SBI one-shot angst things????

Like a royal AU angst thing

Philza Minecraft, the immortal boy, meeting all the reincarnations of his sons(basically)

He'd lived this life thousands of times over. And yet, eons later, he still loved his sons just as much as the first time. He did not remember the first time, he could hardly place the fifteenth or any of the others, but he remembered nearly all of the endings. A knife to the heart, an explosion, drowning, suicide, murder, accidents that happened from one of the other brothers and killed another even, it seemed he'd seen his sons die in every way possible. When would they, too, be immortal? When would his wife see her sons live forever? In this life, it was around the 1500s, maybe? He didn't know what year it was, he hardly knew what time it was ever. The same son with pink hair and genius, Techno, the same brown curly-haired, creative son, Wilbur, and the brightest star with golden hair, Tommy. Another start. Another family. Another set of the same sons who had lived thousands of times before, but they would never know. He would never tell them. He couldn't bring himself to name them new names, these had been their names many times before, and they would continue to be their names for as long as Philza had any say in it. Philza was currently sitting at his desk, absentmindedly reading whatever he found in the library, when a creak emitted from his door. He could tell just by the sound of the door and the way it was opened that it was Tommy and Techno. "Yes?" he asked, not waiting for them to ask something first and not taking his eyes off of whatever words were written down on the page. "We can't sleep." Techno, only being newly thirteen, still had a voice that was deeper and more monotone than Philza could even pretend to have. Besides Techno's booming voice, Philza had just now realized it was dark outside. There was a candle at his side that he didn't remember lighting. "What time is it, do you know?" Philza took his eyes off the inconsequential item in front of him to turn to his sons. Techno eyed the floor, clearly not wanting to respond or tell him what time it was. Tommy elbowed Techno harshly in his side, as that was as high as Tommy could reach, and when Techno just shrugged and furrowed his brows at Tommy, he responded for him, "It's after midnight. Techno didn't want to come to talk to you because he thought you'd be mad at us," Tommy responded, using his hands to speak and bouncing on his feet. "I would never be mad. Where's Wilbur?" He asked, just realizing only his two sons had come to talk, "That's also why we wanted to talk to you-" Tommy started, but Techno hit Tommy's head and shushed him. "Wilbur is sleeping, he was upset Tommy woke him up. That's all." Techno said, setting his hand on Tommy's head and keeping his posture straight, that had always impressed Philza, no matter how many lives Techno would live he would always keep his posture proper, he would speak and Philza was sure he'd never, never, heard him falter or stutter. "Alright, Tommy what's your side of this story?" Philza set his elbow on the table, propping his head up against his hand. Techno's eyes followed his every movement, like a hawk. Philza wondered if this Techno would be like the last. Philza could never be sure, could never remember, but he was almost certain the last Techno was the most traumatizing and sad ending to his sons he would ever witness. He remembered Tommy's screams, Wilbur's begging, Techno's sobbing, the sword, he most of all remembered the blood. But that was a different life, he shouldn't compare him to this Techno. They're all the same, but undoubtedly different. "I woke Wilbur to ask him to come with me to your office because the halls are scary, and he swore at me and tried to punch me, but Techno said I was being dramatic." Tommy still spoke with his hands, never once trying to lower his voice level despite the amount of peace and quiet that rung through the castle. Techno rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "He is being dramatic. Wilbur's tired, is it so wrong for a man to want to sleep?" Techno said, trying his best to sound sophisticated so as to be taken seriously, not like a teenage boy but like a man equal to his father. "I hardly got up out of bed to take him here." He finished, nudging Tommy slightly. Tommy shouted a deafening shout, and the door opened moments later. Their mother's hair was visible before she was, she had on a silk dress that reached the floor. Her hair was wavy and dark brown, nearly black. Her hair reached the floor, and when she opened the door it brushed against Techno's arm, to which he shivered. "Mom!" Tommy shouted again, jumping up and down and grabbing at her dress. "Tommy!" She shouted back, slightly softer and less loud. She picked him up by his arms, resting him on her hip. He hissed, as if in pain, but Philza couldn't understand how he could have been hurt. "What's all this about? Why are the boys up? Why isn't Wilbur here?" She asked questions much too fast for any of them to comprehend before moving on to the next question. "We can't sleep." Techno stepped closer to her and hugged her side, he pretended he was too old for his parent's affection or any form of love, but they both knew he was soft, that he craved their love more than he craved anything. "Why don't you two come sleep in my room? Ember's in there." She ran her fingers through Techno's pink hair and he melted into her hand, having not had any human contact for a long while. Tommy's voice broke the small moment of silence, "Ember's in your room? Why isn't her with Wilbur?" Tommy asked, still not knowing when to say she or her, Philza remembered when Techno and Wilbur were like that in this life, he missed it. "Why isn't she with Wilbur, darling." Their mother laughed, "She just decided to sleep with me, sunshine. Cats are strange." She smiled at Philza before turning the corner, taking their sons with her. Philza sat for a moment, lost in his thoughts. He wanted to sleep, but if his sons would be with their mother, there would be no room for him. Eventually, he decided it would just be best to sleep at his desk, it wasn't uncomfortable. It was probably better than sleeping in the same bed as his sons, he'd grown with them, and he knew they were the worst sleepers he'd ever met. Tommy took ages to fall asleep, constantly tossing and turning, taking covers, snoring, drooling, and talking in his sleep, he was a mess. Techno wasn't so bad, but it was the little things. Techno sleepwalked. Bad. He remembered when Techno and Wilbur were little, seven or eight, maybe, when Techno had sleepwalked and nearly fallen down the long, winding staircase. He would've died if Wilbur hadn't been right there with him. Wilbur cried, Techno cried, Philza cried, and their mother cried the most. It had been terrifying. Techno also was one of the worst blanket hogs Philza had ever met. He set his arms on his desk and set his arms upon them, trying the best he could to sleep. It wasn't so uncomfortable, sleep came soon enough.