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lamet00wn · 1 year

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Sumeru characters taking care of you when you’re sick scenarios

Characters: Al’haitham, tighnari, cyno, Candace, Dehya

Tags: GN!Reader, fluff, Sfw, comfort, bathing together, cuddling, teeth rotting sweet, nesting

Al’Haitham

He’s seated at his desk in your shared room, you are laying on the bed. You were taking a nap that was a lot longer than your usual naps. Al’haitham noticed and used the time to work on some important documents. He was too focused on his work to notice you stir. The hot atmosphere and the blanket caused you to whine. You could feel the fever aching your entire body

Though he feels bad about it, he can admit your noises caused a noticeable annoyance. He groaned to himself when your tossing and turning didn’t stop. “Is something wrong?” He reluctantly spewed, eyes not leaving his paper. Only when he heard a pitiful little “help..” did he turn to you, rushing to your side after he noticed your distress. He sat down next to you. His hand went to your forehead. The frown he always wore grew worse and worry filled his face. He couldn’t help but pull you to him and cradle you. “I’m so sorry, darling. Are you okay?” He softened his voice to accommodate for his rough exterior, not just his physical exterior.

“Don’t.. feel good..” you shivered out, taking a lot of your energy to talk. He nodded and picked you up in his arms. He carried you to the couch, silently, and placed you down. He followed up by wrapping you in a blanket, getting a fan to put in front of you, giving you the TV remote. “I’m going to make you some soup” he gave the top of your head a kiss. He quietly went to the kitchen to focus on heating up your favorite type of soup. You scrolled through the different selection before choosing the show you guys have been watching together. He returned to your side after around 8 minutes, he wrapped his arm around you. he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. You leaned away and pressed a hand to his chest. “I don’t.. wanna get you sick” he looked down to you before softly chuckling which made you melt. “Then you’ll just have to take care of me when I get sick” he compromised before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Tighnari

He could sense your sickness arising before you even felt the symptoms. You were sitting on the bed, playing on your switch when you started to feel extremely uncomfortable. You had ignored it for too long now and decided to lay down. Your head was spinning. Before you could even confirm you were sick, Tighnari was back from the store. He went straight to your guy’s bedroom and came in. You started to sit up. He firmly hand on your chest to keep you down. It was comforting though. “ ‘Nari-“ you were met with his smile and a hushed “shhh. It’s okay. Just relax. I’ve got everything you need. I got you snacks, some gatorade, medicine, and a new buddy” he handed you a cute little green fox plushie which you immediately hugged in your arms

Tighnari strongly suggested having comfort items like stuffed animals or blankets. They help with stress and mental struggles. He usually gets you an item, which is usually a stuffed animal, every time he goes out or can. He already had the remote in his hand, giving it to you. He started to put pillows and blankets all around you, creating some sort of nest. He tucked blankets and pillows under you. You couldn’t help but giggle at his touch, okay maybe he intentionally tickled you just to see you smile. He stayed focused though and acted as though he wasn’t even bothering you. After he was all done, he started opening food and your drink for you. After your medicine, you guys cuddled until you eventually succumbed to slumber, smiling of course.

Cyno

You were a whimpering mess (pause) from the discomfort of your sickness. Even though cyno doesn’t show it to anyone, and hardly shows it to you, he babies the shit out of you. It takes a lot to break down the walls around his heart but he’s really a big ol’ teddy bear, secretly of course. He came back into the room and held up your personalized water bottle he got for you. He glared at you, bottle in one hand and a bag of goodies to help you in the other.

“I didn’t spend 60 bucks to get you your own water bottle, for you to not drink any damn water” he set the bottle down next to you. He took out some food for you to eat so you could take your medicine. While you ate and watched some let’s plays he cleaned up all your gross tissues, silently. He didn’t make a face even when he touched a slimy part. Once you were all cleaned up he got a cold, damn rag to gently pat your face with to cool you down. “Stop being sick.” He tried to be comforting which you indeed felt comforted. He nuzzled into your neck after you had both settled down to take a nap. Once you had fallen asleep, cyno kissed your heated cheek and sighed. “I love you, snotty” he whispered. You smiled in your sleep

Candace

Candace held you close to her. The back of her hand was on your forehead. She shook her head in disappointment “didn’t I tell you to stay inside when it was storming. Now look at you, all pitiful” she teased with a pout pursing her lips. “This won’t do.” Was all she said before lifting you in her arms. She carried you across the hallway of your guy’s apartment and into the bathroom. She sat you on the toilet, you shivering. She couldn’t help but giggle at you. You looked so sad and hopeless. Good thing she was there to help.

She turned on the faucet to the tub, checking the warmth before adjusting the knob. “Is this okay, love?” She asked softly. You leaned over to feel the water. You nodded when it was the right temperature. She very carefully undressed you and kissed all around your body as she did to try and comfort you. She very carefully listed you once more once undressed and lowered you into the warm water. The warm water surrounded your cold body, earning a hum from your lips. She kissed your head before going to walk out. You reached and grabbed her wrist. She turned to you, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. “Stay..”you pleaded. Your sad, sick little face melted her heart. She quickly undressed. She tied her hair back before slipping in right behind you. She smiled brightly, wrapping her arms around your waist, just loving being with you.

Dehya

Dehya was actually on patrol when she got a message from you that you were sick. She got a fellow friend to cover for her. She basically ran home after getting medicine. She kicked down the door due to all the stuff in her hands. You were already on the couch, basically upside down from hanging off the couch. She dropped all the snacks that weren’t even good for you and the medicine. She pulled your hair back and kissed your forehead “awww. You poor thing. I brought you candy! And buttered chicken!” She smiled.

You smiled softly. “Did you get the soup?” You asked. She sighed and shook her head “they were out. But! I got some stuff to make it! Don’t you worry, babe. I’ll make it even better” she said, determined. She helped you get comfortable on the couch and got to cooking. She kept coming back to let you taste everything to make sure it was good. Every single time she gave you a kiss too. Once she was finished you both ate some soup and cuddled up while watching a scary movie. She says it’ll ‘scare the sickness away’. She let you cuddle into her no matter that it was getting sweaty. She loved to see you happy even in your worst times.

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beansidhebumbling · 5 months

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Any chance of a Nesta x Eris drabble?

Let me know what to think. As tends to be the case I lost control of the length.

Warning!: smut

Patience and Other Vices

His hand glances over hers at dinner.

It's an accident. She's been so studious in her avoidance of his gaze, his presence, the mere mention of his name since the announcement. Tonight and this brief touch are just another in the long list of regrets he surely ties to her name.

He reaches for the pitcher of water just as she does and their fingers brush.

He has the hands of a pianist, dexterous, elongated, agile when they play on the keys, when they play with her.

And how he played her.

***

Their eyes catch.

He's thinking of that night too.

She knows as his eyebrows furrow, light colour tinting high cheekbones, left hand clenching his fork in a death grip as his right lingers- outstretched and alone.

If he is striking in sunlight, he is devastating in candlelight, the sharp cut of his jaw and his glare cast shadows, even as the rich red tones of his hair burn and flicker under the gentle wavering glow of the candelabra.

***

Long fingers pump inside her in a rhythm she chases but cannot catch as her head falls back on the rich navy velvet shoulder of his tailcoat.

'Please... God in heaven please.'

Gasping and breathy, a more sincere prayer than any she has ever offered on a Sunday.

He lets out a low chuckle.

'That's not my name, sweetest. Plead to me, look only to me or I may take note from your God and be very cruel indeed.'

And when he stops the infernal masterful movement, she finds herself possessed, for that is the only reason Nesta would be compelled to beg him.

The plaintive cry that leaves is a sound foreign to her ears,

'Please my Lord. Do not stop or I may die and take my spot in Hell alongside you.'

She squirms in his lap, attempting to create her own friction. Her cunt, as he calls it, as he taught her, is stretched and hot over his blasted unmoving fingers.

Cunt.

The word looks blunt and crude on paper, in the secret letters sends. But when said by him it sounds more like treasure, more like covet. The word dripping in awe and adoration.

She is full in a way she never achieves with her own tender nocturnal explorations. He taught her this too, the importance of self-exploration, coaxing her to find herself in the wet messy flush of carnal pleasure.

He pinches her right nipple with his free hand, brief and chastising.

'This is a lesson in patience Nesta. You are learning to wait for me.'

Another mean twist, this time to her left nipple.

'And you still haven't said my name.'

'Eris.

Eris.

Eris.'

Each gasp is breathier than the last. She loves the familiar shape of his name, how it falls from her tongue.

A confession no deity could pry from her.

'Good girl.'

The dance of his fingers inside her continues once more.

A reward.

And she thinks maybe he needs no confession when her loud moan at his praise is a sure equivalent.

'Look at you. Beautiful and bared like Venus for me.'

He pulls her hair so she is once more looking in the mirror at the wanton naked figure that is splayed across the Duke of Vanserra's clothed form.

His fine leather boots still gleam under moonlight.

He reduces her to this wild, unkempt thing. Hair undone, blood rising to her cheeks, her chest, eyes glazed and starry.

But if it is a reduction why does she feel like so much more when held in his arms?

She comes apart with the practiced thrum of his thumb on her button, his name the only chant she knows as her mind whirls and galaxies fall apart and come together again behind her eyes.

She sees love in the kisses he presses on her collarbone, in the gentle pass of a washcloth along her centre and thighs, in the delicate way he redresses her in her nightwear before sneaking out the window, a thief in the night, her heart buried between his and navy velvet.

***

She is patient.

Patient when his nightime visits and secret letters stop suddenly.

Patient in her rejection of those who come to call, to plead for the privilege of a promenade.

Nesta Archeron, the diamond of the town, is patient a full week until word of his engagement to Lady Morrigan Velaris reaches the breakfast table, gossip spilled between tea sips and flaky pastry. A most advantageous match. Very likely to be the wedding of the season.

When Nesta retires with a migraine she goes unnoticed. Her tears, salty and unceasing, flow onto her pillow, heartbreak and rage released like a river, like a flood.

The smell of pine and leather and tobacco lingers even now.

She burns her bedsheets.

***

She is no longer patient.

The deluge of letters returns, multiple daily, even when he doesn't dare show his face.

Unread they join the ash of her bed linen in the grate.

And when Lord Cassian, still a little too loud, a little too slow, brings her flowers, yellow roses with no hidden messages, she accepts them with a smile.

He never makes her feel more, but he never makes her feel less.

Her engagement is announced the same day the dissolution of Eris' is published in the gossip sheet.

***

She sees him at church.

Gaunt and sickly, stress marked in the crease of his forehead, the anguish of his gaze.

The burn of his stare does not relent through the sermon and she wonders if this is her damnation.

Because despite it all she longs to smooth the wrinkle of his forehead, hear the low timbre of his voice.

***

He attempts to knock on the balcony of her room that night.

When she wakes the house with screams about intruders he does not try again.

***

She should have guessed he'd somehow finangle a way to Lord Cassian's dinner.

She thought it safe considering the still smoking wreckage of his dalliance with Morrigan.

She underestimated his cunning and unflappable shamelesness as he bats off Lord Rhysand's increasingly cutting remarks about failed nuptials with all the ease of breathing.

When the men depart into the smoking room she seizes her chance to catch a breath in the conservatory.

He finds her.

Of course.

***

She is alone all of thirty seconds before she hears the urgent clap of boots on the tiled floor.

He confronts her by the orange tree, his eyes frantic and jaw tight.

'Nesta.'

Her name sounds like a prayer.

Her response stops his urgent pace towards her.

'My Lord, I'd advise you to return to the party before you are missed and warn you against using my name with such impropriety in future.'

Her tone is clipped, words measured, as her heart bleeds within its cavity.

'I...'.

A speechless Eris Vanserra is a new sight to her.

She takes her chance at escape, dipping so shallowly it hardly bears the definition of a curtsey, she begins to walk away, heading towards the ruckus of laughter and chatter.

A thud causes her to turn, skirts twisting around her frame with the sudden movement.

He kneels, shoulders hunched and face bent to the floor.

'Nes-my darling. I beg of you, have mercy and stab me before you once more deprive me of the honour of company.'

'My Lord, cease the melodramatics and rise this instant.'

She snaps.

'Anyone could walk in, you fool.'

He huffs a strangled laugh, maimed with pain.

'I'm a fool you're talking to, my love. Beter shade a fool than every other colour I've been'

He looks at her then and God save her he's crying.

How dare he?

The fury that churns within her is only matched by the sorrow that threatens to expose itself in the faultlines of her masked expression.

'Get up Eris. This is a misery of your own design. You used me and discarded me. I will put up with no further humiliation.'

The light that sparks in his eyes when she uses his name dies quickly as the proceeding words hit him like blows. He flinches but still holds her gaze, like he fears she may disappear if he blinks.

A valid fear to hold.

'Did you.. did you read even one of my letters, my Lady?'

She arches an eyebrow, disdainful at the question and her premature rise in rank. It's answer enough.

His next words are rushed, fearful she'll leave before he finishes she imagines. That is her plan but she finds her feet glued to the spot as he continues, tripping over words, voice shaky.

'It was an arrangement by my thrice-cursed father, still haunting me beyond the grave. I asked you to be patient while I tried to sort it discretely. I thought you'd never have to know, to worry. Rhysand forced my hand and I was engaged and by the time I escaped it you were ...'

He gulps, shaking his head, long hair moving like silk, like he is trying to dispel the reality.

'I...I kick myself for not telling you before. It haunts me, every missed opportunity to propose to you, to do it the messy way, cleverness be damned. I'll die sick and bitter that I squandered my chance to be yours. But I cannot have you ignore me like this anymore.'

He stands then. Makes his way towards her, pulling her hands, that must have clasped around her mouth at some point, towards him, grasping them like they hold his salvation.

'I will be whoever you want me to be, Nesta. I have proposed marriage, friendship, acquaintance in my letters, poured my soul to you in pretty words, calculated and considered to try and redeem myself. I am unprepared while struck stupid in your presence. I only have these clumsy pleas but do not question their sincerity when since the moment I've met you I've loved you. Since your first barbed comment my heart has been yours. I will be anything but do not make me a stranger. Grant me this, I beg. I will kneel if you wish. I would risk it all to have you look at me softly once again.'

Her heart escapes between the faultlines as a tear falls down her face.

His right hand reaches, outstretched and alone, hovering, shaking by her face.

She turns her head to kiss his palm.

She feels his pulse beneath her lips.

Patience is recovered in quiet citrus-scented air.

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