SBI + Friends One-shots

And so they leave and they leave no letter

Type: Angst
Characters: Philza, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Wilbur
Words: 2616
Summary:

“Wil please, you do this and you’ll never forgive yourself.”
“There’s no forgiveness left for me either way. If I can’t have L’manberg, no one can.”

Philza was too late to save Wilbur Soot.

Or; A dad loses his kids, a kid loses his dad, and its all caused by a war they never chose.

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!!Warnings: Major character death, Graphic deciptions of violence, Vomiting!!

“You push that button, and you’ll be destroying everything.” Philza pleads to a very broken yet determined Wilbur.

“I know, believe me I know Dad.” He mutters weakly, before going into yet another coughing fit causing him to fall against the wall. He drags his gloved hand through the dirt laden wall until he finds the button.

“Wil please, you do this and you’ll never forgive yourself.”
“There’s no forgiveness left for me either way. If I can’t have L’manberg, no one can.”

Philza was too late to save Wilbur Soot.

The cave they’re in begins to shake with each TNT blast from the outside. He hears screaming, then shocked silence as the explosions travel further away. Philza swears he sees Wilbur smile as the first parts of the roof begin to fall around them.

They needed to leave and Wilbur clearly was prepared to suffocate. No matter what Wilbur did, he’d always be Philza’s firstborn son and so Philza would always protect him. Many would leave Wilbur to perhaps a well deserved death. But Philza was not one of the many.

He carries his son through the entrance to the cave and leans him against the mountain side before assessing the damage. The festival was completely destroyed. The man was left to wonder just how far Wilbur must have been pushed to do this much damage.

Philza was far too late to save Wilbur Soot.

The silence is pierced by a gut wrenching scream from his left. Tubbo was leaning over the bloodied body of Philza’s youngest. “He gone. H-he was so scared and confused and now he’s gone.”

Philza was too late to save Tommy.

Philza rushes to Tommy’s side and brushes the boy’s unkempt hair out of his face. He doesn’t look away as he closes the blond’s eyes. And holds him in his arms much like Tubbo was moments ago.

Philza was far too late to save Tommy.

He let’s himself grieve as Tubbo marches up to Wilbur with such anger that no one had ever thought the boy was capable of. Death changed people, unfortunately. The boy grabs Wilbur by the front of his coat with hands soaked in black and red.

“You killed him! You’re a fucking monster. He was your brother Wilbur. He stuck by you when no one else did. He loved you so goddamn much Wilbur.” Tubbo drops to his knees and releases his grip on Wilbur who falls back against the mountain and does not move. “ He loved you. Even after you locked him away for days, wh-when you hit him or even burned-”

“Kill me.” Wilbur grits out painfully. His eyes are glossy and he’s struggling to keep eye contact with Tubbo. Philza never thought he’d see the day the one who won the war would look so defeated.

“What?” The boy whispers in shock, almost too quiet for Philza to hear. “I-I can’t Tommy wouldn’t want that for you.”

“I killed Tommy. I deserve it.”

Tubbo starts screaming again, accompanied by sobs that shook his whole body causing him to collapse onto Wilbur who weakly drapes his arm over the child’s back.

“Tubbo, come and sit with Tommy.” He tries to say it gently, but it was an order. Tubbo knew it too.

Philza leaves Tubbo to say goodbye to his friend while he walks over to Wilbur. Unsheathing his sword as he walked. Kneeling before his oldest, the sword digging into the grass beside him. He was too late to save Wilbur Soot, but he’ll be damned if he’s not the one to bring him peace.

“I can’t live with what I’ve done. Please let me go.” He pleads.

Philza cups the boy’s face in his hands and kisses his forehead. Wilbur smiles and closes his eyes, leaning into his father’s touch. Philza loved his sons too much to let them suffer.

The sound of a sword piercing his skin is sharp. Tubbo dry heaves as Wilbur starts to choke on his own blood, too weak to cough. “I love you.” Philza says it as gently as he could. He wanted it to be the last thing he hears.

And so it was.

He picks up Wilbur and Tubbo does the same for Tommy. They decide to bury them under the last natural tree in L’manberg. The one place completely protected from war. The one place the two soldiers could finally rest.

Philza digs the graves alone, Tubbo goes to gather some flowers.

Their bodies were battered with bruises, littered with scars. Their clothing was torn, they were bathed in blood and ash. It was not how Philza thought his two boys would die. Techno was the one he expected to bury from war. Not his two who loved music and art all their youth.

Tubbo holds the flowers in front of him and prays as Philza buries them. He steps back and gestures for the younger to place the hyacinths between the graves.

Eulogies would come later. Neither of them could bring themselves to speak.

Tubbo turns from the graves and throws himself into Philza so fiercely that the air is forced out of his lungs with a wheeze. It takes him seconds before he's wrapping his arms around the boy, shielding him almost completely from the outside world. Tubbo cries once again, muffled by Philza’s robes as he rocks the boy gently.

In this moment; Philza realizes two things; Tubbo lost his father this morning. Philza lost his sons by the afternoon. And now, in the evening, they found each other.

Philza was too late for Wilbur. Philza was too late for Tommy.

Philza was not too late for Tubbo.

“Come live with me. I have a farm in a town not too far from here. There’s a schoolhouse there. You could be a kid for once.”

Tubbo pulls back, but keeps Philza at arms length. They’re both shaking from shock and exhaustion. “ I can’t leave, Wilbur made me president! We both have family buried here. We have to just rebuild-”

“Can’t or won’t leave Tubbo? Because I promise if you want to we can leave. Everyone here has chosen violence but you Tubbo. Don’t you see? Leave the adults to their mistakes. You chose peace a long time ago. This is your chance to find it.” He is praying to the gods that Tubbo agrees and let’s Philza take him far away from this hell.

“Once a month.” Tubbo takes Philza’s hand in both of his.

“What?”

“I’ll go. I’ll leave the adults to see their own mistakes in time. If we visit our families once a month. No more, no less.”

Philza smiles, and for the first time since his boys left the antarctic to join this world, he feels hope. “Of course. No more no less.”

And so they leave, and they leave no letter.