Hermitcraft Oneshots

Brothers

A short little thing because I have inspiration and nothing better to do with my time.

Tw for death, murder, and slight graphic description.
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"Hold on, hold on," EX murmured quietly, holding his brother close. They were both just boys, one thirteen, the other just four years of age.

Both were skinny, but Ex had some muscle on him and was able to carry his bony younger brother with ease.

Ex ducked behind a corner, holding his brother close.

"Shh.. I know you're scared, but you have to be quiet." He whispered quietly into his brothers ear, facing his head into his chest.

Xisuma let out a small cry, "mu..mum.."

"Shh.. shh.." Ex whispered harshly. Even if X didn't understand the full reality of the situation he still knew something was going on.

Footsteps drew closer, jogging, boots against cold concrete.

Yells in a strange garbled language, a language that Xisuma and Ex spoke as a second language.

They got closer.

Closer.

"Forgive me, mother," Ex murmured, closing his eyes, tears rimming his lashes.

They turned the corner, raised their guns and-

Were ripped apart.

Ex's hand was extended, dancing with a strange black essence.

Magic,

which ripped the men apart.

Ex held his brother close, making sure he didn't see the carnage.

He lifted the boy up and held him close, running and running as fast as he could.

He came to a broken window, and he didn't even hesitate.

He leapt.

Black smoky mist pooled at his feet, carrying him far away and landing him safely on the ground.

He ran away from the building, ran ran ran until he could run no more.

He ran and he ran until his brother fell asleep, he ran and ran until he found somewhere safe.

He ran until his legs crumpled under him, landing in a back alley on the nasty side of town.

He closed his eyes, holding his brother as tightly as he could without crushing the poor boy's ribs.
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Ex woke up to his brother shifting in his sleep.

He was tired, but he got over it. He had more immediate problems.

They could survive a few days without food, and neither him nor his brother required water, but they had just narrowly escaped death- and the reaper never gave up easy.

They'd have to get out of town.

Their parents were dead.

Even if Ex didn't see it happening, he knew.

He would have cried, but his brother was relying on him.

He had to move forward.

He sat for a few minutes, gently drawing circles into his brothers shoulder.

It was peaceful, for now.

Ex knew he they would have to change their names. Flee the sector, possibly the whole planet.

There was no chance of anything returning to the way they were.

He would have to re-build their lives.

From scratch.
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Short asf but I didn't know what else to add.

Also I head cannon that Xisuma and Evil Xisuma are brothers and also from the moon.

So yeah.

I have a two songfics planned. Both ships. One fluff, one angst.

There's not enough stresskall angst on the internet and I intent to rectify that mistake.

Also I know I said chapters would slow down but then school got really stressful and I suck at coping so I procrastinated and wrote a bunch instead.

Which is a bad habit but whatever better than nothing.

-yours, inhale AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH