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When they had first come into the server, everyone could see from miles away that Wilbur and Tommy were brothers.
They didn’t look similar at all, being different kinds of hybrids and all, but you could see it in the way they behaved around each other, how they acted, and the underlying love in every of their interactions. Tommy took the role of “annoying little brother” to an extreme, and Wil was always there to deal with it. It was endearing, albeit a bit weird, seeing them go from full on screaming match to joking around in just a few minutes.
It was one of those things that everyone knew, even though it wasn’t ever said out loud.
That didn’t stop people from wondering, still. How did they meet? Have they always been together? Do they have a family? Nothing that necessarily needed answers, all of them had their own pasts and relationships prior to getting to the smp, but it appeared as if there was one missing piece from the puzzle that was the pair of brothers.
Not even Tubbo, who knew Tommy before the smp, being his best friend, had a clue. When asked, all he would say was that he didn’t know, he had only played and hung out with Tommy in a forest that seemed to be in between their own homes.
(That wasn’t true, at all. Tubbo lived in Tommy’s house half the time, since his dad would often go on what he called “business trips” for days at a time. It was just that if everyone wanted answers so bad, they would have to ask Tommy himself, because Tubbo was no snitch)
(He also liked to see everyone confused)
The one that seemed the most confused out of everyone, and also the most interested in the possible answers, was Fundy. The young sixteen year old had been ‘adopted’ by Wilbur, who had seen another fox hybrid and went “that’s mine”, basically. Tommy accepted him as his nephew quite easily, saying something along the lines of “it seems that adopting orphans is a thing now, huh” which left the rest of the smp with more questions than answers.
That being said, it wasn’t as if neither of them talked about their lives before the smp. Wilbur would often comment on if making a country counted as teenage rebellion, saying he didn’t know if his dad would be proud or angry. The musician would often rant about how it wasn’t fair, really, because he knew about the empire and if his old man could do it, so could he.
Still, when the time came and L’manburg was declared independent, he didn’t name himself president, or anyone for that matter. The place was treated more as a commune until the rest of the country started saying that it would be good to hold an election, so that they could have a president and be a proper country. Wilbur wasn’t excited about it, but he rolled along for the sake of keeping people happy.
(spoiler: it backfired)
Tommy, for his part, never shut up about his childhood and his dad. Always talking about how cool he was, how he could kick anyone’s ass, even Dream’s (the moment he had said that, people started to take anything he said with a grain of salt. Because even if Dream wasn’t actually invincible, he might as well have been, as he was undefeated in battle as of then) He spoke wonders, saying that he had learned everything he knew about fighting from him, and how he was the true other “Big Man”
(or “Pig Man”, maybe, though that didn’t sound right)
The matter of the brother’s father would sometimes come up in conversation when the pair of them weren’t there, moreso as an afterthought than anything else. Hushed questions and theories being passed around, trying to make sense of their words, to no avail.
But they never gave any name, or any description of said man, nothing. So, even if the curiosity killed people on the inside, they just accepted it and moved on.
Leaving the home that had taken them in when they thought no one would was hard for the young hybrids.
They didn’t have any doubts, both of them knew that they wanted to see new places, meet new people, but it didn’t make it any less hard. Technoblade, for his part, was nothing but supportive, even if it was sad to see them go too. He out of everyone else knew the most about needing a change in scenery, new challenges. The pyglin was surprised they had even lasted that long there, with how short their lives were.
He knew he was bound to see them again, the three of them would meet up (maybe even with Phil, who had met the boys a few years prior, when he had visited Techno) Technoblade only had to worry about the time, not letting himself loose track of it so that they wouldn’t go too long without seeing each other.
Besides, Wilbur was twenty four and Tommy was eighteen, there was still time (or so he thought, sometimes mortal lives were far too short for him) They would be fine.
So they each went their way. Tommy and Wil, along with Tubbo, to a land Wilbur had heard from a friend of his, called “The SMP”. It was presumably owned by Dream, a guy who had become famous in the past two years due to his prowess in battle and hunting, along with some of his friends.
He had watched them go, with a proud smile on his face, happy with how the small hybrids he had taken under his wing had turned out to be fine young men. He cringed internally at that thought, he had started to sound old, hadn’t he? The voices seemed to agree with that, though they were also proud of their kids.
For Techno’s part, he wanted to wander around some time, maybe even find Philza. He wanted to catch up with his old friend, and what better way to do so than travelling together once again.
It would be fine.
And he would continue to think so, until he got a message on his communicator from Tommy that asked him to come help them, and that things were very very wrong.
He should have known that good things never last.
When the message had come through, Technoblade was already with Philza. The message included a set of coordinates, so after some changes of plans, the two of them started to head in that direction.
They weren’t too far away, luckily. Because Techno wasn’t sure that if the one screaming inside his head were the voices or just himself.
NO NOT THE KIDS
DOWN WITH THE GOVERNMENT
IF THEY HURT THEM THEY ARE DEAD
fuck that goat, man
Phil was a steady presence besides him, and one he was entirely grateful of. His friend had helped calm him down even when all his panicking was internal, and reassured him that it would be ok.
And if Phil was worried too, he didn’t comment on it. He wasn’t as close to the kids as the other, but he still liked them, and knew how much they meant to his friend. Especially if they were mortals that had gotten inside the presumably impenetrable Blood God’s heart. If anything happened to them before their time, he would be crushed.
So they walked, and they ran, and they even flew a bit with the help of an elytra that Techno had for these kinds of situations.
(He didn’t like to use it. Left him too vulnerable, especially because a lot of people would do anything to get their hands on an Elytra)
Eventually, they got there. And what welcomed them was not what they had been expecting, at all.
Wilbur and Tommy, the two of them living inside a dusty ravine, hiding because they had been exiled from the country they had helped found.
“What happened here?” where the first words to come out of Techno’s mouth. In an instant, two heads snapped in their direction, one more excitedly than the other. Before anyone could say something else, Tommy was already throwing himself on top of Techno, Wilbur choosing to make his way to them in a more relaxed manner.
“I see you that you actually came, after all”
If the sight of his children hadn’t thrown him off in the beginning, that surely did. What did his eldest mean by that? Was there any doubt that he would come? Why would there be? As far as he knew, he had always made a point to pay as much attention as he could to his children, and help them in any way he could. Even in the latest years, with the two of them growing up and growing out of needing him as much, he made sure to at least try and be there.
“What d’ya mean, Wil? Of course we came”
“You know you can count on us, mate”
Meanwhile, Tommy was still standing with his face buried in Techno’s furs. Said man was loosely hugging back, trying to comfort the racoon to the best of his abilities (which were still poor, even after all those years)
Once he deemed it good enough, Tommy took a step back, not without saying hi to Phil first.
“Well? What are we waiting for? Come inside! You are going to love the decorations!”
Tommy began excitedly walking back into the ravine, the three of them following closely from behind. That seemed to get a small smile out of Wilbur, at least.
“Hang on, let me get this straight. So, you fought for and declared independence from the SMP by creating a country, right?” Wilbur hummed in affirmation “and when that was done, instead of, you know, enjoying the peace, you decided to throw an election? What did you even need a president for?”
“Look, Phil, if I’m being honest, I don’t even know” besides Wilbur, his brother snorted.
“You do know! Everyone wanted a president, said that we had to be a proper country an’ shit” the boy rolled his eyes “well look where that got us”
“And Schlatt came into the picture how? I thought you said Dream banned him or somethin’” And with reason probably, Techno thought to himself, man’s a shady goat if I’ve ever seen one.
Chat agreed.
“I don’t really know either. One day he was back, and for the fun of it we decided to let him run. It wasn’t as if the odds weren’t in our favor already, anyway. Our plan was to win, and then do nothing as presidents so that everyone could do their own thing”
“But it almost worked out! We had the majority of votes, but suddenly Schlatt and Big Q were all like ‘we want to pool our votes!’ ‘we made an agreement!’ and all that shit” Techno would have laughed at the way Tommy pitched his voice to make fun of the current president and vice if it wasn’t for the severity of the situation.
“So Schlatt took the podium, said a speech and then exiled us. End of story”
“And he made Tubbo his right hand man! And I get it an’ all, he’s his son, but now I can’t see Tubbo without sneaking”
The gears on Techno’s head were running. He was thinking about what they might need, resources, weapons, allies. He made a note in his head that there was no source of food down there, they’d probably need a way to get some kind of plantations, potatoes where their best bet given the lack of sunlight. He would have to go mining for ores and then bed mining in the nether, there was no way he was going to have the other two go unarmored more than necessary, since Phil and him tended to carry their own set via enderchest. And tools, he can’t forget about tools. It was time to get some new ones, anyway. He didn’t want to use the same one he had used to slay countless innocent people for his kid’s war.
“Well, in that case we’ve got a government to destroy, don’t we boys?”