Request: Yes :0
Mcyt: Techno & Philza
Type: Kinda angsty but then comfort
Ages: Techno: 15 | Phil: old af (nah like 25-)
AU: Irl

A/N: Thanks for the request! I'm trying to push out a bunch of requests before I work on a part two to my military one shot (It's been a long for years but I'm back) and then other ideas I've wanted to do. I just don't wanna keep the requesters waiting. I have one other request then depending what happens I'll have that up maybe by this weekend or sum. Anyways, enjoy :) (requested by alex-jacobs )

TW: mentions of abuse, flashbacks, panic attacks

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*third person*
When Philza adopted Technoblade, he didn't realize the amount of trauma the kid was carrying. Sure, his folder did tell him a bit about it - like nightmares, abuse, panic attacks - but it didn't tell Phil how extreme it would be.

F L A S H B A C K

Young Techno, about nine years old, was walking home from school. He generally liked it, being a fan of English and History and no one really bugged him. Some comments here or there about his long, pink hair but normally he'd glare and they'd look away.

His home life sucked. His parents weren't really parents, more like people who just wanted some type of slave so they opted for having a child. Techno was unfortunately the child they had.

He figured he liked school so much because it was the one time he was able to get away from the kicks, punches, slaps, shouts. It was peaceful.

He opened the front door and was greeted by both his parents. They looked angry.

"Technoblade.." His "dad" said menacingly, his voice deep.

"Y-y-yes s-si-ir?" He stuttered out, nervous for the outcome.

"Why didn't you put away the dishes last night and clean the stain you made?" His dad said, his voice growing as he got more upset.

Everyone knew damn well Techno didn't make the stain. It was a beer stain from his drunk "mom".

"I-I'm sorry! I'll do-do it r-right n-now si-ir!"

He went to go and start but he got stopped by a harsh hand on his shoulder. His mom had stopped him.

"No no little blade. We have business to complete before you start."

It wasn't business.

F L A S H B A C K  O V E R

Techno had nightmares and Phil was aware of it. There had been a few times in the morning Techno would talk about it and move on. They never really effected him because he knew they weren't real.

Sometimes they were a lot, like him reliving a moment he wishes to forget or he'd see a beating in third person and wake up crying.

But he couldn't let Phil see him cry. He didn't cry.

So he'd sit in his room after a nightmare and silently cry to himself. He was good at that. He'd learned to silence his sobs. His biological parents didn't like noise - especially his crying.

They'd only hit him harder.

So he trained himself that way.

i dunno where this is going but it's going

He woke up in a dark, black void. He looked around but saw nothing.

It scared him. He didn't know where he was.

"Phil?" He called out, his small, monotone voice ran out into silence. No response.

"Where am I?" He called out again, fully aware that he couldn't be heard in this...endless place.

"Why didn't you listen to us!?" A voice shouted. He turned around and saw his mother shouting at past him. He looked so sad, broken and just...not himself then.

"I-I'm sorry m-ma'am!" Little him cried, covering his face with his bruised arms.

He remembers that day.

The worst beating he had gotten.

He failed to come home on time. He'd done that the day before, and the day before that and even another day before that. It was the fourth day he had. This kid Tommy from two grades below him wouldn't stop talking to him, keeping him late.

Which meant worse beatings.

His parents were getting tired of him not being home on time to clean their messes. They told him if he was late again, they would kill him.

He didn't think they'd actually try.

"We told you Technoblade!" His mother shouted, kicking his ribs, "If you were late again, we would end you!"

"And you disobeyed us.." His father came around the corner, nearly blacking out drunk from the amount he had drank.

Techno knew, the more he drank, the less likely he would be to stop.

"P-Phil?.." He stuttered out, turning in circles to try and find his real dad. The dad who cares, who feeds him, who helps him practice fencing, the one who gave him a second chance.

"PHIL!" He shouted, trying to not look at the horrific sight in front of him, it never went away.

"GET ME OUT!-"

He sat up in his bed sobbing, a distressed Phil sitting in front of him. He collapsed in the elder's arms.

*phil's pov*
(i'm so sorry for the amount of angst that just-)

I was making breakfast for Techno and I. He'd had a rough week this week so I wanted to make him some type of special breakfast, I guess.

I went up the stairs to his room, going to wake him up so we could eat. But when I opened the door, he was slightly shaking in his sleep and murmuring things.

I figured he was having a nightmare so I sat next to his feet and made sure nothing bad was going happen.

"PHIL!" He shouted in his sleep, scaring me. I got increasingly more worried as he shook harder, tears rushing down his face.

He curled into himself, his breathing speeding up. I was scared he was going to hurt himself, so I moved his bedding away from his face, leaving them be at his waist.

"GET ME OUT!-"

He sat up quickly, I just noticed sweat covering his forehead. He looked so ruined. Tears streaming down his face, heavy breathing. This wasn't the Techno I knew.

He collapsed into me, and I didn't waste any time in wrapping them around him, wanting to give every bit of comfort I could.

He shook in my hold, trying not to cry loudly. He hiccuped and coughed a few times, to which I pat his back gently.

"Sh, sh sh Tech, breathe please. I can't imagine how scary it was but I need you to breathe." I whispered, hoping to help.

I'd never seen him like this and I wasn't sure how to help but I would just hope the things I've heard will help.

"It-it was- th-they w-w-wer-e th-there!" He cried loudly, leaning onto me more. It's painful seeing your kid in so much pain and not being able to stop it.

"Sh, sh you can tell me later okay? Focus on calming down first. We have time." I said.

switching to third person cause it's easier
Phil rubbed Techno's back, hoping to bring more comfort to the teen.

It took a while, nearly thirty minutes, before he was breathing properly again.

"Do you want to try and explain what happened again?" Phil asked, continuing to keep his hand moving on the other's back.

Techno nodded on Phil's shoulder, sniffling a few times. He was feeling tired. Crying made him tired and vulnerable and he didn't like that.

Y-yeah. I was in a bl-black void I guess. It was just me there. Th-then I turned around and-and saw my p-parents," He paused to recollect himself.

"You're doing so good, Tech." Phil praised.

"They were y-yelling at younger me. It was the time th-they threatened to kill m-me. I never th-thought they'd t-try.."

A few stray tears fell down again, soaking into Phil's shirt. He didn't mind, pulling Techno back a bit to wipe the tears.

"You're safe, okay? I won't let them get you again. I'll keep you safe forever."

Techno gave him a small smile, knowing he was telling the truth. Phil always told the truth and it'd taken him a while to realize that.

"I know.."

"Come on, you can ask anything, Tech. You know that."

Phil always knew when Techno had a question. He claimed that he'd always bite his bottom lip a bit whenever he had a question. He always denied it.

"Can.....can you stay?" He asked quietly, embarrassed he was letting himself show vulnerability.

Phil smiled and leaned against the headboard, "Of course. Come here." He opened his arms and let Techno go to him.

Techno smiled and curled into a ball against Phil's chest. He felt comfortable as Phil wrapped his arms around him.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face, surrounded by real love.

End A/N: I've done it! Thank you so much for the request! It took a while to complete but I hope you like it! Uhm, I'll see if I ever complete the two other one shots I have because I'm working on my sbi book :0

-Starby (Phaser) <3