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𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜

𝙲𝚆: 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

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Technoblade x Reader

Your footsteps echoed quite loudly along the halls. Though your ears were sensitive as you hadn't been talking for a while— after all, you were trying to get some sleep— it didn't fail to worry you. It was late at night, and you had a chance of waking up any light sleepers.

Slowing down your pace, your footsteps grew quieter. You let out a sigh of relief. At least you wouldn't wake anyone now.

Your eyes scanned the doors you passed as you searched for the library. You'd never gone so late at night, as you feared being caught. However, tonight you decided to take the risk. You were much too awake to continue lying in your bed and doing nothing.

Once your eyes had landed on the large wooden library doors, you felt the corners of your lips tug up. Soon, you'd be able to escape to a whole other world where the characters at least got some decent sleep. Or, perhaps you'd be able to learn something new and interesting.

As you carefully opened the doors, you winced as they made a loud creak. All you could do was pray that it didn't wake anyone up. Taking more light, cautious steps, you walked around the library in search of a book to read.

After walking around the library for a couple of moments, you paused.

Wait. How am I going to read a book if it's pitch black and I don't have a lantern on me?

You let out a soft sigh. You really should have brought a couple of things with you before you came, or at least thought the idea through before going. Still, you continued searching the library.

There must be a lantern around here somewhere, you thought to yourself. And, by some odd coincidence, you just happened to notice a warm light peeking behind one of the bookshelves. Your eyes widened.

The situation could go many ways. A: Someone just happened to luckily leave a lantern for you and you'd be able to use it. (This was the outcome you were hoping for.) B: Someone was here and you'd be in deep shit. or C: Someone was here, but somehow, you wouldn't be in deep shit.

Deciding to take the risk, you took footsteps as quietly as you could as you peeked over one of the shelves. Butterflies swirled in your stomach.

There sat a man reading a book, long, pink hair messily covering part of his face, though you could catch a hint of a slight stubble on his chin. Other than his oddly colored hair, his most noticeable features were his pointed ears that you'd never truly seen before. You felt yourself blush, possibly out of embarrassment (even though he couldn't see you), or possibly out of a slight attraction. Perhaps both.

Your eyes wandered down to his clothing. It looked pretty usual, a white linen shirt covering his seemingly broad shoulders and dark pants that you could swear every male wore.

Feeling eyes on him, the man before you's head perked up, and his eyes met yours. His dark, piercing orbs bore in to your own. Yes, he was quite odd. It allured you.

"Who are you?" He asked in a surprisingly deep and monotonous voice, as if bored by your presence. Your heart raced.

"Y/n," you replied quickly.

The man titled his head, "And what are you doing here, Y/n?"

"What do you suspect I'm doing in a library?"

You immediately regretted your sarcastic response. If you had known the man it would have been more tolerable, but having just met him, it would be considered quite rude.

Your heart skipped a beat as the man's lips quirked up in amusement. He let out a gruff laugh.

"I like you," he muttered, staring at you curiously. "Though I do suppose I'd have to rephrase my question. Why are you here so late at night?"

You shrugged, "I couldn't sleep. Plus, I could be asking you the same question." He seemed to enjoy your sarcastic response, so you risked making another one.

"Touché. Though, I've had insomnia for a while now, so I think I'm justified." An almost smug tone laced his voice, causing you to let out a light scoff. He paused for a moment. The silence was slightly awkward.

"Why don't you sit down," he finally offered. He had been sitting on one of the chairs that were scattered neatly around the library, and you sat on the one directly in front of the one he was sat upon.

"Of course," you replied, smiling to him kindly, which he returned. Though the two of you had just met, you felt a certain connection with the male.

"And, a quick question," you stated, causing the man to stare at you intently.

"What's your name?" He let out a soft chuckle.

"Technoblade, though I prefer to be called to Techno." You smiled and nodded.

Techno. You tested the word quietly on your tongue, and it came out as smooth as butter and as sweet as honey.

"What are you reading?" You asked, staring at the book in Technoblade's hands. He stared at it for a moment, before cocking his head up to look at you once more.

"It's the story of Theseus. Would you like me to tell you about it?" He question. You eagerly nodded.

Technoblade started raining on about he story, about its origins and why he enjoyed it so much. He explained that he had a love for Greek Mythology stories, and that he had studied them as a student. It brought a smile to your face, hearing someone rant so passionately about something that fascinated them.

"You know, you actually remind me of Persephone..." he trailed off and grew silent. You quirked an eyebrow.

"Is that so?" He chuckled.

"Indeed it is."

"Well, why is that?"

"Persephone was a kind soul, but she was also fierce. She'd stand by her beliefs and standup for herself... I'm sorry—" he seemed embarrassed, and you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks, "I just tend to align people with the gods. I didn't mean to..." once again, he trailed off. You let out a soft laugh and shrugged.

"It's fine. It's flattering, actually. I'd like to think I'm like that..." You reassured, smiling kindly. He let out a sigh of relief, but he still seemed slightly embarrassed. Or at least, you guessed, as his face was as red as a beetroot.

Noticing some light starting to come from the window, you noticed that he sun was starting to come up. You felt yourself frown. You'd most likely have to leave now.

"Oh, wow, we talked for quite a while," you smiled awkwardly and blushed. He mirrored your movements.

"Yes, I do suppose so." You let out a sigh as you stood up.

"Well... I best be going," you muttered.

"Yes, that would be best," you could sense he wanted to say something else, so you waited.

"And, Y/n, you know you can always join me. I like the company." He said it quickly, as if he was humiliated by it. You chuckled.

"Of course," you said, "Goodbye, Techno." You have him a wave and turned on your heel towards the doors, noting the butterflies that came to your stomach at the thought of seeing him again.