𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘩 - technobladexreader

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

   I rose slightly in my bed, a bead a sweat dropping down from my forehead and onto my cheek. Surely it wasn't just a dream? I glanced at my surroundings. At myself. I had bandages on my chest, neck, and wrists. Though, for some reason I had do recognition of what had happened after I had hit- someone in the face. No one was in the room, so I'm assuming everyone was out. There was a chair next to my bed, with a fresh pile of clothes. My casual clothes. I slipped on the black socks and shorts, pulling on the white button up. I tucked it in, but only bothered to button 3 buttons at the bottom as my bandages covered my chest anyway. Finally, I threw on my shoes and examined my surroundings. I couldn't exactly tell whos house this was at all. Even in all my time spent here, whos house was this? As vague as I felt, I'd hope to never feel as lost as I am right now ever again.

'Ona! You're finally awake!' I sighed in relief. Something familiar. Wilbur pulled me into a hug before letting go just as abruptly. He checked my bandages before heading out into a different area of this house.

'Wil? Where are we?' He stopped completely, but didn't turn around. Was he afraid? Afraid of what? He turned slightly, making our eyes lock.

'Did you hit your head too hard? Fiona this is your house. I think you might need more rest that fight put a measure on you-' He started ushering me back to my room. I pushed passed him to follow the sound of voices. I stepped into the kitchen to see Technoblade with his arms on the table, seeming to be having an argument with Tommy. It was more of a joking way, but I couldn't tell what it was they were arguing about. They quickly stopped seeing me sit down. Technoblade and I made eye contact, his gaze softening slightly. Tommy went back to munching on his cereal, Wilbur sitting down at the table next to me. Loose strands of hair began falling in my face as Wilbur started to speak.

'Although this nation has not lived for long, I think it would be best to invite some new members. They'll be arriving later today if you want to meet them.' We all quietly nodded.

'Oi Fiona! Are you gonna keep your hair that long? You too Techno whats that about?

'HEY! I LIKE MY HAIR LONG!' We both stated simultaneously. We made an awkward eye contact before looking at Tommy.

'Yeah but I don't get it! AT LEAST FIONA TAKES CARE OF HER HAIR- UNLIKE YOU TECHNO!'

'Hey now- I just don't have the time okay? I'll get to it-'

'YEAH YEAH WE KNOW YOU'LL GET TO IT EVENTUALLY. You've said that so many times its ridiculous! Just look at it! That ponytail isn't really saving your hair from anything now is it?' They angrily glared at eachother, Wilbur and I silently watching.

'Why don't you let Ona do your hair once? Shes quite well at it, actually.' Wilbur interjected. Technoblade looked at me, though, not with what I thought would be an angry glare. Instead, it was more of a questioning look. As if asking if I would fix his hair maybe?

'I can if you want Technoblade. I think you need to fix your hair very badly.' He was reluctant, but nodded. I shoved Wilbur and Tommy out if the house for some peace and quiet. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a hairbrush, going back to sit on the couch. He stood awkwardly in the room, nervously almost. I pointed in front of me, and like a toddler he slowly walked over to the spot and sat down. He made sure to leave enough space so I could comb through his candy locks. I started working my brush through his hair, gently pulling on the knots.

'Fiona.' He said. I hummed in response.

'I know this might be strange. But I want you to forget everything I said on that night. Lets start over.' His voice echoed.

'Did Wilbur put you up to this?' I smiled slightly. He let out a long hard sigh.

'Maybe- thats not the point. I think I wrongly judged you. Even if you're part of a bad clan.'

'It's fine. Honestly. I really didn't take too much offense to it.' The sound of water dripping somewhere was all that echoed through the walls of the house. Almost every window was open, with the warm breeze blowing in. The scent of summer air seemed to calm everything down. It was peaceful.

'Fiona?'

'Yes Technoblade?'

'Was that a good apology?' I chuckled quietly. Technoblade had seemed to improve with himself so quickly. He'd gone all soft. Right now it seems like hes an entirely different person. I let my mind wander, smiling as I combed through his hair. Maybe he was calm now- at peace even. Maybe he'd never had the feeling of physical affection. Not a mother to brush through his hair. I pondered on and on. For a moment, I stopped brushing and took a glance out the window.

'Techno, I think your hair is done now. How about we go outside for a little bit? I think its lovely outside right now.' He nodded as I set the brush down. He walked to my door while I took my socks and shoes off. He seemed to be staring the whole time.

'What? Its nice and warm out. I don't want to wear shoes. You aren't even wearing any either!' I pointed down to his bare feet. His grey pants were rolled up to his calves, as his white button up hang loosely on his body, sleeves rolled up. His long hair finally slowed in a straight motion, free of knots and tangles.

   I followes him out the door as we went to go stand in the grassy fields, both of us taking in the scenery.

'Can you fix my hair from now on?' He asked.

'If you'd like that then I'd be happy to.' We smiled softly at eachother, turning our heads back out to summer.