𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 (𝘛𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰)

Chapter 6 - Sorry Not Sorry

Age reference: Y/n is 17 and Techno is 20

"Y/n?"

Y/n froze on the spot, her blood running cold throughout her body, making an unwelcomed shiver run up her spine. She almost dropped the book she was holding right then right there. 

Y/n peaked behind her to see Technoblade standing at the door. His eyes were wide in horror, anger, and a kind of bewilderment. 

"What are you doing..." It was less of a question, and more of a demand.

"I-" Y/n stammered, not real words in her brain.

"Y/n..." Technoblade growled in warning.

"You..." Y/n stuttered in disbelief, anger, fright, and betrayal, "You lied to me...!" Her voice cracked.

"You aren't supposed to be in my office! You broke every rule!" The king retorted in a yell.

"You were keeping secrets! You promised me it was nothing!" Tears threatened to brim Y/n's eyes, and she had to blink them away.

"I did not! And you shouldn't be in here!" The pink haired man roared, "There is nothing that you need to worry about!" 

"You're lying again!"

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"Just...!" The older male was practically seething at this point, "Get out!"

Y/n slammed the book she was holding down and rushed to leave the room, purposely bumping her shoulder into the king. She opened the door and slammed it as hard as possible behind her. The male was left standing in his study, a hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sighed at the oncoming headache. 

Y/n made it to her room within a minute or two. She fumbled to open the door through her blurry vision, but eventually got it. She shut the door harshly behind her, a loud bang echoing down the halls. She locked it, before leaning against the door, sliding down to the floor. Her poofy dress bunched up around her, as soft cries escaped her lips.

She found dates that even went back to 2 years ago in his study that he was working with this 'Syndicate.'

For 2 years, 2 years, the king had been keeping secrets from her about wars and killings. She never even knew. Technoblade had never even mentioned anything to her. Not even a hint of it. It hurt her more than it should have. 

Y/n sniffled, angrily trying to wipe her tears away, but more just replaced the other. She eventually just gave up trying, letting the drops of water run down her cheeks and fall to her dress, staining it with little spots.

30 minutes, and Y/n decided to get up. She slowly stood, before heading to her bathroom. Standing at the counter, she took water and splashed it on her face, sighing at the cool relief. 

Y/n just stood there, looking in the mirror blankly with her head in her hands. 

Would she ever have her happy ending? Without Fibs and lies? Without war and blood? 

Y/n didn't end up going to dinner. She hid in her room, slowly writing essays and papers. Y/n didn't even try to count how many times she had sighed in the past few hours. Sluggishly turning to the clock in her room, Y/n read the time.

It was 11pm. She really should have been in bed by now, but icky butterflies fluttered around in her stomach.  

A yawn escaped her, and Y/n finally decided it was time for bed. She got up from her desk in her bedroom and headed over to her walk-in closet where she changed into her nightwear. Once in her nightgown, she made her way back to her bed where she got as comfortable as she could get under the covers. The side of her head rested against the pillow. Her body was all curled up as she hugged her knees to her chest in the room.

Y/n hadn't realized how cold it was.

She brushed it off, watching her breath drift into the cold air of the room as she fell asleep.

It was freezing. Frigid. Cold air surrounded Y/n's back as she somewhat woke up. A warmth in front of Y/n antagonized her to move forward.

So that's what she did. She scooted forwards, nuzzling into the warmth of whatever was in front of her.

Until it moved.

Something went off in Y/n's head. A kind of alarm. 

Y/n opened her eyes to be met with an ivory fabric. Ivory fabric that covered a chest. 

Y/n flinched and swiftly pushed away from whoever was there, earning a grunt from them as she tried to get as far away as she could, flailing and almost falling out of the bed.

"Hey...!" The voice hissed, "Don't do that, you'll fall out of the bed."

Y/n immediately recognized the voice as the Blade's, making her push away even more. 

"Y/- Oi!" He shouted, but somewhat quietly, "Enough!" He commanded as he grabbed Y/n by her waist and pulled her back to his chest.

The female squirmed in his hold, struggling to get away from him. Eventually, Technoblade had one of his arms wrapped around her waist and arms, pinning her arms to her side. He had layered their legs, so she couldn't kick him. With his other arm, he held Y/n's head against his neck, his fingers wrapped in her hair.

In this position where Y/n could not move, she eventually ceased her struggled, and gave into his body heat. Unwillingly, her body cuddled up to his, trying to steal his warmth in the room that was much colder than it should have been, even with the fire going.

"Are you done?" The king huffed after a while.

Y/n didn't respond immediately, "Why the hell am I here?" She hissed after she realized she was in the king's chambers. She had locked her door, hadn't she?

"There was a flash freeze," the blood god explained, "I had to break open your door. You were unconscious in your room from the cold. Your body temperature had dropped too low..."

Y/n couldn't think of a response for a little while, her mind still a bit foggy and slow. She melted into him, relaxing a bit. Y/n breathed in his tropical smelling scent, making her feel sleepy and safe.

After her long and exhausting day (both mentally and physically), Y/n didn't think she could stop herself from nuzzling her cold face closer to the king, hiding her nose in the crook of his neck. 

The stillness of the room created a comfortable atmosphere, but there was a tinge of awkwardness still from their earlier fight. Y/n tried to secretly play with Technoblade's hair, but he noticed right away, but made no attempts to stop her. He now used one arm as a pillow for both his head and Y/n's, and his other arm kept Y/n close.

With his arm around her waist, he pressed her all that bit closer, even hoping that she wouldn't stop playing with his long, silky, watermelon pink hair. Y/n would gently wrap a bit of it around her pointer finger, or braid small pieces lightly, or just brush her fingers through it. Either way, it eased both Y/n and Technoblade.

The older male pondered on whether or not to bring up their incident earlier, and he decided to do that later. He didn't want things to get any more awkward as of right now. Neither of them could leave to blow off steam if he did. 

Word count is 1211 words.