#minecraft fic

[hollybrookee]

Wrote a silly little story about geopolitical conflicts using minecraft mechanics <3 Can confirm it’s better than the minecraft movie xoxo.

“Being taken under a weathered skeleton’s wing and moving into one of the last mob cities free from the Brine family’s chokehold on society was supposed to be a clean slate for Steve. It was supposed to be his only chance to lead a normal life (sort of). And it was, for a while. Between the human village just above them reporting suspicious mob behavior, Enderian soldiers acting out of turn, whispers of the Nether’s involvement, and Oceanic tribes wreaking havoc on the surface, It seemed his past was starting to run faster than he was. And It certainly didn’t help that the son of the End’s most decorated general got framed in an espionage scheme to undermine Overworld political barriers. Now the guy was digging into Steve’s past to open up old wounds and Steve had no choice but to help him do just that.”

[hollybrooke]

Writing a dark sociopolitical interpretation of the minecraft lore where the three dimensions are at war & steve is a fun little gay cryptid guy to a small farming village because he lives in a developed city of mobs just below them with the brine family as the main antagonists on ao3

Synopsis:

“Being taken under a weathered skeleton’s wing and moving into one of the last mob cities free from the Brine family’s chokehold on society was supposed to be a clean slate for Steve. It was supposed to be his only chance to lead a normal life (sort of). And it was, for a while. Between the human village just above them reporting suspicious mob behavior, Enderian soldiers acting out of turn, whispers of the Nether’s involvement, and Oceanic civilizations wreaking havoc on the surface, It seemed his past was starting to run faster than he was. And It certainly didn’t help that the son of the End’s most decorated general got framed in an espionage scheme to undermine Overworld political barriers. Now the guy was digging into Steve’s past to open up old wounds and Steve had no choice but to help him do just that.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58970947/chapters/150328720

[plutoispurplw]

୨୧Playing minecraft with Spencer୨୧

Summary: playing minecraft with your boyfriend.

Words: one hundred

Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

A/N: I just write this because why not?

You were sitting on the couch of your apartment with your feet on your boyfriend's lap. That both of you were playing Minecraft on your Xbox.

Spencer had been watching you play Minecraft for the past few months while living together. After a tough case he was stressed out, and he asked you if you could teach him how to play with you.

Now he was building an iron farm that he saw, you were building a big cozy house that you had been working on in your free time that wasn't very often.

While you were building it, a creeper got closer to you without you noticing, and then it exploded causing you to die and destroy part of your house.

Spencer saw this and he paused the game. He pulls you to his lap and he give you a quick kiss on your lips.

"Don't be mad Y/N, I help you rebuild it again or we can watch a movie.

"You're really the best boyfriend."

[simon-cctv]

The human's been wading through the swamp for hours now in search of his new cat. The thing ran off after Simon was surrounded by zombies. Herobrine leans against the same tree he did three hours ago, watching in cold amusement as the human continues to frantically search.

Herobrine glances over to the black kitten sleeping peacefully on the ground beside him, then back to the human. How many hours until Simon notices the cat's been on this hill the whole time?

He's waiting for the man to abandon his lost pet like he's seen all the others do. The travelers. He'll go and tame another, forgetting he ever had this cat. She doesn't even have a nametag yet, that alone is a promise of abandonment.

"I'll take you in." He mumbles to the poor thing. "You can join the others."

Simon's leg snags on something, and he falls face first into the water.

Even if he believes this one won't last, at least this human's entertaining to watch. This is where he gives up, he thinks. It's pitch black out, the man's stomach can be heard from a mile away, and he's now freezing cold and drenched.

And yet...

He continues searching for hours more. He searches until he collapses of exhaustion in the water.

The entity laughs out loud, the plants around him roaring to life along with him. He's never seen someone be so stubborn while being so pathetic going about it. If it were possible for his kind, Herobrine would have thought Simon were harmless. After all, he's yet to see him kill anything at all yet. It's only been 14 days. It may be longer than the other human's lasted before proving their cruelness but it doesn't mean it's not coming. He's like all the others, and he'll show it one of these days.

For now, though.

Bubbles dance across the surface of the water. The air is escaping Simon, he'll probably drown at this rate.

Herobrine glances at the young cat again. The splash must've awoken her. It watches the body of her owner being tugged by the current. She meows, distraught.

For the cat. He thinks, frowning as his hands finally find Simon in the muddy water.

A long lost emotion jabs at Herobrine when he pulls the man out of the water easier than a weed from the ground. It's natural to be concerned. Normal to be.

Simon hasn't taken from the village he lives beside. He doesn't kill the animals. His crops are too small to sustain himself. He knows nothing of farming. It's an insult to Herobrine's profession, honestly. This man is going to starve before his crops even grow.

Simon's chest feels like it's caving in when he snaps back to consciousness, lungs heaving to take in air.

He doesn't remember how he got home. Oh my god, I left without Pluto. What a monster he is.

A meow echos in the cave he's attempting to make a home and relief washes over him. Relief, then chills.

She has a nametag with her name on it and a blanket to lay on that Simon's never seen in his life.

Beside Pluto sits a small box.

Someone brought us home. Somebody... helped me? Simon's confused. He was near no village. Why would somebody help an outsider like him? A part of him hopes it means they're recognizing his efforts. He'd like to think the village helped him.

The box contains a hearty serving of potato stew over rice. Simon looks over it carefully.

Whoever did it knows he doesn't eat meat.

The gesture should make his blood run cold more than it warms his heart.

[lily-alphonse]

An Enderman fic? In 2024?

It could be more likely than you think.

[inknanda67]

More fanfics from the neighboring platform that I'm translating and bringing for Ao3.

Now the second:

COLD DECEMBER NIGHTS :

This is already a Minecraft fanfic of mine, a Christmas spin-off that I made from a 2023 Spiritfanfics challenge:

Synopsis:

"The laughter echoed from the old dark wooden cabin, flooding that silent forest with joy, it was a storm so cold and cold that there was not even a monster that dared to venture out to disturb that happy family gathered for the end of the year celebration, however, unlike what one would expect, there was indeed a creature in the middle of that blizzard, the white-eyed monster stared from afar at the window that looked out at the warm and cozy room of the adventurous couple who were pestering their children, well... already so grown up..."

It's an emotional one-shot, I must say, Herobrine loves his family, but he knows he can't be with them.

[the-demons-writings]

A Dragons requiem

Just a little self indulgent writing with lore.

A new gif for a new srory

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Time was nice dragons roamed the land and were treated with respect. There was no war, and things were prosperous. Though for now our story takes place in a small town, some secluded place off in the forest. The town was filled with hybrids of all sorts, humans, and even elves roamed the place. Though the best part about the village if you had to ask the townsfolk would be the dragon that lived here. Now the dragon belonged to no particular person and they were just as free as any other dragon or person, though this dragon had chosen to stay here and help out the town.

The oldest member in the town could tell you tales about how the dragon had been here all throughout her youngest years.though the dragon currently only be about a teenager for their species.

So here sits the dragon at the moment laying with several children laying with it, the sun's down and many of the townsfolk are celebrating a successful day with no worries , most of the children and elderly are asleep somewhere near the dragon. The dragon rests lazily. Glancing around as people stop by and hug their snout or give them a rather comforting scratch behind the ears. Some offer thank you's to the dragon for things the large creature has helped with.

Though soon as the nights began to fall later and later people disappeared all to sleep in their houses. As the night continued on, the dragon stood and began slowly slinking their way out of the town, scales falling off in the wake of it's movement. The scales themselves were a darker black color compared to the forest green the rest had.

The dragon continued on, it had someone to meet. Eventually it made it too a small clearing in the forest, there sat on a rock was an enderman holding a block of snow. The enderman seemed focused on the slowly melting block causing a sizzling sound to emanate from their hands.

The dragon seemed to grin as they called out to their friend "E'dvyrt!" They called quietly as the skid to and moved to curl around the rock their dearest friend sat on.

E'dvyrt glanced up at them with a small head tilt as they smiled, though the smile itself dropped rather quickly "You need to go into hiding Wisteria,," the muttered as light staticy fuzz covering their words.

Wisteria tilted their head as they gently pulled the block away from their friends burning hands and replaced it with their snout. "Explain there's no need for me to hide".

"The humans, or more humanoid beings, they no longer appreciate you, the dragon of the Nether, he was slain,,," E'dvyrt mutters daring not to look the dragon in the eyes.

"E'dvyrt, no one has beat him it must be a rumor, an untruth, besides why would they hate us , we help them, and in then they help us as well".

The enderman looked to their friend briefly with blueish violet tears in their eyes "Westiria, they respected you but now their more advanced larger cities are putting out bounties, they're realizing how dangerous you could be how dangerous *we* mobs can be-" they choked attempting to hold back a sob as they took a breath "- Wes, They tried to take my pearl, My life force, my breath, by force,, ".

" You all usually trade them for blocks do you not ? " They tilt their head into seeming to grasp the brevity of the situation.

"Wisteria! " E'dvyrt shouts " Are you simply not listening to me! They do not care anymore! The have no need for peace or formalities with you and I. Your village is small but people know of it and they know of you! Soon very soon people looking for riches will be here looking to kill you Wes, they sent me as a warning! They kept me alive to warn, I've been marked and i'm telling you to leave! " By now the tears were starting to flow as the enderman gently cupped the dragon's snout.

" Then if I must leave you'll come with me, you will, won't you? " Wisteria pleads now understand the situation due to their friend's panic.

" Wes I can't, now leave, and don't-" the enderman's breathe was cut short as a sword broke through their torso and followed through breaking the flesh with a tear as their body began to fall limp before it simply disappeared into a small pile of ash on the ground with an ender pearl nestled neatly on top surrounded by a bioluminescent purple colored blood.

"Well, it's seems about time I shut them up,, I gave them their time" A voice spoke, a voice that belonged to a man holding a sword decorating in the same bioluminescent blood that also covered his face. Gingerly he leaned down picking up the Pearl with a grin.

It made the dragon sick, that was their friends life he now cradled in his hands, ever so carelessly. " Put them down and leave this place, you aren't welcome here ! " She shouts a harsh glare directed at the man as she bares fangs.

"how about you take your friends advice personally I have no need for the pearl, I wanted to send a dragon a little message though " he states holding the pearl as if he might crush it.

" I'll disappear you'll have no reason to see me, just give me the pearl set it back down " They tried to reason.

The mans grip on the pearl grew tighter cracking it some "And if I fail to give you the pearl you'll simply sacrifice yourself , won't you *Westiria* ." The man states a sick grin forming on his face.

"You have no right to call me by that name! Drop the pearl *now*!" They shout a growl building behind their throat.

"Fine I will" as he finishes the sentence he crushes the pearl in his hands turning to blow what's turned into small dust like shards to the wind. The rest of the shards he throws, pocketing one. "Now shoo" he states a smug yet sick grin on his face.

Wisteria slowly begins backing before turning and running , when they pick up enough speed and gain the space they take to the skies, opting to stay in the clouds as tears build up, they musnt cry, they must find their sister. It dawns on her now that E'dvyrt was telling the truth, their brother is now dead.

They fly wearily for hours, the sun rises and they've yet to land, worriedly they hope nothing happens to their sister. As they finally land they pace anxiously until they find their sisters Den. Hurriedly they run in , and they're immediately greeted by their sister restraints.

"Sister!" They call moving to bite and tear away at the restraints along with a few enderman and other dragons. They are one of the biggest among the others. Slowly the work is completed and they free their sister.

Tearfully the move and curl up beneath their sisters wing. Their sister offers them a moment of comfort before she stands "we need to leave, most of us have been touched by the void, many of the humanoids have done very *stupid* things, they've killed our brother , started *experiments* on the things our breath creates, they've created their own plague underground,nothing louder than a whisper can happen underground now, so we go to the void".

"The void will kill us!" Wisteria shouts worry flooding their voice .

"Then stay!I'd rather be killed by the void and take my days in the end opposed to being Where I'm unwanted and to be hunted!"She shouts in response growling at her younger siblings

"Sister,," they mutter, taking a breath as they flare their wings and turn away "Fine then, I shall, I'll make my own den and I'll stay safe!" They shout back beginning to make their way off.

Though our the surrounding months they proceed to make their own den, they fall in love, they lose their love to hunters, and the den is made deeper, many mobs moving it to help them turn a harty cave system into a home, eventually their sister sends them an enderman companion after he escaped with his life from the nether. Their breath produced forests, and creates a hide away for their den, though thankfully it was kept safe, and gown how the many nods that lingered made the area seem dangerous.

They can only hope it stays that way that them and their new found family stay safe. If they were to lose their family they'd be learning how to cope again.

[fantasiasodapop]

"But it's okay, Mama. Monsters aren't real," said the little girl, holding her mother's hand as she looked up with golden eyes.

Her mother's eyes shone with tears, knowing what the colour meant. "Oh, but sweetie... monsters are very, very real, and they look like people."

Outside, a man with stars for eyes looked away from the door to his lover, knowing exactly what she meant as the leather bound around his neck brought too many memories to escape.

Everyone knows of the Aetherian Circus, an attraction based on the old myths that sometimes rolls into town. They had hostile mobs from the Nether and End captive and controlled, and the human performers were named after the old gods. This incredible troupe travelled the Overworld putting on a show every week, and yet to see them even twice in your lifetime was incredibly lucky. Not only did they only come into a town once every decade or so, but the entry fee was high for good reason. Those who saw the spectacles claimed they seemed almost like real magic, and were always fascinated by the performances. Some even wished they could see the process behind the enchanting experience.

Oh, if only they could see behind the curtain…

We're rebooting the Aetherian Circus. Come on down, and we hope you enjoy!

[tossawary]

I just know in my heart of hearts that in "Star Trek" at one point, there was some moral panic somewhere on Vulcan (among the uppity sorts) because Human culture was "infecting" the local youth with their overly emotional, destructive, unproductive, frivolous, and uneducational ways.

And what was actually happening was that a bunch of Vulcan kids got really into 23rd-century "Minecraft" or something.

Small Vulcan child @ another Vulcan child: (in a tone that sounds flat to Humans but angry as hell to Vulcans) "You have compromised the optimization of my fortress. I am having an emotional urge to blow up your house... in Minecraft."

[hollybrooke]

there’s a severe drought of cool minecraft fantasy lore stories so i started writing one myself 😔👊

HEY CAN WE NORMALIZE WRITING ORIGINAL MINECRAFT FANTASY SHIT????/ NOT MCYT FANFIC LIKE. JUST MINECRAFT FANTASY. LIKE MINECRAFT BUT FAE ARE A THING????

[rottedsoulx]

My notes.

[hollybrookee]

i’m like alexander hamilton but instead of the federalist papers i’m writing minecraft fan fiction

[hollybrooke]

First chapter of the sociopolitical interpretation of the minecraft lore i’m writing, rest of the story will be on ao3! :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58970947/chapters/150328720

Steve goes up to the village and he’s totally a normal guy there is nothing odd about him anyways he needs to buy a bunch of illegal things.

The bell above the shop’s door chimed as he stepped, tiptoed, through the threshold of the entryway. He was assaulted by the smell of mint, lavender, and fresh air whisking its way into the store from the open window by the front counter. The interior always had a homey feel to it. Soft lights, floor rugs, burning candles, and hanging vines adorned the interior of the retailer.

Glancing around, he took in the sight of an underwhelming selection of goods. Hmm, that’s strange. It was a smaller shop, but the shelves were stocked full of books, herbs, and miscellaneous trinkets. Well…usually. Seems like they’re running out of stuff. Looks like there’s still plenty left in stock, but he’s never seen so much vacant space on the shelves before.

Alright, get the brewing ingredients to make the potiony stuff for Willamine and get out before having to talk一

“Steve!”

Oh god dammit.

Steve quickened his pace to duck in between shelves. “Oh, hey…hi, Makena, didn’t know you’d be working today,” he dismissed as he perused through the aisles. Specifically the ones out of her line of sight. No ulterior motive there. His gaze trailed along jars of herbs and bottles full of vibrant dyes that glittered from the golden rays of sunshine peeking in through the shop’s windows. Please leave me alone please leave me alone plea一

“This is my shop. I'm like the only one who works here,” Makena countered. She twisted her way through the aisles to meet the disheveled traveler halfway through her store.

The store seemed much brighter with her now in view. Her sunny yellow sweater livened up the space. A sunbeam glittered against the woven pile yarns. Interesting choice, pairing them with mauve dress pants but hey, Steve is no one to tell anyone about fashion. He got scolded regularly for his wardrobe choices.

The place was a small hole in the wall, sort of mom-and-pop joint, that carried your usual essentials like herbs, tools, textiles, nothing special really. But they also carried just enough of the other kinds of goods that the bigger more monitored retailers wouldn’t dare carry. Another reason to like this little middle-of-nowhere village. No one paid attention to the rural poor folk growing wheat and smithing a few swords maybe. Made it much easier to believe a few of them wouldn’t be smuggling treasonous ingredients.

Tariffs, embargoes, and a full-on ban on potion brewing, magic, fun, etc. made certain products harder to find than others, let alone buy. The Overworld was in a political, control-hungry chokehold hellbent on squeezing the life, power, and resources out of anything still left to their own devices. But what is Steve gonna do about that? Actually go to hell? The Nether isn’t great this time of year…or any time of year. And the End isn’t much better.

And today is not the day Steve wrestles a creeper for gunpowder. He'll buy it from the smuggling rubbernecker whose eyes follow him on his way back home a little closely. Thank you very much.

Steve continued to weave through the aisles, browsing at the items on the shelves. Gunpowder, gunpowder, gunpowder…

“Where've you been?” The girl peeked her head into view of the aisle Steve was browsing.

Steve sighed. “Oh, yanno, just around.” He picked items off the shelves and investigated them at random to make himself appear busy. He wasn't in the mood for conversation.

“Around?” she pressed with a curious smile on her face.

“Yeah, well, yanno from place to place, always places to be��hah anyways一“

“What kinds of places?” Makena interjected.

Steve deflected her question. “I’m looking for gunpowder, the uh一fine stuff for brewing yeah? Have any in stock?” Finding where she rearranged the goods for the millionth time was always pulling teeth with her.

“Always business with you.”

“I’m a busy guy.” Steve swished a glass bottle of herbs in his hand, studying the ground leaves swirling inside the container. The crushed plants became more vibrant when a brilliant ray of sunshine reached toward the bottle from the window.

“Surprising. You being familiar with brewing that is,” she elaborated. Makena placed her fingers around the neck of the bottle and plucked it from his grasp. Steve flinched when their fingers brushed each other. The bottle was placed back on the shelf with utmost care.

“It's not your business.” Steve shuffled his way down the aisle to find something else to aimlessly pretend to care about.

“Humans and witches don't necessarily get along. Makes those sorts of things very hard to come by.”

What was she getting at?

“It`d be a shame if you knew one who could actually brew potions. Even worse if they say, I don't know, shared some potions for a discount? Free stuff from here? It'd be terrible really,” Makena rambled to the other.

That wasn't happening. Willamine would totally do it if Steve wasn't there to intervene. She had no impulse control and saw strangers as an opportunity to make friends. Strangers were an opportunity to get shot. Especially if they were a naive witch with an optimism problem stuck in a cave city for their entire lives. Steve didn't entertain Makena`s proposal on account of how stupid it was.

He was the only other one in the shop with her so he had the pleasure of getting all of her undivided attention. He detested attention.

Makena twisted the knitted fabric of her yellow sweater in her hands. “We’ve been hoping you would stop by, actually.”

“Oh, is that so?” Steve replied. Whatever she was playing at, he wasn't interested.

“Yeah, you see, we need a bit of help with a bit of a situation.” She continued to fiddle with the yellow yarns at her midsection.

“Hm...shame I can’t stick around,” Steve dismissed.

“A job. A, uh...quest if you will,” she pressed further.

“No.” Steve attempted to shut down Makena’s efforts for his coerced participation in events that would cause destruction and conflict under his name. He’s had enough of that for one lifetime. And Serephine still had him ‘running errands’ for her. If they could even be called that. He had enough on his plate.

“Steve一” the village girl pleaded. Her desperate deep brown eyes bore into him. Do not let her guilt trip you.

“Absolutely,” Steve started.

“If you would just hear一“ She tried again.

“Not.” He finished. No way was he being peer pressured into something stupid again like a creeper wandering too close to their blacksmith. Or like that time their ‘golem was acting up’ and all he had to do was clean out the redstone chamber. Or like that other time that a spider made a web inside the bell tower. This village needed to learn how to solve its own stupid problems. Steve was not their gun for hire for menial projects with simple solutions.

“一us out.” She deflated before him.

Makena set the gunpowder on the counter in front of Steve rather dejectedly. At least she got the hint. Steve opened a small, worn leather pouch and reached for his money. Her eyes downcast, she opened the drawer. “Twenty,” she said with no emotion left in her voice. Her spirit dripped out of her before Steve`s eyes. He tried his damnest to not feel bad but he just couldn't keep helping them. It drew too much attention. She placed a hand out for the silver coins. He tilted his hand to let them fall into her grasp. She looked miserable. Don't you dare feel bad he reinforced to himself.

Steve grabbed the box of gunpowder and then made a beeline for the door. “Thank you.” He flicked his hand in the air towards the shopgirl on his way out.

Makena closed the drawer. “I’ll be gone by next week. Most of the town will be too. I’ll leave some gunpowder in the back closet for the next time you stop by. On the house,” she called towards the exit.

What was that supposed to mean? Steve stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to face her. “What?”

“Things have been getting worse…we're all packing up and leaving this week, coupla’ convoys towards the big city. I know it`s already under rule there but at least it's safe there. For now,” Makena explained. She leaned forward to rest her arms on the counter. Her fingers slid back and forth to twirl a spare piece of hair resting on its surface.

“I’m not following,” Steve spoke as he cocked his head to the side.

“I mean, yeah, we kinda figured. You’re not really the ‘travel in numbers’ sorta guy一didn’t really expect you to follow us to the city.” Makena gave a dry laugh at him, a sad smile taking over her features.

Steve gave the girl a puzzled look as he readjusted the crate.

“No, I mean what’s going on?” He asked more firmly.

“You’ve been traveling一said so yourself. It’s not just our village; it's everywhere.” She was studying the lock of hair in her grasp with a bored expression. She let her body melt into the flat surface to rest her cheek on her folded arms. The rest of her hair slipped down onto the shiny counter. A light breeze rustled the stray pieces as it blew in from the window above her. She looked defeated.

Steve didn’t understand. He had to be missing something. How could one of the only truly free settlements be relocating? Certainly, they wouldn’t be safer anywhere else.

Living above one of the last remaining independent mob settlements had unknowingly given them protection from the Brine family’s conquest of the overworld. Sure, they didn’t know that, but they had to have at least figured out they had some sort of immunity given they had always been left alone despite the rest of the human population centers having been absorbed into Brine territory. And now they’re leaving one of the last regions safe from the glowy-eyed mafia? Stupid. They didn’t know it was stupid, but it was. The worst part was that Steve couldn't even explain why this was a terrible play in the tedious game of chess the Overworld civilizations were competing in.

If these people left, they would be taken care of rather quickly by authorities. And not human authorities.

“What do you mean? You’re all just…jumping ship?” Steve set the gunpowder down on the hardwood and approached the despondent shopkeeper.

“Nautical pun! Hah, that’s, uh, bad timing, man.” Makena cringed at him.

“What?” he questioned the girl.

“Why was the timing for your joke bad?” She gave him a trivial expression. It was weird that for once he was the one who lacked information. Normally it was the other way around with the villagers.

“No, why the hell are you all leaving?” He clarified.

“Strength in numbers. We’d be safer, especially since our Sheriff skipped town.” She threw her hands up. That was apparently a sore spot for her. Wait wasn't Makena seeing the sheriff? Or was it the town clerk? Steve tried to avoid any sort of involvement with the village from a social standpoint. Nonetheless, pretty low class for the Sheriff to skip town if there was some sort of threat.

He still didn't have the full story. Or any of it. “Makena what the hell are you talking about一whatever you think I’ve seen一I haven’t?”

She studied him. Her gaze pierced right through him. “You seriously don’t know?” She landed on.

Steve shook his head.

“Well…the pillagers are making more frequent stops here. Few rogue enderman are really upset with us? We’ve never had issues with them, but these ones are weird: dressed differently, acting strange, causing trouble for us, is all. And it just seems the ocean is at war with everything that’s not in the ocean, so, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would’ja?”

Oh, so this was less of a stupid problem and more of a terrorist problem. She should have started with that. He had a gut feeling the enderman and drowned were probably looking for them and not a human village.

Given the circumstances, this was likely a Steve problem because it was technically a Haggstrom problem. And any Haggstrom problem is a Serephine problem which she always handed off to him. This was a Steve problem now, wasn't it? Great. Well not the pillagers, Haggstrom had nothing to do with them. Those guys were probably just bored but it would be an easy fix. He could make quick work of idiots with bows. Historically, the pillager tribes that hung around these parts had terrible aim anyway. Maybe that one could be a Shiloh problem, Steve’s dad was great with bows.

The purple sparkly enderman, a species known for being some of the most cunning warriors who could also teleport because why not? then the warring seas taking their conflict to the surface would be a much more challenging fix. Still his responsibility though. Ugh. Dad should have kept them in the mountains. The only thing that tried to kill them there was the snow.

“The endermen and the pillagers I can fix. Probably,” Steve resolved with an apprehensive breath of slight certainty. He had no idea what he was getting into but when did he ever?

“And the ocean?” Makena sounded hopeful. Too optimistic. If she’s seen the things Steve has seen…

“Yeah, I’m not fighting the ocean.” Steve shook his head. “You guys are on your own for that one.”

One problem at a time. And the ocean was kind of more of his mom`s thing. Steve and Dad did stuff like this and Mom handled everything under the water. Steve would ask Serephine to send a wire down to his mom about her war getting a little too close to home.

“Okay, never mind. The angry water zombies then一“

“Hey, that's offensive,” Steve interjected. He liked the angry water zombies. They were on good terms.

“We are so relieved that you'll help with the endermen and the pillagers!” A sigh escaped Makena. The tension softened from her body, whisked away by the promise of salvation from a world she and her village couldn’t hope to understand in any way that meant anything in the perspective of their everyday, mundane lives.

“Look, I’ll stop home, talk to a few of my…colleagues, then I’ll be back at nightfall to see what I’m getting myself into. All I need from you is to keep everyone inside tonight.” Steve placed the box on the floor and began rifling through his bag distractedly.

“Tonight, huh?” Makena leaned in. She batted her eyelashes with interest at Steve`s plan. Oh, not her too.

“Yes, I’ll be back tonight with more supplies to get a better idea of the whole situation going on here,” Steve answered her.

She responded with a pensive look and another go at a strand of hair. “Funny. Always say you’re not from around here, always say you’re just passing through, traveling, and that home is very far for you. And yet you can stop home and come back within a few hours,” Makena stated一accused.

Shit.

Deflect, diffuse, abort, adjectives that also meant avoiding open communication, etc.

Steve sputtered to come up with some sort of explanation as a lifeline. He met her gaze with wide eyes. His hand slowly raised from his bag, “I, uh,” he cut himself off. He blinked several times and started again, “Well, you see, I一” He placed a hand on his chest to make his explanation seem more sincere.

“Lied?” Makena cut him off. She directed a devious yet curious smile in his direction. After trying to pry information out of the elusive traveler to no avail time and time again, the victory of chipping away a tiny piece of his rough exterior felt good.

He pursed his lips, fiddling with the strap of his crossbody. Steve’s gaze wandered around the store and he shifted on his feet several times.

“I don’t have any answers to the questions you have. I’m just around sometimes, and that’s all you need to know.”

“I feel like you at least owe us some answers,” Makena countered.

“You asked me for help. I’ll tell you what you need to know. I never lied about being a traveler. I’ve seen more of the world than you have, and I can tell you it’s dangerous. If I tell you any more than that you could be in danger. Trust me, it's best if you stay out of it.”

“That`s cryptic dude. Who the hell are you? No, really—” Makena stepped forward to challenge him. She allowed her arms to swing through the air in frustration at the lack of information Steve let on.

“Tell me about the enderman. That’s what I’m worried about right now and that should be our first priority. Pillagers, yeah, they’re mean, but they’re just twisted angry humans which makes them much less of a threat. Now endermen on the other hand, that’s higher on my list.”

“Well, they’re not the normal ones spotted on the miners’ trips or seen late at night lurking on the outskirts of town, these ones are different.”

“You said they were acting weird and dressed weird一how?”

“Well, they’re dressed in uniforms. All wearing the same uniform. Seems military but no military garbs I’ve ever seen. Got the hats, jackets, lapels, the whole nine yards. Normally we leave endermen alone. Sure they take our stuff, but if we turn the other cheek, they don’t take our lives. Now…they’ve started getting closer, approaching, aggression without being provoked, talking to us…that’s not normal.” Makena recounted in distress.

They weren't wearing street clothes and the only uniforms they had in the city were the police and they didn't take calls above the surface. These endermen were not Haggstrom civilians then. Another complication.

“Uniformed endermen, that’s a problem.” Steve pressed a palm into his forehead and then spoke again. “And none of you looked them in the eye?”

“No!”

Steve stopped. “Wait一you said they talked to you. What did they say?”

“Nothing we could make heads or tails of,” she dismissed.

“Maybe I could. Makena, I need to know what they said,” Steve begged of her. He hated begging people for things.

“Not like it'll mean anything to you but they kept asking for us to ‘let them in the city.’ That they ‘came for the city’, and they needed to be ‘granted safe entry.’ But Steve, we are in the middle of nowhere. If they’re looking for a city, there’s got to be some sort of mistake. They kept asking to speak with our leader, some duchess or a ‘Serephine,’ but obviously, there’s been some sort of miscommunication because the closest thing we had was our sheriff who turned tail as soon as we suggested he go make contact since our mayor is still bedridden,” Makena rambled, the cadence of her voice became ever more frantic with each syllable.

“Have they hurt any of you?” Steve asked with a serious tone.

“Not bad. Roughed a few of the tougher ones up but…I think if they really wanted to hurt us, kill us, they would. I think they’re lost?” She asked out loud as if trying the theory for herself.

“Nope, they’re definitely in the right place…They just don’t know how to get there. And if Serephine hadn’t mentioned a squad of Enderian soldiers coming to meet with us, and if they were, they certainly wouldn’t be traveling topside. We’d just open our portal for them so they’d already be in the city.” Steve paced the wooden floorboards and tapped his index finger on his chin.

Makena laughed in both fear and disbelief.

“Steve, what are you talking about? What’s going on?” Makena looked terrified. He didn't blame her. These people had nowhere to go. The safest place for them to be would have been Haggstrom but they struck out given they were human. And Steve was a…special case.

“I think it’s a trap,” he concluded.

“You think the endermen are trying to trap us? If they wanted to do that, wouldn’t they have done so already?”

“It’s not a trap for you,” Steve said with grave words and a hardened expression. He clenched his fists at his sides.

“What are you saying?” she pried.

“That you need to keep everyone inside until I give the all clear. I’m going to speak with Serephine and figure out how to handle this without anyone getting shot. I’ll be back as soon as possible. Do not make contact with the endermen. Stay inside.”

“Who’s Serephine? Ugh, never mind!” Makena let that question go in favor of sharing something else. “There’s one other thing. Our men cornered one of the endermen. It didn’t teleport away, it just…cowered. Like…like it was afraid? Then the enderman ran off into the tree line.”

“Ran. Not teleported,” Steve confirmed.

“Yup. It dropped something too,” Makena sidestepped to reach a satchel at the other end of the wooden counter to rifle inside and remove a small flat object that reflected against a ray of sunshine. “It seems like some sort of identification card? It’s written in common which surprised us all, we thought endermen spoke their own language. Maybe this will help you and Serephine, whoever she is,” Makena handed over the shiny badge to Steve.

Steve accepted the small card and studied it. He turned the card between his fingers, playing a few tricks with the tiny object before flicking it out between his pointer and middle finger to be at eye level.

“Atticus Kingsetter,” Steve read aloud. “What are you doing here? And why didn’t you teleport?” Steve murmured.

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[lily-alphonse]

I watched as He slept, peaceful with His eyes closed. I learned the constellations of scars and bumps on his face, the arcs of his eyebrows and eyelashes like distant End ships in the sky.  I thought of how our existence must cycle; how maybe He was the kind of being that had built the ruins we were trekking to, how maybe He was the kind of being I used to be a thousand lifetimes ago. Surely that was some kind of blaspheme though. He must be a descendant of Gods if He is not one. And I, well. I’d rather not think of what that makes me.

-- Excerpt from Ch 2 of Sandy: An Enderman Tale on AO3

Chapter 3 is now live! If you have ever had an Enderman buddy you refuse to kill, you might enjoy it

This fic is rated Mature for Canon-Typical Violence and Major Character Death.