A Blacksmith and Her Prince // Technoblade x Reader

Red

[HELLO, IT IS I, THE AUTHOR. THE ONE WHO IS SUPPOSE TO BE WRITING THIS STORY AND IS A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE PERSON FOR NOT DOING SO, IT IS PRACTICALLY A SIN, HOW DARE I LEAVE YOU ALL WITH NOTHING! On a serious note, work has been rough and a lot of changes have happened to me in real life, so my focus has been in other areas. I also have an idea for the next story (fanfic) I want to write, it'll probably be focused on Sapnap, and honestly I haven't stopped thinking about it. But anyway, here is the next part, enjoy.] ~Emily :]

The obnoxious brass rings back and forth, signalling the time for tea and a morning's rest. It stung your ears in overbearing vibration, the same vibration that tingles through your toes and down into the earth's crust, making your body jolt with high adrenaline. You both were still smiling joyfully, if you thought for a moment about how odd of a time you find yourself in, you might have noticed you've never seen such a genuine grin from the pink haired man. It stretches from one end to the other, shaping his face you could only describe as handsomely prince-like.

He tugged with unknown strength, lifting you from the muddy soil that has definitely stained both you and the Prince's dressings. It left him looking more disheveled in an attractive way rather than dirty, like a long day of an honest man's hard work, being shown off by smudged clothes. Whereas- actually, you didn't even want to know what you looked like right now, probably something along the lines of a sopping wet mop after being used a few hundred times. The Prince didn't mind however, maybe even hardly noticing, too busy trying to pull wobbly legs against shaken arms.

It was obvious you both were pretty worn out, his chest heaved almost in time with your own as you both shared exhausted gasps of air between one another, too excited to notice the intimacy of two people sharing one's breath, the passing of whispers almost wet against sensual words. Luckily the rain cooled your hot skin, thankfully sealing the rising blush that threatened to make its way up your neck. You imagined that if you and the Prince didn't have such an on and off relationship, this situation would seem more... romantic. Your father told many stories about him and your mothers often outings, one even included cloudy skies and perfectly timed rain. They were rebellious, young at the time, galloping through the streets in the middle of the storm, just barely safe from slipping and falling onto cut stone. Both eventually finding a place to hide from said storm, your father stopped telling the rest of the tale after that, since his wife slapped him multiple times to 'shut up.'

"Well?" The Prince startles you from a daze.

"Huh." The ringing stopped, bringing you back to reality, joined by a rattled brain.

"I asked what you would like for brunch, but obviously I was interrupting something." He smirks, letting go of your arms flimsily. His teased lips cause your body to stutter for a moment, muscles going stiff with shy pressure.

"Um, yes... I mean- I don't mind." You breathe, letting limbs go wavy. "I'm not very picky." That was a lie, but you were more worried about trying to act like you weren't about to crumble away.

"Well, come on then." He tilts an arm out, guiding you without touch towards the back entrance of the mansion, the same entrance you once trampled though with tear breached eyes,

"The dogs?" You ask, catching up to him in a light jog. He mutters something along the lines of 'they'll be fine.'

The hounds whimper in detest, but roughhouse with each other nonetheless.

Technoblade grips both door handles, heaving with great strength, causing veins to pop from dirtied wrists. The doors creak in a low growl, annoyed to be opened once again only to let in sneaky water droplets and shivering cold air. You can only gawk at his carelessness of ruining buffed floors, he doesn't even bat an eye when guiding muddy footprints from his own tailored boots. It convinces you to do the same, if the Prince can get away with it, surely you can too right?