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Not A Relationship Guy

Tristan Flynn x Reader

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

Fandom: Crescent City

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

Word Count: 5,252

Category: Angst, Fluff, Humor

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

Things had certainly changed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Quinlan-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess you're gonna find out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was very, very wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bryce? You in?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She pulled back and whirled around to look at me.

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

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

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

"Let's go."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Flynn, what- ACHOO!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait... are you serious?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flynn raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seven?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Who pulls the most bitches?

So I saw someone do something like this and I kind of wanted to do my own version with sjm characters. They get no bitches (besides that one girl who's a sucker for losers): Tamlin, Hunt, Ithan, Declan (only bc he's gay not for lack of game; he pulls ALL the men), Tarquin They get more than none but less bitches than you'd expect: Fenrys (bc he's with Maeve, poor boyo), Tharion (bc he's stuck with the river queen's daughter, oof), Aedion, Mor (because she has to hide her sexuality, rip) Now let's rank the remaining: Rhysand: for the supposedly most powerful fae guy to ever exist, he gets a surprisingly low amount of bitches. Perhaps it is due to his creepy evil reputation and the hatred for him within his own court: turns out a pretty face a male does NOT make. Even gold-diggers have standards! Cassian: I turned this over in my mind many times, but I realized Cassian pulls less bitches than Azriel after the line "I don't need to resort to poetry." He gets plenty of bitches because he's a bigass dude with muscles, but his shitty poetry is a turn-off to most eligible ladies. Azriel: he doesn't need to resort to poetry; he's a pretty boy with a cut body, but points have to be deducted for lack of game and pining over Mor for 500 years and being obsessed with having a mate (yuck). Dorian Havilliard: Come on, guys! He's a hot prince! Of course, he gets all the bitches. He's a little immature but he grows out of it! I mean he pulled the fucking man-eater, for God's sake. Points deducted for falling for Celaena wayyyy too fast (and getting rejected) and for his healer girl getting decapitated (rip Sorscha). Rowan: we KNOW this guy gets aaaaaaaalllll the bitches. Come on, he's Rowan-rutting-Whitethorn! Points were deducted for the whole Lyria thing AND serving Maeve for so long. Lorcan Salvaterre: He gets even more bitches than Rowan because... "Battles, riches, females- Lorcan always won, at any cost." And it's even said Rowan often allowed him to win. So yeah, he pulls a lot of bitches and participates in crazy orgies with his homie Rowan. Points deducted for being Stockholmed by Maeve (poor Lolo). Ruhn Danaan: I mean we already know the man's got game (evidence: CC2 chapter 3 plus all ruhnlidia chapters). He's also a young (by Fae standards) prince who lives in a fucking frat-boy house. And that sad-boy thing he's got going on? Girls love that. Eat it up. All the bitches wanna sit on him to take away his sorrow. Points deducted for crushing on a lesbian (oops). Tristan Flynn: Man gets even more bitches than Ruhn because he's just hornier and he's obsessed with his hair. Also, did you see the fire sprites becoming his cheerleaders? King shit. Points deducted for failing to rizz up Ariadne. Eris Vanserra: Come on, he's an Autumn Court male. Plus he's a Vanserra! It's practically in his blood! Points deducted for being rejected by Mor and Nesta tho. Chaol Westfall: Man gets a shockingly high number of bitches despite being a human character who until Dorian became king had a pretty lowly position. I mean, there was a literal PRINCE and his cousin hanging out and the girls were all drooling over Chaol. When he had a disability (which unfortunately due to prejudices that exist, often make you "undesirable" in the eyes of many) and he rizzed all those women, including Yrene, harder than Kashin. EVERY. GIRL. CHOSE. CHAOL. OVER. A. LITERAL. PRINCE. Both in Adarlan AND the southern continent. You're telling me he doesn't have the rizz??? A half a point deducted for being too hung up over Celaena (I don't blame him but still). But still, he pulls sooooo many bitches. Lucien (Vanserra? Spell-Cleaver? Cunt-Server?): Come on. Is there anyone else fitting to be number 1???? Man's got EVERYTHING Chaol has, PLUS he's the son of a High Lord and he's got that Vanserra rizz. Fuck it, he wouldn't stop at bitches. He'll pull every mfer to ever exist. If it breathes, it's into Lucien Vanserra. He is THAT guy.

#tamlin #ithan holstrom #tharion ketos #tarquin #declan emmet #hunt athalar #fenrys moonbeam #morrigan #aedion ashryver #rhysand #cassian #azriel #dorian havilliard #rowan whitethorn #lorcan salvaterre #ruhn danaan #tristan flynn #eris vanserra #chaol westfall #lucien vanserra

[b00kdiary]

MASTERLIST

SJM: A Ballad of Flame & Shadow | Azriel Fanfic Alex was falling between worlds- falling through worlds- until she landed with Bryce someplace that was definitely not Hel. And now there was a male before her, the most beautiful male she had ever seen and something other than fear sparked in her heart. Wattpad & Ao3 A Court of Pleasure and Ruin (Nesta x Cassian x Azriel)

Nesta can't stop thinking about how Azriel and Cassian made her feel during training and all the things she wished she could do with them. Looks like her wishes have come true.

Wildest Dreams (Batboys x Plus size reader ACOTAR)

Where the reader finds herself gaining the attention of the most notorious males in Prythian and it seems that even her wildest dreams couldn't prepare her for the night they would share.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Relax (Bat Boys X Plus Size reader) Where the reader goes into the Birchin sauna for some peace– and then falls asleep. She wakes up and finds she isn’t alone anymore. Rhys, Cassian and Azriel desperately want to help her relax. (Hint: High Lady Feyre likes to watch) Dreamer-(Rhysand x Reader)Rhysand begrudgingly goes to Hewn City to secure a marriage pact that will indefinitely bond the two Courts together- but the fine ladies of the Court of Nightmares are not what he wants or needs. Instead, he discovers Lady Y/N, and she has no qualms about telling him how he has failed this City and her. This is more than just coincidence, it’s fate.

Yours (Rhysand x Plus size reader) Y/N meets Rhys in a bar- one month after the worst night of her life. One month after he saved her. But Rhys has no interest in being a hero, and Y/N doesn't want to be a victim. They only want each other.

Euphoria- (Ithan Holstrom x Plus size reader)

Where Y/N finds herself needing to be reminded just how desirable she is, and Ithan Holstrom is more than willing to show her.

Stay With Me (Rhysand x Plus size reader) Part Two Part Three

Rhysand reappears at the cabin four hours after he had gone on a mission- wounded and bleeding. Y/N has no choice but to help him, even if it means yanking out every ash arrow embedded in his wings by hand. But something Cassian once told her makes her re-think the line between pleasure and pain, and she will do anything to make it better for her High Lord. ‘Cassian said that the talon holds the most nerve endings, does that make it the most delicate to touch?’

Better Than Any Fantasy (Ruhn Danaan x Tristan Flynn x Plus size reader) Y/N’s been avoiding Flynn like the plague, and Ruhn knows why and is more than happy to tell him. Especially when that conversation leads to something much better than any of them could have hoped for.

Hurt me (Cassian x Plus size reader)

Cassian and Y/N are late for an IC meeting not that Cassian cares, no, he has two things on his mind: your body and your pleasure.

Mirror, Mirror (Cassian x Plus size reader)

Y/N flees a party where it seems Cassian and Nesta can’t stay away from each other, but when Cassian comes rushing after her, more than one declaration is made and more than one secret is discovered. Cauldron Blessed (Azriel x Plus size reader) When you overhear Azriel say that the Cauldron was wrong about you. Take it (Cassian x Azriel x Plus size reader) Part 2 Rhysand's playing Cupid and his meddling has you experiencing something you never would have thought possible. Unworthy (Azriel x Plus Size Reader) Azriel hated her, he was disgusted by her… and he didn’t want another male coming near her. It all comes rushing to the surface one night when Y/N can’t take his cruelty anymore- and Azriel can’t keep lying to her about how he really feels. Mine (Cassian x plus size reader) Y/N goes wedding dress shopping and is confronted with females who make it clear that they think she’s unworthy of being Cassian’s mate, that she shouldn’t be his wife. Cassian shows her just how fucking wrong they are. Fire Night (Eris X plus size reader) It’s Fire Night and High Lord Eris has to complete the Great Rite. He finds Y/N – he finds his maiden. House of the Dragon: Aemond Targaryen

An Old Flame (fin) Wattpad version

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI a Part VI b The Letter

Beautiful Creature (fin)

Part I Part II Part III

Unexpected (fin)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

#acotar #sjmaas #azriel acotar #rhysand #cassian acotar #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #acotar smut #plus size reader #rhys x reader #bat boys x reader #smut #nessian smut #nesta x cassian x azriel #aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #aemond smut #enemies to lovers #team black #hotd 1x10 #aemond stannies #aemond x oc #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond angst

[fantasymindpalace]

so im listening to house of flame and shadow on audible and the reader gives tristan flynn this delicious little southern drawl like ik he’s a lord but he sounds so cuntry and i cant get enough of it

#sarah j maas #sjmaas #sjm #cc3 #hofas #house of flame and shadow #tristan flynn #need him bad #crescent city

[acourtofantumbra]

Was doing a deep dive for a future post about *gestures wildly* witches... Manon's lineage... cross-world connections... something I've found that feels actually tangible, maybe. Anyway, despite only dipping a toe into the ToD reread so far (I am not a ToD hater lol I'm just busy) I found myself checking a moment from KoA and took a nosedive into something immediately shinier. But it was so sudden I didn't have time to do my usual highlights/scribbles on my (currently dead) ipad so... enjoy my measly Kindle highlights.

I KNOW many folks have beautifully analyzed SJM's repeated character names because at one point SJM herself basically said, "I keep a record of all of them and I know what I've used."

I've seen folks flag important repeats for years now (we've seen this film before, A+ work, it keeps me up at night!), but the heavy hitters have been Briar, Thanatos, Cormac and even Ruhn (you know... the Erilean mountains and the hottie who knows 3 things).

So it stands to reason that repeated names might deserve some extra scrutiny... And I pray we get some pay off with that in CC3.

Anyway, as I'm pulling at the thread of ToG witches via our (my) favorite queen - Manon - I hadn't realized I fully forgot her dad's name. Frankly, of all the plot points from ToG, Manon's story's specifics were the haziest... except where Dorian is concerned I'm a mere mortal... and that has me suspicious regardless. Anywayyyy, as you can see above, it's Tristan. Tristan Crochan.

I cannot fully explain the cartwheel flip my brain did thumbing through the roladex of SJM's characters... because Tristan Flynn was not the energy my brain was ready for after reading this really sad passage about Manon's murdered family.

On my first read of the SJMU I went ACOTAR (long break between the original and ACOSF) -> CC -> TOG. And on my first TOG read, this passage triggered no alarm bells. I probably just didn't remember Flynn all that much. But after my CC reread... oh. I remember him. Don't you worry.

Now I am fan of Flynn. He's got a rakishness I simp for, I root for him and the dragon, and clocked his lordship woes despite having what we've all decided is a "hot dad". He's a good time. And Flynn feels like someone to watch! He makes an appearance in not one, but two, CC bonus chapters... and he's got a crush on the aforementioned dragon, who either was introduced for no reason or is gonna be a key player going forward. Or SJM is fucking with us. I don't have the answers.

But what I'm struck by Tristan-wise is a) the similarity in the little physical descriptors we get - brown hair, brown eyes and b) not actually Flynn-related... but a deeply similar sounding story to none other than the Autumn King. Daughter you didn't know was born to a woman you claim was your real love... check. Searching far and wide with a singular focus on recovering your daughter... check. Having another kid out of obligation and duty to continue on important bloodlines... check!!!

It might not have anything to do with Flynn at this current moment... but it's not implausible. Lord Flynn is of course a beloved frat-pack member living in a dump with his fellow bros. He specifically pops up in these bonus chapters going through the motions necessitated by his aristocratic bloodline. His mom/family is eager to marry him and his sister off - of course he seems miserable about the whole idea. But also resigned to it? It seems complicated. TLDR there's a world where Flynn's like "woof, yeah I gotta get married off but the heart wants what it wants!" There is precedent!

Also, I've been 👀 Flynn since it was flagged that he has "super rare earth powers" not commonly seen in Valbaran Fae... first off, what does that mean? Second, hot?!

Well I've done it again, so many words and nothing really of note to take away haha. I'll be honest, my mind was not in a Tristan Flynn headspace!! I'm kind of bogged down in my own thoughts about the witchier women of this multiverse... but in my dragon theory speculation Flynn popped up again and I really can't explain why random dead ends are turning up Tristan!!! I'm not mad about it, but I wish I understood.

#sjm multiverse #throne of glass #cc3 #sjm multiverse spoilers #sjm theory #manon blackbeak #tristan flynn #tristan crochan #crochan witches #rhiannon crochan #crescent city #house of sky and breath #kingdom of ash #autumn king #bryce quinlan

[nightsandrewrites]

I like to live in a delusional world where I think SJM has already told us who Azriel’s (And Tristan’s) mate is (sort of)

We already know the parallels have been drawn:

Ruhn/Rhysand: Shadow twins across worlds who have to help rescue their mates from controlling alphaholes.

What do our Lords of Night also have in common? Two best friends that are like brothers who would do anything for each other.

Tristan/Cassian: Two ego centric males who will flirt with anything on legs (or probably fins and wings as well). Cassian is mates with a female of flames who initially wants nothing to do with him. Do we know a female who fits the bill for our Flynn? Oh that’s right a little dragon by the name of Ariadne who doesn’t have a second to waste on him but will have our Lord Hawthorn crawling on his hands and knees for her very soon…

Declan/Azriel: Two males with a certain set of skills that make them better than anyone else at finding information. Declan’s hacking expertise would make him Midgard’s version of a Spymaster. And what else do we know about our favourite tech head? He’s into males. It’s not known whether he and Marc are mates so we can’t focus on that relationship too much.

But I find it so hard to believe Az (as the ultimate spymaster) doesn’t know Mor is more interested in females. That he has used his “pining” for Mor as a buffer for centuries, keeping his family or even himself from looking too closely at what he really wants.

tldr; Az is gunna get himself a man

#ACOTAR #crescent city #acotar spoilers #crescent city spoilers #hofas spoilers #ruhn danaan #rhysand #Azriels mate

[cauliflowertree]

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ WHO I WRITE FOR—

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS— [subject to change]

gilmore girls -> jess, tristan, dave, rory.

harry potter -> harry, hermione, luna, draco, fred, george, blaise, ginny, cedric, tom, theo, mattheo, sirius, james, remus, regulus, lily, narcissa, bellatrix.

lord of the rings / the hobbit -> aragorn, legolas, eomer, eowyn, faramir, boromir, haldir & bard, thranduil, kili, thorin.

the maze runner -> newt, gally, thomas.

stranger things -> steve, dmitri, joyce, hopper, chrissy, nancy, robin.

star wars -> anakin.

the mentalist -> patrick.

grishaverse -> the darkling.

pretty little liars -> aria, jason.

timeless -> flynn.

the vampire diaries -> damon, stefan, elijah, katherine, klaus, kol, rebekah.

twilight -> bella, edward, carlisle, charlie, jasper, alice.

bridgerton -> anthony, benedict, eloise, daphne.

criminal minds -> aaron, spencer, jennifer, emily, derek.

anne with an e -> gilbert, anne.

dead poets society -> neil, todd, charlie, knox.

little women -> amy, jo, laurie, beth [platonic!].

teen wolf -> stiles.

pirates of the caribbean -> jack, will, james, elizabeth.

the hunger games -> finnick, peeta, haymitch, katniss, johanna.

pride and prejudice -> mr darcy.

RULES—

don’t request any smut. nsfw themes are okay but i don’t write full blown smut.

i will write platonic fics & romantic fics but please specify which you want when you request.

i will write: oneshots, blurbs / drabbles, headcanons & dialogues, fem!readers and gn!readers. if you don’t specify in your ask which you prefer, my default is usually gender neutral.

i don’t write male readers, sh, professor x minor!student, poly relationships, parent fics or pregnancy fics.

i only write marriage fics for bridgerton & pride and prejudice!

request status; CLOSED

#gilmore girls fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #lotr fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #pretty little liars fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #bridgerton fanfiction #flower patch

[hlizr50]

You See a Sight that Almost Stops Your Heart

Thriller Night: Part 1 - Ruhn x Lidia

Ruhn has barely heard from Lidia all day, and now she's late. He can't help but worry, but whenshe arrives he finds out that she has plans for him. And quite a few surprises.

Content Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Shameless Smut, Piercings, References to Bondage

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Author: @hlizr50 | Masterlist

This is the first installment of Thriller Night: A Crescent City Kinktober Event! Make sure to check out the rest of the collection and the other amazing authors!

Part 1: Ruhn x Lidia by @hlizr50

Part 2: Hunt x Bryce by @headcanonheadcase

Part 3: Ithan x Wolf Mystic (Willow) by @headcanonheadcase

Part 4: Hypaxia x Celestina by @damedechance

Part 5: Fury x Juniper by @vikingmagic33

Part 6: Declan x Marc by @mystical-blaise

Part 7: Flynn x Ariadne by @ofduskanddreams

Part 8: Tharion by @damedechance

Thriller Night Masterlist

The collection will be updated daily on AO3 and the masterlist. The collection will be complete and all updates finalized by end of day 10/31.

For what must have been the fourth or fiftieth time, Ruhn fished his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, the screen lighting with the time and date as soon as it sensed him holding it up. Technology was fucking awesome, but those gleaming white letters and numbers were just taunting him, as were the lack of message notifications in the corner.

Where the Hel was she?

Sure, they hadn’t agreed on a strict time. If they had, she would have been there right on the dot. Lidia was rigid and regimented, perfectly punctual. If the Valbaran prince had asked her to meet at some ridiculously random time - 6:37pm or something stupid like that - she would be there before the clock struck 6:38.

And, yes, everyone, even Lidia Cervos, knew that if a party started at 8pm, it didn’t really start then. Even though they were all grown-ass adults, this still held somewhat true. He and his friends had all fallen into serious relationships. They had all experienced war and loss and fear in the last few years, and they’d all matured to some extent.

But Death Day was a party, and if anyone knew how to party, it was Ruhn Danaan, Declan Emmett, and Tristan Flynn.

He’d left his shifter in their bed this morning, with little more than a kiss and a reminder that he would be at the house at 8 to help Flynn out. They had settled on nothing more than that, and she had been incredibly quiet throughout the day. Her texts had been short, straight to the point. And she hadn’t even called him a pig or sent him an eyeroll emoji when he asked what she was wearing tonight. Just a promise that he would see when she got there.

He looked at his phone again.

8:41pm.

“No costume tonight?” Flynn’s booming chuckle broke him from his reverie before one hand clapped him on the shoulder, the other handing Ruhn a beer. Grateful, he took it, popping the top and shooting his friend a smirk. Ruhn knew there was a keg somewhere - knowing Flynn there may well be three or four - but he was appreciative of the offering of one of his favorites in the brown glass bottle. At least to start.

“Nah. We both decided not to.”

“Too bad. Would’ve loved to see her dressed as a sexy cat or medwitch.” Flynn sighed wistfully, earning an elbow to the gut.

“Were you daydreaming about my mate in a sexy Death Day costume? The fuck, Flynn?” Ruhn couldn’t keep the edge in his voice, shaking his head with a resigned half-grin at his brother. For all the gods, he could not understand how Ariadne managed to keep him in line. “Does a certain dragon know about this? I can’t imagine she’d be particularly happy.” Flynn’s brown eyes widened slightly as he coughed on the swig of beer he’d just taken, causing the raven-haired male’s grin to widen into something more devious. 

“No, no that’s not necessary,” his friend wheezed, clearing his throat. Ruhn’s jaw dropped, ready to say more, but the doorbell rang its shrill, olden days buzz. Saved by the bell, the young lord strode to the door, Ruhn following as he pulled it open. There was a strange silence, but he couldn’t yet see who had arrived. “Sweet fucking fuck, Cervos, you sure know how to make an entrance.” Flynn still hadn’t moved, and knowing that Lidia was the one on the threshold of the mansion and that his friend was clearly ogling her drew a rumble of warning from his chest. Gripping a shoulder, Ruhn all but threw his friend to the side, nearly desperate to see his lover after being made to wait so long.

But he was so woefully unprepared for what he saw.

The first thing he noticed was a familiar dark hilt jutting from behind her. His brows knitted for a moment, unsure why she would be carrying the Starsword. But then he took the rest of her in, and his forehead relaxed as the rest of his face and body went slack.

Long, luxurious golden hair was pulled into an elaborate braid that somehow looked both messy and intentional, forming something of a mohawk down the center of her head. Not unlike his own hair, which - as his violet-blue eyes trailed down the rest of her - may have been the intent. Her leather jacket was open, revealing a tiny, cropped v-neck tee and a toned stomach dotted with temporary tattoos that were decent enough imitations of the ones that decorated his skin. A chunky black belt ringed the top of indecent denim shorts, the frayed hem falling over fishnet tights.

Ruhn could feel his jeans tightening as his perusal followed the little diamond pattern until they reached her knees. And there, his gaze followed little laces as they passed under chains and buckles that seemed to blaze in the moonlight, until his intense study of her form finally reached her toes. Working on a swallow, his palm absently rubbing against his chest, he found her questioning gaze. Twin burning lanterns of liquid gold surrounded by smoke and shadow. And fuck those lips - painted a sinful shade of what he could only describe as ‘fuck-me red’.

“I thought…” The fae male had to clear his throat before rasping the words, “I thought we weren’t dressing up.” Lidia shrugged, those crimson lips stretching into a satisfied smirk. She stepped forward, entering his space, her face tilted up to his.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she cooed. Then she placed her palms on his chest and stretched up to place a kiss on his lips - a kiss that was far too innocent to have come from the bewitching sex goddess before him.

“It is a very, very good surprise,” he murmured, voice husky and ragged. He needed to get her inside. Somewhere private. Hopefully his raging hard-on wouldn’t be too noticeable as he rushed her to the nearest bathroom, though that seemed like it would be too cramped to be able to appreciate what she’d put together. And it would be a shame if he tore it off her before the night had even started…

Lidia’s breath was a searing brand at his ear. He hadn’t even felt her move. “It’s not the only one,” she whispered. With a casual pat to his pectoral, the jaw-dropping shifter moved around him and padded into the mansion, leaving a stunned Ruhn Danaan still trying to catch his breath.

The cool night air seeped into his skin, the chill sealing her absence. With a blink he spun, realizing that his mate - dressed as pure sin - was alone in that house. Males would be looking at her, Flynn being one of them, and his feet moved on a surge of possessiveness. When he found her she was talking to the bastard in question, and he grew impossibly harder when he noticed the way her ass cheeks peeked out temptingly from her shorts. Not to mention the way that long braid trailed down her back, over the sword he’d worn for so many years before Bryce had revealed herself as the true Starborn heir. He never realized seeing Lidia wearing a sword was something he needed in his life, but now he found himself wondering what she would look like if that was the only thing she wore.

It was that notion that solidified his certainty that they needed some… private time.

A few purposeful strides and he was behind her, his hands clutching her hips and pulling her against him. The friction was delicious, and he knew there was no way she couldn’t feel his arousal at her back. Ruhn hummed casually, dipping his chin over her shoulder and pressing his mouth against her cheek.

“I missed you today,” he murmured, letting his nose and mouth roam up toward her ear. “And I think we need some alone time”

She didn’t excuse herself from the conversation, didn’t utter a single word. Lidia only turned her chin to look into his eyes, the corner of her lips lifting. Gripping one of the hands at her hip she began walking, leading her mate to the stairs and beginning the climb. Her ass swayed, practically in his face, those shorts hiding so little. Gods, he wanted to cup those delectable, muscled cheeks.

“My eyes are up here, Princeling,” she crooned, turning a knowing golden gaze over her shoulder as she walked. 

“So all of this is purely innocent, then? No intention of distracting me with your tiny scraps that could barely be considered clothing?”

“Do you not like them?” Her pace quickened, tugging on his arm to pull him faster, until they reached the landing. He jerked his arm back, pulling her into his chest with a squeak, and let his palms find the curve of her waist.

“Don’t go putting words in my mouth, now, sweet girl.” The words were more of a growl than anything civilized, and the way her eyes glittered made his heart tumble and flutter. Lidia Cervos was testing his control.

Ruhn had always kept himself on a short leash with the shifter. Knowing what he did about her time with Pollux Antonius, he was always careful. It would gut him if he ever did something to cause her pain or fear. She’d assured him that he didn’t have to be so delicate, on more than one occasion. And now…

His attention had been so focused on her heated stare and parted lips that he hadn’t even realized that she’d pulled him into what appeared to be a study, with built-in shelves and a great desk, all crafted from dark cherry wood. And she continued her backward journey, until she was pressed against the beveled edge of the wooden surface. Ruhn leaned forward and rested his palms upon the cool, lacquered finish, caging the delectable female between muscled arms painted with intricate scrollwork and flowers and symbols. The beating pulse below her ear called to him, and he did not deny himself a taste of her sweetness.

Her lovely mint-and-rosemary scent flooded his senses as his lips brushed her heartbeat, then over her jaw, until he reached her crimson lips. He wanted to dive into them, plunge into her warmth. But when he ran his tongue over the seam of her mouth her hands pressed against his chest. When he lifted his eyes, he found her darkened gaze. She pushed him with more force, until he had to take a step back, and then another, and another. Until his back hit the wall.

“Lidia,” he murmured, watching her as her lips curled into a devilish smile. One finger pushed against the ring in his lower lip, and then she trailed it over his chin and down his throat, and further still. Until she had lowered herself to her knees before him, her fingers working first at his belt, then the button and fly of his jeans. “Lidia, baby, what are you doing?” he asked, but he reached over to shut the study door. His raging arousal had not quieted in the least, and he hissed as his mate pulled down his pants and boxers and exposed him to the cool evening air.

“I told you I had more surprises,” she purred, stroking him from base to tip and earning an animalistic groan. She was going to be the death of him. He stared at her as she opened her mouth, watching his cock slide between her blood red lips. It was all wet heat and pleasure, but there was something else, a new sensation as her tongue met his rigid length.

“Holy fuck,” he growled, feeling something smooth and cool flicking against him as the tip of her tongue toyed with him. Reaching down he gripped her chin, pulling himself out of her mouth. “Open up and show me your tongue, sweet girl.” It hadn’t been intended as a command, but there was no helping it. Ruhn was positively feral with need, and if he was about to see what he thought he would, he might explode right there.

And there it fucking was, a metal bar through her tongue, a little silver ball the culprit of those strange, incredible feelings. His grip tightened, and she giggled.

“I was thorough when putting together this costume, Ruhn,” she said, voice seductive as sin. “Very, very thorough.”

The prince pulled the golden-haired female to her feet, his grip hard on her jaw as he claimed his kiss, forcing his tongue into battle and playing with her new metal decoration. His erection was stiff against her stomach, growing achingly more rigid at the realization that her thoroughness may expand to other hidden areas. After all, she’d said there were more surprises, plural, hadn’t she?

He swallowed her heavy breaths with a groan and gripped her ass, pleasantly surprised that her immediate response was to lift her legs and hook them around his waist. Ruhn hurriedly walked them back to the desk, stepping out of his boxers and jeans in the process. Muscular legs relaxed when he settled Lidia upon the polished wood surface The dark-haired fae was unwilling to move his mouth from hers, but began fumbling at the buckles that kept the scabbard at her back.

“Impatient,” Lidia rasped against his lips with an amused huff. His hands didn’t slow, even for a moment, ripping the leather jacket down her arms as soon as the ancient blade clattered down to the floor.

“The only reason I’m not tearing these scraps off you is because this,” he palmed a breast over her tiny t-shirt, “and this,” his hand slid slightly further up, settling over what felt like a heartbeat as heavy and needy as his own, “are mine.” His words fell out between kisses, only separating long enough to pull the miniature tee over her head, revealing the scandalous black mesh bra that hid almost nothing, but did glorious things for her cleavage. And the little gold bar between those perfect breasts called to him - a blessed, simple front clasp.

Thank fuck.

“I waited so long for you, for the chance to stand by your side. And I don’t want to share. Is that all right, sweet girl?” Her answering moan went straight to his cock, and his calloused fingers finally unhooked the clasp to her lingerie, freeing her from her confines.

It was nothing less than an act of the gods that he didn’t cum right then.

Because through the peak of her left nipple was another little bar, each end a tiny gunmetal ball. A piercing to match his own.

Thorough, indeed.

“You’re fucking killing me, Lidia,” he growled, lowering his head to suck the pierced bud between his teeth. Her gasp was a gale-forced wind, fanning the flames of his lust as she plunged her fingers into his braid.

“Good, because it hurt like a motherfucker,” she answered. Ruhn’s chuckle was rich with dark promise as it rumbled from his chest and off his tongue, stimulating the bud he’d suckled into his mouth. Her other breast was in his palm, as he squeezed and massaged the sensitive flesh. When her fingers tightened against his scalp, he was only spurred onward.

His hands found her belt buckle as he trailed his tongue up over her chest, tasting her collarbone and throat before nibbling at her jaw. “Any more hidden surprises waiting for me, Starlight?” Ruhn grinned against her heated skin, reveling in the way her need seemed to match his own, her hips undulating as he opened the belt and unbuttoned and unzipped those teeny tiny shorts. “Lift your hips, baby.” With the shorts gone, the fishnets were next. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, and his arousal twitched with impatience.

Only the fishnets were left. And, much to his utter delight, tearing them open was a very viable option.

And tear them open he did.

“Gods-fucking-dammit,” he snarled. Her wetness shimmered in the moonlight, but it was the tiny ring in the hood that covered her clit that had sent him into a string of feral curses.

“Surpriiiiiise,” she mused, clearly satisfied with herself. But he would wipe that smug grin off her face. Ruhn would show her who was in charge, and he plunged two fingers deep into her slick heat, immediately pistoning them inside her. “Oh, fuck, Ruhn!” she cried, her fingers returning to his nape. She was so wet, so ready for him, and already so close to the edge. Not that he could blame her - he’d been about to explode since he saw her on the doorstep.

“Ready so soon?” he crooned, a question he didn’t expect her to answer. Instead of waiting for a response, he knelt down and sucked that little hoop into his mouth, tonguing the sensitive bud beneath it.

Lidia shattered, his name a wail on her lips, but his fingers kept working. His mouth remained on her, stretching her ecstasy until she collapsed onto the desk, legs trembling. Ruhn met her liquid gold gaze above her heaving breasts, flashing a rakish grin. One of her hands reached to him, brushing over his temple in invitation. He stood first, then leaned his body over hers, taking in her languid state with smug male satisfaction.

“Why are you not naked?”

Confused, the fae male glanced over to where his pants were puddled on the floor, before looking down at his black shirt with an amused huff. He hadn’t even realized. Hel, he still had his socks and shoes on. Sexy. But he took it in stride. “I could ask you the same question,” he crooned, jerking his chin toward her ruined fishnets and tall combat boots, the many chains and buckles catching the pale light drifting in through the windows.

“Well, whose fault is that?” Lidia demanded, voice cracking. Violet eyes darkened beneath a cocked eyebrow, the inked Vanir enjoying the challenge in her tone, ready to tease.

“As I recall,” Ruhn drawled, turning his attention to the zipper on the inside of her calf. The boots were a veritable bondage wet dream, if he were honest, the silver hardware glinting against the supple black leather. “You were quite impatient.” He tugged at the pull slowly, devastatingly so, humming in satisfaction as her shapely calf was revealed to him, inch by delectable inch. When he finally reached the bottom, he gingerly tugged the shoe off her foot, looking into his mate’s eyes as he tossed it carelessly to the floor with a few clinks and a thud. Then his focus shifted to her other leg. He dragged a finger over the three gleaming buckles at her ankle and the leather straps that circled it, before lifting a few strands of thick layered chains. When he dropped them the links jingled against each other, a sweet song of kinky promise. Ruhn found himself wishing they were detachable, his erection reminding him that he was still very much wanting as his mind conjured visions of his Starlight’s wrists and ankles wrapped in metal. He looked up at her again, finding that she’d lifted herself, sitting up and leaning back on her hands.

“I like these.” He smirked at the faint blush that colored her cheeks, wondering if she was imagining the same things he was. “A lot.”

“Is that so?” she replied breathily as Ruhn unzipped the remaining boot, eyes glued to fathomless pools of amber. He assumed it fell to the floor, but he was truly aware of nothing. Nothing except her. “You like leather and buckles and chains?” He didn’t miss how her tongue darted out to wet her lips. How her voice did not seem timid or fearful. But still he hesitated, wary of digging up any triggers that the Hammer might have left in his wake. Toeing his shoes and socks off, he let the silence stretch, watching her expression for any hint of uncertainty. When he saw nothing but her piqued interest and a tilt of the chin he leaned in, placing his palms on the desk on either side of her hips, the tips of his fingers brushing across her manicured nails. Her breath warmed his lips - so close - and he craved a taste.

“And what if I said that I do?” Ruhn waited, watched. Every blink, twitch of her lips, crinkle of her nose or brow. Searching for the slightest bit of concern. It didn’t take her but a moment to answer.

“You told me once that you’re a dominant male,” she began, dragging her plump lower lip between her teeth. Ruhn lifted a hand to cup her cheek, the rough pad of his thumb sweeping across the apple.

“And I also said that I don’t pressure my partners into things they don’t–” Lidia silenced him, closing the distance between them and stealing his words with a kiss. Her fingers skated over the buzzed side of his head, and he shuddered.

“Show me,” she whispered against his lips. Ruhn drew back, only a breath. Only far enough to let her words wash over him and his wide-eyed stare, to see the truth in her gaze.

Any remaining restraint he’d had vanished the moment her lips tilted into a gentle smile.

Ruhn surged forward, splitting her grin with his tongue and plundering those delicious red lips. Her hands cupped his face, holding on tight. His chuckle was dark against her mouth, and he brought his hands up to grip her wrists, pushing them away from his face before grabbing both in his broad palm. Lifting them over her head, the tattooed male leaned over her, forcing her to return to her back, her arms hitting the surface of the desk a moment later. Ruhn’s braid dangled down over a muscled shoulder as he loomed over her. Something deep within him stirred as he glanced up to her wrists in his grasp and pinned to the lacquered wood. He returned his focus to her face as he slowly, gratuitously drew his other hand up her body - her toned stomach, then up between her breasts. Until his palm fell against her neck, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His whisper was fierce. Reverent, even as his fingers burrowed into the hair at her nape. He lowered his lips to the corner of her mouth before flashing a devilish grin. “I have you right where I want you now, Starlight.” The shifter seemed to shudder beneath his touch, and it went straight to his aching cock. He could smell her arousal, heady and sweet. He needed to feel it, to be in it. And so his hand began a downward journey, retracing its path down her torso until it dipped below her navel, then further still. Until he reached her apex, calloused fingers stopping just short of that aching bud he’d had his mouth on mere minutes before. His thumb found that little ring in her hood and she gasped, the cool metal reminding him just how perfect she was. How she knew just how to push all his buttons.

“Are you ready for me, Lidia?” he crooned, inching his touch lower, until he found wetness and delicious, searing heat. His eyes rolled back, his exaggerated inhale and exhale stuttering. “Gods, you’re practically fucking dripping for me.” He looked up to her, casually shrugging a shoulder before sinking two fingers deep into her. Her wrists tensed in his grip as she flexed her fingers, a moan passing through her lips. Ruhn leaned back in, stealing a tender kiss. Then another, then a third. All the while, he lazily pumped his fingers in and out. Gods, all he wanted was to be inside her, burying himself to the hilt over and over with a punishing rhythm. But there would be time for that, and he was a patient male. Just because the sexy shifter had asked him to take charge didn’t mean it was going to be some messy, thoughtless, animalistic rough fuck. Ruhn was prepared to take his time, to drive his mate mad with pleasure. After all she’d been through, it was the least she deserved.

But, of course, he would be pounding into her before he was through - ideally reaching his climax to the sweet song of her screaming his name.

He took this chance to take her in - the way her cheeks and chest flushed, the way her eyelashes fell low over liquid pools of pure gold. A tiny whimper fell from her lips, and her hips bucked against his ministrations.

“Tell me what you want, Lidia,” was his response. Her answer was something of a groan mixed with a growl, and his lips quirked. “Use your words.” The pink in her cheeks deepened at the command, as if she only now realized that she might have to verbalize the things he was going to do. So instead, she bared her teeth.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” she hissed, but her eyes rolled back as he curled his fingers up inside her, brushing that oh-so-sensitive place.

“Don’t worry, greedy girl.” The shifter’s breath hitched, and Ruhn grinned - a dazzling, devilish thing - as he leaned down again, their noses nearly touching. He could breathe her in, devour her impatience, give her something else to do with those lips that seemed far too willing to make demands. “Soon enough, I’ll be burying myself so deep inside you so hard that you won’t even remember your own name. Hel, it might even happen before that, because I’m going to make sure to wring every ounce of pleasure from this wicked little body - until you don’t think you can take anymore - and then I will fuck you. But until then, you have to be patient. Can you be a good girl and be patient for me?” Her eyes had blown wide, her hips now undulating rhythmically with the pace of his fingers. Lidia gave a weak nod, to which he responded with a tsk as he pulled his fingers out.

The things her frustrated cry did to his cock when he did…

His voice lowered an octave, gravelly and nearly hoarse. “Use your words, sweet girl. Are you going to be patient?” His mate’s reply was almost immediate.

“Yes! Yes, Ruhn. Please.”

With a satisfied hum his fingers returned, pistoning into her sex hard and fast. His thumb found her clit and spread her wetness over it, before rubbing in tiny circles. Working that sensitive bud as he coaxed her ever-closer to the edge, her chest heaving with the extra effort it was taking her to breathe. Ruhn dipped his head and pulled her newly-pierced nipple between his teeth, feeling her walls clench around him.

“That’s it, Lidia. Cum on my fingers. I know you’re close,” he murmured against her breast. Then he sucked the tip in again, curled his fingers up against her spasming muscles, and ground the calloused pad of his thumb into that bundle of nerves.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, voice cracking, as he pulled her climax into his waiting palm. Lidia’s crackling moan turned into a sharp wail as Ruhn’s fingers worked her through every second, dragging from her every last muscle twitch and stuttered breath and strangled curse. When her orgasm subsided and he finally drew his hand away, he stared straight into a lustful gaze and licked his fingers clean. 

“You’re an animal,” Lidia scoffed, but affection shimmered in her eyes. The fae male chuckled and finally released his grip on her wrists.

“And you,” he began before claiming her mouth in a long, promise-laden kiss, “are delicious.” Sliding his hands under her, he lifted her up so she was sitting, with his nude, hard body between her legs. Moonlit indigo eyes grazed over her form, his impatient, needy fingers following. He cupped her left breast and brushed a thumb over the dusky nipple, its warmth at odds with the cool metal spheres on either side. His gaze dipped lower, to her apex, the silver hoop still gleaming like a beacon to his desire, though it was hidden from the light. “So when did this happen?” he asked as he returned his attention to his mate’s expression. Burning Solas, she was so fucking exquisite. He had always thought so, even when her stares had been hard and she wore her mask of cruelty and ice. But Lidia’s beauty had transformed into something warm and comforting. Looking at her was like coming home. He’d always had his mother, Bryce, and the boys, but this was different. Lidia never judged him. She listened and discussed and offered her thoughts and experiences, but the love he found in the amber ocean of her gaze was powerful. All-consuming.

“Today.” Ruhn’s brows shot up at her answer, though he should have known. They’d had sex the night before, and he definitely would have noticed her accessories had they been there. But if she’d just gotten them today, there was no way she could be fully healed. They may be Vanir, but she’d still had holes poked through her flesh. That didn’t just magically go away. The fae’s dark brows furrowed as he worried his lip ring with his tongue, and she giggled. “I may or may not have asked Hypaxia to help speed the healing.”

“Ah,” he breathed with an absent nod of realization. “So she was aware of your devious plan? Is this why you were so quiet today?” Lidia chewed on her lip and looked up at him through thick, dark lashes. His erection twitched, as if to remind him that he was still very much wanting. As if he couldn’t see the vixen right in front of him.

“I didn’t want to spoil the surprise,” she murmured quietly. Her lips twitched. “I wanted to see what you’d do. How you’d react.”

“And did I satisfy your wicked curiosity, sweet girl?” Ruhn leaned in, still stroking a thumb over her piercing as his other hand moved to grip her hip. His mouth pressed against her neck, right below her ear, before his tongue darted out to taste her sweet flesh. He nibbled there, suckling at the sensitive spot, and gave a dark, stuttered huff when she gasped and her body jerked in his grasp.

Her breathy yes was barely a whisper, even though it seemed to echo through him. With great effort he removed his hand from her breast, sending it downward so he was gripping her hips with both hands. Ruhn looked down for just a moment, placing himself in line with her entrance. As he thrust into her he captured her mouth, inhaling her moan as she took him to the hilt. He pulled out almost completely before pushing back in. It was a slow, patient pace, but deep and hard, and she panted against his lips with every upward thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so godsdamned good,” he rasped. It turned into a groan when he felt Lidia’s fingernails digging into his back - a delicious, erotic pain. “Oh, yes, baby. You better hold on tight.” He picked up speed, continuing to pound into her as her nails raked over his skin. His grip was firm on her hips, though he was momentarily distracted from her lips by the glint of her nipple piercing as it bounced in the moonlight.

“Ruhn.” The way she drew out his name felt like decadent sin - the slow, sickly sweet fall of honey from the comb. It lit him from within, flames churning his blood, driving his hips into a frantic rhythm.

“Tell me, Lidia. How does it feel having me so deep inside you? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Her only response was a whimper, as he felt her walls begin to flutter. With a snarl he pulled out and jerked her off of the desk. Her feet had barely touched the ground when he flipped her body around and then pushed her hips against the wood, a hand on her shoulder pushing her chest down on the lacquered surface. When he thrust back into her soaked core she cried out, and the vibration made his cock ache in the most satisfying way.

And then he was pounding into her.

His mate’s voice broke as she wailed a curse, and he felt her muscles clenching as she climaxed, but he wasn’t finished. The tattooed male kept thrusting, fucking her through her orgasm, his attention fixed on the way her fingers clutched at the beveled edge of the desk, knuckles white.

“Oh, fuck, Ruhn!” Gods, he loved the way she called his name in the throes of her ecstasy.

“Mmmm yes, sweet girl? Did you just cum on my cock?” When she didn’t answer, only panted in time with his thrusts, he brought a broad hand down upon her ass. It won him a curse from her lips, and he grinned. “Tell me, Lidia. Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Another slap, against her other cheek, and she answered with a roughened scream.

“Yes! Fuck, yes, Ruhn!”

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he pulled her back up by her shoulders, her back arching as he wrapped his arms around her. One hand palmed her throat, the other squeezing a pert breast as his movement stalled. With an inhale, he breathed her in and reveled in her essence. Then his lips brushed the shell of her ear, breath hot upon her flushed skin.

“And do you want to cum again, sweet girl?”

Her response was a stuttering whisper. “Y-y-yes.” He practically purred, the sound rumbling through his chest, as he began to saw into her again. He kept his grip on her neck while his other palm slid down her stomach until his fingers found their destination. Two callous-padded fingertips circled her clit, already swollen and sensitive from his attention and her arousal. The new stimulation drew a strangled shriek from her throat, the sound humming against his grip. His pace became frantic and uneven, and he knew he would burst soon. But he knew that his mate wouldn’t last long, either. So he whispered his indecent encouragement into her ear. 

“Now be a good girl and cum for me. I want everyone on this fucking block to hear the pleasure I’m giving you.”

Lidia detonated around him, squeezing him so tightly he couldn’t stop himself from falling over the edge with her. She screamed - a jagged, crackling wail - as he jerked and released into her. His fingers continued rubbing at that bundle of frayed nerves, coaxing tremors from her body, the spasms milking him until they were both spent.

Ruhn slowly lowered himself to his knees, pulling out of her before guiding her down with him. He didn’t want her to come down from the high splayed across the desk. He wanted to hold her and touch her and love her, so he sat on the floor and gathered the golden-haired shifter against his broad, glistening chest. His hands roamed over her back as her shivers subsided, and he whispered sweet words of praise and gratitude against her hair as her fingers traced the tattoos on his pec and toned stomach.

“Was that okay, Starlight?” he asked, apprehension building as the silence lengthened between them. Sure, she’d asked him to take control, but he wanted to be certain. Needed to be. Lidia lifted her head and palmed his jaw, drawing his gaze into warm pools of gold.

“I loved it, Ruhn.” She pulled him down and placed a tender kiss upon his lips. “I loved it and I love you.”

The Valbaran prince wasn’t sure if he’d ever smiled so wide. “I love you, too, sweet girl.”

After a few more minutes Ruhn begrudgingly acknowledged that their absence had likely been noticed by now - assuming nobody had heard Lidia’s screaming climax - and that they should probably get dressed. He lifted the shifter from his lap and gathered the clothes that had been scattered over the floor. Something jingled when he palmed her leather jacket, and his brows nearly rose to his hairline when he drew the source of the noise from one of the pockets.

A pair of shiny silver handcuffs.

“Lidia,” he started, turning to her with them hanging from a finger. “Do you want to tell me why these are in your pocket?”

His mate just shrugged, pulling her tiny shorts over her now-bare legs - the fishnets had been considered a lost cause and discarded. “I was prepared to offer additional encouragement if you were still unwilling to take control.” Ruhn groaned, willing his growing hardness away with grinding teeth.

“Such a shame. If I’d have known I had these at my disposal…” His voice trailed off as Lidia sauntered to him and grabbed the cuffs and her jacket from his grasp. She rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek.

“There’s always next time, Princeling.” 

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Nosy Best Friends

Tristan Flynn x Reader

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Based on this request from Anon! It was very fun to write and it gave me a second, related idea that I'm planning to post Monday, so thanks for sending it in! Hope you like it!

Fandom: Crescent City

Summary: Flynn's been disappearing a lot to spend time with his human girlfriend, and his friends have decided to finally figure out where he's been going.

Word Count: 2,219

Category: Fluff, Humor, maybe a tiny bit of Angst? But not really

A/N: This fic also has a prequel called Presentation Problems and a sequel called The Best Night Ever, but can also be read on its own!

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

Ruhn's POV

"Where the Hel are you going?"

Flynn barely stopped at the sound of my voice, half-turning back with an irritated look. I gave him the same one right back.

"I'm going out. Why do you care?"

"You've been disappearing doing Urd knows what for weeks. Come on, Flynn, what's going on?"

Flynn just rolled his eyes. "Nothing, mom. Just relax and mind your own business."

He turned on his heel and walked out the door without looking back. I watched him go, then turned to Dec on the couch.

"Something's going on with him."

"Yeah. Think it's time we do something about it?"

"Definitely."

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Y/N's POV

I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I tried to reread what I'd written for the thousandth time. I'd been holed up in my apartment for almost forty-eight hours straight working on a paper for grad school, and I'd started to go a little crazy.

The only reason I hadn't gone crazy about twenty hours ago was my boyfriend, Tristan Flynn. He'd been keeping me company, providing a stream of encouragement and my favorite snacks and helping me take a break when I really needed it, even if I wouldn't admit it. He'd left a couple hours ago to go do something he needed to do, and I'd come very close to hurling my laptop at the wall in his absence.

We'd first met in a similar situation, when I'd hurled my notebook across what I'd thought was an empty classroom. Flynn had been looking for somebody the Aux had followed to campus, and only his fae reflexes had kept him from taking my notebook to his head. If I hadn't been stressed out of my mind already, I would've been worried about having accidentally attacked a member of the fae Aux, especially as a human, but I'd hit my limit that day, so instead I'd shouted at him for interrupting my studying.

Luckily for both of us, once he'd recovered from his shock, he'd seemed to be into that. He'd tried to get me to leave for safety reasons, and I'd refused, so he'd stayed. We ended up hitting it off the bat, and the rest was history.

We'd been together for a few months now, and despite every warning I'd ever heard against dating a member of the Vanir, it was quite honestly the best relationship I'd ever been in. We hadn't told anyone else in our lives yet, mostly because we didn't want our little bubble of happiness being burst, but I had a hard time believing anything could ruin what we'd found together.

The few seconds I'd spent losing myself in memories had been nice, but the glaring light of my laptop screen didn't let me escape for long. I sighed heavily, trying to decide whether it was worth it to power through. I didn't entirely have a choice, unless I wanted to drop out of grad school, but maybe I could find something to do as a small break.

Somebody must have been listening to my silent pleas, because a moment later my phone rang. I smiled when Flynn's face popped up, a terrible picture of him that I'd taken when he wasn't ready. He always switched it back to a shirtless one he'd taken himself when he got the opportunity, and it had become a little silent war between us.

"You have amazing timing," I sighed as soon as I picked up. I could hear his smile through the other end of the phone.

"I always do. Come downstairs."

"...You know I shouldn't. This paper-"

"Is something you've been holed up in that apartment working on for way too long. You're driving yourself insane, and last I checked, you can't turn in anything if you smash your laptop to pieces against the wall. Besides, humans need sunlight. And fresh air."

"An expert on that, are you?"

"I sure am," his voice purred over the phone and I rolled my eyes, but I also felt heat rising on my cheeks. "Just come down here, and I'll show you how much of an expert I am."

I let out a long breath through my nose. Flynn was right. Sitting in this apartment driving myself insane wasn't helping anything. And besides, I really wanted to go spend time with him.

"Alright. I'm on my way."

"Good. I'll see you in a second."

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Ruhn's POV

"What in Hel is he doing here?" I hissed to Dec, trying to keep my voice down. We'd tailed Flynn to some apartment complex not far from the college we'd chased some monster down at not long ago.

"I don't know..." said Dec. "Maybe he's got a lead on something for the case? Or a new case, related to all that shit we dealt with last time?"

"You think Flynn's spending his time off work doing more work?"

I shot Dec a look, and he snorted.

"Okay, you're right. It's probably not that."

We turned back to watch Flynn, who had a full bouquet of flowers in his hands. He'd put on the nicest clothes he owned, and if I didn't know better, I would've thought-

"Oh! Tristan, holy shit!"

Dec and I stared wide-eyed as a human female came out of the apartment building, absolutely beaming at Flynn. She ran to him and jumped in his arms, hugging him tight, as he picked her up and spun her around. He kissed her, and when they pulled apart they stayed close, forehead to forehead, just staring at each other lovingly, something I'd never seen Flynn do with a female. I glanced at Dec to find him looking just as shocked as me, and when I turned back to find Flynn practically floating looking at the girl in front of him, I couldn't help my surprised shout.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

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Y/N's POV

Tristan and I whirled around in sync at the sound of a loud shout from across the street. I found two fae males staring at us, looking absolutely outraged, and I started to get a little worried until my boyfriend shouted back.

"What the FUCK are you two doing here?"

"I take it you know them?" I asked, turning to Flynn and keeping my voice low. He shook his head, but the irritation in his eyes faded the second he looked at me.

'Yeah, sweetheart, I do. They're my roommates and my friends from the Aux. And they're absolute idiots."

I turned to find the idiots in question storming across the street and towards us, shouting at cars that almost hit them in the process. Unconsciously, I took a half step towards Flynn, and he immediately wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

Not a moment too soon. His friends finally made it across traffic to come to a stop in front of us, and my jaw literally almost hit the floor when I realized one of them was the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae.

"What the Hel are you doing?" demanded the prince before turning to me. "And who is this?"

"I'm his girlfriend," I snapped, not quite able to stop myself. Both newcomers stared at me in wide-eyed shock, then whirled on their friend.

"Your what?"

"My girlfriend," Flynn said, an edge of steel in his voice that I'd only heard once or twice, usually in relation to Aux business.

The fae before us shared an absolutely shocked look, then whirled back around to look at Flynn.

"Why the Hel didn't you tell us?"

"Is that where you've been sneaking off to every day for the last few months?"

"What the fuck, Flynn?"

They shouted their questions at Flynn in sync, then without waiting for my boyfriend to get ahold of himself enough to answer, the one I didn't recognize turned to me with an apologetic smile.

"I'm Declan," he said, holding out a hand for me to shake. I stared at it for a minute, then slowly took it. "It's nice to meet you."

"...Nice to meet you, too."

"Ruhn. Also nice to meet you," said the prince with a chin nod of a hello in my direction. Then, he turned back to Flynn. "You know everybody's gonna lose it when they realize you've been keeping a steady girlfriend a secret from us, right?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Bunch of Aux members, a spy, and Bryce, it's your own fault for not figuring it out sooner. You should be better at your jobs than this."

Ruhn and Declan's mouths dropped open, and I laughed. I could see them getting ready for a comeback, so I stepped even closer to Flynn and fixed the other two fae with a bright smile.

"It's been nice to get to meet some of Tristan's friends, and I'm sure I'll see you both again soon. But right now, I was promised a break from my term paper by my wonderful boyfriend, and I don't intend to let anything get in the way of that."

"I'd listen if I were you," said Flynn, a massive smile on his face as he looked at me with the most lovesick expression I'd ever seen. It made my heart melt. "We met because she almost clocked me in the head with a notebook for interrupting her study session."

"Well technically I threw the notebook before you came in. And then I yelled at you for interrupting."

"Are you trying to say you wouldn't have thrown the notebook at my head anyway if it'd still been in your hands?"

"...No, I probably would've."

"I know. And I love it." He grinned, leaning in for a heated kiss. It still took my breath away, kissing him, even though it'd been a few months now, and he pulled away far too soon for my liking. "What do you say we get the Hel out of here for your distraction?"

"I say Hel yeah, let's go."

He gave me one last quick peck, then pulled back with a wink. His arm stayed wrapped around my waist as we turned to head off to whatever surprise he had planned, not bothering to spare more than a nod at his absolutely stunned friends.

"You get the weekend, Flynn!" one of them called after us. "And then we're having a party and getting to know this female you're so head over heels for!"

"Sure!" Flynn said, calling back over my head. "As long as she decides she actually wants to meet you!"

I snorted, and when I looked at Flynn I found a beaming smile on his face as we walked down the street together. He held out the hand that wasn't around my waist, finally presenting me with the gorgeous bouquet he'd first shown up with.

"For you."

"Thanks, Tris." I took the flowers and leaned into him, and we continued in comfortable silence for a moment. Then Flynn cleared his throat.

"So, do you... uh, do you want to meet them? My friends and everybody?"

"Well, that depends a little bit... why were they so shocked? Was it because I'm human?"

"No." Flynn's response was immediate, and he stopped dead in his tracks to turn me to face him. He put both hands on my shoulders, his warm brown eyes finding mine. "I would never voluntarily spend time with people who felt or thought that way."

"Okay... then why did they seem so surprised to see you with somebody?"

He grimaced. "You... might be the first serious girlfriend I've had. Ever."

My eyebrows shot up, and my heart skipped a few beats.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I think my record before this was... seeing the same female for two weeks? Maybe?"

I couldn't help barking a laugh, and Flynn grimaced again. My heart, on the other hand, was soaring as I reached up to gently cup his cheek.

"Well, I guess I can see why your friends were so surprised then. I'd be happy to meet them. And I'm honored to be the first female you've decided to stick around for."

He grinned at me, making my heart race even faster, then slowly leaned in until our lips were just a hair's breadth away.

"I'm honored to be a fae male you're willing to date. Based on what another friend has told me, a human like you wouldn't be willing to give just any of us a chance."

I snorted. "Yeah, no kidding. But I'm glad I gave you one."

"Me too."

I gave Flynn a little smirk, then leaned in to close the rest of the distance between us. He wasted no time kissing me back, hard, and we quickly deepened the kiss. I let my one free hand wander up to tangle in his hair, and I was ready to lose myself in him right then and there, but after a few long moments he gently pulled back.

"As much as I'd like to continue this... I think you'll really like the surprise break I have planned."

I smiled, going in for one last quick kiss, then pulling all the way back.

"Alright. Let's go. As long as we can continue this after I finish my assignments?"

"If I ever say no to that, you should be concerned."

I laughed as we headed off down the street together again, hand in hand. I still had many hovering stressors, from school to finally meeting Flynn's extended friend group, but I knew I'd have him with me for all of it. I was starting to get the feeling he was in it for the long haul, and even though that brought plenty of challenges, I couldn't help being excited for it all the same.

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Queen Arman Pithou | Queen of Nok | Hrithik Roshan | True Versatile

INTRO | THREADS | VISAGE

Lord Commander Bane Colasso | Lord Commander of Ondera | Dwayne Johnson |  Versatile-Top - Dominant

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Prince Daemon Vastic | Crown Prince of Rhorm | Rome Flynn | Top - Switch

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Prince Eren Gauthier | Prince of Dele | Ruairi O’Connor | Virgin Submissive, Blessed By Etia

INTRO | THREADS | VISAGE

Rider Magnus | Rider of Nok | Henry Cavill | Versatile-Top - Switch

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Prince Matai Meksi | Prince of Eddis | Lewis Tan | Versatile - Dominant

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Warden Osric Azuara | Senior Warden of Rhorm | Harry Shum Jr | True Versatile

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Prince Rafael Canalo | Prince of Ondera | Sean Teale | Versatile - Dominant

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Lord Solomon Nadeau | Gentleman-In-Waiting | Rafael Silva | Versatile-Bottom - Switch

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Title: A Tragedy of Fawns and Fate

Author: @yanny-77

Rating: Not Rated

Main Pairing: Elain Archeron/Lord Hawthorne [Background Azriel/Eris Vanserra, other pairings]

Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Slow Burn, Mating Bond, ACU (Azris Cinematic Universe), Broken Mating Bond, Rejected Mating Bond, Rare Pairings, Family Drama, Family Feels, Secret Identity, Romance, Eventual Romance, Sex, Smut, Weird Plot Shit, Plot Twists, plot heavy, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Unexpected villains, Gay Sex

Summary: Elain loves Flowers. Lord Hawthorne has the best garden in FiRo. Could this be love at first sight?

At its heart, this is a story of a fae lord, his son, and the female who turned their lives upside down. Join Lord Hawthorne and his son Tristan Flynn as they navigate the post-Asteri world and cross the Northern Rift into Prythian. There will be secret identities, unexpected villains, romance, epic battles, drama, broken bonds, and so much more.

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Word Count: 30,501

Status: In Progress

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