Hello everyone, CannedSmeef here. I am creating this story as a hobby, as well as to sharpen my writing skills. I've noticed, however, that a lot of Fanfictions in Minecraft are either poorly written or have no plotline (usually both). So, I aim to make something more or less "quality" in this story. Yes, this is a Romance between Steve and a female Enderman. But no, there will be NO LEMONS. In addition, our Enderwoman will NOT be an anime hybrid (why the hell is that a thing). She will be, to an extent, her mob form. No shapeshifting, no 12 year old girl (you people do realize that that is pedophilia, right?) who is ruler of Enderman, and no slutty personality-lacking characters.

Not trying to disrespect the community, just letting you know that none of that will be in this story.

And before you scream "Minecraft fetishist!", that isn't the case here. I'm doing this for fun, not for pleasure (again, T rated).

So, summary disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft, this will be T rated, no lemons, no anime hybrid people, and no pedophilia.

Chapter One: A First for Everything

*click*

*click*

*fizzle*

The stick began to emit a harmonious glow, slowly brightening by the second. Within moments it became too bright for Steve to even hold in his hand anymore, so he wedged the end of the torch into the cracks of the walls of the cave. The heavenly light calmed his pounding heart, as the caverns went from pitch black to an orangey-yellow—he hated the dark. The dark always seemed to be present, and even with the greatest of fires it always followed him close behind. A cloak of despair and uncertainty was forever so close to Steve, just mere feet away from swallowing him whole and plunging him into the realm of the feared.

Steve fumbled for the tie on his storage sack, and carefully opened it wide. The familiar blue radiance emerged, and he placed his flint and steel into the pack. It almost immediately vanished into colorful dust, and was swept away by the magical current within his leather satchel. The seemingly infinite space was always so beautiful, like gazing into the Northern Lights, or staring into the eyes of God himself. Steve closed his eyes, and concentrated on what he wanted most—Nourishment. He had filled his satchel with various food items before he had begun his spelunking, knowing that all of his hard work would surely exhaust his energy. He reached his hand inside, and continued to think. With a familiar *zing*, he felt something form into his hand. He opened his eyes and looked at the pumpkin pie that had just appeared from seemingly nothing. He took the dessert out of his bag, and sealed it shut.

With one swift movement, Steve grabbed his trusty blade of iron and sliced the pie in half on the cold stone floor. He continued to make clean cuts until it was made of eight individual pieces, ready for consumption. Steve licked his lips, and quickly began devouring the pastry. His ravenous hunger only fueled his need for sustenance, causing him to stuff it inside himself as fast as he could.

The third slice didn't satisfy him, nor did the fourth or the fifth. Steve had eaten seven of the eight slices, and was preparing to indulge himself on the final one. But that is when he heard it.

*voop*

The all too familiar sound of an Enderman's teleportation echoed throughout the caves, chilling his spine like a blizzard of the worst proportions. Without hesitation, Steve retrieved his carved out pumpkin from his magic satchel and placed it on his head. He had read in ancient text on the walls of previously explored caves that pumpkins would deter the aggressive behavior the towering figures. He wasn't sure if it was true or not, but it was worth a try.

Footsteps began to sound to his right, each one louder than the last. Panic further increased in Steve's blood, and every second that went by made it harder for him to keep his fragile sanity. He struggled to smother his fear, for he didn't want to seem like an easy target for the monster coming his way.

*step*

*step*

*step*

It was directly in front of him now. He could barely contain his screams of horror, preparing to embrace the pain that awaited him. He also tried his best to resist the urge to grab his sword lying by his side, but that would likely anger the creature.

"Wow, seriously?"

Steve's shuddering slowed to a halt upon hearing the voice. It wasn't dark or threatening at all—it was feminine. Light in tone, yet heavy in pitch in order to be considered tough. The voice, although slightly distorted with clicks and pops, was oddly reassuring. The sound of the monster soothed his fear, warming his insides with a faint joy that he had never felt before. He couldn't describe why, but he seemed to have... Recovered entirely. Now he was simply dealing with the shock of listening to the sound of a sentient being's voice.

It had been years since the last time he heard an intelligent sound. That one village, next to the mountain, full of sharp, yet ludicrous people, with pickles for noses rather a point. Tears whelmed in his eyes as he thought of the happy-go-lucky citizens that once existed there, only for them to be exterminated by the creatures that lurked in the night. The howls of agony that rang out throughout the meadows could have brought even the bravest of heroes to their knees. He knew he couldn't help them. As much as it tortured his very soul, he couldn't do anything to help them. He could only watch the flames that consumed their homes, knowing that come that morning, all would be but ashes.

He felt the tears stream down his face, before the second phrase was spoken by this stranger.

"Another 'pumpkin man'. For heaven's sake, if I could find just one person who doesn't think that all Enderkind are the same. 'Never look at them this, and never look at them that.' Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"

Steve slowly brought up his head, ignoring all thoughts of averting his eyes. He felt his spirits lift, for he was gazing upon one of the most beautiful entities he had ever witnessed. She was around 3 meters high, with skin as dark as the caves themselves. Her limbs were slightly disproportionately long, but seemed to fit her figure perfectly. Also noteworthy was her build—apparently, female Endermen could have curves. But they were not ridiculous in size, they were rather small in form, as if they could pass for a human's. She appeared to have rudimentary clothing on, sown together from hide and string, forming a kilt and a vest. She also had a leather cap, which sat upon long, indigo hair that waved down to her shoulder blades. But out of all of this, what he found to be the most noticeable was her complexion—The near perfection of her face was almost too much to handle. He continued up to meet her large eyes, with bright purple irises, which further widened as he made eye contact with her.

"Whoa. Okay, you're actually looking at me. That's a first..."