An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
we're in the final stretch now!! posting this chapter means ive officially finished writing all of the fic, so keep an eye out for more chapters in the coming weeks!!
Technoblade is a kindness Phil had never known. He is sitting here with Phil, holding him in his arms, pulling him close because he loves him, not just because he has to be around him. He is letting him cry and he is crying too, and even though everything hurts, even though Phil cannot hold onto a thought for more than a moment, this is nothing but good. “I thought I’d lost you,” Technoblade says, and he is cradling Phil. He is making him feel like something special, something precious. Perhaps he is. “I didn’t realise how much you meant to me until you were gone, I shoulda told you sooner.”
pls rb!!
