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𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜

[art by me]

A Technoblade x reader

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The wind is crisp today. The smell of fresh dew in the air surrounded you as you sat under a tree from a hill, looking over the snowy land below you.

Everything felt so small in your eyes, you'd think you would be able to fit the whole world in your palms.

There your world is, chopping down firewood for the cabin you two shared, keeping it warm and filled with love. You didn't miss the soft smile he sent your way from below.

Even as though you're in the higher ground, you still feel small under his gaze.

And you know he knows

The day went by like a blur, the whole day spent with you in his arms, enjoying the sound of the continuous burn of the fire.

So warm and inviting and could burn you to dust.

Today you're in his arms once more, but the warm feeling has turned cold, melancholic to the touch. Heart wrenching to the soul.

As soon as he received the news of his supposedly execution, he knew he had to hide you away somewhere far and safe, but he knew it wouldn't be easy when you're as stubborn as he is.

For once he regretted having something from him influence you.

The wind was cold today, burning to the lungs, making it sore to breathe.

It was painful to see him infront of you on a stage for everyone to see, forced to face the cruel reality.

With shaky breaths and hushed calls of eachothers names, you felt as if it were almost goodbye

Almost.

Because his candle is never going out as long as it's safe inside your heart.