Hermitcraft/Empires oneshots/drabbles

Music - Olix

Sorry if it looks rushed... Sometimes I randomly think of a scene and think 'Damn, I NEED to write that somehow!'

So this was the random scene here: Oli playing a lullaby on his lute, and Pix lying with his head in Oli's lap.

I also headcanon that in this... Mix of real life and minecraft, drinking a potion has drawbacks! These drawbacks are something I call potion sickness. I'll cover it more in a fanon concept chapter

Another one: Oli can weave magic into his music. Mild magic- Stuff to calm someone down, make them sleep, make someone happy, whatever. I just think it's cute!

Enjoy!

Story type: Fluff

Season: Esmp S2

Tw: A bit of described injuries/broken arm (Please do tell me if I miss any Tws in any of my oneshots!)

Pix had his arm in a sling. An artefact had blown up when he had been studying it, leaving him with a few burns and a broken arm from when he had gone flying back. Oli had found him, bleeding and struggling. He had splinted Pix's arm and bandaged him up. Unfortunately, it meant Pix couldn't do anything for the next month, so naturally, he was grumpy.

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'Pix, what are you doing?' Oli entered the room. Pix winced. Busted. 'Uh... Sorting artefacts.' He replied truthfully, gesturing to the table, littered with interesting finds. It had been tedious with one hand, but better than sitting and doing nothing. Oli sighed. 'Pix, you know you have to rest... Your arm will heal faster.'

'But I don't want to!' Pix argued, flopping over the back of his chair like a child. 'Its boring, I need to work!'

'Pix.' Oli said firmly.

'Fiiiiine.'

'Pix, have you been taking your healing potions?' Oli asked, stepping forward and gently sliding the junk- Ahem, artefacts- To the sides of the table.

'Ew, no. Potion sickness.' Pix batted at Oli's hand 'Hey, gentle with those!'

'Pix...'

'What? It's bad!'

'You know its, like- Ten p.m? Right?' Oli questioned, picking up Pix and taking him to his room.

'I knowwww.' Pix muttered. 'I did it now so you wouldn't find out. Lot of good it did for me.'

Oli laughed. 'Too bad I don't sleep either.' He pushed open Pix's bedroom door.

'Do I have to sleep?'

Oli nodded, putting Pix down on the bed. 'Yep!'

'Uh... Stay with me?' Pix asked, tugging at Oli's sleeve.

'Of course.' Oli sat cross legged on the edge of the mattress. Pix lay down, resting his head on Oli's lap. 'Play something?' Pix requested, pointing at the bard's instrument with his good hand. Oli chuckled and unslung his lute, plucking a string, then breaking out into a soft, gentle melody, weaving a bit of magic into it to lull Pix to sleep. By the end, Pix was passed out on his lap. Oli pulled a blanket over him and leaned to, kissing his forehead. 'Good night.' He whispered.

That didn't come out exactly as expected, but still good!
Peace out