𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝕏𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕕 ~ 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕

I know I promised a Ren oneshot on my announcements page... But Xisuma <3

MCYT: Xisuma! I've been watching his Hermitcraft recently and he's so wholesome I cannot get over it :'D

SMP or AU: Hermitcraft SMP

Type: All of the fluff/established relationship

Pronouns: They/Them

Notes: Y/N=Your Name [Also, I was listening to On Melancholy Hill by Gorillaz whilst writing to this, so if you want some ambience, I guess listen to that while you read]

Premise: Like basically every Xisuma centric story ever, he's been overworking himself on admin duties and isn't about to go take a rest unless you stage an intervention.

Trigger warnings: There is not a single trigger warning in this

Y/N's POV

A sigh of disappointment graced my lips as I surveyed the area. It was an unsurprising scene lay out in front of me like some sort of dream-like landscape painting, but one that still brought a frown to my face. Several empty mugs were scattered around the desk and there was not a single light source, save for the blueish hue of the monitors. And to top it all off, a very stressed-out admin muttering feverishly whilst his eyes grew glassy from starting at tiny lines of code.

I cleared my throat, hoping to gain Xisuma's attention, but all I got was a slight inclination of his head, which probably wasn't even a reaction to me. A smile of amusement ghosted my lips as I watched him continue to turn his head, trying to read the white lines scrawled across the screen from a different angle. It was a sight to behold.

"I don't think reading it upside down will help, X." I chuckled quietly, making my presence known to a more successful level. I watched the admin freeze in place before spinning on his chair to face me. I raised an eyebrow at his appearance. I was surprised at first to see his actual face, but soon noticed his helmet resting on the corner of the Spruce wood desk. Dark circles painted under his eyes like a heavy-handed artist took a thick brush to divet at the top of his cheeks. Chestnut hair was perhaps more unruly than usual, sticking out at odd angles and tickling his forehead; I also noticed a small coffee stain by the corner of Xisuma's mouth, currently pulled into an expression of bashful shock.

"Y/N," He started, raking a hand through the mess on top of his head guiltily. "I was not expecting you."

"I'll hope you seeming not pleased to see me is a result of your tiredness." I joked walking forwards and placing my hands on the back of his chair which had been slowly spinning back to face the desk again throughout the short exchange.

"I'm really not that tired-" The look on my face was enough to silence him. I narrowed my eyes, scanning over his work station.

"There are six empty mugs here, and judging from the aroma making my eyes water, they were all filled with coffee." I noted.

"If I told you it was decaf would you believe me?" X asked, craning his neck up to look at me.

"No." I rebuked instantly.

"That's probably for the best, because I'd be lying." No surprises there, then.

"X, love, what are you even doing that's keeping you awake for so long?" I chided gently.

"Mumbo was complaining his Enderman farm wasn't working to one-hundred percent so I was searching through the spawn-rate data and I realised I never set the optimisation up because I'm a derp and now we're here." He rattled off. I shook my head in disbelief, slipping my arms forward to settle on his shoulders and join together just by his chest in a light embrace. I gave a wry smile, feeling the admin's face lean against my right arm.