Sweet Dreams, My Little Poppet (F!Reader) When you woke up screaming, your father, Ardyn Izunia barged into your bedroom, exclaiming your name. He flipped the light switch up, and once the lights turned on, you could see that he had a visage of concern. His red-violet eyebrows furrowed while his usually smiling lips had curled into a frown. Your father noticed tears streaming down your pudgy, reddened cheeks. He had a sharp intake of breath. And finally, when he saw the terror in your eyes, he quickly made his way to your bed and took a seat right beside you.
“P-Papa… I… I-I… you—” you managed to choke those words out while in between sobs. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around your tiny frame and pulled you towards him to cradle you against his chest.
Hiccups escaped you while you continued to cry. Upon feeling your body quake as you were in his arms, Ardyn’s embrace tightened a bit. Seeing you like this… suffer