#but tonic needs to get all the chocolate

[ruskyart]

movie only characters are a blessing because tehy are just gone after a movie (or they are shiratori) which i love. And i mean he was in one of the greatest movies of the franchise, so well deserved.

Honestly, that dude is just special. He gets some more plot because he deserves it.

[thatacotargirl]

Shadows and Surprises (1)

This is Part 1 of an Azriel x Reader fanfic - I hope you enjoy! PS. future chapters will be longer, this is just a short introduction to the story.

This is set after A Court of Thorns and Roses but is several months after Under the Mountain. Some creative liberties are taken with timing to help the plot fit together!

Summary: Azriel meets y/n at Rita's and spends a single night of passion with you before heading your separate ways. Only, the Mother had different ideas.

Azriel POV

4 months earlier

Azriel woke with a start, and a searing headache. A night well spent at Rita's meant he had found himself scorchingly drunk and waking in the bed of an unknown female's home. He swore to himself as he rose from the bed, holding his head with his palm and pausing to breathe away the nausea. When he finally cracked his eyes open, he found the bed empty and, after laying a hand on the left side, discovered it was cold. Whoever had brought Azriel to their bed had decided to not stay for the morning. He decided not to overstay his welcome and clambered out of the bed, slowly, gathering up his clothes and pausing every so often to take big gulps of air in an attempt to not hurl on himself. After locating everything except his left shoe, he walked through the house to find the front door and make his big exit - but not before his eyes came across a glass of water, a hangover tonic, and a post-it note on the kitchen island. He picked up the post-it, which read "had to dash - thanks for a great night!", swallowed the tonic, and headed out the door before taking to the skies for a slow flight home.

Present day

"Why do I have to go?" gruffed Cassian, pushing a spoon around in his porridge, "I can barely bring myself up to the roof for training after the session I had yesterday".

"Yes, well, whose fault is that for sparring against Azriel when you knew you were still recovering from getting pelted at with arrows last week?" Mor retorted.

Cassian glared across the table, and flicked his spoon in Mor's direction, a dollop of porridge flying across the table and landing neatly on Mor's light blue top. She squealed in frustration, scooping off the porridge and hurling it back at Cassian, before stepping from the table and heading back to her room to change. Cassian laughed and continued eating his breakfast, the dollop of porridge which landed back on his side of the table included.

"I'll go", offered Azriel, making to stand from the table. "I don't mind heading into Velaris today anyway, I could do with one of those blueberry buns they sell in the little bakery on the Rainbow". Azriel thanked the House with a silent nod as his breakfast dishes vanished, and walked to the door of the dining room.

"Don't forget a chocolate marble sponge slice for me!" Cassian called from the table as he watched Azriel leave.

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Azriel stopped by the bakery, picking up a blueberry bun, a chocolate marble sponge slice, and a small box of cupcakes to share with the rest of the Inner Circle tonight. He then made his way along to the Apothecary where he needed to pick up Rhysand's order of extra medical supplies, in the event that they ever needed them at the House. Given how prone Azriel and Cassian were to getting injured, or injuring themselves, they had gone through almost all the bandages and creams they had in just a few short weeks. Azriel shook his head, smiling to himself as he replayed memories in his mind of sparring with Cassian and taking him to the ground.

Azriel walked into the Apothecary, the bell dinging above the door, and stood to the right to let a young fae male exit - his hands gripping so tightly on his tonic Azriel thought he was likely to break the glass bottle before he got it home. He could hear Madja speaking behind the beaded curtain to someone, so waited near the door, gazing at all the bottles and vials that filled the shelves of the Apothecary from floor to ceiling. How Madja remembered what each tonic did, he would never know.

His gaze turned as he saw a female back out of the beaded curtains, still in deep conversation with Madja. Madja glanced at Azriel over the female's shoulder, a brief smile on her face, before returning the female in front of her.

"Take this tonic up to three times a day as you need it, you'll find it really helps. If you feel you need to take it more often, please pop back in and we will try to adjust the formula for you" Madja advised the female, handing over a bottle of red liquid.

"Thank you, Madja, I really appreciate it".

Azriel froze, recognising the female's voice instantly. It was the female he had met at Rita's 4 months ago whilst out with the Inner Circle, the one he had bedded and not seen again. Part of him wanted to flee, not sure how he could handle facing you again after that night and the 4 months of silence, especially in Madja's presence, but the other part of him wanted to stay rooted to the spot and see your face again, your smile, make you laugh one more time. His shadows coiled around his shoulders, making excited zigzags around his head, and he decided in that moment that he wanted nothing more than to stay, even if just to smile at you, and let you know how much that night had meant to him if only for the few hours.

The female turned to leave, eyes widening in shock when she saw Azriel standing in the Apothecary. Azriel felt your tension, your panic, and took a step forward to try and help, offer something, anything to calm you in that moment. But he stopped. His eyes roamed, following your shaking hands, and landed on your abdomen. Eyes wide, his bag of baked goods fell to the floor as he stared at you; because at your abdomen he saw a small, but unmistakable, baby bump.

[throneofsapphics]

Hi I saw you were open for drabbles and I hate this idea of like reader gets sick or need to take medicine for whatever reason but wont take it because it tastes bad. So I was thinking either maybe Azriel, Fenrys or if you don't like the two you can do a poly couple having to like force feed the reader because she wont listen to them?

Its okay if you don't like the idea though.

easy decisions

Azriel x Reader

Summary: you’re sick and refusing medication, Azriel takes matters into his own hands. 

Warnings: illness, forced medicating 

A/N: thank you for the request! I’ve think i’ve written this idea before, idk why but I love it 

“Mother save me,” Azriel muttered, crossing his arms. A small mountain of pillows and blankets surrounded you, a fire still roaring in the corner of your room. You’d been ill for days. At first, Madja said you’d likely get better with good rest and food - but it had progressed to the point where intervention was necessary. 

Yesterday, you’d taken it willingly - today was proving a bit more difficult. Unlucky for him, you were the most stubborn person he’d ever met. Lucky for you, even if you didn’t think that, he refused to compromise when it came to your health. 

“I suffered through it once,” you hissed, “that was plenty.” 

“And Madja said to take it once a day.” 

Mouth clamped shut, you shook your head and slid down in the bed. Adjusting the comforters around you, you turned your back to him. 

In. one, two, three. Out. one, two, three. 

“It’ll be over quickly,” he sat next to you, running his hand over your shoulder, the other folded around the glass vial. 

“The taste will stay in my mouth for days.” 

“You’re being a bit dramatic,” he murmured, and you snapped your head towards him, eyes narrowed. 

“You take it then.” 

“I’m not sick,” he fixed you with a look, “and I have.” 

The same stubborn expression. He loved you, he really did, but right now you were making it difficult. 

“You're not going to convince me.”  

“I already have hot chocolate for you,” Azriel tried a bribe this time. 

A shake of your head. He’d give it one last try. 

“Don’t make me force you,” he said - a half plea, half warning. 

Eyes rolled, “you won’t.” 

Another breath, in and out. “One more chance.” 

You studied him for a moment, and a bead of hope flared in his chest - extinguished when you turned your head back, tucking the blankets up with you. 

Azriel didn’t like doing this, but you were forcing his hand. Either you take the damn tonic, or he has to watch you grow more ill. It’s an easy choice for him. Moving quickly, he placed the bottle on the nightstand, gently gripping under your arms, tugging you up to sit. You yelped, thrashing in his grip, but he was already straddling your hips.

A shadow floated the bottle over, he snatched it and flicked the cork off, sending it flying somewhere across the room.

“Take. It,” his jaw clenched, normally endless patience at its limits. 

Hands tried to shove at his chest, but shadows wrapped around your wrists, pinning them at your sides. Your jaw remained clamped shut, and he wondered if you were doing this just to spite him, or if it really was because you hated it. Either way, he wouldn’t feel too bad over it. 

His hand wrapped around your jaw, scarred fingers rough against your smooth skin, and he squeezed - just enough for your lips to part, and to tip the contents of the vial down your throat, before he squeezed your jaw shut. Your entire face scrunched, but your throat never moved. 

“Swallow,” his voice was firm. 

A shake of your head - as much as you could move it. Now he knew you were being stubborn on principle. He tossed the vial aside, letting it clatter over the carpet, and pinched your nose between his thumb and forefinger

A promise of vengeance gleamed in your eyes. He’d like to see you try. A few seconds passed, your face growing red, but the desire for air took over, and your throat bobbed. After taking a few seconds to make sure you actually swallowed all of it, he carefully removed his hands. 

You sputtered, sucking air in and out of your lungs. Shadows still held your arms down as he ran his fingers through your hair, one thumb brushing away the drops on your lip, before pushing back into your mouth. You glared, but your tongue swirled, cleaning the last few bits. 

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He couldn’t help the small barb - especially as he saw the spark in your eyes, the fire he loved so much. 

A healthy dose of self-preservation had him sliding off the bed before completely freeing you, ignoring the litany of curses you spit at him to retreat to the tray placed on the dresser. It was risky, giving you his back, but the illness had you weak enough you couldn’t do much to him. 

Approaching you like someone might a feral kitten, he extended his peace offering. The mug of warm molten chocolate, exactly as you like it. You huffed and rolled your eyes, but took it from him, trying to fight the small smile. 

Azriel sat a few feet down - out of your reach, and moved the blankets enough to reach under, running his thumb in circles on the inside of your knee. “I hate seeing you sick.” 

Clenching the mug with both hands, your eyes softened, “I know.” 

“Will I have to do this again tomorrow?” 

A small hum, neither a yes or no. For fucks sake. 

[danikamariewrites]

Could you please write Manorian x Reader where the reader has period cramps and the two of them stay and take care of her?

Lay With Me?

Manorian x reader

A/n: I have been dying to write Manorian so writing them being soft and comforting as my first fic for them has me kicking my feet giggling. Also i just got my period the other day so im projecting bc i need them 🥲🫠

Warnings: period pains, comfort

Waking up was a chore this morning. You did your best to hide your cramps from Manon and Dorian. Of course they acted like they believed you, but they saw right through your little act. You never liked making a big deal about feeling unwell.

Attempting to eat breakfast almost made you vomit. Instead of getting dressed you made your way to the private dining room in comfy sleep clothes, wrapped up in Dorian’s black fluffy robe. Taking a whiff of the eggs and bacon waiting for you on the table had your stomach churning. Pouring a cup of steaming coffee you make your way back to bed.

A wave of cramps hits you as you lay down, forcing you to curl up into a ball. Hoping the pain would exhaust you enough that would just fall asleep.

As you tossed and turned for all of twenty minutes before you gave up on sleep. Dragging yourself into the bathroom you searched the cabinets for a tonic to help the pain. Letting out a frustrated groan after finding nothing you slam the cabinet. Another wave of cramps hits you, bringing a new numbness to your legs.

You quickly wobble to Dorian’s office, knowing you won’t make it all the way down to the healers on your own. Quietly pushing the door open you shyly poke your head in. Before saying anything you watched Dorian work for a bit. Watching his arms flex as he wrote was doing something to you. Gods your hormones are all over the place.

Making your way into his office you plop down in the arm chair across from him at his desk. Curling up into a ball you give him your best doe eyed look along with a sweet pout. Dorian put down his pen, giving you a matching pout. “What’s wrong, darling?” “Will you go to the healers and get me more pain tonic? We’re out and my cramps are really bad.”

Dorian wasted no time in scooping you into his arms, snuggling you close to his chest. “Why didn’t you say something earlier, darling?” He carries you back to the bedroom, placing you down gently. Kissing your forehead he whispers that he’ll be right back.

A few minutes later Dorian comes back with a pouch full of tonics and Manon following holding what you scented is a bag of sweets. Sitting up you licked your lips as the chocolate reached your nose. Manon smirked at you as she dropped the bag on your lap. Dorian hands you one of the tonics kissing your head again.

Settling into bed you dig into your snacks expecting to be left alone. You let out a cute little yelp as Manon sits next to you, pulling you to,lay against her chest. You notice she’s wearing Dorian’s comfy clothes. As you curious look at Dorian you find he pulling on a pair of threadbare pants.

Climbing into bed he lays between your legs on his stomach as he massages your numb thighs. “We want to stay with you. You need us right now, not work. And besides we’re covered.” You snuggle further into Manon’s chest as Dorian’s magical fingers relax you. Your eyes flutter as the pain melts away.

“And, I had the kitchen prepare your favorite dinner which will be up in a few hours. For now just relax darling, we got you.” You run your fingers through his soft raven locks. “You guys are the best,” you hum out before drifting off.

[wordsinhaled]

oops i saw that video of ferdie watching ads and my brain was all “wake up new dreamling meetcute just dropped” and really ran away with me and became a ridiculous sappy improbable thing

AU where dream is the model in an ad and hob is traveling for an academic conference. he’s watching tv in his hotel room late at night and sees this ad with dream in it. it’s some silly and forgettable TV commercial but the man in it may possibly be the most gorgeous person hob’s ever seen in his life? anyway hob can’t sleep, partially because he’s nervous for his panel the next day, partially because he’s stuck on Gorgeous Guy From the Ad and feels incredibly silly for it. it was a two minute appearance. matthew really is right that hob needs to get out more if he’s crushing on people in random TV commercials now

so he goes down to the lobby bar to get his mind off of things. it’s late and the bar is deserted - the bartender is about to knock off for the night in maybe half an hour. hob orders a club soda and is reviewing his papers when someone slides onto the bar stool next to his. hob is about to be slightly irritated that someone is In His Bubble at this late hour, when he looks up and sees it’s The Guy. the guy!!!

it’s the fucking guy from the ad he just watched, and somehow he looks even more beautiful in person, and hob is like, oh, okay, the stress of academia has finally gotten to me and i’ve lost it because there is just no fucking way

it’s such a ludicrous coincidence that hob sets down his pen and just starts laughing. the way you laugh at things that aren’t actually amusing, because it’s the middle of the night, and everything’s just a little fuzzy around the edges?

“is something funny?” says mr. walking wet dream from the TV, in a voice like slow-melted chocolate, and also with the kind of curiosity in it that makes hob realize he’s being totally socially inappropriate

“no—no, i’m so sorry. it’s just—god, am i dreaming? because you’re here, but i swear i just saw you—upstairs. well. not like—i mean. in an ad on the TV?” (completely not helping himself in the smoothness department)

the breathtaking stranger’s lips quirk up in a sardonic smile. “ah, yes. that.”

“that?”

“unfortunately, you are not dreaming. i did indeed feature in an advertisement several years ago. as my sibling dearly loves to remind me on every possible occasion, lest i let myself forget for even a moment.”

and hob expects the man to leave in a huff, or something. he goes back to his papers, dream orders himself a gin & tonic, but they’re watching one another in each other’s periphery until finally dream says, “i must admit why i sat beside you this evening. i noticed you were reading marlowe…”

to hob’s great surprise this stranger soon doesn’t feel like someone he’s just met. hob talks about his teaching post and the conference and the paper he’s presenting and the panel he’s on tomorrow, and how (“shhh, you mustn’t tell anyone”) his co-panelist tomorrow is an absolute pill so he’s dreading it. he finds himself sharing more easily than he expected in a way that you only can in the kind of liminal space that is an empty swanky hotel bar at midnight. they’re angled toward one another on their barstools so that maybe their shoes knock together or their ankles brush occasionally in a way they both pretend is accidental, and hob does his level best to be calm and collected about it

he learns his stranger’s story over several gin & tonics. dream’s ‘real’ name is morpheus. he wants to be a published author, studied creative writing. his father is the head of a major media/entertainment/publishing conglomerate and dream used to work for the company. when dream said he wanted to pursue something totally different (essentially… be a starving artist) his father saw it as a betrayal, and trapped him into continuing to work for the family for years on the promise of getting him the connections to publish his first novel or help him get funding to stage his first play… provided he could “actually” finish the manuscript

in the meantime his father had dream doing bit parts in forgettable commercials and made for tv theatre productions, partially as humiliation for daring to want to leave. (i really want him to be in a hair commercial where he broods about in silky black robes…) eventually dream lawyered up and severed ties. his father retaliated by setting up a kidnapping attempt on his own son that someone else conveniently took the fall for, and so on…

anyway - to make a long and tragic story short, now morpheus goes by dream, moved cities, has started his life over mostly estranged from the family, and he’s actually working on his novel - but he’s in town for a friend’s funeral and is staying at the hotel too

at the end of this story hob goes, “bloody hell. i’m sorry, my friend,” and it’s a bit over-familiar, isn’t it, for someone you’ve just met at a bar, even if you’ve just shared half your secrets. so hob is all, oh god oh god ohgodohgod, i’ve scared him off now—

then dream is all, “your friend. is that all you’d like me to be, robert gadling?” and he’s Looking at hob like he’s caught hob out in a lie. and hob’s breath is just… gone… gone away somewhere… and he has to admit that he may still barely know this man but there’s nothing he wants more than to know him in every way possible

and maybe they both go up to hob’s hotel room, and when hob kisses dream for the first time, cradling dream’s face in his hands, it’s more tender and intimate than it has any right to be and hob is just. flabbergasted because fuck. he just met this man and it feels like he could be content just to kiss him for hours and hours and hours. ok? like this is some accidental soulmates energy. their first time is slow and thorough after falling asleep curled together on top of hob’s covers and waking up in the blue hours before dawn

ok basically just my favorite thing is dreamling finding one another in very unlikely circumstances and having a Connection asdjfjf

[i984]

In Sickness and In Health

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader

|Warnings|: Soft! Wednesday Addams as usual, you guys voted on this even when I warned you it's rushed, stubborn! Wednesday Addams, Wednesday roasts even in sickness.

|Summary|: Wednesday has a cold. You are ready to be by her side.

|A/n|: Get well soon, Alex. A lil' drabble for ya!

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Wednesday is sick.

And when she's sick, she gets very clingy. And 100% more stubborn.

You had gotten worried when Wednesday didn't come to classes all day. Bribing Enid with a bar of chocolate during a lesson, you finally obtained her whereabouts and sprinted to her dorm room.

When you arrived and knocked, there wasn't an answer. Letting yourself in, you see Wednesday on her bed with her back against you. There were tissue papers scattered across the bedding, and if Enid hadn't told you your girlfriend was sick, you would've thought she was crying.

"Don't come near me."

You stopped in your tracks; the croak in Wednesday's voice was unusual. The sneeze that followed afterward was also unexpected. You sigh into the room before making your way to her bed. The girl grabs the cover over her head.

"You're sick, aren't you?"

"No, and I said, don't come near me."

You pull the cover off her. Wednesday doesn't turn to look at you, but you can already see the deep frown growing on her face, too prideful to show you her weakened state. Your girlfriend's stubbornness perplexes you sometimes.

"Okay, then let me check," you put your hand on her forehead, and her usual cold skin was now much warmer and sweatier. "You're definitely sick."

Wednesday finally turns to look at you as she huffs, eyebrows furrowed while a slight pout grace her lips. "It's just a little cold."

"Your cheeks are flushed, Wednesday, and I hear you sniffing. You did it just now." You grab the tissue box on the bedside table, handing it to the ravenette, "Here, help yourself."

The girl begrudgingly takes some before blowing her nose quickly. "Don't you have potion-making class right now?" Wednesday asks, "I don't suppose you came here because you need to fetch any ingredients from this room."

"Well, I ditched as soon as I heard the news. I'd rather be here with you."

Wednesday scoffed at your words, but it was interrupted by another sneeze. "I don't need your help," she said while her hands reached to grab the tissue box from your hand. You pulled it away.

"Just let me help you."

"No."

The ravenette strains her arms as you step back, her jaw clenching as she realizes you're out of reach. Forcing herself out of bed, Wednesday ignores how her legs turn into noodles before throwing herself at you.

You hurriedly kept your balance and caught her just in time.

"If you don't stop this stubborn behavior of yours and let me help," you half-dragged your girlfriend back to bed, your other hand still holding the tissue box away from her, "I'll never come here ever again."

Wednesday glares at you.

"Ever." You emphasize.

She held a staring contest with you before finally blinking and turning away. "Fine."

"I'm gonna make you some porridge," you hand the box to her, "and we can cuddle afterwards."

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"—and your eyes were pulling me in with how they reflected the fire. So I had no choice but to kiss you, and it felt right. I couldn't help it."

The stubbornness has finally melted away.

"I have to admit I was expecting a vision of you doing something psychopathic, but I'm relieved there was none."

The unintentional bite in her words has not, though.

"That's sweet, love," you smile softly at the girl laying her head on your shoulder, "which is why you should drink the tonic. How else will your cold go away?"

Wednesday furrows her brow momentarily before a mischievous look takes over her face. "A kiss, perhaps?"

"Not until you drink the tonic," you chuckle, hands coming to adjust the blanket as she sits up straighter, "Deal?"

Wednesday nods slowly, nose sniffing for the umpteenth time that night. You take the glass of the herbal liquid and carefully bring it over to her lips. The ravenette takes one sip before pulling back, face grimacing.

"The cold must've impaired my brain because the bitter taste is no longer to my liking."

You raise your eyebrow at her challengingly, and Wednesday rolls her eyes, about to lean in for another sip. "You better keep your promise because this is torture. And not the good kind."

"Drink up, Wens, and we shall see."

Wednesday immediately takes big gulps, her eyebrows furrowing deeper and deeper with each one. She pushes the glass and your hand away when she finally finishes it, head falling back to rest on the headboard.

"That was utterly gross," she grabs a tissue and wipes her mouth, "the taste is even worse than the porridge you made me eat earlier."

"You agreed to let me take care of you, remember?"

"Yes, but I didn't agree to subject myself to gustatory torture," Wednesday counters as she turns to look at you, "which is why I believe compensation is overdue."

"Fine," you disapprovingly tsk while turning off the bedside lamp before slipping down the cover, and Wednesday follows suit, wrapping the fabric around herself.

You always relent to her no matter what she does or says. Especially when she offers you such a view; her messy hair, dark brown eyes, chapped burgundy lips, and her porcelain face dusted with freckle galaxies are going to be the death of you.

"Good night, Wens," you lift her bangs, pressing a delicate kiss on her forehead. The smell of your strawberry soap still lingers when you pull back. "And you better get well soon, or I will force feed you the awful porridge you loved so much."

"Shut up."

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A/n2: I warned you guys this is rushed as hell but thank you for trusting me so much 🥲 also I will need to rewrite this in the future 🤸‍♀️ P.s. Uterus, I hate you. Go disappear.

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[bella-rose29]

Darling

Nikolai Lantsov x f!reader

Woke up in a lot of pain because my body systems hate me, so I wrote this (I'm doing better now)

Word count: 1.4k (wtf i didn't mean to write this much lol)

Warnings: periods, anything period related, swearing, this is also based purely on my own experiences (although not the bit where he's hugging her 🥲), not proof read/edited

Tag list: @bubybubsters, @el-de-phi, @hauntedenthusiasttragedy, @iambored24601, @itsyoboo-jassy, @karensirkobabes, @kentucky-criedfricken, @little8sun, @mvidaaaa, @naushtheaspiringauthor, @notoakay, @simbaaas-stuff, @pietromaximoffsbabe (i'm so sorry lovely i completely forgot to add you earlier)

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck, fuck!"

"You alright, darling?"

"Yep, all good, Nik!"

Y/n was not at all good. She'd woken up next to an empty space that morning, smiling and shaking her head when she realised where her husband was, sat at his desk and already working, and then had felt an excruciating burst of pain in her abdomen. She heard Nikolai stand up, his chair thumping against the carpeted floor as he came over to the bed.

"Yeah, you're very clearly not alright, darling," he said as he took in her pained expression. "What's going on? Do you need me to get the healer?"

"Monthly cycle, and yes please," she gasped out.

"Okay. Are you able to move?" Y/n shook her head, blinking back the tears that were forming in her eyes. "Alright darling. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay? Just gonna get the healer." He planted a kiss on her forehead, then practically sprinted out of the room. Y/n would have laughed if she thought it wouldn't hurt.

Nikolai really was only gone a few minutes, returning on his own but laden with heat packs. Y/n felt tears form for a different reason as he knelt down next to the bed to activate the heat packs, placing them on her lower stomach, adjusting them so that they all fit. The healer appeared with an assistant then, bag in hand as she sent Y/n an apologetic look.

"How are you doing, Your Majesty?"

"Not great," she whispered, eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to force the pain away. It was times like these that Y/n wished she were Grisha; if she were a Healer or a Tidemaker then maybe she could heal the pain away or force her body to comply through the water in her brain. The healer and Nikolai were talking, although Y/n couldn't make out what was being said, but then a minute or so later her husband was out the room and the healer was placing her hands over Y/n's abdomen, attempting to ease the Queen's pain. The assistant had brought a change of underclothes, helping Y/n to swap them.

"The King has just gone to arrange some things so that your day is easier for you, Your Majesty, he'll be back in a bit. I'll stay here for as long as you need, and in a moment I'll ask you to take the tonic on your bedside table, alright?" Her voice was calm and soothing, and Y/n felt ready to drift off.

"What's the tonic for?"

"It should alleviate some of the pain. We've only recently developed it, but it's had an incredibly high success rate."

"Oh, okay." She was feeling better now, the work the healer was doing helping hugely, and the heat packs distracted from what pain was left over.

"Are you able to sit, Your Majesty?"

"I think so, hang on." Wincing at the stab of pain when she moved, Y/n gritted her teeth, and with the help of the healer was able to sit up in bed. Nikolai returned then, now carrying a box of some description, and his face lit up at the sight of his wife looking better.

"I've got chocolate," he said, lifting the box. "And I managed to convince the head cook to surrender a couple of those breakfast pastries you love so much. Don't feel you need to eat anything now, darling, just let me know and I'll get it for you." She laughed lightly, flinching when it made the pain increase, and took the hand he offered when he sat down next to her. He managed to manoeuvre them so that he was sat behind her, a leg on either side. He pressed kisses to her hair every now and then, arms stroking up and down her arms, sometimes drifting down to gently stroke her stomach.

"Do you think you're able to take the tonic now, Your Majesty?"

"Yeah, I think so."

It tasted bitter going down, and nothing seemed to happen, but the healer reassured her that it would kick in within about 20 minutes.

"I just need to go and sort a few things out, Your Majesty, but I'll come back every so often to check up on how you're doing and bring you more tonics, alright?"

"Thank you," Nikolai said, grateful smile appearing on his face. The healer and her assistant bowed, exiting the room. The couple sat in silence for a while, Y/n basking in the warmth of the packs and her husband's body behind her, and the soft touches of his hands on her arms. Her heart ached with how gentle and loving he was being, and the tears came back. Hearing her quiet sniffles, Nikolai panicked, thinking it had gotten worse.

"What's wrong, darling? Does it still hurt?"

"No," she replied, shaking her head. "Well, yes, but not as much. It's not that though. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by you, Nik."

Although she couldn't see it, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Me? Why?"

"I've never been looked after like this before. It's nice. And I guess because we were arranged I thought you wouldn't care that much, but you do, and my body is all out of whack right now which isn't helping but it's making me want to cry because I love you."

Nikolai was silent for a while, never stopping stroking her arms, but Y/n started to worry. She was just about to speak up when he finally spoke.

"I love you too, Y/n."

Then she really did start crying, tears slipping down her face and wetting the bedsheets. Nikolai turned her face towards his, softly wiping away what he could and leaning in to press his lips to hers. It was brief, but more full of love than any other they'd shared, and Y/n couldn't believe how lucky she'd been in getting him as her husband.

"Wait," she said, pulling away with a frown. "What about your meetings?"

"Cancelled them," Nikolai shrugged. "You're more important to me, darling."

"Won't Zoya be mad? That you're leaving things to her?"

"She was actually weirdly understanding for Zoya. I'm fully convinced I'm going to be sent some very strongly worded letters involving death threats, though. Or made to plant face first into the lake by a strong wind."

Y/n giggled, picturing the scenario, and made a mental note to ask Zoya to do just that. Preferably when Nikolai was in just his slacks, suspenders and undershirt, and not for any particular reason.

"You'll be fine, Kolya."

~~~

Later that day, Y/n was feeling much better, having taken another dose of the tonic, and was sat outside by the lake with Zoya. Nikolai had rescued a frog (although the frog looked rather happy where it was) and was placing it on the bank. All of a sudden, the wind picked up, and Nikolai was pushed in the water, arms windmilling as he fell. It was a warm day, so he'd taken off his jacket, and while Y/n did feel a little bad for asking Zoya to push him in, all regrets were washed away when he emerged from the lake, completely soaked with water from head to toe.

He stalked over, trying not to smile at how loudly his wife was laughing, and pointed an accusatory finger at the Grisha General.

"I know that was you, Zoya. How could you, to your King, of all people!"

"I was just doing what my Queen commanded, Your Majesty," she mock bowed from where she sat, smirk on her face as she watched Nikolai wipe the water from his eyes. Y/n was still cackling next to her, and Zoya was glad to see her friend doing better than this morning.

"Darling Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like a hug?" Her eyes widened, almost comically so, as Nikolai leaned in, arms open wide. She shrieked with joy as he got closer, pushing him away (not really, he was far too strong).

"Nik!" she laughed, all thoughts of pain completely forgotten.

He did eventually get his hug, but only when he was clean and dry (Y/n had found bits of grass and water plants in his hair), and not threatening to cover Y/n in lake water.

"Thank you, Nik, for everything today."

"Of course, darling. I love you."

"Love you too," she hummed, drifting off in her husband's arms.

[stardewstardropthoughts]

What the bachelors do for you for Valentine’s Day

Bachelorettes coming soon!

Harvey:

This man is nervous, absolutely sweating bullets

Dude got you flowers, coffee, he made a little gift basket of healthy snacks, energy tonics and muscle remedy’s

He doesn’t expect anything in return but you get him a new jacket, tie and two new model plans to build and pant

He’s thrilled dudes gonna cry

Alex:

He doesn’t really know what to do, talks a big game but actually nervous you won’t like what he got you

He got you some chocolate, a teddy bear and some flowers

Treats you to a nice dinner at the saloon in the private room

You get him some new weights and protein bars, also his favorite brand of protein powder from zuzu city

He’s over the moon and can’t believe you went all the way to the city to find him something he’d like

Sebastian

Mans lost

Never had a partner before on Valentine’s Day, has to ask Sam for advice

He got you a new video game, some comics he knew you’d like and a model of your Solarion Chronicles character

Oop you got him the same video game accidentally, you both had a laughing fit handing each other the gifts at that

You also got him a frozen tear, and some mangas you knew he would like

Sam

He’s not clueless, he has an idea of what he wants to get you

First off, he wrote you a song and played it for you, he also brought over pizza and movies so y’all could have a date night in

He brought blankets, snacks, a teddy bear and a buncha fairy roses for you despite his allergies

You got him a new skateboard since his was old, a pack of guitar strings incase he needed new ones, and a tigers eye crystal

Shane

Also lost as hell but try’s his best!

He gets you a bracelet that he saw and made him think of you, some pizza for a dinner date night in and ofcourse pepper poppers, he also got you some fake flowers because he also gets you one of those roses in the globes so it lives forever

He doesn’t think he’s worthy of gifts or love but you love him and make sure he knows he’s worth it

You get him some flowers, a set of matching bracelets so you both can have one and feel close to each other, and perhaps the most nerve wrecking gift

A mermaid pendent, you give it to him after dinner and watch nervously before he almost has a whole breakdown sobbing that you wanna marry him, he accepts ofcourse!

Elliot

This man is a whole ass romantic

Candle lit dinner on the beach, he gives you a poem book he wrote for you, a pearl, bunch-a fairy roses, he would serenade you if he could sing

You get him a new fancy fountain pen engraved with the date y’all started dating, a very fancy hair clip to keep his hair out of his eyes when he’s writing and a new scarf

He was in tears at the pen to be honest, he just loves you a lot

[hostilemuppet]

CHARLIE

After a close call with her and Clay’s egg, Viva realises that… she almost made a terrible mistake. She’s been so far gone, so sure that she had to make sure Clay couldn’t leave her, that she didn’t even think that… maybe she just needs to make him not want to? God. She almost killed her own child, because… what? She wanted blackmail material? She’s pathetic. She’s an awful mother, an awful wife, she can’t believe herself.

Viva traces her thumb over the small crack on the egg, it’s not enough to hurt the baby but it’s there and it’s all because of her she did it to them, and she decides that this is it. She’s not going to let it get this bad again. She’s going to pull herself together, she’ll make it up to the kid, she’ll make it up to Clay.

She’ll make it up to herself.

Charlie is a mischievous little scamp, always looking to turn a quick buck. Even if that means roping his cousins (mostly Ha’Penny) into his various get rich quick schemes, which are totally unnecessary since his family’s already rich but you don’t understand! He wants to earn it! It’s like the thrill of the hunt, except the “hunt” is “tricking his similarly rich classmates into purchasing what he claims to be a hair strengthening tonic but is actually tap water mixed with lemon juice and sriracha sauce”. Regardless of the non-product he is advertising, he always manages to sell out, because he is one hell of a showman.

Despite being primarily driven by his need to amass wealth (he is 5 years old, so “wealth” for him is like, 50 trollars), that doesn’t mean he lacks a heart! He cares for his family, and part of the reason he loves money so much is because he always wants to see his parents’ faces brighten up when he brings them a gift, whether it’s something as small as a chocolate bar or something as… concerning, as a piece of very expensive jewellery, which a 5 year old shouldn’t have been able to purchase? Don’t ask. He also gets along really well with his cousins!

Ha’Penny Hatch is, of course, his partner in crime. They also occasionally double as his fall guy if a scheme goes south, but it’s okay because they would NEVER get in trouble; who the hell is going to go after the 4 year old, mute, heir to the throne? Only someone with a death wish, that’s who. Besides, Penny is more than happy to return the favour; Charlie’s crazy antics are often the highlight of their day!

With Angelina, they don’t actually talk that much, but they get on fine! Even if she does not see it as a compliment when he calls her Raggedy Ann, but it’s just a nickname! It’s supposed to be cute! Take a chill pill why dontcha, Ann?

Brad, however… the two have a bit of a rivalry, you could say. Brad always assumes Charlie’s up to no good, which is totally unfair, because Charlie’s only up to no good, like, 45% of the time! That’s the minority, Brad, he thought big kids like you were supposed to know all about percentages. 🙄

(cocreated with @8biteyesight)

[ghostlightfic]

hey loop, there obviously differences between you and siffrin, but are there any interesting differences between the members of your and his party? which mirabelle is more anxious? which bonnie do you find funnier? which isabeau do you like more? that sort of thing

[Loop frowns, tapping their foot idly.]

Loop: I'm not playing ranking games between my friends and my family.

[Their expression smooths slightly, a small melancholic smile on their face.]

Loop: But... Isa's smile was a little different. I always thought it looked goofy. In a fun way. Um... We were all more protective of Bonnie, I think. Not to say Stardust's party weren't, but we really didn't let them get involved in combat at all. Odile carried all our tonics, because she was the most responsible and she didn't want me making tonic jungle juice again. Not that I would. We needed those. Mira...

[They laugh a little.]

Loop: Her bow was smaller, for one. She was brave, and kind, and she liked chocolate with hazelnuts, and...

[They look a little ill for a moment. They breathe deeply. Their expression shutters, and they look away.]

Loop: ...I'm done talking about this, I think.

[redbleedingrose]

Eris taking care of you while you are on your period headcanons

Based off this post from @fieldofdaisiies

Can I just say Eris is absolutely using the fire that runs through his blood to warm his hands to act as basically a heating pad for you that he rests on your stomach and lower back.

And I just know he is massaging the flesh, rubbing at every aching point.

Eris is the kind of male who is so open about your cycle. He is never uncomfortable by it, and that is definitely something that is not standard in Autumn Court.

The males from Autumn avoid females who are on their cycle. They leave them for the time they are bleeding so the females can deal with it on their own.

But Eris is so caring, so attentive, so absorbed within you to leave you like that.

And he is doing everything in his power to make you feel even the slightest bit better

He is picking you up and carrying you to wherever you wanna go whether it is the library he built for you, or the lounge he built attached to his office so you can be near him while he works, or to the kitchen so he can hand feed you fresh fruits.

Eris is making sure that you don't need to lift a single fucking finger while you are on your period.

The times he does need to leave your side, he is settling you into bed, fluffing the pillows that rest behind you and lighting the hearth in your room with a fire that will stay lit until he returns.

His 13 hounds will crowd into the room and collectively circle the bed taking turns resting their head on your belly and surrounding you to keep you warm.

Eris is also the kind of male to get you whatever you are craving whenever you are craving it.

You wake him up in the middle of the night because you are craving spicy noodles??

The Autumn high lord is going to give you the softest kiss and wink before heading to the kitchen himself to make you the best spicy noodles that he will spoon feed you

Gourmet chocolates while he is in a meeting with the other high lords??

This male will straight up tell them, "My mate needs me, see ya" and will go to your favorite bakery that is 45 minutes away from your home just to get you your gourmet chocolates

He would basically drop anything for you, I cannot

And on top of that, he is bringing you blueberry pie, peacan pie, pumpkin pie, all the freaking pies

And he is bringing you fresh baked almond crossaints

Even though the bakery was out of those crossiants

He bribed the baker to make them for you

And then after he hand feeds you, he picks you up and settles you into the warm lavender scented bath and is washing your body and shampooing your hair because he knows you feel a little gross after a long day of sweating and bleeding

And he massages oils into every part of your body before settling you in his warmest sweaters and pajama pants because he knows that his scent soothes you like no other

Eris is gonna cuddle you close, encouraging you to rest your head against his chest as he rubs at your arm and back, kissing at your forehead and temple, reading you whatever book he is currently reading

The soft murmur of his voice, the rumbling in his chest, and the repeating lullaby of his heartbeat send you into a deep sleep

And when you wake, he has your favorite breakfast in bed prepared for you. On the tray is a little vial of tonic that will help with the pain that he helps you drink after you finish eating breakfast together.

He is constantly going out of his way to bring you warm spiced chai or coffee, and is ensuring that you are drinking enough water throughout the day.

A little bit of NSFW stuff below so 18+ only

And I mean..... when you tell him that you heard a rumor that orgasms can help with the pain....

well.....

He doesn't even hesitate.

He just pulls a dark towel out of thin air using his magic and lays it down on the bed, grinning wildly at you as he taps the bed, encouraging you forward

"I don't care about a mess sweets, I can clean that up later," and "Anything to help my beloved," and "Gonna take care of you love" and "I promise to take the pain away" and "This is about you my beloved, not me"

And he just makes love to you, soft and slow to make sure he isn't hurting you the slightest bit.

He is checking in on you, making sure his beloved is alright, making sure that you feel good, making sure you want to continue going

And he pulls orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after orgasm

Until your body is shaking with pleasure and you don't even remember the pain that you were in because the euphoria he is pushing you into is mind blowing

So... anyway....

Sorry this is short, but maybe I will do a Girl Dad!Eris version later.

Eris is what I want and need rn. If anyone finds Eris, please send him my way. Cuz I just know he would treat me right. Hope y'all enjoyed!

[ellus986]

Call me daddy!

Pedro Pascal x reader one shot

Note: you are Pedro’s make up artist while filming last of us.

Warning: drinking, kissing, forplay and unprotected sex

You arrive early on the set, so you can have your breakfast in peace before work, while facetiming your bestfriend.

“He is such a daddy!” Fan girls Letty.

“You tell me? I work with him, he is 100% a daddy!” You bite from your banana, but freeze in the movment as you see Pedro’s reflection in the mirror already closing the door behind himself, with a cocky smile on his face. He 100% heard you, and you still having a banana in your mouth. “Sorry, I need to go!” You end the call not even waiting for an answer. “Sorry, I thought I had a little time before you arrive…” you say with a fully red face, as his smirk is unwashable from his face.

“It is my fault, I came early!” You could swear he winked at you, but it is more possible you are going insane. “So tell me a little about yourself!”

“Me? Oh no, I’m not that interesting!” You blush even more as he looks you up and down before answering.

“I beg to differ!” That cocky smile again, it made your whole inside clanch.

“If you say so!” You finish your breakfast, and turn to make his makeup.

“Tell me if I cross a line…”

“No, no, no! I think I crossed a line when I called you daddy… even I did not wanted you to hear it…” you blush, but make eyecontact in the mirror.

“I’m gladly listen to it!” That cocky smile again, does he know how he effects you?

Few weeks later:

Pedro kept on with the flirting since you called him daddy, and you were a partner in it.

You are eating a chocolate bar as he is opening the door.

“Daddy is here!” He immidietly locks eyes with you, and puts on an even more cockier smile than he had on entering. “You are teasing me!”

“Am I?” You asking, while eating your bar the sexiest you ever had.

As he sits down you put your hand on his shoulder. He turns to kiss it, and it send a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t the first time. Even you haven’t done anything more than little touches, it was something, something special, atleast for you.

“Pedro! Don’t move around I can’t work like this!” You giggle.

“Please, call me daddy!” He looks at you, and you feel defeted.

“Okay daddy! I need to pay my rent so I shall work so I don’t get fired!” You giggle, smoothing some hair out of his face.

“Do you want me to pay your rent?” He ask jokingly, still you know there is some Truth to it.

“Ofcourse not!” You answer. “I can do that!”

“Sure you do!”

Later that night:

You are sitting in a nearby pub drinking gin tonic waiting for Letty, when you see Pedro across the room with some costars. He looks at you, you glace over him, but than turn back to the counter. You know better not to think anything more than you have.

Your bestie finally arrives so you can get more and more drunk together.

“Why can’t daddy take his eyes off of you?” Letty giggles into your ear as you two are already pretty drunk.

“He is not even looking!” You turn in his way but he is speaking with someone.

“Just wait, three, two, one!” As she says it, he turnes in your way, with burning eyes. You look away, not knowing what you want.

As the night goes on you start to dance on the dancefloor near to the cast’s table. You try not to look at him, but time to time your eyes locks and you feel lost. When you are about to order one more round of gin tonic he steps behind you.

“You been a naughty little girl all night!” He wishpers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Pedro, I’m here to have fun with my best friend, and you are here to have a good time with your cast members!” You don’t turn, looking in his dark eyes would break you.

“Last time you didn’t called me that!” He sounds huffish as he steps even more closer to you.

“Last time we were alone, and I was your dirty little secret…” you wouldn’t be mad about it, if he wouldn’t act like this in public, you are okay with being a secret, as long it takes no further, and you two can live your separet lifes.

“You think you are just that?” He grabs your arm and turns you in his way. “You think I want you to be a secret?” As you nod he continues. “No sugar, I think about you day and night, it kills me how much I want to fuck you, even right now,right here… God I am dying here longing for you!” You stare at him like he is out of his mind.

“Don’t be a pussy, daddy!” Walks past Bella, with a hug grin on her face.

“You never were a secret!” He cups your face, and before you could say anything he kisses you. “I never kept you a secret!”

“So you are thinking about fucking me?” When he can’t look in your eyes you continue. “Everytime you walked in on me with something in my mouth, I wanted something else there!” You lick his lips, and he gets his familier cocky smile on.

“So should we stay like we have no plans at all, or make it obvious and go to my room right now and make love?”

“I may will be the whore of the set, but I vote for plan b!” You giggle into his mouth before kissing him. “I just need to say good Bye to Letty!”

“With what excuse?” He laughs as you start looking for her.

“Oooh I’m doing what she ordered me to do weeks ago!” You laugh uncontrolable.

Both of you say your good byes and than grab eachothers hand at the door. He speeds up as soon as you two are on the street.

5 minutes later he opens his door and lets you in his hotel room, as you step in he shots the door and pushes you to the wall, kissing you so passoinet you can’t even breath. He undresses you even faster, before you could push him and change positions so now you are in charge and he is at the wall.

You get down his shirt before kissing his chest and abs getting on your knees. You unbutton his jeans realising he has nothing under it.

“You really…”

“Yes, I was thinking of it all day, all night… wondering how big… Oh my God!” You can’t finish as you push his pants down to his ankles.

“Satisfied?” He chuckles.

“Defenetly!” You wishper onto his member and he shivers, before you could lick it, and suck it. His knees are weakened, and shivers runs through his body time to time, and you work your way down with your mouth.

“I’m so close… but I want to play with you first!” He moans before pushing you away, and lifting you up, so he can easily walk to the bed with you, while kissing you again. His mouth fells to your cunt. He licks you so intensive you curl your back and moan.

“Please, Daddy fuck me!” You moan trying to keep your head up, not being a total mess.

“You sure about it?�� He stops and looks in your eyes.

“You want my consent?” When he lets nods with a shy look on his face you continue. “Yes Daddy, I want you to fuck me here and now!” He gets on top of you and kisses your lips. You shiver as his cock touches your enterence. His groan echos on your neck as he kisses you there while slowly sliding into you. “Please, Daddy faster!” You are already on the verge of a climax, when he does as you say and speeds up. “Pedro!” You scream his name as you cum, and he goes even faster keeping you on the edge.

“Y/N!” He groans seconds later as he follows you, and covers your still clenching walls with his seeds.

He falls next to you hardly breathing, your heart is pounding too. He hugs you and keeps you close, as you fall asleep listening to his fast beating heart.

[bonefall]

do you have anything extra planned for Sorreltail? I’m rereading TNP and I like the chapters with her and Leafpaw the most.. they’re so cute. Also lmao @ Leafpaw calling Mothwing beautiful in every chapter

[ID: BB!Sorreltail. She's a big, spiky, fluffy white cat with chocolate brown accents and peanut-butter cream patches. Her eyes are bright yellow.]

just a little, a smidge really. I'm very normal about BB!Sorreltail.

Sorreltail is head of the Kitchen Patrol, she developed a love of it because no one would cook her grasshoppers.

Grasshoppers are her FAVORITE food, she loves chasing them, she loves their crunch, loves their funny long rabbit legs.

Not forgetting her lifelong friendship with Squilf and Leafpool, ABSOLUTELY not. Gal Pals <3

She gets along with most cats, unless they try to eat raw meat in camp, in which case she pummels a lecture about tapeworms into their head.

Sorreltail has epilepsy from her childhood nightshade poisoning! It gave her neurological damage; it expresses as absence seizures.

An absence seizure isn't convulsive like the 'classic' clonic-tonic; she suddenly 'spaces out', eyes rolling up, losing control of her body for a brief period of time. Usually about 5 seconds.

She is not conscious during a seizure, and it will interrupt her train of thought in the moment. She's able to go right back to whatever she was doing, but needs to be reminded of what she was talking about if she was mid-sentence.

She often has multiple, brief seizures in a day.

Some days are rough and she can have several dozen. Other days see none at all.

She had a seizure on the Thunderpath and was grazed by a car. Her assessment was delayed as a result.

Rainwhisker and Sootfur went ahead and got their names without her "LIKE A BUNCH OF JERKS"

Her treatment plan is valerian supplements; she likes this treatment because it helps prevent her from getting drowsy.

Valerian acts like catmint, making her giddy and more hyper. She really appreciates the stimulant because she's an active, outgoing gal.

She looks a LOT like her papa Whitestorm, her siblings look more like Willowpelt. (Graystripe, Darkstripe, Cricketclaw, and Featherkit are Dappletail's kids now; they have no relation to Willowpelt.)

The spiky fur and face mask are actually passed down from Thistleclaw himself, the wolf-tail is a Bluestar family trait from Snowfur.

The coloring was initially based on a grasshopper but then I realized it also kinda looks like ice cream.

ThunderClan cats tend to be large and fluffy, Sorreltail is a good example of it.

She's going to live a LOT longer, in fact, she's alive up to the current arc! However, she sadly lost her mate Brackenfur in Po3. She misses him every day. They had four kittens in one litter; Cinderheart, Honeyfern, Poppyfrost, and Molepaw.

Because Sorreltail is staying alive, Sorrelstripe is named Duststripe after Dustpelt instead. Lilypaw and Seedpaw are his and Ferncloud's. Ferncloud is also surviving.

[swampstew]

Blind Date Event ~ Cavendish X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @sabo-has-my-heart I hope you enjoy your date and it definitely did not have me simping pathetically for the Beautiful Pirate🤫🥺

Mostly fluff, SFW, Cavendish X Female reader, first blind date experience. WC:1.4K. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

Cavendish knocked on your door, arriving punctually for your date together. He was dressed in a billowing button down paired with black pants, a rose belt buckle hung neatly where the shirt tucked. He looked handsome, ravishing even; you weren’t 100% sold on the hat though.

He did one of those fancy handshakes where he daintily raises your hand in front of him while he bows his head. Exclaiming how thrilled he was to be your date and that he was taking you to the hottest rooftop bar in the city. He led you to his white, polished Ford Mustang convertible. You noticed a small bumper sticker on the corner of his back bumper: Hell hath no fury like a Shagya Arabian stallion.

“I’ve got to be honest; I don’t know what a Shagya Arabian is.”

Cavendish’s eyes widened before a smile came over his face. His favorite topic. A horse boy through and through.

It was quite cute how passionate he was about the subject. It stemmed from his childhood horse who was now much older and past his prime. You were surprised to know that his deep knowledge of equines didn’t stop there. No, Cavendish loves all animals.

He comes from old money so he decided to start a non-profit rehabilitation center. At first it was to rehab injured equestrians, which expanded to treat donkeys, deer, and eventually his center became overburdened with animals in need that he expanded again. To several different counties and states, all specializing in different animal needs. To say you were impressed!

The ride to the bar was fairly quick and he opened your doors and pulled out the seat for you, always a gentleman. While you waited for your orders to be cooked, you sipped on decorated cocktails as you got to know each other.

You held the matchmaking pamphlet in your hands, “Cavendish what are your three biggest deal breakers?”

He took a sip of his gin and tonic, “I would say intentional cruelty to animals, cheating, and denim on denim wearers.” You giggled at that. “What about your three dealbreakers, _______?”

You swirled your Mai Tai, “controlling tendencies, cruel personalities, and excessive laziness.”  

You shared your meals with each other on appetizer plates; he has a thing about his food mixing together. He listened intently as you shared more about yourself. Things like your hobbies, passion for cooking, favorite book and movie genres, even your bucket list.

“Overall, I like to believe I am laid back. I enjoy a night in as much as I enjoy trying something new,” you took a break to finish your meal, having talked through most of the meal.

“That’s great to know, _____. I’m glad to hear you like trying new things. See, I chose this bar not just because the food reviews were good, but because this bar is partnered with the art studio next door. This week they’ve put on an immersive Van Gogh experience that I thought we could do after dinner. The fun part is, to get to the show you can only enter through the rooftop bar. Look over there,” he pointed to a tall, curtained entrance.

“Past those curtains is a hallway made entirely of glass to get to the art show. I heard its quite exhilarating, being able to see the streets from 20 stories high; the sight allows you the most exquisite view of the city especially during sunset, which is in,” he checked his watch, “about 40 minutes.”

You were stunned. The date was thoroughly planned; you were expecting a nice dinner date at best but Cavendish was really going all out with making it an experience. You smiled at him, sharing your excitement at the plan while you received another round of drinks and the dessert menu.

The dinner date was refreshing. Your first impression of Cavendish was a rich boy who probably put forth 40% of effort to get what he wanted, if money couldn’t buy it for him right away. You were pleased at how thoughtful he was. With how passionate he was about his life’s work and how much of a gentle soul he seemed to be.

Cavendish carefully spooned his ice cream into his mouth, letting the flavor mix with the piece of apple pie he had already taken a bite of. Watching his face turn into one of delighted pleasure from the dessert. It was…so cute you blushed a little. He noticed and he cast his eyes downward, a quiet chuckle escaping him.

“______, I am enjoying my time with you. There is something I would like for you to know and, I would understand if you decided not to move forward with another date after tonight once you hear it. I just…” he looked nervous, “I hope you do not judge me too harshly.”

You nod your head at him, encouraging him to continue.

“I—“, he paused, resentment and shame crossed his features for just a moment. “I suffer from somnambulism, a sleepwalking and night terrors disorder.” His eyes were shadowed now.

“That’s not all…,” his knuckles were white from how hard he was clutching his glass. “I also suffer from Dissociative Identity Disorder, and it is usually triggered during by my night terrors. Sometimes I can get violent during the worst of them. I don’t have as many episodes as I used to. I am in therapeutic treatment for both my conditions and I take medication for the sleep disorder. I just wanted to be upfront with you. I don’t want you to think I was hiding it from you or leading you on in any way,” he finally braved a glance at you.

“Oh,” you let out softly. Never before had you met a person be so honest about his own shortcomings and faults. It was admirable. “I think its brave that you shared that with me, especially during a night where we’re learning about each other to see if we’re compatible.” You smile softly.

“I can promise I won’t judge you for it. Not many people can admit they have issues and even less try to address them. I sincerely appreciate your honesty, though I won’t say right away that I’d like a second date but its not because of your disorders,” you soothe, taking another drink.

“It’s because I’m curious to see how the rest of our night goes,” you raise your glass to him. “I signed up for this event because I wanted to take a chance at finding someone. You did too. So Cavendish, what do you say we go enjoy that exquisite view and continue our date?”

His gorgeous blue orbs widened at your statement, a crooked smile growing on his face.

“Well said, _____. I appreciate your openness and kindness. To the rest of our date then,” he clinked his glass against yours in a toast.

The hallway was both thrilling and anxiety inducing, causing you to hold on to Cavendish as you walked across the glass floor. He fit the gentleman role perfectly, soothing you as he held you. The museum was breathtaking and you lost track of the time as you explored each room. By the time you were looking at the last installation, you nuzzling intimately against his body while he had his arm around your shoulder. You were actively disappointed the night had to end.

Cavendish walked you to your front door, holding your art gallery bag full of prints and goodies he had purchased for you. As you fiddled with the key in your lock, you gave him a bashful look.

“I had a really nice time tonight. I do want that second date, if you enjoyed my company as much as I think you did,” you spoke in a hushed tone.

He was sweet, lifting your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“It would be my honor. Do you want me to surprise you or do you want to plan it together?”

“I think I would like to help plan the next one. Can’t let you be the one who shocks and amazes me all the time,” you flirt. “If you’re free this weekend, would you like to meet up for coffee and discuss it in more depth?”

His smile was radiant, “absolutely. But I’m counting it as a mini date, _____!” His heart started racing when you giggled, nodding in agreement.

You stood on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I can’t wait.”

[danikamariewrites]

Loving your ddlg fics! Could I request one with Cassian where he’s bathing reader while she’s sick? Gentle Cass is my favourite Cass

Ddlg Cassian x Reader period hc

A/n: thank you!! I feel like I have a few sick fics in my drafts so I changed it to period hc so I hope you don’t mind. @jeannineee I hope u enjoy 🥰

Warnings: ddlg, period pains

Cassian would know your cycle started before you wake up

He’s always up before you and he’d see your face scrunch up in pain in your sleep

He’d know you’d be up soon so Cass would draw you a bath with soothing scents

Set out a pair of his sweat pants and his tshirt at the end of the bed for after your bath

When you wake up you wince at the pain in your tummy, you usually deal with cramps and pain in your legs

You whine out for Cassian and he’s immediately by your side, “shh, it’s ok princess I’m right here. The bath is ready for you, come on.” “Thank you daddy.”

Cass would scoop you up in his arms and you’d cling to him

He’d help you undress and then put you in the tub and Cass would help wash you

After your bath Cass would dress you and wrap you in your favorite blanket

He’d get you breakfast and bring you tonic for your cramps

“Here you go sweetheart, take this. Can I get you anything else?” “Can I have my favorite chocolates?” “Of course. I’ll be back soon ok.”

While he was in the city he’d grab a few more treats for you and your favorite juice

When he came home your emotions were all over the place and you were trying to hold it together

You saw everything Cass had and started crying. Cassian always know how to handle your emotional outbursts. The first time he was so confused but you explained to him that you were all over the place

“Sweetheart why are you crying?” “You just take such good care of me and it gets me every time.” You smile at him wiping your eyes

“Will you cuddle me daddy? I don’t want to be alone.” “I’ll always cuddle you sweetheart.”

Cassian would rub your tummy and thighs if you were in pain still

When you get headaches he’d lay your head in his lap and massage your scalp

Cassian wished he could take the pain away from, he hated seeing his baby so upset and in pain

After a few naps you were finally fully awake

You’d sit between Cassian’s legs while he fed you your chocolates

When you were done you’d hug his arms to you, resting your head against his chest

“I love you so much daddy. Are you staying with me all week?” Cassian kisses the top of your head, “I’d never leave you alone during your cycle sweetheart.”

All week he’d be there for you getting you everything you need

When you get through your cycle Cassian would take you to get a present for being strong all week

You’d go to your favorite boutique and pick out the prettiest dress for date night

“That’s the best one sweetheart, I think that’s the one to get.” He’d smile at you while you twirl in the dressing room mirror

“You think so daddy?” Cassian would come up behind you holding your hips and kissing your cheek “I know so.”

[saradika]

[masterlist]

This is the list of the incredible fics I’ve read and shared this month for the stardust reblog challenge! Includes ones read here and on my side blog, @eupheme (in case there’s any confusion!) 💖

STAR WARS

'tis the damn season by @maybege

Years after you last saw Boba Fett, Natalie invites you to spend Christmas with her family. | hot dad!boba x f!reader

ownership of mine. (part 2) & (part 3) by @amywritesthings

You have been in Narkina 5 for four months. The unit believes you are in a secret relationship with Kino Loy. (Are you?) | kino loy x f!reader

Before. When. After. by @littlemisspascal

There is a story before, when, and after Keef Girgo enters your life | ruescott melshi x f!eader

Zena Thamne (Cuyan Series) by @againstacecilia

Your fiance disappears two months before your wedding on a dangerous hunt. Fearing the worst and desperate to find him, you accept help from a reluctant Mandalorian and set off in search of your groom. | din djarin x f!reader

Take My Hand by @princessxkenobi

after a fresh snow has fallen over all the forest, you & your darling obi wan sneak away from the cottage for some ice skating; your hearts, all the while held within each other’s palms | obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

Patience by @oscarseyebrow

 “Show me how you caught him,” you request, eyes daring the bounty hunter as his chest heaves in the fluorescent lights of the Crest’s hull. “Show me how you took control.” | din djarin x female reader 

By Your Side by @princessxkenobi

In the softened afterglow of the fireplace, things take a heated turn between you and anakin, where all that you begin to sense there, is your shared waves of longing and intimacy, wanting just to be together | anakin x f!reader

Unwavering by @uwingdispatch

You are so precious to me,” he said. “Do you know that? I never…” he trailed off for a moment, closing his big hazel eyes, taking a deep breath. “I never had the courage to tell you how much I love you, but if something happens today and I never get to see you again—” | brasso x f!reader

A Touch of Peppermint by @princessxkenobi

hot chocolate doesn’t exist where Din Djarin is from, & thankfully you had been there just to show him what it’s all about; that is…if either one of you doesn’t get distracted for too long to enjoy it first ...❄️ | din djarin x f!reader

Flowers that Bloom in Winter by @psychedelic-ink

A spiteful coworker ruins the flower arrangements you had hoped to compete with. Not knowing what can be done, you entertain a young boy named Grogu who comes in at the same time wanting to buy a bouquet for his father. The next day, Din returns and offers to help you out with your work until a competition. | din djarin x f!reader

MARVEL / DC

A Cause For Celebration by @andrewrussgarfield

In which Peter Parker shows up at your front door with a slightly smashed cupcake and a whispered "Happy Birthday". | tasm!peter x afab!reader

Bitten by Fate by @stargirlfics

After a Halloween party at an abandoned mansion, you wake up to discover strange bites on your body and a note inviting you back | vampire!stucky x black f!reader

STARDEW VALLEY

Nothing Comes from Nothing by @hometownbard

All it took was a production of The Sound of Music for you to finally confront your feelings for Harvey, the show's leading man. | harvey x farmer

PEDRO PASCAL & OSCAR ISAAC

Live Fires & Low Lights by @wyn-n-tonic

“You're teasing me, sweetheart.” | javier peña x f!reader

frankie request by @softanon

A scoop of fluff with Dad!Frankie, with a bonus appearance of young Júlia Morales. | frankie morales x gn!reader

expectations by @pedrito-friskito

It was only supposed to be a job. | joel miller x f!reader

Did You Think I Had Forgotten? by @wyn-n-tonic

She’d fucking hate him if she could. | santiago x f!reader

VIOLENT NIGHT

All is Calm by @clydesducktape

Nicholas returns home looking battered and bruised. A reminder of a past life you’ve shared that leads to him needing your comfort and joy. | santa!harbour x f!reader

These fics are all so lovely - please check them out and please support these creators! 💖✨