#big brother ruhn

[whatisamettafor]

s.seidel.art on insta is doing a dtiys, the idea being, draw big brother Ruhn and baby Bryce bonding and it's probably the most brilliant thing I've ever seen. All the entries are SO cute so far.

#ruhn danaan #bryce quinlan #cresent city #big brother ruhn #he's just so happy to be a brother #ruhn's a good guy

[shadowdaddies]

Oh my thank you so much for that Lucien one shot! It was perfect! And I do actually have an idea for a Ruhn thing as well🙈 so if you feel up to writing it:

How about reader has a big event that she is very proud of and worked hard and long on, like for example she published her first book or something, and she is so damn proud of it and really excited for all her friends to be there with her and her boyfriend Ruhn as well, but they all forgot, and Ruhn mixed up the date or something and is at a big party with the others completely unaware. Just super angsty but with a happy ending perhaps?

Hi! I'm so glad you liked it, thank you for the requests 💜

Forget Me Not

Ruhn Danaan x fem!Reader

Smoothing the skirt of your dress, you strode proudly towards the Fae Archives. The library was bustling, full of people there to celebrate your new book launch which you’d worked years towards. Cheers greeted you as you entered the reception area, champagne and hors d’oeuvres passed on trays under the light of the chandelier.

You smiled broadly, joy radiating from every fiber of your being as you thanked each person who offered you their congratulations. You were, however, sidetracked in search of the only person whose presence mattered to you, Ruhn. The prince was nowhere in sight, and you began weaving through the crowd frantically for the one person who could keep you grounded and comfortable tonight.

As you jostled your way through the crowd, your eyes locked with Bryce’s her red hair like a beacon in the room. She waved to you, a smile beaming on her face as you walked towards each other.

“Hey honey, I just finished my shift at the archives. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stop by earlier, but this is a hit!” Bryce gushed, pulling you in for a hug. 

You smiled ruefully at her, thankful for her presence as you tried not to be too obvious that it was her brother’s that you were seeking. “Thank you for stopping by anyway, Bryce. Have you seen Ruhn, by chance?” you asked nervously.

Amber eyes softened as her smile disappeared. “No, I haven’t seen him.” Her hand reached out to hold yours, giving it an encouraging squeeze. “But I’m sure he’ll show soon.”

You nodded, too preoccupied in your own thoughts to fully listen as she continued on about the evening and your book. You were brought back to reality by the feeling of your phone buzzing in your pocket, sending Bryce an apologetic smile as you pulled it out to check.

On the screen was a message that had your blood heated. 

Ruhn: Hey princess, are you coming by the party tonight? Been looking for you everywhere

Nostrils flared, eyes twitching, your grip tightened around your phone as you read the message. He forgot. The stupid bastard threw a frat party on your release night. 

Bryce’s eyes widened, her hand reaching tentatively for your phone as she took it from your hand, reading the message for herself. “That idiot,” she groaned, pinching her nose with a sigh. 

Her eyes flicked to yours, enviously long lashes batting against her freckled cheeks as her pitied stare gazed upon you. Swallowing thickly, you forced a weak smile. “Thank you for coming, Bryce,” you managed, barely above a whisper before fleeing from the building. 

You sat in your car, folding your arms as you laid your forehead against the steering wheel. Your phone was buzzing incessantly against your thigh, but you threw it into the passenger seat as you drove home. 

Slamming the car door shut, you trudged your way up to your apartment, locking the bolt behind you as you stripped your clothing, padding towards the shower. The hot water burned against your skin, a soothing distraction from the whirlpool of emotions within you.

Stepping out, you finally felt clean and relaxed enough to fall asleep as you checked your phone, over forty unread messages from Ruhn on your home screen. Pursing your lips, you read through each one - the confusion, the sorrow, the apologies as he remembered the importance of the evening for you.

Tears stung, your heart calling out to him while your mind insisted on sleep. You crawled under the covers, bare as you curled up and tried to fall asleep. A familiar click of your door lock sounded, rousing you from your slumber as boots trudged towards your bedroom.

The door creaked open to reveal a teary-eyed Ruhn, bags under his violet eyes as they softened at your half-asleep form. 

“Hi,” he whispered, holding back a choked sob as he closed the door softly behind him. You simply stared, curly tighter into yourself as you bit your lip, forbidding yourself from shedding any more tears tonight.

“I am so, so sorry, princess. I really thought that your event was tomorrow. I never, ever would have planned a party had I known. Please, I need you to understand,” he begged, crumpling into himself as his elbows dipped against the corner of your bed, his face buried in them.

You let out a shaky sigh, eyeing Ruhn for a moment before nodding your head for him to join you. He smiled, shedding his outer clothing as he lifted the sheets, scooting towards you under the covers. Frustrated, you allowed yourself to sink into his warmth despite your anger, falling asleep quickly in his arms. 

You awoke to the smell of cinnamon and butter, stumbling out of bed to find Ruhn frying a pan of French toast for you. You cracked a soft smile, before remembering the events of last night.

Your eyes shifting towards Ruhn in a glare, recognizing the instant guilt in his eyes, shoulder slumped as he looked to you. “I am so sorry about last night. It hurts me that I could ever forget something so important to you. I vow to never let that happen again. I am so sorry,” he cried, sniffling as he scooped the toast onto your plate.

Your gaze softened, understanding the sincerity of his tone. “Well, as long as it doesn’t happen again,” you teased, taking a bite of the toast on your plate. You moaned, eyes rolling back as you chewed. “Or as long as you make it up to me with this,” you gestured towards the cinnamon treat in front of you.

Leaning up to kiss him, you licked the syrup from Ruhn’s lips, a smirk spreading across your own as you relaxed to focus on your own plate. Ruhn smiled at you, tongue toying with his lip ring as he admired you in the morning light.

“I have plans tonight, to make up for yesterday. I know that nothing can really make up for my failure, but I want to take you to dinner. Please?”

You smirked, shaking your head as the wide blue eyes that watched you, knowing you could never say no. “Alright, alright. Try to make it up to me tonight,” you teased, shoveling a forkful of breakfast in your mouth with a grin. 

“Perfect. I’ll be back later to pick you up. Wear something nice, that you can dance in. Alright?” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss your cheek before heading out the door.

Later that evening, you slipped into a silky lavender dress, hair curled in loose waves. You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when the front door unlocked, Ruhn calling out your name as he closed the door behind him. 

Stepping out of your room, you stumbled as you took in the sight before you. Ruhn was dressed in an all black suit, perfectly tailored to show his physique. His eyes wandered around the room, widening as his gaze landed on you.

A swallow worked its way down his throat, Ruhn’s jaw going slack as he stared at you in a trance. Your giggle snapped him back to reality, violet eyes darting to yours as an embarrassed laugh escaped him.

“You look... There are no words to do you justice. I do not deserve you,” he murmured, eyes soft as he approached where you stood. Warm hands wrapped around your waist, giving a light affectionate squeeze as he rested his forehead against yours. “Now, let’s go celebrate you.”

Ruhn led you downstairs, calling a car to drive you to dinner. “Plan on a crazy night, do we?” you teased, sliding into the car with Ruhn closing the door gently behind you. 

He seated himself on the other side, taking your hand in his as the driver took off down the street towards the Old Square. When the car stopped in front of The White Raven, you flashed an unimpressed glance towards Ruhn. 

“This is what you planned for a special night to celebrate?” you asked, lips pursed as you folded your arms across your chest.

Ruhn laughed, pressing a kiss to your hand before opening his car door. “Just trust me,” he said, swiftly exiting the car before running around to open your door for you. Helping you out, Ruhn thanked the driver, placing his hand on the small of your back as he led you to the entrance of the club.

Opening the door, Ruhn stepped to the side as he ushered you in, the sight before you taking your breath away. A large banner saying “CONGRATULATIONS” spanned the length of the bar, streamers and balloons decorating the entire space.

All of your friends were there, dressed in their finery as they cheered at your entrance. Tears immediately filled your eyes, your head whipping to wear Ruhn smiled softly at your side.

Leaning in, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “The plan was to surprise you with this afterparty all along. My dumb ass just mixed up the dates,” he admitted softly. 

Your heart melted at his words, and you reached out to him without a thought, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Whoops and hollers sounded from around you at the shameless public display of affection, and you laughed against Ruhn’s lips before pulling away.

“Thank you. This means so much to me, and I am so grateful for you,” you whispered, admiration in your eyes as you brushed Ruhn’s long black hair behind his ear.

A broad smile took over his face, Ruhn’s demeanor visibly lightening as he pulled you in for a hug. “Anything for you, my love. Now let’s go celebrate you,” he whispered, taking your hand as he led you into the crowd, where friends and family greeted you with hugs and accolades.

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[lorcandidlucienwill]

Ruhn mfing Danaan

“Keep talking, Athalar. Let’s see where it gets you.” “Sounds like a whole lot of big talk. Why don’t you put on a little demonstration for Athalar, Bryce?” “Trust me, Bryce, I’ve known for a while what he is. I had to fucking live with him.”

“He gave enough of a shit about you to want me to be your live-in guard. But you wanted Athalar to play sexy roomie.” I’m glad you called me tonight. I know things are fucked up between us, and I know a lot of that is my fault, but if you ever need me, I’m here. Anytime at all, Bryce.

“I was asking about why he’s not on the call, not whether you’re dating, but that’s good to know.”

He woke up, took his potions like a good boy, and demanded to know where you were. “I’m just checking to see if the sky’s falling, since you’re thanking me for something.” “You’re my sister. Of course I’d come to save your ass.”

“I don’t care if I’m called Prince or Starborn or the Chosen One or any of that. The only thing I want to be called right now is your brother. If you’ll have me.” “Pay up, assholes.”

I’m not the kind of male whose sense of pride is so brittle that I need to cling to a shiny weapon. If you want to use it, it’s yours. “All right. You’re a brooding hero and I’m a lazy asshole. Is that really how you want to start your pitch?” His father threw him an admonishing glance as he slid into his desk chair, surveying the bare Starsword. “You smell like trash.” “Thanks. It’s a new cologne I’m trying out.” “You want an excuse for me to beat the shit out of you, Athalar, then I’m down.” “Yeah, but we hate the angels more than we hate wolves, so … you’re only our second-worst enemy.” “I’m flattered I was so high on your priority list today.” “Nice to meet you. I’m busy.” “He’s a little young for you.” “So this is just to prove you’ve got bigger balls? You want to head up the Aux while you’re in town, fine. I could use a vacation.”

“I’m sure there are Reapers who’ll stoop to fuck you.” “You would have traded your life for a fire sprite’s?” There was no condescension in the question—merely bald curiosity. “Yeah. I would have.”

“No. I … I guess my mind reached for yours.” “It’s always the lady’s choice with me. I’m game for anything.”

“Our insurance rates will go sky-high.” “I don’t need to. I don’t give a shit what you look like. I like talking to you.” “I want to smell your scent. See you. Even for a moment.” “I’m really glad you’re my sister.”

“First rule of being a prince. Rebel where you can.” “I wanted to see you tonight. I spent the entire time watching the clock.” “Your fate is bound to mine.” "Long live the queen."

#ruhn danaan #prince ruhn #ruhnlidia #crescent city

[theostrophywife]

I love your Ithan fic and I was wondering if you would be willing to write a Ruhn fic where the reader is sister's with Ithan (there's no being engaged to Hypaxia), and the two get together when Ithan and Bryce reconnect and it's fluffy and little smutty? Sorry if this doesn't make sense. Thank you

sweet like candy.

author's note: when i tell y'all that i'm on my knees for ruhn danaan, crown prince of the valbaran fae...whew. 🥵🥵🥵

Do you want to get out of here?

Ruhn’s voice purrs into your thoughts. His suggestive tone pulls your attention away from your conversation with Bryce and Hunt as you stare at your boyfriend from across the room. 

Flanked by Dec and Flynn, Ruhn raises a brow at you from the couch. A cloud of mist swirls around your three favorite males as your boyfriend blows a ring of smoke in the air. The stench of mirthroot clings to every surface in the tiny living room, which was even more crowded than usual since Flynn thought it was a great idea to invite what seemed like the entire population of Crescent City into your home.

You chuckle, shaking your head. Ruhn pouts as you lower your mental shield. Isn’t it rude to leave your own party?

We wouldn’t technically be leaving, your boyfriend says with a sly smile. Just going upstairs and having a party of our own.

A shiver of anticipation skirts up your spine. Well, when you put it like that…

“You two are adorable,” Bryce cuts in. She flips her long red hair behind her shoulder, shooting a knowing look between you and her older brother.

You blink, almost forgetting about everything that wasn’t Ruhn. Right. You were actively having a conversation before your boyfriend distracted you. 

“Try disgusting,” Ithan cuts in. Your older brother states, blanching. “Living with these two is almost as bad as my stay at the Bryce and Hunt sex villa.” 

Bryce snorts as you roll your eyes. “I thought you were the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae’s number one fan.”

“Not when he’s dating my baby sister,” Ithan responds with a grimace. 

“Such an alphahole,” you mutter in annoyance. Despite the comment, you find yourself smiling. You and Ithan were incredibly close, given all that you’ve been through as siblings and he was incredibly protective of you. As wolves, you were both fiercely loyal and stubborn to a fault. 

When Sabine kicked him out of the Den, you were out on a mission away from Lunathion and you thanked Urd that Bryce had taken him in after Perry dropped him off nearly beaten to a pulp. You weren't sure what you would've done if you'd lost another brother. Needless to say, you went into a rage upon your return. None of the other wolves had ever seen you so angry and completely, utterly, out of your mind when you attacked the Prime Apparent in retaliation to what she'd done to your brother. Sabine may have been stronger than you, but you would've torn her apart for nearly taking Ithan away from you too. The grief of losing Conner wasn't something you wanted to live through again.

Luckily, Ithan was there to intervene. Along with his newfound group of friends that took you in just as they had done for him. 

It wasn’t that big of an adjustment to live with four males since you grew up with Ithan and Connor, but Declan and Flynn had a harder time adjusting. The two Fae males weren’t used to adhering to any semblance of order. They would never admit it, but the changes you’d implemented around the house, including coming up with a rotating chore schedule and weekly grocery trips so that you had something other than beer and pizza in the fridge greatly improved their lives. 

Flynn often called you a bossy know-it-all and while Dec complained about the incessant bickering between you and the Fae lord, they both warmed up to you rather quickly. Mostly because they've never seen anyone put Ruhn in his place quite like you did.

The Crown Prince didn't mind that you made him take his boots off before stepping on the brand new pink rug that you insisted added warmth to the living room or that he couldn’t drink milk right out of the carton anymore without receiving a swat on the back of the head. Ruhn didn’t even bat an eyelash when you switched the channel from the sunball game to one of those trashy reality shows that you seemed to love so much, despite his roommate’s protests. 

Most of all, Ruhn loved that you didn’t seem to give a shit that he was the Starborn Prince. You still yelled at him when he ate your leftovers or used up the fancy shampoo that you and Flynn hoarded like gold. And he loved every second of it.

Hunt nudges you with his wing. “I, for one, am glad that you two are dating,” the angel states. “You put Danaan in his place like no one’s business.”

A tattooed arm slinks over your shoulder, pulling you close. “And here I thought we were becoming friends, Athalar.”

The Umbra Mortis chuckles. “Doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy a tiny little thing like her knocking you down a few pegs.”

Bryce grins as she surveys the absolute love struck look on her brother’s face. “Agreed, Athalar. It’s about damn time that my brother got a love life of his own, so he can stay out of mine.”

“Speaking of my love life.” Ruhn starts, nudging your hip with his. “It’s time we bow out of this party.” 

“We have an early start tomorrow and someone turns into a grumpy little wolf when they don’t get enough sleep.” Your boyfriend teases, smoothly providing an alibi for you two to sneak off to his room. 

“Seriously?” Flynn asks with a groan. “Little wolf really sank her claws into you huh, Danaan? You’re so unbelievably whipped.”

Ruhn only chuckles. “You would be too if you were lucky enough to have her as your girlfriend.”

You scrunch your nose. “I think I’d take my chances with the dragon.” 

With a bevy of laughter and a huff of annoyance from the lordling, you wave to your friends as Ruhn ushers you upstairs. 

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Ruhn’s mouth is on yours. You giggle, smiling into the kiss as your boyfriend leads you to the bed. Your knees hit the edge of the mattress as Ruhn carefully sets you down, his raven hair cascading over you like a dark curtain while he deepens the kiss. The guttural sound he releases when your tongue sweeps past his parted lips makes your head spin with desire. 

“You taste like cherries,” you murmur, taking his bottom lip between your teeth. Flicking your tongue through his lip ring was Ruhn’s invitation to unleash himself on you.

“Flynn made me try one of his fancy little cocktails again,” he replies absentmindedly, lifting the hem of your shirt and pressing kisses into your overheated skin. Ruhn pulls it over your head before moving downwards to slide his hands up your skirt. He crumples the fabric up between his fingers before taking the lace of your panties between his teeth. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll taste like you soon enough.” 

The predatory smirk he flashes your way sends a shiver down your spine as Ruhn’s head disappears between your thighs. He lets out a pleased hum when he finds you wet and soaking for him, ready for his tongue to be buried between your slick folds. 

Ruhn grips your hips, holding you down as he slowly licks a stripe through your soaking core. “Hang on tight, baby.” 

That’s the only warning you get before his wicked tongue threatens to unravel you. Ruhn grunts as you buck against his mouth, your slender fingers tugging at his hair roughly. He loved making you needy and desperate. The bossy wolf tamed into a mewling pup with just the flick of his tongue. 

Your boyfriend eats you out like it’s his sole mission in life, making you moan and writhe underneath him as he slides a finger inside of you. Judging by the way your thighs clench around him, Ruhn takes it as a signal to slip both his index and middle finger inside you, curving to touch that spongy spot atop your walls. 

“I can tell you’re about to cum, but can you do something for me, little pup?” Ruhn asks from between your legs. 

You nod, barely forming coherent thoughts from the pleasure he was giving you. “Anything, Ruhn.” 

“I want you to ride my face, sweetheart.” 

Your eyes flutter open. “What if I’m too heavy? I—I don’t want to crush you.” 

Ruhn squeezes your hip gently. “You won’t. Trust me baby, I can handle it.” 

You shift, putting your weight on your elbows. This was new territory for you. You weren’t by any means inexperienced, but no male had ever asked you to sit on their face. Then again, no male ever ate your pussy with as much enthusiasm and expertise as Ruhn did. It always surprised you how attentive your boyfriend was. Whether you were in or out of the bedroom, Ruhn always made sure to put you first.

“Are you sure?” 

“Absolutely positive.” Your boyfriend reassures you with a gentle kiss. Ruhn lies on his back, grinning as he pulls you by the wrist. “Don’t be shy, baby. Come get on top of me.” 

Despite your uncertainty, you’re more than happy to oblige him. Ruhn watches as you straddle his stomach, inching higher and higher until both of your thighs are settled on either side of his face. He twines your fingers together, kissing your knuckles before placing your hands on the wooden headboard. 

“Hold on to the headboard, sweetheart.” 

His voice is laced with sensual promise and you can’t help but whimper as his large hands clamp down on the tops of your thighs, firmly positioning you over his face like it was your own personal throne. You slightly hover above him as though you were still scared that he wouldn’t be able to handle all of you. 

“All the way, baby. I want to feel all of you.”

Slowly, but surely, you put all of your weight on Ruhn and he groans in pleasure, continuing his feast like eating your pussy was his favorite thing in the world. The worry of crushing your boyfriend soon dissipates as he works you with his tongue. It feels good, so good that you find yourself gripping the headboard for support while you ride his face. 

Despite having his mouth full, Ruhn finds another way to let you know just how much he enjoys your enthusiasm.

There’s a good girl. Keep riding my face just like that, sweetheart.

“Burning fucking Solas,” you mutter under your breath. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, Ruhn.”

Ruhn moans at the desperation in your voice, circling your clit with his tongue and flicking faster and faster as you buck against his sharp jaw. 

Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? Go on, then. I want to taste you on my tongue.

The words send you over the edge and you cum hard, squirting into Ruhn’s mouth while he laps up your juices. Soft moans slip past your lips almost reverently as your boyfriend licks up every last drop. The orgasm racks through your entire body and you crumple into Ruhn’s arms. He strokes your hair before kissing you softly, the taste of you coating his tongue. 

Your eyes flutter open, finding his loving gaze already fixated on you. “Was that your first time squirting?” he asks gently. 

Heat travels up your cheeks. You were so busy chasing after yours that you didn’t even realize what you’d done. “I—I’m so sorry. I’ve never done that before. Everything just happened so fast—”

Ruhn cuts you off with a kiss. When he pulls away, there’s nothing but care and appreciation in his eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it. You taste sweet like candy.” He caresses your cheek, tracing the outline of your lips. “Did you like it?” 

“Are you kidding? It was fucking amazing.” Ruhn chuckles as you wrap your arms around his neck. “You’re fucking amazing, Ruhn.” 

You kiss him, slow and deep, showing him just how much you appreciated every part of him. Ruhn was the best boyfriend any female could ever ask for. He was kind, thoughtful, loyal and a top notch lay. You made sure to convey that last part out loud. 

“You’ve been hanging around Flynn too much,” he says with an amused chuckle. “Now c’mere, sweetheart. I’m trying to add excellent cuddler to the list as well.” 

You sigh happily as Ruhn wraps you into his arms, pulling you close and kissing your temple. “Consider it done.” 

#i am simping for ruhn on this fine tuesday evening #THE CROWN PRINCE OF THE VALBARAN FAE? #ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan smut #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn danaan x you #crescent city #hoeab #hosab

[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

#ruhn danaan #crescent city #ruhn x reader #prince ruhn #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn danaan imagine #ruhn danaan smut #ruhn danaan angst #ruhn crescent city #ruhn danaan fluff

[acourtofthought]

For the Elucien Fans

Who really want an Elucien book

Every time anything is released, this fandom goes wild.

SJM wears a Bambi sweater? Elain's book is next!

Az gets a Bonus in SF and CC? Az's book is next! (Even though both the SF bonus chapters revolved around Elain, even though Tharion had a bonus but people still theorize Ruhn and Lidia's romance will be the main romance in CC4, even though Lucien had his own POV in the actual ACOTAR series yet people still think Az will have a book before him).

SJM places the copy of HOSAB on top of a book about flowers? Elain's book is next!

A HOFAS teaser is revealed and it has both Nesta and Az? Az's book is next because she's drawing our attention to him!

But CC is not the ACOTAR series and SJM at one point drew our attention to the Elucien setup in ACOWAR, made a big part of the first third of the book about Lucien trying to get to Elain and the second third about him helping her through her depression yet some still think Az will get his book before them.

In an IG Live, SJM said when you get to the end of Silver Flames, you'll know whose book is next. Not when you get to the Az Bonus Chapter, not when you read CC3. When you get to the last book in the ACOTAR series.

Yes, she she said she's excited to write Az's journey but a side characters journey starts well before they have a book in her world (i.e., Chaol's journey started in book 1 of the TOG series, Cassian's journey with Nesta began from the moment they met in ACOMAF, Lucien's journey has been ongoing since ACOTAR. etc).

Crescent City isn't the ACOTAR series. They don't market it as such, there's no reading guide that tells you the order you need to read ACOTAR and CC books in for them to make sense.

Yes, she did say CC will set up future ACOTAR books but, we have no idea which "future" books she's referring to as she's often talked about not knowing if she'll be able to stop after the remaining spin-offs she's contracted for. I could be wrong but I'm almost positive she didn't say it will set up for the very next ACOTAR book after SF. She once said her initial plan for the spin-offs hadn't changed so she could be telling us that her plan for Elain and Nesta's story remained the same and CC3 now opens doors for what happens after she closes out the main story of the Archeron sisters. She could be telling us that once the threats on their world are resolved, then there will be a new threat introduced (that new threat dealing with those outside their world). And Az being a focus of CC3 could simply mean that when it is time for his story, that's the direction it will be headed but it doesn't mean she's ready to tell his story before she closes out Elucien's story and the issues with Koschei, Beron, Spring, etc. At the end of the day, CC3 is still Bryce's book and I don't imagine it will heavily set up for Az's even if hints are dropped. Just like hints have been dropped for both Elain and Lucien's journeys way back when.

We kind of knew that with Bryce arriving in Prythian and the Asteri (in CC2) saying they've trying to find their way back to the planet their brothers and sisters were living on in order to get revenge it already set up future ACOTAR books. And that was directly addressed in SJMs Live HOSAB spoiler interview. She said that yes, now the ACOTAR characters will be concerned that if Bryce can find her way into their world that means others might be able to as well.

But that doesn't mean SJM is going to end CC3 and start ACOTAR 5 after Bryce's arrival and departure from Prythian. That wouldn't make any sense, not when you consider how SF left off.

I hate this fact about myself but I am probably a good bit older than most in this fandom. Sometimes I feel a bit embarrassed as I realize it seems an odd hobby to have when I'm probably not in SJMs target age range but what that does mean is I know a few people who have never read the Crescent City series and don't plan to. I know those closer to my age who don't follow SJMs Instagram or follow posts on TikTok or join groups in FB. The majority of the fandom is younger and many do engage in online groups, her IG, etc but there are some outside that target age group (and maybe even some within it) who read ACOTAR and that's that. My oldest child's friends father is an ER doctor and he's read the ACOTAR series but hasn't dug any futher into the Maas Universe as he waits for the next one to be released.

He knows nothing of Bryce. He knows nothing of the Az bonus from SF or the Az / Nesta bonus that's going to be released with CC3 or Az's part in CC3. All he knows is that Nesta's story ended and the remaining plot related questions we were left with were "what about the peace treaty?" "What about Beron allying with Koschei?" "What about Spring and Tamlin?" Even the Illyrians weren't much of a focus at the end of SF because Gwyn and Emerie were laughing about it saying they'll be angry for decades and Cassian said they wouldn't be ready for battle training for many years. He has no idea that Az and Gwyn had the hints of a mating bond introduced in the bonus, has no idea that Elain and Az almost kissed (he thinks she's ending up with Lucien though). Literally, the end of SF has Eris saying the things they need to be worrying about are Beron, Koschei and the treaty.

So imagine if he picked up the next ACOTAR book and it was talking about a traveler from another world having landed in Prythian with the focus being on Az and TT and whatever was discovered in CC3. He would be completely confused.

Also, there was a sense of urgency surrounding Koschei, Spring, Beron, and Vassa in SF. CC3 picks up 6-9 months after that. If an Az book were to take place 10 months to over a year after SF then does it seem realistic that they've just stopped worrying about Koschei? That they no longer are worried about Vassa being taken back or the fact that they said they needed Springs forces to be ready yet have done nothing about it? That the bad guys have just been casually waiting around in the background putting their evil plans on hold so SJM can first address time travel and the Illyrian plots?

To me, it still makes more sense that that SJM would begin the next ACOTAR book shortly after SF, resolving the major issues that were left open ended, then segue into the events of CC3 which would lead us into ACOTAR 6 and anything related to time travel and others worlds.

It makes less sense that she would have introduced the Vassa and the destruction of Spring storylines in ACOWAR, the Elucien bond in ACOMAF, remind us of how they are still issues in ACOFAS and ACOSF ("tell my Vassa I'm waiitng", "You've been trying to bring Tamlin back for awhile but he's barely improved", "We need a strong ally, we need the Spring Courts forces") then delay them yet again in order to first move on to a plot that, while very subtly hinted at in SF, is really being introduced in an entirely different series.

At some point, doesn't it start to feel just slightly ridiculous to keep pushing Tamlins arc and Spring to the side? Vassa's arc to the side? The Elucien bond to the side? Lucien's father reveal to the side?

I could definitely be wrong, I own that. However, I do think there's some logic in what I'm saying and that could mean that Az playing a major part in CC3 still doesn't guarantee him the next ACOTAR book the way some are claiming. All it guarantees is that at some point, the information introduced for his storyline will eventually be addressed. If SJM introduced Lucien and Elain's storylines way back in book 2 yet still haven't resolved them 2.5 books later then there's nothing preventing her from the doing the same with Az, introducing his storylines but not resolving them until a book or two later.

#elucien #elucien book #pro elain archeron #pro lucien vanserra #elucien supremacy

[breella]

I love your work!!!!! For a Trystan idea maybe you can do something with Tristan feeling the mate bond with Bryce’s new friend where he hits on her all the time but she thinks he’s just being nice because she’s friends with Bryce… then he sees her all dressed up at one of their house parties talking to a guy and gets very jealous and gets in a fight because she’s his mate and it ends with him taking her upstairs and smut

Thank you so much!! I love this idea! I hope you enjoy it!

Mates

A/N: This is my first request and I love it so much! Written on mobile so sorry for any mistakes.

Content warnings: sex and language.

You had just moved into your new apartment a few months ago. You lived across the hall from Bryce. The two of you met in the hallway one day and you instantly clicked. You quickly became best friends. She had introduced you to her friends and brother and you really enjoyed spending time with them as well. Especially Tristan. You had developed a strong connection with him. He was constantly flirting with you but hadn't made an actual move or asked you out. The first few times you hung out with him, you hoped it would lead to something more, but it never had. You gave up hope on anything beyond a friendship and figured he was just nice to you because you were Bryce's friend.

Bryce had invited you to another party at Ruhn's tonight. You had decided that you weren't going to spend your night chasing after Tristan this time. You were going to dance and have fun; maybe even meet a male. You hadn't been with anyone since you and your ex broke up almost a year ago. Bryce told you it was time for that to change which is why she was currently at your apartment tearing through your closet to find you the perfect outfit.

"This!" Bryce squealed as she handed you a short black leather skirt and a low cut black body suit to go with it.

"Are you sure?" you giggled. This skirt is really short. I don't want to accidently flash someone."

"So what if you do? I'm sure they wouldn't mind. You're really hot." Bryce laughed.

You rolled your eyes and went into the bathroom to change. You had to admit the outfit did look good on you. It accentuated all of your best features. You walked back out so Bryce could see.

"Damn! Tristan won't be able to resist you in this." She giggled. You had made the mistake of drunkenly telling Bryce about your crush on him one night and she was never going to let you live it down.

"I don't care what Tristan thinks" you sighed. You wanted it to be true but you knew deep down it wasn't. It was silly how much it bothered you. You had only known him for a few months, but you felt so drawn to him for some reason. You couldn't stop thinking about him, and it hurt that you didn't think he felt the same. You promised yourself that tonight you were going to have fun without him though. You were going to drink and dance and meet new people.

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An hour later you and Bryce walked into Ruhn, Tristan, and Dec's place. Hunt was working and promised Bryce he would meet her there later. You both spotted Ruhn right away. He waved and walked over hugging Bryce first and then you. "Glad you guys came" he said. The three of you chatted for a minute before he returned to the people he was talking to before. You had looked around but hadn't seen Tristan anywhere. You weren't going to go out of your way to look for him. If he wanted to talk to you, he would have to come to you.

"Let's go get drinks" Bryce exclaimed. The two of you headed into the kitchen to grab whatever concoction the boys were serving today. "Flynn is probably in the living room. I'll help you look." Bryce teased.

"No thanks" you said before taking a big drink. "I told you I'm not worried about him tonight. I'm going to have fun. He can find me if he wants."

"Playing hard to get? I like it." Bryce giggled.

You rolled your eyes at her "Let's dance."

The two of you headed into the other room. It was crowded and the music was super loud. You usually avoided this area during parties. You much preferred to find a quiet corner and talk to your friends, but you promised you were going to put yourself out there more so here you were. You and Bryce had been drinking and dancing for a while when a really cute guy came up to you. "I just wanted to say you are absolutely stunning" he said.

"Thanks" you blushed.

"I'm Sam"

"Y/N" you replied.

"I'm going to go grab another drink if you want to come with me" he replied.

He was hot. Maybe not as hot as Tristan but you shouldn't even be thinking about him. Sam could definitely be a nice distraction for you tonight.

"Sure" you smiled "I need a refill anyways." You motioned to show Bryce you were leaving and she just wiggled her eyebrows in reply. You really hoped Sam didn't notice. The two of you chatted for a while in the kitchen. He told you about how he had recently gotten a job with the aux and you told him about how you had just moved to Crescent City a few months prior. He made you laugh and you really enjoyed talking to him.

After talking for a while he asked if you wanted to go back and dance with him. You agreed and he put his hand on your lower back to lead you to the dance floor. "You have less than 10 seconds to get your hands off of her" a voice came from behind you. You instantly froze.

"I'll gladly move my hand if she asks me to" Sam replied turning to face the male. You turned with him. You were still in shock.

"Tristan?" You had never seen him look so angry. You didn't understand why he cared.

He didn't make eye contact with you. He didn't even acknowledge that you had spoken to him. His focus was fully on Sam and the look he had in his eyes was terrifying. He took a step forward closer to Sam. You had to give Sam some credit; he didn't back down even though any sane person would have with the way Tristan was looking at him like he was ready to kill him. "I suggest you remove your fucking hand from my mate before I break it." He growled.

Your head was spinning. Surely you had misunderstood him. There was no way he just said you were his mate, right? "Sorry man. I didn't know." Sam removed his hand from your back and walked away. The few other people in the kitchen also had enough sense to leave. Leaving you and Tristan standing there staring at each other. Your mouth was dry and you felt like you were frozen. You didn't know what to say or how to feel. On one hand, Tristan was your mate and you were ecstatic. You knew you had felt a strong connection with him and this just validated your feelings. On the other, he had hid this from you for who knows how long and was acting like a completely possessive alphahole.

"Y/N I-"

"What the fuck was that?" you shouted. Finally processing enough to speak.

"I'm sorry." He sighed running a hand through his hair. You stepped closer to him. You weren't even sure why you were doing it. You should be mad at him. You were trying to force yourself to be mad at him but it wasn't working.

"How long have you known?"

"A couple months."

"Why didn't you tell me?" you were scared of his answer. What if he was upset that you were his mate? Maybe that jealous display was just instinct but he really didn't want you. The thought hurt more than you thought possible.

"I wanted you to figure it out on your own and..."

"And what?" you replied subconsciously moving closer. You were about as close as you could get without touching him now.

"And I was afraid you would reject me and the mating bond." He sighed looking down. he looked almost defeated. It hurt something deep inside of you to see him looking like that. Before you even knew what you were doing you moved your hands up to his face and pulled him down to kiss him. It started slow at first but quicky became more passionate. You moved your hands to rest around his neck. His hands were roaming your body like he couldn't get enough of you. He finally broke away from you and rested his forehead against your. "I've wanted to kiss you for so long" he panted.

"Are there any other things you've wanted to do to me?" you batted your lashes at him feigning innocence.

"Fuck yes." he replied grabbing your hand. He pushed through the crowd leading you upstairs to his room as you giggled.

Once you got to his room he wasted no time. He slammed the door behind you and locked it. "I'm going to make sure every male here tonight knows you're mine he growled. "You look so fucking hot in that outfit. You've been driving me crazy all night." He was suddenly pushing you against the wall. His lips crashed into yours again. your hands tugged his shirt up and over his head breaking the kiss. You needed to feel his skin. As soon as his shirt was out of the way his lips began attacking your neck. Little moans escaped your mouth and you knew he was leaving marks. He trailed his mouth all the way down your cleavage until he got to the top of your bodysuit. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist so he could carry you over to his bed. He laid you on your back and his hands reached for your skirt. He paused to look at you with a questioning look in his eyes. You nodded and he quickly removed your skirt and bodysuit.

"Shit" he said admiring the lacey red bra and panty set you were wearing. "You're perfect." One of his hands traced over your slit through your panties and you bucked your hips wanting more. He smirked down at you. "What's wrong?" he teased.

"I need you, Tristan." you breathlessly replied.

He pushed your panties to the side and and began running slow circles over your clit. You moaned closed your eyes, desperate for more. he pulled the cups of your bra down to expose your breasts. His mouth quickly attached to one of your nipples sucking and biting as he increased his speed on your clit. You were already embarrassingly close to your first orgasm and you had just started. "First you're going to cum on my fingers, then your going to cum on my face, then you're going to cum on my cock. Understood?"

"Yes Tristan. Please. I need more." you practically begged.

He smirked at you again and inserted 2 fingers inside of you while still circling your clit with his thumb. The stretch from his fingers combined with the pleasure from your clit had you coming undone in no time.

He gave you no time to settle before his mouth was attached to your clit. "Oh my gods" you moaned. Your hands were in his hair pulling him closer. You were so sensitive from just cumming on his fingers. The pleasure was absolutely overwhelming. You were sure the whole house could hear the noises you were making but you didn't care. Your mate was driving you wild and you were loving every second of it. You were seeing stars as you felt your second orgasm of the night building. He placed his 2 fingers back inside as his tongue continued its attack on your clit. This was enough to send you over the edge again. He licked and sucked you through your high not stopping until he was sure you were finished.

"That was... I... wow" was all you could say. He chuckled as he removed his pants and boxers.

"Ready for round 3?" He smirked.

This was going to be a long nigh and you couldn't wait.

#tristan flynn #crescent city #requests #tristan flynn x reader #tristan flynn smut

[profound-imagination]

Something Tells Me We're Not Done - Ruhn Danaan.

A/N - Back with some more Ruhn stuff!!

T/W - Talks of SA, please don't read if this is triggering for you, it's not discussed in massive detail just mentioned but please keep yourself safe! A little smut! First time writing this so criticism is welcome!

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Your earliest memories were of toddling around after your brother Declan, Flynn and the kind Prince who always held your hand and carried you on his shoulders. You weren't sure when your obsession with Ruhn began because you couldn't remember a time when you weren't. He was always there, in every memory you had of growing up, it was always Ruhn, Dec and Flynn.

Age 3:

You toddled into the kitchen having grown bored of the toys Declan had gotten out for you to play with, a handful of felt tips clutched in your chubby little hand as you approached the table where your brother sat with his friends discussing things you were too young to understand. Ruhn was the first of the three to notice you, he always was and you made a beeline for him, knowing it would be easier to convince him to play with you than your brother or Flynn. He scooped you up into his arms sitting you on his lap as he smiled down at you "Whatcha got there, Little Princess?" You beamed up at him "Colours!" You told him as you pulled at his arm, his sleeve of tattoos slowly growing and some still missing colour, he'd let you colour them in once and since then it had become a favourite pastime of yours. "Go on then" he smiled as he placed his arm flat on the table for you to colour and went back to his conversation.

You coloured contently for 5 minutes until you noticed a blister on his other arm, too young to understand it was a burn and that his father had given it too him but your little mind was so mad about how sore it looked and he must've felt your little body tense as his eyes snapped down to you and followed your eye line. "Hurt?" You asked him, a pout on your lips and he chuckled, brushing it off "It's okay Little Princess, I'm okay" he assured you but it wasn't enough and you hovered your little hand over it. That was how you all learned you possessed the rare gift of healing, just like your big brother as you healed the burn on Ruhn's arm.

The older you got the more complicated your feelings for Ruhn became, he was your brother's best friend and you knew he'd never see you as anything other than Dec's little sister and you felt pathetic for being irrevocably in love with a Prince you would never be able to have, at least not fully. The one who was your anchor when you made the drop, he taught you how to drink and smoke and kept an eye on you at the house parties they had, he took you to get your first tattoo, the one who had never stopped calling you Little Princess no matter how old you got and how much Flynn teased you for it and the reason you had a tiny little tiara tattooed on your hip.

The three of them were your fierce protectors, a lot of the time males feared getting close to you and girls only tried to get close to you for the three of them. You were content with your brother and his two friends who he shared with you without a second thought so you didn't need anyone else, you'd gotten into university to study healing, while Dec had taught you everything you knew about hacking and tech, you wanted to help people with your gift and Ruhn had promised you a job as the official Aux healer when you graduated.

Age 18:

Tears streaming down your face, you ran to the only place you knew you'd feel safe, banging on the door of your big brother's house frantically. "Flynn if you've lost your keys again, I swear-" A sleep mussed Ruhn cut himself off taking in the state of you. "Y/N, what's wrong?!" He asked as you shoved your way into the house "Is Dec here?" He shook his head "No, it's just me but I can call him?" He didn't have a chance to even wonder where his phone was as you threw yourself into his chest and sobbed. "Please talk to me? What happened? I thought you were going on your first ever date?" He asked again and you shuddered as you peeled yourself away from him and crossed your legs underneath yourself as you sat shakily on the sofa.

"I went" you confirmed "It was going so well Ruhn and he was driving me home when-" Ruhn tensed next to you "-he pulled into some empty parking lot and he tried-" you swallowed the lump in your throat as tears welled in your eyes again "-he tried to force me to-" Rhun cut you off as he stood "I'll kill him, I swear to the gods I'll kill him" you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to the sofa "Please don't leave me right now?" He sat again and pulled you into his side "I'm not going anywhere Little Princess, I can kill him tomorrow" you breathed him in "I smashed his face into the dash." Ruhn grinned "That's my girl!"

You weren't sure how long you sat there before he spoke again "I'm sorry that happened to you, don't settle for an asshole like that, when you're ready, make sure it's with someone you trust, someone you care about and who cares about you." He mumbled into your hair. "When I'm ready, I want it to be you." The words left your mouth before you could stop them and you were horrified at what you'd just admitted, Ruhn froze next to you. Shit shit shit. "What?" You knew he'd heard you but you repeated yourself anyway and waited for him to laugh at you, to reject you, to say anything really because it would be better than him staring at you like you'd grown a second head. "Why me?" He asked, "I trust you more than anyone, I can't think of anyone I'd rather share that with." He opened his mouth to reply but Dec and Flynn chose that moment to burst through the door. It was never spoken of again, until two years later, when Ruhn became your first.

Something had shifted between the two of you that night although you could never quite work out what. The dynamic had definitely shifted and you were now more friends than Dec's little sister. You adored your big brother but you wouldn't miss being known as his little sister, you guessed that laying yourself bare, quite literally, in front of someone would do that. You smiled softly to yourself remembering how he worshiped every inch of you, muttering into your skin how no one would be worthy of you, how he wasn't worthy of you, it had been all about you that night, which you'd heard from other girls at university wasn't common and later experiences confirmed this.

Ruhn had coaxed sounds out of you that you didn't even know you could make, at the time you were mortified but the look in his eyes told you not to be as he continued to drag them out of you. It was only after he'd given you three orgasams did he let you touch him, and you took your time exploring every glorious part of his body you could get your hands on.

"You need to stop looking at me like that Y/N" Ruhn's voice in your head shocked you back to reality, your cheeks heated as you realised you had indeed been looking at him the whole time as the sounds of the office met your ears again. "What were you thinking about?" You locked eyes with him across the room, and through the open door of his office in the Aux headquarters, his eyebrow raised at you waiting for an answer "The night of my 20th birthday" his smirk turned feral knowing exactly what you were talking about and it wasn't the party they'd thrown for you. "Enjoyed that did ya?" He teased, you rolled your eyes at him "I enjoyed you." He shifted uncomfortably in his desk chair and you smirked at the effect you were having on him. You stood from your desk, smoothing your little summer dress as you turned to leave, swaying your hips a little more than necessary as you left, his eyes following you the whole time. "You're killing me, Little Princess." You laughed back into his mind.

Teasing had become the norm for the two of you now, and at some point it snapped, how you'd ended up in Ruhn's room with his head between your legs you weren't sure but you didn't care as you pulled on his hair, begging him for more as you writhed underneath him. His strong hands had your hips fully pinned to the bed and the sounds you were making were unholy, not caring about the party or your brother downstairs. "Please, more" you gasped at him as his eyes snapped up to you, he crawled up your body, his fingers replacing his tongue as his lips met yours, you whined at the amount of clothes he still had on, pulling at his shirt. "Skin" you begged him "I need to feel your skin on mine." He smirked at you as he pulled his shirt off, your hands falling to his jeans that you were desperately trying to rid him of, your eyes widened at the sight of him in all his glory, no one you'd been with since had compared to him and that first time 5 years ago. He allowed it as you pushed him onto his back and crawled over him. "Let me show you what I've learned since last time." You smirked as seductively as you could and Ruhn threw his head back in a groan as you placed a light kiss on his tip and then licked his entire length from base to tip before finally taking him in your mouth. You hummed around him as his hips bucked and you dug your nails into his thigh to let him know you were okay. He lost it and was thrusting into your mouth in minutes when his voice floated into your mind. "I'm finishing in you, not like this." Your core tightened and you rubbed your thighs together to try and get any kind of friction you could. You pulled off of him with a very audible pop and crawled up his body, he quirked an eyebrow at you. "I want to ride you." He groaned again as he dragged your hips forward sliding you over his length as you let out another moan.

Sinking down on him was like heaven, the two of you both letting out breathy moans, his hands instantly finding your hips and started moving you, you placed both hands on his chest before taking the movement yourself getting into a good rhythm when he'd decided he wanted the control back and flipped you over, kissing you once more before thrusting into you at a godlike pace when the door flew open and he dropped his body over yours to cover you from whoever had come in. "What are you doing?! My eyes!!" Flynn screeched, his eyes going from Ruhn to you. There was nothing either of you could do, Ruhn couldn't get up and pull him into the room without leaving you exposed so you both watched in horror as Flynn called for Dec and then said "I'd get dressed before he gets up here" and turned his back. Ruhn kissed the side of your head and slowly pulled himself out of you and handed you his t-shirt, you pulled it over your head while he pulled his boxers on and threw your underwear at you that had ended up hanging off of the sword that stood in the corner of the room.

You'd never seen the murderous look in Declan's eyes before as you sat next to Ruhn on the side of his bed. "What in the ever loving fuck, were you thinking?" Dec asked his friend and your bare knees suddenly became incredibly interesting. "She's my little sister!" He continued "You've known her since she was born, she used to colour in your tattoos and make you wear your hair in bunches like her, you've literally watched her grow up, she's your little sister as well essentially!" You met Declan's eyes "I'll talk to you in a minute!" He snapped and you cringed. "I wasn't thinking Dec, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Ruhn told him and your heart tightened and Dec turned to you "What do you have to say for yourself? How could you? He's engaged Y/N!" Your eyes filled with tears, you hadn't known that and Dec had never looked at you like he was now, eyes full of disappointment. Dec sighed when it was clear you weren't going to give him an answer. "Get dressed and go home, Y/N" he turned on his heel and walked out the door, Flynn following closely behind him.

Ruhn opened his mouth to say something to you but you cut him off. "Don't" it came out weaker than you wanted as you stood to find your dress which had a lovely rip down it, you shot a look at Ruhn as he silently handed you a pair of his shorts instead and pulled them on and left the room without saying another word, you'd made it the the gates at the front of the house before you ran into Bryce and Hunt "What's wrong?" She asked taking you in wearing her brothers clothes as a tear slid down your cheek, you said nothing "Hunt, take her home, I'm gonna go and talk to Ruhn" Hunt nodded and offered you his hand and pulled you into him as he took to the sky "Please don't cry, whatever it is, we'll sort it out." He promised and you nodded weakly knowing that it couldn't be sorted out.

You crawled into bed, still wearing Ruhn's t-shirt and sent a text to Dec. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt or upset you, I love you. He replied almost instantly I love you too, just give me a few days. You let the tears fall then, sobs racking your body as you realised you'd lost Ruhn and maybe your brother in one fell swoop. Your phone buzzed again, it was Bryce I'm on my way, Ruhn told me what happened. Through your tears you text her back. You know where the spare key is.

It took 5 minutes for Bryce to arrive at your apartment, pull out a pair of cosy pyjamas for you both and another 5 for her to convince you to change into them and back into bed, she held you as you cried about Dec hating you, your feelings for her brother, about how Flynn was a narc, she'd laughed at that. "I had to get Hunt to break open his door" she said quietly "He'd trashed his room and was just sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands" you didn't want to think about him being sad, it hurt something deep inside you to know he was hurting. "He's getting married, Bryce, I didn't know." She sighed "He doesn't want to, it's just another move by our asshole father, I can tell you with absolute certainty that he'd give everything up to be with you if he could, but like you, he's scared of losing Dec." You shook your head "I'm just his best friend's little sister." She sighed again, "We both know that isn't true and hasn't been for a long time."

#ruhn danaan #ruhn x reader #crown prince of the valbaran fae #crescent city #house of earth and blood #house of sky and breath #bryce quinlan #hunt alathar #tristan flynn #declan emmet

[nikethestatue]

The Date

Happy birthday to my sweet bestie @fawnandshadows

I wish you all the very best for your next quarter century. Have a wonderful day and an amazing year ahead.

Preface:

This is a bonus chapter for The Kings' Wife. I've had the idea of a Ruhn and Elain date for a long time, but did not want to include it in the story. It contains some interesting background about Ruhn, but otherwise, it's just indulgent fluff and smut.

Warning: Explicit language and explicit smut (anal sex)

Fenrys Moonbeam was right. 

Was it embarrassing? Perhaps. But Ruhn Danaan King was never one to follow prescribed rules. He was never ‘normal’ and wasn’t one to hit all of life’s milestones when he was supposed to have. 

He started walking at 10 months, talking before he was two, reading when he was barely five. Early. He was early in everything. He didn’t remember when he began drawing, maybe he was still in the womb, when he began seeing images and colours. He skipped grades, because he was too smart, but then he was held back, because of his behavioural issues. 

He kissed a girl when he was six. His girlfriend, Millie Kalinowski. Well, technically, he had two girlfriends when he was six–Millie and Aurora Esposito. An overachiever even then. It was Millie’s birthday: he stole her cupcake, she called him a ‘butthole’ and then he smacked a big juicy one on her cheek. She hit him and ran away, crying. 

That was his first foray into romance.

He didn’t kiss anyone else until he was almost fifteen. 

He remembered the kiss, because that was also the day when he killed someone for the first time. Not a crime of passion, or uncontrolled rage of a teenager. He, and his brother Azriel, found and tracked the people who had kidnapped Azriel years before, beat him, tortured him, and attempted to rape him. Azriel broke his wrist in order to escape, and succeeded, but he never forgot. The two of them spent years trying to locate the men who held Az prisoner in an abandoned farm in upstate New York. It was an intricate and thorough investigation–the first time they worked so closely together on a task that consumed them. Along the way, they built a network of informants, spies, made connections, found hackers among gamers, and guys who were really, really good with money, and breaking into banks and accounts, or discovering hidden assets and identities. It helped that neither he, nor Azriel, looked like they were fourteen. They were big, brawny and muscular, their balls dropping early and testosterone flooding their growing bodies and making them strong, agile and by then, already six feet tall. They had money, they could pay, and when someone talked back, they had other ways of convincing people to do what they needed. 

Ruhn remembered his first kill pretty well–a guy named Bobby, a scrawny, but wiry Irishman, who moved fast, and was an ace with a knife. Ruhn’s first kill wasn’t elegant or cerebral. He beat Bobby to death with a baseball bat. The shower of warm, salty blood is what he remembered the most from that evening. Az slitting another guy’s throat, his grip on the blade so strong, that he almost decapitated him. Together, they killed two more that night–but they were no longer counted as the ‘first kills’. 

The murders gave him a high like he’d never felt before and his skin itched from the adrenalin and the memories. He thought that he wouldn’t mind doing that again. He was so jacked up that he wandered the streets until it was late, unable to settle down, unwilling to go home, replaying the murders in his mind. It was awesome! At last, grateful that he had his fake ID in his pocket, he stopped at some dive bar. He wasn’t much of a drinker, and hardly knew how to order a drink properly, but he recalled his father’s bar and the bottles of Jameson’s whiskey on the glass shelves, and figured that he’d order that. He thought that he did it like a pro, but the bartender gave him an assessing look, which told him that he wasn’t fooling anyone. But Ruhn was big and bad, and already sported a tattoo sleeve, and no one in their right mind would want to mess with him over a shot of whiskey. 

When he went to take a piss, he was accosted by a girl. A working girl? Maybe. He never found out. A little buzzed from the drinks and the kills, he liked the feeling of her hands on his body, when she slipped her fingers under his t-shirt. She was thin and delicate, and reminded him of Audrey Hepburn. She behaved in a very un-Audrey way however, when she tugged him into the bathroom, dropped the latch on the door and then dropped to her knees in front of him. Well, that was fucking unexpected. Having his dick inside the wet warmth of her mouth was incredible, and when she began to suck, it was borderline sublime. He understood the appeal of blowjobs very, very quickly, watching her pink tongue lave over his shaft, her eyes hooded, her hands grasping his thighs, her face looking like she was truly enjoying it. And when he gripped the back of her head, trying not to be forceful, but kind of failing, though she didn’t seem to mind, the sensation was even better. The sense of control, of utter dominance, the pleasure of thrusting into that willing mouth, the feeling of his cockhead bucking into the back of her throat, the pathetic little noises that she was making–it was unforgettable and unbelievable. It was a shame that he didn’t last as long as he would’ve liked to, but he lasted a decent amount of time for a fourteen year old. Like a good two and a half minutes. 

He came in her mouth, but she spit it out discreetly, which he didn’t love so much, but he couldn’t be choosy.

Wiping her lips, she winked at him and then asked a question that murdered his boner completely.

“How old are you, stud?”

God. It was only marginally better than her asking him if it was his first time.

“Old enough,” he grunted in response, and then fished out a hundred dollar bill and slipped it under the strap of her bra. She didn’t argue or anything, but got up and then pecked him on the corner of his mouth, biting on his lip ring and making him hiss. 

And that’s how he got his first real kiss.

But Fen was correct–Ruhn’s never been on a date. Ruhn had less than zero interest in dating anyone, and no one really wanted to date him either. The girls, the brave ones, thought that they did, but then, they quickly changed their minds. He wasn’t romantic. He wasn’t kind. He was barely nice. He fucked hard. Without tenderness or words or emotions. At least he always made sure that they came. However, he rarely, if ever gave head, didn’t cuddle, wasn’t interested in staying over or having them sleep over at his apartment at the hotel, and if he was being honest, he wouldn’t date him either. He was kind of an asshole. 

As usual, his life didn’t follow any normal patterns. He went from a post-kill blowjob, to a little kiss, and then nothing at all. During his formative years, he only had four girls that he fucked, and tried as he might to build a reputation as a manwhore at his boarding school, he couldn’t. He dominated the scene, he was one of the most feared guys in school, respected, obeyed, admired, but a player, he was not. 

His twenties were wild. A whole decade drenched in blood and cum.

Now, he was almost 32 years old. 

And Ruhn Danaan King has never been on a date.

The way he saw it, it wasn’t the end of the world, but it was weird. It definitely wasn’t normal.

Azriel’s been engaged to Morrigan. And then he married Elain. Those were pretty serious plays in the dating department.

Fenrys couldn’t stop dating! He dated everyone. He liked them, cherished them, adored them, used them, left them, and moved on to the next one.

Cassian’s been in a couple of semi-long term relationships, and also dated casually. And now, he was after the eldest Archeron sister, though without much success.

Rowan was once married, and then widowed. He was raising his four year old son by himself, and was now seriously involved with a girl named Aelin, and it definitely seemed like things were getting serious between the two of them.

Rhysand’s been with Feyre for almost 3 years now. Yes, he was a wealthy playboy prior to meeting her, but the pretty Bohemian artist enchanted him instantly and all women ceased existing for him. 

Ruhn…Well, there was that one time when he took his not-exactly-wife, but kind-of-wife Elain Archeron to Subway. He bought her a sandwich and Fanta. He took her to a museum as well, but truthfully, none of it was planned. Initially, he just wanted to tattoo her, and then he ended up fingering her and after that they went out on a whim. Ruhn was mostly curious about Elain’s knowledge and interest in art, which, to his great relief, was present–she wasn’t an expert, but she was well-versed in popular art and had appreciation for it. 

The thing was…well, Ruhn was hopelessly, passionately and irreversibly in love with Elain. He fucking loved his wife. Looking back, he wasn’t even sure when and how it happened. At what point did infatuation and mild obsession turn into love, into adoration, into soul-mating. Or, as Elain said, heart-mating with him. 

He didn’t mind sharing. That was the agreement, and it was the healthiest way for the four of them to live and exist in their relationship. They shared Elain and there was enough love in her for all of them, to satisfy them sexually and emotionally. Ruhn wouldn’t have it any other way. However, it didn’t mean that he didn’t want her for himself at times. Just the two of them, doing things as a couple, having a private relationship that was exclusively theirs. To some extent, it was happening between Elain and the men in her life–each one had a marriage with her, which was both public, but also private. 

Ruhn, however, figured that he wanted to have a proper date with his girl.

Elain was young and a romantic at heart, and obviously she wanted dates and flowers and all that cheesy shit that Ruhn knew nothing about. There was a reason why she screamed at Fenrys to fuck her ‘romantically’. He was the only one who would. From Ruhn, Elain came to expect rough–marks on her hips, imprints of his teeth on her skin, hair pulling, swollen nipples and aching pussy. She liked the pain, but she was under no illusions that Ruhn would be tender or sweet. And Ruhn was determined to prove her wrong. 

He couldn’t ask Fenrys–who would probably know and have a decent recommendation, but would also make it bigger and better for Elain, and would leave Ruhn in the dust. So that was out of the question. Azriel would just steal the idea, hog Elain, and leave Ruhn in the dust. And then, there was Google.

~

Cassian made it to the office early, as usual. He wanted to stop by Nesta’s office and bring her coffee, but then he thought better of it. Not the coffee part, because he would’ve gotten her that gross green water that she called ‘tea’--but because it seemed to him like Nesta truly moved on and was interested in Eris Vanserra. He didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to wound his bleeding heart anymore than it’s been sliced open already. Nesta was a bad idea. Always a terrible idea that promised to end badly, and here he was, being smacked in the face by his terrible ideas.

“Oh hey,” Cassian stopped abruptly, seeing his cousin Ruhn sitting in the still-empty room, long legs crossed and propped on the desk. “Why are you here? Is Elain okay?”

Somehow, and he didn’t know how it happened, but Cassian began worrying about Elain. It was like a contagion that was passed down to him and his men from Azriel.

“Yeah, she is good,” Ruhn said lazily, putting his phone away.

“What’s up?” Cassian took a sip of his coffee. 

Ruhn was unpredictable and Cassian never knew what would come out of the man’s mouth. Could be something nice. Could be something utterly horrible.

“Do you have Pinterest?” 

Yep. Weird.

His brow knitted in confusion, and Cassian asked,

“What?”

“Pinterest. Do you have it?”

“No. I am a man,” he reminded Ruhn slowly, enunciating every word.

Ruhn sighed and nodded, shoulders falling.

“Yeah, I get it. I figured I’d ask.”

“And you thought that I’d be the guy to have a Pinterest account?” Cassian raised his brow at him. “I feel like Fen would be more likely,”

“Maybe,” Ruh agreed with another sigh. “But I can’t ask him.”

“What do you need on Pinterest?” Now his interest piqued and Cassian bit into his blueberry muffin, looking at Ruhn expectantly. 

“Ideas…”

“What kind of ideas?”

Ruhn mumbled something unintelligible, but Cassian wasn’t going to give up and pressed him.

“Come on. What?”

“For a date!” Ruhn snapped, his normally dark, placid face suddenly turning kind of red.

“You need ideas for a date?” Cassian was confused. “With whom?”

“Elain!” Ruhn opened his arms, like he was talking to an idiot. “Who else?”

“You are taking Elain on a date? And you need Pinterest?”

“Whatever man, you won’t understand,” Ruhn rose and grunted dejectedly.

“Wait, wait. I am trying to. Let’s think about this.”

Exhaling loudly, Ruhn explained,

“I want to date my wife. Okay? And I want to go on a date with her–but not just a lame dinner or something. I don’t want to sit in some restaurant, but I also don’t want to go to some flower show! I don’t want people around. Just the two of us. Our date.”

“I hear you,”

“So I was thinking, I want to do a picnic,”

“That’s a good idea!” Cassian nodded enthusiastically.

“But I don’t know how to do a picnic!” Ruhn ran his hand through his hair, huffing in frustration. “I googled it, and it’s giving me all this shit that I don’t know how to do!”

“Like what?”

“I dunno, man. Fried chicken and deviled eggs and potato salad,”

Cassian smirked.

“Buy her a bucket of chicken,” he laughed.

“I am serious, Cass,” Ruhn said, sounding nervous and hopeless. “What am I gonna do? I want to do something nice and romantic and I can’t show up with a bucket of KFC chicken and some potato salad. She’d think I am insane.”

Rapping his long fingers on the desk, Cassian thought and muttered,

“Okay, okay. Let’s think about it. I think you googled stuff for 4th of July,”

“I just typed in ‘picnic ideas’,” Ruhn explained defensively.

“What does Elain like? Sweets, right?”

“Have you seen Elain with an eclair?”

“Yeah…She likes sweets and pastries. So buy some champagne, a few pastries…No offence, brother, but Elain seems like a cheap date.”

Ruhn laughed,

“I mean, yeah, she is.”

“Let’s face it, this is a chick who loses her mind over soccer and is ready to throw fists. She likes beer. She eats Fen’s horrid English sandwiches with white bread and fucking potato chips inside…This is not a fancy girl!”

“I know…But I also know that Lorcan made her pasta! And took her to the opera! I can’t beat that,”

“Well, of course you can beat that. But Elain likes beer and tacos. I mean, I don’t think she’d be opposed to you cooking dinner for her, but I also think she’d like you as you are,”

“A talentless hack?”

“Don’t cook her a crap meal, if you don’t know how to cook,” Cassian recommended bluntly. “Do something nice and something she’d enjoy. It would go a long way.”

Ruhn got up and squeezed Cassian’s shoulder.

“Alright, man, thanks!”

Cassian smiled and told him gently,

“I don't think you need to worry. It’s not like you have to close the deal.”

“Yeah,” Ruhn agreed. “But it’s also for me.”

~

Meet me at the King Tower, on the 44th floor at 8 pm

And…send. 

Elain: What’s happening?

She responded almost immediately and Ruhn smiled. 

Ruhn: Are you going to meet me?

Elain: I will. But should I worry?

Ruhn: Don’t need to worry.

Elain: What is this about?

Ruhn: Surprise.

Elain: I hate surprises! Tellllll meeeeeeeee.

He chuckled, imagining her cute little face, and how she was probably bouncing on her heels, like she always did when she wanted something. 

Ruhn: Nope, beautiful. But you can lube up your ass for me, like a good girl.

A lengthy pause.

He frowned wondering if he pushed it too hard.

He wanted to make it a joke, but it was his way of asking for it, and he hoped that she understood.

Elain: What? You wanna do the butt stuff?

Ruhn: When don’t I want to do the butt stuff? Will you surprise me?

Elain: I thought you were the one doing the surprising?

Ruhn: You want me to lube up my ass? As my lady commands. 

The conversation made him smile. Their conversations always devolved into something ridiculous, but that’s what he loved about Elain. He didn't know what to expect, and that was good. 

He wouldn’t have minded some anal. Just the two of them. For the first time, between Ruhn and Elain. 

The first time was special. Absolutely unforgettable. Completely, utterly amazing. Was it the best anal he’s ever had? Yes. Yes. Yes. No contest. But his brothers were there, there was the nervousness and the pressure of the ‘first time’ and now, he yearned to relive it again, but intimately, with just Elain and him.

But first, the date. 

~

Elain had no idea what was going on. Though she tried to figure it out and even texted Ruhn a few times during the day, he didn’t respond or was very vague in his answers. Which annoyed and frustrated Elain to no end, and she couldn’t concentrate at the shop and even messed up a bouquet and had to re-make it. 

Therefore, by the time it was 7:46pm, she was stomping across the lawn, heading from her house to the looming skyscraper that was the King Tower, which housed the King Enterprises, Azriel’s office, their businesses and the security arm of business. She took herself up to the 44th floor, using the secret elevator which only the family utilised. Floors 44-53 were where most of the businesses and offices were located, but it being almost 8 pm, she didn’t expect anyone to still be here. However, once she came out of the elevator and walked down the dimly lit hallway which had an original Rothko hanging on the wall, she was stopped in her tracks, because she saw Ruhn. And some woman. And she was the type of woman that was impossible to miss–statuesque, wearing neck-breaking stilettos, reedy thin, with perfect make up at eight in the evening! She wore an expensive satin blouse with a giant bow on the side and an elegant, tight skirt. Ruhn looked relaxed, propped against the wall, his massive arms folded over his chest. He wore a Guns-n-Roses t-shirt, black jeans and boots. His long hair was braided in a tight, neat braid. The woman said something, her perfectly manicured hand lightly touching his forearm, and he laughed, easily and openly. Then he said something, and she laughed as well, throwing her head back and exposing her throat to him.

They looked like they knew each other, because there was familiarity and an ease in their gestures. 

Elain didn’t think of herself as a jealous person, but she totally was. She didn't like her men talking to strange, attractive women. Especially when she looked the way that she looked right now–wearing Converse, cutoff denim shorts and Ruhn’s hoodie, which she picked up on the way out, because the evening was promising to be chilly. She dabbed some lip gloss on her lips and her wild hair was barely tamed in a messy bun.

Ruhn noticed her at last, his handsome face breaking into a welcoming smile. It was a nice smile. Genuine and happy. Like he was glad to see her, and the glamazon next to him didn’t matter. Ruhn was not an expressive man. Generally speaking, he maintained the same expression around people and whether he was angry, happy, hungry or murderous remained a secret for most. But Elain knew how to read him, just as she knew how to read Azriel. And currently, Ruhn was thrilled. 

“Ellie, you made it!” he gave a brief, disinterested hug to the gorgeous woman, and she winked at him and then smiled at Elain, as she passed them by and headed to the elevator.

“Well, you said 8 o’clock,” Elain crossed her arms and let some of her displeasure bounce off of him. Let him know that she was pissed.

“I did!” he nodded and then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “And you are here.”

“Who was that?” she demanded rudely and impatiently.

He glanced at the elevator and the shrugged,

“Oh, that’s Em,”

“Who is she?”

He grinned and then growled and butted her face with his, biting softly on the apple of her cheek. She attempted to swat him away, screeching loudly, but he only laughed and licked her face like a dog.

“You are gross!”

“Yeah, grossly in love with you,” he agreed and then stopped and cupped her face in his hands.

She looked up at him, feeling both insecure and elated. 

“I love you too,” she murmured quietly. “That girl is very beautiful,”

“She is,” he nodded. Watching Elain’s scowl, he barked a laugh and then softly, tenderly, kissed her lips. “She is also very, very queer and Cerrdiwen’s girlfriend. So…..”

“Oh.”

Oh.

“I…I, that’s,” she mumbled, while he chuckled, “it’s not how I meant it…I mean…”

He pulled her to him and kissed the top of her head. 

“Yeah, I know what you meant–jealous little thing you are.”

“I am so not!”

“Oh, you so are.”

“Ohmygod!” 

Elain gasped audibly.

“What is all this?!” 

Ruhn tugged her by the hand and said, “Come on, beautiful.”

“You did this?” she gawked at the romantic setup.

They were on the roof of the building, 55 stories up in the air, the shimmering cityscape of Manhattan all around them. Millions upon millions of lights twinkled and sparkled all around them, and the noise of the city was muffled this high up. 

“I did do this,” he confirmed, looking slightly tense, maybe a bit uncomfortable.

She clutched his hands in hers and looked around, face full of wonder.

“But why?”

“Wanted to go on a date,” he muttered gruffly. 

“I love dates!”

“I hope I did okay,” he rubbed the back of his neck.

He didn’t miss her wearing his hoodie, and how sexy she looked in it. Not really sexy–the thing swallowed her whole–but to him, it was the sexiest damn thing there was. His woman, huddling in his clothes for warmth, getting his smell all over her.

A fluffy comforter pulled out from the closet. Check.

Another blanket, in case Elain got cold. Check.

A chocolate and caramel cupcake. Four bonbons. Two truffles. One glazed doughnut. A small loaf of bread. Check.

A bag of chips and a tub of dip. Check.

A bottle of Fanta. Check.

A chunk of cheddar. The good stuff. English. Check.

A bottle of Prosecco. Check.

Elain considered the odd assortment of foods, while Ruhn glared at her, his gaze hopeful, and seeking approval.

“The bakery didn’t have a lot of stuff left,” he explained quickly, and then added nervously, “and I know you love cheese.”

“I do love cheese,” she confirmed and then breathed, “it’s perfect! It’s a nighttime picnic!”

He smiled broadly,

“Yeah…yeah. Exactly.”

So what if there was expensive cheese, and cheap dip and potato chips, which made no sense? So what if there was Fanta on the menu? It was perfect.

Elain leapt into his arms and gushed,

“It’s perfect! It’s everything I ever wanted.”

“You wanted to go on a picnic?”

“Always! I love this!”

“Okay, well, sit down then,” he offered her, pulling her down on the blanket awkwardly.

He was terrible at this date thing, and Elain’s heart burst into a thousand million sparks of love for him.

He wasn’t confident and sleek like Azriel, or experienced and loose like Fenrys. He wasn’t even like Cassian, with his smirks and his fast mouth. He wasn’t brooding and amorous like Lorcan. 

This was Ruhn. Her Ruhn. A brutal, terrifying gang leader, who strung people from bridges in a cruel and odious display of power and dominance, someone who once shot seven people in a span of 13 seconds, a guy who cut off someone’s balls and then delivered them in a package, complete with a rose, to the man’s wife. Ruhn did a lot of crazy, unhinged, violent things. 

But he didn’t know how to date. And he loved her, his wife. 

He sat cross-legged next to her, and fumbled with his phone.

“I have some music,” he said, uncertainty lacing his voice, “or if you want to watch today’s Manchester City versus Arsenal match–we can do that,”

Elain smiled at him, and then keened towards his large body and pressed her lips to his neck, lacing her fingers with his.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, feeling the pulse of his jugular under her lips.

“I love you too,” he said softly, and then pulled her hair out of the bun and his nose brushed against her cheek. “So much.”

“The music,” she requested. “Let’s do the music tonight.”

Of course he realised too late that he forgot to bring any cutlery, plates or even glasses. 

Fuck his life!

But thankfully, there were napkins in one of the bags, and Elain didn’t even bat an eye. She smoothly arranged the napkins like place settings for them, and Ruhn handed her a knife–not one of his murder knives, thank god–and she sliced the bread and the cheese. He popped the cork on the Prosecco and it was cold enough not to bubble violently over everything. 

“Sorry baby,” he whispered and she laughed, took the bottle, and pulled a healthy swig of the bubbly. Patting her thigh, she had him lay his head on it, and then tore into the chips and dip and fed him a hefty helping of both.

He smiled, looking up at the starless skies above and lightly wrapped his arm around her bare leg, before kissing the inside of her knee. She plopped a piece of cheese in his mouth, and then said,

“I didn’t know you were romantic like that,”

“I really am not,” he protested.

“I don’t know,” she tutted. “Champagne, and pastries and a picnic.”

“Just keep it to yourself, beautiful,” he suggested with a grin.

“Street cred?” she confirmed knowingly.

“You know it.”

The music that they were listening to was mellow and old-fashioned. Elain sang along to some of the songs, because it was all the stuff she grew up on–Sinatra, Dean Martin, old Italian songs.

“How do you have these songs?” she demanded, bobbing along to ‘Pennies in Heaven’.

“Ummm,” he grunted, looking embarrassed. “It’s a Pandora radio station. Italian dinner…”

“You even thought of that?” she stroked his forehead, tucking his silky black hair behind his ear.

He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

“I know you like this music. So I thought it would be a good soundtrack to the date.”

“Strangers in the Night” came on just then and he sang along quietly, 

Strangers in the night

Exchanging glances,

Wondering in the night

What were the chances

We’d be sharing love before the night was through

Elain squeezed his hand and asked shyly,

“Dance with me?”

“Any time, sunshine,” he sat up and then wrapped his arm around her, and landed them both on their feet, as he swept her in a wide, exaggerated circle across the rooftop. It was a nice rooftop, made for parties and dancing and celebrations. Now it was empty, the space entirely theirs, the lights of the city and Frank’s smooth voice as their only companions. 

“You must really love me,” Ruhn mused, watching Elain’s elated face, as he spun her around. His hoodie, which she tied around her waist, flared dramatically, like a ball gown. 

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he lifted her off the ground and waltzed with her, as she dangled next to him, his arm supporting her entire weight.

“I do,” she nodded, giggling, her converse-clad feet floating above his boots, “but what gave it away?”

“I am gonna go with you opting to dance with me, and eat cheese and laugh and listen to music, instead of watching football. And that was one hella big game too!”

“I love you more than football,” she confessed, looking into his brilliant, cold blue eyes. “I want to date you more than I want to watch football.”

He smoothed her hair lovingly with his available hand and whispered,

“I want to date you too. More than anything.”

Suddenly, the sky came alive.

Elain gasped and stared open-mouthed at the Thursday night fireworks.

“Oh my god! I forgot about these!” she cried out, her face happy and brightly illuminated by the explosions of green and purple and pink. He held her to himself, and looked up at the sky as well, where giant flowers blossomed and stars streaked across the darkness and exploded in silvery glitter.

The song switched to ‘My Way’, its bombastic, dramatic vocals and lyrics a perfect foil for the fireworks. Ruhn carried Elain back to the blanket, and then lay down, spread-eagled and threw their heads back, watching the show. 

“Wow,” she marvelled. “This is the best!”

“You like it, beautiful?”

She pointed to the sky and whispered,

“That’s how I feel with you, Ruhn. Like my heart explodes with love when I am around you. I dunno why.”

“I don’t mind,” he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her brow. “I don’t mind at all.”

She flipped onto her belly and pressed her lips to his. 

“Can I ask you something?” she inquired.

“Obviously. Because you will, regardless of what I say,” he smiled at her, his large, warm palm sliding down her back and cupping her ass.

“Okay, okay,” she pouted, but obviously his comment didn’t deter her from asking,

“If you didn’t have to do any of this…Like, if you could do anything, what would you do?”

“You are assuming I don’t like killing,”

“No, I am not. Perhaps you do. Obviously, you don't have any qualms about it. But I don’t know if you woke up one day and decided to become an assassin and an enforcer. So if you didn’t, then what would you do?”

Ruhn scrubbed his hand over his face and then looked at her, before kissing her gently. He was nice tonight. Softer than usual. Elain wondered if it was going to last.

“A house husband,” he announced easily.

“What?”

“That’s what I’d be–a house husband.”

She frowned thinking that he was joking.

The fireworks were still exploding above them and he popped a cigarette between his lips and lit up. 

“Honestly,” he turned on his side and brushed her cheek with his knuckles, “that’s what I want to do. Or rather, I don’t want to do anything. I want to tattoo, paint and sketch, and do fuck all else otherwise. If Az needed me to go and whack someone, I’d do it. But I’d love to be a house husband–keep a tidy, elegant home, do some cooking, some entertaining,”

“Are you for real?”

He shrugged,

“Why not? Everyone assumes that every man is full of wild ambition and needs to do stuff all the time. I don’t need to do anything. 

“My ideal life would be to wake up, fuck you, go get a professional shave at the barber’s, stop for a coffee, read the paper, shoot the shit with Cass, go to my shop, sketch, tattoo, meet you for lunch, fuck you, eat with you, maybe fuck you again a little bit. Go back to the shop, then maybe wander around some galleries, look at art, pick up stuff for dinner, go to the gym, pick you up from work, have a cocktail. On occasion, I’d talk business with Az and Fen. Dinner. Maybe even cook it myself for all of you. Have a couple more cocktails, play in the pool, play cards, fuck you.”

“How many times a day are you planning to fuck me?” she pondered.

“I dunno. Five-ish?”

“You are ambitious.”

“A man can dream,” he concluded, puffing out a cloud of smoke, his expression pensive and thoughtful. Like describing her perfect life made him wish for it to be true.

Elain sat up, and his palm landed on her upper thigh, squeezing lightly, while he made a little disgruntled noise when she separated from him.

“Come back,” he urged her, opening up his arm for her, but she just looked at him, cocking her head. Then she reached into her pocket and took something out, but didn’t show him.

“Do you still want to do it?” she asked at last.

“Do what?”

“You know,” and she tossed whatever she was holding atop of his chest. He craned his neck and picked up a tube, looking at it in confusion.

“Anal,” she pressed. “Do you want it?”

“Huh…Yeah,” he finally managed to say, looking dazed. 

Finally, when he dawned upon him what she was offering, he sat up abruptly and she laughed at his eagerness.

“You serious?” he pressed, twisting the tube of lube in his fingers.

She nodded and whispered, “Yeah. I want to do it again.”

“Did you like it the first time?” he asked.

“It was a lot,” she admitted. “But I loved it…how you did it.”

She blushed, and unbuttoned her shorts. 

Ruhn almost tore the shorts off her slender thighs, rolling them down so quickly, it almost gave her a fabric burn. 

“Take everything off,” he ordered, as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, his icy blue eyes never leaving hers, “leave the keds.”

She was completely naked in front of him in less than a minute, but still wearing her converse, her long hair spilling all over her body. He crawled towards her over the blanket and kissed her knee, parting her legs carefully, eyeing her pink slit. 

“How do you want it?” he asked, his voice hoarse, his rough, large palms smoothing over her inner thighs, parting her legs even further, opening her up bit by bit.

“How you’d normally give it to me,” she requested shyly, stroking his arm. “Rough. Deep. How you always do it.”

He looked at her intently, seeking any hesitation or falseness, but found none.

“I love you, Ruhn,” she reminded him calmly. “Just the way you are. If you are going to ride my ass, I want you to ride it like Ruhn would.”

He smirked and spread her legs widely, as she slid back and propped herself on her elbows, watching him and his ravenous gaze, tracking the movement of his eyes, as they took in her wet, slick pussy, before he pushed her back a bit, so he could see her other hole.

“Did you lube it up for me?” he raised his brow, just as his finger slipped from her opening, dragging some of the moisture down below.

“Nope,” she popped her lips. “My holes are yours, but you do the work.”

He grinned savagely and nodded, muttering, “just like I like it!”

The sight of her so nicely spread for him, so ready and willing made his dick hard as a fucking rock and he knew he’d have to pace himself, because he was in danger of blowing his load before he even got inside that sweet ass.

“Spread it for me a little bit, sweetheart,” he urged her, “show me how much you want it.”

She looked so adorable like this: completely naked, with her large, round breasts and the soft thighs, and the little keds, which skirted the edge of some sort of fetish, but he wasn’t going to think about that now. Not when she reached down, and pulled her cheeks apart for him, opening that cute little hole a bit more. She was looking at him, biting her lower lip, her ass nicely stretched, and he brought the tip of his dick to her lips. She kissed it immediately, and caught a bead of precum with the tip of her tongue, gliding her tongue over the smooth cockhead.

“Put it in, Runnie,” she requested with a pout. “I want it!”

“Do you want me to stretch you a little bit first, beautiful?” he asked, and dipped his cock between her folds, gathering some of the slick with his shaft. She shuddered when he brushed over her clit a few times, her back arching, her hands kneading her pale lovely butt cheeks impatiently.

“No,” she moaned. “I want to feel it…How you fill me up.”

He wasn’t going to argue and squirted a generous amount of lube between her cheeks, before placing her feet on his shoulders and pushing her legs way back, as he leaned into her. 

“Relax, sunshine,” he kissed her lips softly, with a kind, soothing kiss, seeing how she tensed beneath him. “I am going to make it good for you. But your pretty asshole belongs to me, doesn’t it?” he asked, while the tip of his cock circled the tight rim of her anus. “Will you give it to me like my good girl?”

“I am your good girl,” she muttered, as she looked between their bodies, back to biting her lip in anticipation.

“That’s right,” he growled, pressing into her tiny hole, as her breath hitched loudly in her chest, “and good girls get their tushies fucked,” propping himself on one arm above her shoulder, he pushed his cock forward, breaching the ring and eliciting a loud, pained moan from her. 

Fuck it felt good. So good. 

Her head lolled back, as her thighs trembled around his shoulders, as she took inch after inch after inch of his thick shaft inside her narrow, scorching hot rectum.

He knew he’d never get enough of this. The sensation of possession, or her complete submission, her sad, pretty moans, the nervous twitching of her long, tight passage was simply amazing. Was ‘amazing’ the right word? It wasn’t enough. Amazing wasn’t enough. 

“Ohmygod. Ohmygod,” she cried out again and again, while he licked his lips, muttering, ‘just a little more, sweetheart. You are taking it all in, my love,”

“Yes, yes,” she gasped quietly, “ohmygod, it’s so much!”

“You like getting your pretty ass filled,” he insisted, “it needs my dick in there,”

“I am having second thoughts!” she complained and he laughed, kissing the top of her head. 

“No you are not,” he tsked. “Look at you! Your hole is packed with dick, just like it’s supposed to be,” he added proudly, bottoming out. 

She bit his chin, his neck, licking mindlessly on whatever she could reach with her tongue and her lips, moaning loudly and unabashedly. She didn’t give a shit if she was making a ton of noise–she was being fucked in the ass by a nine inch dick, and his balls were currently slapping against her skin. She was panting, sweat trickling down her brow, the bead immediately licked by Ruhn’s eager tongue. 

He kept himself fully sheathed inside of her, but didn’t move, though she noticed the strain of his muscles, the tension of his cobbled abdomen and the bulging of his biceps, as he kept himself back and allowed her to adjust.

Taking deep breaths, she nuzzled into his neck and whispered, “you can move now.”

He exhaled and replied, “give me a sec, beautiful.”

He smiled against his skin, realising that he was straining not only to keep himself in check, but also to keep himself from coming. 

“Do I feel good for you?” she asked, kissing him around the ear. “Is my poor ass nice for your mammoth cock?”

“Better than anything!” he assured her and then pulled back at last, before gliding back inside.

The drag of his dick was mesmerising. The most glorious feeling that Elain could imagine. Sure, she loved orgasms–who didn’t?--but it was this that she cherished. The long pull of the thick length, emptying her almost completely, before filling her back up. God she loved it. It was so painful, the burn acute and deep, as her passage accommodated the unbelievably tight fit of him in her, but it also felt absolutely indescribable. 

“God, you are so big,” she choked out, knowing that she probably shouldn't be stroking Ruhn’s massive ego right now, because his cock’s been praised and admired plenty, but she couldn’t help it. He was huge, and he felt so, so good inside of her.

He fucked her with deep, firm, but languid thrusts, only his hips working atop of her thighs. He readjusted his position, lifting himself off of her, and holding her feet to his shoulders, while he pumped hard into her ass. Her tits bounced and jumped with every powerful push, and he was watching her huff and grunt beneath him, ordering her to ‘keep your cheeks spread, sweetheart. Are you my sweet girl?”

“Yes,” she nodded, knowing that she was weak and needy for him, and would probably do anything to have him continue pounding into her ass. “I love it,” she moaned. “I love it so much…”

He smirked indulgently at her, nodding slowly,

“I know, sweetheart. I know. That little hole was made just for me. You can take more, can’t you?”

She nodded, watching his stunning body flex and work atop of her. All the ink, the sensational musculature, the smooth, dark golden skin painted with intricate designs–a living canvas of chaos. 

“Isn’t it good to be mine?” he asked.

“Always, my house husband,” he smiled widely at him, relishing the glorious burn and build up of pleasure inside of her. 

He barked a laugh, nosing against her nose, whispering, “Not yet. But something to aspire to.”

Elain knew that Ruhn was holding himself back a little with her, and she appreciated it. He was loving her in his usual manner–forceful, open, unrestrained, yet slightly more careful and caring. Her clit demanded attention, and without her even saying anything, he was already on it, his thumb pressing on it firmly and rubbing steadily. 

“Oh it’s good, it’s good,” her eyes closed and she indulged in all the sumptuous, gorgeous, erotic sensations that currently engulfed her body. The even, unfaltering rhythm of his cock in her ass brought her to an orgasm quicker than she anticipated, and she shook and screamed until she was hoarse, not caring about anything, but the beautiful slamming of his cock and the magic of his finger. 

Ruhn wasn’t far behind. His arms clasped her now-pliant, softened body, and he pulled her up into his embrace, holding her like a ragdoll on his lap, as he fucked easily into her, and she kissed him sleepily, draping her arms around his shoulders.

He finished deep inside of her, hot and abundant, and didn’t release her from his hold for a long time, kissing her and stroking her hair.

“Noooo, not yet,” she pleaded, when he made a move to withdraw.

He kissed her again and smiled, laying both of them on their side, his soft cock still nestled inside of her, just like she wanted. 

“Let’s eat more chips and drink Fanta!” she proposed decisively.

Ruhn chuckled, arguing, “this is supposed to be a romantic date. Chocolates and music and wine,”

In turn, she reminded him, “Instead, we got chips and dip and dancing and anal. All of my favourite things!”

He hummed to himself and thought that this was not a bad first date.

Not a bad date at all.

#the kings wife #elain and ruhn #ruhn danaan #elain archeron #reverse harem #dark mafia romance #my writing #The Date #bonus chapter #my fanfiction #elriel fanfiction #Elriel #pro elriel #acotar fanfiction

[queentala]

Tropes I cannot stop thinking about:

Tristan Flynn x malakh!reader enemies to lovers

They don’t go along at the beginning but during mission the reader covers Flynn with her wings, saving him from the bullets. He feels guilty and tries to make it up to the reader, accidentally falling in love with her.

dog person Aedion x cat person reader

“Baby put that cat down, please. We’re not adopting another one.”

“You’re not fair. I didn’t complain when you brought home sixth dog!”

“We have already five cats!”

“Why don’t you love me?!?!”

Azriel x pirate!reader

The one that fell in love with with skies and the one that got addicted to the sea. Also, Azriel flying over ocean as the reader stands on the mast, laughing as wind blow her hair in every direction, her eyes never leaving her lover’s figure.

Ruhn x tattoo artist!reader

Ruhn once visited her tattoo studio because one of his friends recommended it to him. He got crush on the reader immediately as he saw her and fell in love once he heard her laugh. Now, he keeps coming to get more and more tattoos only to hear her talk as she tattoos him.

Bonus points if once she asks about his scars and Ruhn opens up to her. Then, Ruhn - king of flirt, is struggling to find words as he tries to ask the reader out for a dinner.

Gavriel x reader that is addicted to adrenaline

The most collected and responsible man you know falls for the loud, adventurous girl that gives him heart attacks every five minutes.

“Go big or go home!”

“Darling, I beg you, just once let’s go home.”

“Yeah no way. Now, wanna go bungee jumping?”

But when they finally go home, she falls asleep curled up in his arms like a little baby and Gavriel can’t help but stare at her peaceful countenance.

(platonic) Fenrys x Lorcan’s mate!reader

She match Fenrys’ sarcasm and wildness like no one other. They always run around the palace, pranking everyone or telling jokes and stories at 3 am in the kitchen while cooking late night snacks. And Lorcan either follows them around, all grumpy and annoyed because Fenrys stole you from him, or sit somewhere with his arms crossed, trying no to show his jealousy as he watches you two.

But the reader always manages to make it up to him with kisses.

Lidia x reader that also was forced to serve Asterii since childhood

They’re assigned on a mission together and at first it’s only professional teamwork but soon they discover none of them really wants to do this. They become closer friends, they open up to each other and then realize there might be someone in this world that is worth fighting for. Basically, two traumatized girls find home and peace in each other.

Bonus points if Ruhn comes later and they take him in, becoming three traumatized babes that found love in each other.

Connall Moonbeam x ballerina!reader

She's one of the best ballerinas in Doranelle, one time she gets invited to the ball thrown by Maeve to perform and entertain guests. Connall feels the bond snap the moment he sees her. He falls in love with her soft smile, kind eyes and graceful moves.

He sits with her late at nights in theater, just the two of them, watching her practice, hypnotized with her moves, pure love radiating from his eyes.

He walks with her before and after every practice and never misses even one of her performances. He finally feels like he belongs somewhere and Fenrys is so happy that his brother found love.

Sooner or later I’m going to write stories for all of the above.

Also feel free to add more. <3

#tristan flynn x reader #azriel x reader #ruhn danaan x reader #gavriel x reader #fenrys moonbeam x reader #lidia cervos x reader #tristan flynn #azriel #ruhn danaan #gavriel #fenrys moonbeam #lidia cervos #tog imagines #acotar x reader #tog x reader #cc headcanons #throne of glass #acotar #cc hoeab #cc hosab #aedion ashryver x reader #aedion ashryver #connall moonbeam #connall moonbeam x reader

[sofiasjornal]

"Thanks, Mom," she said. But getting home and taking off her bra did sound fantastic.

I swear I’m loving Bryce to much! Girl, I know right?! If feels like heaven!

Also, Bryce and Ruhn. So they were close until something happened that pushed them away from each other. I’m assuming it was because of her father… but I hope they get close again. Danika died, juniper doesn’t have time for her, Fury ghosted her… she needs someone, she needs her big brother!

Also, she has some power! She isn’t so powerless has she assumed in the beginning! She’s going to learn about her power somewhere along the line I guess?

#books #sarah j maas #crescent city #bookblr #currently reading #house of earth and blood #bryce quinlan #Bryce

[foxybananaaaz]

I finished the book today. But here's yesterdays so.

If you have read HOFAS up to Chapter 82, this post is safe for you.

This post specifically discusses

Chapters 54-81

If you haven't read up to Chapter 82, but read up to Chapters 20, 23, 26, or 54, then Click HERE for a small Masterlist of my SnapChat Screenshot Reactions. There are currently three posts(not including this one), each ending with the above chapter.

I was doing dishes at the start of my reading for this, but I wrote thoughts down when I needed big things happen or had thoughts that wouldn't go away.

Though I read more chapters, I was more focused and less... I gotta pause and send thoughts. So, not as many screenshots. But here you go!

You will see me refer to Sathia as Girl Flynn, because I immediately forgot her name many times given she is a new character. But now I remember.

Also, I do not apologize(and as someone who apologizes too much for even a Canadian? Yeah, big thing) for the fact that I don't like Fury and Juniper. Yes Bryce fucked up, calling the director of the ballet, and going Princess Bryce Danaan for Juniper, and Juniper had the right to be mad, but when your friend goes missing? You don't even reach out to her brothers friends wondering if they've heard from her?(can't even remember if it was common knowledge that ruhn was in the dungeons)?

#Shaes HOFAS SnapChat Spoiler Reaction Screenshots #house of flame and shadow spoilers #house of flame and shadow #hofas spoilers #hofas #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #quinlar #sarah j maas #sjm spoilers #ruhn danaan #lidia cervos #tharion ketos #ithan holstrom #sathia flynn

[shallyne]

Feysand Month Day 17: TOG/CCity AU

Living Chaos

I had such fun writing this! I hope you have fun reading it.

Words: 1,583

TW: none

Feyre, Bryce and Aelin are roommates, they live together in Lunathion. They are chaotic.

Feyre watched as her roommates argued about a book. She sat on the kitchen island as Bryce told Aelin that it was her book because her own book wasn't in her shelf anymore but Aelin countered that it was her book because she left it there the evening before. Bryce swore that Aelin didn't leave any book out in the living room but Aelin swore that she did.

"No fighting." Feyre remembered them when she saw that dangerous glint in Aelins eyes. A rule they all agreed on when they realized that all of them had tempers at times

"We can fight if we both agree to it." Aelin said, putting her hand on her hip and smirking at Bryce.

"I'm not fighting you." Bryce said, throwing her hair over her shoulder. Aelin sighed. "Okay then, give me my book and we're done arguing."

"It's my book!" Bryce said. She pulled her phone out of the pocket of her jeans. Feyre didn't wait as she took her cup of coffee and walked towards her room. "Ruhn is coming over with some friends." she heard Bryce saying.

"Declan and Flynn?" Aelin asked.

"Yeah, as usual. They are attached to the hips but he's talking about new friends." Bryce answered. Feyre didn't hear anymore as she closed her bedroom door. She stepped over an unfinished painting and sat down on her bed. She put her coffee on the bedside table and took her sketching book. She started a sketch yesterday when she was out with Aelin and Bryce. They sat on a rooftop, watching the sunset and Feyre started a sketch of Lunathions skyline. It was almost done, she just wanted to finish some details.

Feyre didn't look up when Aelin entered her room and came up to her. She could hear some male voices when the door was open so Feyre asked "Is Bryce's brother already here?"

"Do you remember when you had a crush on him?" Aelin asked.

Feyre looked up at her friend, who grinned down at her. Her golden hair falling in her face and a dangerous glint in her turquoise eyes, but not like it was moments before when she argued with Bryce. This time it was mischievous.

"Of course I remember, you both won't let me forget it." Feyre replied. They actually remembered her everyday of that time.

Aelin giggled and sat down beside her, putting a hand on her arm. "I found something better."

"Something better than what?" Feyre asked, closing her sketchbook.

"Better than Ruhn!" Aelin said. Feyre stared at her, Aelins grin not leaving her mouth. "That was years ago." Feyre replied.

"You still think he's hot." Aelins grin grew brighter. Feyre rolled her eyes. "No comment."

Aelin laughed when the door opened again and Bryce slipped into the room. "What are you doing here?"

"Did you see your brothers friend?" Aelin asked. "What's his name? Rice?"

"Do you mean Rhys? Yes, I saw him." Bryce giggled. "He would be Feyres type-" she gasped when she realized why Aelin was here. "You want to set them up?"

"Yes!" Aelin said at the same time Feyre said "No!"

Bryce clapped her hands but Feyre interrupted "Let's assume I want you to set me up with Rice or Rhys or whatever his name is-"

"Rhys."

"Which I don't. But is he even single?" Feyre said.

"He is!" Bryce said and threw over her hairbrush as Aelin casually opened Feyres braid. She took the hairbrush from Feyre and made her hair.

"Do you want some makeup?" Bryce asked.

"No." Feyre answered and Bryce nodded. "Alright! Let's go."

"Do you want to change your clothes?" Aelin asked.

Feyre looked down at herself. She wore the jeans overall that had the least paint stains and a white shirt underneath and old, white sneakers. "No?"

"You don't need to, you're beautiful." Aelin said and pushed her out of the room, right behind Bryce. The first thing that Feyre spotted when they entered the big living room were two pairs of leathery wings, belonging to two tall males.

"We changed our minds." Bryce announced. "Were going to join you."

Now they all turned around and looked at them. So did the two males. Three males, Feyre realized. The third didn't have wings but when he turned and Feyre looked into his violet eyes her breath hitched. He was possibly the most beautiful male Feyre has ever seen. She echoed his smile.

"Someone has to kick your ass in darts." Aelin said as she put her arm on Feyres shoulder and leaned against her.

"In your dreams, Galathynius." Flynn threw back.

"I handed you your ass so often, you should be embarrassed of that confidence." Aelin replied.

Feyre chuckled and met Rhys's gaze again, who smirked at the conversation.

"Feyre!" Bryce sang. "Because Ruhn is rude and doesn't introduce you, I will. That's Rhys," she said pointing to the male with violet eyes.

She smiled "Nice to meet you, Rhys."

"Nice to meet you too, Feyre." he replied. Aelin squeezed her shoulder.

"And that's Cassian-" Bryce pointed to the male with shoulder long hair, who grinned at Feyre "and that is Azriel." Bryce finished, pointing to the male with the short, dark hair and a dagger strapped to his thigh. He nodded at Feyre in greeting.

"Okay, let's go then." Ruhn said.

"You already go with Feyre, we just have to quickly take care of the dogs." Aelin said. Feyre turned around. Bryaxis, Fleetfoot and Syrinx were laying on their blankets and their food bowls were pretty much full. Aelin patted her shoulder and Bryce gently pushed her toward the boys." See you in a few!" she said, winking at Feyre.

Feyre smiled at them and said "Let's go!"

"Yeah!" Declan said, already walking out with Flynn. Ruhn, Azriel and Cassian followed them and Rhys and Feyre walked behind them. Like that they walked down a few streets to their usual bar.

"So, what are you doing?" Feyre broke the silence between Rhys and her.

Rhys slid his hands in his pockets. "We're about to open a club in the Old Square." he replied.

"You and your brothers?" Feyre asked. Rhys nodded. "So you are new in Lunathion?"

"Yes, we just moved here." he told Feyre. "We met Flynn, Ruhn and Declan a few days ago and they invited us today."

"And you thought why not?"

Rhys chuckled. "It sounded like fun."

"It does! Just wait until Aelin starts calling the boys names during darts and they start arguing." Feyre giggled. "It's worth it."

Rhys laughed. "What about you? What are you doing?"

"Oh, um-" Feyre stumbled over her words. She usually didn't, she loved talking about painting but for some reason she was nervous about Rhys's reaction. "I'm an artist."

Rhys smiled at her. "The painting in your living room, of you and your roommates-"

"I made that." Feyre confirmed.

"It's beautiful." Rhys complimented. "Do you, by chance, do murals?"

"I did a handful." she answered, pulling out her phone. "I have the pictures on my phone, do you want to see them? Then you can see if that would be something you like."

Rhys nodded and she showed him the murals. He took a close look at them all. "They're perfect." he said. "Would you mind if we exchange numbers? Then we could talk about it sometime when we don't go out."

Feyre nodded. "Yes, that's fine." so they exchanged numbers and then continued to walk to the bar.

Bryce and Aelin caught up to them soon after. When they found a table big enough for them all, Aelin pulled Cassian away and Bryce pushed her to the free seat beside Rhys. It was full so it was hard hearing everyone. That's why it was such a surprise for Feyre when they all stood up and went to the darts board, except Rhys and Feyre.

"Is it usually this loud here?" Rhys asked.

"It's friday. It's always full on weekends so we try to go here on weekdays." she explained.

Rhys nodded and said something that Feyre couldn't understand. She leaned farther in, laying a hand on his arm as she did. "What?" she asked.

He cleared his throat as he put an arm around her, repeating close to her ear "I said I like it. I get why you're coming here so often."

"I sure hope you'll like it here because if you're hanging out with Ruhn, you'll be here often." Feyre giggled. Rhys echoed it.

"I hope you'll join us here and then." he said.

"That can be organized." Feyre replied.

"Hi baby!" Feyre cooed at Bryaxis. "You're so beautiful, you know that? You're such a beautiful baby! What a good puppy!"

"Feyre!" Aelin said from the couch. She grinned at her. "Now, please tell me, what is going on between you and Rhysand?"

"What do you mean?" Feyre asked, kissing Bryaxis' head.

"You and Rhysand." Aelin said. "You're spending a lot of time together since that evening in the bar. Are you dating?" she wiggled her eyebrows.

Their doorbell rang and Bryce walked past them. "I'll get it!"

"Nonsense." Feyre told Aelin. "I am doing a mural in his club, I am working for him." Feyre explained.

"Hey!" she heard Rhys's voice behind her. Feyre turned around and looked at h-

Bryaxis nervously sniffed at her when Feyre stiffened but she didn't correct him. The only thing she could focus on was the word clanging through her head.

Mate.

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[hlizr50]

Just a little drabble I whipped up to help cheer up my lovely friend @mercarimari

Read on AO3

Ruhn could hardly believe where they had landed. Two years ago, on the Autumnal Equinox, his brother-in-law had become a prince-to-be, the Asteri had blessed the pairing of Bryce and Athalar, and his father had been royally pissed.

And his own mate had been wearing a gown that looked to be spun from pure gold, though the beauty had been tainted by the angel who’d held her leash. He never would have thought, in a million years, that Lidia Cervos would be sharing his home. His bed. His life. And that he would love her more than he’d ever loved anyone or anything.

She had helped Bryce and the boys with decorations all day. They’d opted for a more private party for Death’s Day. Closer friends and trusted acquaintances. Everyone had been amenable to the idea, and Ruhn had been endlessly grateful. Lidia still found it difficult to partake in this world, though she’d sacrificed nearly everything for it. There would still be a killer party - the former prince had a reputation to uphold - but they didn’t need to be a part of the shit show at the black dock to enjoy the festivities.

He couldn’t wait to see her costume. Ariadne had assured him that he would be thrilled, but the shifter had not let a single thing slip, which was not very fair. He’d told her what he was going to wear, though he was pretty sure everyone thought it was a joke. The joke was on them, though, and it was fucking hilarious.

He examined himself in the mirror, mouth turned down in satisfaction as he placed the headband with the fuzzy gray wolf ears upon his head. The fur matched the short shorts he’d found - he would never tell where, but it definitely was not an establishment that existed just for Death’s Day - and there was just enough fabric to cover his ass and his junk. He’d found the fluffy gray slippers pretty easily, made to look like the paws of a wolf.

Add a half shredded, unbuttoned sunball jersey, Holstrom in big letters across his back, and he figured his Ithan costume would be hard to top. And with most of his body on display he figured chances were high that he’d get plenty of idle caresses from a certain pretty blonde. Maybe she’d even let him drag her upstairs for a little… well… doggy-style.

“Oh my fucking Gods. I should have known you were serious.” The sweet, golden song found him before her figure did, and when he finally glimpsed her through the bathroom mirror his tiny shorts got instantly tighter.

Burning. Fucking. Solas.

Ruhn and Lidia would definitely be the sexiest couple there.

She was wearing short shorts, too. Tight and black, with black hose hiding those toned legs and heels that made her ass look… well…

“My eyes are up here, Princeling,” she drawled, noticing his focus. But when his eyes dragged up over that black corset, a tiny strip of her tanned stomach on display, he had to bite down on a groan. It still rumbled in his chest and she grinned, those sensual red lips sinful beneath heavily lined golden eyes.

She leaned back over the counter, using the eyeliner pencil to draw three little whiskers on either side of her nose. It was then that he noticed the black headband she wore, with cute little cat ears, dark as midnight.

“Hello, kitten,” he purred, coming up behind her, placing broad hands on her hips and pulling her back into him. He knew she could feel him, hard and needy, against the small of her back, and he reveled in the small bit of friction the contact gave him.

“Hello, pup,” she giggled, and he scowled.

“That’s the least sexy thing you’ve ever called me,” he grumbled, giving her a squeeze.

“You’re the one that decided to dress up as Ithan for Death’s Day. I’m just working with what you give me.” Her gaze met his through the mirror, and she bit her lower lip before smiling broadly. “You’re missing something, though.” She turned in his grasp, her eye pencil still in her grasp. His stare remained intense as he watched her slowly lift her hand and began drawing on his face. Three strokes on one cheek, then a matching three on the right. Then she lifted herself up on the tips of her toes and pecked the tip of his nose.

“Perfect,” she whispered, and the look on her face was so genuinely blissful that he could have melted. Ruhn leaned down, capturing her crimson lips in a proper kiss as he wove his hands into the silken tresses at her nape. The other hand drifted down her back, eventually finding the curve of her ass and squeezing. She laughed into his mouth, her little hands pushing him away.

“Later, Ruhn,” she rasped, her breathing heavy as she gave him a glare. “We have to at least show up at the party.” Lidia wriggled out of his grip and strode out of the bathroom. The tattooed fae matched her pace, winding an arm around her tiny waist.

“Doggy style?” he crooned, waggling his eyebrows for effect. The little blonde tapped his nose.

“Only if you’re a good boy.”

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[fawnandshadows]

5 and 21!

Hello!!! :))

5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?

I’m a little weird because I feel like every scene I’m excited to write about never lives up to the way I imagine it in my head 💀. BUT, last year when I wrote 25 Days of Elriel, one of the prompts was Last Christmas/Solstice (as in last Christmas I gave you my heart) and I had a really specific idea in my head, but it wasn’t translating to the page, so I wrote smut instead LOL 😂. AND THIS YEAR, I actually wrote the fic that was in my head from last year 🤣. I was walking my dog, got hit it the opening paragraph mid-walk, found the nearest bench and opened my google docs ap. The opening line is, “Elain was drunk under the mistletoe,” and I really liked how it turned out. But since I wrote it on my phone, it’s going to need some good editing 😛.

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

Ooof, so my much 😀.

I had a BIG multi-chapter fic that was Elriel endgame, but only after some Casslain and Elain x Ruhn (not sure if they have a ship name 💀). And I have it all mapped out and outlined on my google docs, and it’s get to Taylor’s Red album — it’s gotten to the point where I now associate the entire album with my unwritten fic 😭.

I really love this idea HOWEVER

I started reading the Addicted series and I am a GLUTEN. And I’m mentally plotting out a massive three brothers x three sisters fic 😭

I would love to write both of these, but will I? 🤣

I’ve already told myself I’m not starting another multi-chapter fic until I’m finished with YPMG. Which I almost am 🥹

Thank you for asking!!

#fawnandshadows asks

[pinklayla123]

I think the most likely timeline is that cc3 starts after the end of acotar 5, simply because there are things in the last chapter of cc2 that cannot be just dumped into a time skip.

Elain is living in the townhouse and made it into her home, Az somehow knew when and where to be in order to pick Bryce up after her unplanned interplanetary journey (I think that Elain gave him the arrival time and location), Az somehow had a blindfold in his pocket (as much as i love the idea of Elain having fun, I just don't think the dude would just walk around with one), and , most importantly, there is no mention of Az's shadows.

We know that they tend to be front-and-centre when there is a perceived threat, and I think a visitor from another world definitly falls into that category, so he should have been covered in shadows. If Az has an affinity for shadows because of his Dusk ancestry, the people who moved to Midgard, then his shadows are essentially identical to Ruhn and Cormac's, and there is no way Bryce "that dude has my brother's face" Quinlan would fail to notice another dude has her brother's shadows.

Another thing is that Elain, who is supposedly living in the townhouse, is suspiciously absent, and I think it might be because of some physical change in her, although that last bit doesn't make much sense now that cc3 is confirmed to be released earlier, so SJM wouldn't drop a big surprise like wings or something before the actual book. It might be because she is tired after logging into the interplanetary database to confirm Bryce's arrival time though, which is also plausible since we know that when she was having constant visions at the beginning of acowar her health wasn't the best, and I assume this would have been a strenuous task.

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