You Are (Renora Week: Passions)
Most people would find it incredibly corny and probably call them saps, but if anyone asked what motivated them, drove them, what they worked towards, what their passion was. Ren and Nora would say that their passion and drive was their best friend. That was it.
The answer was often met with playful scowls or eyerolls or a muttered "of course" that they could only barely hear. But then they'd be met with the next question: Why? Why would you work for someone who may not feel the same way? Why would you work for someone who might not be meeting you halfway? Why would you work for someone who might not even be there for you in a few years?
Ren used to be offended by the question, the notion that Nora, his best friend, would drop everything they had and just leave. He knew her better than they did. Nora wasn't the type of person to leave her friends behind. Ever. There was no if, and's, or but's about it. But his response stayed the same: "I will always try my hardest to keep her safe and happy. Where she goes, I go. She's home," he'd say with a calm smile.
Nora would usually feel anxious about the following inquiries. What if this was a one-sided thing? What if Ren did leave? What if he got sick of her and just called it quits? Who would she have left? Where would she go? What would she do? What would be the point anymore? In her heart, she knew that she was panicking, but… those were real possibilities. She responded with "I dont know." Her mood would be sufficiently killed for the day.
It wasn't until they were engaged that their answers changed.
"Nora isn't just my home. She isn't just the love of my life. She is my soulmate and my best friend. She's my reason for pushing forward. She's my reason for being a hunter. She's my reason for being here as long as I have. The least I can do is make sure she's always smiling," Ren said with a brighter smile on his face as he'd watch her from a distance.
"I used to have so many doubts about our relationship, but now? I don't have a reason to have any. Ren gives me a hundred and ten percent. He's never given me any less. Besides," she laughed. "He's about ninety percent of my impulse control. It's only fair that I indulge him in fantastic kisses, cuddles, and sex."
On the occasions that he'd hear her, Ren would wrap his arm around her waist and whisper "We'll see if that's what you're saying when we get home," before lightly kissing her forehead. Turns out, she was lying about "indulging" him.
A/N: So… this is short af because I really didn't know what the hell I was writing and I'm certain that I missed the mark of the actual prompt, but it's gonna be okay. I should have replaced some of those verbs, but I'm a little tied up in packing so… Got a 1% NSFW, but no one in this tag is pure, so it's fine, right? Right.