Hermitcraft Oneshots

Photograph

I'll admit, the transitions on this one are kinda shit.

Some sweet and fluffy Rendoc for the soul

This is a songfic of 'Photograph' by Ed Sheeran, wattpad wont let me link it :(
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"Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes.."

Ren's fingers danced along the frets and strings of his guitar, gently plucking the notes to a simple melody. His buttery smooth voice paired with his guitar nicely, and in that moment, Doc knew exactly why he was in love.

"But it's the only thing that I know.."

Call Doc a romantic, hopeless, whatever you want- he was in love. God- how could he not be?

Ren looked perfect- perfect.

His muscular frame was dusted with fire and moonlight, and now- as he sat crisscrossed over a picnic blanket, a smattering of stars above his head- Doc couldn't have asked for more.

"When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes.."

A small smile bled onto Ren's lips at the lyric, and the hybrid couldn't help but smile in tandem, taking a long look at Ren, how he was now.

He wouldn't ever forget it.

"It is the only thing that makes us feel alive.."

Doc's mechanical eye seemed bright as it looked at his boyfriend, sprawled out on his stomach, and honestly- how could Doc be anything but brighter than usual?

He was starstruck, awestruck, or just simply.. struck.

Bedazzled, enchanted, awed, bathing in the warm feeling of a simple tune.

"We keep this love in a photograph.. We made these memories for ourselves.."

Photograph! Doc kicked himself for not thinking of that sooner, his eye shuttering a few times as it took pictures.

Doc made a mental note to print them out later, but for now?

He'd live in the moment.

"Where our eyes are never closing..
Hearts are never broken..
And time's forever frozen still.."

Ren couldn't help the smile that crept onto his lips, feeling weightless as the chorus of the song churned out of his guitar.

He was nothing short of euphoric, the love of his life laying next to him while he plucked strings- singing a gentle tune of love to the man who deserved it the most.

Fuck.

If Doc was struck, Ren was over the moon.

"So you can keep me, inside the pocket of your ripped jeans.."

They loved each other. They couldn't help but love each other.

If life was a cloth, theres was woven in sync, patterns of swirling color and vibrance splattered across each, patterns that didn't make sense until put together.