After the last part you posted I need something sweet, how will your OC’s reaction be to the first time the reader says ‘I love you’?Romantically with Irwin too if you don't mind!, Thank you <:
Some nice 'First I love you's' scenarios for ya as compensation after that rodeo 👏
Dren: He had been in the middle of hanging up some fruits to dry when the words left your mouth, stretching to reach the silky threads tying the drying rack in place.
What an oddly thoughtful interruption of his endeavors.
He pauses momentarily, and turns to look at you over his furred shoulder, gauging if he'd just imagined that particular string of words you just blurted barely above a breath. The poorly hidden mortification in your expression tells otherwise, and he smiles gently to reassure you. Why are you so embarrassed?
"I love you too," he says easily. The claws on his legs click on the ground as he slowly turns fully toward you, beckoning you closer with a wave of his hand. "Are you alright?"
Morgan: You'd never though it wise to straight up tell them, but here you are. You look at them standing tall on the side of you temporary home in the trees, a place built to protect you. Their claws and front of their torso are covered in blood, their face calm, staring down at the poor rabbit they're casually skinning, preparing for your shared dinner.
The words leave your mouth as you watch the scene unfold. There's something oddly reassuring in their domestic brutality. When have you gotten so used to this?
Morgan looks up at you, a wry smile playing on their lips, mandibles clicking together in approval. "I know," they state, chuckling. "And I, love you."
They ignore the rabbit in favor of stepping over to you, leaning in to push their face against your cheek. They enjoy the way you suck in a breath as they do, a low chittering purr escaping them. "That's how it works. I'm glad you're taking to it."
Amren: Amren almost chokes in the tea he'd just sipped from, a spluttering cough. Leave it to Tiny to throw him off the loop like that, disturbing the calm of the day you've spent together. I love you. The words warp around his mind and he finds he doesn't know how to store them in there. This has never happened to him before.
You do? He wants to ask. To reassure himself. But you look up at him like you're as surprised as he is. Or simply awaiting judgement. What's an appropriate response? Well, obviously the one he wants to give. Somewhere, he knows. He just doesn't want to scare you.
"I love you," he repeats, voice raspy and hesitant, forked tongue tasting the air like the sentence still hangs there to be investigated. He keeps looking at you, and something clicks in his mind. It felt right. Saying it, and watching the relieved recognition in your eyes. That you're happy to hear it back.
He might as well repeat it. Just to make sure you got it. "I love you."
Irwin: Irwin leans away from you momentarily to search your face, hand on your cheek. It's taken you a long while to get to this point of trust with him, he wants to be sure you're not saying this out of obligation.
Still, when he finds the slightly nervous look in your eyes he can't help but to keep you in suspense with a thoughtful hum. You growl at his teasing, and he laughs heartily when you push at his shoulder in annoyance. He gets a slightly dopey look on his face, for once completely calm and focused. He leans in slowly, waiting for your approval. When you nod, he presses a soft kiss to your lips.
"I love you too, dummy," he grins in your ear. You can feel his smile against your cheek, the slight scruff of his stubble caressing your skin. "So fucking much, gods, I love you," he says again.