Characters: Technoblade, Philza
Triggers: description of fatal wounds, stabbing and death
Requested by: RosealynHeart (Hope I did justice to the request you've given me! Enjoy!)
Additional info: There is only one life in this story, ghosts don't always become visible or hearable by living people

The blade found itself lodged in their side, eyes widening in panic as the pain spread through their whole body, blood staining the otherwise perfectly white snow around them. The figure that had attacked them stopped, with shock written over their face and ears pressed against their head.

This was not Technoblade that he had struck with his sword. This was not the man he was hunting for. That was a clear mistake on his part. One he was surely going to regret very soon.

Fundy's grip on the sword weakened, causing the figure he had stabbed to tumble towards the ground, blood having already made a pool around them. Their once bright blue eyes were now dull, white and green hat lying at their side, slowly soaking up the scarlet liquid still gushing out from the wound. Their expression however, didn't look at all angry. It's as if they had already accepted what happened.

The black wings hidden under the cape were now soaking up the blood as well, rendered useless what seems like years ago, when actually it's been a few months at best. A few months since they had first joined and yet they were the one to die today.

Shakily, Fundy kneeled beside the figure, brushing the blonde hair away from their face and trying not to get them bloody.

"Philza, I didn't mean to-" The fox man started, his tail nervously swishing and sweeping up snow with its every move.

"I know." Phil's gentle voice shushed the young man before he could panic even more, a hand coming to reassuringly lay on his shoulder. As if it was Fundy on the ground right now, bleeding out and not the other way around!

The man that was dying in his hands shifted, head raising as much as he could to look at the purple sword lodged right in his side, no doubt puncturing at least one organ. He chuckled dryly, the other hand moving to weakly hold onto the handle.

"Well, this doesn't look too good." He mumbled to himself, quite calm for someone with a blade right through their stomach.

Fundy was panicking, making almost animalistic sounds similar to whines as he tried to figure out a way to stop the bleeding or to move Phil somewhere where he could be patched up.

Nothing was coming to his mind however. L'Manburg was way too far on boat, Phil would have bleed out by the time they're there, and the Nether is an even more stupid idea, considering just how dangerous it is for fully armed and healthy people. Going through it with Philza in his arms would be like a suicide mission.

Then again, staying here and watching his only other alive family he had an ounce of respect towards die was not a good option either. That, or bringing him to the house of the man that he was there to kill in the first place. How would he even react to that? Seeing your essentially nephew walk into your house with your dying father in their arms wasn't exactly something to welcome with kindness.

The sound of snow crunching under someone's feet brought his attention back to the reality, that and the audible groan that left Philza's lips when he tried to move. Fundy's ears shot up at that, dread settling in his stomach as his mind raced to think up any possible mobs or people that could be coming his way. Most of them didn't sound pleasant at all, ending with either him or Phil mauled to death, shot, stabbed or possibly all three at the same time.

"Phil whe-" His ears flattened against his head once again when a familiar monotone voice broke through the forest's silence, cutting mid half as he finally showed himself through the bushes.

Techno was wearing his usual gown, red cape fluttering silently in the wind and the fluff on the top shielding most of the man's neck and shoulders like a blanket. He looked humanoid this time, with pink skin littered with scars and cherry blossom hair put in a neat braid.

Bright red eyes found his frightened black ones and he knew in that moment that if he wanted to live another day, he had to run.

Taking a quick last glance at Philza, who was now lying in the snow, half conscious, he bolted upright, his head feeling dizzy from the sudden movement. Techno didn't waste any time either, his hands already reaching for the shining netherite sword strapped to his belt.

Feeling like a wild animal during a hunt, Fundy sprung towards the cover of the trees, hoping to lose his hunter in the thick and hard to maneuver leaves and branches.

Techno was about to give into the chase, eyes glowing in the sunlight and voices already screaming for justice. That is, until Phil's groan brought him back to his senses, the immediate thought of the hunt now gone and replaced by panic at his father's bad state.

Rushing to Philza's side, he ignored how cold the snow was around him and how dirty his clothes will get, his focus solely on the blonde man on the ground. As gently as he could, he picked the man up and put his head on his lap, breath shaking at how weak Phil was looking right now.

"At least it wasn't a baby zombie, am I right?" The winged man tried to joke, only to be met with more silence as Techno's gaze focused on the blade tearing through his father's skin.

"This is my fault" The pig-like hybrid breathed out after a few seconds of tense silence, hand hovering over the torn fabric and the giant gash, still pouring blood out.

"Bullsh-" Phil tried to object, only to be cut off in the middle of his sentence by a hiss of pain. Techno only huffed, trying to figure out if his friend would survive the way back to their house before the damage is fatal.

"Techno please. Look at me." His dad had used a stern tone, one he remembered, surprisingly fondly, from the younger days of their family. Way before anything of this started. When their only worry was Tommy and Wilbur teaming up to get the cookies from the highest counter or Techno going through his rebellious phase and changing the color of his hair every week until finally deciding on pink.

With a heavy heart and a dry throat, his red eyes met the soft blue ones of his father. It felt so wrong, looking at him right now in that state. Yet he couldn't just look away again either.

"This. Is not your fault. You understand?" The same tone, only gentler brought Techno near tears. Too broken to say anything, he just nodded slowly, not believing those words at all.

"You'll be fine. If Techno never dies, then so does his father. C'mon old man, you've had worse, right?" The pregnant pause after his words told Techno all he needed to know. The dread and panic settled in his stomach and the voices screamed at him to do something, just as desperate as him to not lose Philza.

Re-adjusting his grip, his hand found the handle of the sword again, mentally having a battle whenever he should pull the sword out or not. On one hand, the sword staying there meant that there would be less bleeding, but if he were to pick up Phil, he'd risk puncturing his internal organs and making the situation worse.

"I'll- figure something out" The hybrid mumbled out into the air, letting out a huff that turned into a cloud of white smoke.

"YO BLADEEEEEEE! WHE-" A very loud and quite obnoxious voice called out, only to cut off and freeze the moment they saw what happened. It was quickly followed by a loud yell that made Techno's ears want to shrivel up and not work anymore.

He quickly glanced towards the owner of the voice, seeing the blonde teen look between him and Phil with a mortified expression. Before Techno could say anything Tommy ran off, the blue cape Blade had given him disappearing between the snowy trees.

He didn't pay much mind to that, opting to focus on Phil instead. The man was paler than usual, his eyes dulling even more. The once bright green and white clothing was soaking with blood, the snow around them being the same.

"Techno..." The quiet and coarse tone broke Techno's heart even more, his eyes watering as he realised that it might be too late. "sing for me...?"

The request was whispered out, almost unhearable by a human ear. Techno did catch it however, his breath hitching and a choked sob leaving his mouth before he could stop it.

"I- I" Techno couldn't get a word out, his throat feeling dry as tears finally poured down his cheeks.

"Please... for me?" Phil asked, doing his best to raise his hand and put it on Techno's cheek, which the latter immediately nuzzled into, putting his own hand over it.

Nodding slowly, he searched his mind for a song he could sing, something that would comfort both of them. Very quickly, he had settled on an old lullaby. One he held dear to his heart. Philza would always sing it to him at night, whenever his voices would get too much to deal with.

"Stars shine bright"

He started singing slowly, voice shaking as he glanced at the sword again, the blood around it making him feel sick on his stomach.

"Night goes on

Close your eyes

Sleep in my arms"

Philza relaxed in Techno's arms, his expression no longer scrunched in pain.

"The world is sad, unjust and cruel

But I'll be there to protect you

So close your eyes

Let the worries wash away

Here in my arms, you're perfectly safe"

Technos voice quietened at that part, his fist clenching on Phil's cape.

"Stars shine bright"

Phil smiled softly at Techno, wiping away the tears that started appearing in the corners of his eyes again.

"Night goes on"

He looked up at the trees surrounding them, taking in the sunset for one last time.

"Close your eyes"

His eyelashes fluttered close, the beautiful blue of his eyes shielding from the world.

"Sleep in my arms"

Phil's hand fell from Techno's face, going limp on the ground with the rest of the now dead body, a content smile forever set on his lips.

Technoblade's agonising scream broke the forest's silence.

***

The sun descended, painting the hill in beautiful shades of red, orange and yellow. The warm rays shone over the lone tree that sat there, paired with an expertly crafted stone. It's smooth white surface looked almost ethereal under the light. The grass was littered with white and pink flowers, but a clear path to the stone was made between them out of flat rocks.

A lone figure walked over to it, hand clutching a giant bouquet of white gladiolus mixed with red roses and white and red cloves. On the other hand, a small pot sat comfortably with a small sprout of what will someday be a beautiful pastel pink hydrangea.

The figure put down the flowers in front of the stone, gliding his hand along the name carved in it.

Philza Minecraft
A loving dad and friend
May the Gods welcome you back
For an angel has returned to them

Sighing, the figure put the flowers down in front of the gravestone, putting the flowers in front of it. Kneeling, the bright pink hands dug into the soil surrounding it, making enough room for the sprout he brought.

After the small plant was secure in the ground, he picked up the pot and glanced at the writing again, his other hand resting on top of the stone.

"Hello Phil" The figure finally spoke, voice quiet and tired. The tone was still monotone, yet now it sounded pained, as if every word hurt his very soul.

"It's me again, as always. I miss you." Sighing, he turned to look at the giant tree, sitting down under its shade and leaning against its trunk.

"Remember when you told me that I should change up my looks because all I wear is red capes? Well, I did" Techno chuckled, hand going over to his hair.

It was still the soft shade of pink it always was, the only thing that changed having been the style he put it in now. He loved to have his hair braided as it made it a lot easier to fight, but Phil always told him how amazing he looked when he let his hair loose. And so, now his hairstyle was a mix of both.

On his right, the strands of pink fell freely, surrounding his face in a gentle coat. The left however was the complete opposite. Braids big and small framed that side, being held in place by golden rings. He stroked the goatee he had started to grow, looking up at the bright sky.

"I even got myself something else to wear!" He laughed quietly to himself, looking down at his clothing. It wasn't really that off from what he'd usually wear, still keeping the royal style he adored. His white frilly shirt had sleeves tight up to about a third of the way of his whole arm, only to open up at the end. A neckerchief in the color of bright red was put over it, adding a pop of color to the otherwise white shirt. The silk he had usually used as a decorative belt was now replaced by two gold chains on his sides, popping against the dark brown of his leather pants. His high boots were made of a different type of leather, it's black color mixing with laces of the same one.

His pointy ears were now decorated in lots of different gold earrings, some of them being flat against his ear, some being small rings around the top or bottom side and some even being a small chain linking two together. The most important one however, was the one on his left one. It wasn't too fancy, just a short gold chain with a small green gemstone at the end. It paled in comparison to the bright ones in his crown. But to him, it was the most important one. The gem was an emerald, one he had gifted Phil just after he had moved to his new house as a token of their friendship. His father had turned it into an earring and never took it off and now, it was one of the few things he has left to remind him of the winged man.

"Are you proud of me?" The answer was met with silence, as always. And, like always, Techno stood up, taking one last glance at the gravestone. The sky was turning dark now, stars slowly starting to shine from between the clouds that still tried to obscure them. Waving, he promised to visit tomorrow and then made his way down the hill, ignoring the slight chill he felt for no reason.

"I am proud of you son"

The voice was unheard, invisible just like the figure that spoke them. They moved over, trying their best to hug Techno, only for the man to phase right through them as if they didn't exist.

They clutched their chest, the now white wings wrapping around them in an attempt at comfort. It didn't work. It always felt cold. Even in the Nether, the figure would shiver, small snowflakes following them everywhere like a swarm of bees. Only with Technoblade would the cold stop and so, they kept close to him as possible, watching over like a guardian angel.

Humming, the figure flew over to the house Techno was going to, sitting down on the stairs right in front of the door. Looking down, they stared at their own almost transparent hands. A heavy sigh left them as they clutched their palms, not feeling anything. No blood from the nails digging into flesh, no pain, no cressended shapes left.

"At least I didn't forget anything I suppose..." Phil mumbled to himself, fixing his ghostly hat and standing up. Techno was taking too long, which meant he went somewhere else and the cold was starting to get unbearable.

With another sigh, he spread his wings and took off into the sky.

***

Every day, Techno would visit the grave, cleaning up the fallen leaves from the tree, replacing the withered flowers and watering the hydrangea whenever there wouldn't be enough rain.

And every day, Phil would watch Techno sit down in the shade and talk about his day or what he changed.

Every day, Techno would ask if Phil was proud of him, awaiting a response even if he knew that his father couldn't answer.

And every day Phil would try to answer or to hug his son, only for the universe to remind him that he was, in fact, still a ghost no one could see. He'd curse out the world for not making him like Ghostbur, who still roamed the world, visible and touchable for everyone.

Yet, by the time the moon was high on the sky and the winged figure watched the undead roam around, he'd always end up not regretting his death, knowing that, in the long run, he had saved Technos.

That was until their routine was broken by something neither of them ever expected.

The moment had started like any other.

Techno was on his way to the gravestone, the lights of the setting sun lighting him up like a pink star. In his hands, a fresh bouquet of the same flowers as always, their whites and reds having become comforting colors both for the ghost and the living.

Putting them down, he turned, expecting to be met with the familiar dark oak bark. Yet instead, a mop of blonde hair stood in front of him, a sword in their grip.

The hair was a mess, having not been brushed in months and the blonde having brown patches in it from the dirt. The iconic red and white shirt was now tattered and torn, covered in splashes of different liquids that luckily didn't look like dried blood. The pants had half of the left legging ripped off and one of their shoes was missing, the foot covered in small scratches and bruises. The eyes however, were the scariest part in the look. The warm blue felt icy now, cold and unforgiving, as if someone took the child Techno once knew and replaced him with a perfect copy, only this one being a silent and calculated person. In a way, they reminded him of how the kid was during his exile.

"Tommy?" Techno asked, unsure whenever this was still his brother or not.

The figure said nothing, his body shaking, Techno not knowing if it was from rage or sadness. Tommy's grip on the blade tightened, knuckles turning pale from the sheer force he was holding onto the weapon.

"You killed him." Were the first words Techno heard from Tommy in months. His eyes widened, mouth agape as he stared at the child in front of him.

Quickly shaking his head, he tried to clear his name, only to be cut off by his youngest brother's scream.

"YOU KILLED HIM!" Tears were now falling from the teen's eyes as he leapt forward, sword pointed right at Techno.

Before the older could react, the blade went right through his chest, coming out at the other end, dripping with blood. His blood.

"Heh?" He managed to choke out before the weapon was yanked out. He fell to the ground, the spot right in front of the gravestone getting painted in scarlet hues.

The teen that had stabbed him now stood over him, breathing shakily. The sword clanked, hitting the ground and Tommy gripped his hair, pulling at it as more tears fell.

Techno's vision began to blacken, his mind racing a million thoughts per second. With the last strength he had in him, he crawled over to the gravestone, hand resting on the flowers he had just put there.

He felt the chill again, not knowing that it was the ghost wrapping his wings around his dying son, glowing tears falling down his face.

Looking up through the half closed eyes, he managed to catch a glimpse of his younger brother, who was no longer shaking, a hand on his shoulder and a masked man standing beside him.

Feeling tiredness take him over, he allowed his eyelids to fall, closing his eyes for good.

***

Opening his eyes to the blinding lights of the sun, he used his hand to shield himself from the warm onslaught of sun rays only to see that his hand was transparent.

Blinking, he looked down at himself, seeing that he was now floating a few feet above ground.

Under him, left to rot, was his own body. His hair was everywhere, spewed out on the ground around him like a pink halo. The corpse was curled up, lying just under the gravestone with the, now withered, flowers with one of the hands still resting on top of them. The other hand was on the ground beside the wound, having let go after Techno lost consciousness.

"Heh?" Was the only thing he could say, the shock of seeing your own dead body making Techno float backwards.

"Hello son." The voice was familiar, laced with warmth and welcoming peace.

His head snapped back to look at the new figure, the sight almost bringing tears to his eyes.

There, looking just as transparent as him, was Philza. The wings were now white and the green in his clothing paler. In the place where he had been stabbed was now a glowing white line. His face however was still the same. The same blue eyes looking at him softly, the bright smile still as vibrant as it was when the man was still alive.

"Phil? Am I-" Techno was cut off by Philza nodding his head, the smile falling into a sad one.

"Yea mate. Didn't expect Tommy to stab you. Dream must have messed him up a lot." The older one sighed, taking a glance at the dead body before leading Techno away from it.

To Techno's surprise, the hand didn't phase through him, instead wrapping around his shoulders in a side hug and taking him away from the grotesque scene of his own death.

He melted into the touch, missing his fathers hugs. Phil spread one of his wings, using it to wrap around almost his whole body, giving him the comfort he craved for weeks if not months.

"Let's go son, shall we?" His fathers warm tone brought a smile to Techno's face and he found himself nodding along, walking away from his old home.

"We shall" He answered, his mind finally free from the onslaught of voices.

It was peaceful now. Just him and his father, unseen by the world, but having each other and that's all that mattered.

The hydrangea bloomed around the body and gravestone.

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