Dream SMP (mcyt) x readers

CC!Technoblade X NB/GN! Reader: Hair

All I can say is sorry.

I posted this about a year ago, and I didn't expect for him to not survive this battle. So I guess see you later Technoblade.

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- is like a time skip.

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Technoblade was known to grow his hair out for extended periods. Not cause he liked the look but because he was too lazy to get it cut. That and he loved the feeling of their hands in his hair, the slight pull of when they braided it, or the feeling of their nails scratching his scalp while his head lulls in their lap.

"Can I braid your hair?" They asked, knowing he could never say no to a chance have his hair played with.

"Sure, only if we can watch old episodes of Survivor..." Techno acted as if this was a deal or barter. In reality, it is how it always went.

He lied his head on their lap. They pressed play, and a silence covered the air once again. The silence was not awkward, it was actually comfortable. He felt the small tug of a section of hair, then it was split to thirds, over and under the thirds went. The hair was short enough that it didn't take forever to finish one braid then move to the next section.

-

Staring into the mirror, questioning why he would agree to this. He was dressed in a three piece tux, hair poorly gelled back. It was date night, and he agreed to go to a fancy restaurant, what had opened last week. It was unusual for them to do anything fancy, like this, date nights were usually made up of sitting at a petco petting and playing with animals. Or even staying and home and playing minecraft together.

He stood awkwardly staring his reflection down as if it were an intruder in his home. The only familiarity was the floppy messed up hair. He heard the slap of bare feet of the carpet heading to the bathroom, where he stood. He spoke up, "I feel ridiculous..."

"You look handsome though, not that that's unusual." They smiled at him, their hands reaching to fix his messy hair.

"You grow more amazing everyday, you know that right (Y/N)?" As he said that their hands moved from his hair to the back of his neck. He leant down to place his lips gently on theirs, his hand moving to their cheek.

-

"Prince(ss/x)!" Techno yelled as he sat in his 'office', hair falling in his eyes, making it difficult to edit.

"Yes, Love?" Their head appeared in the door, before moving fully inside the room. Wondering over to his chair.

"Could you tie my hair back?" He asked gently, holding up a hair tie that was on his desk.

"Of course!" They made quick work of the hair pulling it into a lovely bun. Hands then resting on his shoulders rubbing the tension out. "What are you up to?"

"I'm editing this video for my channel?" Their hands moved until they reached something unusual... "That's where my arm has been hurting, please be gentle?"

"Can you take your shirt off?" Their voice was rushed but soft as if they were trying to not panic. With a strange look, his shirt was off. There it was, the lump...

-

"I... I don't want to lose my hair..." Techno mumbled weakly, as more blood was taken. He was already diagnosed, why did they keep poking and probing him?

"You know even if you lose it, you'll still look hot." They said pushing the hair, that fell in front of his eyes, behind his ear.

-

The first week after the first treatment was hard. He felt weak and sickly most of the time, and worst of all like a burden. He was bed ridden, and when he did get up it wasn't for long without getting winded.

Often they read to each other, watched movies, or discussed plans for after he fully recovered. Because he was gonna recover. Dammit. Even if (Y/N) had to sell their soul they would, all for a few more years.

During one reading session, Techno suddenly got up and quickly, as quick as his aching limps could carry him, ran to the restroom. When they came in behind him, he was hunched over the toilet. He was a sight, hair falling in front of his pale face, his once full cheeks now seemed hollow.

They moved to kneel next to him combing his hair our of his way, holding it into a makeshift ponytail.

-

Three weeks in, his hair started coming out a lot near the end of the first week. Techno tried to ignore it, and keep it from them. They loved his hair, if it were gone they would be so sad.

"I love you more than you know." (Y/N) said kissing his forehead as he smiled, resting his head on their chest. Today was a good day, he felt amazing.

They decided today was going to be a date night. So they ordered delivery and put on Disney+. With the food eaten up, they moved to snuggling. As if out of habit, they started playing with Techno's hair.

The only difference was now portions came out, almost a handful at a time.

-

It was gone.

He shaved it all off...

After it was all gone, all he wanted to do was cry. He didn't miss the hair, just the choice of keeping it. He also was going to miss the nights of his love playing with it.

When he lied down to snuggle in with them, they didn't comment of it. They merely kissed his head. Then moved to hold his hand.

Playing with his fingers and tracing designs onto his hand.