Transcendance: Enderman X Reader

2. get well wishes

Healing is slow and painful, but ultimately far better than the alternative. You're lucky your home is stocked with enough food to last a good while. Your days aren't as adventurous as they were before, but in due time you'll be back to your usual routine. For now though, your routine mostly consists of sleeping late, treating your injuries, and cooking.

Today's meal is mushroom soup with a side of chicken. You usually wouldn't go to the extra work of making a soup, but you've got extra time these days. Not to mention the mushrooms were a gift from someone pretty special. They had shown up a couple days ago after you'd absentmindedly complained out loud about having no variety in your diet. Within two hours of your comment, you heard a whoosh and a little pile of mushrooms were dropped in your lap. Quick as the enderman arrived, he disappeared.

It wasn't the first time something like that had happened either, you recall as you sit down to eat your stew. The enderman has been periodically checking in on you for the past two weeks. He never stays long, sometimes only watching from across the lake. But other times he warps inside to check your injuries and drop off gifts. Of course, you have your suspicions that he probably checks in without you knowing as well.

Before you can get too lost in your thoughts, the smell of your soup and a grumbling stomach reminds you to eat. Outside your window the sun is beginning to set, making for a nice backdrop to your meal. If only it didn't remind you so strongly of that night. You pull your gaze away and resume eating. The soup is delicious, it's been so long since you had mushrooms, and these seem to be especially good.

By the time the bowl is empty the sun has set, and you can hear zombies groaning outside your house. You try to ignore it as you wash your bowl and clean up from dinner. A skeleton clinks by as you check that all your doors are closed. A spider hisses as you refill the oil in your lanters. Finally you retire to your bed and pull the red blanket up. A drowned zombie gurgles from the lake as you close your eyes.

The monsters are far enough away, it's night time. You should be able to sleep. But you can not rest now. Not while the monsters wander outside. Every sound reminds you of that night across the mountains. Yes, it ended a week ago but that hasn't stopped your mind from replaying it. You relive it in your dreams. Even now in your waking hours painful memories plague your thoughts.

Quite footsteps can be heard outside your window and you feel your heartbeat spike. Few things walk about so softly, and what follows is deadly. You hold your breath and pray it moves on, or that it's not really a creeper. You hear a hiss and leap to your feet, grabbing your nearby iron sword, forged only this morning and fresh for the fight. Then the hiss suddenly stops and no explosions follow. Cautiously you spin around to see the fire in your furnace has just died. The hissing was only the final whistles of dry wood crackling into ash.

You hang your head, unsure if you should laugh or cry. Before you can decide your body does both for you, letting tired tears slip down your cheeks and you chuckle shakily. You wrap your arms around yourself, a little reminder that you're still here, alive and in tact. Then, without warning, you hear the familiar sound of teleportation. Finally, a sound that doesn't spell your disaster.

Purple ender partials fill the air and not long after, the enderman you've grown quite fond of stands in front of you. Rather than leave a small gift and leave, he stays and watches you intently. He tilts his head to the side, wordlessly seeming to ask what's wrong.

You wipe your eyes and sniff before speaking, "Sorry, I didn't want our reunion to be like this. I'm not in trouble, I was scared over nothing. I'm so stupid sometimes!" you stare down at the floor, too ashamed to look anywhere else.

The enderman shakes its head side to side, disagreeing with your self depicting statement. He pauses for a second, then reaches out with incredibly long arms to pull you into a hug. It's a bit of a shock, but a welcome one. In less than a second you relax and wrap your arms around him. The little sounds he makes creates a pleasant rumbling that has a naturally calming effect.

"Thank you for coming," you mumble and the creature makes a happy sound. He waits until you let go and only then removes his arms from your waist. He motions over to the bed, "don't worry, I'll sleep soon,"

The enderman nods but still waits for you to get in bed, just to be sure. He pulls up your blanket then puts a large hand on your head and gives it a pat. The endermans usually unseen mouth opens into a smile as you visibly relax. Then he steps away. Before he can leave you grab his hand, his eyes widen but he doesn't look agitated. You let go anyway and bashfully whisper, "Can you stay? At least until I fall asleep?"

The Enderman nods, giving a pleasant noise of confirmation. Then the bed dips under new weight as he takes a seat next to you. A spider hisses outside and you flinch, but the Enderman makes an angry noise back at it and it skittles away. Then he turns back to you and holds your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Thank you," you whisper, finally feeling relaxed enough to sleep. Your house has always been safe, but now you can truly rest easy. As you drift off in to a dreamless sleep the enderman stays by your side the entire time. In the morning he was gone of course, but what you didn't know was how he stayed to watch over you through the night up until the sun rose and the monsters burned away.