#rendog x reader

Your sulking was interrupted by a banging on your door. Curious as to who had come out all this way in the rain, you slid to the door and opened it to find a soaked Ren. He was grinning ear to ear and you could see his tail wagging rapidly behind him. His good mood was contagious and you found yourself grinning back at him.

“Ren! To what do I owe the pleasure?” his grin got impossibly bigger.

“Well my fair beauty, it is raining! So I have come to request a dance!” He placed a juke boy down on the ground under your roof's Overhang and slipped your favorite disk in before holding his hand out to you. Glancing behind him at the rain, you decided, why not. You could ahrays blame your blush on the chill.

"I would love a dance!" You placed your hand on his and let him pull you into the cool rain. Your free hand went into his and you found yourself giggling as he led you in an overly dramatic Waltz.

Asyou twirled around with Ren, you found yourself gazing into his eyes. It wasn't often you got to see him without his Sunglasses and every time you found yourself lost in his gorgeous eyes.

"I love you." Ren's voice broke you out of your trance as well as stopping your movement. Ren stood in front of you still holding onto your hands. You took a second to gather your Thoughts so you could actually respond and not just stare at him with your mouth hanging open.

I love you too. Ren immediately perked up even more and dragged you into a Kiss before Playing another disk and leading you around in circles to the Sound of whatever disk the two of you decided on.

your rainy days were no longer a curse. They became a day of Ruddles, dancing, and whatever else Ren came up with.

Mumbo

When Grian had told you he needed to test something that you might die in, you said No. When he offered you a reward if you did it, you said yes. you put your things in a chest and Set your Spawn in the nearby bed.

what you didn't expect was to be dropped into an obsidian Box with Mumbo. When you glance up at the hole you fell in, you were met with a smirking Scar before he was blocked with another block of Obsidian.

It was very obvious neither of you really knew what to do, So you just sat there and listened as he nervously rambled about his redstone, asking a question here or There to Keep him talking So you weren't sitting in an awkward silence. Despite the fact Mumbo was clearly unsure of his situation which of course caused him to stutter a little more than normal, you found yourself relaxing. That was until Grian broke a block and yelled in.

"Just confess already!" The block was replaced and you and Mumbo sat in Silence, avoiding looking in the others direction. Neither of you seemed to know how to move on from that.

Clearly you had made a big mistake when you told Grian about your crush on Mumbo. You figured that would be Something Grian wouldn't spill, understanding that was something to be kept private. Unless…

You glanced up at Mumbo and found him looking at you, seemingly putting together the Pieces you were. Once it clicked he snorted and started laughing, you followed shortly behind.

"You told Grian about a crush didn't you?" Mumbo asked when he caught his breath. you nodded. "So it's Safe to assume We're both locked in here due to the fact that Grian found out about our mutual crushes and dragged Scar into his planning."

"Probably. Do you want to sort this out now or work on payback first?" Mumbo scooted over to your side, his warmth was a nice welcome from the cold obsidian.

"Payback of course." Neither of you mentioned how close you Sat, or the fact your hands ended up intertwined. You both knew how this would end, but first you Wanted a little revenge.

Doc

You were basing with Doc this season which had not been the best choice in hindsight. Between him trying to break the server, creating huge redstone machines that sometimes lagged so bad you'd end up dead, and your growing crush that made you worry too much when he overworked himself, you were not having a good time.

There were some nice moments but all of those contributed to your crush so it wasn'tmaking it any easier for you.

This time, Doc was working on another huge project. You weren't sure what it was, he hadn't told you but he was overworking himself more than normal which said a lot.

So you took it upon yourself to go find him and try to convince him to rest a little bit, the phantoms spawning led you right to him. The amount of them was worrying. Wandering around the machine, you looked for him. finding him tucked away into a corner working on some wires. You made sure to make lots of noise when walking up so you hopefully wouldn't scare him.

"Not now. I need to finish this."

"Doc, it's been six days you need to rest."

"No, I need to finish this!" He snapped

"Doc, there are phantoms swarming outside. You need to take a break. I made your favorite for dinner so please at least eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"Doc y-" He cut you off.

"No! I need to get this done. When I'm done I'll rest and eat but for now i need to work. Besides, there's no reason for you to care this much!"

"I need you to stop and think for a second because there's no way you can fully believe i'm not head over heels in love with your stupid oblivious self!" You didn't mean to let that slip bit it was too late to back out now.

"You're in love with me?"

"Doc, I wouldn't be putting up with everything I do if I wasn't. Now can we please go back to the house so you can eat an actual meal and get some rest?"

Y/n: Help! I broke Doc!

Xisuma: How?

Y/n: I was trying to convince him to take a break and we argued and i ended up telling him i was in love with him and he isn't moving anymore!

Xisuma: I don't think thats something i can fix

Tango

Someone had decided it would be a good idea to bring alcohol to the party. It was not a good idea. It was a very bad idea.

Tango was drunk. Not only was he drunk but he was a clingy drunk who liked professing his love for you to anyone who would listen. You weren't sure how to take it honestly.

Your crush of three seasons was grabbing onto you and whispering just how much he loved you into your ear. Everyone else loved it and was encouraging it. Everytime you left his grasp, his ruby eyes would start filling with tears and you couldn't help but let him latch back onto you.

Once the Party ended you found your sheet in charge of taking care of I drunk blaze. Which was surprisingly easy. Tango was very happy to listen to you as long as you were very close or responded to his "I love you's" with one of your own, or if you called him a nickname.

However, no matter what you tried, he wouldn't go to his base. He only wanted to go to yours. He wouldn't even go in for a change of clothes without you right by his side. Once you had finally gotten him into pajamas, you headed to your base.

Once at your base you had to convince him to let go of you enough for you to change and go to the bathroom and then to let you go to the Kitchen to grab him some water for the morning.

"Sorry darling, I just need to go grab a glass of water for you. Why don't you warm the bed up while I grab it?" Tango was more than happy to comply with the nickname and Special task you gave him. Hopefully he would be asleep when you came back. Stress had slipped you a bottle of hangover recovery meds when it became obvious Tango would only go home with you. Tango was still awake When you made it back to your room. He had enough patience to wait While you put the recommended amount next to the glass.

You climbed into bed next to him and the second he could he curled around you. You waited, until he was comfortable to adjust. Tango was out cold before you finished.

The next morning, Tango woke up in an unfamiliar room with a Killer headache. After pulling himself VP into a sitting position and noticed the water and pills on the nightstand and chugged them down, hoping they would work fast. While he waited for them to Kick in, he laid down and hoped he didn't make a fool of himself.

He had made a fool of himself. As the medicine kicked in the memories started flooding back. Not only had he confessed but he had been clinging to you and had to be convinced into letting you go. What did you think of him now? Slowly making his way downstairs, he tried to ignore What was left of his headache and the anxiety burning in his stomach.

He found you in the Kitchen making breakfast and decided if he could do it drunk, he could do it sober. Was it a good idea? Probably not but he was going to commit to it. so he moved behind you and tucked himself around you. His arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder.

"sorry." You snorted

"Its ok. It will be a fun story to tell." Tango groaned in embarrassment and you laughed at his misery. "Does your head hurt? ll He nodded into your shoulder. "Did you take the meds?" another nod. "After breakfast you can go lay down again. I'll make sure I'm quiet."

Tango perked up when he realized you weren't sending hin home. In fact, you hadn't moved away when he came behind you.

"I love you."

It’s been a loooooooong couple of weeks, and that's almost an understatement. You thought joining in on Doc and Ren’s shenanigans this season would be entertaining, but didn't account for Doc’s affinity for shooting for the moon (heh). Seeing his projects in seasons past you should’ve guessed it would be equally as crazy, but something in you rationed that maybe he would take it easy. Big mistake. Considering it started with somehow creating a super-chunk of a horrifying amount of spawners. You have been endlessly grinding copper and logs to fuel the shops, hearing shulkers grumble in your sleep, and building up the centre of your new base of operations. The Octagon. It was honestly huge, with complex corners and shape lending to the mechanical aesthetic you’ve leant into this season. It wasn't one you typically built in, unlike the mad scientist, and you’d be lying if you said you didn't miss the ease of terraforming. Soft dirt and plants under palm instead of gritty redstone that has long since dyed your nails. But being part of this team was rewarding in its own right.

You settle into the wooden seat sat on the floor, grunting as your knees crack with effort, and your ribs protest. How long has it been since you’ve taken off your binder?- ah no matter. A sigh pulls from your lips at the chance to relax, a crackling campfire soothing your nerves. The seat isn't necessarily the most comfortable, but after a long day's work you were looking forward to the staple of your meetings. A barbeque. Stretching your shoulders against the tight fabric under your shirt, you look to your teammates as they arrive, chattering animatedly. Ren’s voice carries first, agreeing enthusiastically to something Doc was explaining. Ever the enabler, or hype man as he would prefer. An arm is strung across the goat-hybrid's shoulders, half tugging him into a hug. Doc responds, waving his prosthetic hand to help visualize the words- a habit of his you noticed finally being close to him this season.

“Then if we attach the redstone to the power core as shown in the blueprints-” Upon coming to the crest of the hill, Ren’s gaze catches your own, and his grin widens.

“Hey dude!” The werewolf waves exaggeratedly with his free arm, completely interrupting Doc mid-sentence. He sputters out something about manners, but rolls his eyes and nods in greeting. A rush of warmth splits your own face into a grin. It was nice to have them as friends.

“Took you long enough. I was about to dig in without you.” You tease, earning a playful swat from Doc as he moves to settle in the seat beside you, Ren already taking his place as ‘the meat master’ as he would insist the title be. Laying perfectly seasoned steaks on the grill over the fire.

“You say that as if you weren't late to our last meeting.” Doc grumbles, unable to hide his smug smirk at being able to hold it over your head. Groaning dramatically you flop further into your chair.

“It was one time! You try being on time when Scar has filled your starter base with pandas-” Ren snorts, and you shoot him a glare. Doc hums in debate, he of all people understands Scar’s menace. Doesn’t mean he won't find it funny. “We still have to enact revenge for that.” You remind the pair, causing Ren to perk. A dangerous glint in his eye.

“We should infest Boatem with those bot guys Doc designed.” He suggests, “Cover their landscape with mite-bots!” Arms swooping in a wide arc, you can picture it vividly; The tailored landscape of the builders covered in clicking, scurrying bots. Like chickens but harder to kill. Not a bad idea at all. Your so caught up in the visual it takes a second for it to click what exactly Ren has just called the bots-

“Mite-bots?”

“MITE-BOTS?!” Doc’s cry overlaps your own, so suddenly all you can do is blink. “They aren’t mites! I’ll have you know I modeled them after viruses- which happen to look very cool.” The goat’s instant defense of the odd robots makes you stifle a chuckle, especially when Ren simply flicks his tail sassily. Void, they were so childish sometimes. For as much as Doc tries to seem mature and scary, it wasn't hard to wind him up.

“Mites-viruses same thing my dude. ” The werewolf shrugs, flipping a steak casually with his bare hands. It sizzles loudly and your stomach clenches with hunger, gurgling in protest. The scent of cooking meat making your mouth water. Doc grumbles unintelligibly under his breath- but you get the gist of his complaints for ‘respect’. A common thing he insists upon, despite secretly enjoying the banter. Glancing back to Ren, his gaze is already on you, smiling slightly in knowing. “Hungry?” He asks gently, eyes twinkling with affection despite the bags. He was so chipper it was hard to tell he was as tired as you are. You’d guess having his body be mostly robotic this season meant he likely felt the effects less, but there was still evidence of wear-and-tear. His metal body was scuffed and dirty, not being polished like it should be, pale skin also covered in a thin layer of grime. The evidence of hard work across the three of you is a testament to how hard you were working to complete the project before the end of the season. It was a grind, all hands on deck as you all knew it would be a shorter one.

Blinking back to reality, you realize you’ve simply been staring back at him, neglecting to actually answer the question. You stumble to answer quickly-

“Ah- yea, it smells good.” You manage out, smiling sheepishly back to his patient look. For a brief moment Ren accepts your answer, and you all lapse into peaceful silence. The crackling of fire and sizzling meat overlaid the chirping of crickets and waves lapping on the shore as the sun descended over the horizon. You truly think you can be happy here- friends, good food, enjoyable projects- and then Ren clears his throat.

“I don't mean to nag at all my dude, but I’ve gotta ask…How long have you been wearing your binder?” You inhale sharply, suddenly aware again of your aching ribs and strained breathing. Ah, shit. Of course he would notice-

“Mm Ren’s right, I haven’t noticed you without it- or taking enough breaks for me to assume you’ve removed it.” Doc agrees, sitting up a little further to watch you carefully. The pressure from both of their gazes is almost a physical weight on your skin, prickling an embarrassed heat on your face. Deep down you knew they only cared about your well-being, but the thought of being without it- “Breathe. We wont force you to change if you truly don't want to, but it isn't safe to wear it for so long.” Doc’s reassuring rumble soothes your nerves a tad, as a clawed hand rests gently on your shoulder. Lingering just-barely there as to not spook you, but there enough to ground back to your body. Realistically you know you should change, but the thought of having to exist looking so unlike your true self-

“Here.” You tune back into the present, face-to-face with a plaid ball of fabric. There's a moment of silence as your brain lags behind- then it dawns on you what it is.

“Your shirt??” You glance mildly horrified at Ren- and see much to your relief he is still currently wearing clothing. He chuckles, waggling the shirt ball enticingly.

“You wish I was showing off my abs, baby” He teases, not taking to heart the disgust you can't stop from flashing across your face. Doc huffs a laugh at your reaction, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. “But I don’t want to attempt to out-man the ultimate man, my dude.”

It's clear he's trying to flatter you, but you let yourself take the compliment. After all, it was clear he simply cared deeply. Finally reaching out, you grab the flannel being dangled in your face. It's impossibly soft and plush, clearly well loved. The deep red fading away slightly with how many washes it's been through. Ren smiles at that, placing both hands on his hips. “It’s even oversized on me, so I figured it would be comfortable for you to lounge in- if you want.” The offer makes your heart clench- they notice, and more importantly they care enough to try and find a solution where you can all be happy. This server is going to be the death of you- and you already feel a little choked up with emotion. After a moment of debate you nod, and Doc gently removes his hand. You miss the warmth of it, but he smiles reassuringly.

“You can change in the van, we’ll save you a steak.” He jokes lightly, and you scoff.

“You better!” Pointing a finger accusatorily at him, you rise from your seat. “This better not be a ploy to eat my share of the food.” Doc chuckles deeply, choosing to not answer as Ren pretends to look guilty. Feigning annoyance at their lack of an answer, you stalk to the van, nerves building with every step took away from them.

Stepping into the rocket-van the door clicks shut behind you, plunging you into an eerie silence. If you listened closely you could hear the fire- and the low voices of your friends just outside. If you truly wanted, you could just leave now and not change-and they would ignore it because of your emotional comfort- even if they did worry. Or…you could be comfortable physically with minor emotional discomfort. And they would be happy.

… That doesn't make it fair, huh? You pull off your shirt quickly, opting to rip it off like a band-aid. The struggle out of your binder was always a little embarrassing- but you shrug on the soft flannel in no time. It hangs on your frame, doing its job at hiding any shape of body beneath. Instead creating the illusion of one solid shape. You still knew your body was under there- but…it was as comfortable as you could get. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the van and trail back towards the campfire. Doc and Ren are talking in-between bites of food, both their gazes flicking to you at your approach.

You brace for a comment, of any mention of you wearing the flannel and accepting their offer- but Ren simply extends a hand out, holding a steak.

“Dig in! It's not getting any fresher.”

Your eyes felt tired as you glanced around the room. There was a sigh from the corner of the room and your eyes went over to lock with Ren’s equally as tired ones. He was using a rag to clean his axe. The room was mostly quiet, save for the ramblings of Martyn on the other end of the room. He was talking about the final battle. It was happening tomorrow. Everyone still on the server knew it. It was terrifying, to be honest.

“I think we have a good chance of winning.” The yellow life was saying. You and Ren glanced at him as he said that. Two red lives and a yellow life while there was still a green life running around the server. The odds were not in your favor. “If we focus on bringing BigB down to his yellow life, then target the ones with the- What?” He noticed the second sigh escape your lips. “You don’t think we can win this together?”

“It’s not that, Martyn.” You said, avoiding his faint glowing eyes, “It’s just risky. I mean, you’re still yellow, but me and Ren are red. We’re so close to just-”

“Well, don’t think like that.” Ren huffed. “We gotta have faith.” He shot you a smile. “You’re one of the best fighters I know.”

You rolled your eyes with a faint smile hanging on your lips. “I know I’m a good fighter. I just know that there are others who are just as good.”

Martyn hummed softly, moving closer and sitting beside you on the bed. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, “You’ve gotta have faith. You trust your king, yeah?”

You nodded, “Of course I do.” Your eyes flitted over to Ren’s. “You know I’m by your side no matter what, my king.”

“I know. My faithful men.” He murmured, standing and stretching. He leaned his axe against the wall, climbing beside his boyfriends. He layed back against the bed, his hand resting on the small of Martyn’s back. “As long as you trust me, then you should know- everything will turn out fine, dear.”

You nodded again, slower. You swallowed thickly, “I trust you fully. Both of you.” You added, glancing between them. “I just- it’s scary thinking about the final battle. What if… What if there’s only one winner allowed to live?”

The room fell silent. There was always a chance. In fact, the rules were clear that only one winner was allowed to leave the games. The three of you had avoided talking about it so far. But, with the end of the games in sight, it was hard to ignore that death was far more than expected.

“It won’t come to that.” Ren said clearly, sitting up in the bed for a moment. His hand left Martyn’s back and gripped your hands, “I will not let you die.” His eyes glanced at Martyn's, “Neither of you.”

You nodded softly, “Yeah… Yeah, it was stupid, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s a valid fear.” Martyn said quietly. His thumb moved against your shoulder. “Why don’t we just go to sleep? Take this off,” He murmured, snagging his thumb under your binder, “and we can fall asleep together.” Ren nodded in agreement, lying back on the bed again, releasing your hands. You hummed quietly, standing from the bed.

Once your binder was taken off and set to the side, you climbed back into the bed, in between Ren and Martyn. While usually, Martyn was in the middle, the two could tell you needed the comfort tonight. Their arms both surrounded you and you let out a breath as you felt the comfort of their weight leaning against you.

“If anything happens tomorrow-”

Ren cut you off, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against your cheek. His facial hair scratched your cheek softly. “We don’t have to think about that, dearest. Just go to sleep. Everything will be fine.” His words didn’t feel convincing. 

Regardless, you stayed quiet, eyes closing as you pulled them closer to you. “I love you.” You whispered into the night. It took a few seconds for them to respond, softly and quietly. 

It was chaos. Shouts came from every direction. Your eyes scanned the battlefield, shooting arrows towards everyone on the opposite team. You could hear the king battling with Martyn on the other end of Renchanting. The battle was fierce. Patches of lava were scattered along the ground, while arrows descended from the skies in mad quantities.

You shot another arrow, hearing the yelp of pain from Impulse as you shot him. You gasped harshly at the feeling of pain shooting up your leg as an arrow impaled itself in your shin. Pure chaos in every direction. You could barely tell who was on your side and who was the invading party. 

A strained noise left your lips as you heaved yourself behind a tower of blocks. Your hand pressed onto where the arrow had embedded. Tears burned behind your eyes as you threw your head back against the stone, whimpering silently. Your hand grasped the arrow and you took a deep breath, biting on your shirt collar as you tugged it out harshly. A few tears slipped down your cheeks as you breathed out heavily, letting your shirt cancel out your scream. The shouts from around you silenced any noises you made.

A hand grasped your shoulder and you gasped, head spinning around to meet Martyn’s. His eyes held concern as he glanced at you before looking around. “It isn’t safe to sit here. Are you okay? Do you need-”

“I-I’m fine.” You said, breathing heavily. You closed your eyes for a moment before willing yourself to lean onto your leg. You stifled your yelp of pain. “I can do this.”

“I know you can, but I don’t want you getting killed.” He said, narrowing his eyes. “I won’t stop you if you really want to fight, though. The king is-” His ears flexed and he spun around, using his shield to deflect an oncoming arrow. “We need to keep moving, dearest.” You nodded, forcing yourself to your feet as you limped to the edge of the blocks. “Right, let’s go.”

He stood beside you, helping deflect arrows as you shot your own, aiming at the enemies. Your eyes darted around, landing on Grian and Scar, who were new to the battle. “The desert arrived.” You muttered, horror in your tone as the pair immediately started battling. Your eyes scanned the battlefield, landing on Ren, who was aiming for Scar. When Scar was hit with his arrow, he spun around, returning blows to the king with his blade. “Ren!” 

Your voice was hoarse as you shot an arrow towards Scar, narrowly missing his skin as he followed Ren. Desperate to protect the king, you made your way over, shooting arrow after arrow towards the desert man. His deranged gaze never left Ren’s as he rushed after him. Even as a few of your arrows embedded into his skin, Scar never looked away from his target. Fear sparked in your chest, larger than it ever had before. 

You watched, completely helpless as Ren was poisoned by a pufferfish. You watched, completely helpless as a golem attacked him. You screamed, completely helpless as Scar’s sword thrust into Ren’s chest. From the distance, you could hear a similar scream from Martyn as he fought with Grian, trying to get to Scar for revenge. Your heart seemed to tear from your chest as you watched Ren’s mouth splutter with blood. Your chest seized as another heart-wrenching scream left your lips as Scar pulled his blade from his chest. Ren fell to the floor, spluttering in his own innards, eyes glazing over. 

“The Red King has fallen!” Scar announced triumphantly, his eyes leaving the body and narrowing in on his next target. “Go for the hand!” You watched as Martyn moved through the battlefield, attacking Scar with his sword. An arrow flew from Scar’s bow and hit Martyn in the stomach. The adrenaline kept him upright as he slashed his way to fighting Scar head-on.

Your hands moved too slowly. You couldn’t comprehend what had even happened until it was too late. Another arrow was released, hitting Martyn directly in the chest. The wound, too fatal to even run on adrenaline, caused him to double over, falling backwards onto the dirt. You screamed again, voice hoarse as you watched him bleed out. His chest wasn’t moving. You were horrified. Pure, unadulterated pain and terror seized your voice. 

You reached for an arrow, only to find the quiver empty. You breathed heavily, both from physical and mental strain. You could barely feel the pain in your leg anymore as you pulled out your sword. Your gaze landed on Scar. He had done this. He had destroyed the two people you were fighting for. He had killed Martyn and Ren. 

You staggered forward, eyes locked onto the greyed man. His ruby coloured eyes shone in amusement as they glanced your way. Grian stepped forward, eyes narrowed, sword in hand. Scar’s hand went up, stopping him. 

“You’re brave.” Scar said, his sword in hand as he stepped forward to face you.

Your eyes shone with pain and sparkled with tears. A ragged breath left your lips. “You killed them. Without mercy.”

“Yes, well,” He said, nodding his head slightly and humming, “Sometimes that’s just what needs to happen. The Red King… kinda of a silly name, isn’t it? I mean, he was the king of what, exactly? Dogwarts? Renchanting? Please, like that’s anything to flaunt about.”

Your breathing was hurried. Not only had he brutally slayed your king, he had the nerve to- to mock him? “Don’t. Do not. You have no right to speak of him that way. You- You’re a monster.”

Scar’s eyes sparkled and he smirked, stepping even closer. Your sword rose. He didn’t seem afraid, staring down the end of your blade with something akin to amusement. “A monster? That’s a pretty big claim, don't‘cha think?” He stepped forward again. Your blade was pressing into his skin. One move and you could kill him, avenge your lovers. Avenge Dogwarts. You heard Grian mumble Scar’s name in warning, eyeing the situation carefully. Your eyes never left the man in front of you. The one who took everything from you. “You never could have won. You know that. It was a losing battle from the beginning.”

Your breath stopped. Everything seemed to stop. You felt… numb. Your eyes flickered down. The end of a diamond sword stuck out of your stomach. You staggered forward as the sword was removed. Scar’s eyes were amused as he glanced at the person who had stabbed you.

“Well, that’s that. Thanks, BDubs.” 

You fell to your knees. Your eyes welled with tears, landing on the bodies of your fallen lovers. You had… failed. They were dead and you didn’t do anything to stop it, to avenge them. Your breathing quickened as you felt an electrifying tingle throughout your body.

Then heat. Everything felt hot, searing hot. You whimpered as the fire of a thousand suns burned from your stab wound. You landed on the ground, face-first. The pain came after. Pain you had never felt before, searing through your body. You coughed, choking on blood despite facing the ground. A foot poked at your arm, flipping you over and the choking got worse. 

Scar squatted beside you, humming, “You could’ve walked away. Regrouped, gotten stronger. Then you may have stood even a little bit of a chance.” He stood up, gesturing for Grian and BDubs to follow him. “Shame.”

You left for another realm when you were on your last life, somewhere calm and nice. Somewhere to relieve you of all stress and somewhere that will allow your true passion to shine through. 

Hermitcraft 

The server was not small by any means but when you stepped through the portal still in your Armor, you expected the scars underneath to vanish.

They didn't

You would have to live with this marking of evil for the rest of your life. 

Sighing you sucked up your emotions and made sure your helm was on tight and had no chance of ever getting off. The People greeted you with warm smiles so you greeted them the best way you knew how by dropping to a knee, putting your fisted left hand over your heart, and bowing your head. 

"A pleasure to be here," You said and looked up "Thank you for having me." 

"Thank you for joining us," A man in front of you said, he was dressed in a red shirt, suspenders, and jeans with what seemed to be wolf ears and a tail "We can't wait to see what you cook up this season." 

You gave him a smile they couldn't see and said "I hope its up to your expectations." 

With that the group split up and for the first time in all of your life... You were alone. 

No one to follow, no one to protect, it felt... 

empty

You appreciated the peace but in the back of your mind, something ached for you to protect. Something told you be wary of everything and everyone when you knew you had no reason to. Still, after punching down a tree the first thing you made was a makeshift wooden sword. An ode to something that was born to be killed. 

You weren't far into the season making friends and cracking jokes and never taking off your helm when Ren himself had decided he would be king. Hearing the declaration you dropped to a kneel, right leg at a 90 degree angle and right arm resting upon it. 

The others were either confused or just kinda agreed. Thus ended the meeting and most people left. 

Most

You, Bdubs and Ren stayed in the room. You never moved from your position, staying as still as a statue. You would until the king dismissed you. 

“Y/n?” Ren asked 

“Yes, my king?” You replied softly 

“Look at me,” He said curiously and watched in surprise as your head snapped up “Stand?” 

You stood so quickly it made you dizzy

“Why do you do that?” Ren asked 

“I am a knight, it is my duty to protect the king. Shall there be a monarch around, I shall play into the role I was born to do.” You replied, voice never wavering despite the tears welling up in your eyes. You never wanted to be in this position again yet here you were 

“At ease,” Bdubs said but you did nothing 

“At ease?” Ren sounded unsure but you relaxed and he sighed “Feel free to speak freely. What was that about?” 

“Old habits die hard,” You shrugged 

"By the way," Bdubs piped up "What do you mean 'play into the role I was born to do?' That was... interesting. Does it have to do with the armor you're always wearing and why we cant see your face under your helmet?" 

"Yes," You said "That's a long story however, and I'm not quite sure how long we have." 

"Right now we have all the time in the world." Ren said with a playful smile "and Dogs are very good listeners." 

"Okay..." You started slowly "Might wanna have a seat though, Your legs may get tired." 

When they sat, Ren in his throne and Bdubs in the chair beside and you on the floor, You began your story. A tale of a baby born to be a guard, a tale of human sacrifice that never died, a tale of a person in complete and utter misery and a tale of someone who is healing and practicing healthy boundaries. 

"Y/n..." Ren whispered and knelt before them "You don't have to do this." 

"I know, but It feels nice having a purpose again." Y/n admitted "Although i do hate myself for knowing I may have to sacrifice so many lives for you." 

"You will never have to sacrifice yourself for me," Ren grabbed your hands and looked at you earnestly "You are a person and you deserve to be treated as such." 

Your heart skipped a beat and suddenly you were glad no one could see your face as you were blushing a bright pink and you felt your helm get ten times warmer.  "I- I thank you My king," You whispered "I deeply appreciate your words and I pledge to stay by your side no matter what will happen and shall I fail you may take my head." 

for it would be easier if you take my head rather than my heart

Y/n was Ren's guard almost immediately and thus began their good deeds around the server. 

As Y/n followed Ren around with a watchful eye and previous paranoia creeping up but as you spent more time with him... you couldn't help but start to feel... Something. An unfamiliar emotion you've never encountered before in your life but when you asked Pearl and Gem about it, they giggled and said that you were in love. 

This had you blushing hard beneath your helm. You had seen love, Every so often when you were allowed to have a free day, you visited the city within the castle walls. There you saw all kinds of love. It was eye opening and had you yearning to leave the kingdom you were born to protect but you never thought you would fall for the person you were serving.

 Ren on the other hand knew exactly what this emotion was, because he was experiencing it with you. It was impossible to leave your watchful eye but he didn't even think he wanted to. Being around you was so... invigorating yet so calming. It made his tail wag at speeds he didn't know of. 

He was so enamored by your presence and your fierce personality. Despite it being a little off-putting at first, Ren began to fall in love with your loyalty, the fact that when he was around he knew he would be safe no matter what but he soon fell for your kindness. 

You were always helping someone. When Grian was spooked out of his mind, you calmed him down and let him rest on your shoulders while you walked and talked about everything and everything that you knew about being a knight. When Xisuma was having a hard time with his base you helped him and gave suggestions and even helped him build. Now, You were helping Jellie out of a tree because she was spooked by some thunder and now you were soaking wet while he and Bdubs stood dry under the umbrella that you made. 

When you finally got Jelly down, You protected the cat all the way to Scarland and even build a small shelter for the kitten in the pouring rain. When you rejoined Ren, you still stood under the rain, letting him and Bdubs have the umbrella so he insisted to head back to the crastle. 

"I think that will be all for today Y/n." Ren said as you entered the crastle "Please take a break and a shower. I don't need my faithful guard getting sick."

"Of course My king," You said and made your way into the Crastle and into the room that was designated to be yours

Ren sighed as he watched you leave, tail and ears drooping." 

"You are down bad," Bdubs said once you were out of ear shot and Ren's ears perked up as he flushed a bright red 

"Yeah- I am." He said "But I don't think Y/n would ever go for someone like me. Didn't they say that it could get them intruble if they fell for the king they served?" 

"That was in their old realm," Bdubs pointed out "This is their new realm and you're king. If you really wanted you could change that for them." 

"You're right..." Ren said, his tail beginning to was ferociously "I'll go tell them right now!" 

You had sighed in relief when you took the warm shower. The rain chilled you to your bones and even through most of your armor deflected the rain it still seeped through the gaps of where you have to move your joints. 

Now within the safety of your room, all your armor was off including your helm. It felt wonderful to not be in that enclosed space but there was still a wary part of you that felt the need to keep it close but you figured you didn't need it as you were half naked after getting out of your shower thinking no one would burst in. 

You thought wrong 

Ren burst in spouting some new decree that slowly sputtered out when he noticed you, half dressed and armor off. When Ren walks in on them changing, he falls in love all over again. Their flushed face is a sight to behold with eyes glittering like the gems below the earth's crust and a mouth so plush he has to physically restrain himself from kissing them. 

"My king?" they ask, shaking from nervousness and the fact that they felt (and was basically) naked in front of the king 

Their crush.

"Y/n?" He asked softly and watched as Panic flooded through you 

"Don't look at me!" You exclaimed and used your hand to try and hide your face, try to hide all the scars that had marred you and made you unattractive 

"Y/n... Your face..." He said softly and stepped forward "You're absolutely gorgeous." 

"Wait- What?" Y/n asked and Ren grabbed your arm and brought it down so he could see your face "What do you mean. I'm hideous. These scars of evil remind me everyday why I wear my helm. Why I stopped protecting kings that didn't treat people correctly. Scars that remind me that I should be dead." 

"Those scars are proof of your victories." Ren spoke up and cupped your face, thumb tracing some of the smaller scars on your cheek "They are proof that You should be alive because if you were really meant to be dead then you would be gone already. You are not hideous, In fact I think you're more beautiful this way." 

A chill went down your spine as he called you beautiful and traced the scars. You closed your eyes and slowly leaned into his touch, cautious in case he ever decided he was joking. 

"Are you sure?" You asked softly "Many of the men in my old kingdom shamed me for my scars. Calling me hideous, a monster, and some other cruel words. After a few times I just never took off my armor in front of other people again." 

"They are liars," Ren said softly and leaned forward to press his forehead against yours "And they were just intimidated by your beauty. They did not see your kindness, your loyalty, your humor, and all the things that make you shine brighter than any diamond." 

You were rendered speechless and before you could stop yourself the words tumbled from your lips 

"I love you so much Ren." The words were said in such a rush eve you could barely catch them but you said them and you slapped your hands over your mouth and turned a beautiful cherry red but ren? 

Ren looked so relieved to hear those words

"I Love you too Y/n," He said "May I kiss you?" 

"Yes," You sighed 

Ren was slow with his kiss, Pressing his lips to yours slowly as if to not scare you. He pulled away after a second and he twitched, as if he was restraining himself. His tail was wagging behind him wildly and he pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more passion and it took your breath away. 

"Be mine Y/n," He whispered, his voice breathy when he pulled away "I may not be king forever but I will do everythin in my power to make sre you are always treated like royalty." 

"Even if you are not king, I will protect you with my life." You replied "For you will always be my king." 

Ren grinned and pressed kisses all over your face.