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Demi-God - Technoblade

Technoblade POV

Standing off to the side of the bright ballroom, a small glass of champagne resting in my hand, I survey the sea of flowing colors and people dance gracefully with their partners. A small but concealing black mask with gold accents rests just above my nose, covering the majority of the top of my face. I swirl the golden liquid in its holder, bringing it carefully to my lips and taking a dainty sip. I had to keep up a good show. Spotting the blonde locks of my youngest brother, a tuft of short brown hair falling in line behind him, a subtle smile spreads across my face.

"You look quite content just standing there Techno, gazing proudly upon our loyal subjects." Wilbur, my other brother, states from my left, a dark navy with white accented mask pulled up from his face to his forehead.

"It's a lovely evening." I can hear him roll his eyes.

"You and I both know that's not the reasoning." I glance at him.

"Can I not enjoy my evening?" His stare hardens before he shrugs, downing the rest of his drink and placing it on a nearby tray.

"Whatever. Live in denial as much as you want brother, meanwhile I'm going to go dance." With that, he walks away, approaching a young woman with fiery red and orange hair, and a green scaly mask concealing her features. I shift my stance slightly, averting my gaze from the main portion of the room as small clusters of young and older women stare, occasionally waving, all grappling to get my attention. I catch the eyes of Jschlatt, adorned in a darker outfit with red and white accents, arms crossed in front of his chest, and an unwavering frown. I nod to him, and, hesitating, he nods back. He's come for the same thing. The sound of doors opening caught both of our attentions, our heads turning in anticipation, only to be severely disappointed. Dream. The well known man was adorned with a leafy green suit, silver accents throughout, and was accompanied by Sapnap, wearing orange and black, and George, clothed in baby blue, with red and white. I groan inwardly, not wanting to have a conversation with any of them. I glance down at my now empty glass, avoiding any more of people's eyes. Sighing, I place the barren chalice n a nearby waiters tray, I make my way slowly and cautiously towards Ranboo, the tall half enderman adorned in a deep purple suit, accompanied by gold accents, as he stands at the edge of the newly formed dancing ring, eyes trained on Tommy's small brunette friend.

"Enjoying yourself this evening Ranboo?" I ask, snapping him out of his trance.

"Huh? O-oh! Yes, it's quite a lovely night." He stumbles with his words, and I laugh. Not in a mocking tone, but a friendly one, knowing this is how Ranboo normally behaves. "And you, your Highness? Have you spotted the certain someone I've seen you looking for all eve?" I shake my head.

"I'm beginning to worry that she never received my fathers crow."

"I'm sure it was simply a long distance. She'll be here before the nights out." He reasures me, glancing over at the large front doors. I nod stiffly.

"Ranboo!" We both glanced towards the voice, finding Tubbo waving cheerily, Tommy shaking his head beside him with a hand to his face.

"I guess you'll have to excuse me, Techno." I nod again, watching as he advances towards the small male, while Tommy rolls his eyes and comes to stand by me.

"Keep rolling your eyes so much, and they'll roll into the back of your head." I tease.

"They will not!" He shoves me in the shoulder, knocking me temporarily off balance. Reaching over, I ruffle his blonde curls, watching them bounce back into place even before he tries to fix it, muttering about how I still treat him like a child. Opening my mouth to speak, I'm cut off by the sounds of trumpeting from outside the castle. Everyone seems to hesitate in their movements, as my father slowly makes his way to the bottom of the stairs near the entrance. I straighten my posture, nudging Tommy to do the same before following him, standing off to the side as Wilbur joins us in an angled line. Another round of trumpets sound and the doors are swung open. A beautiful young woman with silky H/L H/C hair, enters the vast room, stopping just before the first stair, a lacey S/F/C sheathing her features. She wears a F/C fitting , with a small dip in the neckline, small sleeves, a floor length skirt, with a thin layer of mesh over it and the bodice top holding intricate, thin vine patterns in gold throughout. Her gaze travels around the sea of colors behind us as she slowly descends the stairs, the crowd resuming their festivities. Approaching the last step, Philza offers her his hand, and she accepts it, a small smile on her face. Stepping onto the main floor, she pulls him into a quick hug.

"It's so wonderful to see you again, old friend, and doing very well I see!" She chirps happily.

"I wholeheartedly agree." He speaks, pulling out of the embrace after a moment.

"And who are these handsome young men?" I feel Wilbut straighten slightly beside me, while Tommy rolls his eyes once again at behavior.

"Y/N, these are my sons. William," the stated approaches her, gently offering his hand, and when hers is placed on top, his bends down and places a gentle kiss to it, "Technoblade, and Thomas." After Wilbur retreats, I mimic his actions, my gaze not leaving hers, and those mesmerizing E/C eyes. Falling back, Tommy follows our example, semi tense as he's unpracticed. She laughs lightly.

"Well they certainly were raised by you Phil, very gentleman like." He smiles proudly at the three of us.

"Was your journey fair?"

"Oh yes! We stopped in a small village for my own reasons, but we didn't expect to be late."

"It's quite alright. I knew you might've not been able to resist the urge to stop in the northern villages." She looks away, an embarrassed smile on her lips.
"But now that you are here, perhaps you'll join the festivities? Maybe Techno will finally dance this evening." I feel a slight blush form on my face.

"Well, if he deems it worth his while, I might be able to spare a dance." She teases, taking obvious note of the red tinting my pink skin. Clearing my throat, I offer my arm to her, and she gladly takes it. Looping her arm around mine, resisting in the crook my bent elbow, I guided her to the main floor, my heart beating just a little bit faster.