A far away land | a Technoblade x reader

Chapter 12

I walked into the courtroom in just less then awe, it would never compare to the courtroom of my home. But then again I was biased. The room what an odd pale pink, that made my eyes sing gratefully to not have to look at the endless crimson red of war and dispute. The room seemed peaceful, home like, unlike the rest of the boiling castle.

That was another difference, my skin didn't prickle with the burning heat. If anything I relaxed at the cool breeze and the chilli air in the room. The room had a pure white table, it made the table looks so pure- or maybe that was just the sense of the room. It had soft carvings of swirls and stars.

I found myself starring at the carvings, pulling me out of the trance they pulled me to sit as part as there family. I watched unfamiliar people surround the table, although I did catch one familiar eye. It was the wither prince, he had a cheeky grin on his face as he talked with a ghast girl (who was giggling till she looked like a tomato). At least he still had a chance at finding his true love.

At this thought my eyes glanced over to techno, who stood next to me, he was stiff and awkward. As he scratched his neck in almost anger, or maybe guilt. I stare at him trying to figure it out, but all I had was his stance and eyes, due to the fact of his mask. I watch his eyes carefully, how they flicked to stare back at me; they flicked to stare back at me.  My heart pounds in my chest as I look away.

Not because I love him.. I... I groan as I can't justify what our relationship is. I mean I don't love him.. He was just the only slightly respectable one there, I mean one of them gave me a slave. Who does that? No one good, that's for sure and the others where miserable and had clearly already got over loves. I groan as I realise, how did I not known I make him miserable as well?

My eyes wander back to techno, more guilt and a new feeling well in me. Was it horror, I don't think so. It was a buzzing like feeling, like the humming of a bee or maybe that was just my heart pounding in my chest. I smile at the man before I realise and look back to the room swiftly.

the kiss did mean something, don't lie

My stomach drops as I look into the room, maybe accidentally making eye contact with techno was better then this. I stare back into a room filled with unfamiliar judging faces, all looking at me. I gulp as I glance over to my soon to be step mother in anxiety. She gives me a cherry red smile, filled with warmth and comfort .

She was truly like a blanket and hot chocolate on the coldest of nights In winter. I give a small tight lipped smile back as I glance back around the room. My gaze gliding over the stares of shock and maybe even disgust. I really should be used to this, I've been to many a meeting.

I decide to again look at the similarities of techno and his parents, rather look at the harsh glares. He had his mother, pink flushed skin that almost seemed tanned. Weather then his fathers rough Carmel skin tone, alright he did seem to have small tusks like his father that his mother didn't have. I could just see them from the way his mask had worked up, presumably to talk during the meeting.

He had bubblegum pink curly hair like his mother, instead of the darkish brown his father had. His fathers hair was almost straw like and sticking straight up. He had a tall and wide build, like a fighter, just like his father. He both stood with the affirming stance as his father, but care still lingered in his eyes like it danced in his mothers beep chocolate brown eyes. Another similarity, he had deep blood red eyes like his fathers.

Although his fathers where wrinkled with the knowledge of age and the blood shed of war and battle. His still had a glint of the battles he had almost definitely been in, but they still held the happiness and freedom of the young. Techno glanced at me once more and filled with another emotion, it made them warm, secure, homely . His eyes where filled with emotion, maybe embarrassment?  as I ponder I watch his pupils swell.

But I don't think about it and just look away. Suddenly feeling hot, too hot in the cool room. I pull at my collar as my lips curl down in pride? happiness? love? I gulp as I focus on the room around us. Thankfully I didn't have to dwell in my own my mind any longer.  As the king speaks up, I look at him happily knowing one day I would call him father.

that day would be soon

I gulp at the thought of the wedding that was close approaching. It might even be closer then I could ever imagine due to the small bump in the plans. I feel my stomach drop as the exact subject I fear comes up. "I have invited you all to witness my son's wedding," his loud voice booms in the small room, bouncing back in a just as loud echo. I smile as happy as I could do, knowing this is what I needed to do.

My acting had always been bad, my main fault. I grin so much my checks hurt in the wrong moments  or don't hurt enough. yet today the acting is as easy as spreading butter. I feel my smile faulted as this crosses my mind, it was so easy. I glance to techno who seems just as cold as ever, his mask of coldness seems to faulted and become warm as he sees my little childish smile.

I watch the corners of his lips curl down in a proud smile. He wraps his had round my waist as he pulls me closer. The blur of whispers seems to get louder, but I can't hear any of it over the bomb that had gone off in my chest. My heart was pounding in every inch of my body. except my stomach that seemed to buzz and stutter, unlike the loud and strong pounds of my heart. The pound of seven mens hearts could never compare to the beating of mine in that moment.

I barely listen to the kings speech, not that I tried; but even if I had tried I wouldn't have been able to. The pounding of my heart is still loud in my ears. I follow techno out the hall, still dazed as I shake of the odd sensations running through my veins.  I feel flushed and energetic as I follow behind techno.

But now the rush of happiness has vanished. The thought of the arranged marriage rushing in my brain. I can't help but call for him.  He stops turning to me, he's wearing a small smirk on his lips as he says "miss me already princess?". I chuckle a bit at his dead pan. "Can we talk a bit, maybe in your garden?" I ask unsure if the nether even have gardens.

Halllo!!!! My gorgeous butterflies I have missed you so much! I hope your all doing okay on this amazing day of gay pride! I am releasing this for technoblade's birthday, we miss you buddy <3