Forbidden || Technoblade x fem!reader

9. Flea market

      Technoblade rode back into Artymidian, the rain slowed and stopped as he passed the lake he had met (Y/N) on their first encounter. Carls hooves trotted fast, both Carl and Technoblade eager to get home to dry off. Technoblades hair being soaked was an understatement. Same for the clothes he wore, his white blouse faintly transparent, and uncomfortably sticking to his skin pale skin due to its saturated material.

      Eventually, he would reach home. His parents would not question his state, clothes dripping onto the white marble flooring as he walked up to his room, as Technoblade was always an oddball to his parents.

     As he changed, he thought of (Y/N). It felt as if every passing moment, he could not rid the thought of her. Again, it was unusual, but seemingly the more time he spent with her, and thought of her, the feeling seemed to become more clear. But knew if it was the truth of his feelings, it would not matter as her soon marriage.

      As for (Y/N), it wore all the same. Her now in her room with her thoughts left to ponder and become more translucent, her too knowing it would not matter, as feeling a guy like him would never reciprocate it, and even if he did, she knew the obvious of her state, too.

     Days had passed upon to that following weekend, each day a copy of their last. (Y/N) preforming castle duties and going about hobbies, with a difference. Waiting for the crow, and the constant thought of that pink haired man. (Y/N) would lay elbows perched on the railing on her balcony, with the thought of him. Clara soon came known to this, (Y/N) finally admitting as Clara saw the obvious shift. Of course Clara already knew to begin with, and was not against the idea.

     Technoblade too had each day look like the last. Tutors, and more tutors. Practice, and more practice, as demanded by his father. Occasionally going out on his own accord to shoot arrows without the nagging of a tutor in his ear, but still the thought of (Y/N) bustling through his head.

     Evening lays out on Friday, the sun setting just as the dark feathered raven reaches (Y/N)'s balcony once again. All so familiar, (Y/N) sending her note back with the raven, agreeing to see him again.

     She wonders if she will ever tell Technoblade her feelings, or if would be a loss cause because of her near approaching wedding. The new dilemma now spiked, if she should risk what "peace" there was between the kingdoms and live an unfulfilling life with a man she doesn't love, or take the risk of knowing if Technoblade even feels the same way, and if he did, testing the patience of her mother and father with the idea, somehow.

     Saturday, the anticipation wounds up for (Y/N) to see Technoblade, in which unbeknownst to her, he feels the same.

     He rides his horse to the Lythoria wall, finding (Y/N) in her usual spot to pick her up that morning, him planning to take her to a weekend flea market.

     "Good morning." Technoblade greets with a smile, helping (Y/N) onto his horse.

     "Good morning to you." (Y/N) replies smiling back at him, admiring his charming complexion.

      The tension between them is now thick, yet invisible as they rode through the greenery. (Y/N) gently presses her cheek up against Technoblades upper back as she holds on to him, sure not to fall off. She could feel the heat of his body through his clothing, given the now cold the air now felt.

     "I am glad you made it home safe from the rain last time I saw you." (Y/N) says.

      Technoblade feels his face warm a bit at her words, "I can say the same for you," he says, pausing in his words for a moment, "my clothes were only extremely soaked when I got home."

     "So were mine." (Y/N) says relating with him.

     A small silence is exchanged, thankfully a comfortable one but the tension in the air was still thick.