A Gentle Soul (Technoblade x reader)

XIV

No Regrets
In which you know the festival is a trap and will do anything to aid your friend... and you won't regret it

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The soft creak of the door opening interrupted Technoblade's focused preparation. As he adjusted the straps of his netherite armor, (Y/N) limped in, leaning her crutches against the doorframe.

"I thought I told you to stay put," Technoblade remarked, a hint of concern in his voice.

(Y/N) smirked, crossing her arms. "I'm not one to follow orders blindly. Plus, I figured you could use an extra pair of hands."

Technoblade couldn't argue with that logic as (Y/N) approached, her determination evident despite the pain in her injured leg. She carefully assisted Techno in tightening the straps, her touch both gentle and sure.

"Thanks," Technoblade acknowledged, appreciating the silent support.

As Techno settled into a chair, (Y/N) saw an opportunity. "Now, how about we make you look even more fearsome?" She gestured to his unruly hair.

Technoblade raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"

(Y/N) grinned, grabbing a comb. "Ever considered a braid? It adds an extra touch of intimidation. Trust me."

Techno chuckled, surrendering to the idea. "Fine, but no funny business."

As (Y/N) combed through his hair, the sensation was surprisingly pleasant. The rhythmic movements of her hands seemed to soothe the lingering tension within Technoblade. Unbeknownst to her, he secretly enjoyed the feeling, finding an unexpected comfort in her touch.

She deftly started braiding his hair, each plait a testament to her skill. Once finished, (Y/N) placed a simple but imposing crown atop Techno's head.

"There you go, the Blood God's ready for battle," she teased, stepping back to admire her work.

Technoblade smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "You've got a talent for this."

With the final adjustments made, they locked eyes for a brief moment. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a connection forged in the midst of chaos. As they prepared to face the festival, the camaraderie between Technoblade and (Y/N) served as a silent strength, a bond that transcended words in the face of looming challenges.

"Techno, please reconsider going to that festival," she urged, her voice filled with genuine worry.

Technoblade glanced at her, his expression unwavering. "It's just a festival. What harm could come from attending?"

(Y/N) sighed, searching for the right words. "Schlatt's unpredictable. We don't know what he's planning. Going there might put you in unnecessary danger."

Techno tilted his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You worry too much. I can handle myself. Technoblade never dies."

She shook her head, determined. "It's not just about handling yourself.
I can't bear the thought of something happening and I'm stuck in here."

He softened, recognizing the sincerity in her eyes. "I appreciate your concern, but sometimes I need to face these situations head-on. It's who I am."