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“Have you ever heard of the vigilante; Honeybee?”
The question made Tubbo choke lightly on his water. Tubbo swallowed it down with a raised hand, hitting his chest lightly before he could speak again, “the vigilante Honeybee?” Tubbo echoed. “Um, Sorta?” Tubbo said with a shrug.
(If only Sam knew. . .)
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In which, Tubbo’s vigilante career isn’t doing a good enough job of keeping a roof over his and his best friend Tommy’s head so Tubbo decides to be an intern for some higher up superhero’s.
And just when Tubbo thinks his luck can’t get any better - his bosses (along with Tubbo’s coworker, Ranboo) are trying to hunt down his alter ego; Honeybee.
Oh! And on top of that some hero’s - that are old friends of Dream - are trying to find Tubbo and Tommy because they’re “worried about the teens” and “they’ve been missing for four months”.
Can’t Tubbo ever get a break?
[ IF ANY CCs ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY ELEMENTS IN THE FIC, PLEASE INFORM ME I WILL CHANGE THEM !! ]
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- Part 1 of Honeybee
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Hands in Fate (Our Fates are in Our Hands) by Atherixx
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
26 Jul 2022
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Scar had given up on finding his soulmate.
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“Who are you?” Tommy whispers, fisting his hand in the Fae’s white shirt.
There is a pause, a heavy one, that Tommy struggles to read. Is the Fae savoring his voice? Or upset at the question?
“I am your brother,” the Fae says finally. “Your protector. Your eldest brother, Technoblade, Prince of the Fae and Ruler of Winter. And I am yours,” the Fae leans in, whispering in Tommy’s ear. “And you are mine.”
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Continued from Flustered's wonderful Fae AU, Prince Tommy has been returned to his Fae family...whether he likes it or not. -
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he re-reads the instructions, mouthing it silently. he doesn’t think he’s made a mistake. he’s gotten all of it right.
he takes a deep breath, then looks over the summoning circle hes made, in the depths of an abandoned house he found.
candles give off a dim light, shining on the dark red liquid that’s sloshing around in the bowl tubbo is holding.
he tosses the bowl into the circle, watching the contents spill, and starts chanting, chanting until his voice is raw and scratchy.
just when he thinks it won’t work, that he’s done something wrong, something echoes through the house. he falters in his words, seeing the circle he messily drew out of cheap chalk start to glow.
then, someone- no, something comes out of it.
I AM THE DEMON OF WAR, OF DEATHS, OF PARENTS WHO CRY FOR THEIR CHILDREN IN THE MIDST OF BATTLE, OF THE BLOOD THAT IS SHED WHEN HEROES FIGHT. SPEAK, MORTAL. WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE FRO-
“a friend.” tubbo interrupts, watching it.
it pauses.
WHAT?
Tubbo wants friends, and summons the SBI. Chaos ensues. also, schlatt is hunting him down. I wonder what that’s about.