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Summary: Lighter gets home after a long, tiring commission and gets surprised by a ghost (you).
Warnings: Smut so read at your own risk, Handjob, Groping, Non-consensual touching but trustttt it becomes consensual, Reader has a dick
"Welcome back! How'd it go?", Caesar greets the two getting out of the truck.
"Well you know how it is. Another one down.", Piper responds.
Lighter only nods, his scarf fluttering mysteriously, even though there isn't even a hint of a breeze. What the others don't see, is the sheer exhaustion in his eyes. He knows Piper's driving style of course, but he just can't get used to how wild she drives. Not to mention the commission itself being incredibly tiring.
The air is hot and blazing, not helping his condition. He feels like he's burning up in his clothes. The only thing on his mind right now is a proper break.
He smacks Piper's back.
"You got this right?"
She turns to him, a lazy smirk on her face.
"Don't worry, you can rely on good ol' Piper. I'll give the boss the report."
"Alright, thanks. Later"
His steps quicken and he walks towards his room. He opens the door- excited to finally cool off- and is greeted by the same hot air as outside. He sighs, entering his room regardless. A break is better than none.
He enters, closing the door behind him. Shrugging off his jacket, he hangs it up neatly, following it up with his scarf. The shirt he wore underneath is almost entirely wet, his sweat having soaked completely through. He takes the hem and slides it up, the fabric unwillingly separating from his skin. Pulling it over his head, he tosses it towards his dirty laundry hamper.
He opens the button on his pants before he's suddenly interrupted by a cold touch on his back. At first it's only a spot, only for a moment. Like lightning hitting the earth. He hesitates, trying to figure out what it was. Then, it's there again. Now, it stays, sliding up his spine and then vanishing again. He jumps, all of a sudden, a larger patch of coldness covers his back. His muscles tense at the sensation, the iciness almost painful in comparison. The sudden shock prevents him from making any moves.
Then it moves, sliding down to his side, moving around his torso and finally cupping his breast. As soon as the patch reaches its goal, he almost stumbles, as suddenly his entire back is covered in coldness. Itâs like heâs being pulled into a refrigerator. A longer area winds around his stomach, pulling him closer into the arctic temperatures. It almost feels like a hug, but who, what, could do this?
He turns his head back, he doesn't see anything there and the painful pleasure of the frigidness is making it a little hard to think.
"Hi."
He almost jumps out of his skin as the word flutters across his neck. Finally, his instincts kick in and he wrestles out of their grasp. Immediately, he assumes a fighting stance towards where he thinks that person is, though not without some regret at having to bear the blazing heat again.
"What are you?"
"Just someone looking to warm up."
"...."
"Oh come now, relax. I'm not gonna do anything you don't like. Weren't you enjoying yourself too? It seemed like you were feeling hot."
It was true. Although he was heavily confused by this entire situation, he did enjoy it. But he doesn't even know this... person, or know what they are.
You sigh, your breath freezing the air in front of you.
"I... don't really know 'what' I am. My current guess is I'm a ghost or something. I remember dying, at least."
A ghost. Lighter felt like laughing. Ghosts aren't real... Is what he would say, but the entire situation was already incredible bizarre. Someone he couldn't see was touching him, and quite inappropriately too. But the iciness of your touch... Plus, who was he to discount your experiences? Maybe you really do remember dying.
"I'm... sorry."
"Ahh, don't be. Sometimes people just die."
He jumps, quickly turning around. Your voice had suddenly come from behind him.
"So how about my offer?"
Lighter coughed from the emotional whiplash. On one hand, he really does want to cool off and has to admit your touch wasn't quite unwelcome. On the other hand, just, sleeping with a random person, not to mention a ghost? He's never slept with anyone ever, so he doesn't really have any experience. Sure, he's watched some porn and also jerked off but that's something entirely different from straight up sex.
But then again... If itâs a ghost, there would be no need to feel insecure, right? Theyâre already dead, what are they going to get out of judging him? And you seem rather desperateâŠ
He hesitates before he answers.
"Hm... I don't know. It's a little unfair I can't even tell where you are."
"Oh! I can fix that."
This time, your voice came from his bed. A snap sounds and suddenly a blue-greenish person appears on his bed. He takes a step back, taking the time to carefully muster you. Sometimes your features blur before tightening into a comprehensible face, maybe a side effect from not being entirely real.
His eyes wander down and you're entirely naked, your dick also already standing at attention. He has to swallow once, your attractiveness overwhelming him. The prettiest person he has ever met is just... laying on his bed. Naked. Asking him to fuck.
Heâs still a little doubtful, but he has been so pent up and the heat is agonizing. Sweat is already building up on his skin again, now that his only relief is already gone.
"I... Alright. I guess we can... Try. Fucking I mean."
"Fucking?"
You get up from the bed. Your movements seem a little heavy, almost like you're moving through water. He lets you get close to him, tensing in anticipation, your face right up to his, your breaths mingling.
"I never implied we were going to have sex but... you know. I don't mind~"
Before he could answer, you pressed your lips to his, the mind-numbing coldness making him dizzy. Nonetheless he manages to return the kiss, even moving against you but then you lick across his lips. He barely manages to open his mouth before you barge in, your tongue sliding across the inside of his mouth. It's almost like eating ice cream, if the ice had a mind of its own, fighting against him.
As you pull away, he swears he can see a small amount of steam escaping, before he focuses on the string of spit connecting your mouths.
You smile at him, before moving behind him, pulling him into a hug and cupping his breast.
"Let's continue from where we left off, shall we?"
He'd chuckle if he could, but before he can even react, you started kneading his breast, making sure to flick your fingers across his nipple. A moan escapes him, the slight pain of the coldness mixes with the pleasure of having his tit toyed with.
Then your second hand joins the first one in kneading his tits, making him moan louder. His flesh is soft, jiggling every time you let it go.
Your tongue slips out of your mouth, the cold wetness gliding from the bottom of his neck up to right below his ear. He can't suppress the shudder that overcomes him with the tinge of coldness that stays when the air meets his wet skin. You stop right where his neck meets his shoulder. Baring your teeth, you gently bite into the skin before suckling and licking it.
Your hands glide across his skin, along his sides down to his front, over the muscles leading to his groin and stop just short of his pants. A breath heavy with tension escapes him, your mean hands having wound him up significantly.
His skin bristles up to form goosebumps, your cold touch driving him crazy. It only gets worse when you dip your hands into his pants, slowly tracing down to his dick. He can't help the moan that escapes once your freezing hand meets his burning cock. He hadn't undressed the entire time, thus the heat he had built up was still stuck in his pants.
Taking his cock fully in your hand, you bite down a little harder on his neck, determined to mark him. Your other hand slides back up to his chest, switching between flicking his nipple and caressing, groping his boob. He yelps at the sudden increase of pressure. The sensations are coalescing, the stimulation too much. The blistering air, his feverish body is being pulled down into the depths of the arctic, combined with the sexual pleasure of you pumping his dick is winding him up further and further, thrusting into your hand, until his body tenses, cumming. His knees buckle, the sensations overwhelming him as he covers his underwear and your hand in white liquid.
You catch him, letting him down on the floor as carefully as possible. Lighter pants, trying to catch his breath. He leans back onto you, closing his eyes. Already having been exhausted, he almost nods off. Not wanting to leave him on the floor, you gently shake him. You guide him to his bed, helping him lay down. As soon as his head hits the pillow, heâs gone. His breathing slows.
Heâs still in his pants and underwear, so you pull his clothes off, putting them next to his shirt. Unfortunately, you don't really have anything to clean him off, so you grab his shirt and just sort of wipe him down. Lighter twitches in his sleep as your inhumanly cold fingers touch him, so you take care not to. After throwing his shirt back onto the pile, you dissipate your physical form.
Itâs been a while since youâve had someone so reactive and attractive all for yourself. Just thinking of his tits makes you drool.
Warnings: Straight porn, there is zero plot involved. Blow job (reader giving), gender and sex neutral, 18+ or whatever
Notes: Idk guys i just wanted to try my hand at something and I'm horny for Lighter
Your tongue slides out of your mouth, the flat of your tongue pressing against his dick firmly. A musty, salty taste fills your mouth instantly. You moan out loud, the taste heavenly- if only because itâs Lighterâs dick youâre tasting.
Enticed by the taste, you slide your tongue along his head, swiping up some of the pre-cum already on the head. As you reach the other side, you separate from his cock, only to immediately dive in again. Sticking your tongue out, you press his dick onto the upper part of your tongue, slowly sliding it down until it separates from you again all while making sure your tongue curves to envelop the round shape of the head.
Lighter watches you fascinated, quiet moans escaping him. The way you treat his dick like itâs your personal toy makes him feel strange; A pulling sensation rises from his groin into his stomach, swirling in a mix of arousal and confusion. Itâs an almost giddy feeling. But before he can process this any further, you swoop down, taking the head of his dick fully in your mouth.
He moans, letting his head fall back, his eyes screwed shut at the sensation. His muscles tense, trying to buck up into your mouth. But you're cruel: You only hold him in your mouth for a moment. A string of spit connects you to him, before it separates and drops down in the space between you.
You continue your onslaught with only a moment of rest for him. Your tongue slides across his cock, not leaving a single surface untouched. Unfortunately, his dick doesn't quite stay where it is, so you grasp him with your hand. While making sure to hold him steady, you start gently rubbing circles into the sensitive skin, even pumping your hand just a little bit.
Lighter lays his arm across his face. Everything you do drives him crazy; he's not sure he can hold onto his sanity. How embarrassing for him to cave so easily because of one blow job. Then again, maybe it's also because it's you.
His dick throbs as you swirl your tongue around it. A pearl of pre-cum escapes his slit. Naturally, you make it your personal duty to lick it up and dig into his slit. The feeling of your tongue opening up his hole just a little brings him over the edge, white liquid spilling out onto and around your tongue. His moans reach a new high as his back arches and his hands come down to clench the sheets.
Returning his moan, you try to catch as much of his cum as possible in your mouth, the delectable heavenly taste flooding your taste buds.
When his dick stops spurting out cum, you immediately lean back down, licking up anything that escaped you, eliciting a whine from the man below you. You finish by giving his softening tip a kiss.
Grabbing a nearby tissue, you clean off your mouth as one would after eating a hearty meal. Straightening your outfit, you discard the tissue in a nearby trash can.
You walk around the bed towards the headboard. Lighter looks up at you, still panting a bit. Lifting your fingers, they gently envelope his cheek, holding it steady as you kiss him. There's not much in the kiss, no hunger or overwhelming love. But it helps him clear his mind, assures him you won't leave him. He returns the kiss, turning towards you. His hand comes up to stroke your head. You let him, the both of you simply enjoying the calmness of the moment as you separate and simply look at each other.
watching kinich jerk off n hes nervous about it đđ
NSFW content below the cut // old ass ask đ
fuckfuckfuckfuck why are you looking at him like that?! fuck he feels like he's gonna cum already if you tend to keep watching that intently!
there was nothing wrong in getting 'confortable' in your own room but it was another thing if you got caught jerking it to your roommate.
but damn this whole watch him get off to the thought of you thing was making him real sensitive now. no wayâ was he really turned on by.. the mere thought of it?!
yes to tldr!! because he was caught like a bitch in heat, moaning your name oh-so-sweetly, thinking you wouldn't hear but there you were. on the edge of the bed, and observing his fingers slowly move up and down his shaft.
"no need to be so slow just because I'm watching you know." he only flushes harder hearing your words, but if he goes too fast than what he can handle right now, he feels like he's gonna explode!!
"buuut... you know.. that's fine.. I could.. always help you though." ahhh fuck what a loser you'll think of him, his dick just spurting out a load hearing that sentence. you'd really help?
he didn't let out a single damn moan, kinich was too embarassed to face you after what just happened. his head still thrown back out of pleasure, his back forming a perfect arch.
yet another warm, strong grip was felt on his cock. he immediately sprung back upâ "what- what're you doing, (name)?!" the sudden panic sets in, yet it felt so pathetic as he tried to move away but the friction against your hand was too much for him to handle.
"look like you want help. and i'll give it pretty boy. don't worry." he wasn't one to submit but damn were you hot when in control. he shrunk back to his original position and let you stroke his member instead. it'd probably feel a lot better anyway.
and better it wasâthe euphoric feeling of your digits running over all seven inches, and teasing the slit of his dick. he actually just might cum all over your palm if you keep stroking it like how you are right now.
"ahhnâ(name)..." his face scrunched up in pleasure, your touch lasting longer as it romaed over the tip of his shaft.
"soooo good right? you like the way that feels?" and all he can really do is hum, hum that slowly turns to a moan as he tries to find the letters of your name.
Summary: You requested a titjob from Lighter and well. For some reason, he agreed.
Warnings: Smut, 18+ etc, Titfucking, Reader has a dick, Titplay, Nipple play, Groping (consensual), Handjob
Notes: LMAO i think i wrote it kind of shittily but alas. not everything can be the cream of the crop amirite guys
âHah⊠HahâŠâ
You pant as you grind against Lighterâs bulge, your face buried in his neck. Your arms are wrapped tightly around him, hugging him as close to you as you can, your desperation driving you to grind even harder against him.
âThank you.. ahhâŠ. For agreeing⊠mmh⊠to this⊠angh..â
The man youâre feverishly grinding on only nods in response, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. His face is flushed and he lets out quiet pants, trying to keep his sounds in check. You slide a hand into his hair and grasp his hair to push him into a kiss. Your mouths crash into each other, desperation making your movements sloppy as your tongues mingle with each other. Drool slips down, dripping onto his jacket, but neither of you care enough to wipe it off. Slowly, you start moving your kisses away from his lips and onto his jaw, along his jaw line down to his neck. Unfortunately his clothes are in the way of going any further, so you rip yourself away from him, carefully unravelling his scarf before practically tearing his jacket and underlying shirt off of him.
Instantly, youâre back on his neck, biting and sucking marks into it. He doesnât even attempt to stop you, confident that his jacket or his scarf will cover it tomorrow. Meanwhile, you let your hands wander further and further down, sliding them across his body. Then, just to tease him, you start using only the very tips of your fingers to ghost across his sides. He shivers in response, giving you an unserious glare.
You chuckle at this, before your hands find his real target: His tits. You cup both of them with your hands, squeezing them. He gasps quietly, not having expected it. You press your thumbs into his flesh, stroking them with some pressure. Then you let go, attracting a disappointed sigh from the man below you. This doesnât last very long however, since your hands immediately find his nipples. You start rubbing them gently before steadily speeding up, forcing sinfully beautiful moans out of him. Licking your lips, you lean down and wrap your lips around one of them, your hand moving to hold his pec instead. Your warm mouth envelops his nipple, swirling your tongue around it and sucking on it.
Unable to bear the pleasure, Lighter covers his lower face with his hand, unfortunately obscuring his lecherous moans. His hard dick digs into your ass- a clear reminder that youâre not the only one enjoying this.
After one last lick of his nipple, you go back to working lovebites into his skin, slowly moving up back to his neck. You remove your mouth from his skin for a moment.
âLighter~ Remove your arm for me, wonât you? Wanna hear you~â
Using your head, you gently nudge his arm until he moves it away. He stares down at you for a moment, meeting your eyes. A moment passes before you smile at him, your eyes crinkling as you give him another kiss on his chest. His gaze softens ever so slightly- though you donât notice it, since his sunglasses are hiding it.
Instead, you get up. Finally, you get to the main part and the reason you have Lighter here in front of you: A titjob. Of course, his tits arenât big enough to fully envelop your cock, but who cares. You want him and his tits.
So, you only take off whatâs necessary, so you can get to the main action quicker. You push Lighter down, moving him to lay flat on his back. Amused, he follows your instructions. Heâs curious to see how youâll use his tits to get off. Thatâs one of the reasons he agreed to your request- simple curiosity. No⊠other reason.
After he has laid down, you hover over his chest, your dick standing fully erect. Slowly, you move down as if you were sitting on him. You canât help but moan when your balls and the lower side of your dick touch his skin. Gently, you start rocking yourself between his tits.
You canât help but admire the view; the countless bites and marks you made are red and clearly visible, his nipples stiff, not to mention his breasts are so full⊠You put your hands to the sides of his body and start pushing his tits together, bringing them ever so closer to your dick. Drool starts collecting in your mouth at this and you have to swallow hard.
You start grinding against his chest harder and harder, your dick throbbing at the stimulation. Pre-cum spills out of your tip, smearing in between his tits with every thrust. But itâs just not quite enough- the stimulation is pleasing and being able to touch and grope his tits with your dick at the same time makes you feel like you could cum on the spot. Still, you feel like something is missing.
Unconsciously, you start slowing down. Lighter takes notice of this; he had been watching your dick move the whole time, noting how close it got to his face. Itâs almost mesmerizing watching your cock get right up in his face, only to then immediately rush away. In fact, if he only leaned up a bit more, he could probably have the tip in his mouth with every upward thrust.
And so he does exactly that, lifting his head and letting his tongue loll out of his mouth. Now, when you thrust up, the tip of your dick enters his mouth just the slightest bit. Your eyes widen at the feeling of warmth around your cock, immediately speeding up your grinding and thrusting.
âNgh, thank you Lighter.. Thank yoU! So much⊠ahhhnghâŠâ
The view above him speaks more than any words you could say; A moaning and groaning mess, desperately grinding against his chest like some sort of pervert, your hands fondling his chest. Your face is distorted in ecstasy, panting, drool slipping out of your mouth, your eyes half-lidded. It makes his own dick throb as well. Just to help you out a little, he lifts his hand and places it on top of your dick, offering you additional stimulation.
âAh! Lighter thank youngh, thAnk you s-so much⊠Hngh!â
Heat courses through you like waves crashing on the beach, encouraging you to grind harder and faster, begging you to experience more and more and more-
White liquid spills out of your dick, shooting directly onto Lighterâs face. His mouth is still open, so some of it flies into his mouth and onto his tongue.
You ride out your high, your eyes squeezed shut. When you open your eyes, the most beautiful sight greets you: Your one and only beloved crush Lighter, panting with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, face covered in your cum. Itâs enough to make you hard again. But you decide, this time it shouldnât just be about you.
First, you lean down, meeting his tongue with yours and sliding into his mouth. Sliding it around his mouth, you make sure none of your cum stains his mouth, before releasing him and licking up the cum on his face. He moans at your actions, grinding against you.
Of course, you havenât forgotten about him, slipping a hand down and into his trousers. Originally, you meant to slip your hand into his underwear as well, but it doesnât really matter. You give his bulge one firm squeeze- which makes him cum almost instantly, a loud, slutty moan escaping his mouth.
You stare at him in surprise; His stomach tenses, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Who wouldâve thought the Lighter would come unravelled at just the lightest touch of your hands? But you most certainly donât mind. When he grinds into your hand as a result of his orgasm, you make sure to knead his dick, overstimulating him ever so slightly. Biting his neck, you squeal internally; itâs just so hot to see him just as needy as yourself.
He, however seems to disagree, turning his head away from you. You can see just the barest hints of a blush from your angle, but it doesnât matter. Instead, you slowly trace your finger over his chest, through the remaining fluids, up his neck to his chin, where your finger stills for a moment, before exerting pressure, so that he turns his face back to you. Heâs quite adorable, red-faced and averting your gaze. You do note, however, that he doesnât avoid you. He could have avoided turning his head to you, as strong as he is, but he still chose to follow your movement.
So, you lean forward, capturing his lips in a kiss- unlike the previous ones, this one is soft and gentle, meant to encourage and reassure him. It seems to work, as he kisses you back. His hands snake around to your hip as he turns to face you better. After a short, sweet moment, you separate yourself from him. You cup his cheek with your hand, gently stroking it with your thumb.
âAh Lighter⊠How come youâre so hot? Just makes me wanna rail you.â
âHm⊠Itâs true, I am very attractive.â
The smallest of smiles graces his face. Itâs almost a bit teasing.
âHow about you do just that then?â
Your eyes widen in surprise. Blinking, you stare at him for a moment.
âR-rail you?â
He nods, letting out an amused huff.
You swallow hard. It really does seem like heâs serious- and you certainly donât plan on missing out on this chance. Quickly, you pin him to the bed below you and smash your lips into his, catching him by surprise.
It seems like your request paid off, in more ways than one.
Based on one of his Trust Events, where he got flustered/shy from being called handsome. So I took it and multiplied it by three.
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"The Red Scarf," "the Undefeated Champion," "the Champion of the Sons of Calydon."
So many titles just for one man. He must be a legend if people speak of him in such a way. Someone that could be considered as a myth. So surreal that there's no way someone like him truly exists. It's impossible to think one person has the ability fight at least 50 men. Alone. All at once. And emerge victorious.
Yet it's all true. That man does exist and that man...
Is currently trying to hide his face with his scarf.
[Name] laughs at Lighter's reaction. He had just called him handsome and he's already so flustered? Is this the same Champion they talk about in the Outer Ring? But hey, he's not complaining. It's cute~
"Is something wrong? Your face is red." To see Lighter's face slowly rivaling the red of his scarf is a sight to behold. A sight.. only for him to see. Oh what privilege.
Lighter didn't respond. Instead he just cleared his throat. "Anyways.." He tries to act all cool and suave. As if being called handsome earlier didn't affect him in such a way which only earned him another laugh from [Name].
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Hanging out with Lighter had always been a joy. Despite his appearance and the whispers about him. He's quite the character. A man of power who sometimes has a childish streak. Someone who can play along and have fun but act all serious when the situation demands it. Who wouldn't love someone like that? Someone from the Outer Ring?
"Oh, they have a couple discount on the milk tea." [Name] thought out loud the moment he read the sign in front of the store. With a cheeky grin he glances over at Lighter and instantly links his arms around the other, making a B-line to the store.
Lighter was about to ask what's wrong only to be cut off by [Name]'s next words. "Excuse me, we like to take the couple discount, please."
Heat instantly makes its way onto Lighter's face. He originally thought that they were in some kind of danger. That someone was stalking them and planning to strike, which is why [Name] linked their arms like that. Trying to lead both of them to safety or something, but no. He was wrong. There wasn't some bad guy for him to fight. No, this is a different fight. A battle against..
..Economy.
Oh the things they do for a discount.
Meanwhile [Name] is extremely happy with himself. They've gotten milk tea for half the price and saw Lighter trying to hide his flustered face by drinking his milk tea.
What a great day to be alive.
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In this quality time of theirs. The two decided to go to the Outer Ring. So far [Name] had always suggested something in New Eridu, making excuses that Lighter should learn a few things about the city. But this time it was his turn to learn about the Outer Ring with Lighter as his guide.
But of course, time flies by fast when you're having fun.
Getting off of the bike [Name] stretched out his limbs with a groan. He had nearly forgotten how long the ride was from the Outer Ring to New Eridu. However it was more than worth it.
"You know, I had fun today." He began slowly before planting a small kiss on Lighter's cheek and pulls away with a cheeky grin. "See you later, biker boy." And with that he went straight towards the front door. Leaving an obviously red Lighter alone on his bike.
The red scarf had always suited him. Making him quite the eye candy. But a red face would definitely make him ten times more handsome.
Pairing: Scaramouche/Wanderer x Reader (as Traveller)
Warnings: None!
Summary: You give the Wanderer, formerly Scaramouche a name. It's yours!
Notes: Aw man i have such big feelings about my name, it really meant a lot to me to give Wanderer his name. I gave him mine and it just... I know he's just a guy in a game but idk. it really touched me i guess. i wrote this when the main quest for this just came out but i only now found it again, polished it and gave it an acceptable ending. also i have like. no idea how to insert y/n without it being like. sorta bad so forgive me đ
"You want to share your name with me? Huh. Not a bad choice."
You smile at him. His heart picked up speed. How was it, Scaramouche? wondered, that you could make him feel such odd things so suddenly?
"Are you sure about your choice?"
"Yes, I think this will fit."
This name, your name, will fit him?
There had been many unpleasant encounters between you and him, and now that he had his memories again, he could truly grasp the severity of those encounters and the current situation. The entire time you've known who he was, what he was. And even though he was your enemy, someone you must have hated, the person who tried to kill you, you still found it in yourself to help him.
When you saw him that time at the bazaar, you could have easily walked away, just pretending it never happened; after all, you were the only one who knew about it. Even with the fable Nahida had stored away, she wouldn't have been able to uncover who he was. He didn't even remember himself.
You could have left him in idiotic unawareness, you could have left him to simply live his life in an agonizing lie. Yet you chose to. present the truth to him and Nahida.
You had certainly earned his utmost respect.
And even now you were still willing to go to lengths for him that would have not been necessary. Offering a part of yourself up to him? After all he had done? Amazing. Not only that, now you were telling him it was a name befitting of him; a name you yourself had carved into the shape it is today, and to now bestow it onto him... He felt quite honored. Perhaps you also wanted him to be like you, to grow into a better person of himself. Or maybe it was an incentive to push himself harder, so he could make something of himself. The future was his to choose, and he'd make sure he made the right choice this time.
He wasn't very good at expressing himself yet, so he hoped all of these emotions shone through his words in a way you could understand.
Your eyes twinkled in understanding. Perhaps you had known his thoughts all along. Maybe one day, the Wanderer would also come to understand your thoughts on this decision.
For now though, only one thing was left to do for him.
"I accept it."
And with this, yours and [Y/N]'s path separated; though you're sure you'd be seeing each other again very soon.
