(portuguese, n.) - the act of tenderly running one's fingers through someone's hair

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The morning sunlight flooded through the balcony windows. Dream opened one eye to the light illuminated and warmed Technoblade's face. He brushes stray pink hair out of the man's face, grinning as he did. He runs his fingers through Technoblade's silky, rosy hair.

Technoblade's eyes flutter open as Clay continues to run his fingers through his hair. He squints as the sun blocks his vision. He holds Dream's face in his hands as a halo of light surrounds the owner of Dream SMP. The dirty mop of blond on his head giving off a golden color, and his green eyes stare into his, a darker without a light source. Dream, after a minute of caressing each other, sits up to change. He throws on a white dress shirt, brown sailor pants, and tall black boots. He hands Technoblade similar clothes, but black pants instead of brown.

Dream walks to the door whilst putting his mask on. "I'll bring something to eat before you leave."

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." Technoblade says and begins to undress as Dream leaves.

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Dream cuts through the hallways and into the kitchen. He requests two plates. (Telling the chef he was starving to avoid suspicion.)

"Dream!" He hears George call his name. Lo and behold, the man is right behind him. "You woke up late."

Dream chuckles at the thought of last night, "Yeah... I had a long night."

George hums at him before asking the chef for a coffee. The chef eventually places Dream's order on the counter, and the Dream SMP owner nearing books it.

"I'll talk to you late, alright." Dream says as he carries the food to his room. The brunet cocks his head at the man before grabbing his mug from the chef. Dream didn't seem to notice the brunet trailing behind him.

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The pinkette rests on the soft bed staring at the ceiling. He begins to think of Tommy and looks to the clock on the wall. 9:00. He had time to spare; Tommy can take care of himself and Tubbo.

Dream had returned with breakfast: two cups of coffee and two plates of eggs, toast, and... bacon. Scoffing at the food choice, Technoblade takes his plate from Dream and goes to the balcony with Dream laughing behind him. He sits on the granite floor, so those in the courtyard (Sapnap, Skeppy, and Bad specifically) don't see him; Dream sits beside his love, and unties his mask. He looks to Technoblade, who is stuffing his face with food, and kisses his temple. Techno smiles through his food, and washes the mess down with coffee. Dream chuckles at his unruliness and takes a swig of his coffee as well. Dream lays his head on Technoblade's leg and stares at the clear blue skies: the sunlight on his face refreshing him. Dream jumps at the sound of a door creaking and runs to shut it.

"Dream!" He hears George yell in shock.

"I'm busy!" Dream yells at equal volume. "Give me a second."

Sighing, Dream leans his back against the door, and ushers Technoblade to him. Technoblade laughs under his breath and walks to Dream. He gives him a quick kiss and whispers. "I'll see you tomorrow night, alright?"

"Where?"

"I'll send you the coords later." He smirks before running to the balcony and leaping over after checking for any spectators.

Dream sighs and opens the door for George, only to find no one there. "George?" He calls out. When there's no answer, he closes the door.

Just around the corner, George holds his hand over his mouth with wide eyes. Dream and Technoblade are together. The message runs through his head a dozen times as tears cloud his vision. He just heard something he definitely shouldn't have.

By the time Technoblade reached Pogtopia's headquarters, lunch had rolled around and Tommy was out of the house. Wilbur sat in the kitchen quietly humming as he stirs a bowl of cereal.

"My L'Manberg, my L'Manberg." He sings softly; a sad smile on his face.

Technoblade continues into his room to shrug his red coat off. He stares at the red cloak for a minute before leaving for his potato farm. His thoughts cloud with images of Dream in the sunlight; the stillness in the air as the masked man laid in his lap. The warmth on his face as he ate on the balcony. He wanted that forever. He hears faint footsteps and assumes Wilbur followed him in.

But, he's shocked to hear Tommy's voice. "Hey. Hey, Techno."

"Yes, Tommy?" Technoblade asks without batting an eye.

"Check out what Tubbo and I got."

"If it's not clout, then I don't want it."

"Techno!" Tommy shouts, annoyed. "Please just turn around."

The pinkette sighs at the teen's outburst and faces his brother with a frown. Tubbo's not in sight, and the boy before him is holding two netherite swords. Tommy stands confidently with one sword resting on his shoulder and the other in the ground. "Cool." Technoblade stated before continuing to work on his farm.

"What? That's all you got to say."

"Yeah, why? Do you want to duel or something?"

"I mean... yeah."

"Sick." Technoblade stands and unsheathes his sword.

"Wait! I didn't mean now!" Tommy shouts as Techno swings his blade at the kid. Tommy, luckily, dodges the sword. "Okay, okay. Could we do this later."

"Meh." Techno shrugs and runs to slice the boy again.

"Technoblade!" Tommy shrieks and holds his sword up to block the attack with the sword already in his hand whilst shutting his eyes.

"Good job, Tommy." His older brother chuckles. The boy opens his eyes to see he did block the attack. Technoblade placed his netherite sword back in the holster; he smiles. Tommy cocks an eyebrow at the older man's attitude.

"I... Could you repeat that?"

"I said good job. You usually don't block my attacks well."

"Are you okay in the head, Techno?"

"I'm fine." Technoblade furrows his eyebrows. "Why?"

"You just... You just never compliment me."

"You better cherish it because it's the only time."

Tommy laughs, "Okay, okay."

"How about when this is all over, and when Phil comes home, we can have a proper duel."

"Really!"

"Yeah, why not." Technoblade pats the boy's head, smiling. "It's almost dinner; let's go get Wilber."

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George paces around in his room. His dinner has gotten cold and he lost his appetite during breakfast. Techno and Dream are together. Since when? Could they have been together before Technoblade even joined? Why...

He frowns when someone knocks at the door. "George."

Sapnap asks in concern. "Dream and I were wondering if you're okay."

"Yes, I'm fine!" George yells back. "I'm just.. exhausted."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

"Yeah..."

Why didn't Dream tell them?

My mom makes bacon every Sunday for breakfast, its like a tradition in my family