Welcome to Zeniith's UU oneshots, where I write random stuff about blocks and pixels. I usually base this upon Parrot's POV of Unstable Universe (Unstable SMP). I AM A PARFIES PLATONIC SHIPPER HEHEHE, THEY ARE THE BESTEST OF FRIENDS AND YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. YES, I CRIED DURING WIFIES'S DEATH. EDIT: WHAT THE PLOT TWIST, WIFIES, EXPLAIN PLEASE?? **cover isn't mine, got it off of Pinterest. Might make an actual one later.**

Just a flamebu fic Contains parfies

UNSTABLESMP:PrinceZam Empire Arc Manepear x Reader After being brought back to your Brother's civilization. Only to discover that the freedom you had fought so hard for was being taken away from you. And now you were being personally guarded by one of your Brother's strongest Guard. Arts and Characters(Except reader) are not mine!! Full credit to them.

She toes the line between 'em, he says he's new at this There's holy ground beneath them, and sparks fly when they kiss He hates it when she's crying, he hates when she's away Even at their worst, they know they'll still be okay - Gracie Abrams Avery Williams is a 16-year-old Minecraft content creator born in Portugal but is living in the USA and is steadily building her online presence. Known to her growing community as "Avsnothere," she's juggling high school, volleyball, and her passion for gaming. With 125k followers and a strong sense of dedication, Avery is on the verge of something big. When Avery catches the attention of Spoke, a member of the Lifesteal SMP, her world starts to change. Suddenly, she's invited to join a group of Minecraft players, a community she's admired from afar. The opportunity is both thrilling and daunting, as Avery finds herself navigating new friendships, fierce competitions, and the pressure to prove herself in a world where everyone's watching.

-⋆ ★he is just your best friend...right?-

aurelia erlett a small streamer gets introduced to a mutual friend of hers. spokeishere gets put into a group chat with some friends and unfamiliar faces. what happens when a few collabs between two minecraft content creators leads to something bigger. #2 in lifesteal 2/13/25 #1 in lifesteal 2/14/25 (online love) (fluff only) (spokeishere x reader/OC)

After Eggchan's kidnapping, FlameFrags' betrayal, and the destruction of the island, Wemmbu escapes with Arachnid and YungYx while overwhelmed by fear, anger, and exhaustion. The two offer him a cruel deal: help them gain power, and Eggchan will be kept safe from further harm. Though Wemmbu knows the arrangement would cost him his morals and freedom, he finds himself considering it because he can't stand the thought of Egg being hurt again. The tragedy is that the one thing Wemmbu has always fought for - his own autonomy - is once again being taken away from him.

it's a story about FlameFrags and wemmbu i am a big fan of both and i like to ship them. first of all it's not hate i know they are friends. but i just wanna make a story that's it. And this is not about one couple i include everyone here with different story.hope you enjoy it. ☺️

Two people. Two different lives. Two lives that should be impossible to mix together. A person classified as a royal can't be with a bandit? It's a forbidden relationship. High class with high class, low class with low class. Simple system. So then why was Wemmbu finding one of the deadliest outlaws being involved in his life? And why was Wemmbu slowly feeling a deep pull that he couldn't even explain. So then why was Flamefrags finding one of the powerful princes being involved in his life? And why was Flamefrags slowly feeling a deep pull that he couldn't even explain?

Wemmbu felt exhaustion creep in like a creeper stalking him through the shadows, getting closer with every heartbeat, waiting to explode. He looked up. Flame was standing on a stone block, calm, deadly, unrelenting. Wemmbu knew he was outmatched... but getting caught wasn't an option. He refused. Maybe... maybe he could fake it again. Not the invisible knight this time - that mask was shattered the moment Flame and Parrot revealed it. He scanned his inventory. Calm. Calculating. Smirk creeping across his face. With a practiced flick, he opened his elytra and shot skyward. Ignoring the arrow that pierced it, he propelled himself as high as he could, counting rockets - ten. Ten chances to put the distance between him and the render limit, to vanish from sight. And then... he grabbed the fishing rod. The one relic left to him, rotting in his inventory since the Mafia days. He flicked it with precision. One pull, one perfect swing. And just like that, he was gone. Do you want me to do that next? Authors note: This book is not for 17 below. Due to regulations and policies, this story contains some sexual chapters. Psychological and some small self harm. Read at your own risk and don't continue if the following stated is something you don't like.