Herosteve Oneshots

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Steve's P.O.V.~
I was out looking for my partner, diamond sword in hand with a backpack full of different supplies. I had woken up that morning without him next to me, causing me to start to worry. At first I thought maybe he went out on a walk or to practice his lighting magic or something, but when I found that his pickaxe was still there, I began to panic; he never went anywhere without his favorite weapon.
  I walked for a good two and a quarter hours before the sun started to set. I didn't go back, though. Determined to find my beloved Herobrine, I continued on with my search. I was pretty far into the woods and it had gotten much darker when I realized there were no mobs around; no birds; no cicadas; no crickets; zombies; creepers; endermen; skeletons; there was absolutely nothing. The only things that were living were the trees and other plants that lived in the forest.
  I started losing hope that I would find him. Then, a random memory of Herobrine saying that all mobs would stay away from him unless he orders them to come to him. I felt a bit more hopeful now. Maybe Hero is near.
  I made a few turns, twisting my head in other directions as I walked to get a better view of what was around me. I saw a body curled up in a ball a few meters away from me after a few more minutes of walking. I carefully stepped over to it, hoping that it was in fact my Herobrine, but not wanting to startle it if it wasn't. I was relieved when I recognized it as my boyfriend, but was absolutely horrified when I saw that he was soaked in blood— his own blood. I immediately felt for a pulse and sighed in relief when I found one. He may have been alive, but he was also unconscious. I sheathed my sword and shuffled through my unorganized bag for anything medical-related, sighing and pulling out a roll of bandages.
  "Herobrine? Baby, please wake up!", I said, frantically trying to shake him awake. I stopped when I heard a pained groan. I looked to see Hero's eyes opening slightly. He looked up at me and smiled. He then tried to sit up, but gasped and collapsed back to the ground from the pain caused by the wound on his belly. I pulled him into a sitting position, leaning him against a tree and forcing him not to curl in on himself so I could bandage the wound. The wound would probably require stitches to heal, but I didn't have those materials with me, so just bandages would have to do, for now.
  He whimpered in pain as I rolled the bandages around his torso. "Honey, what happened?", I asked, concern laced in my voice.
  "I-I was pulled out of bed by someone and dragged o-out of our house. They tried t-to kill me, but I killed them first. They did manage to hit my belly, though," he replied, weakly. I gently pulled him to his feet so he could walk back home with me, but he ended up collapsing into my arms. I held him up since he wasn't able to do it himself. Pulling his arm over my shoulder and wrapping my free arm around his waist to keep him from falling, we started our walk home. He was weak because he lost so much blood, so he had most of his weight on me. Luckily, he was light enough for me to carry. At one point during our journey back home, he became too exhausted to move his legs enough to walk, so I had to carry him the rest of the way home.
  It was about midnight when I finally had our home in sight, and I had been walking with Hero in my arms for about an hour. And apparently, sometime during that hour, he had fallen asleep. I had to admit, it was nice to look down and see him sleeping peacefully in my arms, snuggling into my chest at random times. I was adorable, to be honest.
  I somehow managed to open the front door with my foot and brought Herobrine inside, setting him gently on the couch in the living room. I peeled off his shirt, which the blood had dried onto. I walked to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to wipe all of the blood that had dried onto his skin away and a surgical needle and thread. I went back to the living room, set the washcloth on the end table,  and unwrapped the now red and brown bandages from my lover's body. I was surprised to see that the wound had scabbed over.
  "Well, guess I won't be needing these," I said, setting the needle and thread on the coffee table that sat a couple of feet in front of the couch. I grabbed the cloth and pressed it to his skin, clearing the blood off. The water was cold and Herobrine is quite sensitive to cold, so he woke up. I noticed his beautiful glowing, white eyes open and I look at him, cleaning up the last bits of blood.
  "Hey, babe. How ya feeling?", I ask, pulling him up so I could wrap more bandages around him.
  "Mm... Kinda tired." Hero said, leaning against me, resting his head on my shoulder and closing his eyes.
  I made sure the bandages wouldn't fall off and said, "You don't need stitches, but you do need to rest. How about we go to bed."
  Herobrine just nodded in approval, continuing to rest on me. I smile and pick him up, carrying him down the hall to our room.
  I lay him on the bed that was in the center of the back wall. I took off his shoes and pants so he could sleep comfortably and got into my pajamas. I slipped under the cool covers, pulling them over mine and Hero's shoulders. I pulled him to my chest, grateful that he was okay. Feeling him cuddle closer and hearing him make a cute humming noise as he did so, I wrapped one arm around him and made the other one gently rub his back. He began to purr, which made him sound a lot like a cat. I smiled and kissed the top of his head.
  He slowly stopped purring as he fell into a deep sleep, still snuggled in my arms. I watched him for a little bit, loving how peaceful he looked when he slept until I fell into a deep sleep as well.
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