Discord drabbles - Deaf half-tiefling Dairon x reader (sfw, fluffy) (Patreon)

Prompt: "Dairon sprained his leg, and reader looks after him."

Dairon is a half-elf, half-tiefling, belonging to Mori, and you can find art (by Mori) and stories of him (by me) here: Deaf male tiefling x female reader (sfw) Part Two (sfw) 

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Closing the door behind you with your foot, you shuffled the shopping bags in your arms and stuck your head into the living room to see Dairon sitting on the sofa with his ankle propped up on a cushion, a book in his hands, and a miserable look on his otherwise handsome face. He looked up at your arrival and offered you a pretty miserable smile. Unable to sign to him with your hands full, you quirked an eyebrow at him and hoped he’d read the question in your face. 

“Fine,” he sighed, though it was obvious from the way he formed the words with heavy hands that he was fed up and dejected. Pain laced his features too, and he blew out another soft sigh. 

“I’ll be right in,” you said, hoping he’d understand. He nodded once and you watched his large, cervine antlers bow forwards and his long tail start to flick softly against the sofa cushions like an irritated cat’s. 

After fishing out his favourite dessert, which was now perfectly softened after the journey back from the local shop, and which you’d picked up especially to try and cheer him up, you headed back into the living room with two cups of tea and the parfait balanced on top of one of the mugs for the short journey.

His tapering ears, which showed his half-elven heritage, visibly pricked up at the sight and smell of the parfait and you grinned at him. After setting the mugs down, you said, “Thought that might make you feel a bit better…”

The way he signed “Thank you” was so full of gratitude and quiet devotion that you couldn’t help but grin stupidly at him as he opened his arms to you. 

You climbed carefully into his lap and tried not to jostle his swollen ankle. Running your fingers through his thick, glossy, white hair, paying particular attention to the area where his antlers began, you stroked his scalp until he gave a hoarse grunt of happiness and hugged you close to him, pulling you forwards to lie across his chest. 

There were some perks to him being temporarily immobile, and an unlimited supply of cuddles was apparently one of them.