Love
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His hands go to the little metal clips; quick and precise in their movements as he helps shift the heavy netherite plating before turning to his own coat buttons. They’re skewed and misaligned; Ranboo watching quietly as Tubbo’s fingers slip, like they’re frostbitten; his bottom lip pinched between his teeth; brow furrowed—
“Here. Let me.”
Ranboo keeps his voice as gentle as the lambent firelight, hands up in mock surrender where Tubbo’s stiffen against his mis-matched buttons, giving a stiff nod and dropping his hands so that Ranboo’s can replace them. His chin is pointed down and his fringe covers his face, but the tell-tale hiss of burning skin gives away the tears.
This is simply an excuse to write about the Beeboo Duo and their son.
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- Part 1 of Love
- Part 1 of All My MCYT/RPF Works
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“Fucking—let—me—go!” he snarls, wrapping both hands around the length of the rope, painfully aware of the laughter ringing through the trees; the sounds of feet crashing through bracken; and Tommy—he doesn’t understand why the rope isn’t burning, why the frayed strands aren’t catching—it’s just a length of rope used for hunting, its not important enough to be enchanted, no one would waste coin enchanting rope to make it fireproof when it’s only use is to be part of a snare and nothing more.
The voices are getting louder and Tommy is running out of time.
There’s a trail of smoke where something just barely catches alight and Tommy doesn’t bother with a cry of victory—not when he’s not free, not when he’s still suspended up in the air, dangling by his foot, trying to burn through his shoe so that he can gain favour towards escape or free his knife—“Oh my god Techno, your snare caught a child!”
Or: Tommy is running from his past, and finds family along the way.
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- Part 2 of Love
- Part 2 of All My MCYT/RPF Works
- Part 1 of Abundance of Love
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Wilbur loves and adores his family.
It’s a firm certainty.
An unchangeable truth.Techno is intelligent, he’s kind and understanding and blissfully quiet. Dad is a cornerstone of support that will never move, never leave, never turn his back.
Tommy is far more observant than what he allows people to see because of his past: knows when Dad listens to the voice of the wind and desires quiet to hear her better; knows when Techno is training to quieten the voices; knows when Wilbur's gone past the point of amusement and the guitar has become a shackle that Tommy will distract him from before he’s trapped in his room for a week.Tommy knows what his family needs and when, and they all love him for it; how he fits the space in their family they didn’t even realise was empty until he came along, a little bruised, a little battered and more than a little terrified of the world around him, but with a heart so big and a love so pure they couldn’t imagine the valley returning to the quiet it had been before.
Of course Wilbur loves him.
But so too comes an emotion in his chest that is wreathed in spikes; a knot of bleeding thorns that are drenched in something dark that he will not name.
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- Part 3 of Love
- Part 3 of All My MCYT/RPF Works
- Part 2 of Abundance of Love
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“I am Prince Theseus’s guard.”
Tommy’s looks like Tubbo’s told a joke. The uniform was enough for everyone else but Tommy doesn’t believe him. Or he’s smiling for another reason.
“I’m sure you’ve heard, but Prince Theseus doesn’t think highly of being guarded,” he says, amused. Tubbo can’t see the humour, but he’s also certain that he’d get in trouble for turning his back on the lordling, having surmised that Tommy is not quite royalty, but still high in status—certainly higher than Sam or Dream or any of the knights that would step in to defend Tubbo’s actions.
“He doesn’t see the point, when he’s trapped in the castle as it is,” Tommy continues; “being guarded is worse. They’re all stiff, proper and fucking bootlickers to the old man, but if you want, I can put in a good word for you.”
Tubbo’s scepticism must show on his face because Tommy pouts playfully. “What? Don’t you trust me?”
“I don’t know you,” Tubbo says before he can think about it.Curse his unruly mouth. Mother told him he didn’t often think before his spoke and now he’s being rude to a lordling because of it.
Or: Tubbo is Prince Theseus's new guard. Except he can't find him.
And who's this Tommy kid?Series
- Part 4 of Love
- Part 5 of All My MCYT/RPF Works
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Ranboo takes a breath, lifts his head, and stares him in the eye. “I need a favour.”
Technoblade has enough mind not to let his mask slip, even if agitation curls at the base of his throat, a territorial warning grunt rising in instinctual reaction to a shoat pushing their luck. Even if he made the sound, it’s not like Ranboo would understand what it meant, but contextual clues would be enough to figure that Technoblade was less than willing to shrug on his winter coat and go traipsing back west to find his brother being dramatic and over-reacting like he needs to fill the role Wilbur left behind.
But before Techno can find the words to convince Ranboo that Tubbo will find him, or that Tommy can take care of himself, the Ender-halfling sets his mug of tea on the table—untouched—and begins to pull at the heavy layers that swamp him, revealing a small child that had been hidden beneath the heavy tog; tucked against his chest, supported by a make-shift sling while he sleeps peacefully.“Who…” he begins, even though he knows who the child is, having heard enough from Phil when he met his grandson for the first time.
Michael.
Or: Michael helps remind Technoblade the meaning of family.
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- Part 5 of Love
- Part 6 of All My MCYT/RPF Works
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Spit Your Blood And Bear Your Teeth (Pragma) by Dragonire
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
14 Dec 2021
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“Quackity, Sapnap,” Karl whispers—fear-panic-warning seeping into their bonds—that they lift their heads; Sapnap’s wings already shifting to shelter Karl further; grabbing a hold of Quackity entirely, tugging him closer as his other wings comes round to shadow him; all three heads staring up look through the canopy; twin hisses rising with sails and the clicking of Quackity’s spines.
“Sssh, we haven’t been seen,” Karl hushes, squirming against the hand that snags around his waist; Sapnap trying to pull him into his embrace; “don’t move, it’s just a scout, we haven’t been seen,” repeating the words over and over.We haven’t been seen, we haven’t been seen, we haven’t been seen.
It’s a prayer as much as it is the truth.
But for how much longer….The dragon is high up, twisting in and out of the clouds; a dark silhouette against the open sky, so small that Karl can’t make it’s colourings or features that would determine what branch of species it is. He can’t even see if it’s saddled or being ridden, if it’s a wild dragon from the few clans that have resented human companionship or if it’s one of hers...
Or: Dragons and Soul Bonds and Rebirths.
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- Part 6 of Love
- Part 7 of All My MCYT/RPF Works
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The Humans call it Polus.
They— well, they don’t call it anything.
It has no name to either of them, it simply is: beneath their feet, beneath their bodies, around them when they slip into the shadows of the underground, away from the ice-white-cold of the frozen atmosphere and down to where the lava lakes warm and light the caverns.
It is where they sleep between feeding; protecting their nest while the egg lies dormant, collecting and hoarding food for the day of its hatching. They spend most of the daylight hours together, down here in the dimly lit caverns; warming their red-scaled bodies by the magma pools, weak from having sacrificed half of their feed to help bulk the supplies for the hatchling.
But they know that they won’t have to wait for long.Or: The stars aligned for a discord challenge and this is what you get :)
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- Part 7 of Love
- Part 8 of All My MCYT/RPF Works
- Part 3 of Fic Tac Toe: Dragon Vs. Intro