Training
In which you bit off more you can chew, embarrassment wise
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The crackling of the fireplace provided a warm and comforting backdrop to the raging snowstorm outside. The wind howled, and snowflakes danced in a chaotic symphony, but within the cabin, there was a haven of tranquility.
(Y/n) and Technoblade cozied up on the couch, Techno laid upon the couch, with (Y/n) lay on top of him, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. They were wrapped in a thick blanket that shielded them from the chill that tried to seep in through the windows. The soft glow of the fire illuminated their faces as they found solace in each other's presence.
The storm's fury seemed distant as, the warmth of their shared space eclipsing the cold world beyond the cabin walls. Outside, the snow painted a serene landscape, but inside, the real beauty unfolded – the simple joy of being together.
Technoblade's arm rested gently on (Y/n)'s back, creating a cocoon of comfort. The flames flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls, adding a touch of enchantment to the scene.
With the storm raging outside, (Y/n) traced idle patterns on Technoblade's chest, creating a silent language that spoke of contentment and love. The cabin became a haven, shielding them from the elements, and in that shared solitude, a sense of belonging flourished.
As the snowstorm painted the world in white, (Y/n) looked up at Technoblade, her eyes reflecting the firelight. "Sometimes, I love these storms. It's like the world outside doesn't matter when we're like this."
Technoblade nodded, his gaze softening. "Yeah, it's the best."
Technoblade's fingers threaded through (Y/n)'s hair, a gentle and rhythmic motion that mirrored the comforting ambiance of the crackling fire. The touch was tender, a silent reassurance that spoke volumes in the tranquil intimacy of the cabin.
As his hands traced the soft strands, (Y/n) closed her eyes, reveling in the soothing sensation. The storm outside seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the warmth that radiated from the fireplace and the affectionate touch of the person she held dear.
The soft hum of contentment filled the air, a shared melody between them. Technoblade continued his gentle caress, each stroke a testament to the unspoken bond they shared. In that moment, the world outside lost its significance, and all that mattered was the quiet connection woven between their hearts.
(Y/n) leaned into Technoblade's touch, savoring the simple yet profound act of being cared for. His hands moved with a familiarity that echoed the countless moments they had spent together, creating a tapestry of shared experiences and unspoken emotions.
Tommy was about to yell out to Techno and (Y/n) but stopped, Tommy's curiosity held him in place. The sight before him was a stark contrast to the images he had in his mind—Technoblade, usually painted as a menacing figure, now wore a softness in his eyes, and (Y/n), often seen as a loner, appeared wrapped in the warmth of companionship.
The fire's flickering light played on their faces, casting shadows that danced in harmony with Technoblade's gentle touch. It was a moment that defied the expectations Tommy had carried, challenging the narratives he had woven about the people around him.
For a brief moment, Tommy found himself reconsidering the dynamics he thought he knew. Technoblade, the unyielding warrior, seemed like a different person in this quiet scene. (Y/n), with her potions and the air of solitude, was now embraced in a moment of shared tranquility.
Deciding that this wasn't the time for interruptions, Tommy retreated back to the basement, the door closing quietly behind him. Perhaps there was more to the people in his life than met the eye, and as he mulled over this realization, he resolved to come back later, giving them the space to enjoy the simple beauty of the snowstorm outside and the warmth within.
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In the aftermath of the snowstorm, the basement door swung open with a resounding crash as Tommy burst into the room. Determination lit up his eyes as he declared, "Alright, Techno! It's time you teach me some swordsmanship!"
Technoblade, amused by Tommy's enthusiasm, chuckled. "Sure thing, Tommy. But you know what? I think both you and (Y/n) could use a bit of practice. What do you say?"
(Y/n), engrossed in her potion-making, looked up with a raised eyebrow. "I've got chores to do, Techno. Can't it wait?"
Techno, with a mischievous glint in his eye, simply grinned. In a swift motion, he swung (Y/n) over his shoulder, surprising her. "Nonsense! Sword practice is essential. Besides, a little break won't hurt."
Tommy, holding a wooden sword excitedly, couldn't help but laugh at the sight of (Y/n) being carried away. "You heard the man, (Y/n)! Sword practice awaits!"
Techno stood in the clearing, holding two wooden swords. His gaze shifted between Tommy and (Y/n) as he began his lecture on proper stance.
"All right, listen up, you two. Stance is the foundation of any good sword fight. It's all about balance," Techno explained, his voice carrying a hint of authority. "Feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and grip the sword firmly but not too tight."
Tommy, eager to absorb every piece of advice, mimicked Techno's stance with enthusiasm. "(Y/n)," Techno gestured towards her, "you too. Let's see that stance."
(Y/n), still adjusting to being swung over Techno's shoulder, managed to regain her composure. She followed Techno's instructions, finding herself in a sturdy stance beside Tommy.
"Good. Now, the key to a strong offense is a solid defense. Tommy, don't just swing wildly. Calculate your strikes," Techno continued, demonstrating a few controlled swings with his wooden sword.
Tommy nodded, absorbing the lesson. "(Y/n)," Techno turned to her, "defense is just as crucial. Don't be afraid to block and parry. Now, let's see those moves."
Under Techno's watchful eye, they practiced their swings and blocks. The crisp winter air echoed with the rhythmic clashing of wooden swords. Techno's guidance transformed the practice into a dance of calculated moves and strategic maneuvers.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, her wooden sword held in a casual grip. "Why do I have to go through the basics again? I've been in enough situations to know how to swing a sword."
Techno chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, (Y/n), let's see if you can prove it. If you can land a hit on me, I'll consider letting you off the hook for today's lesson."
She smirked, accepting the challenge. With a swift motion, (Y/n) lunged forward, aiming for Techno's side. However, he effortlessly sidestepped, dodging her attack with ease.
"Nice try," Techno teased, his voice carrying a playful tone. "(Y/n), you gotta be quicker than that."
Undeterred, she adjusted her stance, determination replacing her initial reluctance. This time, she executed a series of quick strikes, attempting to catch Techno off guard. Yet, he moved with a fluid grace, avoiding each swing effortlessly.
Techno's laughter echoed through the clearing. "You're gonna have to do better than that, (Y/n)."
A spark of competitiveness lit in her eyes. She focused, honing in on Techno's movements. With a renewed sense of purpose, (Y/n) launched herself into a more aggressive assault, aiming to break through Techno's defenses.
Their swords clashed in a flurry of motion, and for a moment, it seemed like (Y/n) might succeed. However, Techno skillfully parried her final strike, leaving her sword hanging in the air.
He grinned, acknowledging her effort. "Not bad, (Y/n). You're getting there. Basics are the foundation, after all."
(Y/n), though slightly out of breath, couldn't hide the satisfaction in her eyes, which turned into a grin of mischief. "Oh no, I know that look, what are you think?" Techno said nervously.
(Y/n) walked up to Techno and leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You know, Techno, they say the right moves can leave a person breathless. Maybe I'll give you a lesson in something more intimate – a dance of desires." Her eyes then slowly flicked downwards and then back up to Technoblade.
Techno, caught off guard by the sudden shift, raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Oh? And what kind of dance are we talking about?" He said as he turned away from her holding his hand over his blasting face, the comment made his head spin.
In Techno's distraction (Y/n) playfully tackled Techno into the snow, the cold flakes cushioning their landing. Straddling his back, she tapped his head with the wooden sword, a triumphant grin on her face. "Looks like someone needs to brush up on their defense," she teased, the playful banter echoing in the snowy clearing.
Techno chuckled, not resisting her playful dominance. "Well played, (Y/n). I suppose I'll have to up my game next time."
Technoblade, mustering his strength, playfully threw (Y/n) off him, and with a swift move, he flopped down on top of her in the snow. She let out a playful complaint, "Hey, I won that round!"
Techno chuckled, his weight supported on his elbows. "Well, in a fight, sometimes revenge is the key. Just like your little deception tactic."
Techno maintained his position, his weight pressed against (Y/n), who continued to playfully protest. "Seriously, Techno, you're squishing me," she remarked, a feigned struggle evident in her tone.
With a mischievous grin, Techno replied, "Oh, am I now?" He shifted slightly but made no move to fully release her. His eyes sparkled with amusement, relishing in the playful banter.
(Y/n), despite her complaints, couldn't help but smile. Their impromptu sparring session had taken an unexpected turn, and the snowy landscape around them seemed to fade into the background. It was just the two of them, caught in a moment of lighthearted teasing.
As (Y/n) attempted to wriggle out from under Techno, he leaned in again, his lips near her ear. "You know, sometimes a little pressure can be good for training," he murmured, his voice low and suggestive.
A blush deepened on (Y/n)'s cheeks, and she swatted playfully at Techno. "Are you giving me training advice or just finding an excuse to be a human blanket?"
Techno chuckled, "Maybe a bit of both." He chuckled.
Philza's voice, filled with a playful yet mischievous tone, cut through the post-training -fight banter. "Well, well, what do we have here? Techno, lying on top of (Y/n)? Should I start planning for some little grandkids running around?"
Techno, caught off guard, sat up, a bemused expression on his face. "(Y/n), did you forget to mention we're expecting?"
(Y/n) blushed madly trying to hide her face away, waving off Philza's teasing. "Oh, come on, Philza. It's just a friendly bit of training . No reproduction plans in the works."
Philza chuckled, leaning against a tree. "Friendly, huh? Well, if you change your mind, I've got plenty of parenting advice. You know, raising Tommy, Wilbur and all."
Techno rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "I think we're good for now, Philza. No plans on the horizon."
Tommy, joining the scene, added his own brand of humor. "? Does that mean I have to babysit? Because I've got way too many chaos-related responsibilities for that."
Philza laughed, clapping Tommy on the back. "Don't worry, Tommy. I'll make sure to teach you the ancient art of babysitting when the time comes."
With a playful roll of her eyes, (Y/n) decided it was time for a tactical retreat. "Alright, enough grandkid talk. I'm going to make dinner." She gracefully rose from the snowy ground, brushing off some lingering snowflakes.
Techno watched her with a smirk. "Cooking, the classic escape route."
"Hey, someone's got to feed you all," she retorted, shooting a mock glare in his direction. "And I'll have you know, I'm an excellent cook."
Philza nodded appreciatively. "I can vouch for that. Her chicken stew is top-notch."
As (Y/n) headed into the cabin, she couldn't help but feel a mix of contentment and amusement. The banter, the camaraderie—it was moments like these that made the chaotic world outside fade away.
Inside, the cozy aroma of a well-lived home enveloped her. The crackling fire, the warmth of the lanterns, it all felt like a haven. She began to prepare dinner, the rhythmic sounds of chopping vegetables and sizzling ingredients creating a comforting melody.
Through the window, she could still hear the echoes of laughter and banter, the bond between friends and family echoing louder than any chaos beyond the cabin walls. It was a scene she cherished—the simple joy of shared moments, of warmth and connection in a world that often felt cold.
And so, as (Y/n) worked her culinary magic, the promise of a hearty dinner and the camaraderie of the evening ahead filled the cabin with an undeniable sense of home.