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don't forget to be polite

Summary:

Phil didn't read into it that much the first time it happened. Techno just greeted some fellow piglins, that wasn't anything to look deeper into, was it?

Or, Philza notices more things about his old hybrid friend that make him laugh a little too hard. And maybe runs an experiment or two.

Notes:

hewwo hewwo welcome to another techno&phil fic haha, i saw the clips of techno meowing back at mc cats and jus got hit with this idea. lesgo. speedrunning fics out here.

if u wish, find me on twitter or tumblr at @owvinea! we can discuss mcyt together :D

TW for slight mentioned animal death
starts from And so, right the next morning, Phil interrupted Techno’s rushed breakfast of bread and butter...

ending at ...Phil stayed silent, watching as the...

Chapter 1: philza bullies a local piglin, more at 12

Summary:

The cat meowed.

Techno didn’t hesitate to make his own “meow”, ear flicking in Phil’s direction as the man burst into laughter.

Chapter Text

Supply trips to the Nether weren’t uncommon.

Sure, their little cabin houses held double chests upon double chests of supplies, deeming them probably one of the richest people in the world, but a supply check never hurt, did it? They couldn’t afford to lack ingredients now, couldn’t afford to be missing anything crucial that could cost them greatly.

So when Phil noticed their ghast tear supply lacking, he hadn’t hesitated to drag Techno to the hot dimension by his arm, cape, tusks or ears if he had to. They weren’t going to have a drop in supplies, not if the avian could help it.

And the trip has turned out to go smoothly, without much trouble. Well, little to no trouble.

It really was a blessing and big advantage to be traveling with Techno. Phil almost felt like he was cheating life when they walked past a hoard of piglins eyeing their full netherite sets sharply, taking the lack of gold as a warning sign. But one of them made a questioning, wary huff, scarred ear full of earrings flicking this way and that, and all it took was for Techno to make the exact same sound back, except more friendly and reassuring.

It was almost magic. They all lost interest, turning around to get back to their own hobbies and whatever it was they were doing before the two of them slammed into the red island floors. 

And, well.

Given the fact Phil has had many embarrassing near-death experiences with piglins too wary about his lack of golden protection, the way the crowd almost parted for them made him smile triumphantly. 

“Thanks for savin’ us back there,” Phil threw it out there with a hesitant smile, their heavy boots clinging against the netherrack that grew soft red moss all over it. The lava flowing around them left a hot feeling on his skin, almost similar to sun if it wasn’t so intimidating. “What’d you say to ‘em?”

The question left Techno confused, eyebrows quirking up in confusion as his tail caught a stray piece of netherrack, forcing the piglin to take the thing into his hands softly and dig the rock out of the soft fur. “I jus’ said hello. They greeted me first, it’d have been rude not to greet ‘em back.”

Ah. Beans.

It wasn’t until much later that it clicked, when they were finally setting up camp and Phil was trying his hardest to get a fire going that the two were approached by a lonesome animal. As the flames crackled to life, a little stray cat poked its head through the bushes and inched closer to the warmth, hackles raised.

Phil smiled at the sight, wings swiftly folding against his back to make himself seem smaller. Orange light framed his hand as he reached out to let the cat sniff his fingers. The little feline pushed its nose against the pale skin, snout wet and cold, until it hissed and skittishly ran to tangle around Techno’s legs.

A frown grew on Phil’s face as Techno’s chuckles grew louder. “Of course it’s gonna like you more.”

He paused the sharpening of his sword to look down at the cat, piglin ears flicking as he crouched and let his tail sway curiously. The feline sat down and stared back into his eyes, ears pressed flat against its head.

The cat meowed.

Techno didn’t hesitate to make his own “meow”, ear flicking in Phil’s direction as the man burst into laughter. 

“D’ya just greet every single creature?”

“The cat greeted me first- it’d be rude- Philza- Phil! Stop laughing!”

Almost experimentally, Phil decides to ask Ranboo for a quick favor. The boy was a hybrid himself, and with the boy’s admirable ability to also befriend most animals on sight, Phil asked him to let a fox visit the tundra. Just for a little, no need to tame it or give it home, but just… for science.

It’s a cute little thing, fur as white as Steve’s, eyes holding barely any thoughts as the little fox munches on some berries Ranboo dropped off as well. Techno doesn’t understand, looks at Phil like he’s grown a head or two. “Are we keepin’ it? I thought we already had enough pets in the cabin?”

And then the cute little thing meets Techno’s glance, and lets out a little squeak, bordering a cheerful yip.

And to Phil’s lung-killing amusement, Techno repeats it right back with his own tone before resuming. “It’ll get crowded-”

Phil is very well losing his shit. 

“Oh my- Phil, is this about the greet thing again- it’d be rude not to greet back- shut up!”

Phil is gonna die.

His little experiment continues its trek as he decides to test the limits, bit by bit. 

Maybe, in another time, decades ago where Techno’s stare was hard and cold and he still flinched whenever Phil passed behind him, out of sight, he’d consider this… experimentation a little out of hand. Even a little rude, perhaps. 

But it’s just lighthearted fun now, and Techno’s his old friend of many, many years. The piglin survived death and a half, he could surely handle a little fun from his old friend.

And so, right the next morning, Phil interrupted Techno’s rushed breakfast of bread and butter to pull him into the bee farm, claiming an emergency.

“Did they die?” Techno questions as Phil pulls open the door, rushing the both of them into the warm room. “Got poisoned? Queen died? What’s wrong?”

Phil stayed silent, watching as the piglin hurriedly checked the hives and machines. Bees flew around him and settled in his hair, let down and a little messy as he just woke up not too long ago, buzzing. He absentmindedly hissed back, the noise imitating the buzzing of the little yellow creatures around him as he poked around the nests to ensure their safety. “They seem just fine to me, Phil. Phil? Phil, why are you laughing, what-”

 

The next part of his experiment is unplanned.

Really, Phil hadn’t planned for it to progress this far, but it happens before he can even realise it.

It’s just a simple hunt for shipwrecks, temples, anything they can get their hands on. Techno has been itching for a totem of undying for a while now, the absence of one constantly putting him on edge. A mansion wouldn’t be a bad find either.

Of course, it’s not uncommon for them to get sidetracked. Techno had a big tendency to get distracted and forget the task at hand, and Phil simply loved him too much to pull him away from the exciting, short-lived tasks. 

So here they were, exploring a deep ravine. 

And, like, it’s not that Phil disliked running into endermen, they were just a pain to deal with.

As soon as the deep ender rumble echoes through the cave, Phil’s feathers ruffle and his wings are ready to carry him away.

That is, until Techno repeats the noise and moves on.

Phil watches him mine some lapis, mouth opened in a question he didn’t know. 

“This should be enough lapis for now,” Techno turns to him, holding out the stacks of lapis until he sees the expression on Phil’s face. “Phil?”

“How the fuck did you mimic an enderman?”

“Ender and piglin are pretty close in pronunciation. It’s really not that hard. ‘nyway, the lapis-”

“-what the fuck, what the fuck-”

“-the lapis, Phil!”

 

Chapter 2: philza pog

Summary:

philza pog.

Chapter Text

Next time Phil and Techno adventure to the Nether for supplies, they stop by a little crimson village to trade their gold. They have tons of it they don’t use, and besides, Phil doesn’t really want to go look for crying obsidian.

Phil’s wings flutter as a warm breeze flows by, the crimson roots drooping from mushroom-looking trees almost singing a harmony as he pushes past them and hurries to his ender-chest to fish out more gold. He doesn’t want to lose the streak with his current trader - the prices he and Techno have managed to negotiate are fuckin’ heavenly. 

In his mindless hurry, he runs into someone.

The clinking of gold accessories and flowy, dress-like style of clothing is recognisable immediately. Phil instinctively spreads his wings to keep his balance, allowing him to keep both him and Techno on their feet. 

“Oof, hey, mate.”

His wings startle when he gets back a panicked, “Oof, hay mate!” in broken Script as a response. He looks up.

That’s not Techno.

That’s not Techno at all. 

Rather, it’s a whole different piglin that isn’t a hybrid, curly pink hair chopped short and tusks rid of any golden rings, ears littered with little golden chains. The piglin’s eyes bleed nervousness and upon seeing Phil’s confusion, the piglin repeats the broken Script words. “Oof, hay mate!” 

He blinks. 

Oh fuck. Oh shit. 

The scenario reminds him of Techno, of his little experiments and laughs as he watches the hybrid greet creatures back out of respect- 

Does he look that respectful that a piglin he’s never met in his life felt the need to greet him back, unprompted? 

A grin spreads on Phil’s face, feeling pride swell in his chest. He reassures the piglin by repeating his phrase and saluting, skipping off to continue his trek to the ender-chest.

Oh, he has to tell Techno about this. 

Chapter 3: ranboo pog

Summary:

Ranboo has joined the game.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Techno doesn't know how he got here, to be honest. 

It all started with Ranboo's new project - fill a double chest with totems of undying. A tedious task, one that would take weeks upon months of traveling and gathering resources, fighting bravely against pillager after pillager, burning down mansion after mansion. 

And hey, Techno's fine with it. He's actually pretty proud of the child, given how skittish he seems to be. Taking on a challenge like this is no easy task, but the kid goes through with it anyway. It's admirable. 

What Techno didn't understand was how he got invited to Snowchester - Ranboo's mansion, specifically - to go and see if the kid is prepared for such a trip. It's not like he's a master of traveling or something.

He makes sure to voice these worries to Ranboo as they trek across the tundra, matching Syndicate capes blowing in the cold wind. 

"Well," Ranboo hesitates, "I know, but. You're still, like, pretty great at this stuff. Surviving, y'know? The only other person that comes to mind is- is Dream and- I can't exactly… I can't exactly ask him."

Techno hums.

The sun sets soon enough and Ranboo shoots Techno a sheepish look of apology. 

Techno waves his hand dismissively. "s fine. Gotta dust up the fighting skills." 

The raging wind stops after a while, the sky void of any leftover snow. There's still a glowing blanket resting over the world, and Techno glances at the horizon for a moment to take in the sight. 

There's a small vwoop from his side.

He mindlessly repeats it, blinking at the short black fur in the corner of his eye. He turns, and he spots the glowing purple sparks higher up, mentally reminding himself to keep his eyes low. 

The same vwoop echoes from Ranboo's direction, and then a more confused woop follows. Not a word, just an exclamation. "You know ender?" 

He hands the enderman in front of him a lone grass block, snorting when the enderman wanders off, letting out noises of satisfaction as the enderman finds a place to put it. 

"No, not really," Techno turns to Ranboo, heart almost skipping at the excited sway Ranboo's tail has picked up, not wanting to disappoint the child. "Well- it's really close to piglin, so it wasn't hard to pick up some words over the years. Plus, I kinda," his own tail picks up a sway, and a sudden defensive spark lights in his chest. "I kinda greet everyone back. It's rude not to, y'know?" 

Recognition clicks in Ranboo's eyes, his mouth opening in excitement before he closes it, seemingly reminding himself of something. "Oh! Is that- like, a piglin thing?" 

Techno blinks. "Kind of. It's like a social code," he says hesitantly, testing the waters with revealing things about him. He's not sure if Ranboo's asking just to be polite, or if he actually wants to know. And if he does want to know, genuinely, then that proposes another question. Why? 

He's gotten close with the child, right? The child wouldn't turn sides on him now, right?

There's a pang of hurt in his chest at a distant memory that resurfaces. He turns back to the path to Snowchester and picks up a pace.

Ranboo scrambles to follow. 

"That's cool! It sounds very polite." And then he pauses, looking almost embarrassed. "Uh- do you, um. Do you greet hostile mobs, too?" 

Even if the question startles him, Techno laughs anyway. He makes sure to smile at Ranboo in a reassuring way. Not laughing at him, just caught off guard. "I'm not commenting." 

Notes:

and here we are! 3rd chapter! cant believe i ACTUALLY finished a multichapter fic

ill be writing more of tech & phil in the future dw dw dw

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EDIT:
...i added 2 more chapters. im so sorry i just got more ideas and since this is like a whole multichapter ill just add them here oh god im so sorruYFIUHSKJFBKS SG

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