Forbidden || Technoblade x fem!reader

10. Ring

  Technoblade and (Y/N)'s walking came to a halt as the stands did, just after finishing up their conversation of their final meet.

"Want to go to Phil's? He will probably make us lunch; I am getting hungry." Technoblade inquires with a gentle smile.

"Absolutely, I am getting hungry too."

     Technoblade and (Y/N) walk back to the horse post, their footsteps crunching on the gravel path. Carl whinnies softly as they approach. With practiced ease, they mount up and ride towards Philza's place, the cool breeze rustling through the trees around them and hitting against both their skin. The chill sending slight cold chills along their arms.

     As they near the farm, (Y/N) notices the stark changes. The once flowerful garden now lies wilted fully, the plants bowed under the weight of the chilling weather. The fields, at least what was left of them that she remembered from last time, are now barren, picked clean from the recent harvest. Technoblade dismounts and helps (Y/N) down, and knocks on Philza's door, the same distinctive knock as he did each time, the sound echoing in the quiet air.

     Philza opens the door with a warm smile, though his house tells a different story. "Welcome in welcome in, lovely to see you both."

     Baskets of vegetables clutter the space, evidence of a hard day's work. "Don't mind the mess," Philza says, waving a hand dismissively. "Just finished the harvest. What have you two been up to?" The squeak of hindges screech as Philza closes the door.

     Technoblade grins, pulling a small dagger from his belt. "Took (Y/N) to the flea market. We looked around, and I found this." He hands the dagger to Philza, who examines it with interest.

     "Nice find," Philza nods appreciatively. "It's very cool. Very you." Philza hands the small knife back over to Technoblade.

     Philza then gestures towards the back of the house. "Could you help me bring in the rest of the vegetable baskets? They need to be inside by tonight...I can make you both lunch?"

     Technoblade turns to (Y/N). "Want to come with me?" he asks. She nods, and they step outside together.

     The familiar crisp air hits them again, and (Y/N) finds herself lost in thought, leaning against the side of Philza's house as Technoblade analyzes the large baskets, determining how he can get them in.

     A silence is exchanged as he looked at the baskets, and looks back at her, noticing her distant expression. He walks over, standing close enough that she can feel his presence, thoughts racing inside of his mind.

     "Are you okay?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with his thumb. The simple gesture sends a warmth down (Y/N)'s body, a stark contrast to the cold air around them.

     A whirlwind of thoughts races through her mind, thoughts of the marriage once again, and knowing their time was ending. She feels a pang of longing, a desire for something more with Technoblade, and the worry of knowing that what she wants will only ever be a future memory of what she never got. Scared that her dilemma with her parents will forever halt something that could be more, wondering if she should say something now, or soon, and how.

     His closeness makes her heart race, and she looks away, trying to hide her flustered state, only making her thoughts run more.

      "Nothing, just thinking about...stuff," she replies, her voice flat as she tries to suppress the emotions swirling inside her.

     Technoblade's eyes search hers, concern etched on his face. "Stuff as in?"

"Can we talk about it Monday? The next time I see you? I Don't think now is a good time." She musters up, knowing what shes getting herself into.