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c!beeduo fic recs!

It’s time y’all :) c!beeduo fic recs for the soul

This will consist of platonic, ambiguous, romantic, and au fic recs, so read at your own discretion. Obviously, all sfw, and NO CC’S!

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☆ Wedding Bells by Doodlebloo

“Hey, Ranboo?" Tubbo asks, breaking him from his thoughts. "Hm?" "What kind of cake do you think we'll want?" "I- Sorry, what?" "What kind of cake are you thinking? I like ice cream cake quite a lot, but I don't know if that's-" "Cake... For what?" Tubbo's expression softens, and he pulls his legs up onto the counter to sit criss cross, still not quite eye level with Ranboo. "For our wedding, big man."

Or: After several months of relative peace on the Dream SMP, Tubbo and Ranboo finally feel secure enough to plan a real, proper wedding. It turns out that wedding planning may be a bit harder than they thought.

*A cute slice of life fic where c!Beeduo plans their wedding and everyone tags along! One of my favorite c!Beeduo fics EVER, I love this story so much and re-read it constantly. Doodlebloo is a c!Beeduo writer I love so she’ll be on here a lot lol

(Incomplete, ambiguous, fanon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29919273/chapters/73639017

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☆ Ad Astra by Hellenite

Tubbo’s a smuggler who really only cares about having fuel in his tanks and making it to the next sol cycle, likes to think he’s pretty level headed, but this spoiled Ender prince is really testing his resolve not to shoot him out of the airlock.

*I love this story so much! An incredible space-alien-fighters-I-don’t-even-know AU that’s so well written. Will get you HOOKED and screaming in your pillow bc AGH, and one of my favorite Beeduo reads of all time ofc LOL. There’s a second part of the story in Ranboo’s POV linked here!

(Complete, ambiguous, AU)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34950871/chapters/87039697

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☆ Bishop’s Knife Trick by bovinedaemon

Ran is an assassin from another dimension assigned to take out the city Subbin’s new general. But once he gets tangled up in solving a kidnapping plot, misgivings towards an impossible target, a drill sergeant job, and a slowly unfolding mystery, he realizes it’s going to be a lot harder than he thought…

*The author has stated that the Ran and Jackie in this are their original characters, but that’s bc all the c!Beeduo /p truthers were harassing them. Ran and Jackie are from Tales of the SMP and are based on c!Beeduo, so I think of it as a c!Beeduo AU bc I don’t see anything wrong with the story. But I’m not gonna insist it’s c!Beeduo if the author isn’t comfortable with that! I definitely think it’s an INCREDIBLE read and can be viewed aside from this list. Anyways. SUPER INTERESTING MYSTERY AND ROMANCE STORY! I WAS LITERALLY HOOKED ON UPDATES FOR THIS ONE.

(Complete, romantic, AU)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31933171/chapters/79081960

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☆ standing at a lightswitch by DeadPatrol

“I would nuke someone for you,” Tubbo says plainly with all the confidence in the world. Because he has. He’s done it before and he would do it again in an instant — a thousand times over. It strikes him with a sudden gripping fury. He needs Ranboo to know. He needs Ranboo to know it like Tubbo knows it, deep and intrinsic. Utter truth. “That’s… nice?” Ranboo says, hesitant, cautious, nervous. “Your face is nice,” Tubbo spits, because that’s also the truth. “Thank you?” Ranboo’s voice pitches up into incredulity. Ranboo doesn’t get it. And Tubbo desperately tries to convince himself that that’s alright. He will soon. It’s a work in progress.

Modern Setting Reincarnation AU: With the server reset impending, Tubbo made a Deal With The Drista. Now, Tubbo is the only one in the new world who remembers their past life and the events of the Dream SMP, and he's on a mission to reunite with all the people who don't remember him. This time, he will protect them.

*Basically what the description says. A canon-storyline reincarnation AU that’s c!Tubbo centric and isn’t entirely based on c!Beeduo but is still an amazing read!

(Complete, platonic, canon storyline AU)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33644302/chapters/83607487

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☆ And Then You Fell in Love? by Doodlebloo

Ranboo brushes a thumb over his memory book, the knowledge of Tubbo's entry still fresh in his mind from his quick recap on the way over. Tubbo: Ex-president. Tommy's friend. Lives in Snowchester. Friend? "You don't have to, I guess," Tubbo shrugs, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "Just a suggestion." "You're sure you want me to live here?" Tubbo frowns. "Why wouldn't I?" "Well, I mean, we're... We're not exactly friends." Tubbo's hand - the bad one, the one that's mostly scar tissue - twitches, and Ranboo can sense that he's said something wrong. "Are we not?"

Ranboo and Tubbo go from barely friends to doting husbands in a matter of weeks, adopting a child and building a mansion somewhere along the way. Here are some of the moments in between.

*Another banger Doodlebloo fic! A canon based c!Beeduo fic on how they realistically went from being tentative friends to loving husbands. Down-to-Earth and really puts them as a pair into perspective

(Incomplete, ambiguous, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31729423/chapters/78533989

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like orange juice in a mug by poettree

Tubbo loved love. He did. He truly did. But love didn’t love him back. And it was so much harder this year than the last one, to act as if he was fine this week… because, unlike last year, this year he was in love. And unlike last year, this year Tubbo had to deal with the heartache that rejection left behind.

—or, when Tubbo is an oblivious fool in love, Ranboo is a cowardly fool in love, and Tommy tries to play cupid and fucks up instead. Also, add into the mix a shitty handmade mug, some orange juice, and an unethically placed love potion.

*I loved this one so much! A harry potter AU of c!Beeduo. Such a feel good and a lovely read, I smiled so much while reading this

(Oneshot, romantic, AU)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38507236

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Disney fixes everything, including memory problems by GeekyGlasses

[The arguing starts up again, this time with both Techno and Kristin joining in (although much calmer), and Phil once again sighs. The camera quickly shifts to Ranboo and Tubbo's car, the energy the complete opposite. Michael is still asleep, and it's quiet except for some soft music playing in the background. Tubbo looks over at Ranboo and smiles. Ranboo turns and returns the smile before they both turn back to look at the road. The POV switches back to the screaming van, Phil rubbing his head as his family continues to argue. He shifts in his seat again as if repreparing himself for the drive.]

"10 hours, let's hope I can make it."

*A modern AU of c!Beeduo and c!SBI (with Kristin!). I read this one A WHILE ago so I honestly don’t remember it that much, but I remember I loved it. A good luck charlie type blog for Ranboo, and it was cute seeing all of them together like a big family

(Completed, romantic, AU)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32452810/chapters/80473810

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I Love You (That’s Not Possible) by ToriBlueBird

Tubbo wasn't lovable. Tubbo was hard edges and barriers and locked away secrets. Tubbo was hands tightened around a sword and refusing to let go. Tubbo was dusty records and tall walls and joking at the wrong time. Tubbo saw the way people danced around him. How they treated him like glass or treated him like dirt. How they smiled tightly at him or balked at his apathy. Tubbo wasn't lovable.

Or, Ranboo brings up that he loves Tubbo, and Tubbo doesn't understand how anyone could possibly love him.

*ToriBlueBird, a c!Tubbo and c!Beeduo writer I ADORE! This one was so cute, I love how sweetly they were written in this. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SM!!!

(Oneshot, ambiguous?, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33154912

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Kiss, Kiss, Kiss by orphan_account

There was something quite liberating, he found, in being able to show how much he loved his husband. Some things were awkward to confess to while they were both awake. Sometimes, there weren’t the right words to admit it. But, as one hand curled itself in Ranboo’s hair and the other rested on the Enderman’s chest, Tubbo felt himself smile between the pecking. Beeduo fluff where they kiss

*THIS WAS SO CUTE! Just the guys being in love :)

(Oneshot, romantic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38022832

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i think i’m getting butterflies, (but it’s really something telling me to run away) by inkstainzed

“Before he realizes it Tubbo is reaching out, and suddenly their fingers are brushing against eachother and— oh god.

There it is. The vibrations that emit from his chest, sent through his gangly limbs like a shock through his veins. It's inevitable and annoying and Ranboo knows it's because he's so horribly comfortable around Tubbo and it's just so.. embarrassing. Weird. Strange.

He thinks maybe he would die if Tubbo found out about it.”

Or, 3 times Ranboo hides his affection for Tubbo, + the 1 time he doesn’t.

(*clears throat* Badically Ranboo purrs when he’s comfortable/calm as a way to show affection and being relaxed. Having being made fun of for it in the past, he forces himself to hide it from Tubbo in fear and utter anxiety of it happening again. Ranboo makes a mistake, and accidentally upsets Tubbo.)

*Pretty much what the description says! This one was adorable and I love the hc that c!Ranboo purrs. So cute :)

(Oneshot, platonic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34957996/chapters/87059065

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Human Resources by Doodlebloo

"Ranboo, are we getting a divorce?" Ranboo immediately stiffens, freezing in place, breathing stuttered. "...Do you want to get a divorce?" Ranboo tries to keep his tone even, and it's a valiant effort, but Tubbo can hear the tears he's barely holding back.

Ranboo and Tubbo have an argument over two burger restaurants. In a shocking turn of events, this does not lead to a divorce.

*LMAO this was from back in the day when the DSMP was still going on. I tend to wipe the divorce arc from my brain, but when I do think abt it this fic is a good consolation to me. What I think SHOULD’VE happened between c!Beeduo… but ofc 🙄. UGH don’t get me started

(Oneshot, ambiguous, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33045976

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Some Sunny Day by Anonymous

Ranboo is revived, and he and Tubbo reunite.

*A lovely story of them reuniting :) once again, something I wish had happened. I WISH C!BEEDUO HAD A HAPPY ENDING AAAUHAHHA-

(Oneshot, romantic, fanon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35586253

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i don’t wanna get over you (i wanna sit with you in bed) by 1wn8ure

"Twenty wives," Tubbo says, staring at Ranboo with something unreadable in his eyes.

"He's gonna make fun of me, y'know," Tubbo continues, leaning forward enough that Ranboo can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I don't even have one wife."

"Yeah?" they whisper back, forcing their voice to maintain its lighthearted tone. "Not sure that's much of a secret."

"Maybe not." Tubbo narrows his eyes, reaching out and placing a hand on Ranboo's chest. "Maybe I don't want a wife."

*THIS ONE WAS SO GOOD!!! I LOVE New L’Manberg c!Beeduo AND I WISH THERE MORE FICS OF THEM! (Oneshot, romantic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48941656

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All Hallow’s Eve by Doodlebloo

"What are you supposed to be?" Asks Ranboo, and Wilbur pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a chuckle.

"I thought the scariest costume of all would be to just go as myself. You know, Ranboo, often times people are the real monsters. Sometimes looking in the mirror is just as horrific as any-"

"Boo!" Michael squeals from right behind Wilbur, who must jump at least a foot into the air.

"Jesus fucking christ!" Wilbur shrieks, and the group bursts into laughter around him.

Ranboo and Tubbo take Michael to a Halloween party. Michael is surprisingly good at scaring people.

*I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH!!! The way Doodlebloo writes these characters is AMAZING I’m always laughing at what they say. Sort of takes place in the future, if peace had happened for the server. Nothing better than just seeing everyone happy together, and c!Beeduo being spooky husbands :) SUCH A GOOD READ! (Oneshot, ambiguous, fanon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34832683

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promises (warmth and light) by Anonymous

Michael stares outside with bouncing excitement, all previous remains of exhaustion wiped clean from his face. He looks back at Ranboo, tugging on his pants. Ranboo chuckles, ruffling his son's tufts of course hair. "We'll play outside when you eat breakfast, bud."

Michael hums, tilting his head and pressing his snout into Ranboo's paw. Tubbo calls out over the course of a couple minutes, "Come get food, you fucks!"

*THIS ONE’S GREAT! Cute story of the fam in their domestic life :)

(Oneshot, romantic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34448149

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It’s All Sacrifice and Violence (The History of Love) by Viola_riviniana

“Are you going to leave?” Tubbo glares, raises an expectant eyebrow. Ghostboo, still peering in through the doorway, lingers for a moment, before turning to him, “Uh, no I think I’m gonna stay.” Tubbo scowls, sighs, shoves the chest into the ghost’s lanky arms, “Well if you're staying then you can make yourself useful.” “Sure!” Ghostboo adjusts his grip on the box, “Doing what?” Tubbo heads back inside, heaves another (mercifully lighter) chest up, “We’re bringing these to the mansion,” he says, begins the familiar trek only for Ghostboo to easily outpace him, returns on second thought and locks the cabin door. Ghostboo slides his way over icy paths, spindly legs shaking on the stairs up the cliffside, “Careful,” Tubbo ascends behind him, passes the struggling ghost and is followed the rest of the way back. The mansion looms in the afternoon light, shadow stretching out long and dark as they enter, and Tubbo watches Ghostboo twirl in a wide circle, face tilted toward the ceiling. “It’s pretty in here,” he says. Tubbo sets his chest down, “Yeah,” takes in the curved staircase, chandelier, the high ceilings, and nods, “It was.”

*I just read this one and I alr forgot it 😭 but I do remember I was HOOKED. Got me wanting Ghostboo and c!Tubbo to get tg and forget abt c!Ranboo 💀 THAT’S HOW GOOD IT WAS LMAO

(Incomplete, romantic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36641647/chapters/91397785

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Kineograph by probablynotcas

There's some things no one can stand to forget, so they make the memories live on in film

*Basically c!Tubbo records moments of c!Ranboo to keep memories for him :) I think. GOOD READ THO!

(Oneshot, ambiguous, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31374740

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Please Don’t Say You Love Me by ToriBlueBird

So please hurry leave me I can't breathe Please don't say you love me

"You shouldn't care about me......" Tubbo took a deep breath. "Because if you care about me, you get closer….. and….. everything I get close to.... everything I touch either leaves me or gets destroyed..."

or, Ranboo wants to know why Tubbo wanted him to forget about the execution.

*C!TUBBO MY BELOVED! A lovely story of c!Tubbo finally opening up abt his issues and c!Ranboo being a wonderful husband

(Oneshot, ambiguous?, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32307778

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A (not so normal) Night In The _Beloved Household by compoundeyed

He walked across the hall and peeked into the living room. The lights were off and it was dark outside, but against the white snow outside the window Tubbo could make out a silhouette. Ranboo sat perched in the couch's armrest like some sort of creature, tail swishing back and forth.

"There you are! I'm done with the dishes, Boo." Tubbo walked towards them. Then they turned around and he froze in his tracks.

Their eyes were glowing purple.

Or Ranboo is enderwalking and they're very protective of their husband. Tubbo isn't complaining. It's honestly just fluff.

*Read this one A WHILE back. Pretty much just enderwalk c!Ranboo being just as loving as normal c!Ranboo :)

(Oneshot, romantic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33120544

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Return by Selena_Snow

They had never done this before — kissed, that is. But they are husbands, platonic or otherwise, and Tubbo doesn't mind the new development one bit.

*A short little story of c!Beeduo kissing for the first time :) very sweet

(Oneshot, romantic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30436905

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Again by Selena_Snow

Waking up with no memories is hard. But his guide is always there to bring him back.

A sweet (but a little angsty) fic of post-Enderwalking Ranboo and Tubbo.

*Just c!Ranboo being smitten with c!Tubbo even when he has no memories LOL

(Oneshot, romantic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31264361

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United Front by orphan_account

Phil comes looking for answers, Tubbo's the only one who can give them.

If only it didn't require talking about his feelings

*Basically c!Phil finds out c!Wilbur lied to him abt L’Manberg, hence c!Tubbo telling him (and c!Ranboo) abt his execution and Presidency. I love stories that get into c!Tubbo’s feelings, and some bonus c!Ranboo being there for him

(Oneshot, romantic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31400540

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but it’s time to rest, now by nabokov

“Please don’t leave me,” Tubbo whispered, unable to process his own words as he spoke.

“Never,” Ranboo promised, tilting Tubbo’s head up to wipe his tears with the soft sheets. “I’ll never leave.”

*c!Tubbo grieving after c!Tommy’s death, and c!Ranboo being there for him. Them developing their relationship too, and just a nice little story

(Oneshot, romantic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33706363

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prime, i’m in love by nabokov

"my beloved."

a quiet snowchester evening with ranboo and tubbo, who are quickly discovering the difference between love and in love. (hint: they're the latter.)

*c!Beeduo figuring out they’re romantic and not platonic. Very sweet :)

(Oneshot, romantic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34127989

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domestic bliss by thanotaphobia (blue000jay)

They bring Michael back to Snowchester on Valentine’s Day, a few days before they impulsively get married. It’s a joke at first-- a cute little mob that had gotten attached to Ranboo, who had toddled on baby legs, following them to the portal and clutching to a chicken’s feathery down the whole way. They’d lured him gently, promises of gold and meat, and he’d followed right into the overworld and through the snow and chill to Snowchester. By then, they’d gained his trust enough for the kid to let them pick him up, a tiny little thing that was mostly bone and leathery, half-zombified skin.

Or: Tubbo and Ranboo adopt a kid, get married, get divorced, and have a time of it. Not necessarily in that order.

*A cute story of c!Beeduo becoming dads :)

(Oneshot, platonic, canon storyline)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29788827

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That’s all folks! I hope you guys enjoy :) I’ll probably do a part 2, I just wanted to get the ones I had written down out. BYEEEE 🫶

#c!beeduo #c!ranboo #c!tubbo #c!beeduo /r #c!beeduo fic recs!#dsmp #I’m supposed to be doing my hw rn 💀

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sykokilljoyy · 1 year

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building a burning house (soulmate au) - sapnap x reader

pairings: dsmp!sapnap x reader (not cc!sapnap, this is a fictional character) words: 2866 warnings: enemies to lovers, blood, war, angst, scars, wounds, pain. this is set whilst l'manberg is still standing, some details have been changed to include y/n. enjoy!!

summary: in a world where soulmates share scars, y/n discovers that her soulmate is her sworn enemy the night before they go to war.

Fireflies hummed, hovering just feet above the surface of the water, dancing perfectly on the ripples below. Moonlight slipped through the oak leaves that towered above, a gentle white glow shining back from the reflection. Festivities burst, albeit muffled, from the humble building beyond the trees, laughter and cheers of your peers filling the air as you sat on the river’s edge. There was a war coming, when the moon settles down to rest and the sun takes her place. People were going to die, to lose another life at the hands of your enemies. A traitor had already been weeded out, and talks of another loom between the soldiers, hushed voices pointing their fingers at turned backs.

Summer’s air circled around you, embracing your weathered skin like a warm goodbye. Hopelessness filled you, even though you knew full-well you should be holding your head high and willing to lock arms with your fellow patriots. It didn’t feel like a war. It felt like walking, hand-in-hand to a certain death. Maybe that’s why you were out here, to bid a farewell to the city you called home, well tidings to the life you knew.

Glancing down to your hands, you brushed them through the bitter water, scanning the scars that covered your skin. It was an old tale, some legend of a mage who lost their soulmate in a horrid war, that you share the scars of your soulmate. Whilst you didn’t used to believe it, even when odd scars begun showing up on your body now and again, you would pin it to sleepwalking, or accidental wounds from your clumsy nature. It wasn’t until one day in your teen years, when a burning itch spread across the left of your torso. Revelling in pain and discomfort, you pulled up your shirt, revealing a large, tender scar of a fresh burn seared into your flesh.

Ever since, your body had been tainted with cuts, burns and horrible wounds you couldn’t even theorise the nature of. Not like your soulmate wouldn’t have had a fair share of your own, from sword fighting with Toby, to the various fights and battles you’d won and lost as an army. It’s what you’d expect from the life you live.

Eyes to the night sky, you watched the L’Manberg flag sway in the wind, your thoughts cast back to those you fought for. You wished desperately for something, an array of hope or a glimpse of something, anything to get the upper hand. Whilst you knew your enemy, you had someone on the inside to relay information, it didn’t feel like enough. You knew Dream, from years gone past, you knew he wouldn’t hold anything at face value. They have something prepared, something you couldn’t even imagine.

In that moment, a surge of something ran through you. Whether that was hope, determination or damn-right stupidity, you grabbed the blade that lay on the dirt beside you, picking up your quiver and set off into the darkness of the forest. Lighting a torch a few inches in front of you, you pushed yourself through the sticks and branches of the thick, untouched woods ahead. No one ever ventured between the countries, and if they did, it was through the path North of the main gate - the safest route. You’d be shot on sight if you were seen approaching the SMP in the middle of the night, so the dense trees were your only option.

Brave as it was, it was always dumb to leave the confines of light and company at night, the darkness filled with creatures and threats beyond your imagination. For that reason, you hugged your bow close to your body. Branches cracked and leaves rustled all around you, and the human part of you wanted nothing more than to give in to the fear that nudged at your chest and run back to the safety of your people, but you knew you needed the upper-hand. You pushed on.

Not even a minute further, light begun to break through the trees, the hum of life flittering through the canopies - you were close. Blowing out the lit torch, you packed it away and steadied your movements, knowing that anything too sudden would alert the guards by the walls. All you needed to get was close enough to hear a whisper of something, anything. The closer you got, the louder the guards voices became, until you heard a whisper of the war coming from above. Straining, you focused on the mans voice, just almost loud enough to hear his words. Almost, just a little closer-

“You, of all people, should know you’re not allowed here,” In a split second, a blade was pressed against your throat, strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against a warm, hard body. A gasp that left your body was quickly rectified as his hand left your waist and flew over your mouth to avoid the guards seeing you. You knew his voice immediately, Sapnap’s had always had a distinctive hoarseness to it.

“You’re either going to tell me what you’re doing here, or I kill you right now,” His breath was hot on your neck, lips close to your ear to keep his tone hushed and discreet, “Deal?”

His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, having traversed the woods for hours collecting supplies for his people, he always worked better, faster at nightfall. Scanning the body in his grasp, his eyes landed on your skin for the first time. Not once had he seen you up close, your only contact being distant whilst your leaders fought, occasionally wounding one another in a brief battle, but nothing that would require this proximity. His shoulder twitched as he stared at the almost familiar scar etched into your own, shrugging off any correlation as you nodded your head hurriedly.

Carefully, he removed his hand from your mouth, and you hurried out a half-hearted excuse, “We needed supplies, and I must’ve lost my way, my torch went out and I didn’t know I was so close I-”

“Oh come on, darlin’, we both know you’re lying,” His smirk was evident in his voice, you didn’t need to see him to know it. Dread filled your body as the knife dug deeper into your skin, close to drawing blood, “You were here to get information.”

It wasn’t a question. He read you exactly as you’d been written, to your annoyance. Head spinning, your brain ran through a million different escape plans, filtering through the abstract and landed on one slightly plausible option - you just needed to keep him talking.

“You know our plan, don’t you?” You hurried out, thinking on the spot of an excuse to keep him talking, some part of you hoping he’d spill something unknown to you, “Eret told you what we had planned, right? The tunnels we set up below your land?”

Silence fell for a moment, and your hand subtly edged towards the handle of the sword in your sheath.

“He told us you were falling apart. That Wilbur is losing his mind in there,” He uttered back, his grip on your waist tightening, to which your body pushed against him as an automatic response.

“He was a traitor. For the both of us. He planted the TNT in our walls and he fed you lies for weeks,” You spat back, your hand now successfully around the handle of your beloved sword.

“You don’t know anything about us. You know nothing of our intentions, of our plan. You hide away in your grounds and build stupid bunkers in your own city as if it’ll change anything, as if you’re ever going to win,” You froze. Dream had gloated about another traitor amongst your men, how someone you held dear was ready to rip your people down from the inside, and Sapnap had just told you exactly who it was. Only you and one other person knew of the bunker overlooking L’Manberg. Only you and Wilbur. Finally. Finally, you might have the upperhand.

In one quick motion, your hand ripped the sword from your belt, grabbing his arm and pulling it from you, flipping yourself around and holding your sword tip at the base of his neck. His reactions matched yours, his blade digging into the base of your throat.

The pair of you stood, face to face, at arms length, knives threatening each others skin, waiting for the other to make their move. Only now, for the first time, were you able to actually look at the man in front of you, the man who had killed off half your men with his pyrotechnics. Thick black hair protruding from a white cotton headband, eyes glimmering red in the dark moonlight. He was tall, taller than you had remembered him being, and his blood-stained, burnt white shirt clung to his body harshly. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by this man, especially after seeing the weathered, cold look in his eyes, wanting to know everything that got him to where he is now, and everything that is to come for him.

“It’s your move,” You muttered, keeping still to keep his blade from breaking your skin.

“You need to leave.”

His eyes hadn’t left yours, but yours wandered along the arm that held his sword, reaching the skin of his hand. Littered with scars and wounds, his hands were calloused and burnt, assumingly a product of his fascination of setting fire to your buildings. A particular scar caught your eye, however, dragging from the tip of his thumb, to the base of his wrist - an identical scar to one you had gained whilst fighting on a rivers edge one day, slicing your hand open on a rock. Curiously, your eyes scanned his hand for any others, surely enough landing on the same scar you had on the back of your hand from an accidental stab wound from Tommy.

Dread filled your stomach as you took in the similarities of your skin, only to be ripped by your thoughts as his blade slid up to your chin, leaving an open wound in its wake. You winced, the immediate sting hitting you as you feel the blood begin to weap. The wound was surface level, nothing to worry about, but enough to cause your knees to buckle slightly.

“Look at me,” Your eyes darted to his cold stare and the rest of his voice was filtered out of your mind as you stayed fixated on the red, bleeding line that peeked on his skin, surfacing above his black turtleneck.

Mind clouded, you lowered your sword, hand on his arm to move his out the way as you stepped towards him. Hesitant at first, Sapnap’s body froze up as he tried to understand your plan, run through the possibilities of what the hell you might be doing. As you raised his hand to him, almost like you would a dangerous animal, to show you were no threat, he made no attempt to stop you. You reached for his neck, pulling his shirt down slowly and eyes widening at the dark crimson, tender, fresh scar that ran up his throat, identical to the open wound on your own.

For the first time, you were close, not just in proximity. Sapnap’s hand darted to his neck, feeling the rising bump of the newly-forming scar and his eyes met yours, a realisation hitting the both of you. Neither of you had noticed how close you had gotten, and for the first time, he saw you. Not his opponent, not his enemy, just you. A person, with glimmering eyes staring back at him and soft, yet scarred skin that he felt the sudden urge to touch. Something in his mind had always blocked out the possibility of a soulmate, convincing himself he was impossible to love, undetermined to find his person.

But here you were, the only person he could never have.

“You need to leave. Go home.” He spoke quickly, pulling his eyes from yours in fear of never wanting to see anything but that colour again.

“But, Sapnap,” Your voice was hushed but desperate, “We can’t just, I mean, what do we do?”

“Go. Now.” Voice stern and meaningful, he pulled his sword back into his belt and stepped away from you, pulling a lighter from his pocket to light his way home, “And tell no one of this. You were never here, Y/N.”

Not letting you say another word, he stepped back into the darkness of the trees, and you could only watch as the gentle hum of his light faded out of view. Stunned, it felt like your feet were sinking into the dirt below you, unable to move as the overwhelming blow of meeting your soulmate for the first time flooded you, the realisation that it was your sworn enemy, the man you had fought for years alongside your family.

It wasn’t until you heard the guards above you alert each other to what they think is a person in the woods below that you picked your feet up and moved, running back towards home at a pace you didn’t even realise possible, the numbness filling you.

But it was too late to think of that now. As daylight stretched itself over the vastness above and smoke filled the air, screams and cries surrounding you as you pushed yourself to your feet, sword in hand as the ache of your body watched over the battlefield in front of you. It had all happened so quickly. At one moment, you had won. Dream was dead and others surrendered, and the next thing you know, L’Manberg, the country you owed your life to, you had grown and lived in for so long, was in flames, and Wilbur was dead. He had done it. You were right, he was the traitor. He blew up and destroyed the one thing you had dedicated your life to protecting, and now he was dead. Gone.

Hearing the screams of the Wither, the explosions destroying innocence only meters from you, you did the only thing your brain had the capacity to comprehend. You ran. You picked a direction, and you ran. Faster than your legs could carry you, much like the night before except this time, you had no idea where you were heading. In fact, you didn’t even have anywhere to head, it was all gone.

It wasn’t until you reached a river too wide to cross on your own, did you stop. Falling to your knees as they buckled beneath you. Holding yourself together, you looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and tried to make sense of it all. Your friend was dead, many other lives being stolen from either side, even Dream himself losing a life at the hands of yourself.

A twig snapped not far from you, and your body jumped, snapping to its direction, already on high alert. What stood there, feet from you, was the last thing you expected. A war-torn, blood covered Sapnap towered by the edge of the forest, open wound on his head and chest heaving as he’d been running like you.

No words were said, there was a look of understanding between you both. Without a second thought, you were in his arms, sobbing and letting your body purge itself of the grief and stress you faced just moments ago on the remains of your home. His chest stuttered as he let out a quiet sob, tears falling for his friends who has lost their lives in the same battle.

Gripping each other tightly, you felt in his arms that it was right. That he was right. That his touch was holding you together, even as you fell apart. Hand in your hair, he held you tightly into his chest, a mirrors image flipped of not even 24 hours ago, when your back was flush against where your tears stained now.

He didn’t know why he was here, he didn’t know why he followed you. He saw you flee and his heart told him before his brain did to follow you.

“What the fuck do we do, Sapnap?” You sobbed, shaking in his arms.

“I- I don’t know, Y/N,” His voice was shaky, much softer than the night before and far, far more caring.

“I want to leave, I don’t want to go back. I can’t,” You breathed, your knees growing weak as the grief hit you.

“We don’t have to stay,” He started, his hand coming up to pull your chin from his chest, meeting his gaze. The look in your eyes made his heart yearn, wanting to rip the sadness from your body bit by bit until it was absent, “We’ll go, there’s nothing for us back there anymore. We’ll find somewhere, just us two.”

It was always said, in old wives tales, that once you found your soulmate, you knew it was exactly what you needed. It felt like a warm fireplace after a long expedition in the snow, like a sip of water after years of thirst. It felt like happiness, like safety and comfort. That’s how his words felt, like picking a book up in the middle of its pages and knowing exactly where you left off.

“I’ll be here, Y/N, always,” He whispered softly, bringing your head back into the warmth of his chest, “You don’t have to fight anymore.”

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rutellingmeashrimpfriedthisrice · 6 months

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MCYT Yuri Week Day Two!

Prompt: Au/Post-Canon

Ship: Katherine(Katherine Elizabeth)/Shelby(Shubble)

Series: Empires SMP (season 2)/Witchcraft SMP

Word Count: 477

@mcyt-yuri-week

Shelby sighed in relief as her broom finally landed at the doorstep of the cottage she called home, smiling as she dusted herself off and headed for the door.

"Katherine! I'm home!" She called happily, setting her hat and robes on hooks by the door as she ran a hand through her messy hair to tame it. When she heard no response, she simply shrugged and headed further into the cottage, which was larger on the inside than it appeared outside.

Katherine still had a kingdom to run, even if Shelby had passed over ownership of the Evermoor long before she was chosen to participate in the witch games she just returned from.

"Shelby!" Katherine's voice called out, and Shelby grinned as she turned just in time to catch her lovely girlfriend in a hug. "Sorry, I was going to respond but I thought sneaking up on you like this would be fun." She giggled, planting a kiss to the witch's cheek.

Shelby chuckled and leaned into the embrace, sighing softly. "I missed you." She admitted softly.

"I missed you too." Katherine said, shifting her arms to pick Shelby up and twirl while the other girl laughed and held on tightly to her shoulders. "How was the competition?" She asked.

Shelby shrugged, trying to hide her slight disappointment for not winning. She had kept things vague with Katherine when she left, as not to let her girlfriend down if she lost like she did. "I didn't win, but that's okay. I think I made a few friends, so I'm happy about that." She said.

Katherine nodded with a smile. "Tell me about it while I make dinner?" She suggested.

Shelby grinned. "I'd love to!" She agreed, kissing the taller girl's cheek as Katherine giggled and set her down.

Shelby recounted her adventure while Katherine watched her in awe while they took turns in the kitchen to prepare their meal, with the queen making sounds of awe and delight at every turn that made the great witch blush from the direct attention as she recounted her tale.

"I'm glad you had fun." Katherine said after they'd enjoyed their meal, resting her head on Shelby's shoulder and wrapped her arms around the witch's waist while the shorter girl washed their dishes.

"I did." Shelby hummed, relaxing into her girlfriend's arms with a smile. "But I'm just so glad to be home." She admitted.

"Me too." Katherine agreed, kissing the top of Shelby's head.

Shelby smiled, grateful to be back home with the woman she loved.

#mcytyuriweek2023 #nature wives

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trash-cat-gremlin · 1 year

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Kinda glad I finished this now tbh.

Ranboos included:

Top left: cogchamp smp

Top. Middle: just c!ranboo

Top right: ran (tales from the smp, the pit)

Middle right: ghost boo

Bottom left: gen loss ranboo

Bottom middle: ranbutler (tales from the smp)

Bottom right: origins!ranboo

#ranboo fanart #ranboo #dsmp ranboo #origins ranboo #cogchamp smp #ghostboo #tales from the smp #ranbutler #genloss ranboo

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canonmisogynyvictimstournament · 8 months

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We're less than a week out from the official tournament start (hopefully, but don't quote me on that just yet), so now is the time to remind everyone that you can still submit additional propaganda for characters in the tournament here:

A list of characters who still have fewer than three pieces of propaganda, including characters still in the preliminaries (although I have to add that just because a character isn't on this list doesn't mean they aren't in need of more thorough propaganda!):

Ada Vessalius (Pandora Hearts) Alys Brangwin (Phantasy Star IV) Amy Amanda Allen (The A-Team (TV)) Asuna (Sword Art Online) Britta Perry (Community) Brunhilda aka Mym (Dragalia Lost) Carmelita Montoya Fox (Sly Cooper) Celica (Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia) Chloe von Einzbern (Fate/kaleid liner PRISMA ILLYA) Clarke Griffin (The 100) Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones) Dragona Joestar (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) Eileen Leahy (Supernatural) Elektra Natchios (Marvel Comics) Elektra Natchios (NMCU) Elya Musayeva (Топи/The Swamps (2021)) Eve (Paradise Lost) Grelle Sutcliff (Black Butler) Hinata Hyuuga (Naruto) Holy Kujo (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) Illyria (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel) Iris Sagan (AI: the Somnium Files) Is (Kamen Rider 01) Jade (Dragon Quest 11) Jennifer Lopez (John Dies At The End) Julia (Hellraiser) Julia Wicker (The Magicians) Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail) Kamala Khan (Marvel Comics) Kanon Fukami (Kamen Rider Ghost) Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries) Konan (Naruto) Kotori Mizuki (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL) Laurel Lance (Arrow (CW)) Madison Paige (Heavy Rain) Malty S Melromarc (Rising of the Shield Hero) Margaret Houlihan (MASH (Movie 1970)) Megaera (Hades) Mikaela Banes (Transformers) Mikoko Sakazaki (Kaiji) Mikuru Asahina (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya) Milla Maxwell (Tales of Xillia) Misaki Unasaka (Buddy Daddies) Nami (One Piece) Nemu Kurotsuchi (Bleach) Nemuri Kayama / Midnight (My Hero Academia) Niki Nihachu (Dream SMP) Nya Smith (Ninjago) Ochette (Octopath Traveler 2) Ophelia (Hamlet) Ophiuchus Shaina (Saint Seiya) Pantha (DC Comics) Poppy Pipopapo (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid) Pussy Galore (Goldeneye) Quiet (Metal Gear Solid: The Phantom Pain) Ran Mouri (Detective Conan) River Tam (Firefly) Saki Momose (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid) Skye (Lost in Blue) Sonia Hedgehog (Sonic Underground) South Dakota (Red vs Blue) Susan Pevensie (Chronicles of Narnia) Sweet-P (The Caligula Effect) Sylvanas Windrunner (Warcraft) Sylvia (Two Gentlemen of Verona) Teresa (Maze Runner) Tetra (The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker) Throné Anguis (Octopath Traveler 2) Toru Hagakure (My Hero Academia) Yan Hui (Back From the Brink) Zelda (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

#not polls #announcements

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generationlosers · 2 years

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Autism be damned, my boy

#bishops knife trick #bishops knifetrick #knifetrick #knifetrick spoilers #ran aetherman #tales from the smp #tales of the smp

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fluffypotatey · 10 days

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went ahead and wrote up a little thing on the c!/cc! divide since it was on my mind

on the c!/cc! divide

the c!/cc! divide was an idea that was mostly popularized during the DSMP era, to deal with the separation between the streamers and their characters. RPF was Bad, of course, but these were roleplay characters! Yes, they were fictionalized versions of the streamer personas, (which were in and of themselves fictionalized versions of the real people), but did that make them fair game? to explain, i have to go into the layers of separation between the real life person, and the characters they play.

the first layer is the real life person. they are the ones editing the videos, they are the ones going grocery shopping to buy more milk, they are the ones paying taxes. we the audience don't get to see this person, and that's good (most of the time, at least)

the second layer is their persona- who they are in front of the camera. this is the version of themselves that they show us, the audience, and is on some level a character they play. of course (as we have seen to devastating results in several cases), this persona is something of a lie, and should Not be taken as perfectly representative of the Real Guy- like our own online personas, this layer is a performance, and can only show the streamer in the way they choose to be seen.

the third layer is the Character, and is individual to each series. it is the version of the streamer persona unique to the server they are from, and this ranges a Lot due to the improvised nature of most popular SMPs. sometimes, these Characters are planned beforehand and given different personalities and priorities than the Real Guy or their Persona, but this is not a requirement (especially since, again, most popular RP servers are improvised- oftentimes the characters only truly differentiate from the streamer persona After the roleplay's already begun)

the reason for the ambiguity in the Character layer (and why the layer exists at all!) is because in the end, these streamers/youtubers are Entertainers, and they're here to tell us a Story. whether that story is planned out on purpose or unfolds through chance and luck and reaction, whether it's a fully scripted tale of heroism and tragedy or a bunch of friends dicking around with no plans, their platform (and for many, their paycheck) depends on the ability to make a compelling story out of it. this is also why no matter what, no matter how thin the separation between character or persona or even the real person, we still refer to what we see in their videos as their characters- because in the end, they're constructs in a story.

typically, the labels c! and cc! are used for the convenience of fandom, because in most cases the name of the Character and the Persona are the same. this distinction emerged and was popularized during the Dream SMP era, and has remained in popular use since. (cc! stands for Content Creator and c! stands for either character or cubito, both meaning the same thing)

to better explain how the c!/cc! labels are used, i'll use the streamer Quackity as an example.

cc!Quackity is how we refer to both the streamer persona quackity and the Real Guy Alexis (although we usually just combine the two unless the separation between them is actively relevant, since all we see of the Real Guy is the persona anyways) (also i won't be using his irl name again)

c!Quackity is the character Real Guy!quackity played in the Dream SMP, who was Vice President of L'Manberg, and ran the Las Nevadas Casino.

q!Quackity is a character that Real Guy Quackity plays/played on the QSMP, who is separate from both c!quackity and cc!quackity (idk as much abt q!quackity sorry)

and ElQuackity is a character that Real Guy Quackity plays/played on the QSMP, who is separate from c!quackity, cc!quackity, and q!quackity, and is not referred to with the c! or q! modifiers because he has a different name than his QSMP counterpart and streamer persona, so neither is necessary to tell who you're talking about.

Some Additional Notes:

this language evolved as a response to the ambiguity that comes from the characters and actors behind them having the same names, and the characters being variably fictionalized versions of the actors anyways.

it's like dnd, if everyone at your table was using their own names for their characters

these distinctions are different from the cc end of things, which is also why the characters and personas usually have the same names- to the ccs, both are just The Character I'm Playing

the c! modifiers are also used to denote which server we're talking about, even if we're talking the same characters (for instance, even though Princess Gem of Dawn from empires smp season 2 and Gem The Elf from hermitcraft season 9 are canonically the same character, they're referred to separately)

if there's any distinction we can use between cubitos that isn't c!, we tend to default to that one (i.e. i don't call fWhip from empires smp season 1 c!fWhip or e!fWhip, because i can say Count fWhip instead)

i'd be willing to bet that, although we generally use the same terms due to high levels of overlap, and although i haven't actually looked into it, that there is a significant difference between how we refer to primarily YouTube servers vs. primarily livestreamed servers.

we also have a fandom culture of not using the cc's Real Life Names unless that's what they use talking to us (i.e. we use Joe Hills' full name because that's how he introduces himself, we use Martyn InTheLittleWood's (Martyn Littlewood) first name but not his last even though we know it, and we don't use Mumbo Jumbo's or BDoubleO100's names, first or last, at all, even though we know both). this is partially out of courtesy and partially because we engage with them primarily in the context of their job and referring to the Real Life Guys feels like following your teacher to the grocery store.

this also has a Lot of significance in terms of shipping, because attitudes towards RPF (Real-Person Fiction) have historically been very negative in these spaces (ESPECIALLY in the 2019-2021 era GOOD LORD), and it's extremely useful to have a way to separate the statements "oh impulse and bdubs were such a sweet couple in double life, i love shipping impdubs!" and "I think the Real Life Guys Scott and John should leave their wives and children and get gay married to each other so they can kiss sloppy style" (bc even if you don't care about RPF at all those are Very Different Statements)

fascinating

#asks #smp 101 with gumy #long post

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ellytraoflight · 2 months

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At the center of the village, flocked by candles and candle-stumps, Pix knelt at the foot of the star-strewn obelisk in the heart of the Vigil. Saorlaith had not yet been named the first time they'd stepped onto these grounds, infant that he was, but Pix’s baby brother had nonetheless babbled happily in his mother’s arms as they laid Pix’s father to rest. When the time came for the two of them to send off their mother, Pix and Saorlaith had knelt her vigil together. Saorlaith had cried from evening to moon-high, Pix’s hand in his a shield and a lifeline in one.

Tonight, his knees aching on the sandstones before Saorlaith’s altar, Pix held his little brother’s vigil alone.

As the sun spirit laid her head down to slumber, drawing back her ribbons of crimson and amber with sleepy quietude, the spirits of the ancestors winked into brilliant brightness across the domed sky. Pix’s mother and father gazed down upon him from the cosmos, as did his aunt, step-uncle, grandparents, grand-uncles, grand-aunts, and all the other relatives he knew only from his mother’s stories. His mother used to point them out on quiet nights, filling the air with tales of long-dead warriors and scholars forever enshrined in their studies. When Saorlaith’s candle burned out at dawn, he’d join them in the heavens.

Even as chill blades of the desert wind sliced through the fabric of Pix’s robe, Saorlaith’s spirit glowed much more peacefully—almost mockingly so—on his copper candle stand than it had in life. Pix’s sickly younger brother had clung to life the same way he’d clung to Pix’s hand every time they wandered through the crowded markets: eyes darting back and forth, his sweat-slick fingers laced together his sole tether to stability. Pix had loved his too-small, too-still brother from the moment he'd held him in the crook of his elbow. He'd loved him fiercely, fearfully, when the cleric had shaken his head and declared that his brother's fate would be up to the ancestors. It wasn't until his third birthday, when the cleric returned to them a clean bill of health, that their mother gave him his name: Saorlaith. Little light, it meant. Our little miracle.

It took all of Pix’s will to pray, head bowed, eyes trained on the steady glow of his brother’s candle, rather than to cry out to the sprawling spirits of the ancestors above. First, they took his father, then his mother, then Saorlaith—his baby brother; his little light. He had been barely fourteen.

Everything happens for a reason, his mother’s voice breathed in his ear, closer than usual in this space between his mourning and the night’s respectful stillness. As the light gives way to darkness, so too does darkness yield to light. Good and bad, right and wrong, just and evil—the two forces circle in a perfect, endless balance. There can be no happiness without suffering; no life without death.

It was Saorlaith’s time, conveyed the phantom touch of his mother’s hand on his shoulder. He is safe with us. Soon, he will take his place amongst the ancestors.

What about me? The thought arose before Pix could quash it. What am I to do without him?

The spirits at his back sighed. If they answered, Pix didn’t hear it.

The cosmos revolved around the sky as the ancestors carried out their stalwart watch. The worn-out husk that was Pix’s body seemed a foreign thing to him; the pulse in his neck and the breath that his lungs drew inspired in him a mild sense of confusion. Observed by no one but the dead, Pix unwound, his armor flaking into dust, his skin nothing more than scrap metal scratched bare. He had nothing left to be strong for.

A trickle of wax ran down the side of Saorlaith's candle as he hovered in serene luminescence on his copper stand. Pix longed for the night to draw on, for the sun to stay asleep in her peaceful slumber, for Saorlaith to burn perpetually by his side. The flickering flashes in the corners of his eye could have been the edges of Soarlaith's tattered robes. It even smelled of him—all incense and mourning.

Pix knew better than to hope for miracles, so he couldn't begrudge the sun spirit as she awoke from her nightly slumber to stretch her fingers across the sky. The ancestors winked out of view as they headed off to partake in the tranquil comforts found only in death. Coaxed by the sun's rays, Saorlaith’s candle dimmed sleepily on his stand.

Don’t leave me. Pix pleaded uselessly with Saorlaith the way he had done hundreds of times before, the panic building in his throat at the thought of losing his brother in a crowd, or to a stranger, or a thousand other ways. Stick by my side always. You mustn't go where I cannot follow.

Pix found that he could move when he raised his hands to the base of the altar. A mere two sunrises ago, he’d laced the fingers of his right hand in-between Saorlaith’s left as he’d knelt at their bedside. Now, his hands found only each other as he clasped them together in prayer.

“May the ancestors accept this spirit, Saorlaith Rafiyagas, into their ranks. May Saorlaith Rafiyagas find his way to his eternal resting place. May he dwell in peace amongst the ancestors forever.”

Saorlaith’s candle flickered, once, and went out.

The spell that had fallen over the Vigil in the night dissipated with the bustle of dawn. Pix uncurled his fingers and, in one fluid motion, rose with the spirit of the sun. He’d have to check into work before long, and the roof needed to be patched.

May the stars guide your path, whispered the sand stirred up by his footsteps. Et lux in tenebris lucet. Light shines in darkness.

#fic #fanfiction #empires s1 #empires smp #empires smp season 1 #empires smp s1 #pixlriffs

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