A Gentle Soul (Technoblade x reader)

XLV

Keeping Secrets

In which Technoblade doesn't tell you about the syndicate

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The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Technoblade and (y/n) stirred awake, tangled in the sheets of their shared bed. As consciousness slowly returned, they found themselves wrapped in a cocoon of comfort, limbs intertwined.

With a contented sigh, Technoblade tightened his hold around (y/n), who was nestled against his chest. He could feel the steady rise and fall of her breath, the gentle rhythm of slumber giving way to wakefulness.

"(Y/n)," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

She shifted slightly, looking up at him with a drowsy smile. "Morning."

"Morning," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. The world outside their shared haven seemed to disappear as they basked in the simple joy of each other's presence.

They lingered in that cozy embrace, the morning unfolding in unhurried tranquility. The worries of the outside world felt distant, overshadowed by the warmth of the moment. Fingers traced idle patterns on (y/n)'s back as they exchanged quiet whispers, sharing the intimacy of a world confined to their shared space.

Technoblade reluctantly untangled himself from the comforting embrace, his departure met with a playful pout from (y/n). He planted a quick kiss on her forehead, promising to return soon.

"(Y/n), I'll be back before you know it. Phil and I are just heading out to gather some resources," he explained, a soft smile on his face.

She nodded, feigning a dramatic sigh. "Fine. I'll just stay here and enjoy the peace without you."

He chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Don't get too comfortable without me."

As Technoblade prepared to leave, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a twinge of loneliness. However, knowing that he would return brought reassurance. She watched him go with a smile, the warmth of their morning still lingering in the air.

Left to her own devices, (y/n) took a moment to savor the tranquility of their home. The soft glow of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room. She stretched lazily, enjoying the luxury of a quiet morning.

While Technoblade and Philza embarked on their resource-gathering mission, (y/n) found solace in the familiar surroundings. As she went about her day, the thought of their peaceful haven awaited Technoblade's return, a promise of shared moments to come.

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As Technoblade and Philza traversed the landscape, the weight of unspoken truths lingered in the air. Phil noticed the solemn expression on Techno's face, prompting him to break the silence.

"Something on your mind, Techno?" Phil inquired, casting a knowing glance.

Technoblade sighed, the guilt pressing on him like a heavy burden. "Yeah, Phil. It's about (y/n). I feel bad for keeping the whole syndicate thing from her."

Philza nodded understandingly. "Keeping secrets in a relationship is never easy. Why not tell her the truth?"

"I don't want her to worry, Phil. She's found peace here, away from all the chaos. I don't want to drag her back into that world," Technoblade confessed, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.