Mcyt AU's
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Spirits [DSMP AU] by Kipogwritting
Kipogwritting
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MCYT AU! - TW: there are suicide mentions so read at your own discretion - - no nsfw (obviously) started: 21 October 2020 ended: 23 April 2021 [This is so old and shitty I'm actually going to explode if someone votes for a chapter again]
Ender | Ranboo Adoption SBI (discontinued) by _just_snakess_
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As a mute ender hybrid, Ranboo has never experienced much love or affection until Phil decides to adopt him. But it takes time to heal, and not everyone is welcoming of hybrids. This is a Ranboo SBI adoption au because why the hell not, no romance because dude he's a minor, this is my first fanfic so the writing may not be great, but I'm writing this to improve! Discontinued. Rest in Peace Technoblade. cover art by u/Lyfi_is_bored on reddit
TechnoAnxiety by CygnusMutai
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Technoblade has social anxiety. Need I say more? Hello! This is the continuation. Please remember to vote (and comments make my day) as we want to get it back in the ratings! It's weird seeing a book under my name. Thanks, Cygnus.
Regret Leaving You- DadSchlatt by sleepy_talvi
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Hello just would like to say that this is based off of the Schlatt's Dream Smp persona so yes he is sort of a dick, but what if he was secretly Tubbo's dad. Also this story will be including: eating disorders, abandonment, alcohol, swearing, and other things most likely. If a CC says they are uncomfortable with this book I'll delete it, so if one reads this I'll probably die from embarrassment. -------------------------------- Summary: I remember that day. It was snowing, cold, dark, I was sure I was going to freeze to death. I remember seeing you in the box wrapped in your blanket with your bee and goat plushies. You were wrapped in your jacket and mine. I started to walk away, I heard a sniffle then your cries, "I'm sorry my son this is for the best of you," I mumbled before running. When I turned the corner I saw people around a tree before black. Now here you are 16 standing in front of me, not knowing who I am and will probably never know.