Warnings: some inappropriate hints here and there ;)
The cold ice whips through the air, nicking Techno’s cheeks. Stupid Steve. Okay maybe he didn’t mean that. But he was pulled from the warmth of his lover by Phil with the news that Steve was missing. It was your job to tie the rope around gate last night but Techno didn’t have the heart to wake you up, of course not. He’d never let you out here during this time of year. His boiling blood protected him from the freezing temperature. But not you, the more he thought about it, he knew you’d insist on going yourself.
He wasn’t going to let you do this, not after the snowman incident, he felt a shiver slip down his spine at the memory of your blue lips and burning forehead. It’s fine, he thought, when he comes back home he’ll teach you how to tie a knot properly. Oh boy, will he.
He wants nothing more than to be at home with you, all cozied up in bed. Too many blankets and pillows that it’d been hard to find you underneath them all, that’s exactly how you loved to make up the bed when winter time started. That’s exactly how he left you. Pulling on his cloak he took one last glance at you, even with the heat of the bed you still migrated to his side of the bed soaking up his thick oaky scent and leftover body heat. He couldn’t help the grin that slipped onto his face at the sight. God, he loved you. How did he get so lucky to have such a beautiful creature like you to come home to.
“Stop thinking about Y/N and keep tracking!” Phil yelled over the strong winds with a smirk. He knew that look his best friend was sporting. He saw it all the time, when they were out hunting. During Syndicate meetings. Pretty much anytime he wasn’t with you, he had that look plastered on his face. A look of pure longing. Phil had never seen that expression grace his old friend’s face before he met you.
“He’s up ahead.” Techno grunted. Oh how he wanted to go home. Both hybrids pushed passed the tree line to find Steve grazing out in the open. He snorted lifting his head towards them, Techno swore Steve looked happy to see him. After tying the lead around him sufficiently, Tec and Phil started on the trek back. The whole way he silently wished that you hadn’t woken yet. All he wanted was to slip under the covers and pull your body against his.
“You gunna tell her?” Phil asked, his feet starting to freeze just a little as more and more snow covered his boots. He was cold, not freezing but cold. He was having such a good morning, it was the first time in a few days that he wasn’t kept up during the night by certain noises coming from next door. He had just spread some butter on his toast when Ranboo had burst in the room, panting and rambling about a missing Steve.
So Phil made his way inside and carefully checked to make sure everyone was decent before entering the bedroom and shaking Techno awake, now he was wishing he could go back in time and teach you how to tie a knot properly. He loved you like a little sister, how could he not. You had come into Techno’s life at a time when he needed you most and changed him into a better man.
“I’m unsure. There’s two ways this could play out and I’m liking the second one very much.” Techno let out a deep chuckle, his body vibrating as he did or maybe that was a shiver. Maybe he was starting to get cold now.
“Judging from that laugh, I don’t want to know.” Phil shook his head trying to rid the memories of that chuckle that were tied to sleepless nights that required earplugs.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Techno bit back a smirk as he lead Steve inside the penn. He untied the lead and made sure to tie the gate properly before patting Phil on the back with a thank you. Pushing away the voices that were threatening his friend due to being taken away from their beauty.
He found you just as he left you, only your arms were wrapped around one of the many pillows cluttering your shared bed. He took a moment to watch the rise and fall of your shoulders as your breathed. Your relaxed face had a beautiful glow to it, you could never understand how he found you beautiful in the morning. He’d never seen anything more gorgeous.
His eyes caught the way you squeezed the pillow and nuzzled your face against it taking a deep breath in. He can never forget all the times you’ve done that to him. Pulling back the covers he tried his best to get in quickly and quietly without waking you. He did just as he had wished earlier, pulling your body against him letting your warm, flushed skin meet his.
“Where have you been?” You whispered, sleep putting a huskier affect on your voice.
“How long have you been awake?” Technoblade asked softly.
“Since the moment you left the bed. I thought you were just going to the bathroom or something. But you didn’t come back.” You pouted, a small smirk tugging at the side of your mouth. Techno grinned leaning to kiss your forehead.
“Were you worried?” He asked teasingly, “did you come after me? Hmm?” His fingers began to stroke the bare skin of your stomach as he watched that smile he loved so much grow.
“Well I was going to, but the bed was so so comfy and I know my big strong man could handle himself.” You bit your lip stifling a giggle when you felt his chest puff out with pride, the vibration of his growl against your back had your eyes fluttering open. Peaking over your shoulder you found him gazing at you with adoration and lust.
“I love you sweetheart.” His finger grazed over your cheek, down to your chin. “Now lemme give you some sweet lovin’.”
Great joke, dad! Hope this is not offensive, may I have a CC/p Philza w/ a FtM son reader who just got top surgery and is recovering so he usually lays down and hangs out quietly out of frame of Dadza's facecam, but one day the pains hurts so bad, wall streaming (in a vc w/ Bench Trio & Will) Hardcore, Origins SMP or Dream SMP, reader walks in & leans on Dadza's shoulder and Dadza pets reader's head in comfort & chat, Bench Trio & Will just loses it, asking questions, introducing themselves.
Not triggering to me at all. This is adorable and I love it.
Pain and happiness
It was not even a week after the surgery. Your father was streaming though. You couldn't really bother your mother as she was cooking dinner for all of you.
Tired. In pain. And just feeling kind of clingy. You looked at your father as you sat near him, off camera.
He had yet to fully introduce you. They knew you exsisted, but you were never really fully seen.
Giving up you got up, pulling the spare chair up next to him as you lay your head on his shoulder. "Hey. Did you take your meds?" Nodding lightly you kept the blanket on your shoulders. The cold still deep in you.
"It hurts. It sucks. But so worth it." You mutter, voice barely getting picked up to on the VC. You watched as your father winced and took off his head phones.
"Who's that!" "Sounds like a teen." "No they must be atleast young adult." The now exploding V.C bounced voices off the wall.
"I didn't expect you guys to react like this. He quite often is on camera." Phil was quick to speak over to people. Whole you leaned on him and watched the chaos. He was safe in his house on what ever map he was on.
"So who is he?" It was the louder of the voices, tommy you think. "If you flip over to my stream, if you can, I can introduce them to you."
"Oh God it is a teen! I was right wilbur!" Yep tommy you knew that voice anywhere. "Really? You never told us you had a child?" That voice seemed so familiar. Tubbo maybe? "He looks around are age. Can we see him in a bit? Like after the stream he seems cool." An american, ranboo. "I mean it depends. On how he's feeling didn't you hear? He's in pain." Maybe wilbur. You couldn't fully tell.
"Yeah. Anyways I'm tommy!" It was the loud voice. You were right with that one. "Maybe we can distract them from what is hurting right now. Also I'm ranboo." Correct again. "I'm tubbo." It was the correct again. Maybe that could be you job. "And I'm wilbur." You got them all right. Congrats.
"I'm (y/n). And honestly a distraction from this would be nice." Yes in the end this pain would give you a lifetime of happiness. But was it giving you full blown happiness. Well yeah actually. That's besides the point it hurt like hell. And all you wanted was something to take your mind off of it. It's so bad that you can't even chew without wanting to cry.
You can't really get up fully still on the like second day of the surgery recovery. So you were wearing the best clash of clothes. Plaid, black, white, plus blue, pajama pants, a large zip up hoodie, and normally a blanket to keep you warm due to the anesthesia.
"I mean. As long as you guys go careful on him. He has alot of restrictions right now." You dad had activated dadza. He was now very protective. "Nah let's just go skydiving." Tommy was fast to snap back. Sarcasm dripping on every word. Making you give out a small laugh but wincing in pain after.
"Good one tommy. But refrain from being the funny man you are for a bit. It hurts to laugh." You were careful with speaking as it hurt too. Sometimes breathing hurt but what ever.
"I will try just so I don't hurt you." Tommy spoke. "Thank you funny man." It was genuine. And you now had a nickname for him. "So why exactly are you in pain?" Tubbo. Seemed like a curious soul. "Yeah. It must be hard to do alot if it hurts to laugh." Ranboo.
"Well I finally got top surgry. Been a hell of a ride with it. But there are no regrets. Just pain. It's worth the pain though you know." This is the most you've talked in the past few days.
There was peace. A few congratulations and hoping you were well. God. This was the pace you needed. The pain was dulled so much. "I'm gonna wrap up stream now. Help him wrap up somethings up, get them clean." He was quick to sign out and all that and helped you to the bathroom.
"Do you want a different hoodie?" Nodding lightly you felt awkward. You felt bad for having your dad and mom do this all. "Which one?" He held up a pure black one and a bee one. The pattern embroidered into the fabric.
One of your favorite hoodies but sadly you couldn't wear it yet. It didn't zip up. You felt sad. "Oh. Wait I forgot. Let me grab the new one." New? What did he mean by that?
He came back a different hoodie that actually zipped up.
It was perfect. "We ordered it before you surgry but it didn't come until yesterday." He helped you slip it on. "Fits perfectly " he mumbled. Smiling as he gently hugged you.
Kissing the top of your messy hair he stood there for a while. Just hugging you tight, yet gentle. He was not gonna let go.
I'm gonna finish up the requests I have. I know. I should be taking a break but I can't just leave you guys with out anything. So Im going to finish them.
Also I might take a while longer for mcyt requests when I open them. But I do hope you guys request other things too!
I will write for mythical creatures too! I.e werewolves, mermaids, orcs, minotaurs, and many others.
Here me out. (Take this as either a request or just my rambles.)
Pure FLUFF.
Having a long day of just traveling around, trading and such - nothing went your way, people seemed snappier than normal and overall your day wasn't great. But when you get home, a warm hug and black fluffy wings wrapping around you as Phil cheers you up and reminds you that there's always tomorrow.
... is it obvious I want a hug from Phil?
-🃏
Listen, if that man (c! and cc!) doesn't give the BEST dad hugs, I feel like this is the wrong timeline. Enjoy~!
Seeing the lanterns of Phil's house in the distance was honestly the best sight you'd seen all day. Everything just seemed to be against you as far as you were concerned. You didn't know what deity or entity you'd pissed off to deserve a day like today, but wow was it rude.
Before you could even lay hands on the cold wood door, it swung open. Pitch black feathers like the night sky the followed you enveloped your body. Warm, strong arms held you tight as they pulled in you inside, out of the cold.
"They were watching again, huh?" you mumbled into his chest. It was so warm and welcoming, you'd nearly forgotten how terrible your day had been, just sitting here in his arms.
"Just a bit," Phil chuckled, pulling away to look at you proper. "Someone's gotta keep an eye on you when I can't." He took in your messy visage, a few new cuts and bruises that mingled a little too well with the dark circles under your eyes. As much as he wanted to scold you for being reckless, he knew there would be plenty of time for him to go dad mode. "C'mon mate, soup's on."
You followed without complaint, your weary steps gaining more life as they adjusted to the warmth of Phil's cabin. Anything was better than the frigid tundra outside now that night had fallen. You flopped into a chair as Phil slid a bowl of stew in front of you.
"Was today as bad as they were saying?" the blond asked as he fixed himself a serving. You stopped mid bite to look at him with the most serious look you'd had in a long while. 'Oh boy,' the hybrid man thought as he watched you set down your spoon and cracked your knuckles loudly.
Phil was patient as he listened to you tell your tale of your absolutely horrid day. Strays found your hideout early on your way back when you first started your day (which explained the new tears in your cloak) and then the portal wasn't working right so you had to go mining for more flint. The piglins were absolutely horrendous in their evaluation of the gold you had, lending you to have less than ideal trades. Some of the farmers threw an absolute fit when you were trying to haggle with them to the point they almost had you in tears.
"And THEN--," you gasped, on the verge of a breakdown. Phil knew he had to intervene, for your sanity.
"Alright mate, settle down a minute," he hushed gently. You swore it was a dad thing because immediately you settled, your rage quelled for the moment. "C'mere." the bird man pulled you to your feet, leading you to the small little nest he'd built in front of his ever-going fireplace.
You settled yourself beside him, his good wing wrapping itself around your slightly chilled form. "Today sucked," Phil started with a sigh. "That's an understatement. But the nice thing is, this isn't every day yeah? And you made it through. There's always tomorrow to try again."
You let Phil's wise words settle in your brain. They were so simple, so seemingly minuscule, but you could feel the weight they carried. Maybe it was because it was who it came from, maybe it was because you knew the experience that the blond had so his words had to have some form of knowledge behind them.
Regardless, as you leaned into your feathered friend, you somehow knew tomorrow might not be so bad.
Summary: Philza loves all of his children the same, but you deserve some extra attention.
Trigger warning: Hurt/comfort, depression (?)
Author's note: im so bad at taking care of myself, i just want a father figure to help me with eating bro TT - hope u like it :]
you've counted the small spots and scratches on your wall for what feels like a million times now. your body is heavy, and your mind even heavier.
you've had this before, where you just can't do anything.
you can't sleep, you can't eat or drink - hell, even standing up is almost impossible.
downstairs your father is making breakfast. he hasn't seen you for 2 days now, and he was getting worried. usually you would be downstairs eating with him, or sitting on the couch reading or something. but you were nowhere to be found.
phil sighs. he runs his hand through his hair and thinks about his options. he could just leave you upstairs and rest, but is that really what a good father would do?
he decided to go upstairs and check up on you. he hates barging into your room like this, but he had to make an exeption. he was worried sick and needed confirmation that you were alright.
he grabbed the plate with breakfast and walked upstairs. he opens the door to your bedroom and looks for you.
his eyes land on a bed with multiple pillows, his child curled up in a ball and dirty laundry on the floor next to it.
"kid?"
you flinch slightly. you rolling on your back, cringing at the sight of your ceiling.
"hey ___, how are you?"
phil stepped over the small piles of clothing and sat on the bed, right next to you.
"i brought you some breakfast."
you sit up slowly and rub your eyes. you mutter a quick thank you and take the plate phil was holding. he smiled softly.
you ate your food in silence. when you were done phil patted your head.
"good job, kid."
you smile weakly as you put your hands in your hair to get it to look presentable.
"look, i'm not going to ask what happened. but i do want to know if you're okay."
phil's tone was kind and patient. you told him you were just really tired. he listened carefully as you told him about your last few days.
when you were done he pulled you into a hug. he wrapped his wings around you protectively and ran his thumb up and down your back.
all of your emotions hit you at once and you broke down. tears dampened phil's clothing. he hugged you closer and stroked your hair.
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info: philza finds out about your scars. not that he's mad, he's just surprised. 》 they/them 》 irl + platonic 》 1.5k words
warnings: explicit selfharm, blood, hurt/comfort, implied father/child-like bond
a/n: my first piece, i don't know how i feel about it.
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"kgh-"
you felt the pain run through your body as the blood slowly dripped past your forearm onto your thigh. a sharp inhale went through your airpipe into your aching lungs.
"ack-!"
the small razorblade slid over your troubled skin for the fifth time these past 2 minutes, hoping no one would hear your small choked sobs from the echoing bathroom.
after letting the pain simmer down you get welcomed coldly by numbness. it never fails to meet you after a cut.
this meet-up has been nice, enjoyable, even. but the guilt of not being able to be as hyperactive as tommy and tubbo, the embarrassment of not understanding what wilbur was talking about and the shame of accidentally saying something stupid and phil laughing at it gave you a reason to punish yourself.
—
you didn't eat much during dinner, even though it was your favorite meal - kristen even cooked for everyone. that's exactly when phil knew something was wrong.
you excused yourself from the table and walked upstairs to the room you resided in. after the others moved on from the dinner table to the living room phil decided to go after you, telling kristen to heat up a plate of food and join the rest of their friends. kristen understood, and walked to the kitchen to grab a plate. phil quietly yet swiftly made his way upstairs.
—
you heard the stairs being climbed from the other side of the walls, widening your eyes and making you panic. the blade you were holding was stained with a mix of old and fresh blood. the tiny drops of dark-red liquid splashed on your leg once again. in a panic you threw the razor to the corner of the room and wiped the blood of your body hastily. you pulled your sleeves over your hands and hid them from sight, hoping the new cuts wouldn't bleed through the fabric.
"(y/n)?"
phil knocked on the door to your room. you wipe your face entirely, trying to physically get rid of your anxious expression and answered phil's call.
"come in!"
you sounded grossly happy, making you cringe internally. you trapped your hands between your legs while feeling the mattress sinking next to you.
"you okay? you didn't eat much earlier."
phil wasn't stupid; he knew you weren't. he wanted to see if you would confess to him on your own terms.
"oh, yeah. i'm okay, just didn't feel too hungry, heh."
the small laugh you exuded only worsened phil's concerns.
"(y/n), i'm not sure i believe you. you can trust me."
your panic grew by the second, not wanting to worry phil, yet desperately wanting to tell him. you didn't have the words for it and your brain is not going to bother finding them - it was too busy trying not to cry.
"phil, i promise i'm alright. i just wasn't hungry and i'm worn out from the things we did."
phil exhaled through his nose. what the hell was he going to ask you now?
you bit your lip harshly, trying to focus on the pang of hurt coursing through your mouth rather than your head.
"listen, (y/n). i know you better than this. you can tell me what's wrong-"
before he could properly finish his sentence you stood up. you screwed your eyes shut and yelled at him.
"I SAID I'M FINE, PHIL!"
phil was taken aback by the sudden and intense hostility you showed.
"i'm...i-i.."
you slowly came to a realisation as to what happened. your lips sputtered unintelligible words and your eyes spilled out tears. phil quickly came to his senses and stood up as well. his arms wrapped around your upper arms and shoulders, his head resting on top of yours.
"it's okay, (y/n). i'm not mad, i promise."
you didn't respond. you only sobbed louder and pushed your face into his chest, finding safety in his secure embrace. you stood like this for a bit, calming down over time until the sobs from earlier were nothing more than hiccups.
"are you okay to talk about it now?"
phil eventually spoke up. you nod slowly, pulling away from the hug and letting yourself fall onto the bed you sat on a while ago, phil following your lead.
"what's wrong, kid?"
you let out a shaky breath and let go of the sleeve you were holding onto tightly during the conversation. you grabbed the end of your sleeve and tried to pull it up, but to no avail.
you couldn't. you couldn't show him yourself.
you whined softly, trying to think of a solution. phil rested his hand on your thigh as a way of non-verbal support, giving you an idea. you dropped your arm onto phil's hand, him instantly understanding what you meant and grabbing your arm gingerly. he placed it on his lap and carefully peeled off the sleeve.
"oh, (y/n)."
it was a sight to behold; a bloodied arm with messy cuts, a few still dribbling slightly, most of your skin covered in the half-dried crimson fluid.
refusing to look at phil, you stared at the wall on the other side of the room. you could feel his eyes staring daggers at it, your face heating up in shame and vulnerability.
"i'm so sorry, (y/n)."
you felt your sleeve being pulled over your arm again and you were pulled into another embrace. this time the hug felt sympathetic, like it was apologizing to you for everything you've ever been through, saying sorry for the fact you had to do this as a way to live with yourself.
if you had anything left, you could've cried for hours. but your tears ran out a while ago, so you stayed quiet, with the exception of a few whimpers and sighs.
"thank you for telling me."
phil broke the silence again, a small smile appearing on your tear-stained face.
"but- we should really clean up that arm. you don't want that to get infected."
he said with a hint of a chuckle. it was kind of nice hearing him be a little humorous in such a depressing scene.
"yeah, maybe we should."
you responded with the same tone. he grabbed your hand and lead you to the nearest bathroom. he fetched the softest towel he could find and dampened it with lukewarm water. he then turned his attention to you; he dabbed the still open cuts first and cleaning up the freshest blood. then he moved onto the dried blood around it, wiping it carefully, minding the sensitive wounds.
"stay here, i'll get the first-aid kit from the other bathroom."
phil said, before disappearing into the hall outside. you stood on the cold tiles for a few moments, pondering how you even managed to muster the strength to tell anyone. you were glad you did, though.
"i'm back!"
the familiar voice rang through the reverberating room and into your ears, making you turn your head in the door's direction. the smile grew slightly when phil's face entered your vision.
"arm, please."
you did as he asked and handed your arm to him. he took a cream-coloured bandage out of the small bag and gently yet firmly wraps your injured arm.
"thank you, phil."
your smile was persisting while looking at the bandaged arm. phil packed up the first-aid kit and grinned himself.
"you're welcome, kid. now, let's get some clean clothes and a plate of warm food."
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"PHILZA!"
tommy yelled from the couch he sat on. the rest of the group quickly turned around to greet their friends.
"hi, mate. what are we watching?"
wilbur waved over to you and signaled to come sit next to him. you happily obliged and sat down with a plate in hand. the couch was just big enough to seat 3 people, you, tommy and wilbur occupying said seats. kristen sat on the chair on the left, while tubbo sat on a pillow on the floor with his hand in a bag of crisps.
"no idea, we were just going to choose something."
wilbur answered for him, earning him a smack on the knee from the blonde. phil laughed while lowering himself into a chair on the right side of the couch.
"he asked me, you prick."
"well, you were just too slow."
the two boys bickered back and forth a bit until tubbo spoke up.
"why don't we let (y/n) decide?"
both wilbur and tommy seemed satisfied with that resolution, nodding their heads and verbally agreeing.
"uhm, how about ___."
kristen immediately agreed, so did phil and tubbo. tommy was still a bit bitter about not being the one to choose, but didn't object, the same for wilbur.
"alright, it has been decided!"
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the movie was quite long, but enjoyable. your dinner was finished and the plate stood on the coffee table, next to an empty glass and a half-eaten bag of crisps.
your head rested on wilbur's shoulder, a fluffy blanket draped over you along with one of his arms. your eyelids were heavy, the light emitting from the tv becoming more distant every second.
a final consious breath escaped your lungs and you finally fell asleep.
the comfort this household has brought you is something you couldn't find anywhere else - you were truly home.
“Did you eat your breakfast?” Philza asked his best friend, Y/n, who was staying over for a couple months because something happened.
“…No.” Y/n, hesitated, knowing Phil would force feed him if he had to.
“Get over yourself. You can’t avoid taking care of yourself forever.” Philza said, shaking his head and heading to the kitchen to make his friend some food.
“Yes, I can.” They defended, going back to whatever they were doing before Phil interrupted them.
