AJSJSHHUEEU YOU WRITE THE BEST ETHO FICS IVE READ!!! if it ainât to much trouble, can I ask for etho trying to fluster the reader? take care of ya self, love your work!
What a Flirt!
Etho x Reader
Notes: Sorry this took so long! And thank you for the compliment! Iâm not too confident in most of my characterizations, but itâs good to hear you enjoy my work. :)
Word count: 792 words
Etho is an energetic man. Heâs always on the move, working on some âtop-secretâ project, or having fun with his closest friends. The energy had always endeared you, and you and Etho had become good friends after a while. Etho is energetic as a fact of life, and recently, on top of that, Etho has become a flirt.
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On Monday, Etho had cornered you just outside of your base, leaning against a fence post and giving you a smile.
âHave I ever told you that you have a beautiful face?,â Etho says, smiling brightly. You level him with a blank stare, and his smile wavers. âWhy are you looking at me like that? I mean it!â
âSure, Etho,â You sigh, smiling at his attempt. In recent days, Etho had seemingly made it his mission to fluster you, whether out of affection or entertainment, you canât tell. âCome here, youâve got a loose strap on your harness.â
Etho steps towards you, and all but halts his breathing. Your hands adjust the straps of the harness gently, fixing his elytra more tightly to his back. Looking up at his face, Etho avoids eye contact, going as far as to turn his head from you. Even still, you spot the light dusting of pink that adorns his cheeks.
âHm. Seems like youâre losing at your own game, huh, Etho?â You tease, bringing a hand ip to poke gently at his face. He swats your hand away, his blush intensifying.
âIâm not losing at anything, Iâll have you know,â He pouts, once again swatting at your hand. âIâm not even started yet. Just you wait.â He says, puffing out his chest, similar to a bird.
âOkay, birdie, Iâll wait to see what you have in store.â You laugh, shooting his embarrassed face a glance as he realizes what you had called him.
âHey! I am not a bird!â He says indignantly, and you laugh once again as you walk away from Etho, and as he watches you go.
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On Tuesday, as you were brewing potions, arms deep in a cauldron with a heavy sheen of sweat over your face from the heat, Etho once again came to find you.
âYou look stunning today, sweetheart,â He teases, leaning over the windowsill as he pokes his head inside of the window. âI love someone with such creative passions.â You smile, rolling your eyes.
âEtho, you should move. This potion splashes, and it causes boils on the face. Itâs a prank potion, yes, but itâs still not pleasant, especially before dilution.â You tell him, and he gapes at you before standing straight up.
âWhy didnât you tell me sooner! I was over that for five whole minutes!â Etho whines, placing a hand on his forehead.
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Wednesday comes soon as well, and Etho makes haste in finding you in your garden. He sits next to you casually, laying out and facing the sun. He pulls down his mask, bathing his face in sunlight, and you note in the back of your mind that you rarely ever see him in the mask when itâs just you two.
âFine day today, hm?â You say gently, uprooting a weed and tossing it into a wicker basket. Etho hums, eyes still closed and a peaceful smile painting his face. Smiling, you return to your weeding, systematically ripping weeds out of the ground and discarding them for future use. Etho stirs slightly, and when you look over, his eyes are locked onto you.
âHello there. Finally awake?â You say, absentmindedly organizing your weeds into separate bundles. He doesnât answer, but his hand finds yours relatively quickly.
â Quiet day, huh? I get it. Would you like to join me for some tea?â You ask gently, Rubbing a thumb over the back of his hand and giving him time to reply.
âYeah. Tea sounds nice.â He sighs, letting go of your hand to stand. He then offers his hand to you, and pulls you up. The two of you walk the few yards to your base together, hands linked at your sides. You can feel Ethoâs gaze on your face, firmly locked onto you.
âYou know,â Etho begins, his thumb caressing the back of your hand, âI canât imagine life without you by my side. I donât think Iâve ever enjoyed someoneâs company like Iâve enjoyed yours.â
You pause mid-step, face flushed, and cover your face with your hands. Etho looks at you, confused at first, then smug.
âI did it! I told you I would-â Etho quiets immediately as you press your lips to his, muffling whatever âi-told-you-soâ he had coming.
âYeah, yeah. You told me you would.â You smile gently, rolling your eyes as you kiss him again. âYou win, Etho.â
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I was wondering if you are willing to write a Tango x Etho x gn!reader (or just Tango x gn!reader if you don't want to write poly atm)?
Pairing: Tango x GN! Professor! Reader x Etho (kinda Pearl & Etho [Platonic] too ngl)
Includes: (small i think, but be aware they are there) SPOILERS FOR THE LATEST CHAPTER (16) OF DOUBLE-HEARTED, mentions of a secret relationship but also not really? (they havenât told anyone, but its not technically a secret), speculated cheating (doesnât happen), three uses of Y/N
Words: 2.0k
A/N: I always want to write poly đ I wanted to write something for DDVAU anyway to celebrate the new Double-Hearted chapter that came out ((if you havenât [you probably have, but on the off-chance that you havenât] go check it out on Webtoon, or here on Tumblr! Itâs a great comic about the DDVAU {Desert-Duo Vigilante AU} written by @//kitsuneisi and @//xmaruu11))
((p.s. if you don't like it/it's not what you had in mind, lmk and I'll write a new one!))
When Etho offered to set Pearl up with an interview with his boyfriend, this was not what she had in mind.
She did not expect to be walking into the university he worked at, glancing around awkwardly as she tried to find her way around. As much as she felt like she was back in college herself, she couldnât find it in her to care very much. Insider information with someone who was in the school during the attack?! It couldnât be much better for a reporter like her(who was also very interested in discovering the various mysteries Hot Guy has to hide from the general public).
Pearl brushed her hair back as she glanced at the paper in her hand, telling her exactly where she was meant to meet Tango. She looked at the building in front of her, confirming that it was the correct building and grinned excitedly, hurrying into the room. She quickly found the office she was looking for and peered into the window. Her brows furrowed when she saw two people talking softly in the room.
Tango, who was obvious because of his fiery hair, sat in his office chair, facing his desk. On his desk sat another professor. They were talking, only just loud enough for her to hear their words.Â
âCâmon, Etho asked me to do the interview for her.â Tango was saying. He reached over and grabbed the other professorâs hand. âIâm fine.â
The other sighed, âTango, I donât want you to relive that moment so soon after it happened. It had to have been traumatic!â
âIâm fine.â He insisted with a grin. âI promise, if I wasnât ready to talk about it, I wouldnât have the interview. I donât mind, really. It wasnât that bad, really.â
The professor did not seem impressed. They leaned their head back on their shoulders, âYou were dragged into a school that was taken over by some kind of spore creature and were attacked, I think-â
âWell, I wasnât really attacked per se-â He was quickly silenced by a glare. He chuckled awkwardly, pulling their hands towards him for a moment, âSweetheart,â Pearlâs eyes widened as she heard the pet name. Her brows furrowed. Sweetheart? Isnât Tango, Ethoâs boyfriend? Who is this other person? âItâs fine. I promise. If I wasnât up for it, I wouldnât do it. Come on, you have class soon and Pearl should be here soon. Iâll be fine.â
Pearl watched closely as they huffed and nodded. âFine. Tell me if something happens, promise?â They leaned in, pressing a kiss against his forehead. Pearl gasped, moving away from the window in shock. Her eyes were wide. After a few seconds, she could hear footsteps coming closer to the door. She took a quick deep breath and walked down the corridor for a moment before turning around right as the door opened. She plastered a smile on her face (after all, reporters have to be professional at their first official interview) and walked towards the door again.
âIâll see you after school, whoâs place are we meeting at, again?â Tango asked as he leaned against the door.
The other professor hummed before shrugging, âI guess yours. If that works for you?â He nodded. His eyes glanced to the side and he grinned as he noticed Pearl. The professorâs eyes followed his and they smiled. âOh, hi. You must be Pearl, yeah? Iâm Y/N.â
She nodded, holding back her true emotions. So Tango is cheating on Etho?! That doesnât sound like the Tango he talks about, but I guess even the âbestâ people can be shallow. âYeah, thatâs me.â Her voice was professional, offering a miniscule smile.
Tango nodded, âPerfect, youâre right on time. Iâm Tango.â He nodded towards his office. âWe have about an hour and a half until my next class, so we have plenty of time.â She gave him a smile and a nod, no longer as excited about this interview (though⊠she was still excited, admittedly).
After Pearl and Tango finished their interview, she was thankful for the insider information she now had. In fact, she almost forgot about the situation before the interview until she got a text from Etho as she was leaving the school.
Etho
how was the interview?
Pearl
uhhh it was good
I do have some bad news for you tho
Etho
yeah?
whatâs up?
Pearl
Iâd rather tell you in person, are you free today???
Etho
uh sure yeah, when do you wanna meet up
Pearl quickly gave him a place to meet and a time. She met him there with time to spare. She looked over her notes from the interview and the recorded copy she had. Her mind was fighting over being a good reporter and remaining completely unopinionated, and being a good friend and being very upset that her friend was cheated on. She sighed, covering her face with her hands. Itâs not like the cheating would be included in the interview, she reasoned. But, would it be okay to publish your best friendâs cheating boyfriendâs interview? What are the morals of this type of situation? Are there any?
A hand came in contact with her shoulder and she jumped, eyes darting to the side as her hands fell from her face. Her eyes narrowed, âOh, haha.â She deadpanned as Etho laughed softly. He sat across from her and raised an eyebrow.
âYou seemed distracted for someone who really wanted to tell me something.â He mused.Â
She hesitated, âWell, I was going over a kind-of moral dilemma.â
His head tilted slightly as he peered at her over the edge of his mask, âWhat morals? You went in for an interview and you came out with questions about morals?â He chuckled, âWhat did that man say to you?â
âHeâs cheating on you?â
Etho paused, brows furrowing, âWhat?â
Pearl let out a deep breath that she didnât realize she was holding. The words started flooding out, âI walked into the office, expecting him to be alone. But I stopped outside the window of his door and looked in and I saw this person sitting on his desk. You know how nosy I am, so I was listening! He called them âsweetheartâ?? And they kissed his forehead! They were clearly close and clearly dating or something! Then- then! They decided on staying over at Tangoâs house. Tonight!â
Etho was quiet for a moment, staring at her before he laughed. It was a louder laugh than she usually heard from him. âWhy are you laughing? Are you crazy? Heâs seeing someone else!â
âCome with me.â Is all he replied. He stood up, gesturing for her to follow him. Confused beyond belief (and questioning his own mental status), she followed him.
âWhere are we going? Are you not going to say anything?â
âYouâll see. Be patient, Pearl.â He mused. Pearl sighed, realizing she wasnât getting anything out of him anytime soon. The walk wasnât very long. They arrived at an apartment complex. He pulled out his phone, sending a quick text. As he did, he nodded to the call box. âPress Apartment 304.â Pearl hesitated. She knew this was not Ethoâs apartment. In fact, she didnât think she knew anyone in this part of the city at all. When he noticed she didnât move, he chuckled again, reaching over and hitting the button. Within a few moments, the buzzer made a different noise and the door unlocked. âCâmon.â
âEtho, where are we going?â
He glanced back at her as they climbed the stairs, âYou havenât put it together? And I thought you were a reporter.â He tsked. âWeâre going to Tangoâs place.â
Her eyes widened, âWeâre confronting them?!â
âYou could say that.â
Her heart beat with anxiety as the two climbed the final set of stairs. They approached the door with the number 304 on it. She kept glancing over at Etho. He didnât seem nervous at all. She paused. He glanced back.
âProblem?â
âYeah, what are you planning? What are you up to?â She accused, pointing at him. âYouâre being awfully calm about this whole situation.â
He laughed, leaning over and knocking on the door. She blinked as the door opened, revealing Tango. âHey, babe.â He said, leaning over with a grin, his eyes darted to the right and he laughed, âHey, Pearl. Guess we got some explaining to do, yeah?â
Her brows furrowed, glancing between the two. She went to speak when a voice interrupted. âEtho! Youâre here! Finally.â Her eyes blinked in confusion as the professor from the school came over, leaning over and wrapping Etho in a hug. He laughed as he hugged them awkwardly. âWeâve been waiting for hourssss.âÂ
âItâs been twenty minutes.â He said, rolling his eyes and laughing. He gently pulled them back and gestured to the right where Pearl stood. âSweetheart, this is Pearl. You remember her from earlier, right?â
They pulled back from Etho and glanced over, grinning, âYeah! Of course! You look so pretty by the way, I totally forgot to mention it because I was running late.â
Pearl couldnât wrap her head around what was happening. Her eyes darted from Tango to Y/N to Etho. âOkay, what is happening right now?â
Etho chuckled as his partner glanced at him, âI dunno, what is happening, Etho?â They questioned with a small, confused smile.
âWell, to answer both of your questions at the same time. I was invited to dinner with Pearl here because she had something important to tell me.â He nodded, almost gravely before laughing again. âShe told me our dear Tango here was cheating on me.â
Tango fully burst out laughing, using the side of the door to support his weight as he practically heaved laughter. Their partner looked taken aback for a moment before they gasped, âOh! Because of this morning! Oh, Iâm so sorry!â They laughed. âNo, no, no. Weâre all dating. Weâre in a poly relationship!â They clarified.
Pearlâs face relaxed slightly as she let out a breath, âOhhh.â She murmured. âThatâs why he wasnât freaking out when I told him.â
âI thought you knew.â Etho said with a shrug. âThen you came telling me that and I was just so shocked. I mean, youâve walked up on me and them on a date before.â
Pearl thought about before shaking her head, âI donât think so, only you and Tango.â
His brows furrowed, âIâm pretty sure- Oh, right! They were in the changing room when you ran into us.â He explained with another chuckle. Pearl glanced over as said partner wrapped an arm around Tangoâs waist. His grin seemed to brighten as he glanced over at them before refocusing. âI really did think you knew, though.â
âYou never talk about them? Only ever Tango!â
âI rarely talk about Tango to begin with, Pearl. Weâve been dating for a year and a half and you learned I was dating him, what, a few months ago?â He scoffed, âI just donât like talking all that much about my private life.â
Pearl nodded slowly, her brain piecing together the missing parts of the puzzle. âSo, you three are all in a relationship together?â The trio nodded in unison.Â
âI would have said something when we met if I had known you didnât know.â Y/N said, offering an awkward smile. âI would hate for you to think Tango would even be capable of thinking of cheating. Especially since you were interviewing him for something so serious.â
Tango groaned playfully, âSweetheart, Iâm tellinâ you! It was fine! Not a big deal.â They narrowed their eyes at him and he paused as they pulled out of his grip.
âI need to check the food, make sure itâs not overcooking!â They announced as they walked away. Tango had no hesitation to follow, talking about how it âwasnât a big dealâ as they walked.Â
Etho glanced over at Pearl, âSo?â
She hummed slowly, âSo what?â
âWhat do you think? Yâknow about me being poly?â
Her eyes moved to meet his and she looked slightly annoyed, âYou donât think I would think anything different than what I already do, do you? Cause this isnât a change at all. All it tells me is that you have more people who care about you.â While he didnât make a noise, she could tell his shoulders relaxed slightly. âEtho, I care about you. This wouldnât really change much of anything. Promise. Iâll see you tomorrow. Go spend time with your⊠partners?â
He chuckled softly, nodding, âYeah, yeah, youâre right. Iâll see ya.â
Where Etho is sick and the reader is dragged in to take care of him
As per usual, I've attempted gn reader but I am used to writing fem so if I messed it up let me know and I'll fix it
(UNEDITED)
You werenât sure why you were pinged by Gem to meet at Ethoâs base as soon as possible, but there you were, landing a few steps away from Gem in front of Ethoâs base. She turned around, clearly relieved to see you.
âEthoâs sick.â That wasnât good but you werenât sure why that required your immediate arrival, Gem seemed to catch on to your unsaid question. âHeâs refusing to believe heâs sick and wonât let anyone help him. Tango said heâs way too warm to just brush it off, and since Etho listens to you a little better than the rest of us I asked you to come.â
âI donât know if he will on this, especially if he wants to get back to his redstone.â You followed Gem into Ethoâs base and found him arguing with Tango and Pearl, both trying to get him to lay back down while Etho tried to get past them to work on whatever he felt was calling his name. Which left only one method that would maybe work.
âEtho?â He whipped around and smiled through his mask at you.Â
âHey Y/n! Want to come look at my farms if Pearl and Tango would get out of the way?â You held up some papers.Â
âActually, I have some plans Iâve been testing for a farm but Iâm not sure if I have the numbers right. Would you mind looking over them with me?â Etho paused and his gaze flickered between you and the papers. Â
âOf course!â With that, your fate was sealed. Etho ushered you to the kitchen table and the papers were laid out and he started pouring over them, figuring it out in his head and mumbling it out. It didnât take long to hear the effects of his fever. His rambling made no sense. Less sense than most of his redstone rambles. While he was talking, you gently placed your hand against his forehead. Etho froze before ever so slightly leaning against your hand.Â
Tango was right, he was burning up.Â
âAlright, that's enough. You need to get some rest, your fever is high.â Immediately Etho protested, âIâll make you a deal. If you listen to what I tell you, Iâll take care of you. If you donât, Iâll ask Doc too.â He weighed his choices. âHead to bed, Iâll be there in a minute with some things.â Etho jumped up and headed to his room, he was out cold when you went up three minutes later.Â
You took that time to get everything you needed together and make some light food for when he woke up. Knowing full well a sick Etho would take advantage of any open second to get away and go back to work and once he started it could be almost impossible to pull him away.Â
Etho was out until the next morning, and as predicted, he tried to escape out the window. Thankfully you had blocked all of them off so he couldnât but he still tried. Begrudgingly, he accepted the tea and sipped on it slowly while he ate his soup.Â
When you checked his forehead, he leaned into your touch more than he had the day before, he was also quite a bit warmer then he had been. Hoping you were wrong, you gently pushed his hair off his forehead and kissed it. It was worse, though you were pretty sure the sudden flush in his cheeks was not from the fever.Â
Etho whined and complained when he was sentenced back to bed but immediately calmed down when you offered to read something to him. Settling down under a large pile of blankets he fell asleep to the fairy tale you were reading to him.
The next time he woke up, he was delirious and to make it worse, he kept trying to get up to go work on some redstone project. Nothing you tried would convince him to settle down and at least stay inside.Â
âYou wanna know what will keep me inside?â
âYes Etho, I do!â Ethoâs expression morphed into something you werenât sure you wanted to know and he leaned a little closer to whisper to you.â
âA kiss, and not on the cheek, it has to be on the lips and you have to cuddle with me.â Oh boy, you had a feeling you knew how this was going to end.â
âI will give you a kiss on the lips and cuddle with you, if you listen to me and you can collect it when you're better and no longer contagious.â He pouted at the last part but seemed to accept it as he settled back down in bed and fell back asleep.Â
Three days later, Etho was better and you left to go back to your base for the first time in 6 days. It was nice to finally shower in your own home, and it would be nice to finally get a full nights sleep again in your own bed.
What you didnât expect was for someone to join you.
âItâs just me.â Etho. âI am here to collect my kiss and cuddles.â Of course Etho would remember that, why did you even agree to it i- Your thoughts were cut off by Etho pulling you closer to him.
âIâve wanted to do this for years.â Etho whispered before closing the space between your lips. It was a short kiss, but damn was it good. You could feel the questions in the air, questions you werenât sure if you knew how to answer. So you did the only thing you could think of that could possibly answer a few of them without having to find the words.
Placing your hand on his cheek, you pulled him back for another one. You could feel his smirk through your kiss and his arms tightened around your waist.Â
âI didnât know you were so obsessed with me.â He teased, before you could fire a response back he continued, a little more serious, âItâs ok though, Iâm obsessed with you too.â
PLATONIC REQUEST (If you include any romance I will be sad.)
Reader who is adventurous and curious, loving science and fantasy in equal measureâso long as no one tries to misapply them and claim falsehoods are factually true or that stories always need to be scientifically perfect. Intentionally tries to pick up lots of skills. Innocent and childish. Intelligent, but uses internal fact checking to discern lies, which obviously has limitations when trying to determine if someone is lying about *themself.*
Reader is friends with Scar and/or Etho. (So, personally, those two are my favorites right now, and I wish I could be friends with both of them. Approximately everyone who knows me in Real Life is unsurprised by this, because both of them are a type of person I like, and both of them have traits I like and want to cultivate in myself. đ€·ââïž Or at least, everyone would be unsurprised if I were the type of person to talk about having squishes [that's the word for wanting to be friends with someone, like a platonic crush] but I tend to keep my emotions about myself to myself, so only a few actually know.)
Anyway, I think that the differences between Etho and Scar can be really interesting. Of course, you can choose to only include one of them in the resulting Reader Insert story, if asking for two Hermits is too much, or you don't feel familiar enough with one of them to write for them, etc.
Other than the Reader being friends with one or both of the requested characters, you can have a lot of free will in the type and genre of the piece. Want to write silly fun times? I'm down! Want to write an adventure piece? Those are some of my favorites! Want to write about Reader helping the selected character(s) (or vice versa?) Sounds good to me! In the mood to write angst or hurt/comfort? I'll accept that too!
Anyway, if this was all too long, or too vague, or too dull, or you have any questionsâyou can message me and ask questions or request that I send in a better request myself! đ
Thank you for your time, consideration, and potential writing!
Fetching Wood!
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Character: Ethoslab x Reader, GTWS x Reader.
Type: Blurb (~2k)
Theme: Platonic
Summary: Unsurprisingly, attempting an adventure on the HermitCraft server attracts shenanigans.
TW: brief swearing.
A/N: I hope I did your ask justice!! These two are so silly together and so adventure awaits. :)
The chirping of birds drifts through the ajar window, letting in the sounds of morning calamity and the gentle breeze that brings with it the scent of deep woods and dirt. Your cluttered desk stands proudly in front of you, stacks of intricate designs meticulously sketched, bottles of experimental potions, gadgets, gears, suspicious white powder, and ink spattered across the solid dark oak. It was your workshop- or at least part of it. At the moment you are preoccupied from tinkering, rather you squint at the mess of your storage trying to decide what exactly this trip warrants.
You see, your build, a large wizard-esc tower and subsequent dungeons was a rather demanding feat, and with your newfound appreciation for the Nether woods and brick, you needed a trip to Nether.
It was much to your surprise that when casually discussing the idea with those surrounding you, your neighbor Etho was quick to jump aboard. Apparently he too needed a restock on warped logs and mushrooms, and was more than happy to tag along to make the process more enjoyable.
It was always exciting seeing the ivory haired man, so many Hermits (including yourself) looked up to him.
With the whole HermitcraftTCG and Decked Out craze of last season he was a hard man to come across besides fleeting moments in games. You would be lying if you said you weren't eager to impress. Tucking another fire resistant potion (you can never be too sure) you sigh and check the time.
No...it couldnât be that hour already...
Snatching up your backpack and skittering towards the door of your starter-starter base (something you will be tearing down) you made it out into the grass. You were so smart when it came to inventions you'd think you would be a little more aware of the time- but unfortunately not. Being late was an reality you lived with often. Snatching the reins of your beloved horse Millennium, you place a foot in the stirrup and very nearly faceplant off of the other side of his torso. He lets out a vibrating huff and you pout.
âCmon, I can't have a horse making fun of me.â You scoff, rightening in the saddle. The horse doesn't comment back, shaking out its mane and beginning to trot. You ease Millennium into a canter, riding with practiced ease through the forest towards your neighbor.
It's a bright and sunny day, the wind whipping across your face and tugging at your clothing where it is free from the confines of your armor. You had asked Cleo and Stress to help in making a perfect outfit to combine the high fantasy of the wizard tower with the stylish ease of a scientist. You say they have done wonderfully. Despite not actually having a tower to call home yet, you were eager to leap into the aesthetic.
Spotting the gorgeous blue ceiling you broke into a grin, pressing a bit harder to have your horse break into a dash. Leaping over a small creave you break into the clearing, spotting the man of hour leaning against the side of the portal- a full one with corners and all of course. He straightens at your sudden appearance, watching you with careful eyes- You stand up in the stirrups, throwing a leg over and slowing the horse to let you jump off. Millennium whinnies and turns, slowing to blink at you. You hit the ground with a small âoof!â knees bending to not topple over.
âTadaaa!â You wiggle in the ever-corny jazz hands, watching his expression crinkle into a smile. His light chuckle makes you beam in pride.
âWoooow what an entrance.â Etho claps slowly, muffled by his fingerless gloves. It was almost sarcastic but it amused him nonetheless. âAlmost makes up for the fact you're late- huh?â He prods, clearly in a teasing manner. You pout.
âOnly by-â You check your watch. âHalf an hour!â It's defensive, but you stick your tongue out to show no harm.
âMhm, still late.â He turns sharply on his heels, now facing the portal. âWe better start moving so we still have daylight!â
âItâs 9:30, plus weâre going to Hell- No sunlight there.â You quickly tie up Millennium, taking a tic to admire the build. Pacing quickly to catch up beside him, you note vaguely that he didn't move, instead throwing a coy smile (Hermits got used to only reading his eyes) down at you before stepping into the swirling purple depths. It was always nauseating, the world thrown off kilter and shapes fluttering behind your eyes. Then the pure heat- it prickles your palms immediately with sweat and makes you wipe them on your pants as you step out onto the odd red stone, slightly squishy under foot. It was an eyesore as always, the usual red cavern punctuated by glowing portals and scattered cobblestone paths.
âSooooo.â You drawl, turning to face him- he looks odd in the environment. Pale skin and stark haired reflecting the orangish hues of ever-burning fire. Greens of his outfit reminding you much of the holiday season. âLead the way captain.â You prompt- the notification of âGoing deeperâ noting your lack of experience in this particular world. He chuckles, but sets off, picking around fires and large craters. You follow to a tee, analyzing the scenery in an attempt to memorize it for later. You've almost committed this well populated spawn area when a panicked scream breaks through the crackling silence. Jumping out of your skin you launch towards Etho- sword drawn. But that screamâŠIt wasn't a ghast-
âNO NO IM SORRY I KNOW I FORGOT GOLD JUST SPARE A SCAR ONE SECOND!-â Hightailing from around a corner the offender nearly knocks into you, letting out a yelp. Scarâs eyes are wide, his expression that of pure terror, cheeks dusted in the same red dust as the scenery. A tic goes by as you open your mouth to speak, at the same moment he realizes you're friendly, dashing to cower behind you. The sound of a crossbolt loading pulls your attention from the man. The piglin snorts, eyes narrowed in bloodlust, weapon drawn as it searches for presumably Scar. Tattered tunic and scraped golden boots. You and Etho had planned accordingly- a gold dawning his boots as you opted for golden bracers- but a quick glance at Scar confirms he had in fact forgotten. Flicking your sword you swipe at the beast. Blade forcing it backwards. It squeals in surprise, having not seen you as a target. The crossbow rounds to your chest, you brace for pain. Then another blade cuts through the air. The piglin lets out one last squeal as it dissolves quickly into mist. Crossbow and leather toppling to the floor. You let out a breath and look to your savior with a pout.
âI totally had it handled!â You insist, poking him in the chest with a finger. It slides uselessly off of his iron chestplate. Etho blinks at you, then shakes his head.
âUh no, you were totally doomed and in need of a strong PvPer to defend you.â his quirked head shows his comfortable ease, and it warms you that he liked bantering. Too bad you were about to murder him.
âOh? Do you know one I can bring next time?â You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. He gawks.
âOohhh!-â
âThis is fun and all but do you have any food and gold I can borrow?â You had forgotten about him. Turning to Scar you flash him a grin, digging in your pockets for food.
âDidn't expect to save a charming Scar this fine morning.â You chuckle, offering some of the steak you gathered to his shaking hands.
âWell I didn't expect to be in peril- I knew I had forgotten something!â He eagerly crams the food into his mouth, chewing as he talks around the bite. âGood thing Etho came to save me.â It's a tease- but you still squawk.
âhEY-!â The unholy noise grates your throat, and causes him to nearly choke on the mouthful, swallowing hard to avoid choking. His muffled giggles tug a smile to your lips. âYou're an ass.â You spit, turning sharply away from him. âAnd to think I was going to share my bracers. Guess not!â
âWa-Wait!â Scar stumbles to bump against your back, straightening himself to not invade your space too much. âYou wouldn't leave a helpless scar all on his own?â His voice tilts into a whine, widening his eyes to plead. You scoff, gesturing vaguely to Etho.
âYou have an Etho, isn't he enough for you?â You snark back, Scar is silent. He sulks to the Canadian, throwing an arm across his shoulder to begin his sales pitch.
âEthhooo my buddy, you wouldn't happen to have some gold I could borrow?â Scar tries, offering a meek smile to the taller man. Etho hums, tilting his head to peer across the blazing landscape.
âNope.â He pops the p, eyes squinting into what must've been a shit-eating grin. Scar groans, letting his knees buckle in exaggerated disappointment. Etho shifts to slow his descent, the uniformed man sliding helplessly to the red floor.
âNeed me yet?â You call, shifting to spin and stare at the off pair. Scar groans again, but lifts his arms to grabby-hands. Splitting into a grin you trot towards him, sliding off one golden clasp. His fingers barely brush the surface before you snatch it away. âNuh uh!- you gotta say Iâm better than Etho.â
âHey!â Now it was Etho's turn to protest, placing a hand on his hip. âYou can't make Scar lie.â
âThen I guess he won't get any gold.â You shrug, Scar sputters. Using Etho as a pole to claw his way back up.
âUh- I didn't say that, I think you're incredibly talented and definitely better than any old Etho.â He smiles, flashing his teeth. You hum now, swinging the gold bracer around. Scar winces every time it nearly slips from your grasp.
âYea alright.â You toss the accessory and he lunges for it, fumbling for a few moments before managing a firm grasp.
âOh thank you kind and generous-â
âAlright, thatâs enough horsing around, we are already running behind schedule.â Etho interrupts, trotting back on path. You groan in childlike disobedience, but follow along. Scar stumbles to catch up.
âWhat are you guys doing?â He asks, keeping pace but tucking close to the protection of your side.
âFetching wood.â You answer, giving him a nudge. âWhat were you up to?â
âOh! Same here!â Scar answers confidently. You give him a once over. He doesn't appear to have even successfully made it to the biome, judging by the lack of mycelium on his boots. Raising an eyebrow skeptically he chuckles. âWell I was going toâŠâ
âThere's always space for another.â Etho butts in, clasping him on the shoulder. âEven if the role is just the goof.â
You giggle, causing Scar to shoot you a glare.
âI am more than just that!- I can be the entertainment, have you seen the most recent news about Mando?-â
You grin, a small excited noise leaving your throat. Etho groans loudly, retreating a safe distance to let you geek out. He knows the consequences of getting too close, being dragged into full body renditions of scenes.
Despite the blistering heat and hostile atmosphere, a few friends never fail to lighten the mood. You always feel safer when tucked between their shoulders, endless chatter filling the air. And maybe some shenanigans and mishaps occur along the way- but that's the fun of HermitCraft.
can i request reader x hermits (seperate) ? like reader has a bunch of old scars and on a hot day they wear a tank top and expose all of their scars? completely okay if not AND TAKE CARE OF URSELFđ«¶
Okay, let me tell you, as someone with quite a visible scar on my face (I was a very courageous and dumb kid) and a few less visible ones on my hand, I get asked about it so so often and this request hits hard and I have decided to put my whole soul into it as headcanons. I've just picked a couple hermits I feel would have different reactions to it so here u go!
HEADCANON:
Grian
This boy is not going to mention it, like, at all
He has his own bad memories and sad backstory so he understands that you might not want to talk about it
The only reason he would ever talk about it would be if you ever showed any discomfort or insecurity about it
If you just never talked about it he wouldnât either
Maybe at some point he would reassure you about yourself if youâre both deep in a relationship, but he would never explicitly mention the scarsÂ
If you do mention them at all, it depends on how you approach it
He knows how to tell situations very well and I think he would still be careful about it
If you approach it humorously, like it doesnât affect you then he will too
Maybe ask you where some of the bigger ones are from and expect you to tell him some good stories
If you get uncomfortable about them, or insecure he will reassure you
âI love you no matter whatâ or âI think they make you look coolâ
He will always be supportive
Mumbo
He does try his best, but the moment he sees you he canât help it
Shock on his face as he clearly looks you over
Itâs clear he is concerned, and if youâre alone he will ask you about it
Stuff like if youâre okay, if you ever want to talk about it or if you need anything
If you reassure him youâre fine, he will totally dote on you after he is done being shocked
Will kiss your exposed scars and talk about how pretty or handsome you are to him
He will totally try to spend extra time with you, both because he learned a new thing about you that makes him love you even more but also because he is secretly making sure youâre totally okay
Even if you say you are, he would rather make sure
He will keep a little bit of a closer eye on everything you do and every little emotion you display just to keep himself sure youâre really okay
Either way he loves you how you are
Scar
This fool, this dumbass man
He cannot keep his mouth shut at all
He thinks communication is so much easier and better than having to just bottle things up or keep guessing what everyone else is thinking
So he just mentions it, asks where theyâre from if youâre okay with him asking
He tries to guess it, if youâre not
The guesses will start out super detailed stories that are so far fetched as to ease you into it
âSo this one is obviously from a wolf attack, where you managed to fight off 3 wolfs the size of the moon with nothing but your bare handsâ
Then he will slowly try to reel it in and guess them more accurately
If one is sort of a piercing one, he will say you lost a duel in a bow fight
The one on your arm? That one is a cut from training your sword skills
He is just spitballing, trying to get it right
Either way he will pester you until you open up to him, he will not let it go
He thinks itâs so cool and really makes you look tough
Will ask you to protect him since youâre so strong
Will also definitely trace your scars whenever you are idle and he has the chance to
Even if you ask him not to, it just happens and he will laugh it off
He starts to slowly like them, the more he sees them
Every rare moment you show them, he slowly appreciates them more and moreÂ
Really weird but he has favorites
He just loves them to be honest
It makes you so uniquely you
Etho
No matter what he will start out by making some sort of snarky little comment
âDid you fight your kitchen drawer and lose or something?â
Itâs not mean spirited at all, itâs supposed to be humorousÂ
He just likes to approach things with lightheartedness and jokesÂ
He knows it might be a serious topic, but his objective is always to turn it into something fun or less serious to try and make you feel better about it
He wonât dote on you or reassure you like the others unless you open up about it
That doesnât mean he doesnât love you the way you are, his love is just more subtle like that
Itâs small things you wouldnât immediately notice about his reaction to it
Sometimes he will look at one of them and imagine the pain or maybe even accidentally imagine the person who might have given it to you
Itâll make him look at them with hatred, but itâs not directed at you even if it would seem that way
Heâd make up little fantasies of revenge in his head to clear the thoughts
At this point you might even be the one who will have to reassure him that itâs no problem anymore, if it ever even wasÂ
Bdubs
He will instantly be all over you, and no matter your approach he will be excited
Unless you just start straight up crying he wonât notice if youâre sad or insecure about them cause he is just so excited about seeing a different part of you
Heâs the same as Scar where he wants to know where every little scar comes from
If itâs serious he will of course reassure you, but he will definitely also compliment them no matter what
He just think they suit you, and in the end Bdubs is sort of just a hopeless romantic
Anything that is a part of you, he loves it
Anything that is you is beautiful
Which in turn makes your scars beautiful too
He feels closer to you, looking at them because in the end it tells your story and your past, making him feel like he is closer to itÂ
Itâs something heâs probably been sad about before, that not every inch of your life is tied together, that there are parts of you that he canât be a part of which is before you met
But seeing the scars can help him understand that part, and sort of relate to you in a way that he finds very intimate
So of course he will pester you about them any given time they are on display
He does love them, just as much as he loves you
Pearl
Sheâs definitely the most careful out of all of them, at least out of the ones who want to approach the topic at all
As much as she is a rambunctious personality she is also an extremely caring thoughtful individualÂ
And as much as she doesnât want to overstep her boundaries she also has to know youâre okay
So she approaches it very head on, but she picks her words very carefully
âI donât know if you ever want to talk about it, but Iâm willing to listen if you ever want to tell me anything about your scars.â
Thatâs all she ever says about it, and at that point itâs up to you to go to her about it
She wants to be as respectable to you about it as possible
She has the mindset that she doesnât need to know if you donât want her to know
As long as sheâs sure youâre okay now, your past doesnât matter to her
For what she thinks about them look wise, she does think they suit you
Itâs not going to change how she thinks about you, knowing you have a few scars
And she has a couple herself so it doesnât really matter
She still loves you
Tango
Tango is probably the one with the roughest reaction
He is pretty emotionally driven, and just seeing something like that on you genuinely breaks his heart
Itâs almost like he is going through the pain you went through with every single scar at once
Heâs almost just,,, getting teary eyed seeing you and you might get confused at the looks he is giving you as you see each other
You probably wonât understand exactly what is going on with him and he simply takes your hands in his and he stares at you before embracing you in a warm hug
He wants you to feel physically that he is there for you
âWhere are these all from?â
You cannot get out of a heart to heart with this man, and even if itâs all from totally normal and uneventful encounters he still thinks itâs very serious
Even if it was not traumatic like, at all, just you at some point being in pain is awful to him
Just the few times youâve gotten hurt while on the server with him has been awful for him so to know youâve gone through pain thatâs left scars is unbearable
He doesnât like your scars, hands down I will just say it
He hates having a constant reminder that you experience pain because he wants nothing but happiness for you
Obviously itâs delusional to think youâd never experience anything bad, he knows that, but he still wants that to be the case so bad and having to see it every time just sucks for him
Thatâs not to say he doesnât think youâre still beautiful, he does, he thinks youâre amazing
But he does just wish youâd never have to go through thatÂ
Xisuma
Oh boy
His first thought, and I am sorry to admit this, would be how hot that is
He loves that type of thing, he canât help it
This guy loves a man/woman with a story to tell, and scars to show
BUT that does not mean that the next thought isnât slight worry
Heâs been through it all, considering he is experienced with every kind of server and an admin who has had to consider all kinds of walks of life and he knows what some servers are like
That in itself has lead to him being very observant and mindful, and he also knows exactly how to handle it no matter what
He wonât ask, he will wait for you to come to him, if need be
If you do explain them, he will take it from there. Sad? Heâs got just the right words to assure you that youâre both safe and that it changes nothing in his opinion of you (It does.. He finds it so hot)
Happy and uncaring? He is making the best jokes youâve ever heard about it
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greetings. could u write a little imagine thing for ethoslab? watcher!reader or dsmp!reader thanks! preferably male reader. take ur time if u do write it. stay hydrated.
my fuck this is such a good idea thank you anon for being so smart
anyways dsmp reader with angst sorry about that
completely forgot u asked for an imagine so have a whole fic instead. I might write a seperate imagine for this one too tho
Every second spent in that lawless serverâironic, considering it had been laws that started warsâwas spent in the echoes of left behind misery. There was never silence in that world. If you managed to stumble upon even a sliver of quaint and quiet, you would find that it would have been better to have the ear piercing noise.
Y/n was lucky enough to have been left with one life. The last thing he remembered from the old server was the sorrowful eyes of his friends waving goodbye as he left. The portalâit vaguely reminded him of a nether portal if it was pinkâshrunk as Tubbo's and Ranboo's backs turned to leave.
He hugged the blue stained yellow sweater closer to himself as he turned towards the new serverâhis new serverâas the habitants greeted him with warmed welcome arms.
He was half afraid of building something that took effort. But one reassuring conversation with Xisumaâthe man somewhat resembled Dream. Why was his mask fucking green?âcoaxed him into building one of the biggest and best things he had ever created in his life. Well, it was just an "improved" Logstedshire, but it was the thought that counts, right? Building it reminded him of the time he spent with his brothersâthough one had been a ghost, it was fine. He even put a bell where he and Tommy wouldâ!
His hands stopped swinging the bell.
Tommy was dead. His younger brother had visited Dream in the prison where he was left to die. And he left his brother because he was too much of a pussy to confront the same man who had tormented him until he had a knife barely glazing at the skin of his throat.
He shook his head, running his hands through the mop he called hair as the bell ringed a final time. It silenced before it stilled. And then Y/n left his base.
Voices rang in his earâwas it his?âas he scolded himself for building something that gave him so much horrible memories more than the good ones. Why can't be just be like Ghostbur? Forgetful of the sorrows and always looking at the sun even through dark clouds.
His arms found comfort in himself, wrapping around each other as his nails dug into the skin under the yellow sweater. Wilbur wouldn't mind if he stained it, right? Wilbur would reassure him that it was fine, he was fine, it was all fine. And then he'd take the sweater and wash it. Because Wilbur was a good big brother.
No, Wilbur's dead. His brother was long dead before Philza killed him. Ghostbur wasn't like Wilbur, either.
He walked aimlessly around the server. He would have reminded himself of Ranboo's enderwalking state if he was in his own head. He watched as he passed by builds, ignoring the calls of concerned friendsâfriends? He had friends now?âas his feet brought him further and further from the build that he longed to blow up. Longed to tear into shreds bare handed as the memories of a pain long buried but never forgotten bubbled back to his head. Longed to feel the blood coat his fingers as his fists crashed through the shards of glass that showed the reflections of himselfâa man who was too much of a coward to save his little brother. Too much of a coward to stop his father from killing the brother he looked up to. Too much of a fucking coward to just shove the knife through his chest, in the same place the sword dyed the sweater blue.
He longed to let his hands, his arms, his whole body fucking hurt. The seating hot pain that followed, the ache, the numbness, before it disappeared and he'd wake up with one less life left.
A hand was placed on his wrists. Cold, it was so fucking cold, as it pulled his shaking hands away from the yellowânow red stained sleevesâsweater.
It jolted him awake. Whether it was the cold, the tug of his arms, the way his voice called to him, or his concerned eyes searching for somethingâjust somethingâin Y/n's unfocused stare.
"Y/n, hey," Etho's voice was gentle. He was patient as he tried to bring Y/n's eyes to his own. "Hey, hey, I'm here."
"IâEtho?" Y/n's voice was barely above a whisper, almost inaudible to Etho if he hadn't been paying close attention to him. "Whatâ?"
Etho's arms wrapped around his midsection, pressing him against himself as his hand raised to hold Y/n's head gently. "Thank void you're okay."
Hesitantly, Y/n wrapped his arms around Etho's neck. He hadn't realized his legs were shaking until his whole weight was leaned against him. But Etho didn't complain, he was strong enough to carry Y/n if he ever needed. And he did now.
Y/n sniffled. He didn't stop the tears flowing out of his eyes as he buried his head on Etho's shoulder. And Etho let him. He buried his head on his hair as Y/n's whole body shook.
Pressing a feather light kiss on the crown of his head, Etho whispered in the quiet forest. "It's okay, you can cry. But it is never your fault. None of it is."
Y/n's eyes searched the distance, and he realized just how far he walked when he spotted the world border a distance away. He sniffled and hiccuped as Etho gently and patiently combed through his hair.
He shook off his thoughts before it could remind him of a memory long past and buried himself further into Etho's clothes. It smelled like redstone, and the glowing red dust was enough to tell Y/n that he was working on a project before hand.
"Let's get you home, shall we?"
"No, not my place. Please don't bring me back there, not again."
Etho nodded. The pain in Y/n's voice stung his heart, and he knew he had to make him feel better. He kneeled down for a short second just to hook his arms under Y/n's knees and bring him up to carry him easier. Y/n's head still nested on his shoulder as he took off to the direction of his own base.
"My place, then."
"You don't have a proper base yet, Etho." Etho felt the upwards tug of his lips. His eyes glanced down to Y/n's whose reddened eyes watched the path they took.
"Hey, it's a home to me and it'll be a home to you!" He laughed to lighten the mood. Y/n's quiet chuckles followed after him and he smiled down at him.
"Thank you, Etho."
"Anytime, sweetheart."
Y/n could take down improved Logstedshire when he felt better. Then, he wouldn't have to do it bare handed. Or alone, he reminded himself, as his eyes found dual coloured eyes.
Summary: Their signature place to kiss you, and how they would react to you kissing them in that exact same spot.
Genre: Romantic fluff
Character(s): Ethoslab, Xisumavoid, Mumbojumbo
Author's Note: So anyways I started writingâ
Ethoslab [Wrist]
Etho's kisses are actually common in private and out.
So it's hard to call them a surprise.
But sometimes, some of his actions just caught you off guard.
You could be just walking, or just sitting somewhere together, alone simply basking in each other's presence.
That is until he grabbed your hand, and pulled it up close to his lips.
He didn't take his mask off: no. He kissed your hand through it.
While the colour of the fabric is dark, perfectly hiding his face away from the world, it's actually thinner than what you had expected.
You can feel his warm breath through it and he pressed his lips to the bottom of your palm, before slowly sinking to your wrist.
It's warm. You're not sure if it's because of his breath, or because of the fact that you're just absolutely flustered by his action.
With how his lips are pressed firmly, yet gently right on your pulse, you're made aware of how his actions affect your heart.
Pulling away, he look back up to you, you can feel his grin behind the mask:
"You seem a little flustered there sweetie. What'd I do? Hm? Care to explain?"
Kiss his wrist back. Just pull up the edge of his gloves enough, and kiss where his pulse is.
You can feel it quickened underneath your lips, but you know Etho.
He would just take your action as a challenge.
Now you're in a competition against your boyfriend, good luck, he's hard to defeat when it comes to flustering the hell out of you.
Xisumavoid [Neck]
This might be out of the blue, but if anything, Xisuma is a tease from the bottom of his boots to the top of his head.
So it's no wonder that his favourite place to surprise you with a kiss is your neck.
Just like Etho, his mask doesn't stop him from showing you his appreciation through kisses.
When no one's around, he likes to pull you in his embrace and just buries his face to the crook of your neck.
It calms him down, whenever he feels you so close in his arms.
But when the feelings of sentimentalism are over; he'd start pecking.
Firm kisses, butterfly kisses, hell he would even blow a raspberry on your neck just to hear your protest and struggle as he keeps you close.
Even with his mask on, you can feel that he's enjoying it.
And well, you can't blame him. You enjoy this type of affection from him, too.
"You're not gonna get away from me. Did you really think you could escape? I mean you probably could but you wouldn't. Would you?"
Doesn't mind if you kiss his neck back, if you can reach it that is.
Would actually love it if you do, though. It most likely will happen when you too cuddle.
He likes holding the back of your head and keeping you there: it gives him a sense of protection where he can both protect you, but also be protected by you.
Though if you want a more intimate scenario on his kisses, naturally, it's not rare for his pecks to turn into more intimate and desperate kisses.
The rest, really is up to you on where you want to take his kisses to. :)
Mumbojumbo [Palm]
One would think that Mumbo's main form of kisses are to kiss the back of your hand, or your knuckle.
-which are correct. But you would be surprised at how much he enjoys kissing your palm over the back of your hand.
Usually it would start with a greeting. Him taking your hand in his and pulling it up to kiss knuckles on your hand.
Then he would hold it there: breathed in your presence, before holding your hand in his and pressing your palm over his lips.
He likes burying his face in your hand, that's it.
He just likes to appreciate the tenderness and intimacy of giving appreciation to your hand.
It has finished many tasks and built many things, as well as going through many challenges. It should be right to appreciate and treat it as it deserves.
Bonus points if you greet him by cradling his face in your hands first!!
He'd just hold either of your hands and turn his face to kiss them each.
He's so soft, please kiss him back.
"Hello to you too, love. How was your day?"
Will actually die if you kiss his palm in retaliation.