HermitCraft storydump

A Fluff Compilation (Short Stories)

(Minor edits 6/2025)

Magesties~!

I'm done procrastinating for the time being, soooooo...

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I made this compilation because I was writing story prompts and I couldn't figure out how to lengthen the story after I drafted ᕕ(ᐛ) ᕗ

11:30 motivation, yay....

Sleeping In - Bdoc

POV: 3rd person

Bdubs awoken at the sound of shifting sheets. He drearily opened his eyes to see Doc sitting on the edge of the mattress.

"Off to work already?" His gravely early morning voice seemed to startle Doc. He turned around, softly smiling down at Bdubs. "Mhm," He nodded, "I have to finish a farm."

"What time is it?" Bdubs yawns, reaching up to rub his eyes. He grabbed his communicator off the side table, switching it on. "3:51..." His brows furrowed slightly, "Doc, what time did you get to bed?"

Doc turned to face the wall away from Bdubs, silently hiding his face.

"Can you sleep in? Just for today, it's so early!" Doc probably hadn't even gone to sleep at all. He probably just lay there until he decided he wasn't being productive, Bdubs mused. "And, it's raining..."

"B, you know I have to work."

"Please?" He grabbed Doc's arm, turning part-cyborg around to face him.

Doc gently tried to remove Bdubs' fingers from his arm. "I can't. You know that." He successfully escaped the shorter man's grip, his hands lingering in Bdubs' own.

"Yes, I know, but you never do anything besides work!"

Doc brought Bdubs' hand to his lips, pressing a kiss into the palm and rubbing at it with his thumb as if to smear it into Bdubs' skin. "B..." He trailed off, unable to form an argument when the shorter man was looking at him with those eyes.

"Please. This is for your sake." Bdubs squeezed Doc's hand.

He couldn't. He had work to do; block off the rest of the TNT craters, finish his iron farm, sort through his chests...

He stared down at Bdubs. "Ten minutes." Doc finally relented, raising the quilt and sliding under it.

Bdubs lifted the comforter with an arm, pushing the taller man to move closer.

Doc huffed deafeatedly, a trace of a smile on his lips as he moved over, adjusting his arms comfortably around the shorter man's chest. "Happy?" Doc mumbled into his chest.

"Very." Bdubs said quietly, tracing small spirals into the man's back. He loved fleeting mornings like this. The soft tapping of rain against the curtained window and his workaholic boyfriend begrudgingly cuddling with him even for only a couple extra minutes. He felt so lucky. He buried his face into Doc's hair. He smelled like spruce wood and redstone. He moved his arm to pull the covers over them comfortably, before slowly drifting back off to sleep.

(Word count: 311)

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