WARNINGS: low self-esteemed,hormonal,pregnant reader. Mentions of depression.
A/N- You’re pregnant again with a girl. This is a long one-shot.
You lie awake in your’s and Draco’s shamrock green, Queen-sized bed. Tears prick your eyes and your throat begins to swell. You stroke the large bump on your stomach softly while Draco’s large hands rub soothing circles into your hip and caress the bump. Resting your head on Draco’s chest, you let his steady heartbeat calm your thoughts.
“(y/n), love?” Draco asks quietly. “Please tell me why you’ve been distant lately. I’m here for you, sweetheart. I hate seeing you like this. Please.” he begs.
You suck in a shaky breath. Trying fruitlessly to hold in the tears. It ruins you bottling up all your feelings. One thick, hot tear leaves your eye and soaks into Draco’s black t-shirt. Your hands begin to shake uncontrollably and a strangled sob escapes your lips. “You can cry, sweetheart.” Draco says softly before kissing your temple.
You let it out. All the stress and self-doubt you’ve been trapping, you let escape. Countless tears cascade down your cheeks and you fist Draco’s shirt tightly. “It’s ok baby. I’m here.” Draco coos, and holds your fisted hands in his. Draco presses gentle kisses on your cheeks and gently runs his fingers through your (h/c) hair.
“I c-can’t Draco.” you sob. You try to quieten; not wanting to wake up Scorpius who’s asleep in the next room.
“Tell me what’s wrong, love.” he whispers softly.
“I’m not good enough, Draco.” you whisper. Your voice has levelled out, yet the waterfall of tears refuse to seize. “I’ll never be good enough.”
“What makes you think that, darling? To me and Scorpius you’re perfect. You saved me. I wouldn’t be here without you. You’re so kind. So beautiful, loving, caring, smart, strong, PERFECT. Don’t ever think otherwise.” he says staring into your (e/c) eyes the whole time. Sincerity and honesty reflecting in his cobalt eyes.
You sit in silence watching him. The love you feel for your family makes your heart warm. “I-I don’t want our daughter to be anything like me. What if she becomes like me? I won’t know what to do, Draco.” you confess. Your lip trembling.
“If our daughter was anythinglike you I would be the proudest father alive. Hell, I already am. I pray everyday that our children will become more like you. You are so important to us and our daughter will feel the exact same.” he says resting his forehead against yours.
“And…Scorpius loves and cares for you so much more.” you mutter quietly. Draco laughs softly in reply.
“You don’t think he loves you as much he does me? He’s been doing nothing but trying to ‘be a grown up’ to help look after you and get your attention these past few weeks. It’s hard on both of us to see you like this, love. We want to help you.”
You didn’t realise it. You’ve been so isolated and trapped in your thoughts that you didn’t acknowledge the important things around you. You wrap your arms around Draco’s neck and pull him into a hug where you cry into his shoulder. You hate yourself so much for abandoning them like that. Draco rubs up and down your back; while muttering sweet things into your ear. You pull back only to capture his lips in yours.
The sound of the door creaking open causes you and Draco to break apart. You look towards the door to see a thouroughly dishevelled looking Scorpius. Rubbing his eyes tiredly and yawning adorably. “Mummy?” he says sleepily. “Are you ok….? Is-is baby ok?!” he says suddenly wide awake. You watch in shock as his little figure runs towards your side of the bed.
Scorpius stares at you wide-eyed and concerned. His bed hair sticking up in all directions like a crown. You turn towards Draco too see him grinning proudly at him.
“I-I~” you’re speechless.
Scorpius’ tiny body makes a few attempts at climbing on the bed but is unable to reach. You’re about to reach for him but stop after you see him look away. His bottom lip trembling. “S-Scorp…?” you ask uncertainly.
“I won’t be able to look after you and sis, Mummy.” he mumbles, on the verge of tears. “I-i’m not big enough.” you feel your heart break. You feel so crap about yourself for ignoring him this whole time.
You reach over the bed and lift him and lay him in between you and Draco. Grabbing his small frame, you hug Scorpius as closely as your seven month bump will allow. Carefully and slowly he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you back. You’re in tears again. They run down your nose and cheeks. Looking up through your tears you see Draco’s handsome face holding a soft smile. You’re feeling so unbelievably loved and there’s such a fulfilling love for your family that you feel in your heart. Which previously felt so heavy with, guilt and self-doubt but is now filled with the light expanses of love and care for all of them.
“D-did I hurt you?! I’m sorry Mummy! I didn’t mean it!” Scorpius exclaims. Shuffling back into Draco once he sees the tears on your face. A look of pure horror resting on his pale face.
“No, baby, no. I’m just happy, is all. I love you so much Scorp. I’m so proud of you.” you say cupping his cheek softly.
He smiles proudly. Looking to Draco in delight. Draco ruffles Scorpius’ soft blonde hair. The exact same as his own.
“Can I sleep with you and daddy, mummy? I miss you.” Scorpius pouts softly. A tired yawn leaving his lips and causing his eyes to water.
“Of course, darling. I’ve missed you too sweetheart.” you say while brushing the hair out of his face.
You move him again so he’s on the left of you and you’re next to Draco again. Draco kisses your lips and grins widely at you. Which you return whole heartedly.
Turning around you cuddle Scorpius’ small body. Planting a soft kiss onto his cheek. Watching as his eyes droop slowly. You feel Draco’s gentle and tentative arms wrap around you. He snuggles into your back. Resting his chin on your shoulder. One of Draco’s arms rests on Scorpius’ hip.
Glancing back at him, your (e/c) eyes meet his icy blue ones. A happy smile rests on both your faces. “I told you.” he mumbles smugly.
“Hm.” your smile drops slowly. Remembering the reason for not noticing in the first place.
Self hate has always been something you’ve had a problem with. You can’t remember when it started or when you realised it but it’s always been there. You called them your ‘demons’ as a teenager. They were there for you when honestly, no one else was. Almost like the arms that catch you when you fall. Only to let you go. To laugh and taunt, trap you under their feet, as you try so hard to get yourself up off the ground without any motivation to do so. Along with all the other people in your life who hurt you. But then he saved you. Draco beared and kept away your demons as you did his. Protected each other from others yes, but also ourselves.
“(Y/N), love. Are you ok?“ Draco asks softly while kissing your cheek. His vunerable, cobalt irises reflect his perpetual love for you like a mirror.
“I love you. I love you all so much. I’m sorry for being the way I am.” you mutter quietly. Your tears are thick raindrops in a torrential storm; leaking from the blustery heavens which are your tear ducts and soaking the parched Earth that is your pillow.
“We love you FOR being you. Never think otherwise. We’ll always be here for you.” Draco states candidly.
“I know.” you mumble.
“Do you want anything? I could make you some warm milk with cinnamon if you’d like?” Draco asks, lifting up the covers.
“I want milk!” Scorpius suddenly wide-awake. Turning around with a hopeful smile and gleaming eyes like sun rays illuminating diamonds. Love filled laughs erupt from both you and Draco.
“That would be nice.” you say tiredly. Tickling Scorpius’ stomach evily. The sweet sounds of his giggles resonate around the room.
“Ok then love. Rest, you’ve had a long day. Come on then Scorp.” Draco says cordially. Sauntering around the perimeter of the large bed and scooping up Scopius’ awaiting body; arms outstretched and giggling like children shown a surreal magic trick.
Giving you a quick peck on the lips, Draco takes Scorpius to the kitchen where you hear frustrated sounds and loud whines emitting from. With a chuckle and a knowing shake of your head, you carefully crawl out of the luxurious warmth of the bed and down the icy, marble stairs.
Shoulder resting on the jutted door frame, you silently observe the events. Draco furiously stirring the curdling milk while Scorpius obviously took it upon himself to latch onto his leg. Shaking with laughter at the sight you awkwardly stumble, due to the bump, towards the counter.
“Need any help?” you ask cheekily, watching as they both whirl around and stare at you.
“What’re you doing down here, love? And not at all. Everything’s under control.”
“I can see.” you chuckle softly.
“Come here Scorp. Let’s go upstairs.” you say. Taking his small hand and leading him up the stairs.
Just as you’re both tucked in Draco comes in with three floating mugs of steaming milk.
You grab yours gratefully and soake up the new source of heat while helping Scorp drink his. Draco places the empty mugs to the side while you wrap an arm around Scorpius’ body and pull him into your side and snuggle into Draco’s welcoming chest.
Wriggling into your previous position, you let Draco’s muscular arms encase you. Experiencing the gentle feeling of protection from him. Delicately you run your fingers through Scorpius’ hair as a soothing method.
Draco’s breaths even out and Scorpius begins to drool slightly. Their peaceful, sleeping forms are the bare trees in Winter. Vunerable, stoic and silent like the deathly appearance they take when sleeping. Only the rise and fall of their chests keeping you sane.
Closing your sore eyes, you try and clear your exposed mind. With the presence of the people you love next to you, you fall into a dreamless sleep.
And as the song goes: “I’ve got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match. What a catch, what a catch.”
I wrote this a while ago for someone close to me…It was just floating in my drafts so I decided to post it.
From a young age Solians are taught the necessary skills of survival by their pack  and those whom are allied with the Solian cub’s pack. Solian cubs are left in the care of their packs’ allies for most of the day whilst the adult members of the pack depart to certain areas and proceed to perform complex rituals in order to acquire colored-sheets and rounded metal bits that have monetary value to Solian society . Solian packs also bring their cubs to small areas of wilderness to socialize with other Solians; we believe this is so Solian cubs can start creating pack-allies for the time when they leave their birth pack in search of their own.
Kiva'tarr has added nem’s personal notes of nem’s observations of Solian cub interactions.
It started out innocently with a group of cubs gathering together at the call of one young fem-cub. At first, I simply thought that the fem-cub was establishing her dominance to any new-comers whilst re-affirming her standing with the other cubs who’d been to that particular wilderness patch. This belief was supported when the fem-cub started chirping at the other cubs gathered around her, barking at the few cubs whom seemed to protest her taking charge. The group dispersed swiftly and only the cub whom had protested remained; I believed it to be a form of punishment to shun the cub, and it seemed to work for the shunned cub faced the tall vegetation and covered it’s sight-receptors before calling out what I believed to be a series of pleads for the punishment’s end.
Eventually, the shunned cub gave up on it’s pleads and let out a boisterous bark and proceeded to hunt down the other cubs.
It was- it was horrifying to watch; this was not a display of social dominance but a ritual that Solian cubs partake in which teach them how to hunt. I watched in horror as the shunned cub systematically found all the others; some complied willingly with simply being found or a light tap, but others needed to be chased down- one even required the shunned cub to tackle it and pin it down! And the adult Solians present just watched and laughed.
Truly Solians are a terrifying species.
 Note that Solian packs do no require blood-relation to be accepted, nor do they have a universal structure; some packs may have only the cub and a single parent (the carrier parent appears more frequent in these pack structures but it is not uncommon that the propagator be the one taking care of the cub) while others have both parents present, some packs have only a single cub while others can have multiple cubs(Solian cubs are generally born one at a time but there have been known instances of multiple of Solian cubs being born) or litters, some packs consist of only the parents and cubs while others contain the parents’ litter-mates along with their offspring, some packs may consists of duel carriers or propagators raising cubs while others consists of adolescent Solians banding together….truly there are no other pack structures quite so diverse as the Solian’s.
 Evidence has shown, by observing Solians trade color-sheets and round-metal at gathering areas of Solians for consumables and other goods, that color-sheets and rounded-metal act much like Credits. As of yet, we haven’t been able to decide if there is an equivalent exchange rate between Credits and what Solians use, this is in part due to the vast variety of Solian color-sheets and rounded-metal.
Kiva'tarr saw children at the park playing a game of tag/hide-and-seek, truly a horrifying hunting ritual of young Solians.
hehe iggy is my #1 too. ^.^ may i request a young!iggy with a fem!s/o drabble where they sneak out with noct to check out a new trendy food place in the city and get caught by cor, but cor lets them off the hook? heehee. thanks!
I’VE WAITED SO
LONG TO FILL THIS REQUEST DEAR ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I SQUEALED AND
BRAINSTORMED FOR THIS LITTLE (ahem, read that as LONG xD) ONE-SHOT! :D :D :D *I
am super excited, hope I didn’t scare anyone with my caps*. Okay, okay- let’s
The boyfriend, the girlfriend and… the prince?
You tap your
foot impatiently against the foot of Noctis’ chair, and the fifteen year old
prince actually has the gall to scowl at you over his homework. You reach over
and ruffle his hair, because you know that he dislikes people touching his hair
immensely. Ignis throws you a look full of exasperation over Noctis’ head, and
you smile sweetly in your boyfriend’s direction in return. Ignis can only shake
his head and return back to preparing what you assume is Noctis’ dinner for
that night and school lunch for the next day.
quietly for a grand total of three minutes before huffing and snatching Noctis’
literature homework from him and jotting the answers to the questions down off
by heart. The young prince smiles in relief while Ignis lets out a groan from
his position in the kitchen.
“Y/n, how will
he pass his exams if you keep doing his homework for him?” Ignis chides you.
You pout at your stern boyfriend in turn and point dramatically at the analogue
clock mounted on the wall.
seven-thirty! I’ve been starving since six! I swear, Noct’s been acting inept
on purpose this whole time!” you cry out dramatically, draping yourself over
Noctis’ homework. The young prince chuckles and pulls a strand of your hair in
jest, earning a yelp from you. You glare up at the boy who is two years younger
than you, and watch as he stands up from his place at the dining table and
collects his books into a neat pile. He carries the pile towards his room,
throwing Ignis a meaningful look as he passes his advisor.
help but smile at the hopeful look in his young charge’s eyes, and he nods his
silent assent. Noctis immediately breaks into a grin and, gods, you have never
seen that boy move so fast in the year that you’ve known him. You turn your
perplexed gaze towards Ignis and raise an eyebrow at him.
hard- I thought he could accompany us out for dinner tonight.” Ignis answers
your silent question. Your jaw drops in disbelief as you stand immediately and
gesture at the food Ignis was packing away on the counter.
“Um, excuse me? Then what is all of this?!” you point at the pair of
colourful lunchboxes filled with rice, omelette and finely chopped and seasoned
bell peppers. You reach forward, you mouth suddenly watering out of hunger, and
try to steal a small cocktail sausage from underneath the omelette. Ignis
immediately grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss
onto your knuckles.
and Prompto’s lunch for tomorrow, love.” Ignis replies easily, letting go of
your hand. You can’t believe it- Ignis packed a lunch for the prince and his
blond chocobo friend…
pack me lunch…” you frown and cross your arms against your chest, feeling hurt-
and then feeling stupid for feeling hurt. Ignis catches the petulant expression
on your face and chuckles with mirth at the obviously silly look on your face.
Your boyfriend quickly replaces the packed lunchboxes into the refrigerator and
shuts the door before making his way around the kitchen counter and towards
you. You feel his arms snake around your waist and he pulls your back flush
against his chest before nuzzling his nose into your fragrant hair with an
amused, yet happy sigh.
because you insist on purchasing that cheese bread from the Crownsguard
Cafeteria every day, sweet pea,” you flush at the term of endearment and
half-heartedly wrestle your way out of his grasp before turning around and
sticking your tongue out at him. Ignis gazes upon your animated form with deep
adoration- you are his exact opposite. Where he is stern and calm, you are
exuberant and jittery. But you have a great mind on you and are very flexible
in your problem-solving process. Ignis admires you greatly for your abstract
thinking ability and your willingness to throw yourself into uncertainty for
the greater good.
that stuff’s delicious, Iggy. And gosh, I cannot believe you’re letting the
bratty prince crash our date!”
calls out from his room, “I heard that, you ingrate!”
You roll your eyes
good naturedly before setting your wide, pleading eyes on Ignis. He bites his
lip, averting your puppy dog eyes.
ask slowly, digging the tow of your light blue vans into Noctis’ wooden floor.
Ignis immediately shakes his head.
“No, I promised
Noct. He’s been having a hard time lately with his magic training and he
deserves a treat. Besides, he likes your company-”
“I do not!” Noctis petulantly whines from his
room, opening his bedroom door and finally emerging. He’s dressed in an old
pair of jeans and a faded moogle mascot t-shirt. Wearing ratty old sneakers and
a black baseball cap over his bangs, Noctis looks like a picture perfect high
school kid. You cluck your tongue in your mouth at the sight while Ignis nods
behaviour around y/n suggests otherwise. Also, well done Noct- perfect
disguise,” Ignis praises Noctis, though one confused look from Noctis has you
bursting out into uncontrollable laughter. You wipe tears of mirth from your
cheeks as Ignis fixes a bewildered stare on you. You gasp for breath before
grinning up at him.
“I don’t think
that’s a disguise, sweet cheeks, I think those are his actual casual clothes-”
Noctis flushes at your words and begins to back track into his room.
“Um, I can
wear something else…” you feel somewhat guilty about the way the young prince
has reverted into his shy and awkward ways. You shook him an apologetic smile
and shake your head quickly.
look great as always my little bean puff!” you coo, earning a grimace from
Noctis. Ignis sighs and glances at his wrist watch as you and Noctis bicker.
children. Let’s make for the car before any tears are spilled, hm?”
freaking Six, Jen- isn’t that the fucking prince?!”
immediately frowns and grabs Noctis’ arm as soon as the three of you pass
through the front threshold of the trendy down town restaurant Ignis let you
to. You tut at Ignis’ behaviour and slap his possessive hand away from the
out! You’re just going to draw attention to him if you go all ‘mother hen’ on
him here,” you speak softly but firmly. Ignis withdraws his hand, and instead
places his arm across your shoulders- a bit warily mind you. You snuggle into
his side, liking the way you are tall enough just so you can perfectly lean
your head against his shoulder when he holds you like this. You let Ignis lead
you to a booth towards the back of the restaurant, and you can hear Noctis
shuffle after the both of you.
feel bad for the kid… being the third wheel and all. That is, until you
realised Noctis was the one who invited himself to your date. You shake your
head and press yourself closer to your boyfriend, earning a raised eyebrow from
the young man you were pressing yourself against.
wrong?” Ignis asks. You shake your head, feigning innocence.
“Oh, no dear.
This is super romantic!” you hear
Noctis scoff softly behind you and you turn your face away from Ignis to hide
your grin. You can feel Ignis heave an exasperated sigh before ushering you
into the booth. He shuffles in after you and Noctis seats himself opposite the
both of you.
You turn to
face Ignis, only to catch him critically eyeing the patrons dining within his
chosen establishment. He glares at a group of young women making googly eyes at
the prince, and you smack him lightly on the chest with the back of your hand.
on a date- focus!” you coach your boyfriend with a sharp tone of voice. Ignis
lets out what you classify as a miserable sigh and slumps slightly in his seat.
“This was a
terrible idea… the security risks are too great…” Ignis mumbles to himself. You
shoot a glance at Noctis, who is too busy scouring over the menu with his
midnight blue eyes wide open in wonder. You can’t help the slight warmth that
spreads through your chest- the boy was seriously deprived. You were feeling
slightly less salty about Noctis gate-crashing your date.
You flip your
gaze back to Ignis and rub his arm up and down in what you hope are soothing
motions. It seems to work minutely as his stiff shoulders relax the tiniest
“Iggy, Noct is
dressed like a hobo right now. We can just say he’s an enthusiastic Noctis
have never seen any sane young man
cosplay as the prince,” Ignis frowns down at you. You lean forward quickly and
press a soft kiss to Ignis’ adorably pouting lips- he probably has no idea he’s
pouting. Ignis retracts from your public display of affection and you swear to
the Six you saw him flush at least seven different shades of red before
clearing his throat and unbuttoning one of his shirt buttons out of
embarrassment. You can’t help but smile fondly and bop Ignis on the nose.
If Noctis hadn’t
been so enthralled by the diner’s menu selection, he’d have probably thrown
both the salt and pepper shaker at your faces. Alas, the kid prince is
currently marking all the junk he’s going to eat on the menu with little ripped
pieces of napkin.
“Look at him-
we can pass him off as our ‘odd’ friend or something,” you retract yourself
from Ignis’ personal space as he stares at you with a deadpan expression, “oh,
come on sweetie! Live a little- we’re not going to get caught for this! We’re
not even in a dodgy area- he’s totally safe!” you argue your point, willing
Ignis’ creased eyebrows to soften. Ignis is about to say something to retort to
your statements when Noctis gasps and tries to slip down as far as he can in
“Aw crap, it’s
As soon as
those words leave Noctis’ mouth, you duck as well, pulling Ignis down alongside
you. Ignis splutters a little, completely flustered and glasses askew. You
shoot a panicked look at Noctis, who is doing his best to cover his face with
the menu, the napkin scraps he’s placed there all slipping onto the table.
sure?!” you ask, your voice around three octaves higher than usual. Noctis
grunts an affirmative and sinks impossibly lower in his seat.
“I should have
just made him hamburgers at home. Why did I think this was a good idea? He didn’t
even finish all of his homework…” Ignis laments quietly to himself. You can’t
help but smirk at the regret lacing Ignis’ tone.
“This is what
you get for letting the prince gate-crash our date.”
an annoyed glare at you, to which you immediately answer with your own glare.
The two of you don’t even notice that the marshal is now in earshot, his
eyebrows furrowed in discontentment.
“He said he
wanted to try this place, and I couldn’t let him go with Prompto!” Ignis begins
to defend himself. You roll your eyes and cross your hands over your stomach.
“Why the hell
not? They’re best friends! Noct should be allowed to hang out with his friends!”
“The boy doesn’t
know how to defend himself, let alone others. Allowing Noctis out with a
commoner with no self-defence training what-so-ever would be a dire compromise
to Noctis’ security!” Ignis shoots back, rebuking your argument.
fancy seeing you here.” You suddenly hear Noctis’ miserable voice ring out,
snapping you out of your couple’s spat with Ignis and back into reality. Noctis
is now rearranging his boy so that he’s sitting up straight in the booth. Your
eyes flitter over to Cor’s ever-tense form and you physically flinch at the disapproving
look he’s throwing yours and Ignis’ way.
been calling your home phone for the past forty minutes. He’s worried.” Cor
states simply. You can’t help but hurt for Noctis as his face falls out of
guilt. The young prince pushes the menu away from himself and begins to move to
shuffle out of the booth. However, Cor stops him by seating himself in Noctis’
way. You and Ignis quickly move so that you are both sitting ram-rod straight,
both gazing down at Cor’s hands that were now rested on the red and white
you begin, adopting your ‘official business voice, only to be disrupted by a
dismissive wave of Cor’s hand.
here, thanks.” You’re rendered speechless for a long moment, and Ignis decides
to speak in your place.
“Cor, I must
offer my sincerest apologies. I should have notified the Crownsguard of this
little dining excursion, and I take full responsibility for what has happened
tonight.” Ignis says, his voice quiet. Noctis shakes his head and has the gall
to grasp roughly at Cor’s shoulder, gaining the older man’s attention at once.
“Cor, I was
the one who convinced Iggy to bring me here. I just wanted to try the food… the
guys at school keep talking about it and I just… kind of wanted to be able to
join in,” Noctis explains, and you witness a feint blush form on the prince’s
pale cheeks. At that very moment, you can’t help but feel terribly sorry for
the prince. Every aspect of his life is planned and monitored with no room to
deviate. People would probably think his life was sweet, but you realise at
that moment that it’s anything but.
irresponsible, of all of you.” Cor says, his tone even. Ignis’ gaze falls onto
the table, and you immediately reach for one of his hands resting idly on his
thigh. You discreetly give him a squeeze for support, and he squeezes your
smaller hand back gratefully in return.
sir- I mean, Cor… sir,” you fumble with your words. Cor’s lips twist into the
tiniest smile at your nervousness, and you can’t help but offer a nervous grin
in return. The marshal shakes in head, his expression filled with disbelief as
he raised his battle calloused hand and pats Noctis stiffly on the back.
agree that his highness deserves some down time. So, if you don’t mind the
extra company, I can permit Prince Noctis to feast to his heart’s content,”
your eyes trail over to Noctis’ face, and you find that your expression is
mirrored on his face. Jaw slack and surprise unhidden. Cor pulls out a black
and gold card… is that a Crownsguard
Ignis murmurs, his grip on your hand going slack. Cor smirks at the three of
you and waves the card around for you all to see.
traced Noctis’ GPS signal on his phone, I had a feeling you’d be having dinner.
His majesty insisted upon leaving his personal credit card in my care so…” Cor
trails off, pushing the card towards Noctis, whose eyes are comically wide. “I’m
guessing dinner’s on the Crown?”
forward, forgetting all about Crownsguard etiquette and grin at Cor Leonis.
wrong about you Cor- you freaking rule!”
Ignis, ever so
put together Ignis, takes a page out of your book and leans forward with a huge
grin on his face, reaching forward with his hands to grasp one of Cor’s in
“I must agree
with y/n. You truly are incredible, sir.”
corrects Ignis. Ignis retracts his hands and you notice an embarrassed flush
making its way across his cheeks. You smile and lean to your side, pressing a
single lingering kiss on Ignis’ cheek before smirking at an amused Cor and an
hope you don’t mind being the fourth wheel on this date. Noctis already claimed
title of third wheel himself when he invited himself.”
said I could come!” Noctis retorts, crossing his arms in front of him.
actually Noct, you threatened to fire me…” Ignis jested light-heartedly. Noctis’
jaw drops in utter betrayal. While the three younger ones continue to bicker,
Cor waves a waitress over to their table and smiles apologetically at the
pretty young lady, making her swoon under the handsome marshal’s attention.
“The kids will
have my usual. And make it fast- they get crabby when they’re hungry. Thanks.”
jots down the order, glances at the motley group and her eyes immediately widen
at the sight of the crown prince. She nods hastily at Cor, recognising his
familiar facial features from the news articles she read growing up, and bows
once more as she makes off to fetch their order.
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Can you do a Tina x young fem reader, where the reader is abused by her
mother and Tina intervenes and helps the reader, who is really quiet,
kind and really observant. Please, only if you feel comfortable with it
Warnings: Reader has nightmares of Isaac and Reader’s abusive home life
The plate dropped to the ground and your eyes locked on your
brothers from across the room. The sound of it shattering into tiny pieces was
almost like a warning bell for the both of you, Isaac quickly pushed his chair
back as a glass was launched towards you, taking the blow as he crushed you to
his chest and told you it was going to be ok.
“I’m sorry Isaac!” You yelped when he was grabbed and
dragged towards the basement.
You threw you blankets back, gasping for air as the
nightmare left your body coated in sweat, Melissa’s room was just next door so
she heard you cry out and had hurried in. She wrapped you in a tight hug as you
sobbed into her shoulder.
“It’s alright (Y/N), if you have a bad dream you can find me
ok.” Melissa said gently.
Summary: You’re a young teenager who has telepathy and is telekinetic. The team finds you after a particular nasty encounter with a criminal. They’re gonna go take him out but don’t want to leave you alone. Mick and Leonard volunteer to stay with you at first everyone is a bit weary but they realize that they want you be safe.
Summary: You loved Erik and Erik loved you. The both of you would fool around alot especially when using your mutation. The metal-bender would be amazed and fascinated with your mutation and you decided to show how far you can go with it.
Notes: fluff, oneshot, mutations
A/N: Reader’s mutation can manipulate shadows and natural light.