𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖔𝖞 / wilbur x reader x technoblade

𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

   Madam Pomfrey closed the infirmary door tightly after letting out Hagrid. We had followed him back to the castle with the injured Hufflepuff and her friends. The four of us now stood confused and fearful in the dark corridor. The echoing of voices rang from down the hall. 

   I took a step nearer. Dumbledore and Wilbur passed in and out of my view, Wilbur speaking frantically, talking with his hands. I turned back to the crowd, which had now attracted Harry and Ron.

     "Did you see that?" I asked, pointing back to where I had just seen the two.

     "I was with Dumbledore when he got the news." Harry replied. "They're getting closer."

   I shuddered at the thought and pulled back to the wall.

     "They're bringing in an auror, apparently he's one of the best. All the way from America." Harry added.

    "Oh yeah? When's he arriving." Ron prodded.

   The ginger ended his sentence abruptly with the swinging of the heavy entrance doors. Footsteps pounded to meet the arrival.

     "Speak of the devil." Harry muttered as we scurried to see the auror.

   Dumbledore quickly closed the doors behind the arrival, blocking out the heavy storm. The auror wore a heavy cape, keeping the hood over their head, almost to the point I would doubt someone had their full line of vision.

    "Technoblade." Wilbur interrupted, gliding out from behind us, grazing my arm.

     "Marvolo." The man replied, curling his lips.

   He lifted the hood, exposing a long mane of pale pink hair he had tied neatly into a braid. He was nothing short of extraordinary, standing nearly as tall as Wilbur with a presence that had to be known.

    "Jesus." Hermione uttered underneath her breath. 

   I nodded in agreement, catching my mouth fall wide open. Technoblade scanned over the crowd, his analytical gaze seeming to linger for a moment before he trailed off behind Dumbledore, no doubt to the office. 

   The stranded Wilbur turned back to me as the rest of the students scattered back to their dormitories.

    "You should get some rest, Y/n." He said, tapping my hand with his own.

     "Maybe you should too." I suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

    "No such thing." He replied.

   The following days at Hogwarts were both tense and boring as everyone else returned to their regular classes and I tried to make myself useful elsewhere. Though I rarely frequented the library, it had lately become a haven. While everyone else was in class I had gone down a rabbit hole of old history books, discovering an interest I never knew I had.

   As the final stragglers were nagged in the halls I tucked myself into my favorite library reading nook. The sunny spot overlooked the lake, giving me a perfect view of the frozen waters below. I made a final adjustment before continuing my most recent read, Scrimshaw, Olzowa and Vilavong, Wizardry's Famous Feminists.

     "I saw Scrimshaw speak live, really impressive talk." An unfamiliar voice stopped me in my tracks.

   I cautiously lifted my eyes from the water-stained page, meeting an unexpected gaze. The new auror, Technoblade looked back at me, this time much warmer than at his arrival. He was no longer windswept and cloaked, but wearing his version of casual- still leagues more outlandish than anyone else here.

     "Oh wow, I'd love to meet her myself." I replied, slightly anxious.

     "She passed away last spring." He said, watching as I corrected myself.

     Cringing, I broke our eye contact. The man strode closer, stroking his jaw with his ring covered fingers. He was an intimidating yet persistent presence, something I would not have guessed when I first saw him.

     "I don't think we've formally met. He began again, "I'm Technoblade, of course you're free to just call me Techno."

     "Y/n." I shook his outstretched hand. "You're American?"

     "You'd be right. Recent graduate of the Ilvermorny School, however country borders certainly never stopped dark magic, so here I am."

     "Recent graduate and you've already got Dumbledore asking for you?" I added, watching him grow flustered. 

     "Don't stroke my ego." He chuckled.

   I gave a polite smile and looked back down at the page, assuming he wouldn't genuinely want to start a conversation, but he continued.

     "So, what year are you in?" He asked.

     "7th"

     "Ah. So that means you're done with your time here soon?"

     "Yup. Graduation in June." I said, realizing he was as awkward as I was.

   Suddenly the familiar sound of the library door hit my ears followed by determined footsteps on the worn wooden floors. Wilbur emerged from the stacks of books, carrying a concerned expression.

     "Ah, Technoblade, there you are." He stated before turning to me, giving a knowing look.

     "Wilbur, what a surprise. I was getting acquainted with Y/n here." Techoblade responded.

     "Of course. Anyways, McGonagall was actually just asking for you, probably looking to go over some emergency drills." Wilbur stated.

     "Ah, I see." Technoblade began, rising from his seat. "Until we meet again." He added, turning to me with his piercing eyes.

   I smiled weakly, feeling unworthy of his time. The pink haired man gave Wilbur a final nod before strolling out of the library.

     "Sorry about that, he isn't one to back down." Wilbur now mentioned, propping himself on the bookshelf in front of us.

     "If I didn't want him here I would have asked him to leave." I replied.

     "Y/n, don't just do it out of spite-"

     "It's not spite." I bluntly interrupted, watching Wilbur furrow his brow out of the corner of my eye.

      "Fine." Was the best he could come up with, turning away and making his way out of the library. The sound of the thick wooden door closing confirmed he had left, and I was free to let out a sigh of relief.

    I had meant what I said. It wasn't spite, at least certainly not exclusively.