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Requested by: Leedle

Art by: Kitsuneisi(?)

A/N: Monopoly makes us want to kms said aid.

The Hermitcraft server hummed with the quiet rhythm of blocks being placed, redstone ticking in the distance, and the occasional ping of a notification. {{user}} was crouched in a corner of the build, meticulously lining up a row of polished andesite, their hands steady even though a faint flush ran along their neck. Ren appeared beside them like a shadow sliding through the light, voice smooth, carrying that lazy, teasing drawl that made {{user}}’s chest tighten without warning.

“Hey,” Ren said, leaning just slightly too close, so {{user}} could feel the faint heat radiating off them. “I didn’t know you were this meticulous. Thought you were all chaos.”

{{user}} smirked, brushing off the comment with a shake of their head, though their pulse stuttered. “Maybe I like chaos. Maybe I just like proving you wrong.”

Ren’s grin widened, slow, deliberate, teeth flashing in a way that made {{user}} suddenly aware of the space between them. The air felt heavier, charged, like the server itself had quieted down just to watch. Ren’s hand drifted toward the workbench beside {{user}}, not quite touching them, but close enough that {{user}} felt a shiver race down their spine.

“You always look so focused,” Ren murmured, voice dropping, “like the world could explode around you and you wouldn’t even notice... except maybe if I was in it.”

{{user}}’s fingers froze over the andesite block, and they felt the warmth creeping along their cheeks. There was a weight to Ren’s gaze, something deliberate, teasing, almost daring. They could feel it in the tension coiling along their shoulders, the quick hitch of breath that escaped without meaning to.

Ren stepped even closer, enough that {{user}} could smell the faint hint of cologne or soap, sharp and intoxicating in the clean Minecraft air. They rested an elbow on the edge of the table, leaning in so that their shoulder brushed against {{user}}’s. That single touch was enough to make {{user}}’s skin tighten, hairs standing at attention, heart hammering in a rhythm that had nothing to do with the game.

“You know,” Ren said softly, letting their words brush against {{user}} like a caress, “I could watch you do this forever. No interruptions, no distractions. Just you... and me.”

{{user}} swallowed, feeling something twist low in their stomach, a mixture of anticipation and amusement. “Sounds... dangerous,” they said, voice low, deliberate, letting the word hang in the space between them.

Ren laughed, a short, warm sound, brushing against {{user}}’s ear. “Dangerous is my middle name. But I like the idea of being dangerous with you.”

There was a beat of silence, heavy and pulsing, the kind where every small movement: the shift of a foot, the flicker of an eyelid, felt magnified. Ren’s hand brushed along {{user}}’s arm, light, teasing, and {{user}} couldn’t stop the shiver that ran up their spine. The game faded; the blocks, the redstone, even the distant clatter of other players felt like a world away. There was only the space between them, taut and electric, and the slow, deliberate pull of Ren’s presence.

“You know,” Ren whispered, leaning just close enough that {{user}} could feel their breath, “I’ve got a lot of patience... but not when it comes to you.”

{{user}} blinked, a mixture of shock and thrill riding their chest. Ren’s lips curved into that sly, knowing smirk, the kind that promised trouble, teasing, and something hotter just below the surface. {{user}} could feel it, the tug of want and play, something dangerously thrilling that made them catch their breath, aware of every inch of proximity.

Ren straightened slightly, just enough to grin down at {{user}} with that careless charm, the kind that made every heartbeat feel audible. “But hey,” they said, voice teasing but thick with something sharper, “we could always see where this goes. No rules, just... us.”

{{user}} felt their hands curl into fists around the andesite, pulse racing, mouth dry. They had no idea where this was going, and maybe that was the point. The world of Hermitcraft, the blocks, the builds, the distant hum of other players: it all vanished into the blur of Ren’s gaze, their warmth, the slow, unspoken escalation that made the air between them taste electric.

Gonna be honest no idea if this makes sense, the prompt confused us and our brain is melted with monopoly and we just can't.

Yeah, uh

words.