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Not Art making me feel things early in the morning <3 this is so good I nearly sobbed 

𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 | 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Phil reads Techno’s will and you’re surprised to find yourself included. Genre: light angst but it has a good ending Warnings: nothing really Pronouns: they/them Note: another quick techno thing bc phil reading his will really did it for me </3 (also bc im probably gonna be dead for a little while so this is my apology)

"I'm reading his will."

"Oh."

The somber mood made much more sense now; the smile on Phil's face that didn't quite reach his eyes. His knuckles were white around the spine of the leather bound book, trembling lightly from morbid anticipation or old age, you couldn't say.

The older man pushed the brim of his hat further up his head, revealing more of his face- the dark circles under his eyes. Though he had smiled and laughed in jest when his friend had made it back, he couldn't hide the toll his disappearance had left.

For an aging man, affectionately called "too old" by most of the Syndicate, Philza was certainly adept. He was still capable of flying long distances and doing his own farm work.

Yet, the parts of his old age shone through in smaller ways. Like how he had misheard Techno and left the piglin hybrid in prison for three months instead of three days.

You could tell he felt bad, the wringing of his fingers fiddling with his clothing as Techno had spoken to him that day was something you picked up on.

Phil moved over to the podium, setting down the book, sighing deeply.

You didn't like to think about Techno dying. How could you when the man would boast about how easy it was to evade the greedy claws of death? You even came to question his mortality.

His will in front of you shattered the very foundation of the wall you had built, between you and the prospect of his death. Suddenly, it was real. Suddenly, it was so real, you felt the rapid thrum of your heart begin to speed up, a pounding behind your skull.

You lost your footing slightly as the world seemed to sway.

Phil turned to you, lips pursed with concern, "You don't have to be here, I won't make you." "I want to see."

He seemed reluctant to let it go, but ultimately agreed to, opening the cover of the book.

"If this is being read, I guess the Lady of Death finally caught up with me," Phil read as your palms became clammy. "I knew this day would come, the voices could only scream "TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES" for so long."

The Brit's voice faded into background noise as you stood behind him, your breathing too uneven for you to convince yourself that you'd be fine.

Techno wasn't dead. But he could have been.

You spent a moment with your eyes closed, thoughts drifting to the night it took for you to latch yourself onto Techno. It was pathetic, really, but he had shown you kindness when you had needed it most.

The snow crunched under your boots as you stood atop the hill, gazing at the stars that twinkled above as the wintery air nipped at your face.

Truthfully, you missed home.

You had joined the Syndicate in a desperate attempt to find a family amongst the rubble that was left behind after the disaster that ruined L'Manburg.

Phil was eager to take you in, remembering your name from Wilbur's letters to him. In a way, you felt he saw his dead son when he looked at you.

And then there was Techno, who wasn't particularly warm to you, but he wasn't averse to you either.

You tried to fit in, but the disconnect was strong. Phil and Techno worked because they were established. Your introduction threw off the delicate balance both men had mustered into their centuries old friendship.

You missed the ease that came with L'Manburg.

As you stated at the distance of snow covered land in front of you, you considered running away.

"You should come back inside."

With a jump and a sharp exhale, you turned to face Techno. He was huddled under his thick cape, one you wished was around you as the biting cold seeped in through your coat.

He must have read your mind as he moved to place it over your frame, the weighted material pulling down your shoulders.

"Come on," he grumbled, grabbing your nearly frost-bitten hand in his, his warmth immediately comforting your fingertips.

You followed him blindly, the yellow lanterns hanging in front of every cabin blurring into a large mass of light as tears filled your vision.

God, this was embarrassing. You were crying like a homesick child.

When he finally pulled you through the threshold, into his cabin, you had let your resolve crumble. Techno cleared his throat to ease into conversation, struggling to find a way to comfort you.

"Why'd you go out?" "I missed home," you muttered between sniffles.

He was silent for a while, you wondered if he felt guilty for being at least half responsible for the destruction of your country.

Techno sighed eventually, his large hand landing on your shoulder as he pulled you into a hug. His arms nearly suffocated you with the sheer strength of his hold. The wind whistled outside filled the silent spell that fell over you both, and he let you dry your tears into his shirt.

"I can't promise that this'll feel like home," he said and you nodded haphazardly, "but I'll try to make it a home—or more like a home for you."

You couldn't remember when you had fallen asleep, or how you had ended up in your bed, but you were grateful for that night.

Slowly, Techno began adjusting to your presence and eventually, he began to appreciate it too. He would never admit but he’d often find himself seeking you out.

In many ways, you began to appreciate him as well.

Your eyes snapped open when Phil read your name off the will, the memory that resided behind your eyelids fading away as you situated yourself with the present once more.

"Tell (Y/N)," Phil began and you felt your heart race.

A tragic confession sounded just like him, but still, you expected to be left with some small trinket of his.

"That I love them, because they are love."

You couldn't hold back the ugly sob that ripped from your throat.

And when Techno stepped into the room, brows raised from the bittersweet feeling that pressed down on him, you nearly screamed.

How dare he?

His ruby eyes flickered over to his will resting on the podium and suddenly, he understood your anger.

"So you read it," he said, more to you than to Phil. "How could you?"

For a moment, Techno wondered if his feelings were unrequited. Had he misjudged you all along?

His hesitation only upset you more, “So only in death could you have admitted how you felt? Only after you’ve left me alone would you have wanted me to find out?”

Techno wasn’t used to apologizing, he’d never felt the need to. He was in the right, most times anyway. Yet as he stood in front of you, he couldn’t stop the guilt from clawing at his insides. He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He wanted to say as much, but confusion clouded his mind. He didn’t want to say anything until you revealed how you felt about him too.

“Techno,” you breathed, having calmed down a bit since your initial outburst, “every night I sat in bed and wondered what we had between us.”

“I didn’t want to wait till I was gone,” he grumbled and if you hadn’t been so emotional, you would’ve thought it was cute. “It just worked out that way.

You wanted him to move, to hold you in his arms like he did that so many nights ago. Likewise, Techno wished he wasn’t so afraid to hold you.

When it seemed like neither of you had anything more to add, Phil quietly closed the book and tucked it away under his arm, walking out of the room in a rush. You could imagine why- it was awkward.

You stared at Techno for a while longer, trying to convey through furrowed brows and a slight frown that you had wanted him to do something more. He blinked back at you, seemingly clueless.

“This is useless,” you muttered, tugging the ends of your coat closer to your chest, deciding to leave the room as well.

If Techno had been good at guarding his emotions before, prison must have changed that about him. Perhaps, he was just comfortable enough around you to let you see right through. His resolve crumbled when you walked towards the door and you weren’t the least bit surprised when his hand caught your wrist.

“Stay with me.”

You looked up at him, searching his gaze for a reflection of everything you had come to feel for him, swimming in the scarlet red of his irises.

“Okay,” you agreed, letting his hand slip into yours.

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