#ruhn danaan imagine

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Casual intimacy

a/n Cracks knuckles… let’s go… 🙃 I loved writing this so I hope you will enjoyed reading it. Cause this one cracked something deep within me. 🫧🤭

request: Hiii! I absolutely love your work I think you're so talented. If you have time can I request an angsty Ruhn x Reader, maybe he gets jealous or something because she has such a bubbly personality and guys flock to her?

warning: a bit suggestive here and there, alcohol, drugs, smoking.

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Ruhn was tired. Playing pretend always drained him. For the most part, he bit back at his father, but even there were limits. And when his father wasn’t at the center of his headaches, the fact that he was a crowned prince was. Ruhn flicked the cigarette out of the open car window as he waited for the light to turn green. “Be on the bed when I get back," he typed out quickly. A slight smile tugged at his lips.

Ruhn imagined that crimson haze creeping onto your cheeks. You had been an angel when you two first met. More like a caged bird. And while the world saw him as a devil who made a good girl go bad, in reality, he had freed you from the chains that had bound you to the dark cell for eternity. And if everyone was having a fright at the sight of a cigarette or a shot glass in your hand, they could all go fuck themselves.

A ding had Ruhn glancing at the screen in his car. "Unfortunately, I won’t be able to oblige," the message read, and Ruhn frowned. He blinked a couple of times. It was usually “you’re an idiot” or a nice picture that sent him pressing his foot just a bit more on the gas. What was the reason for this? Did you get your period? But that wasn’t very likely. Ruhn could sense when the red flow was coming. And you weren’t talking about cramps. He was about to fire out a quick “because?” when another ding sounded. And a picture appeared on the dash. A growl ripped through him. Here you stood. An innocent smile, still in the dress Ruhn had watched you put on this morning. By your side stood Flynn, who looked like a lost dog, glancing at the half-made sandwich on the counter. No, this wasn’t happening. Not tonight.

Ruhn quickly dialed your phone, gripping the steering wheel tightly. You didn’t even get a chance to breathe on the other side as he huffed, “What the fuck?” The music was almost deafening. So was the sea of voices. That scraped like a nail against his mind. “Hey, hotshot, this wasn’t my idea," you chirped, and as much as Ruhn was frustrated, the sound of your voice alone made his shoulders ease. “Tell them to fuck off," he hissed. He should have moved out long ago. Gotten you two an apartment and called it a day. “I can’t do that; I don’t live here." You chuckled softly, giggling at something Flynn said. Ruhn frowned. “You are my girlfriend; you are entitled to do what you want there," he pointed out. You had refused the title. Refused any benefits dating someone like him brought. The doors it opened. It was one of many reasons Ruhn loved you. Because for the very first time, he felt more than his title. More than just a pawn in someone’s game.

"Ruhn, I am not ordering two grown men around," you said, and while Ruhn didn’t agree, he didn’t get to voice his opinion because his words got overshadowed by someone calling for you. “Oh yeah, you can find that upstairs," you said, Ruhn could hear the smile on your face. "Babe," he called out, not loving the idea that someone had managed to steal your attention from him. “Oh, no, it’s okay. Call if you need anything." From the way your voice sounded, he could also tell that you had the phone away from your ear, so he used other methods. Trusted kind.

Y/n. He spoke within your linked hearts. Feeling the fluster in your heart at his call. But his hope got crushed as soon as it bloomed. Give me a moment, Ruhn. Ruhn not even a hotshot, not a babe. Ruhn gritted his jaw. “No, liquor is on the right shelf," you said, as he listened to you try to get through the crowd of people. “Get your legs off the counter, you freak," you hissed, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged back. "Yeah, sorry, the house is full," you muttered slightly under your breath, and suddenly he was back to hating that party. Because you had woken before the sun had even been up. Studies and work keep you busy. Even if Ruhn had told you many times that you didn’t have to work,

“I am sending them to Urd and then fucking back," he grunted, making you let out a chuckle. The sound of it still made his stomach warm. “Light up, they brought shit to smoke," you sighed, and while he enjoyed a good smoke, especially if you joined him, and even more so if you both rode the aftermath together, he just didn’t want that today. “I don’t...", Ruhn had started when a loud bag came from somewhere in the house, and the place erupted in gassing shouts and angry grunting. “Fuck, got to go," you breathed. "Drive, save, baby," you muttered. “Y/N, don’t go near...”, but the line went dead. "Fuck," the princeling hissed. Oh, he was going to hang both Dec and Flynn by their balls, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

You were nowhere to be seen when he stepped into the madness of the house. Ruhn felt you, so that had to be good enough for now. You were in the house. The question, however, was where exactly that was. "Man, this is sick." Some guy clasped a hand over Ruhn’s shoulder, making the crowned prince bat the touch away stiffly. “Yeah, dude, you’re dope!" the other shouted, his eyes red as fire. There was too much substance in his body. Ruhn frowned, trying not to show the disgust on his face. “Get your shoes off my fucking carpet," he hissed in dismissal, walking past them. His frustration only grew the more he looked around for you. If not for the music, he would reach out through the bond once again. But his head was pounding, and he knew there was no way for him to concentrate enough.

Then Ruhn’s eyes fell on a small group forming near the kitchen. It wasn’t usual. If people did drugs or mixed drinks, they usually went in groups of two. Not a whole fucking sea of them. An itch inside him flared up, and he didn’t even realize it when he started walking towards it.

“So how did you do it?”, a lazy voice asked as Ruhn approached. “I just painted, silly," and that was all it took for his body to ignite. No one even matched the power your light voice had on his body. “Yeah, but that’s one big canvas," another voice slurred. Ruhn licked his lips as he stepped through the arc, and the sight was far from what he had hoped for. There you stood, a white angel in a sea of hacks. Pouncing on you for a nibble.

“I didn’t sleep, I mean," Ruhn watched as a blush on your cheeks. “Colors just guided me. It sounds insane, I know, and no, I was not high," you said sheepishly, making everyone in the room chuckle. But Ruhn saw it. The way they looked at you. They didn’t care about this. Didn’t care about your passion. Didn’t care about the spark in your eyes as you spoke of the things you loved. You were a spectacle. A pretty thing to look at. But it’s when one of them reached out to tuck the hair that had slipped out of your silk bow that Ruhn stepped forward, yanking one of the guys by the back of the shirt as he shouldered past them.

He only managed to catch a glimpse of you inhaling before his hand wrapped around your neck as he pulled you closer to him. Crashing his lips against your red-painted ones. You melted against him. He cared little for anything else as he bent slightly to grab at your thighs, lifting you and guiding you onto the counter as he spread your legs, stepping in between them. Before his fingers found your hips, he pulled you against him. "Ruhn." Your voice was breathy and weak as you wrapped your legs tighter around his middle. “Want to moan that louder?”, he teased, his lips hovering over your neck as he pinched your bum, making you squeal. “I leave you for a day and come to find you in a sea of men," Ruhn hissed with a shake of his head. You knew that it wasn’t anger. It was more lust and that sparkle of possessiveness.

“Jealous much?”, you purred, smirking as you ran your fingers over his jaw. “Don’t play with me, woman," he muttered, his hand once again wrapping around your throat as he inched closer. "Oh," you coo, “I forgot that you’re just a baby." You sighed, cupping his cheeks, but that was short-lived. One moment you were still on the counter, the other in the air and over your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Ruhn Danaan, put me down." You wiggled in his hands. Tried to hit his chest but for nothing. If anything, that only earned you a slap on your bum and another gasp as your cheeks flared to life with red. “You...", you hissed out, but Ruhn only settled his hand on your ass, keeping the dress over your exposed bottom. Not too keen on others getting a glimpse at what lay underneath. “Don’t finish that unless you want me to spank you again," he mussed, smug as a cat as he moved through the crowd of people.

Whistling met you right by the stairs. One that Ruhn recognized, considering that he stopped. “You two are in deep shit," the crowned prince hissed, throwing a glance at his two best friends. But all they did was laugh. “Fuck it out of him, Yn, please," Dec mussed, grinding his hips in the air. “Suck one-off for the team," Flynn saluted as you three burst into laughter. It appeared that only Ruhn didn’t find that appealing. And something told you that if you weren’t over his shoulder now, friend or not, they might just taste the back of Ruhn’s hand. But he only cursed under his breath. “I will leave you two dickless," he threatened, reaching for the railing as the two man-children moaned and growled downstairs.

Ruhn was breathing heavily when he finally closed the door of his bedroom. It wasn’t from your weight. It just all started to cave in on him as he lowered you to the ground. You nibbled against his neck, pulling away to reach for the hem of your dress, but Ruhn caught your wrist, guiding you closer to him. "No," he muttered. A slight shake of his head told you that he was dead serious, too. “Did you just say no to...", You had started in a teasing tone, but there was something in his eyes that made you stop. "Ruhn," you called out way softer now, brushing your fingers up and down his arms. “Come here, darling," you said, wrapping your arms around him. He wasn’t fully open and vulnerable often. And when he was. That meant that whatever you two were doing, you were the ones who would have to carry the heavy load. Just for a bit. until he finds his footing again.

“If this is about the males, I didn’t even for a second…," you muttered against his chest, but Ruhn only grunted, “I know you weren’t interested. It’s just…” he took a deep breath, “a long day." You knew how much more those three words implied. How much more complex it was. But you also knew that the last thing he needed was you trying to drag it all out of him. “Why don’t you lay down?”, you asked softly, brushing your fingers over his lower back.

“I’m okay here," he said quietly. The hold on your body didn’t ease. “Come on, we’ll lay naked; I’ll roll you a blunt," you poked at his chest, shooting him a loving smile as you wiggled your eyebrows. Ruhn let out a slight chuckle as he reached for the buttons on his shirt. You helped him drag the material off his body, kneeling to undo his shoes. Ruhn caught your chin, pulling your head up so you would look at him through your lashes. "Fuck, it never gets old," he grunted, brushing his finger over your slightly smudged red lip. You only grinned up at him, leaning in to kiss his thigh as you pushed his pants off him all the way.

Ruhn watched you in a daze before you pushed at his chest, sending him sprawled out on the mattress. He drank every movement you made. You reaching for a bag of mirth-root, licking the edge of the paper as you finish the roll. Lighting it up and taking the first hit before handing it to Ruhn. He watched the cloud of smoke flaring around you as you reached for your dress, pulling it over your head. He could very easily die here right now. And go to Urd as a happy man if the last sight he saw was you in nothing but a black thong.

It was this exact casual intimacy that had him running at first. He was frightened to feel secure with someone like that. To have someone trust him like that. Ruhn reached out, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you over onto him. A blunt burning between his teeth. You straddled his naked body with ease. The movement was second nature by now. “What do you need?”, you asked softly, brushing some of the hair away from his face. Ruhn found himself opening his mouth but shutting it closed once more. He didn’t know. He was only aware that he needed you but was not sure how. Bent over the counter? Seated on his face? Snuggled up against him? With you holding him instead? “That’s okay, we will figure it out." You leaned in and pressed a kiss on his chest, leaving feather-like brushes over his exposed skin. “You’ll tell me when you’ll know," you breathed, pulling back up to look into his purple eyes. He didn’t answer, wrapping an arm around your back as he pulled you closer to him. Skin to skin. There was nothing between you two. You rested your face on the crook of his neck, feeling him take another drag of the cigarette in silence. His silence. One that you threaded for him. Painted it. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Ruhn realized that there was no other sound around him, just a steady beat of your heart.

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[shadowdaddies]

I am a sucker for angst so can I please request a Ruhn danaan x reader. Where she and ruhn have been together for a while, and she overhears ruhn saying something about her being a bet or a dare. A lot of angst and maybe some fluffy ending

thanks for the request, love💜

Just a Bet

Ruhn x Reader angst to fluff

Smoothing your hair, you stepped out of your car in the driveway as you strode towards Ruhn’s house. You were already regretting the heels you’d donned for your anniversary, feet aching in opposition to the excitement you felt to celebrate one year since Ruhn had asked you out.

Cheeks burning from smiling so hard, you turned the door handle and entered the busy frat house. It wasn’t unusual for many guests to be over, so you paid them no mind as you shouldered your way through the crowd toward the game room where Ruhn usually spent evenings like this.

Juniper caught your eye from across the room, and you waved to her and Fury as you approached the doorway where Ruhn’s voice echoed in a comforting rumble - until you heard Flynn’s voice.

“One year ago, I bet you that you wouldn’t ask her out,” he laughed, the sound of clinking beer bottles and jeers following.

Your heart leapt in your throat when you heard Ruhn’s voice, time standing still as you awaited his response. Your boyfriend scoffed, “I didn’t think I could either.”

Dec chimed in at that point - your kindest friend in the group - his tone teasing as he drawled, “I still can’t believe she took you seriously.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears, eyes pricking with tears as the conversation came together in your head. You were nothing more than a bet to Flynn, a joke that Declan couldn’t take serious, and apparently Ruhn felt the same.

Ripping the painful heels off your feet, you sprinted down the stairs and out of the house. Tossing the shoes in your passenger seat, you wiped the tears from your eyes and started the engine before heading back to your apartment.

The dress felt ridiculous, hair a mess and makeup ruined from crying as you stumbled into your home. Why would Ruhn have stayed with you for this long from a stupid bet? Were you nothing more than a joke, for him and his friends’ amusement?

The thought made tears well up once more, this time pouring over your cheeks as you sobbed. Practically ripping the dress from your body, you ignored the buzzing of your phone in favor of your welcoming shower.

Stepping under the steaming hot water, you scrubbed the memory of tonight as best you could from your skin before stepping out. Wrapping a fluffy towel around your body, you sighed with a hint of relief. 

Realizing how dried out you were from your tears, you padded towards the kitchen for some water when you were stopped in your tracks. Bryce lay on your couch, lazily flipping through the tv channels as amber eyes flicked to yours. 

With a dramatic sigh, she set down the remote, turning fully to face you. She took in your disheveled state, expression softening at the redness in your eyes, your puffy cheeks.

Shutting off the TV, Bryce sat up and patted the open space on the sofa next to her.

“I need water,” you whispered through a sniffle, voice raspy from dehydration. 

“I’ll get it for you. Sit,” Bryce directed, her voice gentle as she sprung gracefully from the couch and headed toward the kitchen.

You settled into the cushions, picking a pillow from behind you to hold against your chest. Nodding a silent thanks, you took the water from Bryce and drank it down, the cold liquid cooling your heated cheeks.

“Fury texted me. She and Juniper saw you running out of Ruhn’s house before he came downstairs asking if they’d seen you. He’s been blowing up everyone’s phones, worried about you.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, but you found yourself unable to make eye contact with your friend as you muttered, “Yeah, I’m sure he’s heartbroken.”

Before you could react, the pillow was ripped from your arms, Bryce’s manicured nails practically digging holes into its fabric as her eyes simmered with barely contained rage.

“You may be my friend, but Ruhn is my brother. Explain to me why you think his heartbreak is amusing to you.” Your lower lip wobbled at her harsh words, the dam of your emotions about to break again.

Bryce loosed a breath, gently setting the pillow between you on the sofa as she spoke again, her voice softer this time. “I don’t know what happened, but he’s hurting too. Talk to me.”

The patterns on the pillow suddenly became much more interesting, your fingers tracing the stitching in the fabric while you found the courage to voice what you had heard at the house. “I was going to meet Ruhn for our anniversary dinner... but I heard them talking. I heard Flynn say that I was a bet. Even Dec-“

Shifting to rest on your elbows, you hid your face in your hands as the memory flashed too vividly through your mind. “Dec said he couldn’t believe I thought Ruhn was serious when he asked me out.”

You looked up to see Bryce’s own eyes lined with tears, her jaw set in anger as she processed everything you said.

“I’m a joke to them, Bryce. I was just a bet that he’s decided to string along for whatever reason. Maybe he does like me now, but...”

You couldn’t find the words, tongue twisted in knots like your stomach as thoughts eddied deeper and darker as you reflected on the past year of your life. 

Bryce’s hand gently reached for your own, holding them softly as she spoke. “I am going to speak with Ruhn and figure out what is going on. If he was such a dumbass to do something like that to you, I’ll kick his ass. But I feel like there has to be something more to it. They’re good males - stupid alphaholes - but they’re good males.”

You nodded, a flicker of hope sparking in your chest at the thought. They had always been kind to you... Surely that couldn’t all be fake?

“Why don’t you get dressed? I’m going to see Ruhn and I’ll pick you up some food,” Bryce promised, pulling you in for a warm hug before turning and heading out the door, phone already in hand as she fired off messages.

You returned to your room, feeling numb from the pendulum of emotions you’d swung on all evening. You vaguely remembered slipping on a t shirt and shorts, returning to the couch to find the channel on Fangs and Bangs before you fell asleep.

You bolted upright at the sound of a soft knock at your door, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes to look at your phone. Not much time had passed, but the bombardment of earlier messages from Ruhn and your friends filled the screen. 

“Are you there? Bryce told me what happened, and it’s not what you think.” A tense beat of silence passed between you. “Please just hear me out. If you’d rather talk to Bryce, she’s downstairs... But I brought food.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled, drawing attention to the hunger gnawing in your gut. Stomping towards the door, you flung it open to grab the food from Ruhn’s hands when his appearance shocked you still.

His violet eyes were rimmed red and swollen like yours, his hair a mess. He was dressed in an all-black suit, the shirt unbuttoned and tie loose. You hated how it tugged on your heartstrings to see him this way, how there was a part of you that could never hate him, even if what Flynn had said was true.

“Fine,” you snapped, snatching the bag of food before returning to the couch without a second glance. “You have one shot to explain.”

Ruhn sighed, the sound slightly drowned out by the soft click of the door closing behind him. You spared him a glance as he took a seat on the couch, careful to keep his distance.

The chipped black paint of his nails blended into his onyx hair as he ran a hand through it, his muscular leg shaking anxiously before he turned to you. Wholly still, Ruhn’s voice emanated with earnest when he finally spoke.

“Bryce told me what you heard, back at my house. I understand how it would sound, but that’s not at all what happened, and I first and foremost need you to know that you are not a joke. You have never been a joke - to Flynn, to Dec, and especially not to me. I was the joke in that room. They were teasing me, because, yes, asking you out was a dare of sorts.”

You felt the rage build in your chest at that, setting down your food on the table as you prepared for what he would say next - or so you thought you were prepared. 

“I remember the first time I saw you, when you came into the White Raven with Bryce. It felt like my world tilted on its axis,” he paused, shaky breath leaving his lips as his eyes went hazy, lost in the memory. 

“You were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, and when you smiled at me I forgot how to breathe. The entire room was staring at you, and you somehow didn’t notice.”

He loosed a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he fought back a smile. “Dec and Marc were teasing me. They saw how I reacted to you, how drawn to you I was. But you were so beautiful and charming, and could have had any male or female you wanted.”

Drawing your legs to your chest, you settled into the couch and fought back the tears in your eyes at his story.

“Flynn’s ‘bet’ was just that I wouldn’t have the guts to ask someone like you out. And I didn’t at first,” Ruhn laughed, toying with his lip ring before those violet eyes flicked up to meet yours. 

“But then Flynn said that if I didn’t ask you out, he would. And that’s when I jumped up from our table so fast I knocked Dec’s beer on me, and made a fool of myself asking you out like that.”

Ruhn looked down at your hands, his own twitching as though barely holding back from reaching for you. So you reached for him. The cold silver of his rings was a familiar comfort, and you felt yourself relax as his fingers twined tightly with your own.

“Dec didn’t think you’d take me seriously because I was a dumbass, asking out the most incredible female I’ve ever met while covered in beer and stumbling through my words.” You laughed then, and Ruhn’s entire presence seemed to brighten in response. 

“I remember. I thought it was cute. You weren’t the snobby fae royalty I would have expected, and I found it very charming,” you teased, a smile spreading across your face as you then relived the memory of the striking yet goofy male first approaching you.

“I am so sorry that I didn’t tell you that. It’s not exactly something that I’m proud of, that I was so nervous to ask you out. Flynn never lets me live it down.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, feeling embarrassed at how you had jumped to conclusions so quickly. “I feel like I ruined our anniversary. I should have stayed and listened to you.”

Ruhn’s eyes glittered like stars, his hands finding your waist to lift you into his lap. Hooking your arms around his neck, you straddled your boyfriend’s hips. Ruhn exhaled sharply through his teeth, causing you to lean back in alarm.

“It’s just a bruise, curtesy of Bryce.” You blushed, biting back laughter over your friend’s protectiveness. “You did not ruin anything. Flynn, on the other hand, got it worse than me,” he chuckled, nodding to his wounded side.

“You have a lot of people in your life who would do anything for you, including Bryce and myself. All I want is to spend the rest of our night together so I can show you just how much I love you,” he murmured, eyed lidded with desire as you settled further into his lap.

“I think I could arrange that,” you purred, leaning down to kiss Ruhn’s full lips before trailing his jaw, down his neck, his exposed chest. 

He picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the bedroom where you spent the night exchanging soft touches and sweet nothings until the sun rose the next morning.

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[ruhnweek]

Ruhn is truly a prince in his own right and deserves all the love. Let's celebrate our Crowned Prince the week of the 19th of May through the 25th!

Ruhn Danaan is a great character and deserves a week to celebrate him. He is Crescent City's bad boy prince, Bryce's big brother, and a son. He has done tremendous things such as getting the star sword, and saving Bryce from the Asteri.

The time between now and up until the date is supposed to give everyone enough time to think up ideas and begin to create for the event. Rules and Prompts will be posted shortly.

creators: @callmeblaire

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[demobatboys]

I Think We Both Know That Isn’t True Part 2 (Ruhn Danaan x AFAB Reader)

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan & AFAB Reader

Prompt: Part 2 of I Think We Both Know That Isn’t True

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, angst

Authors Note: Sooooo I got a little carried away and this one could definitely have a part 3 if anyone wanted it! Thank you to those who requested a part 2. And remember my requests are always open. 

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You sighed, picking your nails as you sat at your desk in the Aux headquarters. It was 4:35pm on a Friday and the clock seemed to be ticking extra slow as you waited for your work week to finish. It had nearly been a week since you had last spoken to Ruhn, you heart cracking for the umpteenth time as the sadness in Ruhn's eyes as you walked away flashed across your mind. You groaned, resting your head against the cool surface of your desk. You though that loving Ruhn from afar was one of the worst things you could experience but you were wrong. Not having him in your life at all was worse than anything you could have ever imagined. You had decided the night before, tossing and turning sleeplessly as you had been the whole week, that you would be the bigger person, apologise, and hope to the gods that he would want to remain in your life at some capacity.

Ruhn hadn’t been into headquarters all day, an incident in The Old Square keeping him and Tristan out of office for the entirety of the day. Declan was working from home, as he usually chose to do, and majority of the Aux had either knocked off early or were out patrolling, which left you at your cubicle alone. As the day has passed, the nerves in your stomach had broiled and bubbled, your heart stuttering and heavy saliva coating your mouth every time the doors opened and closed – only for you to have to calm yourself when you realised it wasn’t him coming through them. You and Ruhn had never fought like this before. There had never been this long of a period between speaking to one another, the only awkwardness between you had stemmed after you had given your body to him. And you had both decided to never do that again – against your deepest wishes.

Your suffering was cut short briefly before it revved back to life again when the doors swung open and Ruhn pushed through them, his mouth set into a hard line and eyes cold. The Starsword was slung across his back and you had to divert your eyes, stomach erupting into butterflies as he brought the bottom of his shirt up to wipe at the sweat on his brow – baring his glorious waist to you. He didn’t even spare a glance towards you as he strode straight towards his rarely used office, slamming the door behind him. The butterflies in your stomach ceased flying, dropping heavily, leaving nausea in their wake. “You can do this,” you whispered, shaking your clammy hands at your sides as you stood. “He’s your best friend,” you grabbed the pile of documents from the corner of your desk, taking tentative steps towards his office on legs seemingly made of jelly. Sure, he didn’t seem like he was in the mood right now but… if you didn’t do it at this very moment, you might never work up the nerve. Like ripping off a Band-Aid right?

You rapped your knuckles on the door, glancing through the square of glass. Ruhn whipped his head around, a frown etching its way onto his face as he took you in. He jerked his head, signalling you to enter. You pushed the door open, plastering a confident smile across your face as if your heart wasn’t thundering in your chest. There was no way he wouldn’t be able to hear it. “Hi,” you huffed nervously. Ruhn’s expression didn’t change – if anything he seemed bored. “Hi,” he muttered, eyes trained on the papers in your hands. “Oh yes,” you huffed nervously. “Just dropping these off,” you waved them a little enthusiastically before placing them on his desk. He nodded, raising an eyebrow, and glancing back at the door. Okay, you thought, now or never. “I was hoping we could talk?” you said, taking a step towards the empty seat on the other side of his desk. He let out a humourless laugh and rubbed a face over his hand. “I’ve had a shit day and this,” he motioned a hand between the two of you. “Is at the bottom of my priority list.” You stood rooted on the spot. Okay so, you didn’t think he would be this standoffish. 

“I know I’m sorry. You know me, my timing is always terrible,” you began to laugh but stopped when you realised he wasn’t joining in. “Look I just, I want to say sorry, and I want to talk to you about all of-,” he cut you off with another sobering laugh. “You’re the one who walked away. I didn’t realise you wanted to talk at all.” You wrung your hands together, itching to sprint from the room and never show your face again. But you held strong, standing your ground and smiling in frustration. “I don’t want to lose my friendship with you Ruhn,” you began. “That fight… it was awful. The worst we’ve ever had but. I don’t want to lose you over it. Not having you in my life at all is more painful than anything. More painful than watching you marry someone else. And I won’t have that happen just because of some things we said that we didn’t mean.” His eyes softened at your words, his frown slowly disappearing into that hard line again.

Your stomach flipped. Okay maybe this is a good sign, you thought, just need to nail the apology. “Look, I am really sorry about what I said and I’m going to re-evaluate both of our boundaries from now on,” you nodded. “It isn’t fair for me to act a certain way with you and then cuss you out for treating me accordingly. But same goes for you. If we’re sticking with friends, then… things need to stay friendly.” At this point Ruhn had his chin in his hand nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah… yeah ok. This week has been fucked – to say the least. And I understand where you are coming from and wanting to keep things… friendly,” he nearly choked on the word. “I guess I can forgive you,” he smiled softly in your direction, and you had to tell your heart to slow down before you passed out. “Why not do something for old times sake then? White Raven, tonight?” His eyes sparkled with mischief and you felt yourself grinning back. “Let’s do it.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You nodded your head along to the beat of the music pounding from the speakers below, as you sat on a stool at the upstairs bar, nursing vodka lime soda number…. Shit you’d lost count. You had met Ruhn here after you head headed home to clean up, heat descending from your stomach straight into your panties when you had seen him ascend the stairs to the bar in black jeans and a tight black tshirt. It wasn’t even different to his usual look, but when his scent had invaded your space as he sat on the stool next to you, you had to have a serious chat with your libido and tell it to chill the fuck out. This was a friendship and that’s how things would stay. Hours had past and the more you drank the more you felt yourself relax and begin to shift into the friendship space with Ruhn more. This is a cakewalk, you laughed to yourself. I don’t even know what I’ve been worried about. Friendship is easy. As you and Ruhn chatted more and more, mostly catching up after your week apart, your heart seemed to settle into a comfortable hum inside your chest.

“I just need to go to the bathroom,” he said, standing up. You nodded, hastily pulling your eyes from his backside as he left. You finished off your drink and settled back into your stool contentedly. Suddenly you heard Ruhn’s voice again, turning to send him a smile, thinking he was on his way back. Instead, your eyes landed on him and the Leopard Shifter you had caught making her great escape from the boys house last week. Your blood ran cold as she placed her hand on his upper arm, laughing at something he said. You turned in your seat, skin suddenly on fire, tears rimming your eyes. You focused on your breathing, in, out, in, out, trying desperately to calm yourself before he returned and noticed what was happening. You had nothing against the Shifter, she was free to do what she wanted and she was beautiful and graceful, of course he would stop to speak with her. It had jarred you just how quickly you had been ripped from the friendship bubble you had carefully built and shoved straight into jealousy mode.

Ruhn slid back onto his stool as you blew out a breath of frustration, frantically hoping your tears had been sucked back into your ducts and that you didn’t seem as flustered as you appeared. Your hopes were dashed though when Ruhn’s brow furrowed, his eyes scanning your face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, draining the remainder of his drink. You smiled at him unnervingly. “Nothing!” you said a little too loudly. “I think I’ve had too much,” you laughed pointing at your glass. “I should go.” You gathered your things and began to step off the stool when you teetered and nearly fell entirely, Ruhn grabbing your arm at the last minute. Your skin burned and a sob began to roll up your throat. “I don’t know if you should go alone, why don’t you come back to the house tonight so I know you’re safe.” “No!” you exclaimed, pulling out of his grasp. “No I.. I think I can manage on my own,” you huffed, attempting to flee again. Ruhn rolled his eyes as you walked precariously towards the stairs before he swooped in, taking your hand. You reared back, taking your hand from his. “That’s not what friends do,” you warned him. He held his hands up in surrender. “Ok but friends do make sure friends get to bed safe. Please, just come with me. You can have the bed, I’ll take the floor.” His eyes bore into yours and you felt any fight you had in you melt away. “Fine.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ruhn pushed open the door of his room before letting you enter. He had cleaned since you had last been here, it smelling more strongly of his cologne and musk than beer and mirthroot. You sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. You were still anxious, and the uncomfortable knot in your chest continued to grow as you watched Ruhn grab a shirt for you from his closet, turning towards the door as you got dressed. You stripped to your underwear and pulled the shirt on, sliding under the covers and breathing in the scent of his pillows. “Can I turn the light off?” he asked, his voice husky as he kept it low. “Mhmm,” you replied. The room was plunged into darkness and slowly your eyes adjusted to the moonlight seeping in through the window. You watched him remove his shirt and jeans, your pulse jolting as he moved towards the bed.

He went to drag a pillow from the bed to the ground but you grabbed his wrist. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Stay,” you mumbled, at war with your own heart. “In the bed. Please.” Ruhn only complied, lying down next to you. “This isn’t what friends do,” he reminded you. You nodded. “Maybe. But maybe these friends do.” He hummed, his hand finding yours in the dark. “Are you going to tell me what really happened at the club or not?” his question echoed in the dark. You swallowed thickly, the remaining alcohol in your system apparently making your brain and mouth work in reverse. “I was jealous,” you admitted, skin aflame. “I didn’t want to be but I was. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to get over it because…” you inhaled sharply, pleading with your brain to shut your mouth and quickly. “I’m in love with you Ruhn.” You statement hung in the air uncomfortably. Ruhn didn’t say anything and for a moment you hoped he had fallen asleep before your confession was laid out.

But no such luck. “You are incredibly confusing, my little warrior,” he breathed out. Tears filled your eyes again and you sat up, regret and embarrassment tumbling in your stomach. You started to get out of bed when Ruhn pulled you into him, resting your head on his chest, his heart thundering beneath his warm skin. “I’ve loved you since we were 12. My heart, it only beats for you. It’s what I’ve always tried to tell you. But I don’t think this is how we should be having this conversation right now,” he sighed, running a course hand softly down the side of your face. You screwed your eyes shut, pressing your face against the warm skin of his neck. “We can’t do this,” you mumbled against him. He only held you tighter, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Get some sleep sweetheart,” he murmured. “We will get to the bottom of this in the morning,” his raspy voice sending goosebumps across your skin. “Even if I have to tie you to this bed.”

#ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn x reader #ruhn danaan imagine #ruhn danaan fic #crescent city #crescent city fanfic

[5sospenguinqueen]

Hunt: We definitely blew Plan A.

Bryce: Time to activate Plan B.

Ruhn: What's Plan B?

Bryce: We don't actually have one yet. But, we have two and a half hours to come up with one.

#crescent city #crescent city incorrect quotes #crescent city imagine #crescent city drabble #crescent city headcanons #crescent city prompt #house of flame and shadow #house of earth and blood #house of sky and breath #hofas #hoeab #hosab #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #hunt athalar imagine #ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan imagine

[baylishh]

Don’t mind me, just sitting here…

Thinking about Ruhn…

And how he’d tease me relentlessly when he caught my eyes drifting along the body of another feminine form. As a pansexual, I’ve always longed for a partner who loved humans like I do… and would totally check people out with me because they’re secure enough in themselves and our relationship to admire people like that.

I think Ruhn would be that kinda guy. I think he would catch his partner checking out a girl’s ass and just grin, especially when he sees them catch and silently scold themself.

Imagine how he’d lean down and whisper in their ear, “It’s okay, Sugar -he places a soft kiss on the sensitive space just under their ear, and purrs into it- you can look.” His hand would slip down their back, giving their ass an encouraging slap and squeeze.

From then on you would tease each other relentlessly when you catch the other’s eyes roaming along another human.

(I don’t know how to explain this. Like, it’s not cheating because it’s consensual, blatant admiration for the human form with your best friend and lover. Ruhn is open minded and comfortable enough in himself to enjoy this and use it to his advantage in the bedroom 😏)

#ruhn x reader #ruhn danaan #Ruhn danaan imagine #text post #I love thinking about Ruhn #it’s been my favorite past time lately

[abruisedmuse]

Yeah, we never got Rowaelin babies. But we got Ace and Brann. Those boys, those attitudes, those personalities. Yeah that's a Rowaelin bloodline 😂 FOR SURE.

#hofas spoilers #i imagine that's how all of Rowan and Aelin's kids were #Rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin ashryver galathynius #lidia cervos #ruhn danaan #ruhnlidia #house of flame and shadow #Crescent city #throne of glass #tog

[utterlyotterlyx]

New Pages

Part Two

Modern!Az x Fem!Reader

Summary - After giving Azriel a chance to build your friendship, you find yourself needing more of him.

Warnings - none really, lots of fluff, some pining

Part One

The shock on everyone's faces was palpable when Azriel had stepped into the sorority house that calm summer afternoon, the windows were open and the curtains floated in the warm summer breeze that Feyre questioned was actually cooling them down at all, and the fans whirred, throwing out cool gusts of air as they turned about the room.

They were all sweaty, thin layers of it coated their brows and they all lay wearing as little clothing as possible without seeming indecent, the guys had their shirts wrapped around their necks, and the girls were clad in vest tops and shorts, all begging for some kind of release from the heat that had risen from the depths of hell to torture them.

Nesta thought the heat had finally infiltrated her ice cold soul, she actually thought she was dreaming when she peered up from her place splayed on the wooden floor with Cassian's arm draped over her midriff to see Azriel looking down on them dressed in dark denim shorts and a loose tank top wearing a smirk, "Am I seeing things or are you actually stood in our house?"

The sound of Nesta's voice made the rest of the room stir all turning their heads in unison to find Azriel stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets and hair falling over his face. Feyre sat up despite Rhys' groans of protest, wafting her face with her handheld foldable fan that possessed a swirl of ornate colour, of pale blues and greys, with birds sketched onto the surface, "I thought you were busy today?"

Azriel shrugged, "I am," then the padding of feet sounded from the hallway above, toppling down the stairs until you appeared at the bottom of the them, frowning at the sight of your friends cascaded about the living room.

Mor went to say something, something along the lines of what the fuck, but Rhys jabbed his heel into her shin and she instead hissed at the force, throwing Rhys a sidelong glance which he returned with a knowing smirk and raised eyebrow.

"You okay, Mor?" Mor hummed, forcing a smile and nodding at you, her eyes drifted over your figure, from your perfectly curled hair that hadn't dropped from the humid heat, to the pale yellow sundress with frilled shoulders, to the beige sandals that snaked up your calves, you had your usual leather satchel pressed to your side no doubt homing your sketchbook and pencils, and your makeup was simple and made your face shimmer in the rich sunlight.

"Peachy," Mor strained, rubbing her fingers against the throbbing patch of skin that Rhys had booted moments before, "Where are two off to?"

"Oh, I mentioned that I needed to stop by the book store for more supplies and Azriel asked to come with," they knew the bookshop that you spoke of, the one you went into every time you had an early morning class, it was a bookshop that had a section of art supplies and a little café in the back corner which was the place they'd always find you if you weren't answering your phone, usually finding you curled up into the comfort of a deep seated armchair, reading away mindlessly. You nudged Azriel with your shoulder, a soft sparkle in your eyes, "He needs more film for his camera."

Azriel was an art major but specialised in photography, he was always the one on road trips who would take the most breath-taking photos, of them or the landscape, his portfolio was incredible to sift through. He was really talented.

Azriel cleared his throat, "I have a project coming up, Muses of the Universe, need to make sure I'm stocked up," adjusted the long strap of his camera on his shoulder and smiled thinly at them, "Shall we go?"

Rhys was dumbfounded, he knew that you two had quashed the angst between you, but he never expected his brother to turn up at your house to pick you up for a day of what, shopping? "Are you wearing sunscreen?!" Nesta shouted after your retreating form, propping herself up on her elbows and scowling at the idea that you may not be.

A giggle floated through the hallway, around the open door and to their ears, "Yes, mum."

Then the door closed and the silence that flooded the room was confused, it was intense, "I'm sorry but since when?" Amren's eyes were wide below her dipped brows, her gaze flickering across the space to each of their faces.

Mor met her with the same incredulous glare, "Right?!" Mor kicked Rhys' chair, "You must know something."

Rhys' held his hands up in feigned surrender, "I really don't. Az hasn't said anything to us," he motioned between himself and Cassian, pushing his hair back away from his face and sighing.

"He crashed her book club," Elain entered the room holding a translucent water bottle in her manicured fingers, her hair was neatly tied to the back of her head, and she was wearing a loose pink blouse that was tucked into the waist of her flared white shorts. On her way out to see Lucien no doubt.

"Tell us everything," Feyre grabbed Elain by the wrist and pulled her down to the sofa, she scoffed at the action and ordered Feyre not to touch her with those sweaty hands again before relenting.

"All I know is that he turned up to her book club and recited one of her favourite passages, they've been fine ever since," Elain grimaced at the sweat that coated them all and stood from the seat, turning the bracelet on her wrist so that the diamond pendent lay visible against her skin, "Don't be a meddler," Elain poked Feyre's cheek playfully before chiming her goodbye and leaving the house.

Another warm gust floated through the window and they all groaned, internally cursing you and Elain who weren't bothered by the searing heatwave that had descended upon the borough as you pranced about the town and soaked up the sunshine.

The basket was full to the brim with books, some classics that had been released with new covers, and new additions to the plethora of series you had been reading, and finished, awaiting for the next to drop from the skies and into your hands.

Thank the Mother for aircon.

The bookshop was busy, possibly because it was one of the few places that offered shelter from the sweltering heat, and Azriel had watched you say hello to your classmates and the shop workers, he watched you ask about their days and if any of the things you had ordered had arrived yet.

Azriel had insisted holding your basket as you scoured the shelves, plucking books from their perches and reading the reverse, frowning in concentration as you tried to decide whether or not to add it to the pack waiting to return home with you.

Your eyes had spied something on the top shelf, and Azriel cocked his head to the side slightly as you tried to reach upward, your fingers barely brushing against the ledge of the shelf as you strained yourself, groaning softly as your heels touched the floor again.

Then a shadow cast itself over you, and you peered through your lashes to see Azriel stood behind you, arm outstretched and effortlessly taking the book from the shelf. Cedar and rain kissed your lungs and you shivered in delight as your fingers brushed against his to take the book he had offered to you, "Thank you."

Azriel smiled down on you, "Don't mention it," you didn't even look at the back before popping in on top of the pile in the basket, "Are you not going to make sure you want it?"

You hummed in reply, leading you both to the checkout, "Don't need to," you paid for the books and collected your art supplies, waiting to the side for Azriel to pay for his film, and once he did, he made his way over to you and removed one of the bags from your fingers, not accepting your protests as he walked into the café.

Oat chai latte, with cinnamon. You always had to have the cinnamon. You thanked him as he slid the beverage onto the glass surface of the table with the wicker legs, he sat down opposite you, running his hand through his hair and relaxing into his seat as he stirred his black americano with a dash of hot milk. A drink of tortured artist.

"Are you going to book club this week?"

Azriel's ears perked up at your question, the hope in your eyes told him that you wanted him there, "What's the book?"

"Little Women. Have you read it before?"

Azriel sipped the strong black beverage and cleared his throat, "There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind."

"You just keep on surprising me, Shadowsinger," your smile was bright and your soul soft and relaxed, your eyes held a sparkle within them that he would die for just to have them be the sky of his afterlife.

Before Azriel could reply, someone had called out your last name, the one he desperately wanted to change to his own one day. Ruhn scraped a free chair across the floor and sat with his chest against the back beside you, "I've been texting you," he grinned politely at Azriel, rife with confusion but polite nonetheless.

"Sorry, I left my phone at home," I didn't want to be distracted, you seemed to say and Azriel's heart skipped a beat, "What's up?"

"There's a football match tonight, thought you'd like to join us? Eris and Ithan are playing, they always do better when you're in the stands," Ruhn spoke knowingly and Azriel cringed at the mention of Eris' name, the guy who had made it very clear how much he liked you and still persisted, like Ruhn, to gain your attention. Not like Azriel could blame either of them at all for their desires, you truly were one in seven billion.

"Sure," you turned to Azriel, "Do you want to come?"

Azriel could feel Ruhn's fury at your question, but not toward you, toward him who held your gaze and nodded, "I'd love to."

"Great," you chimed, turning back to Ruhn, "We'll see you there," it was a polite dismissal, one that Ruhn despised but respected as he told you the time you'd be meeting before placing the chair back at the table he'd taken it from and walking back out into the sun, his golden skin glistening under its eye.

"So," he whistled, "Eris?"

"What about him?" You smoothed down the skirt of your dress and took a sip of your latte, sighing as the sweetness poured down your throat.

It was no secret that the eldest of the Vanserra clan pined after you, taking every opportunity possible to bask in your glow, "Has anything ever happened between you?"

A laugh fell from your lips and you shook your head, "Never. Eris isn't my type," you waved the idea away, "I like the romantic types, the gentle souls full of surprises. I want someone who tells me that they love me everyday, who makes me feel like I'm living in a novel. I don't think Eris is that guy."

Azriel saw your eyes glaze over, getting lost in the sentiment of old fashioned love, and he knew that he was the one to make those pure dreams come true.

Author's Note

Part 3??

#imagine #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #fanfiction #maasverse #rhysand #mor acotar #cassian #azriel x reader #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #eris vanserra #eris acotar #elain archeron #feyre archeron #feyre x rhysand #nesta #lucien vanserra #amren acotar #amren #acotar series #rhys acotar #bryce quinlan #ruhn danaan #ruhn x reader

[angstywaifu]

Masterlist

A master list for all my writings. Mainly for Fourth Wing and our rebellion boys. But I am starting ACOTAR so maybe we will see the bat boys I've heard so much about. Please note that my posting will go between being consistent to sometimes here and there depending on work and life things. But I am trying to write a few parts ahead for The Lost Sister (current main series).

Please include as much detail as possible when sending in a request.

Requests are Open.

Prompts Who I write for: Fourth Wing/Iron Flame

Garrick Tavis (main comfort zone)

Bodhi Durran

Xaden Riorson

Liam Mairi

Dain Aetos

Brennan Sorrengail

ACOTAR

Azriel

Rhysand

Cassian

Crescent City

Ruhn Danaan

Hunt Athalar

Smut - 💕 Fluff - 🌸 Angst - 😡

Garrick Tavis:

The Lost Sister (ongoing series) 💕🌸😡

Garrick Tavis Head Cannons 🌸

Just One Date 🌸

Reunited 🌸

Goodbye 😡

Goodbye Part 2 (coming soon)

Means To And End - One Shot Garrick POV 😡

I Just Want To Talk To Them 😡

Happy Birthday 💕🌸

I just Want To Talk To Them Part 2 - The Reward 💕

Garrick Tavis Dad Head Cannons (coming soon)🌸

Garrick Tavis Pregnant Reader Head Cannons (coming soon)🌸

Bodhi Durran:

Love Letters 🌸

Options 🌸

Ridoc Gamlyn:

Matchmaker 🌸

Xaden Riorson:

I Think I Deserve a Kiss 🌸

All Alone 🌸

Not Meant To Care 😡

Liam Mairi

Surprise🌸

Eyes On Me 💕

Brennan Sorrengail

Can We Not 🌸

Cuddle Head Cannons 🌸

Dain Aetos

You Think I Wanted This

Ruhn Danaan

Shut Up. Make Me.

Shut Up. Make Me. Part 2 💕

#fourth wing fanfic #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis #xaden riorson #garrick tavis imagine #liam mairi #liam mairi x reader #bodhi fourth wing #bodhi durran x reader #dain aetos #brennan sorrengail #brennan sorrengail x reader #dain aetos x reader #xaden riorson x reader #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing smut #azriel x reader #azriel x oc #rhysand x reader #rhysand x you #rhysand x oc #azriel x you #cassian x reader #fourth wing x reader #ruhn danaan x reader #hunt athalar x reader

[throneofsapphics]

his mark

Ruhn Danaan x f!Reader

Summary: Day 9, Ruhn and Piercings 

Warnings: piercing kink, light smut, mentions of blood, nudity, minors dni! 

kinktober masterlist

You weren’t certain why you agreed to this, only that it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now … 

“You can change your mind at any time,” you heard him say. He was gathering some equipment behind you. For some reason, him saying that only made you want it more. 

“I’m good,” you forced a deep breath into you, before relaxing back on the couch, legs curled up under you. But, the longer he takes the more anxious you’re going to be. You were wound tight as he made his way over to the couch, pausing behind you and gripping your shoulders. You sighed as his thumbs dug in, hitting the perfect spot and your body relaxed slightly. Still, you were a bit disappointed he didn’t have any needles or jewelry with him. The longer he takes, the greater chance of you backing out. 

“Are you scared?” He frowned, but there was an edge of teasing to his voice - almost like a challenge. 

“Of course,” you rolled your eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it.” Soft footsteps sounded, rounding the couch to stand in front of you. He took in the sight of you, your shoulders tight, hands clenching slightly. 

“Need help relaxing?” You shuddered at the look in his eyes, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, and nodded. “Say yes,” his voice sounded strained, like he was barely holding himself back. 

“Yes.” 

He flipped you, so you were straddling his lap, across his legs. He quickly tugged your shirt over your head, tossing it haphazardly to the side. At least his roommates aren’t home now … you glanced nervously towards the door but were distracted as he enveloped your nipple in his mouth. One that would soon have a piercing in it - his piercing. You’d already decided you wouldn’t let anyone else do it, besides it felt special, like he was leaving a mark one you. A permanent one, unless you decided to take it out. The pleasure went straight to your core as his teeth tugged at it. 

Too quickly, he stood, placing you back down on the couch. “I don’t think that helped me relax,” you frowned. 

“It’ll take the edge off,” he chuckled, and disappeared around the back of the couch. The edge off of what? Your head fell back on the cushion as you watched him, he came back moments later, supplies in hands. 

“Last chance to change your mind.” The glint in his eyes felt like a challenge. 

“I’m not changing my mind.” 

He grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the couch. He slipped some gloves on and wiped down the area before pinching your nipple, pulling it out slightly. “Deep breath in,” he murmured. As soon as he heard you inhale, the needle slid through. Fuck, it hurt. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on your breathing, and felt the sensation of the jewelry replacing the needle. But - you were surprised by the extra heat going to your core. The shadow of pleasure slipping amongst what was mostly pain. 

“Ready for the next one?” 

“Yes,” you said through gritted teeth, and felt the sharp needle piercing your skin as he murmured instructions. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted as the pain hit you again, and reminded yourself you wanted this. 

“It looks good on you,” you heard him and finally opened your eyes. His were glazed over with lust, staring at the piercing even as he wiped away the small droplets of blood gathering around the wounds. 

“Yeah?” 

He swallowed and nodded, and you pressed two fingers under his chin, tilting his head up to look at you. Those eyes, hel you loved them. You made a show of looking down his chest, right to where he was straining against his jeans. “I like it.” he interrupted you, and you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, finally looking back up at him. 

You’re not sure where the words came from, “why don’t you show me how much you like it?” 

He chuckled, and his knuckle traced the outline of your breast, trailing down your ribcage. “I like that idea.” 

#kinktober 2023 #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn danaan x y/n #crescent city x reader #crescent city smut #crescent city imagine #crescent city drabble

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Scoot over

frat boys x reader x Ruhn Danaan

a/n first time writing for cc don’t come at my neck.

summary: you had a long and shit day and come home to your friends ready to take care of you. One in particular.

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You parked your car by the house entrance. Noting the two cars already parked there. Light was streaming through the downstairs windows. A sense of ease instantly washed over you. The day had been long, and you would be lying if you tried to deny that you hadn’t been looking forward to seeing your stupid roommates. Yet you stalled for a moment. Giving yourself an extra minute for composure, you breathed out a deep sigh before stepping into the cold night.

The bickering caught you by the entrance. And even if you couldn’t see it, you could tell that it had to be serious. The view you were greeted with was far from what you imagined, however. Here they stood. Declan was nose-deep in his phone, ordering Flynn around as the male tried to stir whatever that was sizzling in the pan. Even if this felt more like an unsupervised toddler discovering cooking.

“What are you two doing?”, you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. A string of curses rang through the room. The two must have been seriously invested if they didn’t hear you come in. “Urd spare me," Dec sighed, placing a hand on his chest. “Fucking hell, I could have burned myself, woman," Flynn grunted, reaching for the spoon that had found its resting place in the sink. "Sorry, sorry, I thought you were solving world hunger, with all that noise and not trying to tame a house fire," you said, finding it endearing that the two even tried to make food when it had been your responsibility for a hot minute.

“You look like shit," Flynn pointed out bluntly, and Dec was quick to wack him on the back of his head. "Geez, thanks; you do know how to flatter a lady," you sighed, lifting your bags onto the kitchen island. “He’s been single for ten years; don’t expect him to still know what a lady is," Dec chirped, rounding the table to walk closer to you. “Fuck off, you have been single for way longer, dude," Flynn grumbled back, making you let out a slight chuckle.

But it was Declan’s amber eyes that pierced through you now. “No, seriously, what’s up?” A guy might be head first in his technology, but nothing ever slipped past him when it came to his friends. But it didn’t hurt to try, right? So you plastered on the best fake smile you could. “Nothing, nothing; you need help with that?” You pointed to the stove. Earning a loud no from Flynn. “First of all, rude. We can handle a pan. Second of all, you do know that we see through your bullshit?” You simply nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. Dec had become somewhat of a brother to you over the years together. There had always been something special about him. Something that screamed home.

“Do we need to call Ruhn?”, he asked softly, already reaching for his phone, but you stopped him with a shake of your head, “Will you vouch for our balls because I don’t want them on a Christmas tree?” His words managed to get a slight chuckle out of you, but you knew that it didn’t reach your eyes.

“Leave your shit here," Dec said, yanking the bags with food over the table. “Yeah, go upstairs and take a bath or something," Flynn chirped in. You knew that even with his back turned to you, he could sense the shift in you. “A support hug before you go?” Dec extended his arms out to you, and you instantly felt the same burning sensation rising. So you shook your head no, quickly wiping a couple of the tears away as you muttered, “I might start sobbing if you get close.”

Ruhn had been in a piss-poor mood all day. There wasn’t a single thing that hadn’t made him annoyed. His father, of course, graced him with a cherry on top as he sent Ruhn to the other side of the town to finish some of his dirty work. Yet all he wanted now was to smoke himself into the oblivious. Lay down, and not move for days. A sharp pain shot through his eyes as the sound of his phone ringing filled his car.

“What?”, he grumbled the moment he picked up. He was hoping the two hadn’t gotten into any trouble because he would probably leave them to their own devices just because he was in a piss-poor mood. “Y/n got home," Flynn’s voice was barely audible through the sizzling. "Great!", Ruhn grunted, but he already knew it. Had seen the notification of your car passing through the gates. “And she’s not feeling well." That was enough to make all the racing thoughts halt for a moment. “What do you mean?”, Ruhn asked, already starting his car. That last meeting could get fucked, for all he cared.

There was some grumbling on the other line until a much-smothered voice filled Rhun’s ears. “I think something really upsets her, or she’s just in one of her sad moods," Dec muttered, “She nearly cried, and she doesn’t cry." That same tightness clenched Rhun’s chest. Why today, when he was by the outskirts? When he couldn’t get to you fast enough. “I’ll be back as soon as I can," he tried to say, sounding unfazed. As if this only concerned him because you were roommates. But if he had managed to slip past Flynn’s radar, Dec had been on him for years. "Dec," Ruhn called out right before hanging up. "Yeah," his friend muttered. “You look out for her till I get back," Ruhn’s voice was barely a whisper, as if, by saying it any louder, he would chase it away. As if someone would wish bad will on it. “You got it, prince," Even if he couldn’t see it, Ruhn was convinced that Dec had the stupidest grin on his face. “Fuck you," he added before hanging up.

You didn’t bother to go downstairs. The bed was practically calling to you. Dec and Flynn found you between the sheets. And to your luck, neither one commented on the fact that it was Ruhn’s bed that you were lying in and not your own. After forcefully feeding you their noodle concoction, that wasn’t half as bad for the first attempt. The two had taken a guard dog position on either side of Ruhn’s bed. Talking about the most random stuff and, even without your noticing, chasing away all the bad thoughts one by one.

“So then I told him to fuck himself sideways," Flynn was on his fourth story for the night. Debriefing the last meeting he had. “I bet he loved that," Dec snorted, his hand absentmindedly moving up and down your ankle. “The old fuck just went on a rant about how that would be impossible to perform," Flynn huffed with a laugh.

And then, as if on cue, the energy in the room shifted. Growing heavy before it faded away. The sound of the rushed footsteps was hard to miss. You had barely managed to turn your head towards the it when the door to the bedroom swung open. “Out you two," the voice filled your senses even before Ruhn’s frame came into view. The two males snorted. "Okay, daddy issues; don’t yell," Flynn muttered, earning a middle finger in return. Dec gave your leg a couple of taps. “You finish that," he said, pointing to the bowl that still had some pasta left. “Will do," you muttered, giving him a slight smile.

As soon as the door was closed, Ruhn’s eyes met yours. "Hey," he breathed; he was breathing way heavier than usual. So he had either ran or been worrying ever since the two snitches told him about you. "Hi," you muttered in return. Watching him quickly undo his shirt before he yanked it over his head.

“Oh wow," you said, “you’re undressing quickly today." Ruhn let out a snort as he reached for his belt. His hands didn’t even tremble as he undressed. “You never complained about my speed before," he shrugged with a smirk. Reaching for his discarded clothes before throwing them across the room.

“Scoot over," he said, gently nudging your shoulder. “Get in from the other side," you grumbled. You had already warmed his side of the bed. “Scoot your cute ass over," he said, more like an order, and you knew him too well to not obey. It didn’t matter where or in what shape you two were. He was always sleeping on the side closer to the door. Even in his drunken or high state, if you two ended up in the same bed, this thing of his never faltered.

“My shirt?”, he chuckled as he moved closer to you. The territorial male inside him was clapping hands from joy at the sight of it. The warmth of him already making your body shiver in anticipation. His scent wrapped you in a cloud of happiness, followed by his strong arms that snaked around your middle. Fingers reaching just slightly beneath the material to meet your naked skin.

“I just wanted to feel you; it’s stupid," you breathed out as he nuzzled closer to you. Leaving a tender kiss on your shoulder blade here and there. “You should have called me," Ruhn said firmly. “You’ve been busy," you said quietly, turning just a bit so you could see his purple eyes. “Never too busy for you," he said. He didn’t miss a beat with his words, and you knew that they came straight from the depths of his heart. If there was one thing that he was great at, it was looking over the people he cared for.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, he asked after a moment of silence. "No," you said. “But do I need to kill somebody because...", Ruhn pushed slightly. “I'm sure those two downstairs are waiting for that too, so get in line," you breathed, reaching out to brush your fingers over his tattoo. Let your brain get lost in him. The warmth of him. The beat of his heart. The breathing. You didn’t even feel the tears running down your cheeks, just the way Ruhn’s arms tightened around your middle, bringing you even closer to him.

“It’s okay, let it out," he muttered against your ear. “I’ve got you gorgeous," his lips brushed against the side of your face. “It’s just a bad day," you hiccuped silently. “We all have those, baby," he said tenderly, his fingers moving to brush through your hair, massaging your scalp softly. Slowly dragging you into the tired, slumbery space. Your hold on him had loosened before you flinched slightly, wrapping your arms around him once more. “Will you stay with me?”, you turned back at him once more, your heavy eyelids drooping. A warm smile spread on Ruhn’s face, “I won’t move an inch, baby”, he muttered, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

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[shadowdaddies]

A Deeper Intimacy

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

Summary: just pure fluff taking care of drunk Ruhn

warnings: suggestiveness, non-sexual nudity, mentions of drinking

The sound of the door lock clicking drew your attention from your book as you turned to see the handle turn, a familiar face peeking through the door. Violet eyes twinkled above a lopsided grin, Ruhn sighing as he leaned against the door behind him, sliding the lock shut.

His gaze found yours, grin turning to a full, bright smile as he stumbled towards where you lay on the couch, watching him with amusement. “Hello, beautiful,” Ruhn murmured, clumsily flopping onto the couch as he bracketed his arms around your head, caging you in beneath him. 

Ruhn’s head ducked into your shoulder, his warm lips pressing softly against your neck. A giggle escaped you as his long black hair fell like a curtain around you, your hands finding purchase in his waves as his teeth tugged on your earlobe. “You seem like you had a good time tonight,” you hummed, a pleasant smile on your face as Ruhn continued his affections.

Hand sliding up your chest, Ruhn paused, eyes glittering with amusement. “You’re wearing my shirt,” he murmured, hand sliding over your breast through the soft fabric. A hiccup escaped him, your mate’s eyes widening slightly as he hiccuped again. 

Giggling, you pulled his hand from your chest, twining your fingers with his as you pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Yes, I am wearing your shirt. Now how about we get you into the bath, Prince Charming?”

Ruhn sighed, his hand tugging on yours as he sat up on the sofa. “Only if you join me,” he purred, winking before a hiccup interrupted him once more. Rolling your eyes, you stood from the couch, leading your mate towards the bathroom, leaning down to turn the tap, warm water pouring into the tub.

“Come on, love,” you murmured, tugging on Ruhn’s shirt as you urged him to raise his arms. “You get in the bath, and I’m going to grab you a water and some toast,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning to leave.

His hand caught around your wrist, whirling you back towards him as tattooed arms wrapped around you. A hand threaded through your hair, angling your head back as Ruhn pulled you in for a deep kiss, the sweet taste of whiskey on his tongue. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he breathed against your lips, arms slowly loosening their grip on your frame.

“I love you, Ruhn. I’ll be right back,” you promised, lingering in his warm hold for only a moment before heading towards the kitchen. 

Returning with a glass of water and toast in hand, you smiled at the sight of Ruhn, muscular arms draped over the sides of the bathtub, head leaned back with eyes closed in contentment. Padding quietly to the edge of the bath, you set down the plate, reaching to gently rub Ruhn’s arm. 

“Hey,” you whispered, grinning at the sleepy eyes that peeked open in your direction. “Drink some of this,” you murmured, passing the water to your mate. 

Ruhn’s fingers brushed yours when he took the glass from your hand, his throat working as he took a long sip of the water. “I thought you promised to join me?” he purred, tongue flicking out over his lip ring as he flashed you a feline grin.

“Mm, I believe so,” you replied, pulling Ruhn’s shirt over your head and slipped off your shorts. A low rumble sounded from his chest, violet-blue eyes tracking you with interest as you settled into his lap, the warm bath water soothing on your muscles.

Ruhn’s arms settled around your waist, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as you relaxed against him. “What are you thinking about, love?” you murmured, your own hands idly running up and down his arms as you admired his tattoos, his comforting touch.

Ruhn paused his movements, quiet for a moment before he pulled your back closer to his chest, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other brushing your damp hair from your neck as he leaned to press soft kisses down your shoulder. “Tell me how you fell in love with me,” he whispered, a near-pleading tone as your mate buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Silver lined your eyes as you recalled the first moment you met Ruhn, the way the room around you disappeared, an invisible force pulling you towards the beautiful male. He had your heart before you knew his name, and you sent a silent thanks to Urd for blessing you with such a mate.

You turned to look at Ruhn, facing him in his lap as you brushed dark hair from his face while you recounted the story for him. You hadn’t known such tenderness, such depth of intimacy before this, instinctively leaning against Ruhn’s chest, your mate pulling you into him as the two of you sat like that for a long while.

“C’mon, love,” Ruhn murmured after some time, never putting you down as he stepped from the tub, the both of you drying off before tucking into bed, sweet nothings and whispers of “I love you” exchanged with nearly every breath as you fell asleep in each others’ arms.

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[ruhnweek]

Introducing....

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For the first featured creator, I have @fieldofdaisiies !!

I wanted to reach out to writers who love to write for Ruhn. I spoke with Daisy about our beloved shadow daddy and here's what she said!

Q: what do you like most about ruhn?

"what I like most about him is how he cares about other people, let it be his friends, his sister, and also Lidia. He is very self-sacrificing and would go through hell for the people he loves."

Q: what are your key moments from the books?

"the time with hunt where they were in the dungeons and they talked and he literally gave his hand only so they could get free; how he helped save Lidia's sons; how he is there for her; and I loved the scene when he cried when he saw his friends again."

Please go check out her Ruhn fics in her masterlist! She's an amazing writer and I cannot wait to see what her works will be for Ruhn's special week!

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[demobatboys]

I Think We Both Know That Isn’t True (Ruhn Danaan x AFAB Reader)

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan & AFAB Reader

Prompt: (Self prompt) 

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Drinking, smoking (drugs), sex, swearing, angst

Authors Note: Sorry this is a little rusty I’ve been very slack with writing and just wanting to make myself jump into the deep end with it again. Also this was meant to have a happy ending but it just went... all angsty lol. Let me know if you would like a part 2 which I would attempt a happy ending with. 

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You swung the doors to the boy’s house open, squinting as your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the place. The stench of stale beer and mirthroot hit you, instantly causing your eyes to water. Huffing you moved about the trashed common room, flinging cushions back onto the couches, throwing open curtains to let some light into the room. Stalking to the kitchen you grabbed a rubbish bag from the counter before returning to the room and began picking up discarded bottles and cigarette butts, emptying ash trays. Suddenly you heard a cough from the stairs. Turning you saw a Leopard Shifter teetering on the steps, her hair a mess and heels in her hands.

You waved and shrugged. “Hey, don’t mind me,” you mumbled, continuing on your scavenger hunt for trash, hoping you might find an untouched bottle of liquor in the mess. “The guys aren’t usually the type to have an early start though, so I’d head out if you wanted breakfast.” She smiled bashfully, hopping down the stairs gracefully and out the door. You dragged the bag out of the house, tossing it into the empty bin before walking back inside. Tristan sat on the lounge, legs spread, Malana perched on his shoulder as he took a long sip from a bottle of water. “I don’t remember Ruhn taking you on as housekeeper,” he teased, winking at you. You felt your skin warm as you scowled at him, slipping off your shoe and throwing it at him.

He caught it with ease and laughed, tossing it lightly back to you. You caught it and put it back on. “I need to speak to him, is he here?” Tristan grinned lopsidedly at you. “Of course, he is, probably waited up for you all night…” he rolled his eyes. You huffed a laugh. “Yeah well judging by the shifter I just witnessed sneaking out, I don’t think I’m the reason he was up all night,” you forced a laugh, ignoring the clench in your chest. You walked to the stairs as Tristan snorted a laugh, your heart tightening again. “This was for the best,” you thought as you made your way up to Ruhn’s room. “We both decided this was how our relationship was meant to be. Friends. Friends don’t get jealous of casual sex.”

You repeated the lie in your head as you moved towards his door. You considered knocking but instead slowly pressed the door open, praying to Solas he hadn’t decided to have a threesome last night. Ruhn was sprawled out on his bed, arm thrown above his head, mouth open, light snores coming from him. The sheet was slung across his hips but thankfully you could make out that he at least had briefs on. His torso was lit up by the streak of sunlight that perforated through the window, highlighting his bare skin, the piercings through his nipples glinting in the light. It didn’t smell much better in here than downstairs, but you didn’t mind. You could hardly even register any other senses when your eyes were so kindly treated to the feast laid out in front of you.

Shaking your head, you moved slowly to the bed. As softly as you could you laid yourself on the mattress, rolling onto your side as you watched him sleep. Okay so friends didn’t get jealous over casual sex, and friends also probably didn’t do… whatever this was but it was different. Ruhn had been in your life since you were kids. You had grown up together, you had been there for him every time he had been at the hands of his father’s wrath, you had comforted him after the trials of his Ordeal. You were the first person he had told about Bryce being his sister, and not his cousin. And he had been your first… in so many ways. First crush, first kiss, the first person to make you do a keg stand, the person who helped you through your first mirthroot high, when you got the chills and were convinced you were going to pass out. And he was the first male you ever lay with. So, this kind of behaviour wasn’t foreign in your friendship.

But he was also your boss at the AUX. And now engaged to be married to the Queen of the Valbaran Witches so… whatever you wished this was, it just couldn’t be. “Staring is incredibly rude you know,” Ruhn mumbled, pulling you from your thoughts. You felt yourself warm, rolling your eyes to hide the little seed of embarrassment growing in your stomach. “It’s also incredibly rude to not see your sexual partners out the door in the morning. And here I was, thinking you were a gentleman,” you countered. Ruhn cracked an eye and smiled at you. You heart flipped in your ribcage so violently you were sure he could have heard it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, my little warrior,” he uttered, letting his hand reach across the bed to run down the bare strip of skin that peeked out between your top and pants.

You shuddered under his touch, and the nickname that rolled off his tongue. He had called you that since you were twelve and you had smacked Tristan over the back with a stick when he and Ruhn were play wrestling, claiming that you were saving Ruhn. You pushed his hand off you, rolling your eyes. “That pretty shifter who I saw this morning,” you remarked. “She looked a bit sad that she wasn’t getting a full B&B service.” Ruhn lifted his head, eyeing you warily. “Okay,” he laughed. “Now I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” You laughed and smacked his bare arm. “I didn’t pick you as someone who forgot about who they slept with the night before so easily,” you blurted. His face became serious, scanning your eyes. You suddenly felt bare and looked away from him.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone last night,” he emitted, gently grabbing your chin and turning you to face him. You met his eyes and were confused that you didn’t see a hint of humour or lying there. Only honesty. You breathed a laugh again, rolling your eyes. “I think were old enough now that we don’t have to lie to each other about these things you kn-“ your breath puffed out of you as Ruhn pulled you tight against him. “I’m telling you little warrior,” he pressed his forehead against yours as all oxygen left your lungs. “I didn’t. That girl must have been with one of the other guys.” You laughed nervously, trying to push him off you. “Ruhn, you have to let me go,” you struggled, pushing him with the strength you could muster. Which wasn’t much considering you were loving this, despite how wrong you knew it was.

“But I know how much you love my hugs,” he teased, pressing his forehead against your exposed collarbone. “Not when you stink like beer and sweat,” you countered, finally getting free from him. Your heart finally started to slow a little as you calmed your breathing. “I’m serious though, I wasn’t with anyone last night,” he persisted, sitting up and leaning against the head board. You nodded pursing your lips. “Ok,” you sighed, running a hand down your face. “You know I wouldn’t care though right?” you smiled, hoping you were convincing enough. Apparently, you weren’t. Ruhn’s mouth quirked up at the side, his eyes sad. “I think we both know that isn’t true,” he whispered. You felt your smile drop, suddenly looking away from him again.

“It wouldn’t matter if I did,” you uttered around the lump forming in your throat. Ruhns hand slowly pressed against your arm, gripping gently, urging you to turn to him. “You know it matters to me,” he said. “You know what I want, how I feel. You know I want yo-“ “But you can’t,” you interjected, standing abruptly and facing him. Suddenly your blood had turned hot, anger coming out to douse the sadness and heartbreak that had appeared at Ruhn’s words. “You can’t have what you want Ruhn, it doesn’t work that way. I know you’re content doing your own thing even though you’re engaged to a.. a.. Queen of all people, but I don’t want to be apart of that and I think… you need to respect my wishes. And right now I wish you had a shirt on,” you huffed, your chest rising as falling as quickly as the words came out of your mouth.

Ruhn sat on the bed his mouth agape at your sudden outburst. You felt the tears start to well, and it hit you that probably everyone in the house had heard your outburst. “Then what are you doing here?” he asked, his face suddenly becoming a mask of disinterest. You fumbled for a moment, not even knowing how to answer him. “I just.. wanted to come see you I guess and thought maybe we could go hangout downtown but maybe…” you trailed off, pressing your nails into your palms. “Maybe that’s not such a good idea,” he spat, seemingly finishing your sentence for you. “What no? I don’t think that it’s just-“ “It’s just what?” he ground out, throwing back the covers and stalking to his wardrobe. He pulled out a black shirt and black jeans as he continued. “You come over, climb into bed with me, and then suddenly you decide that you can’t do this?” He laughed wickedly, the sound jolting through you.

“I think you should leave,” he suggested, throwing his hair into a bun. Oxygen escaped you again. You wanted to fight, you wanted to push back. To have the chance to explain to him why you needed things to change, why you couldn’t go through with it even though your very soul ached with the need for his love. But you couldn’t. It felt as though every fighting atom had checked out for the day, already considering this a loss. You drew breath again and nodded, turning and leaving before he could see you cry. You traipsed down the steps again, your stomach sinking lower and lower, so quickly you were sure it was going to fall out of your ass. When you hit the last step, arms wound around you, spinning you around, into Ruhn’s chest. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your hair.  You let the tears slip onto his shirt as you shook your head. “I need to leave,” you whispered, and slowly you pulled yourself away from the man you loved, crying harder when you realised, he wasn’t going to chase after you this time.

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[danikamariewrites]

bestieeeeee,

bdsm + ruhn headcanons. like what kinks do you think of with him just like anything in general in this area. just gimme aNYTHING with this man pleaseeeeee

Ooommmgggg I have many many thoughts on this

Warnings: so many different kinks

Face sitting: chapter 3 is enough proof. He knows what he’s doing especially with that lip ring. You’re putty in his hands as soon as that damn lip ring brushes against your clit. He loves gripping your thighs ro keep you on his face and praises/encourages you mind-to-mind. Ruhn loses it when you start grinding on his face and he totally helps you move when it becomes too much.

Overstimulation: speaking of too much, he loves overstimulating you. It doesn’t matter if it’s with his cock, fingers, or mouth. Watching you whine and beg from any position has his dick hard. He’d start whispering in your ear, “Good girl. You can do it baby, come on one more for me sweets.”

Cock warming: Ruhn adores having you on his lap in general but when you sit on his cock he’s got heart eyes. He lets you sit in him when you’re bored, or if you want him really bad while he’s working, hell he would let you cock warm him in the middle of a party. He just loves having you close to him in all honesty

Dom/sub: I think Ruhn is a pleasure dom. I also think he’s a switch and has no issue being dominants by a female. When he is a dom you are completely at his mercy and you just become a pillow princess and he does everything for you.

Hair pulling: he loves when you pull on his hair. Ruhn loves being pulled into your body, taking in your scent and feeling you while he fucks into you. When he takes you from behind Ruhn wraps your hair around his fist and pulls on it when he’s close

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[captainsophiestark]

Not A Relationship Guy

Tristan Flynn x Reader

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Requeted by Anon! This is the Tristan Flynn part of "Az or Flynn" lol. Thanks again for enabling me to write about my faves! Hope you like it! Also, Happy Valentine's Day everybody!

Fandom: Crescent City

Summary: Bryce's good friend from Nidaros has moved to Crescent City with her, and quickly made an impression on a certain fae lord. But she's not interested in a one-night stand, and Flynn has made it clear before that he's not really a relationship guy.

Word Count: 5,252

Category: Angst, Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

When I'd first come to Crescent City, I hadn't known anyone other than Bryce. We'd grown up together in Nidaros, and now as adults, we'd maintained our close friendship even after she moved away. About a month ago, I'd joined her, following her move to the big city. I'd been terrified and out of my depth, with Bryce as my only connection in the massive metropolis. Now, I stood shoulder to shoulder with the top ranking members of the Fae Aux, screaming as we spectated the end of a beer pong game in the middle of a massive house party.

Things had certainly changed.

Declan and his boyfriend Marc stood on one side of the table, competing against a few people I didn't know. I was still relatively new, although my circle had expanded thanks to Bryce. Dec and Marc only had one cup left on their opponent's side, and then the game would be theirs.

The whole room screamed, a mix of heckling and encouragement, as Dec lined up his shot. Bryce hung off my neck, stone cold sober but shouting like the drunkest one in the crowd, which made me smile. Finally, after an extra moment's pause, Dec let the ball fly.

A moment later, it splashed into the cup, making Marc and Dec the winners.

The room erupted into cheers, no matter if people were rooting for or against Dec. A shot like that had to be appreciated.

The other team got a chance at redemption, but couldn't manage to get all of Marc and Dec's cups without missing. The game officially ended, with Marc and Dec's ten game win streak remaining unbroken.

"Boo!" came a loud voice, stepping through the crowd to the side of the table the losers had just vacated. Tristan Flynn stood tall, heckling his best friend across the table. "Somebody needs to take you two down!"

"Somebody just tried, Flynn!" Dec called back. "And you tried a few rounds ago, too. We're untouchable."

He and Marc did a little celebration, and Flynn rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that was with Ruhn as my partner. I just need a better partner, and then you two are done." His eyes turned to scan the crowd, landing immediately on Brcye.

"Quinlan-"

"Nope. No interest in being your teammate, Flynn."

He put a hand to his chest, mock hurt. "You wound me, Quinlan."

Bryce rolled her eyes. "You'll live. Besides, you're in luck. I happen to have the perfect partner for you."

Flynn raised an eyebrow in question at the same time Bryce gave me a hard shove forward. I turned to glare at her, but she just grinned back and gave me a little 'shoo' gesture. I narrowed my eyes at her even further, but turned back to Flynn anyway.

He watched me with a skeptical gaze. We'd gotten to know each other a little since I'd come to Lunathion, and we generally got along. That didn't make him trust me as a beer pong partner, though.

"Are you any good at pong, sweetheart?" he asked. I shrugged.

"I guess you're gonna find out."

With that, I turned from Flynn to quickly rerack the cups before picking up one of the balls on the table. I turned to Dec and Marc, waiting for one of them to do the same so we could shoot for who went first. They shared a look, then Dec stepped up, grinning at me as he prepared. I could feel Flynn hovering over my shoulder, but I ignored him as Dec and I locked eyes.

"Eye... to... eye," we said in sync, not looking away from each others' eyes as we let our first shots fly. I sank mine, but unfortunately, so did Dec.

I turned to Flynn. He didn't look impressed, exactly, but the wary skepticism had been replaced by a small, crooked smile.

"You're up," I said simply. Flynn didn't hesitate before stepping up to the table and going through the same procedure Dec and I had just done, but with Marc shooting opposite him. Like me, Flynn splashed his into a cup, but Marc's shot narrowly missed and bounced off into the crowd.

I let up a whooping cheer and high-fived Flynn, who was full-on grinning now. Marc and Dec just shook their heads.

"That means nothing," Dec called across the table. "You're both still toast."

"Yeah yeah, talk is cheap," I shot back. "Toss the other ball over here and let's get this upset on the road."

The game was truly a battle for the ages. The majority of the crowd had quickly rallied behind Flynn and I, since Dec and Marc had been dominating for far too long. They continued to sink shot after shot, but so did we. We held our own, using trash talk and head games and anything else we could think of to our advantage as the game went on.

I wasn't normally a super quiet person or anything, but since I'd been new to town and not in any party scenarios with Bryce's friends before this, I hadn't been ridiculously loud either. Now, however, I screamed, cheered, and jeered at the top of my lungs. With every celebration of success and mocking of the other team's misfortune, I caught Flynn staring at me more and more, an appraising look in his eye. I mostly ignored him, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a warm feeling in my chest when he grinned at me.

We both stayed focused and at the top of our games until, finally, each team only had one cup left. Marc and Dec had briefly pulled ahead, but Flynn had knocked out one of their cups to tie it. Now, the game rested on me.

"C'mon, you can do this!" shouted Flynn, putting his hands on my shoulders and jumping around a little to hype me up. I nodded, then turned to line up my shot as Flynn stepped back.

Marc and Dec were screaming, waving their hands everywhere to try and throw me off. The crowd screamed and the music blared, but I blocked it all out. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, my eyes laser-focused on the cup ahead.

Without giving myself time to second guess, I brought my arm forward and let the ball fly. A second later, it landed with a splash in the final cup of Marc and Dec.

"YES!" roared Flynn, and a moment later my feet had left the ground. He'd wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up in celebration. I laughed, absolutely beaming as Flynn set me down again.

"Alright, alright, it's not over yet!" Marc reminded us, bringing us out of the moment. "We get redemption shots."

"Even if you drag us into overtime, we're untouchable now," Flynn called. Our opponents ignored him, even as I joined Flynn's heckling and the two of us did everything we could think of to distract or psych out our opponents.

Marc shot first, and he missed. Me, Flynn, and apparently everyone else in the room held our breaths as Dec shook out his arm, then lined up his shot. Flynn and I waved our hands around, jumped up and down, and shouted things we thought might distract Dec, moving perfectly in sync like we'd been a team our whole life. Finally, Dec let the ball fly.

Flynn and I ripped our hands back to avoid any accidental interference that would cost us the game, and a split second later, Dec's ball bounced off the rim of our last cup. I reacted like lightning. According to the rules, once it hit the cup, it was fair game. I smacked it out of the way, off the table and into the crowd, before it could fall one way or the other.

"NO!" wailed Dec, sinking to his knees dramatically across the table.

"YES!" Flynn and I screamed in sync, and he picked me up again and spun me around. He put me down a moment later, still beaming, hands still around my waist. Our eyes locked, both caught up in the moment of euphoria, and he leaned towards me just a bit. I smiled, squeezing his arm but turning away to where Marc and Dec were still going through the stages of grief across the table.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to kiss Flynn. But I also knew he wasn't a relationship kind of guy. The three different females I'd seen him make out with throughout the party tonight were testament to that. I didn't want to just kiss him and then try to pretend to go back to normal as friends the next day, so instead, I focused on the euphoria of our win.

Flynn let the moment pass, too, as we gloated over Marc and Dec's defeat. Finally, after significant whining and complaining, they wandered off and another pair stepped up to challenge me and Flynn. We ran the table for the better part of an hour before stepping away to do other things, our win streak still intact.

I stayed at the party with Bryce for a little while longer, dancing and laughing the night away. Flynn joined us for basically all of it, making a point of paying attention to me, talking and laughing with me. He toed the line of flirting more often than not, and never wandered to other parts of the party even though Bryce spent significant time roasting him every chance she got. When she and I finally left the party just after two in the morning, we only got a few steps from the frat house before she turned to me.

"Alright, spill. What's going on with you and Flynn?"

I laughed, gently bumping my shoulder into hers as we walked. "Nothing's going on, Bryce. He's a friend, that's it."

"I've seen how he acts around his friends, and that's not it. I know you're new, but you must've noticed the difference too."

I sighed. "Yeah, I have. And I won't lie, Bryce, he's great. He's funny, I like talking to him and spending time with him. Obviously he's gorgeous. But based on everything I've seen from him, he's not interested in an actual relationship with somebody. Likewise, I'm not interested in making out with somebody at a party and having that be the end of it. So I think it's best if we just stay friends."

Bryce nodded thoughtfully, letting a comfortable silence rest over us for a few blocks as we walked side by side. I thought that was the end of it, but then she chimed in again.

"I've never seen him keep flirting with somebody as long as he did with you tonight. Normally if he hasn't gotten what he wanted in about twenty minutes, he moves on."

I didn't respond. I mean, what was I supposed to say? I wasn't sure Bryce really knew what she was trying to say either, and a second later, she moved on with a curse. I looked at her in question, and she sighed.

"I just got a text from Jesiba. I have to go into work in the morning."

I winced in sympathy, then let Bryce complain to me the rest of the way home. I fell into bed after promising her some kind of baked good when she got home tomorrow to help her get through the work day, and figured that would be the last of the discussion on things with Flynn.

I was very, very wrong.

For the next few weeks, whenever I did any activity that included Flynn, he took every opportunity he got to flirt with me. I never reciprocated, but I didn't totally shut him down either. More than a few of my friends other than Bryce had mentioned it, but I usually brushed their questions off. Flynn and I got on like a wild fire, there was no denying it. But just staying friends, hopefully good friends, still seemed like the best choice to me.

Around a month after Flynn had first started flirting, our whole extended group had decided to go out to the White Raven together to dance the night away and do whatever the hell we wanted to do. Bryce shot me a look on our way out the door, and I raised an eyebrow after locking the door behind us.

"You look good. Are you going to keep ignoring Flynn, or are you finally planning to do something about him tonight?"

I waved her off. "I already told you, Bryce, I'm not-"

"Interested in a one-time thing, yeah, I know. And that's fine. But he's been chasing you for a month. I think you should talk to him, let him know you're not interested."

"I'm sure he'll lose interest soon enough, B. Probably tonight, when he finally gets a break from work to the point that he notices some pretty thing dancing next to him and forgets he ever had a thing for me."

She gave me a skeptical look, but I ignored it. Flynn had become my best friend other than Bryce over the last month, but I wasn't about to start kidding myself that I might be the exception to his lack of interest in relationships.

Bryce and I were the last to arrive, and we found the rest of the group already posted up at a table, the first round of drinks ready to go. Flynn was already out on the dancefloor, and after saying a quick hello to the rest of our friends, I decided to go join him.

"Bryce? You in?"

She grinned and shook her head at me. "Nope. Have fun."

I narrowed my eyes at her, making sure she knew she wasn't being slick and that her implication wasn't appreciated. She blew me a kiss, and I rolled my eyes before turning from the table to go find Flynn on the dancefloor.

"Hey!" he cried, lighting up as soon as he saw me. "Finally!"

He grabbed my hands without hesitation, twirling me around him in the middle of the dancefloor. I smiled and laughed, then fell forward as he pulled me to his chest. I rested my hands on his shoulders, swaying to the beat with him, his beautiful eyes and devilish smile making my heart race. His hands drifted down my waist to rest low on my hips, and it was enough to shake me out of the moment.

I smiled, but put a little more space between us, and Flynn took the hint. He twirled me out and away from him again, and when he pulled me back this time, he dropped my hands. The two of us danced our hearts out, leaving a bit of space between us, letting the music completely take us over. Flynn's eyes still raked over me, but I just grinned back at him as I moved to the beat.

We spent a long, long time out there, dancing our hearts out without caring if we were good, making absolute fools of ourselves. Flynn's eyes stayed locked on me the whole time, that stupid grin never leaving his face. I tried my best to ignore it and just enjoy the moment with the frat boy I'd somehow become best friends with.

Finally, after the song switched again and Flynn showed no signs of slowing down, I had to take a break. I stopped dancing and stepped forward into his space, and Flynn mirrored the move, even leaning down a little so it'd be easier for me to shout into his ear.

"I'm gonna run to the restroom!" I called, still barely able to be heard over the noise. I leaned back and Flynn nodded at me, shooting me one more grin before I turned and headed off through the crowd.

I ducked past all the drunk patrons, and luckily for me, found no line at the bathroom. I paused at the sinks before heading back into the fray to splash some cold water under my eyes, waking me up a little and removing any misbehaving mascara. Then I sighed, gave myself a giant smile in the mirror, and headed for the door back to the rest of the club.

When I stepped into the hallway, to my surprise, I found Flynn standing a few feet from me. He smiled when he caught sight of me, and I came to a stop just in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the wall.

"What are you doing?" I called over the pounding music still coming from the dancefloor. Flynn's grin just widened and he pushed off the wall, moving to stand in front of me. He braced one arm on the wall over my head and leaned in, crowding me and bringing his face down to within inches of mine.

"What I've been wanting to do since we kicked Dec's ass at pool," he responded, his voice low and throaty, just loud enough to be heard over the music. His eyes darted to my lips, and then he was leaning in, intention clear.

My mind went blank as I stared back at him. He was one of the most handsome males I'd ever met, and I really did love talking to him and spending time with him. My heart raced at his proximity, and I'd never admit it to Bryce, but I wanted to kiss him, bad-

But then I thought better of it, as a group of female shifters passed us, staring and giggling into their hands. How many others had Flynn cornered in the hallway like this, for a physical release before he never called them again? How many females in this club had stood in the same place I did now, with the same male?

I pulled away at the last second, ducking under Flynn's arm to get some space from him. He whirled around to look at me with a frown, arms held out at his sides, clearly wondering what the hell I was doing. He took a step towards me and I took one back, which made him freeze on the spot.

"Sweetheart... what's wrong?" he asked, voice laced with confusion and concern. I wrapped my arms around myself and shook my head.

"I don't... I don't want this, Flynn. I don't want to make out with you in a dark club or hookup at the frat house. I don't care that you like to do that, it's your choice and you clearly enjoy it, but I don't. I don't want to be another fling or hookup or whatever before you move onto the next pretty thing that moves."

Flynn scowled. "What? That's not-"

"You've said yourself that you're not a relationship guy, Flynn. I've heard it a dozen times hanging out at the frat house. And that's okay. But I am a relationship person, and I care about you, a lot. Staying friends with you is more important to me than making out with you one time in a club hallway, only for you to turn around and grind with one of the shifters staring you down half an hour later."

Flynn's whole posture deflated, his expression dropping as he looked at me. I pursed my lips together and tried to give him a sympathetic look.

"Sorry, Flynn. I just... I really think this is for the best."

I didn't wait for a response before turning on my heel and heading back out to the dancefloor. I hadn't expected to care so much, but I could feel my heart threatening to shatter in my chest, and I wanted to get out of here before its resolve totally crumpled.

I reached our table to find my friends laughing and talking, Bryce mercifully on one end of the booth. I leaned in when I reached her, and her demeanor immediately became serious when she heard the tone of my voice.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna head home."

She pulled back and whirled around to look at me.

"What? Why?" Her eyes narrowed. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened. I just... I'm ready to go. You don't have to come, I just thought I should let you know."

She scoffed at me, turning away just long enough to scoop up her purse before standing with me.

"Let's go."

I shot her a grateful look, and she linked arms with me without a second look over her shoulder to the males at our table as we headed for the door. I didn't follow her lead, and when I looked back, I saw Flynn up against the wall again, some gorgeous female in front of him and leaning in with obvious intent in her eyes. That little piece of my heart I'd been trying to hold together finally splintered and broke away.

I hadn't wanted to talk about it, but Bryce managed to get the full story out of me before I went to bed. She looked thoughtful, and clearly had some opinions she wanted to share, but I was exhausted and hurting and didn't want to talk about it. Thankfully, that must've shown clearly enough on my face that she let it go.

At least, until I wandered into the kitchen the next morning.

"You look like shit," Bryce said in lieu of good morning, sliding a cup of coffee across the counter towards me. I narrowed my eyes at her, but took the coffee anyway.

"Thanks. That's about how I feel."

"So... do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay, then I will. Why are you pretending you don't have a thing for him?"

"Who said I was, Bryce? He's absolutely gorgeous and I love spending time with him. He's funny, and chaotic in a good way, and I love talking to him. He's become my best friend here, other than you. But I want to date him, not hookup with him. So there's no point talking about it."

"Are you sure he doesn't want to date you, though?"

I fixed her with a look that communicated clearly how stupid I thought that question was. She shot right back with a fierce look of her own.

"I'm just saying, I haven't seen him with anyone else since you two started hanging out. And he hasn't talked about the single lifestyle since then, either, or even joke-flirted with me."

I sighed and shook my head. "I saw him with somebody as we were leaving the club last night, after I officially shut him down."

Bryce just hummed, eyes narrowed in thought as she sipped her own mug of coffee. I didn't like one thing about that look, so I quickly picked up my mug and headed back to my bedroom.

"I'm getting dressed, and then I'm probably gonna head to the gym. I'll see you tonight!"

I shut the bedroom door behind me before Bryce had a chance to say anything, heaving a sigh of relief the minute it was closed.

I changed quickly, but waited to leave my room until I heard Bryce go into her own. I didn't want to be ambushed and forced into another talk, hence why I was going to the gym in the first place. It would be a good way to lose myself in my music, and to be distracted from feelings by the pain in the rest of my body.

I stayed at the gym for an hour, then took my time showering and getting dressed in the locker room. I stayed under the hot water for a lot longer than usual, trying to wash away the hurt feeling still curled in the center of my chest. It was my own fault, catching feelings for somebody who I knew didn't want a relationship. But that didn't make it any less terrible to try and recover.

When I finally left the gym, the sun was high in the sky, which gave me hope that Bryce might be at work when I got home. I knew I'd have to face her and that thoughtful look she'd had sooner or later, but my preference was later, and I wanted to do everything I could to push that conversation off.

Luckily, our apartment was empty when I pushed back through the door. I sighed, throwing on the first thing that looked good on the tv and heading to the kitchen to make myself some lunch. I'd just settled into the couch and taken the first bite of my sandwich when a knock on the door disturbed me.

Not many people could make it up to our apartment from the lobby, so I knew I couldn't ignore the knock. I set my sandwich down with a huff and crossed the room, not bothering to check the peephole before flinging the door open.

I immediately regretted my decision when I found Tristan Flynn standing before me, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. I frowned, glancing over his shoulder for any sign of the rest of the frat pack, but he was the only one in the hallway.

"Flynn, what- ACHOO!"

My head flung forward violently at the smell of the flowers in Flynn's hands, and I groaned as I straightened up on the other side of the sneezing fit. I looked up at him again, this time through slightly bleary eyes. He looked a little panicked.

"Fuck. Are you allergic to flowers? I told Ruhn it was a stupid idea-"

"Wait, did you bring those for me? Did Ruhn tell you to bring those for me?"

Flynn grimaced. "Yeah. It's a long- hold on."

He cut himself off when he noticed me scrunching my nose, trying to fend off another sneezing fit. He took a few steps back to a pot down the hallway, then with a wave of his hand and a little of his magic, he buried the bouquet in the dirt of the fern.

"Fertilizer," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he returned to stand before me. "Sorry about that."

"That's okay..." I still sounded a little stuffy, but hopefully that would stop soon now that the flowers were out of nose-range. "What... what are you doing here?"

He sighed, staring at the ground for a few beats before abruptly looking up at me. His warm eyes met my own, and that little shard that had broken off last night dug itself in a little harder, almost making me wince in pain.

"I needed to talk to you. I... came to ask you out."

I laughed. When Flynn's face stayed just as grave and serious as it had been, more serious than I'd ever seen him look, I stopped laughing.

"Wait... are you serious?"

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for laughing, by the way."

"I'm sorry, I just, I don't know. Bringing flowers to my door to ask me on a date doesn't really seem like your thing."

"No shit. I almost killed you with those stupid flowers a minute ago." I cracked a smile again, and finally, a smile made its way onto Flynn's face too. He blew out a long breath, then shook his head. "Look, I know I'm not good at this. I've had a lot of practice and time to get good at other things, but... not this. But I don't want you to be a hookup. I've never had more fun in my life than whenever I spend time with you. You're funny and smart and gorgeous, and I haven't given a shit about other females since you sank that first shot in eye-to-eye. So I'm here to ask you on a real date. For... a real relationship."

His face scrunched up a little at the word, and my eyebrows shot into my hairline.

"You know people are usually excited when they talk about a relationship, right?"

"I am," he said, pinning me with the intense stare he normally reserved for Aux business. "This is just... new to me. I'm figuring it out. But I know that I want you, and no one else. I made fun of Quinlan and Athalar for being so sappy about all that 'dating your best friend' shit, but... having met you, it actually sounds kind of nice."

A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, especially as Flynn fidgeted in front of me. I'd never seen him nervous like this, probably because he didn't usually fear rejection for meaningless make outs. But that thought brought another image to my mind.

"What about the female in the club last night?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. I failed, emotion breaking through, but at least I'd tried.

Flynn raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"The one you were getting hot and heavy with when Bryce and I left," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Flynn just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Please. She was drunk as hell and throwing herself at the first male she found attractive. Not that I would've minded before, but..." He rested one arm on the doorway above me, leaning into my space with a confident smirk that made my heart race. "Last night I had other things on my mind."

I fought and failed to keep a smile off my face, my gaze dropping from Flynn's. My heart raced at his words and his proximity, and I knew he could hear it. I expected him to rub it in, but instead, he let out a long breath.

"Look, you shot me down last night, and I don't want to put pressure on you and ruin our friendship or whatever. So it's not an issue if you say no, alright? But if you give me a chance..." I looked up, just in time to see that insufferable smirk on his face. "I plan to make the most of it."

This time, I didn't bother fighting the smile as it spread across my face. I rested a hand on Flynn's shoulder and leaned in closer, until I could place a soft kiss on his cheek. His hand immediately dropped from the doorframe to my waist, pulling me tight against him, but I just smirked and leaned back.

"I'm up for a date, Flynn. What did you have in mind?"

He practically growled as his eyes roved my face, down the rest of me, and back up to meet my eyes. More than a small part of my brain wanted to take advantage of the empty apartment behind me, but the rest of me won out. I wasn't about to make it that easy on him.

"I was thinking dinner. Drinks. And then... whatever else we feel like doing, after that."

Everything about Flynn's tone and body language made it clear exactly what he had in mind for "after that". I smiled, leaning into him a little further, bringing one hand up to run it through his hair. Flynn's eyelids fluttered.

"That sounds like a great plan, Flynn. What time do you want to pick me up?"

"Seven?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

With that, I slipped out of Flynn's grip, shooting him a wicked smirk and wave before shutting the door on him.

"What the fuck?" I heard him yell from outside. I just laughed.

"I've got things to do before our date tonight, Flynn!" I called back, knowing he could hear me just fine through the door with his fae hearing. "If you seriously waited a month, I think you can handle a couple more hours."

I could hear him grumbling on the other side of the door, but I just returned to the couch and my waiting sandwich. After a moment, he called out again, loud enough to still be heard.

"Fine! I'll see you tonight then, sweetheart. Get ready for the night of your life."

I didn't respond, not least of all because I didn't trust myself to. If Flynn was all in, then so was I. And I absolutely couldn't wait for our date tonight, from the dinner to the drinks to whatever might come after.

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