Hermitcraft Oneshots

The midnight ramblings of a sleep deprived poet

Joe x Cleo is so underrated. I fucking love these two. Send content I need.

Light and fluffy no triggers or anything.

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"Oh my god, it's three am, shut up," Cleo whined, burring her head in a pillow. 

"But I have so many questions! Why are we here, what's the meaning of life? You're a zombie, right, you died, what was it like?" Joe didn't even sound tired, voice full of wonder as he stared up at the ceiling.

"I know why you're here," Cleo murmured with a sigh, her voice irritated and exhausted. "To piss me off! Go! To! Sleep!"

"How can you sleep when there's so much we don't know! What's beyond the stars, if you kept flying with your elytra could you reach the end? If we kept falling in the void would we reach the nether?" Joe couldn't say he didn't notice Cleo loosing interest, but at that point he was mostly speaking to himself.

"Joe, you know I love you, but in the nicest way possible, shut the fuck up." Cleo sighed, shoving a spare pillow over her ear.

"Well where's the benefit in that! We'll never learn if we just 'shut the fuck up'," Joe kept rambling, hardly noticing Cleo getting out of bed until she was practically through the door.

"Wait no- Cleo you know I'm scared of the dark don't leave me-" Joe sat up straight, letting out a high pitched whine as looked at Cleo, puppy eyes on full display.

"I'll stay if you promise to go to sleep," Cleo said, giving Joe an ultimatum.

Joe seemed to seriously consider it, before he let out a sigh. "..fine, I'll sleep."

"Good.." Cleo hummed, slowly sliding back into bed.

Sweet silence.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and it wasn't long before she was out cold.
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Cleo woke up, alone in bed. Light streamed in from an open window, slabs of yellow morning sun assaulting her skin.

Another day in the wonderful world of hermitcraft.

She let out a disgruntled sigh, sliding out of bed.

Her shirt hung loose off her shoulders as she stumbled her way to the kitchen, not entirely surprised to see Joe nursing a cup of coffee into his system.

"Howdy Cleo!" He cheered, sounding too awake for this time of morning.

"How many cups of coffee have you had?" Cleo deadpanned, trying to rub the exhaustion out of her eyes.

"Three!" Joe said excitedly, a big, sloppy smile on his face. He pushed his glasses up his nose, eyes scrunched shut in a happy expression.

"Jesus, we talked about this- when did you get to sleep last night?" Cleo asked, walking over to Joe, hand on her hip.

"..I didn't.." Joe murmured lowly, "but that's not the point! The point is I had plenty of valuable thinking ti-"

"Joe." Cleo said firmly, looking down at Joe disapprovingly.

"I'll try to get some more sleep," Joe sighed, waving his hand at Cleo.

"Good." Cleo hummed, softly kissing the top of Joe's head.
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Fuck you i wrote this in three seconds. I was searching for prompts and this was just too good to pass up.

-yours, the author