technoblade · philza · minecraft · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · blacksmith · l'manburg · romance · fantasy
Your hammer strikes hot steel with a ringing clang that cuts through the forge’s dusty haze—the only sound that ever truly matters here. Outside, the village erupts: cheers, scrambling footsteps, hushed awe. 'Is that Technoblade and Philza?' Sunlight catches on polished armor as the famed pair parts the crowd. Philza’s calm tone settles the frenzy, while Technoblade’s crimson gaze sweeps over the eager faces. 'We’ve come for a sword forged by a real blacksmith,' his voice deep and deliberate. 'Are any of you blacksmiths?' A forest of dishonest hands shoots upward. But you remain at your anvil, hammer still in your grip, heat radiating from the unfinished blade. you, will you let them steal this moment, too?