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Okay For The Moment - SBI

Request: brotherly Techno/Wilbur and/or Tommy/Wilbur

A/N: I extended this to be entirely SBI because I just :waah: I love they. But! Now that you’ve gotten me in an angst mood, this will be EXTREMELY bittersweet.

Theme: family fluffy :)

Warnings: none, I think. If I miss any, let me know.

Characters: c!Techno, c!Wilbur, c!Tommy, and c!Phil

“We’ll put spruce in, yeah?” Phil turned to his sons, who all sat in a little circle. Tommy had asked Techno to put a little braid in his hair like Techno’s, so that’s what the piglin hybrid was currently doing. It was slightly difficult with how short the youngest usually had his hair chopped, but Techno made it work nonetheless.

“Spruce is so overused though,” Wilbur complained, leaning back on his hands to watch his father, who was building a bigger house to accommodate the four of them. 

“I quite like it,” Tommy chimed in, trying his best to stay still while Techno worked carefully.

“There you go again!” Wilbur rolled his eyes playfully. “Such a suck-up.” 

Tommy’s mouth gaped open, his brows furrowed. “I’m not a suck-up, you just have no taste! I bet you like acacia wood, you idiot!”

Phil stopped to look at his sons again, one eyebrow quirked up, an amused smile dancing it’s way across his lips. “Well, we’re going with spruce anyway, since it’s the easiest wood to get around here, and it’s fits nicely. If you want a house with different wood, you can make one of your own, surely. Be my guest,” He challenged. 

Wilbur knew better than to challenge the skill that his father had in building. He simply nodded. Phil went back to placing wood, taking a few steps back, and looking at the build from further away to make sure it looked okay.

“There ya go,” Techno finally mumbled. Tommy sprang up, rushed over to the pond, and looked at his reflection for a long moment, before running back over to Techno and tackling him in a bear hug. “Tommy, chill out a little. It’s just a braid.” 

“I look fuckin’ cool man! I’m just like you now!” Tommy let go only to run over to Phil, hands on his hips. “Phil, lookit me! I’m gonna be like Techno someday! This is just the start, got it?”

Phil looked over his shoulder, smiling gently. “It looks nice. You did a good job Techno.” 

“Can you do me one next, Techno?” Wilbur sat up, looking over to his brother, who smiled. 

“Sure. C’mere.”

“But Techno, that’s our thing now!” Tommy exclaimed.

“It can be Wilbur’s thing too, Tommy.” Techno gave the blonde a patient smile, and Tommy’s little attitude diffused almost immediately. 

“Y’know what? Okay. But we look better.” 

If only it could stay this way forever.

My Sons - Philza

Request: philza angst ;;;;;

A/N: bestie why. who hurt you. also this is in an alternate sort of universe where the stasis chamber hadn’t worked and Wilbur never revived after Ghostburs death, and also Tommy never revived either.

Theme: very very angsty.

Warnings: content mainly contains talk of death and gore in detail. Also, some strong language. Be warned.

Characters: c!Philza, Y/N, c!Wilbur/Ghostbur mention, c!Tommy mention, c!Techno mention.

How could he have known?

How could he have possibly known all of his sons would just leave him?

How could he have known it was his fault..?

Philza sat with Y/N, his only remaining child. They were stringing flowers into a crown, oxeye daisies formed into half a circlet, as they were still working on it. He watched them carefully, his mind running through every scenario that could have - should have - happened instead. 

He’d lost Wilbur once, by his own hand, but once Ghostbur had been reported dead as well, the guilt felt even worse. Dream had said Wilbur would be revived once Ghostbur died, but here he was, with no son, and no ghost of son. Must the world be so cruel?

Then there was Tommy. Tommy, who was always very, very vocal about his opinion, who always nagged at his brothers, who simply was loud... but loved. Loved all the same. He made mistakes again and again, up until the point where his will was exhausted. His voice rang no more. He was reckless. He’s dead. He will never come back. 

Meanwhile, Techno had survived past Phil’s other two sons, yet... he was no longer here either. After getting his son’s will, Phil tried to make the stasis chamber work. He tried to make it work but it failed. It didn’t. Techno died that day to Quackity in the prison, because Phil had somehow messed it up. The Syndicate had been one hundred percent sure that the stasis chamber would work, but when Techno needed him the most, Philza Minecraft failed him. He’d failed them all. 

Now here was Y/N, who would most likely follow the trend without trying. They were already at two lives, and their family was always being threatened. Always the brunt of some sick joke they didn’t know about, until everyone was laughing but them. 

“Y/N,” Philza mumbled softly, “I’m sorry. In advance.” 

“For what?” Their head popped up to look at their father. Curious eyes peered at him.

Yet... he didn’t have the heart to continue his thought. “Nothing, sorry. You can go back to your crown thing.”