A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

Dripping Fire

[Okay, I might have gotten carried away with this part. But this was really fun to write! I hope you enjoy 🤍] ~Emily

Your hand stayed stuck in place like it was lathered in glue, as farm dogs whine in the background, desperate for pets and attention, missing their master. It was properly dark in the modernised barn now, sun hiding from overbearing attention, covered in vapour palms, spilling tears over tin roofs and intimate conversations. The rain only banged harder against the aluminium ceiling, afraid that even if a minor ray of light would leak, it would curse the already trampled broken ice. Ice which cracked against secret confessions, twirling in the atmosphere, nowhere to go but in and out of ear canals.

Frantic for thought.

The vowels left heavy room for need, anticipating the next piece placed or turn at a section of crossroads. You couldn't do anything but hold his head in a singular hand, too touched by his words to even think of stirring. Never has anyone spoken to you in such a way that made your heart melt with care, not even a mother's gentle embrace. This was different in more ways than one, ways that even your own self couldn't begin to comprehend, it was fearful to ponder on what that meant for current feelings. It wasn't even his apology to bestow upon you, he may have said the word without a damn, but he didn't know the impact behind it, the meaning behind it. He only knew it made you foul with every fibre of your being, he abused that knowledge at the time, retaliating against god knows what, you'd have to ask him later. But, for now, you let the weight in your hand stay, surprised to have it even last this long, you hoped it wouldn't hurt when it left. Maybe it was a selfish wish, you would rather stitch your palm in place than be left cold again, bloody string gripping against sweet warmth, connecting skin to one another in a forgiving gesture.

He leans against your hand, just a bit harder, rubies widening at the lengthy grasp, as if he were shocked or even not used to the sweetness.

You didn't want to be cold again, you didn't want this to just turn into nothing.

You press against his cheek with worried force, scared to forget his spill of honesty. He slightly winces against dull nails, leaning away on instinct.

"I'm sorry." You whisper.

He only blinks before getting ready to move away.

"Wait!" You grip his sleeve with desperation. "Don't leave." Your eyes beg into dim flames.

"I'm not leaving." He partly chuckles. "My knees are sore."

"Oh." You let go regretfully, almost tempted to pull him against your own.

He stretches away, bones popping into place as he checks his pups in the process. The barn might've looked big on the outside, but it was difficult to fit a dozen dogs and two full grown humans in one room, excluding the stuffy poems recently dropped. He acted calm though- at least, he pretended to be. Which was quite 'princy' of him, you thought, or he was extremely embarrassed by his obvious show of vulnerability. To you, it was shocking of course, but definitely worth the little heart attack. It was a much better offer than being left cold and lonely underneath a pouring sky anyway, speaking of said rain, there was no possible way for escape now, even if vibes subtly change.

You were stuck here until the clouds stopped crying.

"What was she like?" Techno asks, folding up what looked to be a bleach stained saddle. You don't remember seeing horses when trotting through the palace gates, only the ones dragging your body along by ripping force, tucked securely inside oak walls. It seems that moment of wonder was many winters ago, now only hinted by the often unfamiliarity of overwhelming luxury.

"I don't really remember much." You say, leaning back with a bite of sadness, hand shaking from the cold. "But, everyone adored her." You think back to what you can recall, it was foggy, but a safety net of undenying love covered her figure deeply. "My father could tell you hundreds of stories at a time without a break, even the people of my community would yarn for ages until the sun set." You stare up at him longingly for a minute, even while he was acting about, he still took time to watch over your heavily spilt thoughts. "You remind me of her sometimes." The last part was mumbled into a crooked arm.