#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.”

[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."

[hollybrooke]

hey everyone!!!

i’m writing a dark interpretation of the minecraft lore about sociopolitical tensions between the overworld, end, and nether where steve is living a double life of being the only human living in a developed underground mob city (late 19th and early 20th century technology due to redstone) and trying to hide it from the small farming village above them with 100k words posted on ao3 already

official 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 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.”

[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.

[rottedsoulx]

Thinking about a feral Herobrine making contact with players for the first time.

He watches from afar, unsure of these new beings. He watches them destroy trees and turn them into buildings. He watches them just barely escape hungry zombies, and he watches them heal from their wounds.

One day he lets one of them see him. He stands just outside the fog. He looks at the player. It looks back.

Nerves dominate his system, and the overwhelming urge to disappear wins. He walks back into the fog, and waits for another chance to approach the player.

[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.

[driftionarchive]

“ On the day the sun was reborn, Herobrine was officially introduced to the world. As he pulled a diamond blade out of his chest, his booming voice could be heard throughout the Overworld declaring that the war was over. “ - DAFUP Chapter 1

[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!

[ninjacat1515]

Young Blood

Marcus gave his friend an anxious but encouraging smile, and Matias steadied himself and smiled back as their captain led them through the brush. It was a chilly autumn evening and the Pillager patrol had become hopelessly lost.

"Keep up! I won't have you slowing me down!" Barked Lance.

The 19 year old was deeply afraid but had to hide it for the sake of the others. He must lead and guide these teenagers to the best of his abilities. Normally once a Pillager turned 18 they'd be placed at Outposts or sent out to patrol enemy territories.

But this group was comprised of a younger set, as the tribe was running out of low ranking soldiers and had to shove people in two years ahead of schedule. Everyone ceased their movements once they caught scent of something strange.

Not a Trader, a zombie, nor a Villager. But a creature none of them had ever encountered before. Sure they had heard tales and seen paintings depicting conflict with them, but seeing a real human was startling.

The Hero had decked himself out in Netherite armor with accents of dragon leather. There would be no easy piercing of such a get up, and the Pillagers made no move to attack as the young man stared at them from afar. He drew closer and closer, raising his sword and smirking. Finally the Pillagers couldn't take it anymore and began to fire, crossbow bolts bouncing off the armor.

Matias could smell something else, and before he could warn the others, Lance was slashed in the neck by an Illager's Bane taunted sword. He swiftly bled out as the poison acted as an anticoagulant and encouraged any wound to gush, as well as shut down major organs with the toxins.

Two more of his Pillager brethren fell to the human, and Matias sprinted off with Marcus; unable to handle the loss and fear. The Hero gave chase, shouting insults and laughing. Matias tripped and Marcus raced back to help him.

The sword swung and caught Matias across the tendon on his heel just as Marcus grabbed him. He hauled him up and began to carry him, forcing himself to run as swiftly as he could. The human snickered and slowed down, letting the teens escape. He'd either get them later or nature would claim them.

Once far enough away, Marcus gingerly set Matias down and began crushing herbs on a rock, grinding them into a paste with canteen water. He applied it to the wound and it staved off the bleeding. Matias looked ghostly and had to lay down, sending Marcus into a total panic.

"I'm not dead yet." Matias managed a weak chuckle. "Just dizzy..."

"I'll find a witch! Don't you dare die on me or I'll kill you all over again!!" He placed a blanket from his pack over Matias and started a campfire.

It took him almost an hour but he located a hut by an ancient oak. The witch inside was elderly but willing to trade some Emeralds for a potent bottle of healing potion.

"You can borrow my horse. Illager's Bane is a swift enemy, so be prepared for the worst, child."

Marcus thanked her and galloped off, tears streaming. Once back by his friend's side, he found Matias still responsive, and had him drink the potion directly. Within a minute, skin was no longer tinted with blue and white, and Matias's eyes got back their blood rich color.

With a cry of joy, Marcus flung himself at him and Matias winced before regaining his usual composure.

"Told ya I'm tough! You're not getting rid of me that easily!"

After some roasted rabbit they put out the fire and traveled to the Witch's hut for more supplies and a proper map of the area. They'd be returning to their clan to face angry Evokers and would probably be ordered to clean outhouses for a year, but they were alive and would face the consequences together.

[hollybrookee]

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

[gef-the-mongoose]

i am currently doing a kinda. roleplay/fic thing?? in minecraft??? i dont know how to explain. the main character is loosely based off me except if i was a dick and also like. its about twilight forest and herobrine mods. its not done yet, i wanna finish it but that involves being good at minecraft, something i am NOT XD

[hollybrooke]

cringe culture is dead i’m wearing a pretty little outfit and writing dark minecraft fanfiction xoxo

[thatsstringcheese]

Spread My Wings

theseus_crowned on AO3

tw// death, accidental suicide

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tommy looked at the ground beneath him. his wings twitched on his back as he anticipated flying. surely if he were to fall he wouldn't survive. would that even matter at this point? taking in a deep breath, he stepped forward and off the edge, his eyes closed as to fight off any fear. the wind rushed around him as he fell and...

"tommy?"

he opened his eyes. bright lights yet darkness everywhere surrounded him. it was hot and cold at the same time, like the seasons were at war in front of him. his body ached and burned yet felt light. where the hell was he?

"tommy you shouldn't be here…"

he looked around desperately for the source of that oh so familiar voice. ran through the empty land that stretched seemingly infinitely. his lungs felt heavy and his feet thudded loudly, echoing around him.

"you need to leave"

as he kept running towards the voice, a rock caught his shoe and altered his trajectory, sending him crashing into the hard ground. he groaned as his body hit the dirt, his shoulder slamming into a tree root that was peeking above the soil.

"where are you? please I need to see you"

"you cant- I can't tommy you need to go home you can't stay here you're not MEANT to be here"

"I don't even know where I am!!!"

silence.

"hello?"

silence.

"tommy…"

tommy pulled himself up from where he fell, his muscles throbbing and his shoulder stinging from making connection with the hard surface.

"what did you do before you came here, tommy?"

he thought back…what WAS he doing? last he remembers he was on top of a tower and-

"oh…oh no…"

stumbling back, his mind rushed with the overwhelming reality of the situation.

"tommy what did you do?"

his knees gave out beneath him as he sank to the ground, tears beginning to spill from his eyes and pouring down his scared face.

"tommy listen to me…I need you to tell me what happened."

a sob escaped his lips as he realised everyone he would probably never get to see again, everything he'd never get to experience. as his thoughts wandered, a soft set of footsteps slowly made their way over to where he was, a cold hand placing itself onto his shoulder and kneeling down beside him.

"wilbur…wilbur I made a horrible mistake…I did something I can't undo. something I never should have attempted."

wilbur had heard this before. from himself, about 5 years ago now, back when he first got here. he'll never forget that day. it haunted him all those years and wasn't going to stop anytime soon. he couldn't let tommy go through that as well. he wouldn't be able to look at himself the same way again if tommy had to go through what he experienced. he pulled the boy close and wrapped his arms around him, the younger sobbing harder and clinging to him like he was going to fade away if he let go. the scary thing is where they are right now that's a very real and terrifying possibility.

through sobs, tommy managed to get out a few vague words. 'up', 'wings', 'fly', 'ground'. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. it also didn't take a genius to know that when tommy was…alive…he had no wings. not that tommy knew. he always believed he had wings. noone would've dared to tell him otherwise.

"oh tommy…mate…it's okay. you're not alone here. I'm here for you, always."

wilburs heart ached. he knew that wasn't true. he was sure tommy knew as well. but for now, it was all they had to hold on to. he'd been here for too long already. noone stays here forever, it's rare. its even rarer for someone to leave this place. even their mother couldn't help them. this place was out of her reach, out of her domain. they could beg for her all they wanted, she wasn't coming.

as they sat there, the void around them seemed to whisper unheard words, life sprouting from nowhere. they were going to have to find a way out of this, lest they cease to exist altogether.

[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.