BLACK CLOVER SCENARIOS/ ONE SHOTS

SPECIAL TREATMENT~ FUEGOLEON [FL]

Imagine: Special Treatment ~ Fuegoleonx pregnant!reader [FL]
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"I don't approve of this." Fuegoleon says as the (h/c) haired mage slipped her shoes on. 
"And why not?" 
"Because I don't feel comfortable that my six month pregnant wife is going to a bar with my older sister." 

(y/n) sighs, rolling her eyes. 
"Look, I'm not going to drink. I'm going there for the food and entertainment." 

Fuegoleon looks down at her swollen belly, "I don't want you to go." 

(y/n) places her hand on her hips, "If you're so worried about it, then come with." 

Fuegoleon groans, pinching the bridge of his nose knowing full well that he couldn't convince his wife not to go out. 
"Fine." 

"Yay! I'm going to wait out front for you and let Mereoleona know that you're coming with." She happily says, waddling out of the room. 

Fuegoleon was growing tired and restless from his wife's actions. He was excited and overjoyed to have a child with (y/n), but ever since she got pregnant she hasn't exactly taken it easy. She already had a hard time when she couldn't go to missions anymore. One thing she hates, is being treated like she was pregnant, or getting special treatment. 

Fuegoleon spots his wife with his sister and they were both talking happily. He also couldn't believe that his older sister was okay with (y/n)'s behavior as well. 

"Fuegoleon! I'm glad you can come!" Mereoleona says with a loud chuckle and a loud slap to his back. 

Fuegoleon groans from the harsh impact and gives her a slight glare, "yeah. Let's just go." 

The three of them walked to the bar that the two girls were planning to go two. 
Fuegoleon eyes widen when he see the bar. It was one of rowdiest bar, but they had the best drinks and meat. 

"Why this one?" He asks eyeing (y/n) with worry. 

"I'm really craving meat... and they have the best meat here." She says with a smile at the end like her explanation made total sense. 

"We could of had meat sent to our home." 

(y/n) frowns at his words. 
"But I also wanted to go out and have fun, you know.." 

"But-"
"Come on Fuegoleon," Mereoleona interrupts, "she'll be perfectly fine. You need to stop suffocating her." 

An irk mark appears on his forehead, "fine." 

"Yes." (y/n) happily says before walking into the bar, Mereoleona following her. Fuegoleon sighs, before stepping into the bar. He was immediately met with the smell of meat and booze. 

He sits down beside (y/n), making sure that no other person was to get near her by sending them a harsh glare. 
Mereoleona was already drinking, while (y/n) was finishing up her second plate. 

"I'm going to go to the restroom." (y/n) suddenly says standing up. 
"Okay, be careful." Fuegoleon says. 

(y/n) sighs but gives him a nod anyway, "I will." 

"She'll come to her senses soon." Mereoleona says downing another drink. 
"I hope so." Fuegoleon sighs shaking his head. 

Suddenly a chair flew across the room and chaos soon broke out. 

Both of the Vermilion's stood up. One getting ready for a fight and the other looking for (y/n). 

He couldn't find her in the crowd of men fighting and he grew immensely worried for her safety. 
He was so distracted with looking for (y/n) that he didn't notice that a man was running towards him. Ready to land a blow.