hi! just want to say that i absolutely adore your writing! always finds a way to have me latched on! o(*^▽^*)o🌺
not sure if you're taking requests right now, but may i ask for a ren x sheep hybrid!reader angst/fluff? he needs more love, especially with what's been recently going on with him irl..
just the two comforting each other; giving each other hugs, positive affirmations, all the cute fluff that i really need! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ♡
feel free to discard this one if it feels a bit much.. no rush, of course!
remember to take care of yourself, eat and drink some water!💜
Reassurance
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Character: Rendog x Sheep!Reader
Type: Blurb (~1.3k)
Theme: Romantic, Angst to Fluff
Summary: When the world gets to be too much, you can always find solace in each others arms.
T/Ws: Mentions of existential dread, negative events, sadness
A/N: Sorry this took me so long!! Ren does deserve more love :D
A shudder ran through your body, trying feebly to ward off the deep chill that crawled into your bones. Even with your fluffy wool, the strange cold that blanketed the sever seeped in. It been lonely recently, the other hermits busied with end-season projects. You however felt....pointless. You had nearly completed your mega base, but were in no state to do the detail work it deserved. Minigames made and played, hermit harassed...
You had nothing. Hollowness a gaping hole in your ambitions.
Well, not entirely.
A small bubble of bitter warmth built up in your chest as the thought of him slipped through. Charming smile, welcoming arms, and easy words. You missed him, but he too was feeling the end-season grind. Fluttering around his boat raceway, Rendog ignored you.
It probably wasn't his fault, the day a hermit doesn't accidentally overwork themselves is the day the earth stops turning!- You quickly shake away memories of a looming anxiety and a too-large moon. Settling instead into this paraylzing chill. The fluffy blanket- a gift from him- cradled you snugly. But it was as if your blood had turned cold. Heart to stone.
A buzz from your comm pulls you back to the dark room, soft ear twitching, screen lighting up with a notification. Hope and confusion muddles your fuzzy head. You grope for the metal box, dragging it towards you. It takes some heavy blinks in order for your pupils to adjust to the onslaught of light, but when they do- your eyes widen.
'Hey, need any help with any projects?'
...
After so long of neglect from Ren the message pulls a mixed reaction. Excitement, and anger. Your fingers dance across the keyboard without thinking.
'No. No need to bother.'
Its snarky, you know it, but your too damn tired to be polite.
'Are you sure? is everything okay? :(' His message pings back, almost instantly. You hold back a cringe, knowing somewhere deep within that lashing out is childish.
'Yes.'
Turning the comm over you stare into the dark abyss of your room. Void a welcome blanket. Covering you and hiding from the outside world. Eyes drifting shut, and you nearly pass out before a buzz jolts you. With a huff, you turn away from the intruding device, nuzzling futilely into the soft sheets. A few more buzzes pass before the pressing silence is back.
Faint birdcalls, the wind against the windows and trees outside, occasional rocket. It was soothing, but reminded you how the world goes on without you. Every hermit plunged into projects or Decked out. While your here.
Here.
Withering away pitifully. Holding back a sniffle you mourn. How did they have such endless energy? How did they deal with the increasing pressure upon their shoulders? How did Xisuma stay so ontop of everything and everyone? How was Tango constantly there for Decked out? How did Grian manage his own life games? How did-
A knock startles you. Snapping your jaw shut to hold back a bleat.
...
The stretch of uneasy silence that follows almost has you questioning if it even occurred. Maybe you were so desperate you were going mad-
"I know you're in there. If you don't want to answer that's alright I just- ...wanted to see you."
His tone is...soft. Sincere. Almost...tired. It stirs in your chest again.
...
You could never stay mad at him.
"Come in." You answer, voice scratchy from lack of use. You swallow, feeling the grit. It seems to take him a minute to realize you gave permission, but you can hear him shuffle and the door click open. It casts a rectangle of light into the dark room, His shadow outlined against the back wall. Ren stumbles inside, kicking off his shoes, and setting on the very corner of the bed. His weight makes it dip, and your heart skips a beat at having him close. Longing to untangle from the bed, and tangle into him, but pride holding you back. He smells of the cold and pine, yet the underlying scent of sweet musk and pumpkin pie like you remember. Ears twitching as he takes a deep breath, indicating your attention towards him.
"So..." Ren begins, surely picking at his cuticles like he does when he's nervous. He's almost never nervous, seeming so sure in all his actions. It hurts you to know he's hurting. Stupid empathy. "How are you doing, baby? I know its been a while since we've had time to hangout.." You huff, bitter amusement forcing a harsh smile.
"Since you've had time to hangout." you correct plainly, and he cringes.
"Right...I'm sorry, baby. I-" He takes an unsteady breath. "This isn't an excuse, but i've been having a really hard time mentally. With the raceway, some weird lingering vibeys from the king, Decked out, approaching the end of the season...It's all a lot. And I've been isolating myself and I know it." He's been having a hard time too...The realization chokes you up. He wasn't ignoring you, he was struggling, same as you. That idiot.
"Baby?-" You cut him off before he can ramble further, lunging from your blanket prison and into him, grappling and flopping backwards to pull him ontop of you. His warm skin sends goosebumps down your arms and a jolt up your spine. He allows himself to be pulled- or perhaps he was genuinely shocked. For a second he remains tense, but your soft hands and hair against him soothe away the nerves and he melts.
"You're an idiot." You scold affectionately, blunt nails drawing up and down his back. For the first time in a long time, warmth crawls beneath your skin. Heart melting from its icy prison. He grumbles, warm breath in your neck shivering pleasantly.
"I know." He relents, you make a noise of protest.
"But you're my idiot, my brilliant, adorable, amazing idiot." The words fall easy from your lips, he was truly a light in your life, and it was easy to tell him. The thumping of his tail against the plush bed brought a smile, you always found it adorable how his body betrayed him.
"Don't flatter me baby, I should be groveling to you" Ren shoots back, leaning back to meet your gaze. His eyes are like gemstones, glittering with affection, yet tinted by exhaustion. "You're wonderful, caring for me despite your own troubles. So talented in everything you put your mind towards, and you always look damn sexy doing it." He winks and you flush, hiding the embarrassed bleat with a cough. Laughing airily he leans, resting his forehead against your own. "We'll get through this slump together, alright baby?"
Humming in agreement you admire his features in the low light. Long eyelashes and quirked smile. What you wouldn't do for him.
"And, lets work on communication. Right?" You raise an eyebrow, sending a flush across his cheeks. "What? don't get sheepish on me now." You joke, a common slight towards you due to your fluffy heritage.
"No no of course not- thats your job." Ren agrees, basking in your faux annoyed eyeroll and small bleat.
"But seriously- together." You insist, smile sweet on your lips.
"Together." He agrees, he would vow himself to you a million times over, give up everything in his life should you need it, wait on your every need.
And you would do the same.
His lips are as soft as ever against your own, slightly chapped from the cold wind, but supple and plush. Ren kisses like it was the last kiss ever, pouring his heart into the connection. Sturdy, warm, caring.
Summary: Cuddles with your loving boyfriend, Rendog.
TW: Light hearted possessiveness, use of the word 'baby', licking, some innuendos, minor ticking.
A/N: First post! Sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors I am dyslexic lol.
You land on the ground with a solid 'thump', knees protesting due to the rougher landing. The elytra swishes closed behind you, weight evident on your shoulders. You couldn't be bothered, the pain was expected after spending the entire day helping Scar terraform. The work was incredibly rewarding, the large green landscape you has helped to create was evidence of that. Its just...being hunched over all day was never good on the back. At least in regular building you were able to take breaks during decorating the walls or the ceiling. Vaguely wondering how Scar upkeeps his endless energy you push open the doors to your base. The lightness was welcoming as you stash your elytra by the door, and take off your shoes.
The skittering of claws on hardwood brings a smile to your face, it seems he was home early. The loud footfalls reach the corner, and the figure lunges to correct their overshoot, scrabbling around the bend. You simply watch in amusement. He's such an idiot. But as your loving boyfriend's head pops up, sunglasses askew on his face and a wide pointy-toothed grin you can't help but melt a little. His tail wagging excitedly. That is- before he knocks straight into you. Glasses clattering to the floor.
The air is pushed from your lungs, and for a split, terrifying second, your body is weightless. Then Ren's large arms wrap around your figure, and your plucked off your feet into a bone crushing hug. He's warm, as always. Even the smooth metal arm pressing into your side ran toasty, something about redstone expelling heat when active? Not your ballpark. Ren smells of leaves, dog fur, and smoked wood. The smell of home. Of course it's always hard to ignore how ripped he is, the ease in which he's holding you, how solid his chest feels pressed against yours. (He was incredibly distracting when shirtless.)
"Hi puppy" You coo, running your nails up and down his back. He shudders under your touch, and pulls away. Your anticipating his signature grin and pickup line, but he looks troubled. Panic sparks through you. "Ren?" You ask, brows furrowing, instead of gracing you with a response he sniffs once, and then dives into your neck, sniffing away. "Ren!" you squeak, squirming to try and avoid is assault. His nose pokes and prods, never lingering for more then a second before gliding to the next spot. tingles run up your spine as spikes of sensitivity run through you. "Ren stop!" You squeal, and he finally pulls away. Scowling dramatically.
"You smell like Scar." He declares, eyeing you wearily. You chuckle, still recovering from the tickling.
"Of course, I was helping him terraform." You explain, amusement gracing your lips. He does not look pleased.
"You smell too much like Scar." Ren explains further, still giving you a look "You haven't been getting busy with that nosy Vex have you?" You cant stop the laughter that bubbles up,
"No! no!" You fight down giggles, "You know how touchy Scar is, nothing more."
"Fine. I'll believe you, baby." a grin slowly works its way onto his face "but I cant have you waltzing around here smelling like another man, can I?"
"Oh no-" You barely manage out before Ren whisks you to the bedroom. Your teasing, of course, seeing Ren worked up making you smell like him does cause a bit of flush. It doesn't matter to him that only he can really tell, he is dead set on claiming you.
The plush surface is a welcome break from the labor of today, your large bed possessing one too many blankets. Ren insists its cozy- you call it nesting instinct. Laying you gently on you back Ren crawls on top, wasting no time nuzzling into your neck once again.
He lets himself breathe into your space, fanning hot air across your bare skin. Goosebumps prickle your spine, cascading down your arms and legs. The hair on the back of your neck stands. He spends a few moments like this, just holding you close and nuzzling into you neck. Cuddling with him is always your favorite activity. Unexpectedly you struggle down a sound, a warm, wet tongue licking up the side of your neck. You cringe slightly, bit sigh knowing its one of his favorite things. He does it again, this time up the front. Ren often licked as a sign of affection, it was in his doggy genes after all. But it always made you jump slightly, weird to get used to you guess. He continues the pattern, finishing the other side before starting to kitten-lick. Each sharp flick of his tongue made you squirm, bordering on tickling.
"Rennn" You protest, whining his name exaggeratedly. "Stop ticking" He pulls away with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry darling" his smile always reaches his eyes, crinkling the crows feet and sparkling them with affection. It almost always takes your breath away at how much loves his eyes contain for you. It was hard to believe a man so packed with sunshine would even give you the time of day. You smile back, although your sure the tiredness of the day effected it, and freed an arm to cradle his face. Stubble slightly scratchy. He leans eagerly into the touch, smooshing his cheek into your awaiting palm. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone, Ren closes his eyes. Your own eyes drift shut, events of day draining your energy. As much as you love Scar, he is a lot. Not as bad as Grian. God forbid you put the two together.
Slowly your breathing deepens, warm and content. Smushed happily under your doting werewolf boyfriend. Your thoughts drift lazily, fluffy and cozy.
"You stopped". Ren's voice jolts you, blinking fully awake. He's pouting slightly, voice rumbling sleepily in his chest.
"Sorry." You murmur, barely able to comprehend his words. "Tired." He nods slowly,
"well allow me to soothe you to sleep, baby." Ren nuzzles into your neck, relaxing his full weight onto you. Admittedly the first time he had done this you had panicked, but now you just accepted it. The many blankets get neglected as he becomes your personal one. Warm and soft. Your eyes flicker shut once again, and sleep isn't hard to find.
Nestled safely in Ren's arms, you cant think of a better place to be.
