Technoblade Royal!AU Headcanon
I was drafting chapter 7 of Red Sun and just started thinking about the symbolism that his actions towards you would contain… So here is a blurb of a head canon for no reason in particular :)
(No this is not really relevant to Red Sun, but I do think that they are things RedSun!Techno might do…Maybe think of it as a contractual marriage AU?)
It’s proper etiquette for the Lord and Lady of the house to dine on opposite ends of the dinner table. You know this, Technoblade knows it, but there’s something in him (and the voices) that hates the distance it forces between the two of you. When the manor has guests over (which is rare, but hardly never), he sits at the head of the table and watches as you entertain the company. Sometimes, it’s Tommy and Wilbur sneaking away from the palace, or maybe Ranboo and Niki, who drop by on their way to town only to invariably stay for dinner, but always a part of him wishes that he was the one sitting next to you instead. He wants to be the one closest to you—to have comfort in knowing your presence is near. It’s a feeling he could never admit out loud or even try to put into words without stumbling over himself.
Still, it’s there nonetheless.
He does his best to ignore it—to box it away as something childish and beneath him. You are two completely independent individuals, and he is fully capable of enjoying a meal without you by his side. In fact, before meeting you, he had built a habit of taking his meals privately in his study. He had no need for company then, so clearly something as insignificant as seating arrangements shouldn’t bother him now. It didn’t matter that he had unconsciously curled his fingers into fists as the voices screamed at him to move closer, or that he couldn’t focus on whatever was on the plate in front of him. He was fine.
That is, until the next day comes, and the two of you once again find yourselves in the dining room. Only this time, there are no more guests to entertain, and you are still sitting too far across from him.
So Technoblade leaves his seat.
The small act doesn’t matter much in practice. There are no servants to witness his breach of etiquette, and even if there were, one would have to be incredibly foolish to criticize the master of the house and the Commanding General of the Emperor’s own army.
But the significance of the act isn’t lost on you. You, who have been drilled with innumerable sessions of Imperial etiquette for the entire course of your life.
It is unheard of for the master of the house to take the seat of a guest (unless, of course, the emperor himself was visiting). But Technoblade had never been one to care much about status or etiquette. He says nothing as he takes the seat on your right, relaxing his shoulders as though it is the most natural thing in the world.
Because, to him, it is.
To him, it is as natural as breathing. To him, it is the only place he will ever truly belong. His position has never been defined by status or etiquette—it has always been next to you.
Whether on the battlefield or at the dinner table, he will always find his way back to your side. You are his Sun—his unfailing beacon. And being here, next to you, is the only time when he and the voices can find something to agree on.
