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Tommy recounts everything he knows of the fae as he trudges through the forest, bare feet manoeuvring around every leaf and branch stuck in his path. A soft breeze blows by him, brushing his cheeks and sending a chill up his spine. He’s been walking a while, tiredness stirring inside of him, and the weight of the sack on his shoulders starts to feel heavier.
It isn’t uncommon for villages to sacrifice children to the fae in return for the promise that no harm shall come to their kind, but Tommy never expected to be one of them. Neither did he expect to be let go with so little fight.
Tommy hears something flicker behind him, much like a butterfly's wings.
He increases his pace.
“Now, now,” a voice croons from behind him. “Where are you running off to, little one?”
Tommy freezes.
Tommy as a sacrifice, and Wilbur as the fae receiving him.
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angel wings and butterfly laughs by arxnoon
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
16 Jun 2023
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Tommy's wings fluff up as Wilbur brushes his hand over, and he hisses at the ache it causes.
Wilbur's touch was like a bucket of ice to Tommy's burning skin. Each stroke is slow and gentle, erasing the knots of tension that had settled in his wings for so long. If Tommy had known Wilbur would be so gentle, he would’ve never waited so long to ask him. The pain in his wings slowly begins to ease as Wilbur's fingers dance around, smoothing out ruffled feathers.
Wilbur’s touch is so comforting, a gentle weight on his wings easing the aches and dull throbs. Tommy felt as if nothing else existed, as if it were only them in this moment. Tommy could hear Wilbur’s gentle hum as he worked the knots and tangles within his wings, a low sound that vibrated Wilbur’s chest and made his heart soar.
Wilbur runs his hand through Tommy’s flight feathers, taking extra care with the area. His fingers gently brush over each feather, swiping away bits of dirt and smoothing out broken feathers. The troubled expression on Tommy’s face settles, and his eyes flutter closed as he melts into the feeling of being taken care of and loved.
Wilbur preens Tommy's wings.
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and i don’t want your pity (i just want somebody near me) by arxnoon
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
06 Jun 2023
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Tommy doesn’t know what it’s like to be loved.
He’s seen it before: mothers kiss their kids’ foreheads, siblings hug, and friends fondly tease each other. He’s felt love for others — had the urge to wrap them up and whisper ‘I love you’s until the sun rose. He knows what it feels like to love and knows what it is.
The dictionary definition has engraved itself into his memory — inescapable and unforgettable. According to Oxford Languages, love is “an intense feeling of deep affection.”
No one has loved Tommy before, though.
No matter the sleepless nights wishing — no matter the mornings wondering — no matter how he ponders, no one loves Tommy. And why would they?
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Five times Tommy felt loved, and the one time he knew he was.
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the obligatory crimeboys cuddling fic by arxnoon
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
13 May 2023
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The rise and fall of Wilbur’s chest is a feeling Tommy cherishes. He shifts slightly, allowing his head to rest on the beat of Wilbur’s heart. An arm; slumped across his shoulder, faintly wrapping around his torso to hold him close. Tommy’s head elevates with each breath Wilbur takes and falls as he exhales. The man’s long asleep, and it’s just Tommy, basking in the comfort of the fluffy blanket that falls over them and the arm barely wrapped around his side.
Wilbur rolls over, tugging Tommy closer to his chest. Tommy freezes, his body pressing against Wilbur’s — skin pressing his. He smooshes his cheek against Wilbur’s stomach, the steady pattern of breathing — the ups and downs of his breath — securing Tommy in his warm hold.
“Wil,” Tommy says, peeking at Wilbur with wide blue eyes. He pokes Wilbur in the side to wake him up, gentle enough not to hurt him. In return, Tommy earns sleepy blinks down at him, half-lidded eyes greeting the boy. Wilbur awakens with confusion, eyebrows furrowing, until he catches sight of the weight against his chest, and his lips curl into a soft smile.
“Mornin’, Toms,” he murmurs, a sleepy smile on his lips.
Tommy and Wilbur cuddle.
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One, he can give Wilbur the drink — conform to him as he conformed to his parents — and watch the man slip away to the dark pool of dread that is alcohol. He can risk Wilbur being a shitty drunk; can risk Wilbur hitting or yelling at Tommy with his carefully crafted words. Even worse, he could be forced into taking a drink himself.
Two, he can say no. He can avoid giving Wilbur a drink and steer him to some water. Yet, he can’t help but recall his time with the Evensons; when he lived with them, they were always sweet until they were drunk. Then, they needed Tommy to obey every order or else it’d be 5 lashes. The worst part was that they didn’t even remember what they did in the morning, so his social worker couldn’t find anything in their investigation. Tommy really doesn’t want to be hit again.
Three, he can say no and call Phil. He would tell Phil about the vodka in his kitchen, and shove water down Wilbur’s throat. But — that could have the worst consequences. Consequences he shivers to even think about.
So, Tommy freezes instead.
Hurt/comfort, with Tommy as a foster kid and Wilbur as the drunk.
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His head tilts, and he lifts his foot, but before he steps in —
A faerie.
A faerie from behind the tree.
“Now, hello there, little one,” it says, eyes shimmering with entrancing brown circles and vague patterns of gold swirling. Two teal wings flutter behind their back, fluttering as light bounces off them. Its skin is closer to grey than anything human, and they wear a shimmering headband with two antlers. Its hair locks behind its head, tied in a bun. It’s as tall as Tommy’s father used to be, maybe six or seven feet. Its ears are long and sharp — like ones of human stretched. “What are you doing here?”
Tommy steps back, eyes wide and lips parting slightly.
“You’re a faerie,” he whispers, awestruck.
“How observant,” it praises, honeyed words soft and slow as his eyes fall over Tommy’s frame. “Now, I’d appreciate if you answered my question. It’s not nice to be rude, is it?”
“I– um. I’m just… picking flowers. For someone.”
“Oh!” the fae exclaims, leaning closer, “a friend, perhaps?”
“No,” Tommy shakes his head, “working. I’m working.”
Tommy meets a fae.
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Wilbur breathes in, but his toes twitch to step inside. It feels like a safe haven, a shelter from war. So far away from everything else, detached.
As he steps inside, he —
He hears a baby.
A baby is crying.
He strains his ears to find the origin of the sound, and he settles on the door on the right side. His feet clatter against the floors — a material he can’t identify — until his footsteps fade into a bedroom’s doorway.
He sees nothing, but he hears everything.
A bundle of blankets hides a bundle of joy. As he approaches, he makes out the figure of a baby. Blonde curls originate from its small scalp as it reaches its hands out and kicks its legs.
“Oh,” Wilbur breathes, voice gentle as his hands scoop under the baby and lift it. “My, aren’t you a beauty?”
The baby’s eyes open as he rocks it back and forth, and they’re so sweet. Big, baby blue eyes are wide as they look up at Wilbur, little babbles arising from his throat as his cries subside. A small, almost impossible-to-see smile stretches across its face. It giggles.
Wilbur finds a baby during World War 2.
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The Difference Between Belief and Worship by arxnoon
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
05 Mar 2023
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“Wil,” he hums, “do you believe in God?”
“Yes,” Wilbur says, but the words have something bitter in them. “I do.”
“Mm,” he nods, “do you pray?”
Wilbur scrunches his nose up, “no.”
“But you believe?” Tommy clarifies, tilting his head. Then, slower, he repeats, “you believe in God but you don’t pray.”
“I don’t worship gods, Tommy,” Wilbur says, tilting his head back, “I think there is one — or maybe more — but I don’t worship them. I don’t think god is good.”
“I get that,” he mumbles, “I like to think there are a shitload of Gods who are all just as flawed as us. Struggling to maintain a good God society. It’s — well, it’s nice. To think even all powerful beings kinda suck at their jobs sometimes and fuck up. Makes me feel better about my fuck-ups, you know.”
During sunset at the Brighton sea, crimeboys discuss God.
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He grabs wrappers from his nightstand and disposes of them in the trashcan.
He won’t be here to take out the trash tomorrow.
He won’t be here at all.
With a sharp breath, Tommy shakes his head.
There’s a knock on his door — clean knuckles thumping against the wood.
“Tommy!” His brother’s voice greets him. “Dinner time!”
doomsday: the last day of the world's existence.
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"Join the heroes, Theseus," Apollo says—and he’s already grabbing his shit, holding a hand out for Tommy to take as if they were in some shitty hallmark movie. Wilbur's so sure that it makes Tommy want to laugh so hard that he'll double over and sob.
He already knows, of course, he always knows everything about the damn heroes due to his day job—but that doesn’t mean the eventual fight will be any easier. He doesn’t want to fight Wilbur, not today. He would never, never within his lifetime, join some pathetic group of people with saviour complexes because they have high egos and can’t bring themselves to fucking help people; he would rather fucking die.
He voices as much.
“No,” Theseus replies coolly, not missing a beat despite his internal monologue.
tommy is a hero in disguise, and apollo is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
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mraw! feral kitten! by arxnoon for joelle2038
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
21 Jan 2023
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Wilbur mreows in displeasure, hissing at the tiny ginger kitten as he thrashes his paw against Tommy’s ear. Tommy only whines, snarling as he ducks and slaps his tail against Wilbur’s stomach. Wilbur trills, trying to subdue Tommy’s playful attitude, but the kitten only growls and mews.
Eventually, the older cat caves—Tommy’s ears perk up as Wilbur begins to stalk his paw. Wilbur grabs Tommy’s paw and begins to bite on it softly — Tommy yowls, batting Wilbur’s sheathed claws away.
Teeth sink into Tommy’s fur, and Tommy whines as he hits back with his claws. He rolls onto his back, tumbling as he pulls Wilbur with him.
Wilbur mreows in displeasure, lifting himself elegantly. Tommy mews, backing away as he ducks himself to the ground.
He mraws as he pounces on Wilbur, but before he can land, the bigger cat promptly shifts into a human. Tommy mews as his claws dig into the human’s shirt, and his ears droop to his skull as he mrews.
Crimeboys being cats and humans.
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Scarlet only lasts thirteen minutes.
It’s an embarrassing defeat; he puts too much into one the movements of one of his kicks and flails and gravity tries to pull him to the floor. He stumbles forward like an idiot, still able to catch himself, but he’s dizzy from the motion and pauses to collect his breath for a moment.
Muse jumps at the opportunity.
He rushes forward, catching Scarlet’s arms and yanking him backwards. Scarlet lets out a sharp cry as he moves, his other arm immediately held in Muse’s callous grip. In one steady sweep, he pins Scarlet’s legs with his own and forces the vigilante against a stray tree. He presses one of his own knees against the other's back.
“Now then,” Muse huffs. “I have something to discuss with you, little hero. There’s a lot you’ve done to disgrace our organisation, and you’re aware of our strict compensation rates.”
Vigilante Tommy encounters Top Villain, Muse, on his patrol.
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But— large gatherings have never been his cup of tea.
He hates how people brush past his shoulders. He hates how they poke and prod at his skin and hair or comment upon his appearance. He despises the way they speak for him as if they know what he wants—
“oh, sorry, he’s just socially awkward.”
“Tommy, smile more!”
“Why can’t you just ask him for another glass of punch? It’s not that hard!”
“He wants mango juice,” no, Sharon. He wants apple juice; stop ordering for him! He hates talking to people but he wants his proper juice, goddammit!
The way they talk to poor minimum wage workers makes him want to cry— especially when it’s because of him. “You’re allergic! How could she give this to you? Manager! Your employee is trying to kill my friend!”
Tommy hates everything, oh so much.
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TommyInnit is traumatised because his father is shit and he is just craving attention constantly. So, of course, the first time Phil talks to him is to completely ruin his life with the news that his brothers (who he hasn't seen in years) are coming home. That is not a 'yay' moment.
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du hast ein heroe komplex; i am a villain. by arxnoon
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
25 Dec 2022
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“I’m sorry– fucking pardon me and my language, but I killed 23 people, Os–”
“Shut the fuck up; you are currently under the effects of a potion known as ‘weakness’,” Oscen says simply.
Tommy shuts up.
“Good, Jesus Christ,” Oscen tilts Tommy’s head until he stares at him, even though Tommy’s mask covers his whole face. “Crimson, you’re a fucking vigilante. You didn’t kill anyone, do you understand? You fought to survive, you fucking idiot. I can’t believe you’re a top vigilante, Crimson; you kill people to live. That’s how that shit works, do you understand? Everyone does it. You’re not special; you’re just like all the other boys, girls, or whatever the fuck you identify as, okay? Not everyone does it directly, but you’re a vigilante. It’s a part of the gig.”
Morally Ambiguous Wilbur ends up consoling Vigilante Tommy because he's a burnt-out gifted kid.
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“You’ve been quiet, Toms,” Niki murmurs as she brushes a curl out of his face, eyes tender as her eyebrows furrow softly in concern. “Infact— you’ve been very quiet as of late. I didn’t– I didn’t want to address this with you, but– Tommy, I’m worried. We’re all worried about you. Are you– have you been struggling with eating? I’ve– fuck that, we’ve noticed some disruptive patterns, Toms; are you–”
And that— that pushes Tommy to his breaking point.
They were his friends, not his fucking parents.
“Oh my fucking hell!” Tommy screams, pushing Niki’s tender touch away. Suddenly, he feels the weight of all eyes on him—so he turns to address the eavesdropping audience. Everyone has varying degrees of concern drawn on their face, and anxiety boils into anger. “Fuck all of you, Jesus Christ! How many times do I have to say ‘no’ for you to fuck off and take the hint? I don’t have a fucking eating disorder! I don’t have a fucking eating disorder! I am fine! My eating is fine!”
5 times Tommy exhibits the dialogue patterns of someone with an eating disorder, and the one time he admits to having one.
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why do i always have to do more? by arxnoon
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
11 Dec 2022
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“When was the last time you weren’t stressed, darling?” Wilbur asks, softly pressing his lips against Tommy’s scalp.
Tommy doesn’t breathe, just curling into Wilbur’s chest as his shoulders hunch until they collide with his neck; he looks at his feet. It’s— it’s interesting to observe human behaviour, he’s not trying to avoid the topic—he’s not! It’s cool to see how his feet that wear polka-dotted, herb-green socks are pressed under Wilbur’s fuzzy, baby-blue, sheep-patterned own.
“Fuck you,” Tommy mutters. “I can’t– I don’t know. My exams are coming up, though, it’s normal for me to–”
“Exactly,” Techno interrupts calmly, their eyes wearing some indescribable expression “You don’t know. It’s never normal for you to feel so stressed that you don’t even remember the last time you were content.”
“I am– I’m content.” Tommy counters. “I am. I swear, I am.”
Techno rolls his eyes. “Mhm? If you’re so content,” They gently brush their palm under Tommy’s chin, curling their fingers around the boy’s jaw. “—why are you so stressed?”
Exams are coming soon, and Tommy has to overwork himself to pass or he won't be loved.
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“You fuck- I’m going to fucking kill you; I’ll kill you slowly, and painfully, and I’ll make sure you fucking feel it you piece of—”
The vigilante took slow, terrified steps backwards as Wilbur only increased his pace, uncaring that he had given Theseus much worse scars in comparison to a measly bruise.
Wilbur pressed his dagger to the vigilante’s mask, slashing their cheek in one flail swoop. The mask made of rotting fabric cut as well, revealing the nasty gash Wilbur had left. Blood bubbled at it’s surface, clogging there until it started flowing out as if it were a waterfall blocked by ice.
Vigilante Tommy is unmasked by Villain Wilbur, and obsessions are developed.
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Bury Me in Your Memory (I’m Not the Girl I Ought to Be) by arxnoon
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
06 Nov 2022
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Niki had heard the news mere minutes ago.
There was hot water burning at her cheeks, aching legs and breath that hitched at her movement. Empty words rang in her ears, eyes stung with tears as she brushed past people's shoulders, pushing them away.
Niki had heard the news mere moments ago. A monstrous child was to be sacrificed.
She screamed, words unheard even to her as she pushed to the front, finally. Her heart raced in her chest, adrenaline fueling her decisions. She could barely breathe, breath held by a thread as restless tears streamed down her face.
Niki had heard the news moments ago. A freak was to be sacrificed.
Her hands were held, separating her from her brother. He screamed back, he screamed for her- Niki could hear that much.
Niki had heard the news moments ago. Her brother was to be executed.
Niki loses all the people she loves and gradually loses all humanity + with a side of chaotic faes.
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little shapeshifter grows wings (NOT CLICKBAIT!!) by arxnoon
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
28 Oct 2022
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Currently, he is panicking the fuck out. His back had just popped out a fresh pair of wings (he’s not sure what type, not that he cares) that are way too similar for Wilbur to not notice.
“Tommy!” Wilbur’s voice rings from outside his door as there’s a loud knock on his door. “It’s time for breakfast!”
He panics; it wasn’t like he would cover the wings, it was the middle of spring! He wouldn’t just put them away either; his powers weren’t powerful enough for him to retract his wings into his back.
“I-I’ll be there in a second!” Tommy yells back. He doesn’t think he would hide them, but it wasn’t like Wilbur could see them either.
Shapeshifter Tommy gains wings inspired by Wilbur's phantom wings, but he's terrified of Wilbur seeing.