May I ask you for a one shot about what Ignis or Nyx would say or do to make their s/o be less hard on themselves? Their s/o would think they didn't deserve their bf, always thought that they weren't good enough for anyone, not putting enough effort into their jobs and didn't think people truly liked them. (I just have to say that you write bloody amazingly <3)
I decided to just write Nyx for this one, because I am in desperate need of more Nyx content. Don’t kill me for where I left the ending! That’s all I’m gonna say. Read on!
You watched him as he laid next to you on the bed, summoning fire idly in his palm. He would call it forth and then make it vanish, and you could feel the heat warming your skin. You wondered what it felt like to caress the flames.
The fire died, and he turned to look at you. “Yeah?”
You stared at him for a second, soaking in all of his features. The blue of his eyes, the angle of his jaw, the light fuzz that ran along the lower half of his face. You looked away.
“I don’t know how you do it.”
He cocked an eyebrow, rolling over to his side and leaning up on his elbow to look at you. “Do what?”
You sighed and made a sweeping gesture. “All of it. You’re part of the Kingsglaive, you’re a hero, you save lives every day. You’re…you’re just so loyal and kind hearted and perfect.” You sank a little further into the bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin. “I don’t know what you see in someone like me.”
Nyx sat up and tugged the sheets down so that you couldn’t hide.
“Don’t say that.”
You turned away from him. “It’s true.”
Nyx brought his hand to your face and turned you so that you met his eyes. “What’s got you thinking like this?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your breath started to hitch. You couldn’t help it.
“I just…you’re just so perfect. You’re a hero, Nyx. And I just…I’m no one. Half the time, I don’t even know if the people around me even like me or are just using me because I don’t know how to say no.”
Nyx was quiet for a moment. His eyes were so clear, so honest in their truth. “I like you.”
You blinked back tears. “Why?”
Nyx smiled at you, tracing your jawline with his calloused fingers. “Remember that time we went to go get ice cream at that place close to the palace, and you saw those two kids in the shop who couldn’t afford to pay?”
You furrowed your brow. “Yeah…?”
“You bought them each so much ice cream that I thought they were going to turn into sugar cones and roll away. And then you invited them to hang out with us and bought them balloon animals in the park.”
You shook your head. “Anyone would have done that for those kids. They looked so sad.”
Nyx shook his head. “No, not everyone would have. But you did. You have a beautiful heart and you care so much about the people around you. Hell, you care about people who don’t deserve it. That’s how someone like you got stuck with someone like me.”
You frowned. “Nyx—”
He cut you off with a kiss, his hand on the back of your neck as he pulled you to him. His lips were always so soft, and you let out a quiet moan as his tongue slid against yours. He finally pulled away, leaving you breathless and panting.
“I love you,” he said, looking you right in the eye. “I don’t want perfection. I don’t want the pomp and frills. I just want you. I’ve always wanted you. Don’t ever for a second forget that.”
You gave a meek nod, and he kissed you again. This time though, he rolled so that he was on top of you, and you gasped against his lips as you felt his erection poking the base of your stomach.
“Now, why don’t you let me ease those worries away, babe?” he grinned wolfishly, nipping at your neck before running his tongue along where his teeth bit into you. “I’ll make you forget everything except my name.”