your beloved, soup.

For three months, Soup sat there.

For three months, Technoblade was missing.

For three months, there was an indescribable ache in Soup’s heart. She missed him so, so much.

And when he was finally back, with Phil behind him, Soup couldn’t say how happy he was.

“Woah,” Technoblade muttered as Soup crashed into his chest, wrapping his arms around him. Tears soaked into his cape, and he softened, beginning to gently rub Soup’s back. “There, there,” He murmured into her shoulder, “It’s okay. I’m here, I’m here. Promise I’m not goin’ anywhere anytime soon.”

That night, Soup refused to let go of Technoblade, as if he’d disappear as soon as he did. He made no complains about it, although there were a few teasing comments, but a half-hearted glare from the other made him shut up. Even then, he was only ever teasing.

He missed him just as much. Three months (with Dream, nonetheless) was far too long away from Soup.

Afterwards, he told him all about what happened; how he got locked in the prison, spent three months with Dream, summoned DreamXD at one point and got a bell. It was such a Technoblade thing to do that Soup couldn’t help but laugh at it, and Technoblade merely looked on in fondness.

He wouldn’t call himself a sappy guy, but something about Soup made him want to rearrange the stars to ensure they’d be together forever (and even if he couldn’t touch the stars, he could touch Soup’s heart, and that was enough).

Now, that was a year ago. It’s been a year since Technoblade has come home, and he hasn’t left since. He’s been here the entire time.

So, why does he still feel this way?

Why is he still scared that he’ll wake up and Technoblade will be gone, back into the prison and so far away from him?

Logically, she knows she shouldn’t. He’s here, and she knows that, but she can’t help it.

It didn’t help that Soup woke up without Technoblade beside her, only sending here into a panic. Still groggy, she called out his name, panic and adrenaline coursing through her veins. No answer. There was no answer.

Throwing off the covers, Soup made his way downstairs, letting out a breath of relief at the sight of someone. But it wasn’t Technoblade. It was Phil. His eyebrows furrowed. Sensing his confusion, Phil quirked a brow up at him.

“You okay?” He asked, carefully watching the other nod. He didn’t believe her, obviously. She looked anything but fine; hair disheveled, obviously from just waking up, with her eyes wide and chest heaving. He could practically hear her heartbeat.

“Where’s Techno?”

Ah. So that’s what that was about.

“He’s just chopping some firewood outside, mate. Nothin’ to worry about.”

The thought that Phil could sense his worry almost made him embarrassed (but of course he could, he was a dad for Prime’s sake). Nodding to Phil, Soup carefully made his way outside. Just as Phil said, Technoblade was in the yard, axe in hand and cutting logs.

His white blouse stuck to his body with sweat, causing an almost angelic glowing. His hair was messy, haphazardly thrown into a messy ponytail. He looked nothing like the regal king-like status he was known for. But it was still Technoblade, and he was still here.

He wasn’t gone. He wasn’t in the prison.

A sigh of relief left Soup’s mouth, alerting Technoblade of her presence. He set down the axe to walk over to her, arching a brow. “What’re you doin’ up so early?” He asked. In a greeting-like style, he gently rubbed his forehead against his. He had told him a while ago that it was a greeting Piglins did to those they loved.

“You weren’t there when I woke up,” Soup murmured, avoiding his question. Technoblade’s eyes softened for a brief moment, before he hummed and motioned to the cut piles of wood. “Phil wanted me to cut more firewood. I thought it was gonna be quick, but Phil had a lot more wood than I thought he would.” He explained.

Soup hummed in acknowledgement, still seeming slightly down. And Technoblade knew exactly how to change that.

“You want a hug?”

A scoff. “You’re all sweaty, Techno—”

In the middle of his protest, Technoblade scooped Soup up into his arms, laughing as he did so. “Technoblade!” Soup squealed, attempting to push the piglin hybrid away. However, Technoblade was much stronger, simply laughing as Soup struggled in vain.

Realizing that he wasn’t going to get away, Soup huffed and gave up the fight, allowing Technoblade to cover him in his sweaty frame.

“You’re evil,” Soup grumbled.

Technoblade laughed. “I know.”

After Technoblade finally let go of her, they both decided to take a shower— together, as Technoblade suggested (“It saves water, Soup! And I’ll let you wash my hair!”) It was relaxing, just what he needed after waking up and immediately panicking. Technoblade had even washed her hair and let her wash his in return.

Now, the two laid in bed, with their hands intertwined and their shoulders pressed against each other. Technoblade’s thumb gently rubbed the top of Soup’s hand, giving the latter a sense of comfort without even realizing it. Soup sighed, scooting closer to Technoblade.

“I’m tired,” He muttered, giving Technoblade’s hand a gentle squeeze. Technoblade’s eyes narrowed at the other, although he gave a small squeeze in return anyways. “Heh? You’re tired? I’m the one who was choppin’ firewood all mornin’!” He exclaimed, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“I’m the one who woke up panicking ‘cause you weren’t here,” Soup shot back, the same teasing lilt to her tone. Technoblade sighed in response, letting his other hand rest atop her head, gently caressing her scalp.

A beat of silence passed between the two, broken by Technoblade a moment later.

“You know I’m not goin’ anywhere,” He murmured, his voice soft. He gave a reassuring squeeze to Soup’s hand, carefully watching her face for any change in emotion. “I’m right here, darlin’. And I’m not leavin’ anytime soon. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“I never want to be rid of you, Techno,” Soup murmured in turn, bringing Technoblade’s hand up to his face and pressing a chaste kiss against the top of his hand. Technoblade’s heart melts at the simple action. He loves this person more than life, and he’ll be damned if he ever leaves him again.

A comforting silence falls between them once more, simply allowing them to live in each other’s space. For Technoblade, this silence means the world to him. Sitting here, with his lover, in their bed, means the world to him. He thanks whatever God is out there for letting him live here, in this moment, with his lover.

“Let’s sleep under the stars tonight,” Technoblade says.

Soup quirks a brow. “You want to sleep outside? Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Danger be damned,” The piglin hybrid says, a rare smile on his face. A real smile— not a large grin or a cocky smirk, a real, genuine smile. It takes Soup’s breath away. It always has, and always will. She’s never seen anything more beautiful than Technoblade’s genuine smile. It makes her want to hold him and never let go.

“Let’s sleep under the stars,” He parrots.

Soup smiles. “You’ve convinced me, darling.”

Darling. He called him darling.

Technoblade doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the petname, not from Soup. It makes his heart beat erratically in his chest, so full of love and adoration and how did he ever get Soup to be his? How did he ever get someone so perfect to stay?

Technoblade may never know, but even if he doesn’t, as long as he has Soup, it’ll be fine.

He’ll live without knowing forever if it means Soup stays with him.

When night falls, with the stars gleaming overhead and the world asleep, Technoblade grabs blankets and pillows and makes his way to the rooftop. He brings along a lantern as well, placed beside the makeshift bed. He helps Soup up, watching the other gawk at him.

“Why didn’t we think about how we’d freeze to death?”

Technoblade quirks a brow. “As long as I’m here, I can promise you won’t freeze to death.”

With him being a piglin hybrid, his body temperature runs a lot warmer than humans. He can withstand the freezing arctic with no problem, part of why he chose to live in one. As long as Soup stays beside Technoblade— Which he will make sure he will— he’ll be fine. Even then, they could always just go back inside.

“If I die, I’m haunting you as a ghost,” Soup grumbles.

“Such a drama queen,” He scoffs, “I promise you won’t die. Now lay down.”

With a huff, Soup laid down on the makeshift bed, scooting close to Technoblade as soon as the latter laid down. Wrapping an arm around her, the piglin hybrid brought her closer, until she was huddled in his side.

Technoblade hummed. “Aren’t the stars beautiful tonight?”

Soup nodded in agreement, yawning as she rested her head on the other’s shoulder. This was relaxing, peaceful even. Not many things were peaceful these days. It was nice.

“Soup,” The sound of his name made him look up, to find white pupils staring off into the stars, “I’m never leavin’ you. Not ever again. I’ll always be here. Always. I can promise you that. Nothing can tear me apart from you.”

Silence settled between them as Soup took in his words. She smiled, scooting closer to him, until there was no room left between them. “Thank you,” She whispered quietly.