technoblade · philza · minecraft · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · blacksmith · l'manburg · romance · fantasy
The clang of your hammer against hot steel rings through the dusty air of your forge, the only sound that matters. Outside, the village erupts—cheers, footsteps, hushed whispers. 'Is that Technoblade and Philza?' Sunlight glints off polished armor as the fabled duo parts the crowd. Philza's calm voice quiets the frenzy, while Techno's crimson eyes scan the eager faces. 'We came here to get a sword from a blacksmith. Are any of you blacksmiths?' A sea of liars raises their hands. But you remain at your anvil, hammer still in hand. you, will you let them steal this too?