Life Series one shots

[3L] Why are you awake, my Liege? (Renchanting)

(Can be read as /p or /r but is it not suppose to be a ship oneshot anyways)

The Hand peeked around the cobblestone corner, specifically looking at the King's bed placed at a random area for that night. Martyn's eyes widened when he saw that the bed was empty.

You could never have a nice rest on the server, always needing and wanting to do something. Only if your lucky, you could get enough sleep to not dread the next morning.

Ren, fortunately, was one of those people who fell asleep quickly and (mostly) had a decent rest. He did not toss and turn a lot, but was still alarmed and would perk up or flinch during his unconscious sleep when unfamiliar or sudden noise happened.

Martyn was different than Ren on that, only going to sleep when he was very sure there were no dangers (which was almost impossible to be sure of in the game death...). He would go out and sit outside on the stairs of their wooden shack/shop after checking that his Liege was sleeping fine.

Staring at the walls of Dogwarts and just the moonlight shining was... somehow a bit comforting? But there was always a hint of creepiness that Martyn always felt, he did not really know why and always tried to brush it away as paranoia.

Okay... maybe he should not panic. Maybe Ren woke up from a noise and went to check it. Wait, but that meant there was a noise and Martyn did not hear it.

"My liege?" Martyn called out, stepping around the corner and walked around the room while still calling out for Ren.

The searching of the inside went on for several minutes and Martyn literally had checked every block and place. He sighed in frustration and exhaustion, had he really tired himself out from that? Well, the only areas Martyn have not checked was the outside and in their (more like Ren's) first build where their business started.

Martyn hastily walked outside and gazed around the area before fixing on someone.

His expression was now one of surprised and relief to see his King sitting crosslegged on the porch of the wooden shack they share, looking lost in thought. His King was was slouching unlike his usual straighten up posture, he definitely was confident of no one coming out there and seeing him.

"There you are, my Liege," Martyn sighed as he started to walk to Ren to sit down next to him.

Ren jumped, not seeing or hearing his Hand until Martyn had sat next to Ren. "Me Hand," Ren blinked and smiled. "What are you doing up so late at night?" he asked with a head tilt to the side. He tilted his head back up and adjusted the blood stained crown on his head that fell down slightly.

"Could ask you the same thing, mi'lord," Martyn looked at Ren with a raised eyebrow, testing his chin on his palms. "Thinking about something?"

"How'd you know? Am I really that of an open book?" Ren gasped dramatically but genuinely looked surprised and curious.

Martyn shrugged. Ren was an open book to him. After spending time with one person for a long time, you start to easily recognize what they do or what is out of place. Or at least it was like that for Martyn.

"You seemed really distracted by something, you usually respond to noise instantly," Martyn replied so matter-of-factly. "So, come on, my Liege, spill it."

Ren rolled his eyes but he definitely was not mad. He sighed and changed his leg position to make them outstretched frontwards, feet now on the stairs, before speaking, "It's fine, me hand, no- no very important matters."

It seemed like Martyn did not believe that though, narrowing his eyes at Ren. Good thing his King was not one to be good at keeping secrets and lying.

Ren stared at Martyn. Martyn stared at Ren. The Hand could not see the King's eyes cause of sunglasses the King was wearing but the Hand knew  he had an nervous expression.

There was a moment of silence before Ren let out a groan of frustration, throwing his arms in the air. He looked away from Martyn. "Stop looking at me like that! But please promise me you won't see me as a weak king if I tell you..." Ren requested.

Martyn almost snorted, thinking what Ren said was a joke, but held it back as Ren's expression said otherwise. Martyn placed his hand on Ren's shoulder, gently massaging it.

"My Liege, never in my entire life will I think that," Martyn looked at Ren's eyes through Ren's sunglasses with a serious and confident look. He then chuckled and added, "Am offended you even think I will!"

That got a snicker out of Ren as well. Good. Ren was still looking away from his Hand.

"But— look at me,—" Martyn said before continuing further on. "—seriously, I would never think of you as weak."

Ren turned his head back at Martyn with another chuckle. "Don't order me, me Hand,"

"Well you obeyed," the Hand laughed with a grin. "Now come on, say it."

Ren nodded and sighed, "To put it short, I— I'm just nervous about the outcomes of... when we win the war." his ear flicks after he shook his head, crown falling off but did not care to pick it up.

Martyn blinked and hummed and replied, "And you thought your weak for that, my Liege? We're all stressed about whatever happens, trust me," he took zhis hand off of Ren's shoulder. "But I want to assure you, whatever happens—" Martyn (maybe hesitantly) took Ren's hands in his own. "Will we survive."

Ren looked down at their hands then up at Martyn to make eye contact once again. "Until the end?"

"Until the end."

The King sighed and smiled, nodding happily. "Thank you for- just being here."

"No, thank you for taking me in,"

"Well, your welcome, dude," Ren laughed. He let out a yawn.

Martyn snickered and picked up the discarded crown on the floor and placed it back nicely on Ren's head. "Let's tuck you into bed, mi'lord."

"Can't I just sleep out here?" Ren leaned against the wood wall behind him. "I've seen you do that."

"Wha- no," Martyn looked embarrassed as he protested. "No I haven't."

"Oh? Then tell me why I've seen you here sleeping in the morning, hmm?" Ren raised an eyebrow at his Hand. He smiled when Martyn just sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but I'm accompanying you here," Martyn huffed.

Ren hummed and nodded. "G'night, me Hand," Ren smiled at Martyn one last time behind closing his eyes to go into deep slumber.

"Goodnight, me lord, sleep tight."

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