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Ren Zotto Headcanons | Ren Zotto x Renvaders

Ren loves surprises, especially ones that show he's been thinking about you. Expect random gifts and gestures of affection and even sing for you. But he’s a bit odd about his gifts, and believes you’ll like every new plant he bought you because human needs their greens to survive (he reads that oxygen is very very important). He also read somewhere that a boyfriend sweater is a thing and once wrapped his own into a gift before handing it to you. But how can you refuse them when he looks at you with such a proud smile on his face, a high blush across his cheeks. 

He's a great listener, always attentive to your needs and feelings. He genuinely cares about what you have to say, and he's there to support you through both the good times and the bad. He gives  you all the headpats and wushuwushu until you feel better.

Ren is incredibly affectionate, always showering you with hugs, kisses, and cuddles. He loves holding your hand, wrapping his tail around your waist, or simply snuggling up together on the couch in the living room. He’s cold blooded so he always feels the need to warm up with you. 

Despite his alien origins, Ren quite loves cooking for you (at least he tried). He'll whip up your favourite meals with clumsiness and passion, making sure every bite is filled with love. (So how can you say no to that? You’d tell him next time you two should cook together instead)

Talking to Ren is sometimes distracting because his raspy voice is not only soothing but also incredibly sexy. Whether he's whispering sweet nothings in your ear or singing along to your favourite songs, his voice never fails to send shivers down your spine.  Sometimes you zoned out during daily conversation because you’re too busy catching how good his voice sounds like, and when you came back from your short daydreams Ren would always have a cheeky look on his face, smirking proudly. 

He's your personal cheerleader, always encouraging you to chase your dreams and reach for the stars because he believes in you wholeheartedly and will do everything in his power to help you succeed.

He’s very playful, especially when it comes to gaming. He'll challenge you to friendly matches of Mario or Pokémon, laughing and joking around as you compete for victory. (You’d lose every time but you’d stopped sulking whenever he glomps over your hunched shoulders, peppering small kisses on your neck trying to cheer you up)

When you're feeling down, Ren knows just how to lift your spirits. Whether it's with a silly dance, a funny hyuck impression, or a heartfelt compliment, he'll do whatever it takes to make you smile again.

Ren is a romantic at heart through and through, always finding new ways to show his love and appreciation for you. From candlelit dinners to stargazing adventures on his spaceship, he's constantly planning phenomenal dates that leave you feeling cherished and adored.

let me breathe | Ren Zotto x Female Reader | Things didn't work out with Yu Q Wilson :(

The weather is kind today. The heat doesn't burn the skin if you walk to that one convenience store right at the corner of the street. There are fewer cars as well, as you walk with Ren to the back of his house. A stretch of muddy river laid out in your view, and a small, rather old jetty porched by the river’s chin. He told you once he built it himself. And to be honest, even with the brown-looking river before you, the landscape of the small islands from across, adorned by warm orange dust as the sun sets, is quite a sight to behold. He is already sitting cross-legged at the edge of the jetty, a warm smile on his face as he urges you to join him.

As the two of you sat in a reticent ambience, the night started its day ahead. You dared a glance at his face and were not surprised to see his gaze already on you, heck, it forced a sigh out of you. Because even under the already dimming glacial lights reflected by the rising moon above, you could still see the warmth in his timid smile and ever-glinting eyes. Shifting your eyes to the sky you whispered into the air, 

“Do you miss them?” A rustle, he must be looking up as well, with his arms stretched backwards to support his weight. And that smile surely still adorns his face.

“Hmm, miss who?” You can hear the subtle grin in his voice, this cheeky guy. 

A scoff makes its way out of your throat as you close your eyes for a bit and face him, “You know who I meant.” You heard him chuckle lightly at this and you swore it sounded misty. A faint and delicate sound that definitely will make a home in your mind for the rest of the night. You saw him toying with the end of his raven locks, a rather pensive expression on his illuminated face. You noticed earlier, that the sides of his hair had grown, nipping his earlobes. The slightly long hair looks good on him too. Unsurprisingly. 

“You should cut your hair.” Another soft motion of a laugh as he uncrosses his legs, spreading them out on the small space instead and tilts his head slightly to face you. 

“We’re talking about my hair now?” 

“Well, you weren’t about to answer me. So why not?” 

“Ah, definitely not because you’re sidetracked and got distracted huh.” He said it in such a matter of fact that it irks you. He gets you. He always does.

“Definitely, not the case at all.” That is all you could say. And then you’re waiting. Both of you have been neighbours for like, 4 months but only got close the past 2 to 3 months. He said he’s some kind of an alien who desires the earth which, in all honesty, you had a hard time believing but if that explains the two gleaming horns in his head and his cheeky-fanged smiles, you’d have to get used to the idea of it. 

It’s great to have someone to complain to after school. Who knew school would be so much better when you have someone who shares the same sentiment, huh. Every night would be shared with stories of snarky teachers and opportunist classmates. It’s tough, but it’s fun to laugh it off with him.  

“Yeah. I mean, I did spend my whole life there but well,” he lets out a little laugh and shifts slightly, folding his legs in a criss-cross manner again, “I’m happy here. I think that’s all that matters. I miss my people, but I know they’ve moved on long ago. I’ve been travelling for quite some time now. I'm not sure if they care that much about this prince of theirs anymore.”  you nodded, and solemnity fleetingly grazed your face.

“Geez– look at you, all sad for me. I still communicate with them from time to time, don’t worry so much about me, okay?” You were still silent and you decided at that moment it was much more interesting to stare at the water under your feet. 

He hums then, seemingly mulling over something before he says, “You on the other hand though, hmm I’m not so sure about the moving on part.”

“I’m fine.” You curtly replied.

“You’re never telling me about that one guy again. I…I just–  Sometimes you look so distant I just know you were thinking of him. I may be an alien and I may not understand the conflicting feelings in your human heart, but I read that it’s good to talk it out. But if it still hurts, it’s okay.”

But it’s impossible to shut this guy out. Not with the expectant look on his face. And he shared a lot with you these past three months, his family, his people, his fun classmates and the things they enjoy together. The least you could do is be honest with him about how you feel. This was the reason why your past relationship didn’t work. Cowardly hiding your feelings, it’s like the perfect recipe for drama and you’re not going down that path again. 

Ren would be the last person to judge you and your choices, anyway. You both sat in silence again, watching as the lights from the city across trudge alongside the river in gentle motions of a dance. He’s probably waiting for you to say something. You close your eyes, a heavy sigh runs through your throat and memories of last time invaded your mind. 

“For all it’s worth, he never hurt me. I cornered him with all these inferiority complexes of mine, he just let me breathe.” And the puzzled look on the alien’s face was too cute for you to not react to it. 

“Do you really want to talk about the love of my life on a chill Valentine’s Day hangout you invited me to?” He visibly winced.

Your gaze is still on him when you smile, “Let’s talk about him for a bit then.”

— – — – — – — – — 

But I want him to stay. I want him to tell me to stay

“Wilson, I think we’re better off as friends. I don’t want to restrain you anymore.”

Averting eyes, that's what you do best at. With both your hands slightly clenched, silence fills the small table, your coffee cooling at the edge as both of you are lulled by the soft music in the cafe. The rustling of other customers is impossible to hear inside this bubble you created filled with tense hearts and gritted teeth. 

My selfish desires– or is it not? At this point, it’ll be less painful to cut my heart open and let it bleed out. Would I feel better if I did this by text? Instead of sitting in front of you, only looking, staying still, as your face crumbles.

Would it have been better for me to call and listen to the hurt that’ll lace your voice rather than see it reflected so vividly on your face? Would that have made it easier to break this off, whatever this is?

Of course, it would not.

Wilson’s voice was a mere whisper, it was hard to sit still here before him. So hard to stay and not run out of his sight, “I will treat you better, can you give me more a another chance? I was.... really busy with stuff.”

Ah, how unfair. This is painful. “I can’t. I don’t want to wait I–” Your heart brittles at the look on his face. How could I do this to him? I adore him. I deeply care for him so why am I doing this?

And it chimes in, the voice of your insecurity, the root of every single problem in your life.

Because you can’t be good for him. The distance is already killing you. He can’t care for you and you keep demanding his time. You’re annoying, a sore sight and disgustingly plain. How do you expect to have him? How do you expect him to not be bored of you?

But I want him. 

But you can’t, you just can’t. 

You took a deep breath, if you’re going to end this the least you can do is clear up the misunderstandings.

“I want to know who’s she? Why does she think she’s in a relationship with you?” He flinched and you grimaced. The frown on his brow has made its appearance. Ah, your heart keeps sinking, it's too heavy for you to hold it gently, and the grip you have on your heart tightens at the remembrance of the girl who was so infatuated with him, who was so obviously better than you.

“I don’t understand why she keeps doing that, I promise you I didn’t know.” The tremors in his voice are proof of his innocence, you can see the sincerity in his eyes. And you know. You know he has no feelings for her so why end this? 

I could just dismiss this, he said he’ll do better. So, he’ll give me some of his time?

No. He said this last time too. Was he really busy? But you were alone, you had no one by your side then. 

“Your friends were surprised I even know you.” At that, Wilson looks taken aback.

“They told me you two look great together. They said– they told me you looked happy with her. They asked if I knew you since you lived in my neighbourhood before. They asked if I remember you. What does that make me, Wilson? To them, I don’t even exist in your world. Who am I to you? A backup for when–” He took your hand into his shaking one, a rushed "No" leaving his lips.

And you can feel the burn at the back of your eyes because you felt them. The electrifying feeling that tingles your palm, the unruly dragonflies flapping around in your lungs and the tightening of your throat. Feelings that only he can ignite in you. You had to clench your eyes and curl your trembling lips because it's painful, how warm and softly he held your hand in his. 

When you dared yourself to look at him again, you cursed your life. How unfair. How unfair it is to care so deeply for someone that even when your heart is withering, just one look can nurse it back into life. But it hurts. God, it hurts knowing you’re never enough. It hurts when he's always keeping you in the dark. 

Am I an embarrassment? I--

“I just– I can’t do this anymore, I really can’t. It’s hurting me and I just– I just want to breathe.” You need to be loved. You craved it so much but he was too busy, he has a life to live, friends to have fun with. He never calls back, recently his curt replies have been digging out your lungs. You want his attention, you want his friends to know he’s yours, you want that girl to know he’s yours. Your love is just weighing him down. 

I want to be loved. And I needed you to show me I’m loved. 

It took a full moment for you to collect yourself, heart still heavy, beating so fast it feels like you might vomit it out, you slipped your hand away from his touch. His fingers flinched on the table, the hurt apparent in his beautiful blue eyes and you just want to cry.

But with still trembling lips and heart still in your throat, you gave him a smile before you say, “We love too differently. You should find someone who suits you better than me.”  

You don't like how this back and forth argument is becoming a familiarity for you two. You don't like how the issue of Wilson and that girl has been the centre of those arguments. You don't like how easily annoyed you are when he never picks up your call, and you hate how useless you feel when he never replies in time.

And you know, you may be hurt by much more trivial matters in the future. You’ll blame him for everything, You will paint him as the bad guy, You’ll drag him down with you and that’s the last thing you want to do. You want an out and you want to know it’s you who wanted this. It’s you who hurt him.

You don’t want a bad ending, don’t want to be out of love, not towards Wilson, you don’t. 

And it's selfish but it was all you could do.

He loved you and that’s enough.

— – — – — – — – — 

“So, you broke up with ‘Hero’ 'because he neglected you.” Ren’s so close to your side, that it feels warm despite him always going on and on about him being cold-blooded.

“No, I can’t say that. He was still healing from something, maybe he was cautious you know? He was just taking his time. I thought I could be strong for him but well, turns out I can’t stand it.” You saw him nod slightly. And mutters something under his breath. You’re just about to ask but he repeats it himself.

“It’s been years though. He’s so important in your life you wouldn’t even want to tell me his name. I’m envious.” You doubled over, a peal of genuine laughter left you. 

“It still left an ache I admit but it’s not like I want him to be mine anymore. It’s just that, since you know me and you only heard my side of the story, even if I say he’s good to me, you would still think he’s bad you know? And knowing you, you’d be so freaking biassed too.” He looks offended now and you can’t hide the smile that’s blooming on your face, the fireflies that had dimmed for so long started to light in your lungs and you felt breathless. In a good way, even with downturned lips and furrowed brows, Ren still looks beautiful. 

“It's not like I'll ever meet him. And I mean, he did let the girl post a photo of them together and like, what captioned it my love and then said he doesn't know about it? I call lies.”

“That’s why I’m never saying his name. I didn’t even listen to his side of the story, Ren. I was too embarrassed of myself. The distance doesn’t help either. I felt too inferior. I can’t seek comfort from him because he’s also busy with problems at home. He was good to me, trust me.” The furrow on his forehead deepens, his hand hovers over you and you dare yourself to pull it into a hold. 

"And the world is small, you never know maybe I'm the one who might end up introducing you two. You won't know if it's him or not" He frowned at that and you cant help but chuckled a little. It's so fun teasing the alien prince.

“Well, just so you know if it was me I wo–”

“Alright alien boy shush now." You can't help the grin on your face at his pout.

"He’s not you, that’s the point, Ren. Both you and I don’t know what he was going through. He’s not us, we’re not him. I have changed a lot now. I’ve grown and I'm sure he did too.” He grumbled in agreement and shifted your hands so he was the one holding yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Fine, I’m grateful Hero let you go. I’m considered a hero too from my planet– ahh am I going to be the hero but like, you know in books where I came in the sequel?” You let out a wheeze.

When it died down, Ren was quiet for a moment but his eyes are set on yours. You can't help the heat rising onto your cheeks when he looks at you so tenderly like this.  It's a strange look on his face.

“Hm, adorable.” He whispers, eyes flirting towards your tangled fingers, his thumb rubbing the side of hands gently. 

You gave his hand a tiny squeeze.

“You’re always Ren Zotto, the best alien prince to me. Don't worry about the people from my past, I'm here with you aren't I?” There’s a glint in his eyes. He gave you a loose hug with his free hand and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.

"Ren! That tickles."

He's rubbing your sides now before he tightens his grip. He feels very warm, it's kinda making you sleepy. "Let's get inside, you're cold"

When he lets you go, he gives you a fanged smile, cheeks tinted red and his bang a bit ruffled from the nuzzlings a few moments ago. You can feel your heart full just looking at him.

"Okay."

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