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Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warnings:
Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of
Violence
Category:
Gen
Fandoms:
Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
Relationships:
Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Technoblade & Phil Watson
(Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video
Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit
& Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit
Characters:
Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF),
Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video
Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy, Niki | Nihachu,
Toby Smith | Tubbo, Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF)
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Royalty, Found Family, But make
it, Angst, Sleepy Bois Inc. (Video Blogging RPF) -
Freeform, tommy and wilbur are princes and
technoblade is a feral god that philza picked up from the
woods, thats it thats the fic, mentions of techno's
voices, wilbur also has voices, techno decides to help,
because he has nothing better to do or so he says, no
beta we die like lmanberg, Hurt/Comfort,
villain!sapnap, Character Death, specific tags found
before each chapter
Language:
English
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Stats:
Published: 2021-01-14 Completed: 2021-04-09
Words: 76379 Chapters: 7/7 Comments: 1823
Kudos: 17998 Bookmarks: 4701 Hits: 316666
passerine
blujamas, thcscus (blujamas)
Summary:
“I understand. You heard the place you
loved was in trouble, so you came back,
but I don’t—I just—why didn’t you take
me?” Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or
something close to it. “I would have
hunted them down with you, Philza, the
people who did that to your town. I
would have given you your vengeance
on a silver platter. I would have given
you the world.”
//
Notes:
Technoblade and Philza are immortals.
Tommy and Wilbur are... not. Angst
ensues.
//
“They call you the Angel of Death.” Techno dug his heels
in as Philza resumed an onslaught of blows with his
dulled sword. “They said you leave a path of destruction
in your wake that nothing—ha!” Techno parried and went
on the offensive. “—that nothing is sacred to you.”
“Why didn’t you just say so!” The guard beckoned Techno
forwards. “The castle is always open for tourists. Just
come right in!”
“Wilby!”
The prince. He was a tall, lean thing, his face still holding
the faint traces of boyhood. He couldn’t have been more
than fourteen. In the painting, he’d been grinning,
forever immortalized in delight. But here, he was staring,
his dark eyes unnaturally focused, as if Techno was a
particularly interesting book he was quietly picking apart
in his head. Techno had seen that expression many times
in the faces of wizened generals looking over battlefield
arrangements.
“Wilby! Wait for me!” the first voice called again, closer
this time, and heralding the appearance of another child
around the bend of the hallway. By his lavish attire and
the small army of servants following fretfully after him,
this could only be the younger prince, barely more than a
babe in the painting but now a rather loud six-year-old.
“Technoblade?”
“Philza?”
Wilbur pouted, for once looking like a boy his age. “But
you said—”
“Phil, that’s—”
“Techno—”
“What?”
“I once saw you tear a man apart with your bare hands,
and now you’re telling me about leadership? About
kindness?”
And maybe Philza had been tired, too, of their life before.
Always fighting, never safe. And although Techno
thought it was only a matter of time before this game of
peace was over, he thought maybe he could start to
understand why Phil took the chance. It was a foolish
move, and Technoblade would scoff at it for the rest of
their immortal lives, but it would not be the worst choice
anyone had ever made. Technoblade had seen the worst,
and this was barely a drop in the ocean of bad decisions.
“Voices?”
Not alone, they said. Not alone, not alone, not alone—
“No,” Techno said, curling his hands into fists and digging
his nails into flesh until they drew blood—his daily
penance. “He is but a child.”
“I know.”
“I know.”