𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 (𝘛𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰)

Chapter 7 - No, no, and Maybe

Y/n is 17 Techno is 20

Y/n continued to lay with her lover, wanting to just disappear into the luxurious mattress of Technoblade's bed. At some point Y/n fell back asleep only to wake up a few hours later in the same cuddling positions she fell asleep in. Y/n closed her eyes again, focusing on Technoblade's thumb that rubbed over the fabric of her nightgown gently. 

"Y/n," the king started slowly, "We do eventually have to talk about earlier."

Y/n grumbled, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been in your office," Y/n said half-assed, "There... I apologized. We don't have to talk about it."

Technoblade huffed, "Thats not how this works, lovely," he explained, "I do sooner or later have to scold you for breaking every, single, rule that I had made."

"I know!" Y/n said a bit louder than she intended, her voice slightly cracking, "I know, and I'm sorry!"

"Sshhh," the man hushed, "You don't need to yell," he told softly, almost a whisper in the girl's ear as he moved his hand to massage up and down her spine slowly. 

Technoblade pressed soft kisses to the top of Y/n's head, trying to relax her and defuse the situation he had started. He shouldn't have kept the Syndicate a secret to Y/n, but he didn't want to put her through anything else. He was willing to lay down his life for Y/n, and he didn't want to see her hurt any more or put in danger because of him. 

Techno sighed, "I'm sorry," he apologized quietly, "I should have told you, but I didn't want you to get involved."

"Why?" Y/n asked.

The man thought about how to word it, "Because the Syndicate is a war group. I didn't want you to be one of the few that knew in case it put you in danger."

"Oh..."

Technoblade hummed, "Your very special to me, N/n... You are living proof of where to strike to kill me. If you got hurt because of something like this, I wouldn't be able to live with myself, love..." he explained in a low voice.

Now it was Y/n's turn to press a single quick kiss to Technoblade's collar bone, making a smile tug at the corner of his lips.

"I'm sorry..." Y/n confessed with the guilt now of knowing he was only doing this to protect her. "I didn't know... I didn't mean to snoop like that."

The god chuckled, "I didn't tell you. We're both even. You really need to stop apologizing, Angel..."

Y/n made a noise of acknowledgment, nuzzling even closer, if possible.

The two basked in each other's company and silence for several hours, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Y/n..." after a while, Technoblade called.

"Hmm?"

"I have some news you aren't going to be happy about."

Y/n frowned, "What?"

"We have a party to attend in a few weeks."

Y/n processed the dreadful information for a few seconds, "Whyyyy?" She groaned.

"Because we're royal, Y/n. It's what we do."

"Nooo it's notttt..." She whined.

"Yes, it is."

"I hate parties," Y/n fussed.

"I know," Technoblade huffed.

The king pressed a quick peck on her lips in the middle of Y/n's small temper tantrum. She stopped complaining, forgetting what she was even talking about, and going back to innocently cuddling.

"Now would be a good time if you wanted that baby."

"...You're never going to let that go... Are you?"

"Not until we have a kid, no."

Y/n sighed, trying to hide her embarrassed face.

Y/n stood outside on a balcony, watching as Technoblade below tested the new knights to see if they would be good enough royal guard material. 

Y/n giggled to herself as she watched Technoblade, barely using any strength, flipped one of the new recruits on his ass. The poor boy looked embarrassed. He quickly shuffled to get up and hurriedly left the walls surrounding the castle. The rest of the new boys turned back to the king, now looking worried for their own well-being. 

In the end only ten of the thirty-five boys made it into the royal guards, disappointing the king. He walked back into the castle, having one of the higher-ranking guards take them to the armory and training grounds. Technoblade ran into Y/n who sat on his desk in his office, waiting for him.

The older male took his crown and fancy crimson tailcoat off, hanging it up on a hook by the door. He walked over to Y/n where she sat facing him sitting on his wooden desk, swinging her feet slightly. He stood in between her legs, resting his hands on either side of her waist.

"What are you doing here?" The king asked playfully.

"Nothing~..." 

"Oh?"

"Mhm..." Y/n hummed, "Although we could talk about the new recruits," she snickered.

Techno groaned, walking away from Y/n to roughly take his hair out of the ponytail it had been in, "Don't even remind me," he threw off one of two belts that had his sword's sheath connected to it, tossing it along with the weapon onto a couch. 

Y/n laughed before grabbing Technoblade's hand, gently bringing him back towards her in the same position they had been in before. 

"I think it was pretty funny..." Y/n whispered, mere inches separating their faces. 

Technoblade pressed a kiss to Y/n's lips, "You were watching?" He asked after, speaking softly.

Y/n hummed in agreement, grinning. 

"Well then you saw how strong I was?" 

"I don't know about thatttt..." She guffawed, "But you did look pretty good."

The king continued to trap Y/n with kisses every now and then, "You were watching, though..."

"Mhm... and it was pretty funny to watch you knock those poor boys on their asses," Y/n giggled quietly.

Techno chuckled to the girl's statement, shaking his head before going back to kiss her more, enjoying this little romantic moment after his long day, "I swear, mortals are getting weaker by the day."

"Or your getting stronger..."

Technoblade smiled, his ego boosting from the potential compliment from the star of his life.

"Or I'm getting stronger," he repeated confidently. 

Word count is 1017 words. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school + other books called.