Onward (Ian X Reader)

Birthday? Alright!

Ian came down the stairs, dropping his bag on the last step.

He looked up to see his Mom doing her daily early morning exercise.

“All right. We're gonna get Warrior Z90 fit. Let me hear you say, I'm a mighty warrior."

“I'm a mighty warrior.” Laurel, Ian’s mom, said repeating what the trainer said on the television.

“Morning, Mom.” Ian greeted.

A greenish small dragon came running in from the kitchen.

Then it jumped on Ian, tackling him to the ground, and started licking his face.

Laurel turned off the TV and picked up a small spray bottle, walking towards the two.

“Oh! Blazey, down!” She said, spraying the dragon with water.

“Bad dragon! Back to your lair.”

Blazey rushed off as Ian got off the floor.

“Happy birthday, Mr. Adult Man.”

Laurel said, grabbing Ian’s cheek and kissing it repeatedly.

“No, Mom. Gross.” Ian groaned, wiping his face.

“Hey, buddy. Don't wipe off my kisses.” Laurel said laughing, then she gasped.

“What?” Ian asked.

“You're wearing your dad's sweatshirt.” Laurel said.

“Oh. You know. Finally fits.”

“Aw, my little chubby cheeks is all grown up!” Laurel said, reaching out to grab his cheeks, but Ian turned around, avoiding her.

“Okay, okay. Mom, I gotta eat something before school.”

Laurel and Ian were about to turn to the kitchen, when the doorbell rang.

Ian walked to the door and opened it, he was met with the sound of a party horn, and confetti on his face.

“Happy birthday.”

Ian grunted and then laughed, as his best friend and long time crush gave him a hug.

“Thanks [Y/n]”

The (s/c) (h/c) elf pulled back, smiling widely at him.

“So what does it feel like to be 16?”

“Oh……ah it’s not more of a change really.” Then he saw the gift box in her hands. “Is that for me?”

“No actually it’s for Blazey. Of course it’s for you silly.”

[Y/n] handed him the gift, and then reached up and kissed his cheek.

“Happy birthday.”

Ian blushed beet red.
“Oh……um……t……thank you.”

Laurel laughed from where she stood watching them from the kitchen doorway.

“Oh wow, when she does it, you blush. But when I do it, you wipe them away? I feel so betrayed.” She said feigning hurt.

[Y/n] laughed.

“Morning Miss Laurel.”

“Morning dear, how’s your Aunt?”

“She’s good. Hey!” [Y/n] exclaimed when she saw Ian trying to open the present.

She grabbed it from him, hitting his hand.

“This is supposed to be opened until tonight.” She scolded.

“Ow. That hurt.” Ian said, cradling his hand, making [Y/n] roll her eyes.

“Oh come on. You’re a man now. You’re supposed to endure immense pain, and that didn’t even hurt.”

“It did hurt. I think it might bruise.”

“Oh grow up, Ian. Literally, grow up.”
Ian laughed and followed [Y/n] as she walked into the kitchen.

“Do you guys have anything in that fridge? I’m starving.” [Y/n] said, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“I was even just about to get breakfast.” Ian said.

“Ah , we don't have much food. I still have to go to the grocery store.” Laurel said as Ian opened the refrigerator, he reached in about to grab a treat form the tray inside the fridge, when his Mom hit his hand.

“Ah, hands off, mister. Those are for your party tonight.”

“It's not a party, Mom. It's just us.” Ian said, grabbing the can of milk from the fridge.

“Oh and what am I? Chopped liver?” [Y/n] asked form where she sat, looking up from her phone.

“You know what I mean. You want cereal?”

“Sure. Cereal’s good.”

Ian grabbed two small bowls, and started pouring the cereal.

“Well you could invite those kids from your science class. You said they seem pretty rocking'.” Laurel said, making [Y/n] let out a small laugh.

“I'm, uh, pretty sure I didn't say it like that.” Ian said

“No I’m pretty sure you did. Besides Miss Laurel’s right, you should invite them. Especially Liz. I heard she has a crush on you.” [Y/n] said, the last word she said in a singsong voice, making Ian slightly blush embarrassed.

“No! No! No she doesn’t. And besides, I don't even know them.” Ian said, defensively.

“Well, your birthday's a day to try new things. Be the new you.”

Laurel said, and then turned on the blender.

“Speaking of trying new things, did you sign up for driving practice?” Laurel yelled over the noise of the blender.

“No!” Ian squealed, but then cleared his throat as the blender stopped. “No.”

“I know you're a little scared to drive, sweetie pie, but...”

“I'm not scared, Mom.” He placed a bowl of cereal in front of [Y/n].

“Here.”

“Oh thanks.” [Y/n] said pulling the bowl closer to herself.

Ian walked over to the dinning table.

“I'm gonna move Barley's game.” He said, seeing the board game scattered all over the table.

“You know how he gets when someone touches that board.” [Y/n] said, still playing with her phone, not yet touching her breakfast.

“Well, he's gotta learn how to clean up his toys.” Ian said, as he bumped into a small mace, then he picked it up.

“Halt!” A slightly older elf said, grabbing Ian by his neck.

“Speak of the devil.” [Y/n] said, eating her cereal.

“Doth my brother dare disrupt an active campaign?” Barley, Ian’s older brother, said, still holding on to him.

Ian struggled against his brother, which caused him to spill his breakfast.

“Oh, come on!” Ian groaned.

“You know, Ian, in the days of old,
a boy of 16 would have his strength tested in the Swamps of Despair, while aiming to win the hand of a beautiful maiden.” Barley said, turning Ian’s head to look over at [Y/n], who was eating her cereal peacefully, oblivious to the boys' conversation.

Ian blushed.

“I'm not testing anything. Just let me go.”

“Let him go.” Laurel said from the kitchen, making Barley drop him.

“Okay. But I know you're stronger than that. There's a mighty warrior inside of you. You just have to let him out.”