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yoooo welcome to my fanfic I have no idea how to use ao3 so bare with me but anyways this is my superhero/villain au! I thought I should probably add some general info before I start so here is some things about the world this fic is set in.
Pretty much all superhero’s have strength and durability to an extent. Some superhero’s just have powers, some are hybrids which come as a result of their powers for example if someone had powers of a bird like Phil they would be classified as a hybrid while someone with fire powers would not. People develop powers at around 10 but can show signs before, some people have drastic changes (for example hybrids) where they will physically change whereas others will just get powers, it’s pretty random but can depend on genetics somewhat for example if both parents have fire powers there’s a higher chance you will have them or something similar. Most people have powers, especially if both your parents have them, but most powers aren’t significant enough to be of any major use (yes like my hero academia) but superhero’s and villains do exist, typically those with better powers. Some hero’s are very young because in this society if you have good powers you are expected to use them to help as soon as you can, and so because of this most heroes start young. Phil is a Elytrian, or a bird hybrid basically, Tommy has super speed but is a little too young to properly utilise it, and Wilbur can control people with his voice (yes like about 10000 other fanfics lol) and techno is not born with powers. Also at the start of the fic Wilbur is 16, techno is 14 and Tommy is 12, they are all adopted siblings. That should be about all you need to know to get into the story so without further ado…
“Super villains Ace, The Guardian, Nemesis and Thunder have recently been spotted working together, as if in some kind of formation, or even a team .” The voice of a male reporter rung out from the television. “We have never seen a super villain team up like this before, which just emphasises the growing danger that has been startlingly prevalent in our perilous city over the last few years. Are our beloved heroes not doing a good enough job of protecting the citizens of SMP City?” The same male voice asked rhetorically, adding unnecessary effect to every word as to exaggerate what he was saying. “Well Todd,” a female voice pitched in, “Let’s not forget all that our heroes have done for us in the past, and the state this city would be in without them.” She droned adding fake peaks of enthusiasm that unnaturally hung over the end of every word “I’d say that with their help, we won’t have to worry about this said ‘team up’- we aren’t known for having some of the most powerful heroes for nothing.” She added with an artificial chuckle followed by that same chuckle from the male news presenter, as though two AI’s had been tasked to read out the news.
Phil sighed, placing his thumb and index finger on either side of his face, dragging down at the space between his eyes and temples, which were already laced with stress induced wrinkles. “Woahhh a team up?!” A shrill voice cried, “are we gonna have to fight them, dad?” The voice asked with a quizzical yet hopeful and excited tone. Phil chuckled wearily and dry, “sorry toms, I think this one might be a bit too dangerous for you and your brother.” He smiled weakly, followed by an outrage from Tommy, something about how unfair it was, and that he was big enough now to fight rather then just help and train (he intact wasn’t big enough, he was twelve) to which Phil ignored, his mind lingering on the more important details of the ‘team up’ the news had mentioned. He knew he was in for some headache inducing meetings and some ache inducing fights. I’m getting too old for this.
Tommy, Wilbur, techno and Philza sat around the kitchen table, a silence hanging over them after Tommy had finished complaining about the unfairness of the situation, the only noise filling the cold morning air of the kitchen being the clanks and clatters of spoons in bowls, hungrily scraping at the cornflakes that sat sadly growing more soggy due to their inattentiveness to the cereal while watching the news. “You better hurry boys, you need to get to school on time and I can’t take you today. I’m going to have to go into headquarters and sort out this mess.” He stated with a tinge of annoyance. “What?!” Wilbur cried, “but it’s pissing it down!” Referring to the heavy rain outside, that desperately hit and pounded against the window longing to break through. “I know will, but I really gotta do this. You can see how serious this shit sounds with that many villains planning god knows what. School is only up the road, I’m sure you will be fine.” He added with a teasing smile as Wilbur groaned, standing up at he shovelled one final spoonful of cereal into his mouth before getting up and grabbing his school bag. In canon, Tommy and techno did the same, waving goodbye to Phil as they headed for the door, reluctantly heading out into the rain.
Techno opened his umbrella, holding it above his pinkette locks of hair, that were drawn back into a high ponytail- Phil would often braid his hair for him, but he was becoming increasingly busy as of recent- too busy to braid his hair. And so he had simply resorted to scraping it back into a long ponytail sitting at the top of his head. He turned his head and noticed Tommy and Wilbur shooting daggers in his direction, as the rain pattered down onto Tommy’s red coat, the hood drawn tightly over his hair restricting his golden curls from escaping into the rain, while Wilbur, who was too stubborn to wear a coat as his favourite jacket didn’t fit the uniform standard, was getting absolutely drenched- his burgundy school blazer becoming an entire shade darker due to the amounts of water if captured from the atmosphere, the same going for his trousers and school shirt- his brown hair now sticking to his head having lost its usual bounce of curls. “Umbrellas are stupid huh.” Techno mentioned with a hint of amusement in his otherwise monotonous voice, referring to what the boys had said to him as he had purchased himself the umbrella. “I’ll give you a tenner if you let me under.” Tommy suddenly offered, “I’ll give you twenty, and play Minecraft with you after school.” Wilbur erupted, accidentally beginning a bidding war between his sibling to technoblade’s amusement. The two argued over who got to stand over the umbrella and once finally becoming to an agreement, they looked forward and found themselves at the school gate already. Techno laughed heartily as the two stared defeated at each other, both sopping wet, while techno opened the gate and casually walked in as the two begrudgingly followed.
The day was dull, as per usual. Classes ran by slowly, as the three sat in different rooms itching to leave. It was last period, Tommy was in year 7, and had been in a maths lesson, Techno was in year 10, and was in a music lesson- which was now mostly theory which frankly bored him, but still he found it naturally easy, and Wilbur, year 11, was in a physics class, and had currently fell asleep three times counting. Wilbur had almost finished school entirely. Then he could become a full time hero, like his dad. The bell tolled through the corridors of the school, it’s piercing sound a relief to many as a collective of students across the whole school stood up from their desks and grabbed their bags, chattering excitedly as they streamed out of the classrooms and into the packed corridors.
The three siblings met in their allotted space, where they met everyday after school, and began walking back; once again, it rained- heavily. The two looked over at techno once more for the umbrella, who sighed, and allowed both of the boys to slot under the small shelter. The trio laughed and shouted as they fought over space under the umbrella, shrieking with joy and annoyance as they walked back home shoving each other out of the umbrella all the while. Technoblade loved his brothers. Even if he was slightly jealous over their powers.
Technoblade did not have powers. It wasn’t all too uncommon not to have powers, but it was still a disappointing surprise when both of his brothers, even his youngest, had developed powers at the rounded age of 10, while techno waited; birthdays rolled past, and still, no powers. The sad truth seemed to be that he just wasn’t special like his brothers. Phil made sure to treat them all very equally of course, but techno couldn’t help but feel left out, what with all the meetings and training and events that he couldn’t attend. Of course, it was mostly to keep him safe, since all heroes had a secret identify and since techno wasn’t a hero, there was no need for the public to know that Phil, or known to them as zephyrus, had another son. It would just put him in danger, he was simply a weakness- a vulnerability.
Phil was right about this team up causing trouble. All heroes were on high alert constantly as to where the trio would strike next, Phils number of meetings were at an all time high as well as Wilbur and Tommy having to tag along. His brothers had to train on most days- he couldn’t even train with them since they went to a centre that specialised in hero training. Techno was alone- isolated. He never was one for making friends in school, mostly due to being to nervous around others. This and the newfound inattentiveness of his family was not a good mix, as he had never felt more alone- he had felt like this before of course, always being left out while the others did some grand, superhero business every other day- but recently he was spending more time by himself in the house than ever before. “How about that Minecraft.” Techno prompted to Wilbur as he saw his brother rush past his room, referring to the offer Wilbur had made earlier while betting for the umbrella. “Sorry tech, gotta go, dad says we have a mission. Probably something about the team ups.” He is practically yelling by the end of his sentence, as he is half way down the corridor. “Oh. Ok…” techno quietly spoke, talking to himself at this point as his brother had already sprinted off. He was alone. Again.
When techno was alone, he played the violin. He was a beautiful player, his slender fingers delicately danced up and down the strings in a carefully coordinated tango; creating a sweet drill of harmonious tones that etched through the air sweetly. He was quite the prodigy at playing the violin, he always had been. The next day, was his biggest recital yet. He had made Phil, Wilbur and Tommy promise to come as he was proud of how far he had come, managing to become the leading violinist in the orchestra of his school, even having a rather sizeable solo that he had been practicing relentlessly over these past few months. He had never been more prepared for anything in his life.
After school, he headed to the main hall, where a vast stage sat, with dazzling stage lights streaming out onto the stage like ribbon of every colour, their rainbow of light oozing out onto the stage like honey and setting a blanket of hypnotic colours over the instruments that sat alone on the stage, yet to have their accompanying players. Once the entire student orchestra was present, the group marched up to their allocated instruments and sat in silence. The group practiced for around a half hour until parents and spectators began to flood into the hall. Techno scanned the room desperately, eyes locked onto anyone with blonde hair before tearing them away in dismay after focusing and realising it was not his father. Once everyone was seated and all was silent, with a swift few flicks of a wrist from the conductor (their music teacher), the orchestra started playing, carefully coordinated music poured out into the warm air of the hall as all their skills and practice melted together into a harmony. Where is he? Was the only question that twirled around technos mind, invading his thoughts and pulling him away from the moment. He was suddenly pulled back when he heard the cue for him to begin playing, something he had memorised thoroughly as to assure that he would not miss his window of playing. He took a deep breath and began playing, the beautiful melody of ‘Claire de lune’ seeped throughout the room like a serpent- he truly was a prodigy. He felt all prior nerves exit his body in a cathartic way as he melted into the music he was producing, letting his hands lead the way barely even thinking about his movements.
After around another half hour, the orchestra settled on one final resounding note before sinking into a calm silence, which was soon interrupted by a roar of applause from the audience. Techno winced at the loudness of the sound, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He looked around once more. The smile dissipated completely. His dad didn’t come. He promised. But he didn’t come. He started blankly into the crowd, the applause now nothing but a faint buzzing in his head as his vision clouded over and he entered his own mind. He didn’t come. He didn’t care.
It was pouring outside. Techno didn’t have his umbrella. Phil was suppose to have watched his performance and take him home after but alas, he wasn’t there. Techno stepped outside after a long moment of unwilling hesitation, and began his trek home. He contemplated going home at all, after all, he doubled they wanted him there. He was just a burden to them either way. He walked home slowly despite the rain; wanting to prolong the time between him and his undoubtable run-in with Phil that was inevitable to happen sometime soon. He was fed up of the excuses. He didn’t want to come home and hear Phil talk about how sorry he was for missing it- again. He didn’t want to hear him say he will come next time- again. He just wanted him to care, like he cared for Tommy and Wilbur. But no, he wasn’t special enough. Not like them. He couldn’t entice people into doing his bidding just by using his own voice like Wilbur, he couldn’t run faster then light like Tommy; he was just him- and clearly that wasn’t enough.
He basked in the sadness of the rain, a true pathetic fallacy mirroring how he felt inside. He wasn’t one to show his emotions much, but it was difficult for him to maintain his uncaring posture as his eyes began to sting with the heat of tears threatening to break the flood wall. His beloved violins case was getting soaked. He sighed as he found himself at his doorstep quicker then he had hoped. He pulled his hand up slowly, morose as to what he would face when he entered. His hand grasped the cold door handle which sent a breath of winters chill coursing through his hand, the metal being chilled to the core due to the coldness of the weather. He inhaled deeply and exhaled deeper before he turned the handle and opened the heavy dark oak door. A flood of warm air engulfed him as he pushed one foot inside, feeling heavy from the rain he had soaked in like a sponge. “Techno!” Voice of his father cry out, shortly pursued by swift footsteps heading towards him. His father had a pitiful and guilty look laced across his features as he stepped into view of techno, who was standing, drenched looking like a drowned rat- his sopping wet mop of blossom pink hair was darkened and stuck pin-straight down to his sides and equally wet orchestra clothes. “Techno, I am so sorry mate.” He began, but techno simply kicked off his shoes and walked past him. He wasn’t going to deal with this tonight. “Tech- techie, please just hear me out, a really important thing came up and I had to rush over there, the boys had to come too it was really important tech, I’m so so sorry I can’t even-“ he cut himself off with a miserable sigh, as he glanced at techno pitifully. “I understand.” Techno said in a monotone voice, fighting an internal battle of emotion as to not let any seep into his voice, “I guess I’m just not important enough.” He remarked, in a flatlined tone with no hint of feeling. “No- no tech that’s not what I meant at all I-“ he began, “THEN WHAT DID YOU MEAN?!” Techno suddenly cried, abandoning all futile attempts to keep emotion out of his voice, now changing to a new battle- don’t cry. “ Clearly I’m not important enough for you to take one night off for even after telling you about it months earlier!” He shouted, blistering rage bubbling in the back of his throat- Wilbur and Tommy now slipped into the room, guilty looks dashed across their faces, “techno-“ Wilbur started before being cut off by his enraged brother “just because I’m not special like Wilbur or Tommy, just because I don’t have some sort of fantastic outlandish powers” he cried, frantically waving his hands around casting effect on his points “doesn’t mean that I’m not your son! Doesn’t mean that you don’t have to spend time with me! Just tell me that your disappointed I didn’t have powers!” Hot tears streaked his face, “I had one thing. One. This was my big moment. I have been wanting you to see me play for years; but you never came. This was my big moment and you missed it- and for what, a meeting?! But it’s fine, I guess work is just more important to you than your own son. But not your other sons though, because they can actually be of use to you! So just please leave me alone, and stop pretendin’ that you actually care about me!” He cried out, his face now not only soaked with rain but now also rivers of tears streaming down his pale sculpturesque features. The others looked stunned. They had never seen techno cry like that. He turned on his heel and marched out of the room, slamming his bedroom door causing it to echo coldly around the vast house.
Techno slumped down and sobbed. He folded his legs into his arms and rested his head down on top of them, just sobbing. He couldn’t take it anymore. He recalled the times his family had neglected his needs, more memories then there defiantly should have been of this occurrence flooding his mind- even the time that on his own birthday when Phil had to answer an emergency call to action with Wilbur and Tommy, leaving him alone for the rest of the day. It wasn’t fair. Why him. He couldn’t stand the disappointment anymore. Zephyrus only normal son. His only useless son. Techno looked around his room and sat bolt upwards. He took his suitcase that sat gathering dust in the corner of his room and thumped it down into his bed, creating a small bellow of dust. His eyes leaked tears as he recalled more and more memories where life just seemed so unfair. Why him. He couldn’t take it anymore, always being the second most important thing, the second choice, the second option. He just wanted to feel loved. He grabbed a few of his clothes and stuffed them into his suitcase. He sniffled as he grabbed more personal belongings he might need, some loose change, snacks he had lying around his room, and other various items of value to him. He looked at the window- his exit. He walked over to the window, rain still slashing violently against it, and thanked the lord that he wasn’t on another floor up. He opened the window and hesitated, throwing his gaze back towards the direction of his bed. A framed photo sat quaintly on his bedside table. He picked it up and stuffed it into his bag. He marched back over to the window and once again looked back, this time simply to take in the pastures of his bedroom. He had grown up in this room. Memories poured into his mind looking at various items each with their own meanings and stories attached to them, he looked over at his bed where he had laid comforting his crying younger brother many times after having had another nightmare, he looked over to the beanbag in the corner of his room where Wilbur had sat and played guitar with him- he had always promised techno he would learn to play a duet with him. He never did. ‘Cafe 1930’ actually, technos favourite piece of music which happened to be a guitar and violin duet. Perfect considering his brother played almost masterfully on the guitar. He inhaled a jagged breath that hitched and bumped every second as a result of his panicked breathing and crying, before exhaling a more controlled yet still shaky breath and turning back to the window blocking out these warm fuzzy memories that seeped into his head and wormed into his heart making it all the more harder to leave. He pulled on a pair of boots he kept in his cupboard and hauled himself onto the window ledge, not particularly a hard challenge considering it’s low height. He pushed his bag over the ledge and outside, soon following the bag was his own body, as he hopped out of the window and onto the emerald grass below- if squelched under his weight as a result of the heavy rain, and the harsh weather this winter had thrown at him. He took one final glance back at the house, his home, before turning around and trekking into the darkness of the now night, his path only illuminated by the faint hue of yellowed streetlights. Into the unknown.