My name is Amber, I'm 18, and my pronouns are she/her!
I love to write, draw, and play video games mostly! Genshin and Honkai Star Rail are my favorite games right now!
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I LOVE ASKS AND THEY WILL ALWAYS BE OPEN AND I WILL ALWAYS ALWAYS TRY TO GET TO THEM π, nothing is too big of an imagination within bounds ofc we don't wanna do anything ILLEGAL π« OH AND IF YOU WANT TO BE A REGULAR ANON GIMME AN EMOJI AND I'LL MAKE YOU THAT ANON, I've seen so many ppl do that and it seems like fun!
~Pedophila (like cmon don't ask me to write about someone like BAILU or KLEE in a romantic way, cuz even aging them up is pretty fuckin weird)
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(I do write for women characters. I just haven't been asked yet, I don't usually do it unless I'm asked because: 1. I'm straight and wouldn't go out of my way to write it 2. I don't know what I'd come up with!)
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Mutuals are always invited! I need friends who actually have my interests and don't make fun of me for simping for fictional ppl π«‘
could you please write about Sunday from HSR and him stealing a piece of jewelry that is important to the reader? (Only if you feel ok with that, I understand if not)
I love your content and I hope you have a lovely day/night!
I'd love to! I feel like this is a continuation off of my other fic based on Sunday stealing shiny things<3
πauthorsnote: I literally have been gone wayyy too long π₯²
Sunday can't help but feel guilty. Extremely guilty. Lately he's been taking more shiny things than ever before, but he messed up.
He took a ring.
And it wasn't just any ring. It was the ring your late mother gave you as a child.
And he doesn't know how to give it back! He doesn't want you to fuss or get upset. But you've been down in the dumps already and he can't come clean.
"Sunday my love?" You peek in his office gently. "Have you seen my mother's ring? Any luck yet?"
Sunday tenses and swallows. "N-NOPE! I'll keep looking..." He whispers.
You sigh softly. "Are you sure? I've been looking all over..." Holding your hands together while gazing at your seemingly innocent husband.
Sunday looks at his wife with guilt in his eyes. He looks at your soft expression, worry in your eyes, and the small frown on your pretty lips. Sunday thinks you look so pretty even when you were worried.
He tries his best to force a small reassuring smile. "Yes darling, I'm sure it's around here somewhere. I'm looking hard. Just go rest and relax okay?" He breathes a tense breath ever so slightly.
You glide across the room and press a kiss to his forehead. "Alright..don't work too hard. Dinners in an hour." You whisper lovingly as you turn to leave.
Sunday watches you slowly leave, and once the door closes, he slumps over in his chair, buries his face in his hands and groans.
His heart was pounding. You looked so sweet and worried. He felt so guilty for keeping your mothers ring from you, but how could he return it?
Sunday leans back in his chair and closes his eyes, trying desperately not to think of you. Of course, that failed.
He can still see your sweet worried face, the small frown on your gorgeous lips, your soft voice. Sunday groans again and gets up. He starts to pace around, his thoughts filled with you and that damn ring.
About an hour later he smells the finished smell of food in the air and he knows he has to go down to dinner now. Even though he doesn't know how to face you.
Sunday took a few deep breaths before finally leaving his office. He slowly made his way toward the kitchen, the smell of the food getting stronger as he approached.
Sunday hesitated at the door, his heart pounding in his chest. How could he sit across from you and eat, knowing that he was hiding something from you. Something so precious to you?
You're humming a bit as he pushes open the door, plating your food and his. He can't help but feel knots in his stomach, you're his wife, his partner and he did something so mean to you?
Sunday stares at your back for a moment, watching as you hum softly and carefully arrange the plates. Your kindness, your love...it makes the guilt twist even sharper in his chest.
He swallows hard and forces himself forward, sliding into his usual seat with a quiet: "Smells amazing, darling."
But his voice sounds stiff.
He grips his fork too tight, eyes flickering between the food and you, desperate to say something anything but the words stick in his throat.
As you sit down across from him and start to eat you notice he hasn't even touched his food yet. "Sunday..is something wrong?" You ask gently. "Did something happen?"
Sunday flinches at your gentle question. He looks up, meeting your concerned eyes, and he has to look away quickly.
"No, no. It's just...work." He murmurs. He tries to sound casual, but even he can hear the edge of guilt in his tone.
Sunday forces a small smile, hoping it'll convince you. "Stressed, that's all. Being Penaconys savior, you know?"
You blink a bit at that, hearing his weird excuses isn't anything new, but the guilt is something you've rarely ever heard. "Sunday." You sigh. "Whatd you do?"
Sunday's breath hitches.
He didn't expect you to call him out like that *so direct*. His hands clench into fists on the table, knuckles turning white.
"Honey, Iβ" He stops himself with a shaky exhale. "I didn't do anything." The lie burns in his throat as he says it.
But then your expression softens just slightly and for some reason, that makes it worse than anger would have been.
His voice cracks. "Please, donβt look at me like that."
"Sunday, honey..." You lean over and hold his hand. "Just tell me. We can work it out together." You coo gently.
That damn gentleness. The kindness in your voice, the way you hold his hand gently, it nearly breaks him right there.
Sunday squeezes your hand tightly, his shoulders heaving with a shaky breath. The guilt twists and gnaws at his heart. He tries to look away again, but your touch your understanding he can't escape it.
"I..." He swallows, forcing the words out. "I took your mother's ring."
You blink a bit as he stares. His heart pounds with guilt and fear and multiple thoughts race through his mind. Will she divorce me? Will she still love me? But a giggle splits through those. "That's it?" You laugh.
Sunday's jaw drops open in complete and utter shock.
Did you...did you just laugh? You're not angry or crying or...you're laughing? Sunday can barely comprehend what's happening. It takes a few moments for the realization to dawn that you're taking this much better than he anticipated.
"Wait, wait." He stutters, squeezing your hand tighter. "You're not... you're not mad?"
You laugh and shake your head again. "Honey...it's in your nature. Of course I would've loved for you to tell me sooner. But at least it was safe with you!" You smile lovingly at him, gazing into his golden eyes.
Sunday stares at you, still trying to process your reaction. Relief, bewilderment, and even a bit of admiration wash over him.
He's never understood how you could be so understanding so endlessly kind. But here you are, laughing and smiling and reassuring him, even though he had stolen something so important from you.
"Darling..." Sunday murmurs, finally allowing himself to relax. "I don't deserve you..."
You roll your eyes. "Oh shush." Before kissing him softly.
cw-: cute af Boothill, respectful Boothill (my man π€), a little bit of blood but for a good purpose!
HC: mr. "murder is okay but disrespecting your wife isn't" boothill
π authorsnote: I found this hc from @shoot1ngst4r and have permission to use it! Brilliant head cannon if I must say!
please don't steal my work!
"So let me get this straight..you think murder is ok..but disrespecting me isn't?" I tilt my head at my husband.
"No. No it isn't. Disrespecting you is the biggest sin I could ever think of." He clicks his tongue.
You giggle softly at that. "Seriously? Boothill that makes no sense." Your eyes meet his and you can see his seriousness in them.
The cowboy scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Yes. It makes perfect sense." He looks almost offended that you don't seem to understand his logic.
"If you don't respect your own wife, who do you respect? Because it sure as hell isn't yourself." He snaps, crossing his metal arms over his chest.
"Ok well...you can't control what others do and say to me? What then?" You point out matter of factly.
He leans in, eyes glinting like polished gunmetal.
"Then they learn. One way... or another." A slow, dangerous smile curls his lips. "Disrespecting you, MY wife? That's a death wish they don't even know they signed."
You breathe a gentle sigh before smiling. Getting up to press a kiss to his cheek. "I love you."
His smirk softens, just a tick, like the click of a clock hand lowering.
"Yeah," he mutters, hand brushing your waist. "Better."
"Now. Get to work. Don't get caught, and make sure you stay safe?" You hum into his hair before pressing a kiss to it.
When he gets up your heart pings, you hate when he has to leave. But it's his job, a gunslinger, a menance to all sorts of bad people. Well bad in some points of view.
"Donβt worry," He says, tipping his hat low as he steps toward the door. "I always do."
A beat. Then he glances back at you, voice quieter, almost sweet beneath the steel.
"..Love you too."
You fold your arms and smile gently before turning to clean up your dish. The screen door creaks shut behind him, and the silence settles..soft, for once.
You hum as you rinse the plate, water warm under your fingers.
Outside, a single gunshot cracks through the quiet. You don't flinch. Just shake your head and smile.
"Showoff."
-Later that night-
The front door creaks open just before midnight. Heβs got a new cut across his cheek, coat slung low over one shoulder. "Miss me?β he calls out, kicking the door shut behind him.
You donβt turn around just reading a book on the couch, you chuckle your voice light as air. "Only because I know youβd haunt me if you died.β
He grins, bloody and beautiful. βWouldnβt give you the satisfaction.β
You look over at the door and freeze. "Boothill." Huffing and motioning to the cut.
His teeth flash in the lamplight. "Oh, this?" He touches the cut. "Just a scratch."
You roll your eyes and gesture for him to sit.
He grins, sinking into the couch beside you. "You gonna play nurse?"
"Yes. Yes I am because I'm your wife" Your tone is warm even though the words sound scolding.
"I can handle a scrape." He grumbles, watching you fetch your first aid kit out of the cupboard.
He's like a child when it comes to wounds, stubborn, prideful like being hurt somehow makes him less him. You catch him looking up at you through his lashes that dark, dangerous gaze.
"What made you get this.." You mumble gently, pressing a cold wet cloth to the cut.
He huffs. "Bar fight."
You arch an eyebrow. "A brawl?" you question.
He shrugs. "He insulted you."
A beat. Two.
"..did you win?" You say after a moment of silence.
His grin returns slow, sharp, utterly breathtaking.
"Oh honey," He says, leaning in. "I always win."
You smirk softly before pressing a kiss to his lips. Pulling back you sigh. "Always my hero.."
Mostly gender neutral, reader never has pronouns mentioned but has female anatomy!
Sfw!
Husband!Childe who can't believe you're his. He didn't waste any time to propose, making the decision as soon as you met Teucer in Liyue. You'd acted so kind and you hadn't fussed about the millions of questions Teucer had. And that's all he needed to make sure you were the perfect one. (Not that you weren't already)
Husband!Childe who takes any chance he can get to help you relax. Running baths for you, massaging your shoulders, taking care of errands. You name it, he does it. Even if he's busy with Fatui business he takes time to carefully take care of what's his. You feel a little bad but then he always assures you: He wants to.
Husband!Childe who really wants kids with you. He can't stop thinking about it. But it's not his fault! He just can't help it! Really he's tried! But seeing you laugh and giggle with Teucer and make him feel at home when he visits? Fills his head with all sorts of fantasies of you pregnant, swollen with his baby. The same baby that you'll laugh with when he comes home, squealing as he opens the door. And he can't get it out of his head. He desperately wants kids with you.
Husband!Childe who spoils you with pretty gifts. Anything from jewelry to trinkets you enjoy, clothes to specialty foods, anything you want his pretty little thing gets. After he comes home from work he always slides something on the kitchen table as he watches you making dinner. Seeing his love work hard for him makes everything worth it..
Husband!Childe who shows you off to EVERYONE. And he means everyone. His subordinates, his fellow Harbingers, Zhongli, The Traveler, hell even when he was in prison in Fontaine he kept talking about you his lovely lover.
Nsfw!
Husband!Childe who begs you one night to let him fuck a baby into you while he's massaging your stomach. You hadn't asked why until he blurted it out. His eyes are filled with lust and love as he waits for your answer. The second you say yes he pounces and rips your clothes off, throwing them to the floor with haste.
Husband!Childe who pumps unrelenting into you, listening to you babble and moan as you take him so fucking nicely. Your ankles resting on his hips as he drills into you. He can't stop thinking about filling you up with his cum, getting you undoubtedly pregnant.
Husband!Childe who teases you until you can't think. His words messing with your thinking. "That's it sweet thing..a-ah yes..gonna make you a m-mommy.." He hisses as he slowly pushes into your slick again. "S-So tight honey..relax a bit.." He breathes as he leans down to nibble on your ear as he humps forward in and out of you.
Husband!Childe who speeds up a bit as your breath hitches. You're close, and so is he, so why not finish together? "So g-good sweetheart..just a f-few more minutes baby cmon you can do it!" He whines softly in your ear. As the soft plap plap plaps hit his ears he lets out a low moan, thrusting in one more time as you both let out high pitched whines and moans.
Husband!Childe who notices some of his cum leaking out as he pulls out, clicking his tongue. "Now, now darling..that-" He scoops some of it onto his fingers, sliding them into your cunt. "Needs to stay inside.."
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Husband!Childe who genuinely loves you and cares for you. And he always will. When your baby finally is born he takes the baby out of the delivery room to let you rest. "Hmm..you look just like them.." He whispers to the baby. The baby in question can barely even open his eyes. But Childe knows, those eyes are yours. "Now.. I'm going to tell you ALLLL about how great your mommy is~" He teases and starts his stories.
Yeah..life will be just fine. He has you, and this cute little baby. He couldn't ask for more.
I saw ur ororon post and I loved it BUT the reason why ppl "trash" on his design is simply because his design is offensive as well as chasca's. I'm sure u alr knew that but I'm simply telling u why, sorry I offended u in anyway! π«Ά
I SHOULD'VE MENTIONED THAT YES I DO KNOW AND I WISH THEY MADE A DIFFERENT DESIGN FOR HIM. But like kept his current design for a DIFFERENT character. I feel like Ororon would've been much much better with a design more fit for his name especially since he's named after a god I've heard? But I do see ppl just saying it's an ugly design all together.
Thank you for informing me though! I did more research just now π
cw-: ANGST HELLA ANGST, one sided love, best friends to strangers, marriage!, pregnancy and childbirth mentioned!, tears, Neuvillette mentioned!
π authorsnote: literally cried halfway through this so enjoy fr
please don't steal my work!
Wriothesley and you have been friends for years, being locked up in the Fortress together and being closely the same age, you stuck to each other like glue.
Now everythings different, still best friends, but you moved to the surface..and fell for Monsieur Neuvillette. Wriothesley disliked this but never spoke on it, he just wanted his girl to be happy.
Even if she didn't know how he felt..
On one of your regularly scheduled hangouts with Wriothesley he brought up that a Melusine had reported seeing you and your...boyfriend...around the Opera House the other evening.
"Oh yes!" You beam with excitement. "Monsieur Neuvillette proposed!" You shake his arm, squealing into the night air.
βHe proposed to you?β He quickly looks at your hand, looking for a ring. Once he spots it, he feels like he's been punched in the stomach..
He sighs. βAnd you saidβ¦?β
Gazing into your pretty eyes...god how they sparkle. No. Not now Wriothesley. Focus.
"I obviously said YES! I mean the opportunity doesn't come along everyday!" You sigh happily after.
He takes a deep breath before replying, trying to sound as monotone as possible. ββ¦Congratulations.β
Every part of him was SCREAMING to tell you, tell you how he always wanted to be the one by your side, to propose, to marry you, to have kids with you. But he canβt bring himself to say any of that. Instead he continues. βWhens the wedding?β
"Nine months!" You chirp happily, twisting your ring on your finger. Your hair blows a bit in the wind.
βNine months?β He tries to be as nonchalant as possible. βThatβsβ¦ pretty soon.β
He looks at the ring one more time. Itβs actually a very pretty ring. It suits you. He looks away, gazing over the hilltop you both were sitting on.
After a small pause of silence, all silent except for the small chirps and noises from the nighttime wildlife. You break the silence.
"You'll come right?"
He looks at your eyes. They lookβ¦excited about the whole thing. A part of himself wishes to destroy that excitement, to tell you that he doesnβt want to go, that he doesnβt want you to marry someone else.
He sighs. He could never say that to you. βOf course. How could I not go?β
Your mouth curls into a smile. "See I knew you'd understand..."
Donβt blush, donβt blush, donβt blush.
He puts an arm around your waist awkwardly. A part of him would love to hold you forever, but the other part tells him itβs wrong. That he canβt do this, canβt get that close. That doesnβt stop him from savoring the moment, though.
Wriothesley lets out a small chuckle as he looks away. βWhy wouldnβt I understand?β
"Neuvillette said you'd probably be upset. But I don't know why." You sigh softly with a confused expression on your face.
You looked so cute like that..
NO. Nuh uh Wriothesley, get it together!
"Is it cuz I'm getting married before you? Because Wriothesley believe me someone WILL marry you!" You pat his chest with your hand.
He couldnβt help but laugh at your last statement, amused by how confident you sound while saying such a thing. He smiles, still looking away.
βOh yeah?β He asked, chuckling again, then sighed. βI donβt really care much about that. And Iβm not upset, I assure you. I justβ¦β He paused, like heβs thinking of what words to use next. βI justβ¦want you to be happy.β
"You're a great friend Wrio..." You smile gently. "Wait wait!" You squeal, pulling away to stand in front of him before grabbing his arms. "Instead of a maid of honor I want you!"
Greatβ¦friend. Why does hearing that word hurt him so badly? He puts on a soft smile while looking at you once again.
"Youβd want me to be your maid of honor?" He raised a brow jokingly.
You nod excitedly. "YEAH!" Jumping up and down, shaking him a bit in the process. "Wrio PLEASEEE!"
He watches your cute expression, as you jump, smile and look at him with those pleading eyes. He laughs at your excitement and shakes his head.
"Archonsβ¦fine. I accept."
You hug him crushingly tight before pressing a harsh kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, thank you!"
His eyes widen for a moment, not expecting the sudden hug. It takes a moment before he relaxes, putting his arms back around your body.
He smiled and let out a small laugh once again, feeling your warmth against him. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He then said in a sarcastic tone. "Youβre gonna be the death of meβ¦"
You let out a 'pfft' sound and roll your eyes. "Ahhh you know you love me~" You smirk teasingly.
He chuckled at your comment.
βLoveβ huh? If only you knew.
He then jokingly replied. βYouβre a menace. You know that?β
You take his hands with a playful smile. "Yeah ok Wriothesley..."
He tries to pretend he isnβt affected by your smile or by you holding his hands. But his heart beats uncontrollably fast under his chest.
He looks down at your hands. Such small hands in his much bigger ones. He feels a sudden urge to close his fingers around yours, hold your hands tighter, never let you go.
"Ok now I have to go.." You sigh softly. "Neuvillette will be wondering why I'm home so late..."
Right. Neuvillette. He forgot about him for a short moment. Now being reminded of it, he felt that familiar feeling of jealousy again.
He swallowed before talking, trying to sound as calm as possible. βYeah, I suppose you should go.β
"Same time next week?" You hold your pinky up with a glint in your eyes.
A small smile formed on his lips the moment he sees your cute, silly gesture, which he gladly returned with his own pinky, hooking yours on it. βSure. Same time next week."
You let go of his pinky and walk off, looking over your shoulder to wave bye.
He watches you walk away, unable to take his eyes off you. Your figure, your hair flowing, the way you wave at him..he memorized every single detail. Itβs not until youβre gone that he lets out a small sigh.
How is he going to watch you get married to someone else..and the Chief Justice no less...
That night he has the worst nightmares. Now others can say falling in your dreams or getting chased in them or natural disasters are the worst nightmares to have. But no. Wriothesleys was coming to terms with the fact you were getting married.
Not to him...
He tossed and turned in his sleep, dreaming nightmares. Nightmares of you, dreaming about you in a beautiful white wedding dress, walking down the aisle to the man waiting for you.
That stupid fucking judge...
You look joyful, happy, excitedβ¦and he canβt do anything. Nothing but watch you from afar, as you reach your destination and that horrible man holds your hands in his.
He CAN'T let that happen.
That single thought wakes him up from the dream. He gasps as he sits up on the bed, breathing heavily. He couldnβt do anything in the dream, butβ¦could it be different in reality? He clenched his fists, determined to do something about it.
Days, weeks, and months fly by. The amount of times he had almost told you how he felt...yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. So now here he is, standing in the corner of the bridal room, watching you get ready to be wed to another man.
He tries to look calm, hiding how nervous he actually was. You look absolutely stunning in that wedding dress, but it only serves to remind him of the nightmare he had. Seeing you this close but not being able to stop you as you get ready to walk down the aisle, it felt like torture.
He takes a deep breath before speaking up, not looking at you directly. βYou lookβ¦ beautiful.β
Your eyes light up as you gaze at him in the mirror you were doing your hair in. "You promise?"
His heart skips a beat when you look at him through the mirror. He almost lost his composure for a moment, but he managed to reply with a smile. βWhy do you even have to ask? Of course I mean it.β
As he watches you straighten your dress and take a deep breath you nibble your bottom lip. "Do you think Neuvillette will like it?" You whisper worriedly.
His grip on his tie tightened. The mention of that name irritates him, yet he puts on a fake smile.
βHeβd be a fool if he doesnβt.β
Wriothesley keeps watching you with loving eyes that go unnoticed. Watching you being so excited about wedding, listening to you gush over Neuvillette, it makes his heart ache.
Eventually, when you start fixing your hair, he swallows before speaking up. βCan I say something?β
You just nod with a smile. Acknowledging him with a small hum.
He was about to say it, about to ask you to reconsider marrying that man. Then he looked at your smile, the way it lights up your entire face. Archons, youβre too beautifulβ¦
But he has to say it. He has to make his feelings known, or heβd regret it forever.
He takes a deep breath, clenching his fists tightly. βDonβt marry him.β
..
...
....
The room plunges into a silence. Deadly quiet, you could probably hear a seam rip. He glances at the mirror at your fallen smile.
"...What?" You turn in your seat to face him.
Seeing the confused, hurt look on your face is almost too much for him to bear.
He stood up, looking straight into your eyes. Heβll say it even if you end up hating him.
βIβ¦I donβt want you to marry him. I donβt want you to marry anyone, actually.β
He paused, taking a shaky breath. This is it. His one and only chance. βIβ¦I love you. Iβm in love with you. I have been for a long, long time.β
..
...
....
You stand up, eyes narrowing with anger and something else he can't detect. He could care less...you look PISSED.
His heart beats even faster. He canβt tell whatβs going on inside your head, your expression is neutral now, showing him no signs of what youβre feeling. He swallows and continues speaking, slowly, like heβs thinking each word carefully.
βI know Iβ¦I know I have no right to tell you not to marry someone else. This is your life and you can choose who you want to spend it withβ¦But I couldnβt just stand and watch, as you marry someone else, without tellingβ¦without telling you how I really feel about you.β
You take a deep breath and fold your hands together. "Wriothesley. You had ALL the time in Teyvat to tell me this."Β Your whisper is deadly.
His shoulders lower, feeling the guilt of his own cowardness.
He looked down, unable to look into your eyes, before saying quietly in a guilt-ridden voice. βI know. I know. I shouldβve said it sooner. I meant to, many times. But Iβ¦ couldnβt bring myself to do it. I wasβ¦ afraid.β
"You could've told me BEFORE Neuvillette!" You snap at him. Wriothesley flinches back a bit, you've never snapped at him.
βI know that tooβ¦!β He couldnβt help but raise his voice as well. βI know that. Archons, Iβve been beating myself up ever since the moment you told me you were dating him, asking myself why I didnβt just confess before all of this. But I was scared. I didnβt want to lose you, even as a friend. Iβ¦I was a goddamn coward.β
"Wriothesley this is bullshit!" You raise your voice again. Which causes him to do the same.
His usual calm and composed demeanor was long gone. He was yelling too, his voice filling the entire room. Heβs glad the guests have moved to the cathedral and thereβs no one else left in this room except you two.
He takes a deep, shaky breath trying to gather his thoughts and spoke again, his voice still rising in anger.
βYou think I donβt know that?! You think I donβt regret the fact that I didnβt tell you sooner, that I didnβt tell you before you met Neuvillette?!β
You clap your hands together and grind your teeth together. "You think this is APPROPRIATE to tell me at my fucking WEDDING!?" You shout in his face.
βNo! I know itβs not appropriate! I know itβs too late! I know youβve made up your mind and I know this is horrible timing! But if I didnβt say it, Iβd regret it forever!β
His voice was getting louder and louder. βYou think I can watch you get married to him and pretend like Iβm so happy for you? Iβd be torturing myself!β
You just stare in shock and anger. "You...you can go!"
He paused to catch his breath. His heart was still beating fast from all the yelling, but his eyes widened at your words.
βWhat?β He said, in a much quieter voice. Is that what he heard right? Is she...asking him to leave? The same person who was so happy to have him as her 'maid' of honor, not less than an hour ago? βYouβreβ¦ telling me to go?β
You turn away for a minute. "Get OUT." A dark whisper. And it shatters him.
Wriothesley went quiet. He couldnβt believe heβs actually being thrown out, by you, the person he loved. Then, another feeling hit him, making him want to punch something.
Never. Never in front of you.
βSoβ¦thatβs it? Thatβs all I get?β He said, his voice rising again. βI pour out my feelings for you, right when youβre about to get married, and youβ¦just tell me to get out?β
You let out a broken laugh and turn to him. "I'm getting married! Wriothesley." You swallow. "Did you even HEAR yourself?"
βAnd I know that! But by the hydro archon, itβs like you donβt even care Iβm hurting! Iβm trying to tell you I love you, and youβre acting like itβs nothing, like you donβt care!β
He almost yelled by the end of the sentence, all the stress and anger building up together now that heβs finally letting out what heβs been feeling. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, trying to fight the tears that started welling up in his eyes.
You take a deep breath. "You." You begin before biting your lip. "I can't believe you..."
Heβs expecting some other mean words from you, words thatβll make him even angrier. Heβs expecting another argument, but he didnβt expect to hear your own voice crack suddenly. He paused, looking back at you.
βYou canβt believe me?β He asked, confusion and anger lacing his voice. βYou canβt believe I have feelings for you? Why can't youβ¦Iβve been loving you for years!β
You shake your head, blinking, so tears won't shed. "Wriothesley. Archons..I loved you." You whisper.
He wasnβt expecting that. Not at all. His anger fades away, his heart beating fast once again, but for a different reason.
βYouβ¦You what?β His voice went unusually quieter. Did he hear you right? Is this a dream? An imagination? Is all the stress getting to him?
"For years...so many!" You whisper. "And then you never expressed them back."
Wriothesley stared at you with widened eyes, his brain having trouble processing what you just said. He couldnβt believe it. Youβ¦loved him? The whole time? Then thatβd meanβ¦thatβd mean he shouldβve said it sooner, he shouldβve told you a long, long time ago.
He slowly moved closer to you. βYouβ¦you really loved me?β
The room goes a bit quiet again. Guests shuffling by and then the noise disappears.Β
"Yes." You whisper. "But...I moved on."
βMoved onβ β was the part that broke his heart. He clenched his fists, looking down. He was too late, and now heβs going to lose you. All of it because heβs a coward who didnβt dare tell you how he felt.
βYou donβt love me anymore.β He said, speaking barely louder than a whisper, as if heβs trying to make sure those words arenβt true.
You both pause as the church bells go off. The bells signaled that the wedding is going to start. He knew the guests had probably taken their seats already. Neuvillette is waiting for you, down at the aisle. But he still couldnβt bring himself to just let you go, not after having this conversation.
He took a few more steps, now standing in front of you, looking down at you. The pain in his heart became unbearable.
βPlease, donβt marry himβ¦"
You blink away a tear and swallow, reaching out to hold his hands. "Stay or go Wriothesley. But I'm marrying him."
The moment you held his hand his heart hurt even more. This is it. Youβre marrying another man. The thought of it hurts his heart so badly he almost couldnβt breathe.
He stayed silent for a few seconds, looking at your hand on his, before speaking quietly.
βIf Iβ¦if I canβt change your mindβ¦Will you at least allow me one selfish request before the wedding?β
You hesitate before nodding. Time ticking down.
He closed his eyes, mentally bracing himself. This is the most selfish thing to ask for yet he wanted, no, no⦠he needed it so badly. He took a deep breath before speaking, looking directly into your eyes.
βCan Iβ¦kiss you?β¦at least once, before you walk down that aisle?β
God those eyes..
As they widen and you stammer he can't help but crack the ghost of a smile, before you calm down and sigh. "This doesn't leave this room.." You whisper.
His heart skipped a beat at your answer. By the seven, itβs like he has never felt so relieved and hopeful at the same time. You finally said yes. He couldnβt help but feel like the luckiest man in the world for a moment.
He moved even closer, towering over you. He held your chin with one hand, tilting your head upwards to look at him. His other hand was on your hip.
βPromise.β He said, before leaning down to kiss you softly.
He felt like he was on cloud nine when your lips met his. After so many times of imagining what it would feel like to kiss you, finally feeling your soft lips against his makes his heart beat even faster.
He didnβt want to stop. He wanted to keep kissing you more and more, but he finally pulled away when you did. It took a few seconds for him to recover from the shock, and he raised an eyebrow at you.
βWhy?β He asked quietly.
"That was wrong Wriothesley." You whisper, rubbing your lipgloss off before reapplying it.
βWrong?β¦β
The way you said it stung a little. He knew it was wrong because youβre engaged to someone else, but heβs pretty sure the kiss wasnβt wrong itself. The kiss was absolutely perfect for him, and he had to swallow the protest already on the tip of his tongue.
He stayed silent for a beat, before speaking again. His voice sounded frustrated.
βWhy did you agree then?β
"I..I don't know!" You whisper frustrated and flustered, face burning with embarrassment and worry.
He watched you frustrated, still standing in front of you. If heβs being honest, itβs making him frustrated too. You didnβt seem to know what you want, what youβre doing, and by the seven, itβs driving him crazy. Why did you let him kiss you if you believe itβs wrong? And why did you allow him that selfish request in the first place if you donβt even know why?
He stepped even closer, holding your chin again, tilting your head upwards.
βAnswer me somethingβ¦β
You swallow your worries and nod for him to ask.
He leaned down a little, looking directly into your eyes. His voice was quiet and low, filled with mixture of pain, frustration and maybe a hint of hope.
βWhen you kissed me back, did you feel it?...β
You gaze into his eyes. "Feel what."
It took all his self-restraint not to pull you into a kiss again. He looked at you, his eyes darkened a little.
βFeelβ¦anything.β He swallowed before continuing, his voice getting slightly quieter. βAnything at allβ¦.β
"No." You whisper almost immediately. The icy tone in your voice pierces his heart.
It felt like a cold shower was poured onto him. He knew youβre lying. Heβs certain you did feel something. You must have. Heβs sure you didnβt kiss him for nothing. He stared at you for few seconds, before finally letting anger take over.
βYouβre lying.β He said, almost gritting his teeth.
You take a deep breath and shakily swallow. "I-I must go now."
He gripped your hip a little tighter, preventing you from walking past him.
βNo, no, youβre not going anywhere. Not until you tell me the truth.β He said, in a firm and slightly commanding tone.
"Wriothesley.." You meet his gaze again and he sees it. Love. But...not for him.
He hates that he sees the love in your eyes and it hurts him. He didnβt want to accept it, didnβt want to believe what he was seeing, but itβs impossible to lie to himself. That look in your eyes only confirms what he already knows, and itβs making his heart hurt so badly.
But heβs going to push it further. Just this once, heβll force it out of you. He tightens his grip on your hip a little more, almost enough to leave a mark.
βSay it. Say it out loud.β
"I love Neuvillette..not you.." You whisper, voice cracking a bit.
He already knew it. He knew you donβt love him. The way youβre acting, the look in your eyes were all enough clues for him to know the truth. Butβ¦but hearing you say it out loud, so easily without hesitation, itβs like another kind of pain.
He was still holding his ground. Heβs not letting you go yet. Not until he says his own thoughts out loud as well.
βThen why did you let me kiss you?"
"Closure..." You whisper sadly.
βClosureβ? Itβs like a stab through his heart. Closure. Of course thatβs all heβs going to get, a βgoodbyeβ kiss to finally get the closure you need. He couldnβt believe it. You donβt love him, this was all just a βclosureβ kiss for you. He took a shaky breath and almost whispered.
βJustβ¦ closureβ¦then?β
You just nod gently.
He doesnβt know what part of him expected something different. He doesnβt know why his heart still hoped that maybe, just maybe, youβd realized your feelings toward him were stronger than you believed. He let out a bitter and dry chuckle. Closure. Thatβs what you want, and thatβs what youβre going to get.
He took a few more seconds to control his emotions, before speaking quietly in a low, dark voice.
βAnd is this going to be the only closure I get?β
You look into his eyes, sadness in them this time. "Watch me get married at least?" You whisper.
But he knows he can't
His heart ached at the thought of it. The pain of seeing you walk down that aisle, marrying another man, a man thatβs not him, will be unbearable. He canβt do it. He canβt make himself watch you marry Neuvillette and act like nothing was wrong, like everything will just go back to normal after you tie the knot. He just canβt.
He swallowed. If he canβt watch you get married, then heβs going to let you go in a different way.
The duke suddenly stepped away, taking his hand off your hip and letting you go. His voice took on another commanding tone. Heβs trying to keep his voice steady and firm, even though the pain was almost unbearable.
βGoβ¦β He said, gesturing towards the door. βGoβ¦and go marry...him...like youβre supposed to.β
You smile sadly. "I hope to see you out there.." Hugging him tightly, holding on a little too long before breaking apart and leaving. Glancing back to blink a tear away before disappearing from his view.
It took all his self-restraint not to pull you into a tight embrace and stop you from walking away. He had to do this for the sake of his own heart, even though his soul was screaming at him to not let you go, to stop you and just pull you to him, maybe even lock the door so you wonβt leave.
But he didnβt do any of that. He just watched you give him one last sad smile before you hug him. He closed his eyes, not returning the hug, letting himself enjoy the last bit of contact between the two of you.
He can hear everything from behind the door. The bells, the music, the voices of the guests, people waiting for the ceremony to start.
And he hates it. He canβt stand the thought of you walking down the aisle, smiling at Neuvillette, holding his hands, making promises to stay with him forever. To be with another man, a man thatβs not him.
He leans against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to block out all the noise.
The tall man tried to hold on as best as he could, but he just couldnβt. He had to take a look. Heβll never get another chance, after all. He slowly opened the door, peeking through the gap, trying not to attract attention. He just had to see you.
The moment he saw you, all beautiful and radiant in your wedding gown, itβs like something broke in his heart. Youβre walking towards Neuvillette, your smile bright and happy as you approach the altar. Itβs like a dagger, twisting slowly inside his heart. This is really happening.
Youβre going to marry him...
He sees you exchanging the vows, watching from afar with a heavy heart. The pain is almost unbearable now, watching you commit your life to another man. Heβs not the type to show his vulnerability in public, but he canβt help but grip the edge of the door harder, trying to keep himself composed as his heart breaks into pieces in the process.
Our eyes meet, and for a second your voice breaks in the middle of the vows. But you quickly fix it. Looking away from him.
He held onto the door tighter as your voice broke. You looked straight at him when it happened, and he couldnβt help but feel his heart skip when your eyes meet. But then you immediately looked away and continued with the vows, leaving him stunned.
You saw him, youβre the one whose eyes lingered on him for a long moment, only pulling away because you have to finish the ceremony. Why do you look at him like that when youβre about to marry another man?
He can hear the priest going through the final part of the ceremony, asking you and Neuvillette say the last few words, saying βI doβ. His heart hurt so badly that itβs almost hard to breathe. Itβs over. Youβll now be married. Youβll now be a wife, a wife to another man...
"Do you. Take Neuvillette to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest smiles. You swallow and glance at Wriothesley before looking into Neuvillettes eyes.
"I do."
He stared at you as you said those words. His knuckles almost whitened with how hard heβs gripping the door, wishing he could just burst through and stop youβ¦ but he stayed. He stayed, and the only thing he could do is to watch, the pain overwhelming his heart and leaving him breathless.
He stayed silent as the priest proclaimed the wedding done, declaring that you and Neuvillette are now a husband and a wife, legally bound to each other foreverβ¦ forever. The finality of it all left a bitter taste in his mouth. Itβs over, for good. Thereβs no turning back now. Youβre a married woman now. Youβre no longer his, and it stings to realize it.
You and Wriothesley lost contact after the wedding. He holed himself up in The Fortress of Meropide, went back to being just an underworld dweller. Ten years had passed, and Clorinde had convinced him to visit the surface.
He had asked her over the years to update him on your life. But she refused. Not wanting him to worry about it.
Ten years might have passed, but the pain hasnβt diminished in the slightest. Itβs dulled a little, but the memories of what happened that day still haunt him to this day, leaving a deep ache in his heart every time he thinks about you.
Heβs doing a bit better now, or at least heβs trying to convince himself that way. He threw himself into his work, trying to find some kind of distraction, but none seemed to be enough to fully make him forget you.
When he finally goes up to visitΒ Fontaine's surface...for the first time in ten years...his heart stops as he hears a familiar voice near the Opera House.
Itβs been ten years, but he recognized your voice immediately. He froze as he turned towards the source of the voice, feeling a sudden rush of emotions. Excitement, happiness, dread, worry, all mixed up into a messy bundle. Itβs you. Youβre here, for the first time in years.
You're holding a baby in a baby carrier, a grocery bag in the other hand. "Daddy will be happy to see you sweetheart~" You giggle at the baby.
He could barely believe his eyes. Youβre here, and youβre holding a baby. As he observed you, the realization hit him. Youβre a mother now. The thought sent a strange mix of emotions through him, a mix of happiness, sadness, and a sprinkle of jealousy.
The baby babbles and coos with excitement as you hand it a small toy.
He couldnβt help but smile a little as he watched you. You seem so relaxed, so at peace, holding your baby. Youβre such a wonderful mother. He tried to push down the thoughts of him in Neuvilletteβs place, standing beside you as you hold your child, but itβs almost impossible to keep it from popping up in his head.
His heart sank as he saw Neuvillette walking towards you, a small smile on his face as he finally catches up with you. He instinctively stepped back to stay hidden, watching you both with a mixture of emotions. Itβs bittersweet, watching you with your husband and your child, knowing it could have been HIM if things were differentβ¦if only he was a little more brave...
He watched bitterly as you and Neuvillette exchanged a kiss, unable to look away. Seeing the two of you again, together, happily married with a child, makes the pain he was trying to push away come back, worse than ever before. The realization that youβre forever out of reach hurts even more now that he can see you right before him again.
As we walk past Wriothesley you don't even look. He doesn't even know if you recognized him.
He felt a pang of hurt as you walked past him without noticing him at all. Not even a single glance in his direction. He didnβt know if you didnβt recognize him or just didnβt bother to look, but the message is clear. You donβt care about him and you donβt plan to anymore. The realization stung, like a bitter pill he had to swallow.
He noticed you dropped something, a toy that your baby was playing with. He was reluctant to interfere, knowing he has no place in your life anymore. But the sight of you walking away with your child, unaware of the toy, tugged at his heartstrings. He took a deep breath, gathering what little courage he had, before reluctantly calling out to you.
βHeyβ¦β He called out, trying to keep his voice steady as he called out to you from behind. He could feel his heart racing as he spoke, the anxiety of talking to you again after so many years and the fear of getting ignored leaving him on the edge.
You turn and laugh nervously. "Oh Gods sorry!" You hand the grocery bag to Neuvillette and take the toy from Wriothesley. "Thank you so-" You cut off as you meet his icy blue eyes.
He stood there, looking at you, his heart hammering in his chest as your eyes met his. For a moment, he couldnβt find the words to speak. Seeing you up close, those eyes, that smile, still the same despite the years that passed, itβs almost like heβs transported back in time before everything happened, before he lost you.
You don't acknowledge it as you clear your throat. "Thank you.."
He nods gently in response, still trying to gather his thoughts. Your casual tone almost stung, as if you donβt remember anything about their past. He took a shaky breath and forced himself to speak again.
βYouβreβ¦youβre welcomeβ¦β He said, his voice slightly unsteady.
He watches as you turn and move back to your place beside Neuvillette, his heart sinking just a little further as you donβt even look back at him. Itβs like talking to a stranger. Or maybe thatβs exactly what you two are now.
He let out a soft exhale, shoving his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from making a mistake by grabbing your hand and pulling you close.
His heart clenched as he watched you and Neuvillette walking together, laughing and enjoying each otherβs company. The sight of you both, with your child, the family youβve built together, itβs like a dagger digging deeper into his already shattered heart. Itβs like a constant reminder of what could have been for him if things were differentβ¦if he wasnβt so cowardly and actually told you his feelings before it was too late.
HI EVERYONE ITS BEEN A WHILE HASN'T IT..sorry for that. I know I told everyone I was coming back like so many times but life has been so busy<3, ANYWAYS HERE'S AN ORORON FIC! I'll try to get more fics out fr.
Bats Come Out to Play at Night
(Ororon x fem! reader)
cw-: NSFW 18+, nudity, fem! receiving, male! receiving, blowjob, oral sex, eating out, words like cunt and cock used, teasing, fluffy at the end, established relationship<3
π authorsnote: Ororon is so fine, and ppl can trash on his design..but he's so fine to me fr..
please don't steal my work!
18+ .Minors DNI. 18+
You and Ororon haven't seen each other for quite a bit. With him being so busy with the Fatui (yes you do know) and you being preoccupied with steering people AWAY from suspecting your boyfriend. It's been tough to find time to spend together.
Well today was the only day this month to see each other. So you made the plans and agreed to meet him at his place later in the evening.
As time ticks by, Ororon finds himself pacing back and forth in his room, waiting for the moment you would show up. He was restless, a little impatient at this point. He's been WAITING for you, he NEEDED you, he wanted to have you all to himself as you promised. As the hours pass he glances at the door again and again, fidgety, he wants you to be here..right. now.
Around midnight he starts to give up, flopping backwards on his bed and sighing. But he hears a small scratch noise at his window. He sits up and stares at it before it slides open and you fall onto the floor.
Your boyfriend jumps up so fast, his feet almost tripping over themselves. He immediately helps you up and hugs you tightly, mouth curving into a slight smirk.
"Took you long enough.." He pulls away just to gaze at your face, speaking in a slightly teasing tone as he pulls you against him again.
You roll your eyes teasingly. "I'm guessing that means you missed me?" Your breath fans over his neck softly as you kiss his jawline.
He wraps his arms tightly around your waist and looks down at you. Letting out a small huff of amusement with a dash of affection as he speaks again.
"Always my love~" He hums as the smirk from before creeps back onto his lips. He leans down slightly, so his face is almost on the same level as yours.
"You're late sweetheart.." He points out with a pout.
You sigh softly with a mimicking pout. "Kinich needed help with that.. companion..of his." You pinch the bridge of your nose. "I swear that thing is so ANNOYING.."
Ororon's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of Kinich. It always annoys him when you mention that pixelated fool. He wants to be the only one that gets your attention. But this time he just shakes his head and lets out a small sigh instead of complaining.
"Of course he did" He mumbles before he pulls you even closer to him, almost making you stumble against him. "You should be helping me, not him.."
You smile gently as his facial expressions show a hint of jealousy. "Is my boyfriend feeling jealous?" Your teasing tone makes him flush as he buries your face in his neck to hide it. Gently you begin to kiss his neck, peppering his softest spots with your lips.
He lets out a hum of satisfaction as you kiss his neck. He brings a hand up to the back of your head and pushes it closer to his neck, wanting you to keep kissing the sensitive skin.
"I like that.." He mutters, his eyes closing as he lets himself enjoy the feeling. He slowly slides his other hand down to your hip and gently squeezes it, pulling you flush against his body so that your curves are pressed against him.
You take that as a sign and immediately push him backwards to the bed, he falls gently onto the furniture with a small 'oof' his eyes closed.
His eyes open and he stares up at you for a second, he looks a bit flustered at the sudden display of want and need. "Impatient my darling?" He asks, a small smirk dancing on his lips as he looks up at you from the bed.
"Missed you..." You whisper with a small whine, making your way to straddle him. Practically pinning his hips to the bed. Your hair slides over your shoulder to hang but you quickly tie it up. Leaning down you kiss his neck again, sometimes kitten licking soft areas.
Ororon lets out a small sigh of satisfaction as you kiss his neck. He lets his hands rest on your hips, still keeping you in place above him. He tilts his head slightly, giving you more access to his neck.
"I missed you too love..." He mutters between small hums of pleasure. He can feel himself get more excited as you straddle him, his grip on your hips tightening slightly.
Your lips move against his collar bone, trailing up to his jaw until you gently nip at the skin, making him flinch a bit. You smirk at that, getting bolder and biting down.
He lets out a small gasp when you bite his neck. He wasn't expecting the sudden feeling, but still he lets you continue. He lifts one of his hands from your hip and slides it under your shirt, slowly caressing your back with his fingers.
"Mmhm....love...don't leave marks...please.." He mutters in between sighs and hums of pleasure, his face burning up.
You huff softly and lean back. "But whyyyy?" Your movements are driving him insane, the pressure from you moving touching all the right places.
He looks up at you and lets out a small embarrassed noise. "Because...because I don't want everyone to see" He mumbles slightly, a blush appearing on his cheeks.
He would love to have hickies and bite marks all over his neck that everyone would see, that would show to everyone who he belongs too, but he doesn't want Capitano to find him...unprofessional or weird...
His heart sinks as you start to slide off his lap. He knew how that sounded. He notices the look on your face and quickly reaches up to cup your face in his hand, pulling your hip back with the other.
"No, no, don't be sad, please don't be sad!" He whispers quickly, his voice having a small bit of alarm in it. "It's not that I don't want you to, trust me, I do. I really really do, but Capitano and the others might never leave me alone if they see you've left marks on my neck.." His eyes gaze into yours.
You pout some more, bottom lip putting out as you huff. He can't help but sigh lovingly at your little theatrics.
Seeing your pout makes his heart melt. You look so cute when you pout, he also can't help but smile slightly as he looks up at you.
"Love, don't pout please. You're so adorable when you pout but you don't have to look so sad..." He says, his voice soft and comforting. He gently runs his fingers gently over your jaw and his thumb lightly caresses your bottom lip.
You sigh softly and nod. "Fine.." You lean down to kiss his neck, gentler this time, making sure to leave no marks...but you can't get it out of your head...
He bites his lip, closing his eyes as he tilts his head back, giving you better access to his neck. His hands start wandering over your body, slowly caressing up and down your sides as he takes in the feeling of your kisses on his skin.
Your lips pull off from his neck with a quiet pop. "Your shirt would cover this yeah?" Your finger pokes his shoulder.
He opens his eyes and glances at the place you pointed to, his shoulder. His shirt definitely would cover any marks there. He nods and looks back at you, a small, amused smirk on his face
"It does, love~" He responds, practically purring with delight.
Your eyes narrow with lust as you smirk. "Good..then let me just.." Your fingers quickly work to lift his shirt off.
He watches as you slide his shirt up and over his head, revealing his toned body underneath. He lets his arms fall back down on the bed as he lets you take his shirt off, his eyes watching your every move. He lets out a small sigh of anticipation, he knows he's getting excited and his heart just beats faster..
Kissing his neck you make your way to his shoulder and bicep area, biting and nipping away. He lets out a small gasp at the nips and bites against his shoulder. His body involuntarily jerks slightly at the feeling but he lets you continue, his heart rate getting faster as you continue kissing his shoulder and nipping at his skin.
You smirk softly, licking a bite you made. "This ok hon?"
He nods rapidly, still breathing slightly heavily as he answers. "Y-Yes, it's...it's okay" He wants you to keep biting and nibbling at his skin, he loves the way it feels, the feeling of your fucking perfect lips on his body.
You slide back a bit to trail kisses from his chest to his abdomen. Making sure he's watching you as you do. When you reach his belt your eyes lock with his.
He lets out small involuntary gasps as you kiss down his chest and stomach, his body reacting to the feeling of your lips on his skin. He watches as you get lower and lower until you reach his belt. His breath hitches and his heart speeds up as he watches you, eager and excited, waiting for what comes next.
Your hands ghost over his belt clasp, meeting his gaze yet again just to make sure it's ok. And his eyes glint with pure lust, your sign to continue.
He nibbles at his lip as he watches you undo his belt. He can feel his pants already getting slightly tighter as you discard his belt on the floor, making a pile with his shirt. He lets out a small huff of anticipation. He's eager for you to touch him, he needs to feel you, he wants you desperately..
"This ok love?" You smirk seductively at him, eyes hazy with something he knows quite well.
He lets out a small noise at your words and his breath hitches. He looks down at you, his eyes slightly darkened with lust. He nods eagerly to your question, silently begging for you to touch him, to continue.
"Yes, love, yes please!" He all but whines out into the quiet bedroom.
Your hands loop onto his waistband and start to pull down his jeans. He helps you pull his pants down and off and then he's left only in his boxers, still with you on his lap. He swallows and lets out a shaky breath, his heart is racing as he looks up at you, his eyes going dark showing how eager he is to feel you.
You smirk lazily as you push back and drop to the floor, pushing your head in between his legs. He lets out a small gasp as you move between his legs.
His breath hitches, he's very aware of where you are, your face being so close to the area he wants you to be at most, only the thin material of his boxers blocking your way. He's also very much aware of the small wet spot that's very visible on the front of them.
You kiss the spot gently, making eye contact as he slides up onto his elbows. "I need a yes sweetheart.." Your hand gently tugs at his waistband.
He lets out another sharp breath, his whole body feels hot and sensitive. Nodding rapidly he chokes out a whisper back to you, his voice slightly shaky with haziness.
"Y-Yes...yes baby, yes please..."
He lifts his hips slightly to help you with taking his boxers off and he lets out a shaky breath as he watches you take them off for him.
"Darling...please, please touch me, I need it.." He mutters in a low, almost pleading voice. His breath hitches in anticipation as he watches your next move, his body already burning with need for you to touch him, to give him the blissful satisfaction he so desperately craves from you...
Your smirk from earlier doesn't shrink, especially when you see how hard his cock is already. Practically has a mind of its own, twitching and leaking and you've barely done a damn thing..
"I knoww honey shh...it'll be ok..." You slowly kiss his tip, which makes it twitch each time you do. You swirl your tongue until you open your mouth wider to begin. Your eyes meet his as you suck only on his tip, just to tease him.
Your boyfriend lets out a small gasp as you start to bob on him. He has to throw his head back and throw an arm over his face to muffle the almost disgusting lewd sounds he makes..
You smile gently and he fucking knows it, he can feel it. He lets out another soft gasp as you smile, your gentle smile sending a shiver down his spine. Every movement you make, every touch, every sound is making him shiver and gasp. He keeps his arm over his face to muffle the noises, but he loves this, having you between his legs, making him feel like he's the only one who matters to you.
You trail your eyes to look at him, and the sight makes you almost stop. His face is breathtaking, a whimpering moaning mess trying to hold it all back. Short breaths, curses, and small droplets of sweat beading his forehead.
He feels your gaze on him and lifts the arm that covers his face slightly so he can look at you. He can feel his cheeks burning from the intense pleasure and the effort to keep quiet, to not moan and gasp too loudly. He holds eye contact with you as he stares at you, his eyes dark and filled with need and want, his mouth slightly open from the pleasure he's feeling.
You know what you have to do.
You take a breath and sink your mouth all the way down to his abdomen, nose pressing against it gently. Suckling sounds are the only noise in the room for a few minutes as his brain had completely stopped.
When his brain registers what he's feeling it makes him gasp loudly, his whole body suddenly tensing up. He throws his head back again, unable to keep looking at you.
"Please, please, love, please don't stop, please, please!" He whimpers in between gasps and his voice is starting to sound a little desperate, the pleasure he's feeling is building up inside him, he can feel the pressure building, begging to be stroked out of him..
You can't help but chuckle a bit, muffled by the twitching cock deep in your throat. So you smirk.
And dammit..he feels that too..
Feeling your smirk against his skin makes a shiver runs down his spine. He desperately wants to look at you again to see your face, to see your reaction to him, but he can't seem to find the strength, he's so overwhelmed by the pleasure you're giving him. His whines echo in the room.
You take a minute to do a few long sucks, just to see his reaction. You gag a small bit but you push through and go down further.
His eyes shoot open again and he lets out a high pitched guttural moan as his hands fly to the back of your head. He pushes you down more as the pressure in his stomach snaps.
Your squeak is muffled as you look up at him, hot strands of cum hitting the back of your throat as he whimpers. The pressure is finally too much. The pleasure, the sensation, everything you're doing is too much for him to handle, so when it's over he reaches down and grabs a hold of your hair.
Making you let go of his cock with a loud wet pop sound. He pulls you up gently, pulling you up to his chest.
"Baby~" You tease with a small whine. "Was that too much for you?"
He pants softly and nods gently, eyes filled with exhaustion. He moves to face you as soon as your head is above his chest. He takes a couple of breaths, trying to calm himself down, trying to collect himself, before he speaks
"Love, I need to be in control now, please let me take control.." He's desperate, he needs to feel you, to have you, to take control and give you the pleasure you deserve.
You just nod. What else can you say when you're surprised he's so needy?
When you agree, he sits up so that you're sitting on his lap, facing him and still straddling him. He grabs you and suddenly flips over, trapping you underneath him. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you, his voice low and slightly rough.
"Darling I'm going to make you feel so fucking good.." He whispers, leaning down to start kissing your neck, his hands wandering over your body.
You giggle quietly. "I'm guessing I did a good job?"
He smiles against your neck when you giggle and he mutters, his lips still pressed to your skin.
"You did, darling. More than a good job." He continues to kiss your neck while his hands start to take off your shirt, slowly sliding it off and exposing the skin underneath.
Once he pulls the shirt off completely he tosses it somewhere (probably to the growing pile). He looks down at you, just admiring your now revealed skin for a moment before he speaks again.
"My my...you're so beautiful" He moves his hands, caressing your sides and stomach, feeling the smoothness of your skin as he slowly starts to kiss and bite down your chest and stomach.
"Shhh not really.." You whisper embarrassed, eyes averting his gaze as your face grows hot.
He pauses temporarily and looks up at you with a surprised, almost disapproving look.
"Stop that. Don't say that. I don't want to hear you say that. You are absolutely, undeniably, incredibly beautiful, do you hear me?"
He's not mad at you, but he's serious. He doesn't like you putting yourself down like that. He goes back to kissing your neck and chest.
You just nod hesitantly.
"Good" He mumbles as he continues to kiss your body, slowly moving further down your stomach until he reaches the hem of your pants. He looks up at you, tilting his head.
"Darling...can I take these off?" He asks in a low, slightly shaky voice, his hands resting on the waistband of your pants as he looks up at you, silently begging for permission.
"Go ahead sweetheart.." You whisper.
"Thank you, honey"
He grabs the pants and starts to slide them off slowly, taking his time. He takes in the sight of your body as he pulls them off your legs and tosses them aside. He lets his hands slide up your legs, caressing the skin, relishing the feel of you under him.
He smiles a wide smile, almost like he was given a million mora, and moves closer to you, resting his body on top of you, his body slightly pressing against, trapping you between the bed and him.
"Darling...can I take off your bra?" He mutters, his lips grazing your neck as he speaks, the words coming out in shaky breaths.
You nod gently which makes him almost FERAL. He lets out a breath of relief as you nod and he moves his hand behind you and starts to undo the clasp of your bra
"Lift your back for me, love.." He mutters." You arch your back as he delicately takes off the lacy purple bra..his favorite one..
Once he slides the bra off you and throws it away and he takes a moment to take you in, seeing your whole body under him. Your boobs spill out a bit and wobble as he shifts.
He lets out a shaky breath as he looks at you and his eyes are filled with a mix of desire and admiration "Darling, you're so...incredibly beautiful. I can't believe you're all mine..."
"ALLLL yours. Forever." You whisper, a small part of you wants to kiss him, but you know he's not finished.
He swallows, his breath hitching as you say those words. The way you say it, the certainty and devotion in your voice, it makes his heart flutter. He presses his lips to your neck and mutters against your skin
"Yes, all mine. Only mine"
He starts to kiss down your body again, his hands roaming along your skin, relishing the feel of you, the knowledge that you are his and only his.
You lean forward to kiss the side of his head, a shaky breath being forced out of you as his hand brushes your thigh.
He shivers slightly when you kiss him, the feeling of your lips on his skin killing him. He continues to kiss your body, slowly moving down your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites across your skin. As he moves further down, his hands grip onto your hips, keeping you in place.
"So sweet.." You mumble.
"But not as sweet as you, my love" He murmurs against your skin as he moves down even further. He's close to where you want, no no..where you need him, and he is already getting impatient, but he wants to taste you, to feel you, to hear your moans.
"Ororon.." You whine softly.
He smiles against your skin when you whine his name. He knows what you want, what you need, and he is more than happy to give it to you. But first, he can't help but tease you just a bit..
"What is it, my love? What do you want? You need to be a good girl and use your words, darling~"
"Want you.." You whisper softly. A bright pink blush on your face.
"You want me, sweetheart?" He mutters against your skin and you can almost hear the smirk in his voice. He's enjoying this, teasing you a bit, hearing you say you want him. He gives your hip a small nip.
"What do you want me to do, my love? You need to be more specific~"
His lazy smartass tone makes you want to scream..but dammit..it's hot. "Need you.."
He lets out a small, shaky breath as you say that, the needy, almost desperate tone in your voice making his heart race and his body burn with anticipation. He nips at your skin again and his voice is low and slightly uneven when he speaks
"Need me how, love? You need me where? You need to tell me or I can't help~"
You growl slightly as he just pushes your buttons. "Don't play games Ororon.." Your whine makes his ears twitch.
He chuckles softly against your skin after you whine, his heart aching at your desperate tone, at your need for him.
"I'm not playing games, darling, I want you to say it. I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me exactly where you need me.." He nips gently at your stomach as he mutters. "Be a good girl and say it for me, please?"
"Need you here.." You whisper softly, he swears his heart stops. You take his hand and slide it down to your core. Just gently.
He lets out another shaky breath as you gesture and say you need him. Hearing those words come out of your mouth, seeing your gesture, it's driving him absolutely wild, and he's struggling to maintain his self control. He nuzzles against your stomach and mutters, his voice slightly hoarse from the intense desire building up in him.
"You need me here, love?" He nips at your skin again, harder this time, but still not hard enough to leave a mark.
The whimper from you makes his breath hitch and he has to resist the urge to just give in and give you what you want right then and there. But he forces himself to hold back a little longer, just to hear you say it again.
"Here, darling? You need me here?" He runs his tongue along your stomach, slowly, teasingly, waiting to hear you say it once more.
He listens to you whine and he smirks slightly, the sound of your whine, the needy, want in it, it's driving him crazier by the second. He lets out a shaky breath and mutters against your skin.
"My poor love, you want it so bad, don't you?" He nips at your skin again, his hands gripping onto your hips tighter, holding you in place as you try to squirm.
The bat man sucks in a breath as he hears you whimper and moan, the sound making him shiver and feel like he's about to lose control. He can't hold back anymore. He wants you and he needs you and he is going to give you exactly what you want
"Such needy, pretty sounds coming out of that lovely mouth, darling" He mutters and he suddenly moves so that he's between your thighs. "I need to hear more of those pretty sounds.."
"S-So mean.." You cry out softly into the bedroom. Your eyes dangerously close to spilling tears of frustration.
The word mean makes him stop for a moment and he lifts his head up to look at you, a confused look on his face.
"Mean? How am I mean?" He asks, an almost hurt sounding tone in his voice.
You huff and glare down at him before whining. "I want you..and you're teasing!" Your eyes meet his, full eye contact, but it's not uncomfortable or tense. No no, it's far from that.
He swallows as you whine, his heart aching a bit at how needy you sound, at how much you want him. He moves a little closer, his face close to your slick, but he's teasing you, still holding back, just waiting for the right words from you..
"I know you want me, darling. You're being so needy for me, it's driving me insane. Do you know how pretty you sound, all desperate for me?"
He watches your face as you try not to whine and he can't help but smile at how cute you are. He runs his hands along your thighs, caressing your skin, enjoying how soft you are. "Why are you holding back those pretty, needy sounds, love? I want to hear them. I want to hear your pretty moans and whines~"
You let out a loud moan and cover your mouth with an embarrassed squeak. He shivers again as he hears the moan and he quickly reaches up to grab your hand and pull it away from your mouth.
"No darling, don't cover your mouth. I said I wanted to hear those sounds, don't hide them" He mutters as he looks up at you.
"H-Honey!" You squeak.
His heart aches as you call him honey and a shiver runs through him again. He moves his face closer to your cunt, close enough that you can feel his breath against your skin
"Yes, darling? What is it? Are you going to be a good girl and let me hear you now?"
He lets out a low chuckle as you nod and whine. You're so cute, so needy, and he loves it
"Perfect. I want to hear you, darling. I want to hear all the pretty sounds you make. And I'm going to make you feel so good, love.." He moves his face closer to your folds nuzzling against you as he mutters. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"
He smiles against your skin, feeling how eager, how desperate you are. It only makes him want you more, makes his own need grow as well. He moves his mouth, his tongue flicking out, tasting you.
"Mm, so desperate...so needy. And you're all mine."
Ororon hooks his arms under your legs and pulls you closer, all the while his tongue plays with your clit. Every now and then he gazes up at you to see your pretty face.
He can't help but smile as he hears your whimper, the sight of your eyes widening making his heart ache in the best way.
"You're so beautiful. So sensitive, so responsive, and all mine. My poor, desperate, needy girl.."
He mutters as he moves his tongue, tasting you again, savoring the taste of you, letting himself get lost in your slick.
Loving to hear you try to hold back your noises, he loves how desperate you are to stay quiet, but he knows he's going to make you break, make you moan and gasp for him.
"Don't hold back, love, I want to hear you. I need to hear you. I want to hear those pretty, needy sounds you make. Let go, darling.."
You nod softly as you start to whine loudly, the room growing thicker with the breaths you take.
He smiles against your skin as you start to whine, the sound sending another shiver down his spine. He kisses your thigh and mutters.
"That's it, love, let go. Let me hear you. I want to hear your sweet moans and whines. I want to hear how desperate you are for me. Don't hold back, my love.."
Your legs twitch a bit and you just can't help but stare at him. His face is covered with your wetness, his panting while lapping at your folds making your brain hazy.
He notices your legs twitching and he smiles against your skin, his heart fluttering as he thinks about how sensitive you are. He takes a moment to look up and see your face, seeing your staring, your needy expression.
"Is it feeling good, darling? Are you close? Do you want more?" He mutters against the skin of your thigh as he nips it, gently.
"N-Need more PLEASE!" You hiss with pleasure, you know you're close, you can feel it. But he needs to be the one to drag it out of you. The way you say it, that tone of desperation and need, it drives him crazy and he lets out a shaky breath
"You're so needy, my love. So desperate, so sensitive. I'm going to give you more, darling, don't worry. I'm going to give you everything you need~"
He nuzzles his face against your thigh once more, placing a kiss on the skin, then moving his mouth to where you want him, his touch and tongue more intense, more insistent. Wanting to please you, wanting to take care of you.
"O-Ororon.." You whimper softly. "C-Close please.."
He shivers as you say his name, loving how it sounds coming out of your mouth, and he can hear the need, the desperation in your voice. He knows you're close, and he knows he's going to push you over the edge.
"You're so close, love. You're right on the edge, aren't you? I can hear it in your voice, I can feel it in your body. You're so sensitive, so responsive" He mutters against your cunt, tongue messily sliding up and down your slit.
"You want to cum for me, darling? Cmon baby...cum for me, please.."
He can't get enough of you. The way you moan, the sound of your voice, all of it makes his cock throb and he wants to give you everything you want, everything you need.
"One more? Darling, I'll give you as many as you need. I want to make you feel good, I want to take care of you, my love.."
He kisses your thigh as he nuzzles his face against your skin, his hands running along your thighs, gently caressing you as he mutters.
"Are you ready, love?"
You nod quickly, no hesitation.
He smiles against your skin, loving how eager you are, how needy you are for him. It drives him crazy, knowing how much you want him, knowing it was HIM that's making you feel this way.
"Good girl. You're doing so well, my love.."
He runs his tongue along your clit, swirling it and kissing it, occasionally sucking it gently. Eventually he mumbles against it.
"Let go for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds, darling.."
Your elbows that were propping you up fall underneath you. You don't even bother covering your mouth as you let out the most disgusting moans..but he doesn't care, it's all for him..
He listens to your moans as you let go, watching you fall down on the bed from pleasure. It makes his cock twitch and his body ache with desire, hearing the sounds you are making for him, knowing how good he is making you feel. He keeps going, his tongue and mouth working on you, bringing you closer and closer.
He slides a hand over your stomach and presses down as he licks at your clit. He latches on and repeatedly suckles at the small bundle of nerves.
You know you're done for and the coil of pressure in your abdomen bursts. Whines and moans fill the room as he laps at your slit, cleaning up for you.
After a few moments he slowly pulls away and moves himself back up on the bed, lying down next to you. He's breathing heavily, trying to collect himself a little, and he can't stop staring at you as he mutters
"Oh love...you're so sensitive, so responsive, it's driving me crazy. You taste so good, you sound so good. You make the prettiest sounds.."
You burrow into him, reaching down to bring the blanket up over you two. All you want now is to cuddle him.
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against his body, enjoying the feeling of you cuddled up next you him. He runs his fingers through your hair, caressing your head as he mutters.
"You did so well, love. You were so good for me, such a good girl... You sound so beautiful when you let your pretty moans out. I loved it."
You smile gently before yawning and kissing his jaw. You pull back and wipe your lips. "Uh honey..?"
When you call him "honey", he can't help but chuckle softly at how cute it sounds coming from you. When you pull back he raises an eyebrow at you. "Yes, love? What is it?"
You snicker and wipe a finger across his mouth and lower cheeks. "My cum is like... ALLLL...over your face."
His face immediately turns red and he knows exactly what you mean, and that brings a sheepish look onto his face.
"Oh...yeah I can imagine what it looks like based off of how much you were, um, enjoying yourself" He mutters looking away from you, a bit embarrassed.
"Wanna go get cleaned up? I need to shower anyway.." You kiss his forehead, a place devoid of slick.
He nods his head at your suggestion. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I need to get cleaned up, and a shower does sound really nice right now."
He kisses your forehead and starts to get up from the bed, his body a bit sore from what happened before.
"Hey uh...Ororon?" You whisper quietly.
He stops the moment you call his name and looks back at you, an inquisitive look on his face. "Yes, love? Whats up?"
"I-I love you..." You smile softly, a bit embarrassed. Which is weird since you say it all the time to each other. But this time just feels different.
The mere phrase, the word 'love' coming from your mouth, causes his heart to ache. He gives you a soft smile and whispers back to you.
"I love you too, darling. So much"
You get up from the bed and relax a bit. "As long as you know it.."
He reaches over and gently takes your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. He gently tugs you forward, to follow him to the bathroom.
"I know, love. I know you love me. And I love you, more than you know. I love you more than anything..."
And with that he gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead as you go to get cleaned up.
cw: Mentions of injury, mentions of gangs, Protective!Itto, Boyfriend!Itto
π authorsnote: Hi guys! I'm back! My nails are still on but I'm working with it! I have many many fics coming up of both Genshin AND Honkai Star Rail so stay tuned it wanted!
please don't steal my work!
A week ago you had a run in with a local Inazuma gang who didn't take kindly to Itto's. While you can always protect yourself, Itto doesn't think so.
You had taken your vision off that day, leaving it at home so it didn't call too much attention while you went out running errands for the day.
Which was a pretty big mistake seeing as it landed you with a black eye and a broken wrist.
Itto was FURIOUS about this when you showed up to the gang's usual meeting place. He even stopped his Onikabuto match after you told him what happened!
So now your boyfriend won't stop trailing you around and keeping an eye on you. Sure it was sweet at first...but now he's overbearing and over cautious about every little thing!
"Oh woah woah woah! Anddd what do you think you're doing?" Itto huffs, pulling you back into his arms, making sure you don't go within two feet of him. You two were running your weekly errands as normal, but this was exhausting with his constant nagging.
"Just because I got jumped by another gang doesn't mean that I can't protect myself!" You sigh, looking up at the Oni. His eyes meet yours and you can tell he isn't going to budge.
He was quick to scoff at your little attitude, his chest puffing out a bit.
"Handle yourself, huh?" He laughed down at you. Finding it humorous you were speaking like you know what you're doing, and that just riled him up. He pulled you to his body, so you were practically flush against him, making you stumble over your feet a bit.
"You really think you can take care of yourself? Like you haven't gotten yourself into trouble already, multiple times might I add..."
The air gets kind of crisp as he sees your eyes glare into his. He shivers a bit, and Itto just knows he started something.
"Woah! Woah! Let's get this straight it was two times!" You hiss softly. "And one was your fault!"
Itto's mouth fell open in shock. How dare you say he was the one at fault! He'd been protecting you, that was all. It was your own fault for getting into the mess anyway!
"Bullshit!" He argued back. His fingers dug into your waist, his hand squeezing your hips almost possessively. You weren't about to get away with putting the blame on him.
"I was trying to keep you safe, that's all! I wasn't the one who was talking back to gang members!"
Pausing in the street to raise an eyebrow at him, your eyes narrow even more if that's even possible. "And care to remember why was I talking back to them?" You fold your arms.
"Because you're too troublesome and can't keep your mouth shut!" Itto retorted, refusing to back down in the midst of the argument. A part of him wanted to roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all.
"When those guys were talking to you, you should've just walked away! But NOOO, you had to say something to them, and the next thing I knew, they were holding you at knifepoint!"
You let out a breathy laugh and roll your eyes. "Oh really? So I wasn't arguing with them because they hurt your feelings!?" You poke his chest with your finger.
The audacity you had. Itto felt himself grow a little irritated. You were completely ignoring the fact he was just trying to defend you! He wasn't hurt, his feelings hadn't been messed with. His feelings of annoyance on the other hand, sure...
"What the hell are you talking about? They didn't hurt my feelings. It was you they hurt!" Itto protested, his grip on your hip tightening in frustration.
You let out a small huff and pull away from him. "Sue me if I don't appreciate people talking bad about my boyfriend!"
Itto suddenly had a change of expression, eyes slightly going wide before an annoyingly smug expression appeared.
"You...You got mad cause they were talking about me?" The oni repeated to clarify. A smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled you a little closer to his body.
You don't even want to answer him, especially with his ego sky rocketing, but you know you have to. "Yes!" You whisper, looking away to avoid his stupid grin.
Itto chuckled, his chest rumbling as he let out a soft hum. Feeling your back against his front was a pleasure in itself, but seeing you look away from him in embarrassment was even better.
"Aww...Were you defending my honor, princess?" He taunted, a devious smile slowly creeping onto his face.
With that you immediately scoff and pull away, walking along to continue the errands.
Ah, that reaction was exactly what Itto was expecting. He chuckled to himself and followed after you. It didn't take him long to catch up and fall into step with you, and he quickly placed his hand on your back.
"Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?" He asked, giving a small pout as he looked down at you. "Don't be like that, babe.. I was just teasing you."
You ignore him, sticking your nose up in the air. "And that's what you get!" You huff walking along and glazing over merchant stalls for your errands.
"Don't be so pouty!" Itto sighed dramatically, his hand moving to grab your forearm, slowing down your walking.
He gently pulled you to his side, his arm wrapping around your waist as he smiled sheepishly. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" He began, clearly not sorry at all.
"Come on... Don't give me the silent treatment, you know it's annoying," Itto whined.
"You gonna stop teasing me?" You fold your arms with a gentle hum.
Itto seemed to hesitate, thinking to himself as he weighed up the options. He definitely wasn't going to stop teasing you, but he also didn't want you to be mad at him for too long.
"Maybe?" He answered. A cocky grin appeared as he gave you a mischievous look, his eyes flickering over your pouty expression.
"If you promise not to get mad at me. Or yell at me. Or walk away like just now." He added.
You sigh loudly, shaking your head before glancing up into his eyes.
Itto's expression softened for a moment, and he took a moment to admire your face. Your eyes, your pouty lips, the redness of your cheeks, he took in every feature. You were adorable when you were upset, but he'd rather have you smiling.
"Oh, come on, babe..." He protested, his hands moving to grab your waist. He gently pulled you close to his body, his arms slowly enclosing around you.
"Please don't pout at me like that. You know I'm gonna give in.."
You flutter your eyelashes up at him with a sly smirk. "So it's working?"
Itto made an exaggerated groan, his head tilting back in frustration.
"Yes, you little- URG, it's working." He chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"You're playing with my emotions right now, you know that right?" He pointed out, his eyes flickering down to meet yours again. His grasp on your waist gently tightens, you keeping you flush against his body.
"And you most certainly never play with mine huh?" You roll your eyes playfully before laughing.
A smug smirk tugged at the corners of Itto's lips.
"Oh, you're going there, huh?" He chuckled, his eyes roaming over your expression.
"You love it when I play with your emotions. I give you a little attention and spoil you and you melt for me." He teased, squeezing your waist playfully.
"Dangerous game Oni...dangerous game..." You tease, taking his hands off your waist and continuing errands, picking out groceries and paying for them.
Itto chuckled as he followed you over to pay for the groceries. He watched with amusement as you picked out what you needed, staying right by your side.
"It's not dangerous if I know I'm going to win!" He confidently said, a smirk appearing on his face.
Leaning against the merchants counter, he watched you handle the payment. He looked you up and down shamelessly, admiring you.
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After all your errands you begin walking home, chatting like and laughing like normal.
As usual, Itto was a constant presence by your side, walking alongside you as you continued on your walk back home.
The sun was setting, and the sky slowly darkened. The soft orange hue of the sky quickly faded to night as the streetlamps and street vendors' lights came to life.
"Man, that took forever. But I don't regret tagging along..." Itto commented, his eyes flickering to your face as he smiled.
"You better not since it was your idea to tag come with." You point out.
Itto let out a scoff and rolled his eyes, a small pout appeared on his face.
"Hey, hey, I was just trying to be a supportive boyfriend, okay!" He protested, raising his hands up in defense.
"And you were all like, 'yeah, I'm going shopping!' so I was just like 'I'll tag along to keep you safe!'." He added, mimicking your voice.
"And you're a great boyfriend for doing that." You smile before rolling your eyes.
"Damn right I am!" Itto smirked, satisfied to hear you say those words out loud.
He chuckled in response to your eye rolling, and gently nudged your shoulder. He looked over at you as he spoke.
"Although I don't trust those vendors. They were looking at you a bit too much."
"Itto..." You sigh. "Cmon babe..."
"What? They were!!" Itto protested. He wasn't making stuff up, those vendors were absolutely checking you out. Who could blame them though, you were gorgeous.
"I didn't like it. They need to keep their eyes to themselves." He added, his tone now a bit huffy.
"Just stick to being my guard...little Oni..." You kiss his cheek softly.
Itto huffed in response to the kiss, but a small smile tugged at his lips. He loved it when you called him names like that, even though he'd never admit it.
"I am being a guard..." He protested. "A guard who is also your boyfriend. I can multitask, you know?"
He stuck his tongue out playfully before he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.
As you keep walking you both overhear the gang from last week snicker at you two. Mostly directed at Itto.
"Archons above it's so embarrassing for adults to act like that..." You grimace a bit with second hand embarrassment.
Itto's expression immediately darkened as he heard the sound of the gang laughing. It just HAD to be the same group you had a scuffle with last week.
His grip on your waist tightened, and he pulled you against his body even more. He gave you a warning glance before he looked over at the gang members. He met their gazes with a scowling glare.
"Itto..." You hum softly, tugging on his choker a bit as a warning.
Itto's attention snapped back to you once you called out his name, his expression softening a bit.
"Yeah, babe?" He replied, trying to hide the tension and the protective anger he was feeling.
"Don't do it." You whisper with gritted teeth.
Itto let out a huff, his shoulders tensing. He understood your warning, but he also wasn't the type to back down from a fight.
He let out a long exhale, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down.
"Relax, I wasn't going to do anything..." He grumbled, even though it was a lie.
"Woww...the only and 'Oni' Arataki Itto being held on a leash?" One of the gang members snickers, mocking him.
"And what a pretty thing tugging on it..." Another member glances at you.
Itto's grip on you tightened as he heard the gang member's words. The mere suggestion of him being on a leash infuriated him. The audacity of these people.
And when he heard them say ONE thing about you...his blood ran hot.
"You wanna say that again, punk?" Itto retorted, his voice a low growl as he spoke through clenched teeth.
"Itto!" You hiss warningly as you try to get him to keep walking, tugging on his hand. "They're seriously not worth it..."
Itto was just about ready to pounce and pummel those gang members into the ground. He wanted revenge for the stunt they pulled last week.
But then he heard your voice. It snapped him back into reality and he reminded himself what was important right now.
You
With a huff and a clenched jaw, he forced himself to turn away, but only barely. He kept walking alongside you, but his glare was still fixated on the gang members.
"See cmon honey..." You take his hand and kiss it gently. "They're not worth it..." You quietly remind him.
Itto's eyes softened as soon as you grabbed his hand and kissed it. Your touch seemed to pacify him, at least for the moment.
He let out a sigh and nodded reluctantly, knowing deep down that you're right and they were not worth his time.
"Yeah, I know..." He mumbled, his eyes still flickering back to the gang, watching them cautiously. "But I just can't stand people who mess with you."
"Hey it's alright I get it love..." You smile a small smile.
Itto let out a breath, his anger slowly fading. With your hand in his and gentle words, he found himself calming down.
He glanced down at your face, meeting your smile. It made his heart flutter a bit. How could he stay angry when you were being this sweet to him?
"You're too damn good at calming me down, you know that?" He said with a chuckle, his eyes softening even more.
"It's a good thing~" You giggle. Before you two even get to keep walking a grainy annoying voice calls out.
"Hey Itto when you're done with it pass it over here!" A gang member calls out and they all laugh, slapping each other's arms and keeling over laughing.
Itto's eye twitched as he heard the gang member's comment. Did they just... did they just refer to you as an object?! His grip on your hand tightened in irritation, and he felt his blood boil once again.
"Watch your language, punk!" Itto hollered back, his voice raised. "She's not some thing to pass around!"
"Itto calm down sweetheart!" You try to hold him back but he's already gone...
Itto was already seeing red, his protective instincts took over, and he couldn't hold back any longer.
He let go of your hand and started walking toward the gang, his strides determined and his expression fierce.
"You bunch of idiots have a death wish, don't you?!" He growled as he got closer to them.
"Whatcha gonna do Oni?" One sneers at him. Trying to square him up.
Itto clenched his fists at the gang member's taunting words. He has had enough of their attitude.
He came to a stop right in front of them, standing tall and letting out an angry huff.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget, that's what I'm gonna do..." He responded, his voice low and threatening.
--
Walking home came later than expected as you had to break up the fight, the gang members had slunk off with their injuries and Itto had a few bruises and cuts.
Itto grumbled to himself as you two finally arrived at home. He was still feeling angry and frustrated, and his body ached from the injuries he had sustained from the fight.
As soon as you stepped through the door, he let out a sigh and flopped down onto the couch, wincing a bit as the pain shot through his body. He looked haggard, his clothes disheveled, and his face sporting a few cuts and a black eye.
"Alright...that's it shhh..." You sit next to him and mess with his hair, carefully massaging his scalp a bit.
The Oni reluctantly sat quietly, a pout on his face as you began to pet his hair, gently running your fingers through his messy locks.
He leaned into your touch, his frown softening a bit as he let out a sigh. Despite the fact that he was still simmering with anger, your gentle touch and soothing voice were helping to calm him down.
"I'm fine, y'know..." He mumbled, his eyes closing half-way as he spoke.
"Oh I know..." You lie. "This is...uh...for me!"
Itto opened one eye, peering up at you for a moment before letting out a huff and a small scoff.
"Bullshit... I know you're just doing this for me..." He grumbled, though there was a hint of a smile on his face.
He closed his eye again and leaned his head back against the couch, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. Although, he wouldn't admit it out loud, he secretly loved these moments where you pampered him like this.
"Alright...maybe it's a little bit for you..." You slide your hands out of his hair and down to his shoulders.
Itto let out a hum as your hands moved down to his shoulders, a pleased smile on his face. He was still trying to act tough, though, even though he was secretly enjoying the way you were taking care of him.
"You know I can handle myself," he said with a huff. "You don't need to baby me, babe."
"You sure you don't want me to?" You whisper in his ear, leaning your head to rest on his shoulder.
Itto's breath caught in his throat as you whispered in his ear. He tried to hold back a shiver, but he couldn't help the reaction. Your teasing, coupled with the proximity of your body against his, made his heart race a bit.
He looked down at you, his expression softening as he spoke. "I mean... it does feel nice when you pamper me like this..." He admitted, his voice a little rough.
"There's my Itto..." You laugh breathily. Letting out a sigh of relief at his change in attitude.
Itto let out a scoff, but his smile grew wider as you laughed. He couldn't help but feel a bit flustered by how easily you could get him to open up and show his soft side.
"Hey, I'm still the tough guy, okay?" He protested, though his tone was playful. "I can kick ass and still like getting some affection, thank you very much!"
"Alright tough guy...I believe ya..." You tilt his chin to face you, leaning up to kiss his lips.
The moment your lips met, Itto practically melted against you. Your touch and kiss was like a soothing balm to his bruised and battered ego.
He returned the kiss eagerly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and pull you closer. It felt like all the tension and anger he had been feeling slowly subsided as he focused on the feeling of your lips against his.
"Damn..." He murmured in between kisses. "You really know how to make me swoon princess, ya know that?"
You pull away to look up at him. "You think?" You whisper.
Itto chuckled in response to your whisper, his breath tickling your skin. He pulled you even closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tight against him.
"Hell, yeah, I think!" He replied, a sultry tone in his voice. "You've got this magic spell over me or somethin'. I'm usually all tough and confident, but one look from you, and I'm like a damn puddle."
You tease him affectionately at that. "Then I guess the one and 'oni' Arataki Itto...can be taken down..."
Itto grunted in mock offense, his eyebrows raising at your teasing remark. He couldn't deny that you had a point, though. You were the only person who could bring out his softer side and make him feel vulnerable.
"Hey, I'm still a strong guy, okay?" He protested, a hint of a pout on his face. "I'm just...selective about who I show my emotions!"
"I love you..." You sigh "But what am I going to do with you..."
Itto's expression softened once you said those three words. No matter how many times he heard you say them, they never failed to make his heart flutter.
He let out huff in response to your question, a smirk appearing on his face. "You're gonna love me and pamper me, of course!" He replied, jokingly teasing you back.
"Hmmm true!"
Your boyfriend chuckled in response to your giggle. The sound was like music to his ears.
He hugged you even closer, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.
"Damn right, you are..." He murmured, his voice low and warm. "I expect pampering after this whole gang incident, y'know. I took quite a beating for you."
"For me?" You scoff and slap his arm gently.
Itto playfully rolled his eyes at your scoff.
"Uh, yeah? Did you see how they were talking about you? Like they owned you or something!" He huffed, a hint of irritation in his voice just recalling the memory.
"I had to teach them a lesson. No one speaks about my babe like that." He looked down at you with a smirk, his eyes flickering over your features.
"No one..." You kiss his forehead.
Itto's smirk softened into a warm smile as he felt your lips press against his forehead. He let out a soft sigh and leaned his head against your touch.
Exactly!" He agreed, his voice quieter now. "You're mine, and I'll protect you from anyone who tries to mess with you."
Itto looked at you with a mix of affection and determination in his eyes.
"Because you're everything to me..." He said simply. "Because I love you more than anything, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect you and make you happy."
He placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. "You're the most important thing in my life, babe."
"Even over Onikabuto?" You hum
His smile widened at your playful remark.
"Hey, don't even get me started. Onikabuto are a close second, alright?" He replied, feigning offense.
He knew that you were just teasing him, but he couldn't help but play along. He leaned in a bit closer, his expression turning serious for a moment.
"But seriously, nothing compares to you. You're irreplaceable."
"Even over your gang?" You tease him
Itto chuckled at your question, his eyes glistening with amusement. He knew you were just trying to rile him up.
"Well, now you're just being cruel!" He joked, feigning hurt. "But yeah, even the gang. They're cool and all, but they don't even hold a candle to you."
He reached out and gently pinched your nose, a playful glint in his eyes. "You're definitely the top priority, babe."
"You're so sweet..." Your eyes soften as you lean up to kiss his cheek.
Itto's cheeks turned slightly pink at your compliment, and he let out a soft huff as you kissed his cheek. He was never one to admit it, but he secretly liked it when you praised him like this.
"Ah, shut up..." He muttered, a small smile on his face. "I just have a soft spot for you, that's all."
You gaze over his face and trace a finger over his cuts. "Alright now...let's get these cleaned up..."
Itto's expression turned a bit sheepish as he saw your gaze focused on the cuts and bruises on his face. He tried to act tough, but deep down he knew he must look pretty battered right now.
"Yeah, yeah, okay..." He mumbled, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
He let you gently touch his face, flinching slightly as your fingers grazed his wounds. "Just be gentle, alright?"
GUYS MY OC FOR HONKAI IS COMING TOGETHER! HER NAME IS AMBROSIA (It means elixir of life and I'm afraid of death and aging π«‘) I HAVE HER WHOLE OUTFIT AND ACCESSORIES AND HAIR DESIGNED AND I'M SO SO EXCITED TO FINISH UP THE ART FOR HER
cw-: mentions of death, scared Boothill, sweet Boothill, boyfriend Boothill
HC: Boothills reaction to a nightmare
π authorsnote: I got this headcanon from @cheesecakethots and have permission to use it! I was so excited to write THISSS!
please don't steal my work!
So many horrors that Boothill had seen. All of those traumatic events. Left him with the galaxy's worst nightmares. The nightmares he didn't dare tell you about.
He always made sure if he woke up from a nightmare not to wake you up. Just to sit and calm down before glancing at you and taking in your beauty. Calming him quicker.
Today he had a pretty rough day at work, being a Galaxy Ranger wasn't always easy. He knew he'd have those nightmares again...and he didn't want to sleep.
As you two are watching a movie, cuddled in bed, you pet his hair softly. "I'm getting tired..." You yawn quietly, covering your mouth with your hand.
Boothill buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He hummed in response, pulling himself closer to you.
"Yeah? Then go to sleep. You need it." He whispered, rubbing circles onto your skin with his metallic thumb.
"And so do you...you had a hard work day." You hum quietly against the top of his head.
Boothill chuckled, shaking his head.
"Don't worry about me, darlin'. I'll be fine. Always am. Yer the one who needs rest."
He mumbled against your neck.
You turn the TV off and shimmy down to rest against him. "Please try to sleep?" You whisper against his neck sleepily.
With a huff, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his hand into the small of your back. He closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. Boothill was never good at falling asleep, especially with how loud his thoughts were.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll try, don't worry 'bout me..."
As you drift off into a peaceful sleep, he found himself watching you. Even in your sleep you looked so beautiful. Boothill smiled and pulled you closer, resting his chin on top of your head.
He exhaled, feeling the tension in his metal shoulders fade away as he held you. With you in his arms, the nightmare plagued thoughts were forced to the back of his mind. The steady sighs you made and your breathing was all he could focus on. It was soothing to him in a way.
---
Boothill was peacefully asleep when a nightmare clawed its way into his mind. It was worse than the usual nightmares. Darker. Filled with twisted thoughts he thought he'd buried.
And finally, his brain shocked him in a way unimaginable to him.
Your death...painful...and cold...
He woke up with a gasp, his breathing heavy and forehead covered in a cold sweat. The nightmare he had was vivid and fresh in his mind. He couldn't stop himself from pulling you flush against him.
Waking you up without him realizing it. His steel fingers dig into your side, marks were probably forming, but you didn't care. You were confused, you'd never seen your boyfriend like this.
With a shaky exhale, his eyes flitted around the room wide and full of fear. His arm forming the gun you've seen many a time and pointing it at the door. He remained on edge, body tense and teeth bared as if he was ready for a fight.
It was a few moments before he calmed down, the realization that he was safe settling in. He lowered the gun arm as it reverted back to a hand.
Gently pulling your head into the crook of his neck he slowly laid back down, his breath shuddering as it leveled back out.
With the tension finally gone, Boothill found himself drifting back to sleep. This time the nightmare wasn't able to reach him as he held you close. It was the most sleep he'd gotten in a while.
His body was no longer tense, his body was back to being cool to the touch. He breathed out a shaky sigh, laying back down to nuzzle his face against your neck as he held himself close to you. Sleep took him over again, leaving him in peaceful unconsciousness.
---
That morning he didn't mention a word about it as he drank his oil at the breakfast table.
He sat across from you, drinking in silence. You'd noticed he avoided eye contact.
After a few moments, he spoke up, his voice rough and gravely.
"Are you feeling okay this morning, darlin'?"
"...yes I feel...fine." You smile softly, poking at your breakfast on the plate.
He hummed in response, his eyes still glued to the table. It was obvious something was on his mind. The uneasiness was written all over his face. But he was doing his best to play it off as nothing, not wanting to worry you.
There was an air of tension between you, something he was desperately trying to dispel. After a moment, he spoke again.
"You sure? Yer not lyin', are ya...?"
"No honey...I'm alright." You smile. "I slept great thanks to you..." You knew what happened obviously, you just didn't know why he won't talk about it.
But if he isn't ready...
That's ok with you. You'll still be there for him until he is ready.
He huffed, a slight smile making its way onto his face at your words. Despite the nightmare, he had slept rather peacefully while holding you close. "Yeah? That so? Well...glad to hear that."
He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. There was a brief pause before he spoke again.
"Guess I did my job as yer big spoon, huh?"
"You did..." You smile leaning over the table to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for being there to protect me...my savior..."
Boothill couldn't help the pink that dusted his cheeks at your words and the kiss on his cheek. His heart warmed, butterflies swirling in his stomach. The thought of you being hurt made his chest ache. He chuckled shyly, shaking his head.
"Don' mention it...I'd...do anything to keep my darlin' safe. Kill anyone who tried to hurt ya, even lay down my own life to protect ya..."
"Thank you my Galaxy Ranger~" You get up to walk behind his chair, leaning over his shoulders, hands on his chest as you kiss his temple.
His heart skipped a few beats as you leaned over his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his chest. The way your hands splayed against his chest, the kiss on his temple, the sudden affection you were giving him...it was making his brain short-circuit.
Boothill had to catch his breath, a goofy grin on his face. "Yer gon' make me blush, darlin'. Ain't fair..."
"I love you..." You whisper. "And I'm always here for you..."
He exhaled, a lump forming in his throat. Hearing those three little words still made him weak. After all this time together, he still blushed and went weak at the knees. It made him feel like a lovestruck teenager again.
With a shaky exhale, he reached up to hold your hand.
"I love you too, darlin'. I... didn't want to worry you, but... I had a-"
You cut him off. "You don't have to explain yourself..." You murmur against his ear. "Tell me another day..."
Boothill's eyes water a bit, tears threatening to spill over. "T-Thank you..."
cw-: lying Sunday, fluff, embarrassed boy, nervous boy π€
π authorsnote: I literally was supposed to post this three weeks ago I'm so sorry π
please don't steal my work!
Sunday had...a certain fondness for shiny things...a rather childish and unanticipated flaw to his character, really. No matter how small, insignificant or worthless they were.
Perhaps it had something to do with the halovians' innate desire for attention and glory, that would explain it. Or maybe it was because he was like a bird. But whatever the case, he was rather drawn to the gleam of precious gems and glittery accessories.
He sometimes tries to snatch your jewelry, thinking that you wouldn't notice, but fails miserably and you find that adorable.
"Hey hon do you know where that necklace I was wearing yesterday went?" You hum, peeking into his office.
Your boyfriend is hard at work, staring at some papers with concentration as he writes on them.
Sunday looked at you through the corner of his eye. His eyes looked a bit panicked before he started to concentrate on his papers again, but at this moment, he was just pretending.
"No, I don't...why my love?"
He answered with a simple reply. He thought that might work, right?
"Oh really?" You smile as you lean against the doorway. "I was going to wear it to that event we need to go to tonight."
Sunday stayed silent. And for some reason, his face started to redden a bit.
He knew that you weren't a fool. Why did he even think that you didn't know he stole your jewelry? Sunday sighed.
"Fine."
He opened his left drawer to carefully pick up your necklace and hold it out to you. Blushing as he looks away.
You snicker walking forward to lean down and kiss his forehead. "I know you like shiny things baby...but try to work on it?" Your voice soothes his embarrassment a bit.
Sunday looks at you, his face going even redder when you kissed his forehead.
"Mhm...I will...sorry"
He answered softly. He definitely didn't want to admit that he had an unhealthy obsession with shiny things, but he knew you already learned his secret anyways.
"Now...do you know where my rings are?" You glance into his eyes, yours have a hint of amusement while his are just plain panic.
"N-No..."
Sunday looked away. You knew he was lying again. He was bad at it, and he knew that you probably knew he was acting. You couldn't help but find that adorable.
"You must have placed them in our room...maybe on the nightstand!" He stammers a bit with his lie.
This wasn't like him and he hated it, the lying was killing him even if it couldn't be helped. He knew you weren't mad, you were amused, you loved his obsessions. But he still felt out of control with himself.
"Okkk..." You hum before kissing his nose. "So if I were to...check my nightstand in an hour...would they be back?" Your eyes narrow playfully as they gaze into his.
He blushed again. He really wasn't good at lying. Especially to you...his lovely girlfriend.
"Y-yes."
He replied. Sunday still found it quite difficult to look at you in the eyes while he was embarrassed like this. Why did he even steal them in the first place?
"Alright my little dove..." You smile softly, walking to the door before stopping and looking over your shoulder. "Oh and I wanted to tell you that I hung the suit you'll be wearing up on your door for when you get ready."
"T-Thank you, darling."
Sunday sighed of relief. He thought that you were going to keep asking him for jewelry back, reminding him of his little habit for the rest of the day. Sunday stood and followed to the door to grab his suit.
He quickly decided to give you a kiss on the cheek as a way to apologize for his silly behaviour.
"Let me know when you want me to help tie your tie. I'll be in our room." You smile before walking down the corridor out of his sight.
"Mhm, will do."
Sunday let out a heavy breath. Now that you're out of his sight, he has time to collect himself. He can't stop thinking about the feeling of your skin on his lips.
His thoughts always go crazy when you're around.
After he starts to prepare himself for the event, reading over his speech, making quick changes. He finally slips his suit on before glancing into his office mirror and remembering his tie.
He walks down the corridor where you had walked a bit previously into your shared room.
Glancing in he notices you sitting at your vanity, clearly doing your last preparations as well. His eyes soften as he watches you, his beautiful dove.
Finally he cleared his throat and spoke. "Hey, darling? Do you mind helping out a bit?" Holding the tie up he blushes embarrassed.
"Hmm?" You hum looking over your shoulder and glance at his undone tie. A warm laugh escapes your lips before you nod. "Cmere honey."
He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your back. He looked at your neck, and decided to give a little peck to it. He then hid his face in your shoulders.
"I don't know why, but I feel quite embarrassed right now. I mean I should be able to do my own tie..." Sunday sighs softly. "Please Help me out, will you darling...?" He asked softly, his hot breath against your neck.
"Of course my love..." You hum, making quick work to turn around and start tying his tie.
His eyes catch a glint of light out of the corner of them. Glancing to your vanity he notices a pair of sparkly diamond earrings, ones he bought for you no doubt.
He caught himself looking at the earrings. But he was just so tempted to take them right now, but decided to try to restrain himself.
Sunday waited patiently for you to tie his tie. He found this kind of bonding with you wholesome...if only he wasn't thinking about those damned earrings.
He couldn't handle it anymore, so when you were distracted he used his arm length to his advantage and swiped the earrings, putting them in his pocket.
Sunday felt a sense of guilt, stealing your earrings, but he also felt satisfied. He had to act normal now, and hope you didn't notice he pocketed your earrings.
"All done!" You smile brightly as you turn to the mirror to show him. "God you look so handsome..."
His blush returns, even though he's used to your compliments...he can't ever get used to the notion that you're his. "Thank you, darling. You look absolutely stunning yourself."
He said, and gave you a smile. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your hair lightly.
You both stand there for a few minutes, gazing at the mirror and at each other. But eventually the silence had to be broken.
"Ok! Go grab your speech and we can head out!" You smile patting his chest. He nods softly before you watch him walk to the door.
Sunday was obviously trying to rush out of the room, with a sense of panic in his mind that maybe you somehow noticed the earrings he just swiped.
"Oh and Sunday?"
His body tenses as he places a hand on the doorway. He gulps a bit before turning to you. "Y-Yes honey?"
"Earrings please." You snicker before holding your hand out. Eyes amused instead of angry.
"You noticed...?"
He asked, looking at your hand nervously. He slowly reached for his pocket and took out the earrings, reaching to hand them to you while looking away. He was as red as a flame spawn...
"It's hard not to when you bumped my waist with your hand while trying to reach for them..." You roll your eyes playfully.
He looks down at the ground, his wings drooping a bit. You gently cup his face and tilt his head upwards a bit.
"I could never get mad at my cute little dove..." You kiss his cheek. "Its kinda cute..."
"Heh...you mean that?"
He let out a sigh of relief. At least you didn't get mad at him for stealing your jewelry. He still had a hint of curiosity in his eyes though, wondering just how much jewelry you had.
Instead of asking he just gave you a small peck on the nose.
"My little Halovian..." You chuckle softly. "Such a jewelry snatcher." Walking to the front door, slipping your heels on. "Is your sister also like this?"
