Can I Request A Fluff Cardan X Reader Fic?? We Need More Content About Him On This App

can i request a fluff cardan x reader fic?? we need more content about him on this app 😭

Of course! I love Cardan so much!

Love

The sun was setting over the Faerie Court, casting a warm golden glow over the lush gardens. You walked hand-in-hand with Cardan, the faerie prince whose mischievous grin had stolen your heart. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of laughter from the revelry taking place in the heart of the court.

Cardan led you to a secluded part of the garden, where a beautiful tree with silver leaves stood, its branches swaying gently in the evening breeze. He had a mysterious twinkle in his eyes, the kind that always made you wonder what he was up to.

"I have a surprise for you," he said, his voice soft and filled with affection.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. "A surprise? Should I be worried?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Not this time. Close your eyes."

Trusting him, you closed your eyes and felt him guide you forward a few steps. You could hear the rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of night creatures beginning to awaken. After a moment, he stopped and gently turned you to face him.

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

You opened your eyes and gasped. Before you was a small, enchanting picnic setup under the silver-leaved tree. Soft blankets were spread out on the grass, adorned with an array of your favorite foods and delicate faerie lights that glowed softly, casting a magical light over everything.

"Cardan, this is beautiful," you said, turning to look at him with awe.

He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. "I thought we could use a quiet evening together, away from the chaos of the court. Just you and me."

You sat down on the blankets, and Cardan joined you, his hand never leaving yours. The two of you spent the evening talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. He fed you pieces of exotic fruit and told you stories of his childhood, some funny, some sad, but all of them made you feel closer to him.

At one point, you leaned back against the tree, Cardan’s head resting in your lap. You played with his dark hair, your fingers tracing gentle patterns on his scalp. His eyes were closed, a content smile playing on his lips.

"You know," you said softly, "I never imagined I would find such peace in a place like this."

He opened his eyes and looked up at you, his gaze tender. "And I never imagined I would find someone who could make me feel so... loved."

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you bent down to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You deserve all the love in the world, Cardan."

He reached up and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin softly. "As long as it's your love, I need nothing else."

You leaned into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the faerie lights or the setting sun. In that moment, everything was perfect, and you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, side by side.

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you and Cardan lay together under the silver-leaved tree, wrapped in each other’s arms. The world outside could wait; for now, you had everything you needed right here.

I hope you enjoyed this fluffy Cardan x reader fic! If there’s anything else you’d like, feel free to let me know.

REALLLLLLL

My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men

I just read your Alex Volkov x reader and let me tell you I LOVE your writing! If you have the time I would absolutely appreciate it, if you could write a Christian Harper x reader, which includes some grovelling and smut, thanks!

I'm Sorry

WARNINGS: smut, christian harper being somewhat out of character( i don't know really).

The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the cityscape as you stood on the balcony, the cool breeze doing little to calm your racing thoughts. It had been a week since the argument with Christian, a week of silence that felt like an eternity. You wondered if the rift between you was too wide to mend, if the words spoken in anger had irreparably damaged your bond.

The sound of footsteps approaching broke your reverie. Turning, you saw Christian standing at the threshold of the balcony, his usually confident demeanor now tinged with uncertainty. His brown eyes, once filled with mischief and charm, now held a look of deep regret.

"Can we talk?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, unable to trust your voice. Christian stepped closer, his presence overwhelming but comforting. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his dark hair, a habit you knew signaled his inner turmoil.

"I messed up," he began, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "I said things I didn't mean, and I hurt you. I let my pride and anger get in the way, and for that, I am truly sorry."

You looked away, the hurt still fresh in your heart. "Christian, it's not just about what you said. It's about feeling like you don't trust me, like you don't see me as your equal."

He took another step closer, closing the distance between you. "You're right. I was wrong to make you feel that way. You are my equal, and I do trust you. I let my insecurities cloud my judgment, and I pushed you away when I should have been pulling you closer."

Tears welled in your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. "It's not that easy, Christian. Words alone can't fix this."

"I know," he replied, his voice breaking slightly. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I can't lose you, not like this."

He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. "Please, give me a chance to prove to you that I can change, that I can be the man you deserve."

You looked down at your joined hands, feeling the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his plea. Slowly, you raised your eyes to meet his, searching for the truth in his words.

"Actions speak louder than words, Christian," you said softly. "Show me that you mean it."

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"Oh fuck!" You cry out as Christian pounds into you. "You're so beautiful." He grunts. You let out a gasp as he sucks another hickey on your neck. "I'm so sorry baby." He murmurs as he caresses your hips. "I-oh- I do!" You whimper. "Good." He growls. He pounds you into the mattress harder, cause your moans to get louder. Soon, you feel that coil in your stomach begin to tighten. "I'm close! Christian, I'm so close!" You mewl. "You are?" He murmurs.

You nod frantically. "Then come." He says.

I'm sorry that this is so half-assed. I am slowly losing motivation, and I just need to keep going through my inbox.

Y’all love some Azriel!

Apology

I deleted my random tip post, because of the comment section. BECAUSE IT IS TRUE, NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE WRONG! I apologize for that tip. AI does steal a lot of people's art and work, and it shows how relient this society is on AI. Now don't get me wrong, I will use AI on my schoolwork ON CERTAIN OCCASIONS if I feel stuck on an assignment, but in general, no. I just used a random tip because my friend Rei suggested it. But for that tip I apologize.

Can I request Grayson Hawthorne and a pregnant reader please???

I love my baby Grayson!

Our Baby?

You place your hand over your mouth, covering the silent sobs. You were having a baby with Grayson. But he's made it clear for a while that he didn't want a baby. Now you were panicking. You hear a knock on the door and you whip your head around. "Lovely? Are you okay in there?" You hear Grayson asks, worry placing in your tone. "I'm fine my love!" You say, and quickly hide the pregnancy test in your back pocket. "Lovely, you have been in there for thirty minutes. Are you feeling well?" He asks. "Grayson, my darling, I am fine." You call out. "I just- want to be alone for a second!” You say. You can feel him shift around outside the door. “Well, are you sure?” “Yes!” You say. “I’m coming in.” He says firmly. “Wait-” You squeak and he burst through the door.

Grayson leans against the bathroom sink. “You’re lying to me.” He whispers. “I-I’m not!” You stutter a bit, but keep your composure. Grayson walks over and kneels in front of you. “Lovely, please tell me the truth.” He caresses your face. Tears start to spring to your eyes. “You’ll leave me.” You whisper.

“I could never.”

“You will!” You sob. Grayson hurriedly wipes your tears away. “If not leave you’ll hate me.” You sob. Grayson grips your chin to look you in your eyes. “I won’t. Because I love you so much, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” He says with such intensity. You sigh, and pull the test out of your pocket. “I’m pregnant Gray.” You whisper. Grayson looks at the pregnancy test with wide eyes. “Our Baby?” He whispers. You nod. Grayson picks you up and spins you around and you squeal. “We’re having a baby!” He smiles and peppers kisses all over you. You giggle softly and he places a hand on your stomach.

“Our baby.” He smiles and kisses you passionately.