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☆ scars

gale dekarios x ftm reader

sypnosis: gale and [name] show eachother their scars and tell eachother about them. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

"i must admit," gale mutters as he pulls off his shirt "it has been a while since i've been shirtless infront of someone."

gale finally takes his shirt off, placing it to the side as neatly as he could. it was his camp shirt, he didn't want it to get all muddled up and messy later. he still wanted it to be in somewhat pristine condition.

"i mean, i even told tara to leave the room whenever i was changing back in waterdeep." gale chuckled, shaking his head as he recollected the thought of it.

[name] cut off his lover with a kiss. he then pulled away with a smile on his lips. yes, he did love gale speaking, but he also loved kissing his partner a whole lot more.

"well, i'm glad you can do this with me then. i'm also glad i'm the first person that had seen your body in a while." [name] hummed, a playful smile replacing the smile he had on his lips previously. he then pulled his own shirt off, discarding it to the side, somewhere near gale's shirt.

[name]'s chest was adorned with two very prominent scars. they were quite intricate, practically the main focus of his chest. it took away all of the focus of his small scars, but he didn't mind it at all. in fact, he was proud of showing those scars off.

"now, you tell me about your scars and i'll tell you about mine. just like you promised me earlier." [name] hummed, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked over at his lover.

gale was a little flustered, to say the least. [name] hadn't ever shown him his full body, apart from that time in the weave. yes, this was only his torso, but it was something. if gale's orb hadn't been stabilised, he thought he would've blown a fuse right there and then.

[name] walked towards gale until they were an arms length away. his fingers gently traced the orb on gale's chest, taking note of how it pulsated under each fingertip. a few sparks of purple also flashed and iluminated the room due to the orb. [name] assumed it was because gale was flustered, and [name] loved gale being flustered.

gale reached out and he took [name]'s hand in his own. he trailed the hand to his free hand, letting [name]'s fingers roam across his knuckles and his palm, feeling the scars that were littered on his hand.

"most of those are scratches from tara, or just papercuts from books that have never healed." the wizard explained, looking at [name] with a smile. he was glad he could share this moment with his lover, finally being comfortable enough to show his body to someone for the first time in forever.

[name] nodded at gale's explanation, looking at the scars he had on his hand. they were small, but they made gale, gale. [name] loved everything about his partner, no matter if it was the scars or the rambling or the orb inside of him. [name] loved it all.

the man leaned forward and he kissed the scars on gale's hand. his lips were gentle against the scars, as if they were fresh wounds. [name] was always delicate with gale, acting as if his lover was something fragile and something that was about to break. truth be told, he was.

"i love all of these scars.." [name] mumbled against gale's hand, looking up at the other man as he did so. he took his time to kiss each individual scar that decorated gale's hand, not wanting to get rid of this moment.

[name] removed himself from gale's hand soon after, stopping his kisses. he then moved back to gale's chest, now kissing the orb that was there.

gale didn't expect [name] to do such a thing, but he wasn't complaining. his orb pulsated under [name]'s lips, flashing small flickers of purple. his heartbeat picked up slightly as he became increasingly more flustered by the whole situation. he couldn't help but love how [name] was making him feel comfortable in his body, and he wanted to do the same for his partner.

"it's your turn now.." gale whispered, pulling [name] off of his chest. [name] grumbled and he narrowed his eyebrows at his lover. he wanted to keep going, but he had a promise to keep up the other half of.

gale's brown eyes darted down to [name]'s torso. he looked at the scars [name] had underneath his pectorals. he stared at them and took a mental note of their appearance. they were a bit jagged, but they seemed to have served their purpose nonetheless. gale loved them, just as [name] loved his scars too.

"although i already know half of the story, i'd still like to know more about them." gale muttered, his fingers grazing over [name]'s scars.

"well.. they're my top surgery scars, as you know. i never felt much like a woman, i always felt more like a man." [name] started, slightly shuddering under gale's touch. "but, i didn't know how to make myself look more like a man. i always felt like i was just playing dress up or something.." [name] mumbled, looking down at gale's fingers as he spoke.

[name] let out a sigh, waiting a few seconds before he started speaking again. he let gale continue to trace his scars and adore them, just as he had done a few minutes ago.

"i opted for surgery, which is where the scars are from." [name] explained, his voice soft as he continued to look at his lover. "i don't think the person fully knew what they were doing.. but whatever they did worked." [name] chuckled to himself.

gale nodded at [name]'s explanation and he pressed a quick kiss to his scars. he lifted his head back up and he smiled, placing another kiss on [name]'s cheek this time.

"your scars tell a story, they remind you of a battle you fought and won. i love them." gale whispered into [name]'s ear, stroking his lover's hair gently. he truly meant what he was saying. he loved [name]'s scars and the meaning behind them.

[name] smiled bashfully at the wizard. he hadn't experienced this much love and affection before, or any reassurances about his own scars. he was truly glad about meeting gale and being able to share such a moment with him.

"thank you. i love your scars too, even if they're not from as tought battles as mine." [name] teased, pressing a quick peck to gale's lips with a hum.

[name] then continued to explain to gale in detail how his other scars appeared. there were some from different fights with monsters, even some new ones since after the nautiloid crash. gale listened intenly to everything [name] was saying, a smile on his lips at all time.

"..that's the last one." [name] said, pushing gale away from his torso so he could stop touching and kissing it. "i'm feeling cold so no more scar appreciation or whatever this was.." [name] chuckled.

the man then walked over to where he had thrown his shirt. he quickly tossed it on before throwing gale his own shirt. gale followed, putting on his own shirt afterwards.

without any warning, gale was then tackled down onto the bedroll by [name]. he was then attacked by an array of kisses and praises, earning laughter in return.

the pair were definitely going to show eachother their scars again.

- author's note: i absolutely love this old man <3 i started a new game just to romance him even though i haven't finished my 1st game 😭

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Hello, Hello!!

You said your requests are open, yes? Well, im here to submit one if it's not a burden <33

Can I request Fyodor Dostoevsky x Male reader who is a religious cult leader? (You can choose it's it's yandere, platonic, romantic, etc)

For example, the reader is a priest but is super nice, a little too nice-- Fyodor happens to run across him during in what the start of season four would be(when the ADA didn't listen to Ranpo's starting point) and deemed m/n as just: "a feeble priest" who invited him to church, however, when Fyodor decides to go to the church out of curiosity he finds out m/n is insane for whatever god he worships, instead of his soft and caring personality he had when he first met Fyodor; he now has a more crazed and insane one, "reaching the holy words" and screaming obscenities to the rest of the church members in the pews?

And possibly for an interesting touch(only for the drama because im quite obsessed with dramatic stories where characters get surprised when m/n does something), the reader usually keeps their eyes closed, eventually leading people into thinking that he is blind, only for him to open his eyes when he's doing cultist meetings?

I know this is such a strange ask 😭😭 and if it makes you uncomfortable I understand 100%, this is actually a storyline for one of my ocs, and I thought it would be neat to see this sort of storyline in your style and as a fanfic!!

(P.S I HAVE READ SOME OF YOUR WRITING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😭❤️❤️ I don't request often either so I wanted you to know this is how much I appreciate your writing style)

thanks for requesting!

☆ the wolf in sheep's clothing

fyodor dostoevsky x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above!

the lowercase is intentional !

you were going about your day, on your way to your work as a priest before bumping into a man. this man was no ordinary man, it was fyodor dostoevsky, a member of the decay of angels. but you didn't know that yet, and neither did he know about your secret profession.

"i'm so, so sorry!" you stutter out with a bow, keeping a nice, caring persona on to lure fyodor in. your eyes are closed, so you can't make out what the man infront of you looks like, but you take a quick peak at him before closing your eyes again. "it's alright," he smirked. "don't worry about it." his accent was thick and heavy. you were now more curious about him. you were definitely going to try and lure him into your cult.

"my name's [name]. i am truly sorry for bumping into you.." your eyes are closed and fyodor can now understand why you bumped into him. you were probably blind, so he felt a little sympathetic towards your case, which was a surprise from him. "it's okay, don't worry about it truly. i'm fyodor." he smiled, even though you wouldn't be able to see.

you bowed at him again, still muttering a string of apologies before he takes your shoulder in his hand. "please stop apologising, i've already forgiven you." the contact made you shiver, but in a good way. you looked up at him again. "okay, okay. sorry. would you like to come over to come over to my church? i was just on the way now before bumping into you. it'll be my way of showing gratitude and forgiveness." you smile, but there's a hint of evil about your smile that fyodor doesn't seem to catch on to.

"oh, well i don't see why not." fyodor smiled in response. "if you're insisting, i'll come along. i guess it is really the only way you could repay me." the black haired man continued smiling. fyodor was geniunely curious about your church. what god did you worship? etc, etc. those questions were running through his mind. he also liked how sweet you were, it was like he could take advantage of you if he'd like to later. but he was wrong, of course. you didn't show him how you truly were. a cruel, evil cult leader. you simply acted all sweet to lure more people into your trap.

the two of you then arrived at the church. it was lively as people were waiting for the next session to take place and they were waiting for [name] to lead it. you had a smirk on your face as you faced fyodor again. "you just sit where you like and have a little listen to my ceremony, okay?" you smile sweetly at him, but your intentions are far from sweet.

the atmosphere of the church was also quite sinister.. but fyodor couldn't tell what was off about the whole place just yet. he decided to go along with whatever you had planned. he sat down in a seat near the back and waited for you to start.

you walk to the altar and get your things ready to prepare your next speech for your followers. you enjoy the feeling that you have a new guest today - fyodor. maybe you'd convince him to join your 'true' religion in the end and get him to praise your 'true' god.

"greetings, guests!" you call out, finally opening your eyes to scan the eyes of the audience. fyodor was a little startled at first. he didn't think you could see.. but maybe that was just a slight misjudgment on his behalf, so he tried to brush it off and not seem ignorant.

everyone was already shouting praises at you, even though you had only said two words. everyone sitting in the rows at the church were all familiar faces that you knew. you took your time usually to greet each individual once you entered the church, but today was different. you were running late due to fyodor, so you'd leave all the friendliness with your followers to later.

"i assume everyone knows why we're gathered here today?" you ask and people in the crowd yell back a string of 'yes'es or just screams. "oh but of course, there is someone new here today!" an evil grin grows on your face as you turn to look at fyodor. "I hope everyone will be nice to our hopefully new follower!" your grin then turns into a sweet smile, hints of evil still around it. your voice was sickeningly sweet as well, starting to creep fyodor of all people out a little bit too.

"today we are gathered yet again to praise the true god!" you yell out, your voice starting to grow more and more menacing as you praised this false god. "not the ones those so called real worshipers follow.. our god!" everyone started cheering your name, they seemed to be just as brainwashed, or even worse than you.

fyodor was starting to get a little creeped out. he wanted to leave, and fast. he didn't intend on meeting a cult leader in the first place. he just thought he had bumped into a sweet, innocent and blind man. but oh how he was so wrong.

your words started to linger in fyodor's mind. everything you said about this god stuck out to him. some of his curiosity was peaked, maybe it was because of you - not the person you decided to worship. something about you seemed so interesting, fyodor forgot his intentions on leaving now. he wanted to stay and listen to your voice forever.

maybe it was your voice, the way you spoke about this idol you worshipped. or maybe it was how captivating you were, the way you faked your sweet charm just to lure him in. whatever it was, fyodor was definitely interested. he was definitely going to be coming back for more talks.. mostly because he wanted to be by your side though.

once the 'prayer' meeting was over and you had said goodbye to each of your guests, you decide to go back to fyodor and have a chat with him. he had a surprised look on his face the entire time you spoke and you were certainly amused by that. "well hello, fyodor." you spoke, a smirk on your face. it the exact one you had playing on your face when fyodor first came into the church. "i see you enjoyed your time here, yes?" you asked, leaning close to him. he immediately nodded, captivated by your alluring voice.

"yes, i did enjoy it. for more reasons than you may think, however." fyodor laughed lightly, looking at you. "it is safe to say, i will be returning.. only if i am not busy with my own plans you see." he smiled at you, slightly returning the smirk you had on your lips. "of course, of course! you are welcome to join us anytime. i will be delighted." you chuckled back, pleased to hear that the ravenette will be returning.

fyodor had practically forgotten who you were - a cult leader that just spewed obscenities to his followers. he had completely zoned out.. but he wasn't that innocent of a man either, so he couldn't blame you. fyodor was truly fascinated about your act, maybe he could learn a thing or two from the wolf in sheep's clothing...

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☆ author's note: i don't know shit about religion or anything about church / priests, so i hope this was good... but seriously thanks for requesting and saying you love my work! i try my best. keep requests coming!! they may be a little slow due to school but i'll try get them out asap.

hey guys ! sorry for not posting a lot ! just wanted to let you guys know i've added mha to my masterlist if anyone wants to request for it :)

hi !! I saw your requests are open, so I was wondering if you could do a Ignis Scientia x gn or male reader where the reader has stress related anger issues and gets really upset sometimes, and is afraid Ignis will leave them for it even if they don't mean to act that way? it's completely okay if not and take your time !

a final fantasy request? sign me up.

☆ stress, insults and tears.

ignis scientia x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

"i hate you!" [name] yelled out, tears streaming down his face as he looked at ignis. "leave me alone!" he said before running off to the bedroom and slamming the door.

ignis sighed as he saw [name] storm off. he knew that [name] was going through a stressful time due to the work that has piled up on him recently, and he wanted to help. yet, [name] was closing himself off and being frustrated with everyone and everything. ignis had only asked [name] if everything was okay, but [name] just stormed off. he knew [name] didn't mean what he said, he just wanted to help.

ignis didn't yell, shout or insult [name]. he understood what [name] was going through. but of course, ignis still wanted to help. he had seen [name] go through stress periods multiple times throughout their relationship, and he was willing to do whatever he could to help. ignis wanted [name] to know that he wasn't alone, that ignis was there to help. so, whatever it would take to get [name] to know that, he'd do it.

of course, ignis did what he knew best. cook.

the brunette made his way to the kitchen to start making something. he decided something sweet would do the trick and save [name] from some tears. ignis was going to make some chiffon cake. it was warm, light and fluffy - bound to be something that both ignis and [name] enjoy.

ignis mixed some eggs, flour, sugar, oil and cream into a bowl to get the cake mixture. it already started to look and taste good. ignis really hoped that [name] would enjoy eating it as much as he's enjoying making it.

ignis placed the batter into a special mold before placing it in the oven, waiting patiently for it to cook. the aroma wafting from the oven was making him drool, he was so excited for how the cake was going to turn out.

meanwhile, [name] was still in his and ignis' room. he was sobbing to himself, breaking down after all of the stress that had been piled up on him. he didn't even realise the smell of the cake ignis was making. but, once he'd get a taste, his mood would definitely be lifted.

after around an hour, ignis pulled the cake out of the oven. he carefully took it out of the mold before cutting a piece for himself and [name]. he then placed the plates on a tray with some coffee and tea before making his way to the bedroom.

ignis knocked on the door gently. "[name], can you please let me in?" he asked, his voice nice and gentle to not alarm his boyfriend.

[name] immediately perked up as he heard ignis' voice. his sobbing subsided for a moment as he let out a quiet sniffle, wiping his face with his sleeve. he then gets up off of the bed to open the door.

ignis is there outside of the door holding a tray with two plates of chiffon cake, a selection of teas and coffees alongside some cups. [name] stands there in shock, he wasn't expecting this. he thought ignis was going to be mad at him for yelling and saying such insulting things.

"i made this for us, we can eat inside the bedroom.. i'll clean up later. i just want to make sure you're comfortable." ignis says in a gentle and soothing voice. it's evident that he really cares for [name], and [name] appreciates that so much. he starts to tear up again as he nods in response to ignis' suggestion.

the couple then walk into the bedroom and they sit down on the bed comfortably placed in the middle of the room. ignis hands [name] a plate with the cake on it before preparing [name]'s favourite drink.

[name] sniffles a bit before blinking to try and make the tears go away. he takes a bite of the cake and he immediately melts. it's nice and warm and fluffy.. it felt like he was eating heaven. whatever ignis cooked tasted like heaven, really.

"ignis.." [name] started after he finished his bite. "why.. why did you do all of this?" he asked, thinking that ignis hated him for what he said earlier. "i was so rude and you still went out of your way to bring me cake and a warm drink.. i don't get it.." [name] whispered, a small frown forming on his face.

ignis listened as [name] spoke, nodding along. "i did it because i care. i know that you get stressed sometimes because of work and just life in general, so i wanted to do something to make you feel better." ignis replied, placing a hand on [name]'s thigh whilst caressing it gently. "i should've not pushed you so far to answer.. i just wanted to know why you were so stressed out. i'll keep it in mind next time to not bug you so much, i understand it's annoying." the brunette chuckled slightly, hoping to lighten up the mood.

[name] just frowned even more, if that was even possible. "don't.. don't you want to leave me? i get angry over nothing and say horrible things to you but you still act so politely. i don't understand." [name] sighed, a few tears welling in the corners of his eyes. "and this isn't the first time this has happened! why are you still with me?"

ignis just leaned forward and placed a kiss on [name]'s forehead, trying to soothe him. "i'm not leaving you because i know you don't mean the things you say." ignis begins, still gently caressing [name]'s thigh. "plus, i love you too much to leave you. whether your stress makes you angry or sad, i love you either way. it also means that i get to help you overcome your struggles." ignis hums, kissing [name]'s cheek this time.

"i.. i still don't understand but i love you too.." [name] replies, feeling somewhat weak now and in too much of a vulnerable state. "i don't want you to leave me.. but i'm scared that you will one day because you'll realise how much of a freak i am." [name] mumbled, taking another bite of his chiffon cake.

ignis pulled [name] in closer, not caring about the tray on the bed or the liquids that could potentially spill. "[name], you are not a freak. this is normal, i want to help you. you're not alone." ignis whispered, kissing [name]'s forehead. "i'll never leave you, your flaws make you, you. and i love all of you." ignis gives [name] a light kiss on the lips, wanting to let his boyfriend know how much he cared for him. "i could never leave you."

[name] slowly nodded, a few tears running down his cheek as he continued to eat the cake. he didn't want to respond to ignis verbally in that moment, so he just nodded. he felt so warmed knowing that ignis actually cared. ignis' kind words were exactly what [name] needed.

"promise me you'll actually talk to me and tell me what's wrong?" ignis said, stroking [name]'s head to be as close and as intimate with him as possible in that moment. "i don't want you to think you're alone, because you're not." ignis continued, pressing more kisses all over his boyfriend's face.

[name] nods again, looking at ignis with a small smile now. "i promise.. i'm sorry that i close myself off so much, it's just.. hard." [name] whispered, sighing as he finished talking.

"it's okay, i know what you mean." the brunette replied, speaking softly and gently throughout. he cared about [name] a lot, and it pained him when he saw his boyfriend hurting.

the two men then spent the rest of their day eating cake, drinking some tea or coffee, laughing and kissing. it was fun, and [name] finally felt stress free.

☆ author's note: i hope you like this anon! please keep requesting, i love writing for people. to my mutual who requested the p2 of the wolf in sheep's clothing im so sorry that i keep delaying it!! i just have no ideas of what to write :( when something comes into mind i'll get to work.

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☆ i want you

astarion x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: under cazador's rule, astarion never got what he wanted. but, that changed ever since he met [name]. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

for the past 200 years of his life, astarion never had a say in what he wanted to do. he had to go out, look for people to lure back to cazador and sleep with those said people. it was never what he wanted. it was what cazador wanted.

astarion had to listen to orders from his 'master'. he had to always follow his 'master's wants and demands, or else something bad would happen.

but astarion didn't want to listen.

astarion wanted to chose to do what he wanted, not what cazador wanted. why did he have to do what someone else wanted him to do? why was that person not able to accomplish their wants on their own? astarion did understand.

by coincidence, astarion found himself on a mindflayer ship and soon crash landing near a beach.

the spawn was free from cazador, at least for now. he was able to walk into the sun too for the first time in 200 years. most importantly, astarion felt free. well, his idea of 'being free' was quite restricted. he now had a parasite that could turn him into a tentacled, brain eating monster at any point. astarion didn't like how that was his definition of being free from cazador.

of course, down the line of astarion's new found and temporary freedom, he met [name]. from that day forth, the two started travelling together.

there was something about [name] that astarion couldn't understand. he was nothing like the other people astarion knew. he was nothing like astarion's brothers, or sisters or even cazador. there was something different about him.

[name] listened. he listened to everything astarion, and other companions, said to him. he was so attentive and observant, which was quite unlike all the people astarion had met before. it was all about them and their feelings and their wants, not astarions.

it made astarion feel something. it made the vampire spawn feel something that he hadn't felt in his 200 years of 'living'. yet, astarion couldn't bring himself to understand what this feeling was. or, well, he didn't want to confront the feeling after being trapped for so long not being able to have what he wants.

night had fallen upon camp, and everyone was sitting around the fire. everyone was laughing, making jokes and telling eachother stories about their pasts before the parasites. that was everyone except astarion.

astarion was lurking in the shadows, just as he did before when he did the things cazador wanted him to do. astarion's mind was just rattling, plaguing him with different ideas about [name] and he just didn't want to confront himself about it. astarion tried his hardest to push away these thoughts and feelings, to lock them away forever, but nothing was working.

a sudden snap of a branch was heard, making astarion shoot his head towards the noise. it was [name], a smile plastered on his face and a glass of wine in his hands that he held out for astarion to take.

"you looked lonely, i thought you might want some company." [name] said as he walked closer to astarion, taking a seat on the floor besides the spawn.

astarion took the wine and he started to sip on it, not making any eye contant with [name] whatsoever. why did the man he was just thinking of and trying to hard to ignore the feelings he had for have to show up? and why did he have to be so nice, and caring, and considerate all the damn time?

the vampire spawn sighed to himself, although it was still loud enough for [name] to hear him do so. he took another sip of the wine and his eyes darted from his glass, to [name] and back again. he wanted to say something to the other man, but he didn't know what to say.

"i think.. i think i've finally figured out what i want." astarion mumbled into the glass, his eyes fixated on it, no longer moving to look at his companion.

[name] turned his head towards astarion and he raised an eyebrow. he was definitely curious as to what his friend 'wants'. he was surprised that astarion even decided to bring up such a thing in the first place. "oh?" is all [name] responded with, wanting astarion to keep the conversation going.

astarion cleared his throat before he spoke yet again. "i mean, i've always had to do what others wanted me to do, like cazador.. but i've finally figured out what i want." astarion continues speaking, secretly hoping that [name] isn't weirded out by what he's saying.

"well, what is it that you want?" [name] hummed in response, a smile forming on his lips as his face was still turned towards astarion. he'd be willing to help out the spawn with his desires, no matter what those desires may be.

astarion took a deep breath and he finally looked at [name]. for some reason he felt so flustered and mushy, he never felt like this when luring people to cazador. but then again, [name] always made him feel so different.

"i want you." astarion whispered, his crimson eyes glimmering in the moonlight as they stayed fixated on [name]. "not just for sex or passion, i want you fully. for love and simple pleasures between us two." astarion confessed, feeling relieved for finally admitting his feelings but at the same time feeling proud for saying what he wanted.

[name] sat there processing astarion's words for a few seconds. astarion was getting a little nervous admittedly at [name]'s lack of response. nobody who astarion manipulated or tricked before ever stayed this silent at some seduction. but this wasn't just simple seduction, this was the truth. astarion truly did want [name].

a smile was still on [name]'s lips after he had processed the words astarion had given him. there was no look of disgust or annoyance on the man's face, and quite frankly astarion was glad.

"i think i could make that work." [name] finally replied, taking astarion's empty hand into his own. he then stroked the pale elf's hand gently, still looking up at his face. "we could make this work." [name] finished his response with a kiss to astarion's hand, and astarion felt the happiest he had ever felt in years.

astarion had finally gotten what he had wanted. he now had [name], and [name] had him. astarion couldn't feel any better. he was so glad that he could get the things that he wanted, not the things that others wanted.

astarion finally felt the freest he had ever felt in 200 years.

☆ author's note: hope you guys enjoy (even if this is kind of short)! i finally triggered astarion's confession scene today :') keep requests coming! you guys can also request some valentine's day themed things too!

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☆ the rough days feel a little better with you

ignis scientia x ftm reader [he / him]

sypnosis: [name] has been going through dysphoria, he doesn't like the way he looks - he doesn't feel 'man enough.' luckily, ignis is there to save the day. (can be viewed as romantic or platonic)

the lowercase is intentional !

the dysphoria was hard today. it was getting to a point where it was too much to cope with. you felt a pain surging throughout your whole body.

you didn't feel like a real man. you felt like you were a little girl playing dress up. you felt as if you were pretending, that you were doing this to fit in. that's what your dysphoria was telling you. it was making you feel like shit.

you couldn't get out of bed. all you could do was stay curled up in a ball, whilst you cried on the bed. you wished someone could come help you. that someone would come comfort you and reassure you. that someone would make all of your worries wash away.

suddenly, you were pulled out by your thoughts due to your phone ringing. it was ignis calling. a small smile crept on your face as you quickly wiped away your tears.

"hello?" you answered, your voice a little croaky from crying. "[name], i'm glad you picked up." ignis spoke. on the other side of the line, ignis heard how your voice sounded. he already assumed the worse, that you were having a bad day.

"are you alright?" he asked, his voice already soothing your worries and easing your pain. "no.. can you please come over?" you started to tear up and sniffle again. you couldn't bear this pain any longer. ignis nodded to himself, even if you wouldn't be able to see it. "of course, i'll be right over." ignis responded, feeling pained once he heard your sniffles. he wanted to make sure you were alright.

ignis rushed over to your place. he unlocked the door with the key you provided him many months ago. he heard your crying so he cautiously made his way up to your room.

ignis' face dropped immediately once he saw your state. dishevelled hair, bloodshot and teary eyes. he walked over and kneeled by your side, taking one of your hands in his gently stroking it. "it's alright, [name]. i'm here now." ignis spoke softly. "what's a handsome man like you doing so upset?" he knew what was wrong, but he wanted to reassure you by calling you a man - your true identity.

you didn't reply to him, you continued sniffling and crying as he stroked your hand. "you're a really handsome man, i hope you know that [name]. i think you're best looking man i've ever seen." ignis smiled slightly, even if there was sadness in his eyes. he hated seeing you like this. he wanted to be the one to make sure you were alright.

your eyes glimmer as you hear his words, you tilt your head at him smile slightly. "ignis.." you whisper out, not knowing how to finish your sentence. he hushed you, not wanting you to pain yourself any further. "what if i cook you something to eat?" he hummed with a smile. ignis' speciality was cooking, and he knew you loved his cooking. he knew it made you feel better.

your eyes go wide once you hear the words he utters. you immediately nod. "yes.. yes please.." you speak with a hoarse voice. ignis smiles and ruffles your hair. "of course, i'll make my favourite man his favourite dish." you pull him in closer and breathe in his scent. "thank you, iggy.." you whisper.

even though ignis didn't say much, you still felt better. his reassurances of your identity, him holding your hand, him offering to cook you food and even just ignis in general made you feel better. you were glad he was there.

he lead you to the kitchen and started to cook you some food with the ingredients you had available. you still felt a little dysphoric, but ignis helped. even if it was a little bit.

soon enough, your place was flooded with the scent of ignis' cooking. it smelt so good, like always. you started to smile a little more. you were so happy you had someone like ignis in your life.

ignis then plated the food for you, snapping you out of your trance. "enjoy. i hope it's to your liking." he hummed, taking a seat next to you. you immediately start eating, engulfing the food in no time.

you looked at ignis, feeling better from the food he cooked. "thank you, iggy. the rough days always feel a little better with you.." you whisper.

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