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autisticmao · 18 days

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✎ | Etho is a young village boy who prefers to live in peace, but with the strange causes of chaos in the countryside he lives in, he's bound to realise just how rare peace truly is to come by. Especially with living surrounded by mythical creatures such as giants and others alike.

Collecting the crops down by the local farm was a chore of serenity. It barely rained in the village that he lived in, which meant that the sun glowed its warmth more often than it should. Clouds barely dot the above, as birds of various breeds glide through the calming blue of the very sky, letting the friendly wind guide them to their respective destinations.

━━━━ 1 ━ A Brothers Collective

Etho was a simple boy in the village. Nothing about him stood out compared to the rare some. He had a healthy life and a good family to deal with. He listened to the rules and obeyed every chore he was given by his family and other fellow villagers alike. Although, at those times, he didn't have any friends to be sociable with, but Etho didn't mind having no friends, in fact, he liked having his own company in terms of a non-egotistical way.

The shallow stream he kneeled inside was a bearable cool temperature, with a bucket tucked into his hands as he watched the water flow into its metallic trap of simplicity. The stones beneath him were slightly uncomfortable, but they were smooth and the right amount of sturdiness to balance himself against the flowing water.

"Etho, look! I caught one!" With the mention of his name being told, Etho perked his head up to look further up in the stream, where his brother, Bdubs, stood ankle deep in the same cool flow, a bucket similar to Etho's in Bdubs' hold as he reaches his arms high in the air like as though he had just won a championship trophy and was allowed to show it off to the world around him.

Etho placed his bucket down on its correct side and stood up from his kneeled position, feeling his trousers stick to his skin, shoes squelching through the muddy parts as he walked over to his brother.

"Let me see." Etho was interested at what type of fish Bdubs had caught from the stream. Bdubs grinned with pride as he lowered his arms back down, clutching the bucket to his chest to hold it easier for himself, but leaving some space as Etho peeked over. A hum of surprise leaves from Etho, his child-like wonder settling into a sparkle of joy. "That's a really big fish, I didn't know it was possible to get some that size around here!"

"I know, right?! Fate must be on our side because we're having a feast tonight!"

"Don't get your hopes up. We've got to see if this type of fish is even safe to eat."

Bdubs let's out a groan of impatience. "Are you done with collecting water, by the way? It's getting boring out here!"

Etho's expression quirked, "we've only been in the field for half an hour?"

"'Half an hour' too long! I have far more important things to be doing than collecting fish and water for this autumn's collection!"

"Like...?" He urges his brother on, even if Etho knew what Bdubs was going to say. No matter how many times the two brothers were repeatedly given tasks to do with one another, Bdubs' answer of wanting to be doing something else was the same.

With the number of times it has been said, Etho has lost count after the amount of ten.

"I could be playing in the market with Scar and our friend group, or even watching Mister Tango's weekly magic tricks he does down by the beach!"

"Maybe so, but I think you're forgetting about a few things - Scar has been infected by an illness causing him to be forced to stay cooped at home, and Mister Tango has been missing for the past two weeks. I've told you as such plenty of times by now, plus what we're doing is helping us stay alive, we need this food and water, we're running out of crops due to The Rumbling so this is our next bet to not turning to starving ourselves."

The Rumbling - also known as a war between the villagers and some giants from the coast of the lands. Many years before humans came to be, the lands were owned by giants. They were once protectors of nature. Harm never was once part of their pack for survival, but since around one hundred years ago, not long after humans had begun to show their existences, some form of matter had turned the giants instincts around.

The humans before The Rumbling were friends with the giants. The humans would share their foods and created makings with the giants, and the giants would send things back as vice versa. Whether it be to use the giants as travel from the main land and over to the coastal islands or something else...

"Just let me collect my bucket, and we can start heading home now anyway. The sun is speedily setting, and I'd rather us not being out here when the giants are ready to feast for themselves." Etho turns his figure around, letting the stream take its speed and helping him push back towards the spot he was originally settled in. He reached towards his bucket, lifting it up with a strong heave, and similarly to his brother, Etho clutches the water-filled object to his chest.

"You ready to head home, Bdubs?"

"Always!" The call from Bdubs was heard, along with some loud and heavy sloshing of his figure attempting at jogging through the water to reach the destination of where Etho awaited for his arrival. Once seeing Bdubs walking up beside him, Etho sent him a quick look and then faced forwards, and soon the two brothers were walking out of the stream and into the tall grassland of one of the many fields surrounding the village.

"What do you think we could be having for dinner tonight?" Bdubs asks.

"Probably the same dish we have been eating for the past few weeks."

"Stargazy pies?" A look of dissatisfaction masked over Bdubs. "This fish suddenly doesn't look so interesting to feast on anymore..."

"It's the cheapest food option our family can make with no struggle." Etho shrugs, "we can't exactly make curries or battered fish or anything fanciful with it with the ingredients we have left."

"I know. It's just... so boring to eat now."

"You say that, but knowing you, you're probably going to pick at the fish heads again on your plateful and make some silly joke, as you always do."

A huff of defeat leaves from Bdubs, "I hate how easy you can read people half the time. It's not fun when I'm the one you're reading...!"

Not long afterwards, and silence overshadows their talk. The walk through the field didn't take the two brothers long as they soon came to the gate that led outside of the field. Etho places his bucket delicately down onto grass in front of him and walks up to the gate, reaching for the bars as he climbs over the gate and hops down onto the dirt pathway on the other side. He reaches his arms out towards Bdubs, letting Bdubs give him the two buckets one after the other, and made watch as Bdubs follows Etho over the gate with climbing it too.

Every time Bdubs climbs the gate in and out of the field, a sharp sensation of anxiety rockets at his heart of not wanting his younger brother to hurt himself in any shape or form.

Etho gives one of the buckets to Bdubs, who thanks him with silence but sends a look through expressions. Further on was the walk comfortably quiet, letting the songs of nature overtake their thoughts and for autumn's breeze to push the two along the dirtied pathway that lead towards their family shared home.

The door squeaks highly as Etho pushes it forward, with letting his younger brother head inside of the house first and then walks through himself and closing the door with an accidental slam by a simple push of his foot, Etho walks through the decently sized hallway and towards the kitchen, where he places the bucket down besides the one that Bdubs had also done the same action with. The mentioned brother of Etho was all of a sudden not to be seen with - as expected, Etho thinks after having a quick scan around the kitchen.

The most likely situation to happen is that Bdubs has either gone to his bedroom or has sneaked into town to visit Scar - or at least convince Scar's family to let him see Scar face to face. And if not, then it was to run off towards his other friends that Etho couldn't quite remember the names of. It's not like he had the time to do so either, anyway.

After shuffling his thoughts through for a moment, Etho heads to the door on the other side of the kitchen that leads to the back garden. He pulls the door handle down and pulls the door his way, taking a foot onto the stone step, his focus sharpens over the view of the not-quite-big garden until his attention reeled towards a familiar figure to himself. "Mother!" He calls out, both of his hands curcled by his cheeks as to hope the hollering echoes. "Just letting you know that we're home, and we've brought some things back as you have asked!"

The parental figure he calls out to knocks her head to the side so she is able to see Etho standing on the backdoor step. She nods and waves to him and then curls her hand into a thumbs-up motion. He nods with a triumph, letting his mother get back to what he guesses is planting some garden-safe crops and walks back inside, wondering what he should do until dinner time.

#character etho #character etho and bdubs #ethoslab fanfiction #ethoslab #bdubs #bdubbleo100 #hermitcraft 10 #life series #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #village boy etho: the series

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autisticmao · 26 days

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GENRE: angst

FEATURED: joel - mentioned

WARNINGS: ooc, rushed writing, ig one-sided smalletho kinda?

PROMPT: The petal falls, and so does the feelings for another.

WORD COUNT: 403

As he watched the last petal of the cherry blossom tree fall to the ground, a sharp sensation of pain jabs at his heart like a knife perfectly stabbed with the right momentum to get to the organ.

Etho's view from where he stood under the rotting old tree turns to in front of him, watching on with neediness at seeing the one he felt lured to the most being around others. From where he stood, Etho could hear the cherry happy cheers of Joel echoing the rural area.

The sand made castle of his feelings fell like beautiful golden drops, crystallised memories flowing as he watched on.

Many memories. For more than Etho could ever count, of what was once a wonderland of timeless ticking melted one with his soul of reality, bringing the article of daydream down into the awakening horizon.

Seeing the way that Joel acted around others, whether he realised that Etho was watching from far behind or not, was like a cutting edge. His body stung with over a thousand bees, wanting to go up to Joel and speak so casually like he used to in the fine past.

But Joel was like a miracle. A bigbang of brilliance amongst an infinite amount of stars, one that no other could ever compete against even if somebody dared to try.

Joel was the forbidden rain amongst the sacred clouds, welcoming the night of trickiness and a day full of reflected plans.

Even as Etho reached his palm out in front of him, letting it face towards the blackout of the night sky, Joel was too far from his reach. A sacred oath that only the butterflies of promises were ever allowed to be near.

The dying cherry blossom tree he stood underneath reminded him of his relationship with Joel. Each pink petal held a memory of youth that only they could have ever found upon.

With each petal that fell, and with time dancing through the rough days and nights, each memory together slowly evaporated. Thinned out into non-existence. The further their relationship was difficult to handle.

Stupidly, Etho dreamed on about Joel. Wanting to keep the male in his arms, letting the leaves of spring make belief of everything around them.

But the monster of reality was harsh to Etho. The wild beast always takes over the truth. Etho was nothing but a distorted faith compared to Joel.

#character joel and character etho #smalletho fanfic #smallishbeans fanfiction #smalletho #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #ethoslab fanfiction #ethoslab #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #hermitcraft 10 #life series #oneshot #fanfic writing #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #boat boys

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autisticmao · 26 days

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GENRE: neutral - zombie apocalypse hinted au

FEATURED: joel

WARNINGS: mentions of death, ooc, indefinite ending

PROMPT: etho stays with joel in his lasting moments before turning. (spoilers: he doesn't actually turn here... sad sigh. if only i could complete this-)

WORD COUNT: unknown, this is a tumblr only oneshot, so- (id say around 300-500 if estimated though.)

"You know there's no turning back, right?"

"Do you mean that literally or-"

"You know what I mean, Joel." Etho frowns from where he sat on the other side of the wooden cabin, eyes casting in a shadow of worry as he reeled his focus onto the other, interrupting the other male from his jokes. Usually, he wouldn't mind his jokes. Joel's jokes were like a sparkling star across the infinite sky, but with the situation that the two of them were both in right now... Etho just couldn't quite handle it.

To put it quite simply, a zombie apocalypse broke out, and death mauled most of the population of humanity to the grounds. No one knew how the situation came to be or why the apocalypse is such a thing to happen right then. It was a literal moment of expecting the unexpected. There's no such thing as impossible moments in the world.

"Geez... I miss the others." Joel bows his head for a moment.

Etho's ears perk with attention, brows furrowing with. "Now you say that? After laughing and calling everybody 'weak' from dying? What made you change your mind, Joel?"

"Not like that! My mind is still settled in the same way as before! I... miss... the chaos."

"Of course you do." Etho bows his head down for a moment with a sigh.

"Well, I mean... the way that Grian died was kind of funny, don't you think? I mean the way he-"

"Joel!" His voice echoes beyond the cabin, Joel stops in the middle of his sentence and winces at Etho's shout as he whispered out a quick apology not long after.

Silence covers the duo in the cabin with slow paced time. Invisible ticking was made, and every second was wasted on useless breaths.

"Can you at least remind me why I am tied up to this chair, then?" Joel suddenly asked after a minute had gone by, his figure writhed at the uncomfortable wooden chair he was forced to sit on, rope that still had some strength within itself wrapped tightly around him, latching him to the chairs surface. He wanted to get up and walk about, maybe kill some zombies, he doesn't know. Just anything that could get him moving.

Etho peeked. "You... don't remember?" They were just talking about precautions ten minutes previously, Etho tuts silently to himself.

A noise of confusion emits from Joel's lips as he then knocks his head to the side, "not exactly. Am I supposed to?"

The ashen haired male frowns at the one with umber eyes, now realising the details of his state. His skin was turning a horrid colour. Joel's umber shaded glance was dulling within quick minutes, and he seemed to be fidgeting more and more as time went. He really wished, for just once, that time would stop pushing the days forward. He's already lost plenty of his friends. He can't lose Joel, too.

Maybe his state is the reason why he's so hyper, wishing for fun upon those who are dead, Etho thought sharply to himself in his mind.

Hesitancy stringed his tongue to the bottom of his mouth, unsure whether he should tell Joel the truth or not. If he said the words out loud, it would only bring the reality closer to his heart than Etho wanted.

But with the glance he was being given by Joel... it was like as though lying was never an option for him. Lying wasn't a meaning of words to use by him. Only the truth existed.

His lips part as he spoke, letting his empty mind take control as his vocal cords worked along with it.

"You're infected, Joel."

//that line isn't the ending, i am just not sure how to end this oneshot, and i want this out of my drafts already. please take it with kindness. i am so drained of life right now, heh... ♡

#character joel and character etho #joel smallishbeans #smalletho #smalletho fanfic #smallishbeans fanfiction #smallishbeans #ethoslab fanfiction #ethoslab #etho #boat boys #oneshot #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #fanfic writing

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autisticmao · 1 month

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i want to tokimeki share this life with you ♡

FRICK. YOU STOLE MY LINE- I WAS GONNA SEND THAT ONE TO YOU!

#!! not a oneshot !!

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autisticmao · 1 month

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hey ky...

when i see your messages, it gives me a sunlit smile :)

this message gives me a distorted heart.

#!! not a oneshot !!

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autisticmao · 1 month

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still not over this part of ll ep 4,,,

don't even. i mean, angst, yes. but-

#!! not a oneshot !!

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autisticmao · 1 month

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GENRE: fluff!

FEATURED: etho

WARNINGS: none

PROMPT: Content was the only feeling they needed during these hours.

WORD COUNT: 472

A storm rushes outside. Strong wind pulled its strings against the trees and bushes alike as it howled its melancholic tune.

Inside of the cabin was warm. A fire lit fresh upon its stand of logs. Sparks flickered as they reached up the chimney, wanting to be one with the stars.

"Here you go, Joel! A nice hot cuppa to go with some freshly made battenburgs!" The familiar voice of Etho called off from the side of where he sat upon the settee, looking up from the book he was reading, letting his mind reel back from the haze and into reality once more.

Etho stood with a plate in one hand and two cups of hot drinks in the other. Joel places the book he held down onto his lap after marking the page with a homemade bookmark, flipping one half of the book onto the other with a gentle shut. He then reaches over to the side of the settee and grabs one of the hot grey cups from Etho. "Thank you." He brings the cup to his lips, blowing gently against the thin rising streaks of steam.

Etho replies with a soft hum, rounding the arm of the settee that Joel sat nearby by of, placing his cup and the plate onto a small table sitting in front of them, only to grab one of the battenburgs and lowers himself to sit on the right side of Joel, chewing into the sunlit yellow and sugar covered miniature cake piece.

No talk spiked between either males, only comforting silence as the two wrapped themselves in the warmth of the cosy felt cabin.

Etho swipes his hands together to be rid of the sugar sticking to his fingers, reeling himself against the softening backrest. A few seconds after and Joel places his tea next to Etho's, picking up the book from his lap once more as he scoots closer to Etho, turning himself around so his feet hung off the armrest, his head leaning against Etho's side.

Etho knocks his head to the side, glance focusing on Joel for just a moment as he brings one hand atop of Joel's crown, brushing his fingers through Joel's strands, a soft, faint smile paints over his lips, under the mask he wore, at seeing Joel lean into his touch, even if Joel's attention still lied on the paperback item in his hands.

The said spanning attention thins out as Joel tilts his head up, smiling back at Etho for just a moment and then back to reading his book. The Ashen-haired male's arm reaches down to hug Joel.

Etho afterwards leans his head over, pressing a faint kiss against Joel's crown, letting himself rest atop of the others' head, content wrapped around the two like a blanket as the storm still rolled on.

#oneshot #character joel and character etho #smalletho fanfic #smalletho #smallishbeans fanfiction #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #ethoslab fanfiction #ethoslab #etho #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #boat boys

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autisticmao · 1 month

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GENRE: fluff - maybe crackish?

FEATURED: joel

WARNINGS: none

PROMPT: Etho loses his mask, and finds who the thief who stole it was.

WORD COUNT: 759

//one day i will get back to writing angst... but for now:

//also this idea has been in the works since the beginning of writing these two- so it looks as tho i joined the obsessed joke sorta late. sjsns

"Where even is it?!" A groan of frustration leaves from Etho, his voice echoed the room after slamming the top part of the chest down, a flurry of noise follows the action.

To put it simply, Etho has lost his mask. He wasn't quite sure how or when, but during the past few days and up until now, the mask was gone with no trace.

A sigh of defeat leaves from the ashen-haired male as he walked over to his bed on the other side of the room, plopping himself down and resting his chin in his hands, elbows rested on his knees as he stared forward with a blank focus on the wall ahead of him.

Etho's thoughts wracked through every memory from the past week or so to how he could have lost his mask, trying to remember who he last interacted with to think if any of them would know. He's interacted with a decent few, like Mumbo, Gem, and especially...

Etho hears a noise come from one of the rooms next over as he was stuck in thought of his missing wanderings. His head perks up at the said noise. There was only ever one other person besides him in the house.

...Joel.

With a steady thought flowing in his head, Etho stands from his bed and walks over to the door, letting it creak open after pushing it gently over and stepping out onto the landing.

He looks left and right, ears perked for more noise to which he follows through the house until a few minutes after, and Etho finds himself standing in a singular open doorway of one of the rooms.

Etho peeks his head past the doorframe, noticing the familiar figure of Joel standing near one of the walls and facing it. On the very wall was a standard size mirror that Joel seemed to be entertaining himself with, laughing at himself as he made jokes and silly voices and even poses or other movements to go with what he said every other sentence.

Etho goes to only take two steps into the room, and with Joel's extraordinary observant antics, from where Joel stood, he turns around speedily, meeting eye to eye with Etho.

He goes to speak to the other male, only to realise that Joel had something of his...

Joel was wearing Etho's mask, the one he's been looking for hours on end for. All this time spent looking around wasted, only to find that the brunette had it to himself all along.

Etho leans against the wall behind him, arms crossed over as a facade of cheekiness crosses over his features, eyes focused solely on the other male. "What you wearing there Joel?" He asks teasingly, nodding his head towards the other male.

"...Nothing." Joel stutters a little, staring wide-eyed at Etho.

"Uh huh... seems like it." A smirk crosses his facial features. "Then mind telling me where you got that mask from?"

A sudden hit of realisation shocks through Joel, one of his hands come up to his face as he attempts horribly at hiding the midnight coloured mask that he was wearing. "Oh, you mean about this? Totally from the shopping district! Not anywhere else." The umber eyed smaller attempts to lie, hoping to metaphorically push Etho away. His voice sounded incredibly muffled, but Etho could still understand him from under it all.

"That's funny," he steps incredibly closer towards Joel, "because the mask you're wearing looks exactly like my one. From every frailed loose string to anything else. Practically down to a tee. Are you sure that's not mine... or are you so obsessed that you're cosplaying as me now?"

Joel stills himself into defensive mode. "I'm not the one obsessed, thank you very much, Etho!" He huffs loudly. Etho couldn't help but chuckle silently. It was easy to rile Joel up when using the right words, and in a way, it was entertaining to the ashen-haired taller. Joel reminded Etho of a young toddler who was in a stroppy mood, whinging until daylight was taken away.

"I don't know about that... everything you do lately around here seems like you are, and the fact that you also decided to move in with me a few months ago doesn't help factor your point there, Joel."

Another huff comes from the male who was talked about.

Etho talked once more, originating back to the previous subject of talking. "Anyways. The mask...?"

"Nope! It is mine!"

"Joel!"

"...Bye!"

"Joel, don't run off! ...Damn it... Joel! Come back!"

#character joel and character etho #oneshot #smalletho fanfic #smalletho #boat boys #smallishbeans fanfiction #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #ethoslab fanfiction #ethoslab #etho #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #hermitcraft 10

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autisticmao · 1 month

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GENRE: angst/horror

FEATURED: dekusquad || izuocha seen as a rom!couple

WARNINGS: death, gore, mentions of medication?, demon. cringe and ooc fr.

PROMPT: bad things happen in the dksquad house

WORD COUNT: iirc... 1-2kish?

//i am so drained... do i have to edit this oldie?

...

im not gonna, actually. for now. maybe later? sjsjs

not long after finishing both school and college, shoto and the rest of his friend group all agreed upon sharing a house together. it was a four bedroom home. shoto had the smallest room, saying that he didn't mind of having seeing as he had the least stuff. then the next size up belonged to tsuyu, then tenya and lastly the biggest room was shared by the couple: izuku and ochaco.

the four bedroom home sat just outside of musutafu. surrounded by some plain fields. the nearest shop was a few miles away. possibly a fifteen minutes drive from the house.

at first everyone was excited to move in as they all unpacked their stuff and decorated the place to how they like it. the next few months was enjoyable and free. tenya and izuku got jobs in the main town as police officers. tsuyu worked at a vetinary owned by her parents and ochaco worked at a takeaway shop for the moment as she still searched for jobs that may fit her best.

shoto was the only one who didn't have a job. he felt guilty for not doing so. but every time he applied for a job, no matter the qualifications for it, people refuse him for it. whether it's because of his looks, the way he talks or they always come up with excuses to not employee him. he's apologised every time to his friends about it. they all didn't mind about his situation and understood him fairly well. though the four were admittedly frustrated with the jobs workers for their excuses and insults towards the youngest of the group.

it was nighttime in japan. everyone in the shared house was fast asleep. all lights were off for the night. until shoto jolted awake, gasping with anxiety, as he hears strange noises come from downstairs. he catches his breath for a moment. hand clutching tightly to his chest, his ears strained for noise. it sounded like someone was playing a piano. who would be up at a late hour just to play music? shoto questioned.

he slides out of his bed, grabbing his phone besides his pillow as he turns the torch on from it. reaching for his bedroom door he sneaks out of his room. the once muffled noise much clearer.

shoto follows the carpet down the landing and to the stairs, hearing the tune coming from the front room. he goes down the stairs quietly and carefully as can be. holding with baited breath for any noise to be caused as he went down the steps, but none were made.

eventually he steps into the hallway. the front rooms door was closed over with only a small smidge of a gap showing between the door and its frame. shoto walked over and opened the door a tad more for himself to peek his head through.

there in the corner of the front room was an unknown woman playing a mythical tune on the piano. fingers gliding elegantly against the keys.

he doesn't recognise the woman at all.

then the music stopped. the woman sitting at the piano sensing shoto's presence almost as she slowly began to turn around. shoto peeked his head back out into the hallway only to jump in fright to see a sleepy tenya standing right before him.

"what are you doing awake so late at night, shoto?"

"i heard someone playing music and decided to check it out."

tenya quirked an eyebrow up, "music? no one in this house plays music."

"but there was someone in that room just now playing on a piano. if you don't believe me then look!" shoto shoved the door open wanting to prove to the taller boy what he saw but as he and the mentioned older one looked past the doorway, there was no person to be seen nor any piano.

shoto felt his breathing hitch as he looked into the same corner of the room as before. there was no woman nor piano, only a television screen on a black stand in the corner with some gaming consoles sitting on the stand.

"there's nobody here, shoto. maybe you're hallucinating again. have you taken your medicine before heading for bed?"

shoto nods, "i did take them, tsu reminded me to... but i promise you someone was there! i clearly saw them!" shoto perked his head up to the blue haired adult who seemed to sigh in defeat.

"i think you should go back to sleep. we'll talk about this in the morning."

"but—"

"goodnight shoto."

tenya left immediately after. leaving shoto to stand alone in the hallway. he glances back over his shoulder towards the corner of the front room again, just about missing a white orb floating past the television screen as he turns back around with a frown creasing his face as he heads for the stairs and to his room, turning off his phones torch along the way.

immediately shoto headed for his bed, laying under the thermal blanket as he stared at his door for a moment until sleep fogged over his consciousness bringing him into the darkness.

the sun flitted through the windows of the dining room as all the adults sat around the table eating their own breakfast and taking sips of their drinks. everyone, minus for shoto, were dressed ready for their daily jobs. the memory of last night flashing through shoto's mind over and over causing him to frown again as he ate his breakfast.

"i'm heading early for work now," asui says, her voice bringing shoto out of his thoughts, "there's an emergency visit at the vets." the girl says as she stands from her seat at the table and heads for the kitchen to place her dishes into the sink.

"stay safe tsu!" ochaco announces as the green haired girl nods, saying bye to everyone else.

the sound of the door closing shut could be heard in the distance from where the quadrigeminal still sat.

eventually afterwards, one after the other, tenya, izuku and ochaco left the house for their jobs leaving shoto all by himself as he stood in the kitchen cleaning everyone's dishes as he always offers to do so.

it helps him keep motivated every morning, shoto told the group one time.

a few minutes after and shoto was done. with all the dishes stacked on the draining board and him drying his hands off with a kitchen towel, he soon after exits the kitchen and into the front room. last night flooding his mind once again this morning. shoto couldn't help but glance in the corner where the television screen was.

was it a hallucination like tenya said? he wasn't quite sure anymore. either way he knew what he saw no matter the consequence of it. whether it was real or fake.

shoto grabs the remote on the settees right arm and sits himself down on the said seat. squishing himself against the corner of the arm and the back as he switched on the television and began flicking through the various channels looking for something, anything, that was at least a small bit interesting but he couldn't find anything so with a sigh escaping from him he turns it back off and heads for his bedroom where his phone and a mini speaker on his desk sat.

shoto turns both devices on, his phone connecting automatically to the speaker as he scrolls through his music app looking for a song that piques his interest as of that moment. once finding it he taps on it, hearing the music begin to play through the speaker. turning up the volume a tad so he can hear it clearer.

like usual with his everyday life, shoto had nothing to do but scroll through social media over and over. there was nothing for him to literally do for the day. the house was clean of dirt. the cupboards and fridge-freezer were full to the brim with various food and some drinks. minus for the people he lived with, he had no friends to go and meet. it was super cold and drowsy outside anyways and shoto didn't want to go out in the dreary outdoors.

so with slumping back against his bed, shoto drops his phone besides him on the pillow and decides to fall back asleep for the day. no one was here to stop him from doing so.

the next few nights went by fast but shoto's anxiety picked up more throughout them causing shoto to be wary of going to sleep. since the first night, he's been hearing and seeing strange stuff that shouldn't even exist in the house. seeing figures of people he didn't know. everyone in the house thought shoto wasn't taking his medications again and was starting to hallucinate just like tenya said that night; but he wasn't.

shoto knew that all the stuff he was hearing and seeing was as real as his own being.

it got so bad that every night there was always someone catching shoto out in his actions of searching around the house.

the figures he saw were all different from one another. women, men, other. child, adult or teenager. scary, peaceful, neutral. standing still or doing some motion.

night time rolled around once more and shoto was sat up right in his bed scrolling through his phone. looking at anything possible. seeing photos of old classmates that he wasn't particularly close to or reading articles that keeps popping up on the search engine out of pure boredom. sometimes watching a video if it looked interesting enough in his opinion as well.

when suddenly, a scream occurred from the other side of the hallway. shoto perked his head up at the noise. questioning whether or not to check on the noise. what if it's just something playing tricks on him again? he wondered. he hesitated at that moment. the noise sounded far worse than anything he's heard for the past week.

so just like all the other nights, shoto gets up from his bed and exits his room. the noise came from the bedroom in front of him.

tsuyu's bedroom.

he pads over to the other door and knocks on the wooden base, "tsu. are you okay?" he questions, waiting patiently as can be for an answer, yet nothing came from the other side. anxiety settles in his stomach at what could have made the girl scream. was she in danger or just having a nightmare? either way, he opens the bedroom door, warning the greenette girl about his entering.

he shuts the door over behind himself and turns back around only to be filled with fright at what he saw.

a large splatter of blood covered the wall ahead of him. tsuyu's figure pinned against the wall. her stomach and chest teared open showing the insides. no heart was to be seen.

"tsu!!" his voice echoed louder than he's ever been causing his other friends to wake up and run into the room. tenya was about to scold the boy until he, izuku and ochaco saw what was going on; seeing the situation of their now deceased friend.

ochaco was immediately on the phone to the emergency line. tenya looking around the room to see what could have went on as izuku pulled shoto into the corner to ask him questions.

"do you know what happened?" the greenette boy asked the younger who seemed to shake his head side to side.

"i heard scream coming from this room and decided to investigate on it... i asked tsuyu if she was alright but i got no answer so i let myself in and that's when i saw her... like this." shoto motioned towards where tsuyu was still pinned up against the wall.

a shudder leaves shoto as he glanced at the older boy, "izu i'm telling you, something dark is in this house and it's only getting worse."

"we can't jump to that conclusion until we've got evidence sho." the greenette shook his head at the younger boy.

shoto frowns, "if you say so; i know i'm right though."

since then a funeral was set for tsuyu asui. nobody could find the evidence to what killed her. the people who came to her funeral was everyone in the house, her family members and some other friends too. as shoto stood around on her funeral day, there was something off putting in the air. it was an eerie feeling. not because of the fact that his friend died... but the feeling was like a warning of some sorts to him and his friends.

shoto has tried telling the other three about it but they didn't believe the words he said about the current situation.

a few months go by since then. nothing much has changed other than the fact that a friend member was missing now every morning. izuku has locked the door to tsuyu's room off to everybody else.

the air around the friend group thickens with coldness over time. a depressive mood settling in for the four young adults.

shoto was just making himself a drink of a hot beverage when he hears footsteps walk across the floorboards up above him. he took no notice of it all, thinking it was either tenya, izuku or maybe even ochaco just heading to the bathroom or something.

the air in the kitchen colds over similar to fresh ice out of a walk-in freezer. dark chuckles comes from behind shoto causing him to stop in the middle of making his hot drink. a cold draft hits his face. shoto turns to look behind him to see what it was, only to have a hand covering his mouth, keeping him still of where he turned. it wasn't human. the hand was rough and had scales. claws for fingers. slender and a decent amount of strength to hold with. its jagged claws digging into his cheeks.

a dark shadow loomed over his figure. so tall, shoto could see the face of the creature bending over and meeting him face to face, upside down. a cheshire grin creasing its scaly features. sharp red eyes glowing in the dark. pointy ears stretching out. the creature was almost as tall as the height of the ceiling above.

"don't make a sound." its voice was like a module changer. going through various tones and pitches. high and low. soft and deep. scratchy and smooth. the voice sent shivers down shoto's spine.

"good..." it says after seeing shoto listening. feeding off the boys fear that coursed through him. it leans impossibly even closer to shoto. "you're the only one who's seen what's been going on around here, aren't you?" it didn't wait for shoto to answer the question "how about we make a deal. if i let your other friends live then you'll let me feed off your soul."

it let's go of shoto's mouth, wanting to hear his answer. shoto rubbed at the sore places on his face from the tight hold of the creature. gasping in any oxygen through his mouth as he did so. the creature still leaning tall over him. practically trapping him in a cage of sorts. "how do i know if you're telling the truth?" he glared at the grinning creature.

"by signing a contract~!" it sings. the creatures stands properly up in an animation-like way. a weird noise coming from its back making shoto inwardly cringe at the sound. out of nowhere a piece of paper appears in the creatures hand. it shoves the paper into shoto's hold and says, "i've already done my half and its your turn." its grin widened showing shoto the writing on the piece of paper; something red splattered besides the handwritten signature of the creatures, he had a guess of what it was but he didn't want to ponder about it, already feeling anxious at the idea of what it could very well be.

"i... can't sign it though," shoto begins "i don't have a pen or anything." he tried to excuse himself, not wanting this at all.

the creature then wraps an arm around shoto's shoulders, leaning in towards him once more as it says, "you don't need always need a pen to sign a contract." it says in a weird raspy tone.

shoto was confused at that, wondering what the creature meant until with a quick second shoto felt a stinging sensation come from the side of his face. he raises a hand up to his cheek feeling a deep cut right under his left eye, blood oozing gruesomely out as some dribbled onto the piece of paper. it hurt immensely. worse than a damn paper cut or a blister!

the creature seemed to laugh manically after. snatching the contract paper from shoto as the blood dried fairly instantly into the sheet. the paper was whizzed away out of nowhere. shoto was fearful for what the creature may have done. what did he sign up for with this strange thing?

the creature disappeared not long after. shoto headed for bed but he couldn't sleep; he didn't at all. his anxiety rocketing to levels far past paranoia after the meeting with the creature.

morning once more rolled around fast. everyone was sitting at the dining table again as shoto walked into the area, a yawn escaping between his lips loudly, he tried to cover the yawn up with his hand. he waved at the trio who seemed to just be sitting around finishing up with their food and drinks as they greeted the youngest of the group who decided to sit at the table and lie his head on the surface; not in the mood to satisfying his stomach for food this morning.

tenya iida seemed to notice the ideal. being the very observant overprotective fatherlike figment he is to his friend he asks to the dichotomous young adult, "what time did you go to sleep, shoto?"

shoto lifts his head up at the mention of his name, blinking slowly at the blue haired other as he shrugs then turns his head back down sideways on the slowly-warming table surface.

tenya seems to sigh. feeling frustrated at shoto's unhealthy habits. he didn't say anything though of shoto's trajectory. he carried on eating his breakfast and joining in soon after into izuku's and ochaco's conversation after izuku asked him of something.

an hour passes by. shoto left everyone downstairs and went to his bedroom wanting to be alone for more reasons he could count on his fingers. he sat still as a statue on his bed, chin resting on his curled up knees as he stared blankly at the wall ahead of him. nothing was rushing through his mind. no thoughts, sense of feelings or anything else. he was a blank canvas ready to be used.

he barely blinked, only breathing so quiet and slow until a voice comes from the corner of his room. shoto points his eyes over to where the noise came from, not moving his body at all. nothing was there. no figure or anything else. just a plain, empty corner that shoto had no way in filling up with stuff. but the voice happened again. then again and again... and again until it was directly in the middle of his mind.

his once empty mind now overtaken by a familiar sense of darkness.

he couldn't quite hear what the voice was saying fully. only some snippets of words.

"selfish."

"paranoid."

"untrustworthy."

"kill."

"kill... kill!" it screeched right at him. shoto winces at the inner screech clutching his hands to his ears on instinct, forgetting the voice was inside of his own mind. what was it telling him to kill, why? either way he wouldn't accept the command. he won't kill anybody no matter what.

"don't you see what they did to you?" it whispers again.

"you're nothing to them!" it says louder than before.

words and sentences repeating over and over melting into a pot of word mixed stew.

shoto didn't realise he was standing. he couldn't feel his own limbs reach out for the wanting of the creatures commands. his eyes were clenched tight, not noticing his hands were off his ears either, the ghost feeling still there.

the voices got louder and louder until a scream rips from his throat echoing down the whole house. he shouted for it to shut up.

it did.

shoto waited a few seconds. breathing heavily.

he opens his eyes only to wish that he never opened them again.

the entirety of the downstairs rooms were covered in blood. bodies of his friends strewn about, limbs missing as they were thrown everywhere.

a sharp blade of a knife lied in his right shaky hand. it falls to the ground with a clang as bowed his head down.

he feels the presence of the creature nearby, behind him. shoto turns around glaring at the creature, his teeth clenched together as he pointed the knife at it. "you lied to me..." he says.

the creature only seems to chuckle as its eyes glowed with pride. "don't you know that demons are all deceitful?" it chuckles louder after.

shoto, seething with anger, lunged for the demon with the knife. hoping to aim for its chest but his task failed. the demonic being easily held him in position, clearly stronger than him as it ripped the knife out of his hold and throwing it away with a clanging sound in the room besides the two.

it whispered lowly to shoto. grinning psychopathically, "did you really think you could get rid of me?"

shoto tried to budge out of its hold. failing in doing so. he feels a sudden horrible, warm sensation around his stomach area. something sharp digging its way through his intestines. the demon was killing him as shoto felt himself losing drastically to the battle of life and death.

the last thing he sees is the demonic creature holding all of his guts grinning like a wildcat before everything goes dark.

#shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #izuku midoriya #tenya iida #tsuyu asui #ochaco uraraka #izuocha #<- hinted though.#my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia #mha #bnha #oneshot #boku no hero academia

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GENRE: angst? idk! - kingdom au! - bad boys!brothers

FEATURED: jimmy, grian - mentioned

WARNINGS: blood, death, ooc, and a weird time skip.

PROMPT: From just one look at the scroll, this feeling blooms.

WORD COUNT: 2,316 (:D)

//legit took me all day to write, yikes.

"Sir Joel!"

"Come through, the flap is undone!"

Rustling sounds were heard, and heavy boot-made footsteps followed.

From where Joel sat at the long desk that was filled with papers, all smudged in the darkest ink imaginable, he glances up and comes face to face with one of the hundreds of soldiers that was a part of his group within the war. The soldier bows towards Joel, making a hand gesture whilst doing so and then standing themselves straight back up. They slide one hand towards Joel. Inside their hand lays, a scroll rolled together tightly with a red glimmering ribbon, keeping the scroll together.

"We were just sent this message. It came from the kingdom, your honour. We've heard it's from your brother: Jimmy."

The name catches Joel's attention. "Jimmy has sent this letter? That's odd. He never sends anybody letters..."

"That's what we thought, but your right hand man has gone over this in a quick scan, and the handwriting seems realistically like his. They said it is quite important for you to read, your honour."

"Alright..." Joel was suspicious as he took the scroll out of the soldiers hand. He waves the person away with a sharp goodbye to which the person abides to his words. Once the tent was left with just him inside, Joel untied the ribbon, letting it glide to the tables surface as he unravelled the scroll. His focus sharpened on each word that soaked into the paper. Squinting in confusion or something other as he read on for a minute or so until he places the paper down atop of his desk too.

The letter was a ceremony. A ceremony to Prince Jimmy becomes the newfound king. Why would Jimmy bother sending the letter towards Joel after everything that happened in the past decade in a bit, though? Did all those deaths not mean anything to Jimmy all of a sudden? The arguments that Joel and his younger brother had about the said warned subject?

Joel was a part of the royal family. The second prince in line of brothers of three. There was the eldest, Grian, then Joel, and the youngest being known as Jimmy. The kingdom held different perspectives of the prince's. Grian and Jimmy were clearly favouritised over Joel. More so because of the way Joel was. Joel saw the point of view of the world differently. Whilst both of his brothers wouldn't mind sitting on a throne all day or making plans, Joel liked to move about by having freedom from the inner walls of the castle.

Joel was not respected one bit. For his personality and ways. He could go on forever about why the kingdom despised him... it got to the point that his familial carers kicked him out of the castle whilst he was in his early teenage years and forced him to join a camp that would teach him to become a soldier - a puppet that'll cause blood and death. At first, he hated being a part of the camp. The people - both the students and the teachers - were horrible. Strict rules were made, and being free was not fun. If anything, he felt more trapped in the camp than he did the castle. Freedom was not a right that the second prince was allowed to keep.

As time passed, many years, to be more precise, he became numb to the ways of being a soldier. When he was first scared at seeing all the blood and death pooling at his feet as he went onto the battle grounds, Joel now didn't care one bit. The only life he worries now for was his own. Being a soldier meant being selfish. To survive, he must let other people die. Whether they were the friend or the foe. There was no other way to pass through the wars.

Yet as he read over the writing for many times than he could count, a feeling twists at Joel's heart. Whether in pain or something else, he couldn't quite tell. His mind ticked with various thoughts. The what if's wandered inside of his imagination about what the ceremony for the newfound King could be like. It'd be lively, that was for sure. Jimmy was a sociable person. His energy runs off from being around those he knows that are on his side. Those who he can make smile.

His mouth turns, eyes squinting from being stuck in thought as he then places the scroll onto the desks' warm toned wooden surface.

He'll go, Joel thinks. He'll see how this ceremony will go...

...But first, he had a village's worth of soldiers left to defeat on the enemies' side.

...

Sharp whispers were caused on either side of the street from the townsfolk. Fear and surprise were given to their cores.

Joel knew exactly why the kingdoms people feared him right now.

Not only was he the former prince-turned-army general, but also something much worse...

Simply put it - Joel is a murderer. To not just the soldiers belonging to other kingdoms armies that he's battled against but to someone he should have counted as close.

He "has" two brothers. Grian and Jimmy - whilst Jimmy is still alive, and he's headed to the said youngest brothers' crown ceremony, Grian... is deceased. Joel couldn't even remember how Grian's death went, other than one moment he and Grian were wielding their swords in practice classes, then like a flick of his wrist, his figure stood over Grian's doomed deceased figure. Warm red blood stained his skin and clothing. It infinitely pooled around Grian, never seeming to stop.

Being a murderer of the eldest son was another point as to why Joel's familial carers sent him to the army camp. As punishment, and hoping that what went on inside those fences and then further beyond the walls of the kingdom would change his ways.

How utterly ignorant they were. Sending someone who's announced as a murderer to something such like an army camp? It only heightened the once unknown - the once unfamiliar bloodlust that writhed within his veins, bubbling and boiling, waiting to be shown to the world.

His footsteps were quiet. Taking as large of a step he could each around, his focus glanced only forward whilst he ignored the chatter amongst the townsfolk. They were all weak morons. He wasn't here for them either, anyway. Joel was here to see Jimmy, and that was that. To feed his curiosity that was plated with the unknown feeling that gripped at his chained heart.

He didn't really have anything else planned to take action with once the war had ended the other day anyway. Well, he was going to spend it by catching up on more fighting practices he does with his right hand man, but the curiosity of knowing that the youngest prince was going to be crowned just tugged at him for a reason he really wished to know.

Once taking a few turns around the town and climbing up a decently steep sized hill, Joel comes to a halt as in front of him stood a large wooden gazebo. Lanterns and plantation covered the place, intricating with the wooden beams and the fences that were painted a pale green. Behind the gazebo stood the peaceful scenery of the ocean. The sun glimmering against the clear blue water. The waves were quiet with gentle swooshes, and their battles were nonexistent with the coves.

Chairs sat around the edges of the gazebo, important people - leaders of all kinds from around the kingdom, and some that were beyond the walls - sat in the chairs, chatting amongst one another. Joel looks left and right, he sees an empty chair sitting at the furthest right at the front with a note atop of it being held down by a singular stone, he walks up to the chair, seeing his full name written on the note. Jimmy really wanted Joel to see the whole screen view of the ceremony... and for what?

They hadn't had contact in many years. Not even when Joel was freshly in the army camp. Was this a way to spite him? Showing that karma never stops following in Joel's shadow wherever he goes, no matter how far or near to the kingdom he was?

He decides not to sit down, instead only leaning against the fences of the gazebo and letting the cool, gentle breeze of the summer hours graze against his skin.

At last, in the middle of the gazebo, the centre of the attention was a throne. A classic type of throne that was tall and had built in blue cushions, the outer parts of the throne were detailed in pure gold. Swirls and other patterns embedded into it all. In front of the throne, though, sat a white pedestal made of pure marble, a blue cushion sits in front of it, with something atop of it being covered by a fanciful patterned sheet. It was clearly obvious what the item in hiding was. The crown.

The once former king's crown. Soon to be Jimmy's.

That feeling from hours before stabbed at his heart again, causing a partially quiet groan to emit from his lips, one hand reached up to his chest and rubbing hoping to swash the pain away. What even was it? He still didn't know. Joel frowns because of the intense feeling.

A drum noise was heard from behind the gazebo. "Attention, everyone!" A person of authority held an unravelled large scroll in their hands, shouting to catch the crowds' attention. All the natter around the gazebo hushed to a stop, all eyes on the person in front. "Today, we are all gathered for the newly announced king!..." Joel's focus immediately deters once the person begins speaking about what was going on.

Although his attention a few minutes or so reels back when he sees a familiar figure walking up to the throne.

It was Jimmy, and stood behind him was Jimmy and Joel's familial carers. The carers looked as though age didn't quite take well to them, as they both stood on each side of the throne - sort of behind it - with one hand each of their own sitting loosely on the backrest as Jimmy sat himself down, sitting with his back straight and head tilted up.

He looked mature, Joel noticed. The aura around his brother is drastically different compared to how he last remembered for Jimmy to be. Jimmy used to always play around no matter the seriousness of the situation at hand. But here... Jimmy looked and seemed as though he's had growth. The king and queen have moulded the once silly child into a perfect male that most would swoon over.

The person of authority soon finishes speaking of the announcement, which Joel was glad for. Their voice was irritating, and the words they spoke were honestly so boring he could have fallen asleep right then and there if his curiosity didn't keep jabbing at his sides to pay attention to his youngest brother.

Joel then watches on as the king leaves from his spot from behind the throne and walked towards the pedestal in front of Jimmy, just as a band off to the side - partly in the back - begins playing some music, it lulled the crowd with interest.

That feeling from before once again pangs in his heart, his hand immediately shooting up to his chest once more, his breathing becoming slightly heavy, causing Joel to lean partially forwards from where he stood leaning against the gazebos fence.

He tilts his head up, watching just as the king reaches for the crown and turns his figure around to face Jimmy. A headache burns at the side of his head, temples pulsing.

The king kneels down in front of Jimmy, holding the crown out like a glorious prize to show to the youngest soon, the king mutters some words that Joel can just about hear but not quite decipher on what the king was exactly saying.

Another voice reels in with the words of the king. Joel's eyes dart around, looking to see who it was. His other hand immediately shot to the sword sitting in its sheath against the right side of his waist. Yet as he looked around, nobody was speaking other than the king.

Was he going insane? Why now of all times? Of all times when peace is somewhat wrapped around his being.

The king then rises from his kneeled position, walking to behind the throne, hands hovering above Jimmy's head with the crown beginning to be lowered down atop of Jimmy.

Joel doesn't realise it, but his hand held against the handle of his sword slithered the sword out of the sheath, a noise could be heard as he began taking his steps uncontrollably towards the prince, the king and the queen.

...

His eyes blink the haziness away. Faint screams could be heard from behind him. Why was there screaming? Was somebody in danger?

Joel let's his focus come into view, noticing the scenery around him.

It's happened again. That unknown moment.

Blood pooled across the gazebo, bodies slaughtered to pieces. In front of him lied the dead figure of his young brother, his sword still wielded into Jimmy's chest, and in replacement in Joel's hold was the crown.

He looks up, seeing just how bad the moment had gotten. No part of the very hill had any speck of cleansing to it. It was all mudded with blood and gore.

The blood from his family and the figures all around him still trickled down his fingertips.

Joel knew what this feeling was now. Why, for the past week, he felt this pain.

Jealousy.

Jealousy towards Jimmy.

Jealousy towards the kingdoms people.

The crown was meant to be his. The throne, the ruling over the kingdom...

...And now, he has it.

#character joel and character jimmy #limited life #joel smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #smallishbeans fanfiction #solidarity #solidarity fanfiction #limited life bad boys #oneshot #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #oh yeah grian is here too uh? kinda?#grian #character grian

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GENRE: fluff

FEATURED: joel - mentioned

WARNINGS: nada.

PROMPT: joel is etho's sweet heart~

WORD COUNT: 330

//as someone who is also an enstarry who's heavily a maoP... i couldn't help it with this oneshot, i had to base smalletho off my fave song. (whether you know about ensemble stars or not, please listen to finder girl.)//

If he was able to keep a camera on him at all times, Etho would have taken thousands of photos of the male that stood in the distance.

With the way that the sun shined an outline around Joel's being, although the smile he wore shined far brighter. His smile was a radiance that nothing could compete. A charm that unparalleled any universe possible.

The smile that sparkled like billions of stars made him tempt to focus his stare onto only one certain detail of Joel, but his heart dives into confusing feelings that sends his mind into an array of dreamful colours and every time, Etho immediately looks away, whether Joel had noticed the sense of his glances or not.

His mind would be a flurry of cherry blossoms. Pink petals drifting in the gentle breezy touch of spring — the warmth bloomed in his chest like the endless hours of summer. His emotions never failed to dive into the fall into the leaves of autumn.

The piles of yellow, red, and orange - each individual leaf held a memory of love and pain between Etho and Joel.

Of cold promises being made, like snow being rolled into a massive ball. Each white speck was a word spoken in between one another.

It was as though no matter where Etho went, his mind would remind him of the brilliant primary hours about Joel. He could never take his eyes off the male with the kelly green streak. Whether it was in dreams or during reality, the one with the umber eyes always showed different angles of his personality that Etho could never stop pointing about to himself.

And with those flurry of thoughts, the petals that stayed bright and full of life whenever Joel was nearby for whatever occasion or meaning, Etho wished he knew how to stop prying from the window of wanted needs and to go up to Joel and ask him to be the finder of his heart.

#oneshot #character joel and character etho #ethoslab fanfiction #ethoslab #joel smallishbeans #smalletho fanfic #smalletho #smallishbeans #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt

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GENRE: fluff!(?)

FEATURED: joel~

WARNINGS: none!

PROMPT: etho finds joel asleep...

WORD COUNT: 469

For minutes on end, Etho has been walking around the tight layered area. Peeking his head past open doorways and narrow alleyways. His voice echoed for infinite miles with each word he spoke.

He needed to have a word with Joel. Important sentences must be said, but with every crevice he looked down upon, every window he was able to glance through, there never seemed to be any sign of the male with the kelly green streak that he needed to speak to.

Etho's luck was beginning to tick down with a fast-paced time. Worry slowly started to settle like a piece of butter sizzling in a very hot pan.

Yet as he then turns one more corner around this maze of a place, Etho comes to a halt for a moment as he comes across something... or rather, someone.

The worry he felt spiked in his chest. Warning signs blaring loudly and bright in his mind as he runs along the path and stands in front of one of the few buildings.

Etho skids to a stop once close by, kneeling down as he comes across Joel with his eyes closed, back leaning against the wall. He reaches one hand out, nudging the brunette on the shoulder, his hand lightly grazing over some places of Joel's figure as his eyes follow with, only to let out an exhale from relief after realising that the other male was okay.

He wasn't sitting here unconscious from pain. Instead, he must have fallen asleep after a busy day of building or something other. Etho lets the tense feeling in his figure deplete. Under his mask, a smile makes its way to his facial features as he eyed Joel over once more.

Etho then looks around the scenery that the two were in, in this rural place. Noticing that the sky was dark. The stars shined softly as the moon took most of the spotlight for the glowing attention of glory.

He thinks silently to himself for a moment, wondering what to do. Whether to wake Joel up or let him sleep on... soon, he decides on the latter.

Whatever it was that Etho wanted to talk to Joel about, it could wait, couldn't it? That's the thought that came to his mind as he shuffles his figure around to sitting next to Joel, his back leaning against the cold-felt wall. He reels one arm towards Joel and pulls the smaller close to his side, resting Joel's head on his shoulder with his own head laying partly atop of his.

This was far more important, Etho notes, letting Joel take a rest. He'll stay with him until he wakes up to talk about the subject anyway.

For now...

Etho closes his eyes.

...He doesn’t mind taking a small rest with the other.

#smalletho #smalletho fanfic #character joel and character etho #ethoslab #ethoslab fanfiction #smallishbeans fanfiction #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #boat boys #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #oneshot

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GENRE: angst - zombie apocalypse hinted au

FEATURED: etho (mentioned)

WARNINGS: death, ooc

PROMPT: and at last, the world let's him rest.

WORD COUNT: 347

"We did it, Etho." A quiet chuckle leaves deep from within Joel's throat. His voice sounding scratched and quiet to the point that the simple winters breeze was far louder than his tone.

"We've made it out... after so many years." A lopsided grin rests on his facial features. His expression wrecked with exhaustion. Mud and other such grime covered the skin that he let's show to the cold air.

From where he stood in the set of woods, he let's himself fall flat onto his back. Puffs of snow flutter up to mix with the mote and then flurry back down all around Joel's figure.

His umber coloured eyes glance towards the sky.

The only colour to be seen was white. White clouds and white snow. Huffs of condensation left between the thin gaps of his lips, also coloured a faded white. If Joel wasn't so delirious in his state right there, he probably would have complained about how there was too much white.

It's a bright and irritating colour. It shined brighter than the sun. It shined far more than all the stars combined together in a painting. The colour white was horrendous.

His focus then reeled towards the rounded stone dug into the woods mudded floors. He reaches one hand up to it, twisting his wrist in an awkward way as he attempted to swipe some of the snow away, just about seeing engraved letters written into the stone.

It held Etho's full name, albeit messily, but it was still quite easy to read, even after many years of it being carved into the grey earthly piece.

"The apocalypse is over, Etho." He twists his body to laying onto his side, sliding himself closer to the engraved stone. His eyes begin to close.

"I can finally join you on the other side."

He curls his knees in towards his chest, one hand still grazed against Etho's name on the stone, his body coming to a halt, he let's his grin slide into a small, weak smile.

Joel's voice becomes incredibly quieter.

"See you soon."

//kytori stop killing the boat boys challenge. (i fail)

#oneshot #character joel and character etho #smalletho #smallishbeans #smalletho fanfic #joel smallishbeans #ethoslab fanfiction #ethoslab #- well it's more so just joel and etho is mentioned oops

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i wanted to read ur smalletho fic but got so put off by the first person :( most fics aren’t in first person and it really threw me off

I'm sorry it threw you off, duder, truly. The new oneshot is mostly a test to see if I can write one of the guys in first person to be honest as I want to branch out with the ways I write... trust me, though, the first person isn't staying, haha! Third POV is my best friend. Whilst first POV and I are just strangers who said hello in a street~!

#!! not a oneshot !!

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GENRE: i don't know... neutral ig? | first pov!

FEATURED: joel - expected.

WARNINGS: ooc

PROMPT: there's this man in etho's dreams, but he can't figure out why he is there

WORD COUNT: 890

Whenever I slept, I always had the same dream. It was of a male. The same male.

A male with brunette hair, a kelly green streak striking through his strands, umber eyes that glowed unwildly.

He always did the same thing.

He guided me to a table - a table that sat in a void, a void of nothingness. It was just us and that table. He would let me sit down on one chair first. The pillows of the chairs were soft, comforting to the point that you could easily sink into its fabric and wish to never leave it.

Then, the male with the kelly green streak would sit down at the other end, fiddling with the cream coloured cloth that sat atop of the hand-made tables rough surface, situating the folds and the corners to a smooth point for only just a minute, until he quietly hums to himself in approvement then he leans one arm onto the table. Elbow against cloth, his chin rest lightly, cupped in the palm of one of his hands.

His umber eyes strikes with piercing emotions I could never quite decipher, there was an edge to them I didn't quite understand, an unrecognisable feeling that didn't really sit well in my heart.

His lips would move. Words flow majestically like someone reading the most perfect poetry imaginable. But I could never hear what he was saying, except his words made my heart beat... in fear? Excitement? Sadness, or anger? I wasn't sure.

I was never sure, and I doubt these repeated dreams would ever let me be so. But by reading the movements of his lips, I can only see the pronunciation of my name. "Etho," he always called out.

It made me curious to what stories this stranger I thought I didn't know was saying, always causing me to lean forward in my seat, yet as I do, in synchronisation like the tidal waves of the sea, he moves back against his seat further more.

Arms then crossing over one another, a grin - one that would be unsettling to most, but in a strange way, I would find it comforting in a sickening sense that no person should - rests comfortable along his facial features.

This male would laugh minutes afterwards. Head rising up, leaning against the chair rest. His figure jolts to the chorus of his laughter. I would always wonder what exactly his laugh sounded like. Was it nice? Or perhaps was it manic? There are so many pitches that this male could possibly pull through by just his looks and actions.

By the time his laughter calms like the ocean during summer hours, he would have a hand beside him, his focus reels next to him, and his lips would move like as though he was talking to someone. Whenever I looked over, no one was there.

It was just us, the table set, and this lonesome void. Nothing and nobody else existed. No memories and no places to be.

It was us, and just us...

At that same time, food would appear on the table. The man with the kelly green streak would push a plate towards me, an assortment of food lies piled up so neatly. Meat and vegetables coloured together like the most beautiful art piece you can ever land your eyes upon. I was almost always too scared to pick up a fork and eat it, ruining the precious patterns.

The smell always reeled me in either way. Each smell was fresh and better than the previous bites I dig into, same with the tasts, and as I eat, I look up to see the same man joining me. The way he eats his food always makes me want to laugh. This male who gave off the vibes of a king, or perhaps a deity, was suddenly washed upon like a young child, tending to separate individual food with one another, giving looks of disgust to one half of his plate whilst the other half he couldn't help but dig in and eat very messily with.

That grin of his softened as soon as the fork met his tongue. His eyes would scrunch closed. The look reminded me of a puppy when they get head pats in the morning.

Perhaps I found it cute. Something that seems uncharacteristically for this male I dreamed of quite often.

And when food time was over, so was the dream. I could feel my body move without control, I try every time to pull at the strings of my body to sit back down. I wanted to learn more about this man I dream of every time I close my eyes to sleep.

My head would knock towards his. The male would wave at me, and I sent the same gesture back. He would say a short sentence to me. A sentence of three words or perhaps it four or five, but I never know what they quite were nor what was it I ever replied with back to the man, because by then, time is up, and I would awaken once again to begin my day and long for the dream that never seems to change.

I see this man in my dreams, but I can never find out the explanation as to why he is always there.

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