TW: A LOT OF GENERAL ANGST AND DEATH, MOST OF WHICH IS HEAVY ON BLOOD AND GORE, IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING PLS DO NOT READ THIS FIC
Etho thought the Hermits could pull through after the death of their beloved admin, Xisuma. The server still ran with the help of the few others who knew how to code, bases and contraptions were still built, pranks and jokes were still shared in spite of the grief that tugged in their chests. They would be alright, surely. It would be rough, but in the end, things would be okay.
Then another Hermit dropped dead. Then another. And then they didn't stop.
It couldn't be a coincidence, but it was hard to believe anyone strange had broken into the sever, and much harder to believe a Hermit was behind it, when the deaths were completely natural, and the ones who witnessed it found no foul play themselves.
With the help of his fellow Team Canada member, Beef, and his totally-not-obsessed ex-soulbound Joel, as well as the rest of the members of the server, Etho must find death's pattern and figure out how to prevent it before it reaches any more of his friends. Even more so, before it reaches him.
But will knowing the order in which it occurs be enough to save their lives?
(Note: This fic is heavily inspired by the Final Destination series, and may contain references to the movies here and there, but it is NOT a Final Destination Hermitcraft AU. There will be discrepancies between the lore of FD and the lore of this story, just wanted to clear that up. Thanks for reading!)
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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