MCYT Oneshots

c!Technoblade - Training

Y/N - Your Name

(Again, not assuming anything about Technoblade's sexuality, just adding some male readers for my he/him brothers 😎)

READER PRONOUNS: HE/HIM

"Come on, Y/N! Is that all ya got?" Technoblade taunts, brushing the pink strands of hair from his face.

Y/N huffs as he gets to his feet again.

"You're a dick, Techno." He grumbles, making Technoblade laugh.

"Maybe I wouldn't be if you could beat me!" He teases, and Y/N groans, reaching behind his back and throwing a trident aggressively, barely missing Technoblade's head.

Technoblade jumps a little, and then lets out a soft laugh.

Y/N grumbles something about Technoblade being way too good at combat to actually train him properly.

Technoblade hears this, but carries on anyway.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Technoblade was just trying to get him to properly try. He'd noticed over their training sessions, he'd been holding back a considerable amount.

"That's more like it! But actually hit me next time." Technoblade mutters, gesturing to the trident stuck firmly in the ground.

Technoblade's cocky smirk and unbothered attitude made Y/N's blood boil, and Y/N sprints at him with his sword drawn.

Y/N thrusts the sword at Technoblade's ribs, but when it's blocked, he slides it up and brings it down on Technoblade's shoulder.

This sets Technoblade to the side, and Y/N can knock him over by curling his foot around Technoblade's knees.

Technoblade lets out a little 'oof!' as he hits the floor. He then smiles up at Y/N, and reaches out a hand for him to take.

Y/N does so, and pulls Technoblade up.

"That worked better than I thought it would." Technoblade mumbles to himself, and Y/N tilts his head.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asks, interlinking his hands and stretching his arms above him, sighing, satisfied as his back bones click.

Technoblade's eyes stray to where Y/N's armour lifted and showed skin, but he quickly redirects his gaze to Y/N's face.

"I was messin' with ya. I wanted you to actually try." Technoblade explains, and Y/N's eyebrows furrow, and he frowns.

"That's rude." He mutters, and Technoblade snorts with laughter.

"Well, you don't try!" He says, and Y/N huffs again.

"There is a reason, y'know..." he murmurs quietly to himself, but Technoblade's acute hearing picks it up.

"Whats that reason? Too scared of the big, bad Blood Go-" Technoblade teases, but gets cut off by Y/N lips on his.

Technoblade frowns as Y/N pulls away. Even a millisecond after, he misses the warmth of Y/N.

"So yeah, that's the reason." Y/N says shortly, turning on his heel and walking away hastily.

Technoblade, too shocked to move, let's him leave.

The truth is, in the short few seconds Y/N kissed him, Technoblade realised his feelings. He realised how strong they are. He realised how much he'd sacrifice for that boy.

He'd do anything for Y/N.

Technoblade sighs, and starts walking towards the house, entering the same way Y/N did.

Overall, one thought stuck in Technoblade and Y/N's head.

That training session went differently then planned...