The Stone Castle on The Hill (Technoblade x reader)

Chapter 1 - Everyone has a savior, even the strong

Picture about is how Phil's castle looks in the winter. Eventually I will put a picture of it when it is summer or something when it's time. You have to click an arrow to see the picture. It's hidden from the song :)

Long ago, there was a man named Philza. Lots of armies, men, family, many different people were afraid of him. But, there was one person who did not fear him. 

It was a woman. Her name was Kristin. She was a beautiful woman, with hickory hair as soft as silk. Her beautiful dark eyes would shine brightly as if they weren't a chocolate brown, and instead a light caramel. Her hands fit perfectly into Phil's. The soft, sweet, and comforting smile she looked at the man with warmed his lonely immortal heart. 

After a few years, they got married and had their first son, Wilbur. After five more years, they had their first, and only daughter, Y/n. Six more years later five, they had another son, Tommy. 

Of course when the three were growing up, there was a a lot of good times. Some of those moments were more fun for others...

"Alright, Y/n..."  their mother said, handing her daughter a stick. 

Y/n just looked at her mother quite confused as she lazily held the stick.

"I'm going to teach you some minor self defense, okay?" Her mother said.

"Okay, mama." The small girl said, holding up her stick.

Later, they met Phil, Tommy, and Wilbur in the garden. At the time, Y/n was 9, Tommy was 3, and Wilbur was 14. Wilbur had just finished some fencing with father, and was talking to their father now, sitting on the grass with Tommy. 

"Wilby! Come check out what mama taught me!" Y/n exclaimed as he ran and slightly tackled her much taller brother, but he didn't fall.

"Woah!" Wilbur laughed, he put his hand on his little sister's head, ruffling her hair slightly, "what did mother teach you today, Y/n?" He asked.

"Mama taught me self  defense!" Y/n cheered.

Phil gave his wife a skeptical look. Wilbur also gave her a look that said, "oh really?" Kristin just smiled and shrugged her shoulders at her husband and son.

"I wanna tra-train!" Tommy half way yelled, slightly stuttering over his words because he was still young.

"Maybe one day Tommy." Phil smiled at his son.

"Wilby?" Y/n called out, catching her brother's attention once more.

"Yes?"

"Can I  practice  and show you what mama taught me?" 

Wilbur looked at his mother, who nodded, her smile soft, as if she couldn't even harm a fly. Yet, here she was, teaching her daughter to defend herself.

"Sure. I don't see why not." Wilbur smiled stand back up.

The two of the, backed up from each other- roughly 15 feet between the other. Wilbur jogged towards Y/n, who dodged barely, and kicked the back of his knee. 

Wilbur stumbled slightly, before running back at his little sister at full speed. As Y/n was about to block, Wilbur quickly ran around her, locking her in a bear hug from behind. 

"What are you going to do no-?" 

Before the poor, poor boy could finish, Y/n kicked him hard where the sun don't shine. Wilbur immediately let go of his sister, turned around, and kneed down and groaned.

"Wilbur!" Phil cried, quickly handing the golden haired boy to his wife's hands before running to his eldest son, putting a hand on his back.

"Wilbur, are you okay?" Their father asked.

Wilbur put a silent thumb's up. 

After a few moments, Wilbur recovered. 

"Y/n, I think an apology is in order." Phil scolded, but there was no real heat behind his words.

The small girl walked over to her older brother and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I'm sorry, Wilbur..." She muttered.

The brunette sighed before picking his little sister up.

"It's okay, Y/n. You didn't mean to hurt me that badly." Wilbur smiled. "Plus, we will never have to worry about you being alone with someone ever again!" 

Wilbur and Phil laughed, and eventually Y/n caught on and giggled.

Oh how some of them missed those times. That was three years ago. Now, their mother lay sick in bed. Of course, everyday the three children would go and visit their mother. Every couple weeks she'd sometimes with the steady hand of their father go see them in the garden. Ever since Kristin had gotten sick, Phil barely let his daughter go to the village. After all, soon she could be the only female left in the blood line.

But now, she barely came out at all. Every other month she would come out of their parents room and sit on a balcony in the sun. Kristin would weave string or flowers with Y/n. While they weaved, Tommy would be running around, weaving, or talking their ears off. Wilbur would read, occasionally join in on conversing, but mainly just enjoyed the comfort and companionship of them being there.

But today marked a new day. 

Y/n was sitting next to her father on the throne. Phil was telling Y/n all about royalty, and other royal families that were scattered across the wind in giant castles like his own. He then spoke of a cottage on top of the North Mountain. The said cottage was small, but lovely and homely. 

"Father!" Wilbur suddenly called, jogging up to the two.

"Hello Wilbur. Can I help you with something?" Phil asked his oldest son.

"Y-yes!" He stuttered, remembering what he came here for, "I am going to L'Manburg. Can I please take Y/n with me to see? She has quite the eye for good taste in building."

Phil had a look on his face that was a mix of worry, thought, and surprised. He looked like he was going to say something, but all that followed was silence.

"Please father. I promise that she will be okay."

Phil sighed, he knew he couldn't keep his little girl here all her life.

"Fine, but I am holding you to that promise, Wilbur." Their Father smiled.

Y/n cheered in excitement before they left the throne room, and began their 5 mile snowy walk to L'Manburg. 

Low and behold the first chapter of this story! I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter. Word count is 1060 words. Cya next chapter!