#crescent city fluff

[shadowdaddies]

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

thanks for the request, love💜

Just a Bet

Ruhn x Reader angst to fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[danikamariewrites]

You write for all SJM characters, right? Can I please request something fluffy with Ithan? :)

Come to Bed Baby

Ithan x reader

A/n: poor Ithan gets no love and he needs it, he’s been through A LOT

Warnings: none

You jolted awake sucking in a harsh breath. Sitting in bed you gripped the sheets to get your bearings. Taking a few deep breathes you told yourself over and over again that your dream wasn’t real. It wasn’t a nightmare, it was just a really odd dream. Like one of those weird, brightly colored horror movies.

Shaking your head you look to Ithan’s side of the bed hoping to find him sleeping peacefully. You sigh, disappointed you couldn’t cuddle up to your boyfriend. You look at the clock on his bedside table which reads 2:30 AM.

You only came upstairs at midnight. Ithan must still be playing video games with the Flynn and Ruhn. Throwing the covers back you climb out of bed, padding across the room to grab Ithan’s Sunball hoodie that you’ve now claimed as yours and head downstairs.

You silently creep down the stairs, pausing when you see Ithan on the couch. He’s laughing with Ruhn and Flynn, controller in hand as he stares intensely at the giant TV screen. You smile to yourself. You’re so happy to see him smile. Ithan was lost and sad for a long time after Connor died.

Once Bryce was back in his life Ruhn basically took Ithan in and he became part of the Frat Pack. They might never fill the hole Connors death left in his heart, but those three are dam good surrogate brothers.

As you lean on the railing the old wood creaked under your weight. The three males’ attention snaps to you and your cheeks heat. Ithan smiles at you handing the controller over to Flynn who wiggles his eyebrows at him. “Baby what are you doing up?”

You pad down the rest of the stairs, over to the couch, and into Ithan’s open arms. Sitting on his lap he kisses your cheek. “I thought you were going to bed?” He whispered in your ear. “I had a weird dream. I couldn’t go back to sleep without you.” You whisper back.

Pulling away from his neck you give him a fake pout. “Will you please come to bed with me? I can’t sleep without you squishy.” Ithan goes crimson at the nickname. Ruhn is kind enough to hold back his laugh, even though it’s a piss poor attempt. Flynn on the other hand cackles repeating the nickname.

Ithan stares him down borderline growling at the Fae lordling. You giggle at him. Ithan quickly stands bidding his friends goodnight, carrying you bridal style back to bed.

He throws you on the bed earning another giggle from your lips. He strips down to his boxers and slips under the covers next to you. Ithan wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his bare chest, cradling your head and stroking your hair.

“Better?” You let out a hum. “Much. Sorry if I embarrassed you squishy.” Ithan let’s out a breathy laugh. “You could never embarrass me baby.” He kisses the crown of your head whispering, “Get some sleep baby. I’ll be here all night.”

Your eyes shut, heavy with sleep. Ithan heard your breathing even out and he smiled down at you. He was so in love with you and would do anything to make you happy. Even letting you call him squishy in front of his friends.

tags: @rigelus @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

[cadiacore]

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ teddy bear | hunt athalar x fem!reader

a/n: I had this idea for a while and even though it's not as long as I thought it would be, it's still very cute to me. @estevnys here is a small blurb of what I think the angel would be like while tending to you during that time of the month.

warning(s): mention of pain, fluff, period talk, swearing, etc.

wc: 500+

Everything. Fucking. Hurts! You would rather die than have to deal with cramps from Hel. Hunt was still on a mission with Ruhn, and you didn’t know when he would be home. You need your angel teddy bear, but you refrain from calling him. 

Soft, comforting music sounded from your Bluetooth speakers. Its melody soothed your mind, and the heating pad barely touched your abdomen's stabbing sensation. A small whimper emerges as another wave of pain hits you. You were going to make yourself some food, but there’s too much pain to even function. 

Why did the gods give you this damn curse of being a female? 

Hours pass by, and the front door opens. You want to get up, but the pain prevents you from moving. “Sweetheart?” You could cry now that he’s home. 

“In here,” you croak out. A few seconds pass, and the bedroom door opens. You smile weakly at the angel. 

The bed dips from his weight as he sits beside you, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Another wave of pain hits you, and you whimper as you grab your stomach. That’s when it hits him.

Instantly he is up and changing into different clothes, then into bed with you. He gently pulls you into his side and kisses your head. You let out a sigh of contentment and snuggle closer to him. Both of you have a running joke about him being your space heater.

“How was the mission? Did you find anything?” 

He sighs and smoothes down your hair, “Yes, and all the evidence is at the Aux with Ruhn. It’s okay now.” You breathe a sigh of relief. The Asteri had information about the different worlds and neglected to share the information with the other leaders. Hunt had explained that he and Danaan had been planning that mission for a while, ever since the Autumn King mentioned the evidence. 

Everyone, even you, has been curious about parallel worlds. You look up and raise a brow, “You’re not gonna tell me anything, are you?” His answering smirk says everything. He can’t tell you a single thing until the all clear. 

Your stomach growls, and he looks down at you, “Have you not eaten yet?” You mentally cringe because you know he’s adamant about you eating three meals a day, which you haven’t done since he’s been gone. You’ve been in too much pain to eat, and it’s already midnight, so it’s too late to eat. 

“No, my pain has been too bad for me to eat. I can’t eat when I’m in pain.” You know him well enough that it won’t be a good enough excuse for not eating. He hums. He gently untangles himself from you and leaves the room. No doubt that he’s on his way to cook you up something. 

Ten minutes pass, and he still isn’t in bed with you. You’re not in a severe amount of pain right now, so you pad your way into the kitchen. Whatever he’s making smells delicious. You go to his side and rest your head on his arm as he stirs the contents in a pot. Then you realize what it is. It’s spaghetti, your favorite food. 

Anything related to pasta is your favorite, and he knows that fact. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” you say as the scent of the pasta enters your nose. 

“I know, but you’re hungry.” He kisses the top of your head and turns off the stovetop. “Do you want to sit on the couch and eat or eat in bed?” 

“Bed.”

[helionmylove]

I'm in love with your blog!! I was wondering if you could write a fic with Ithan, something fluff? Maybe the reader has a nightmare or they confess there fellings

Here's a little present before I go on vacation.

Only a Dream; Ithan x Reader Drabble

Warning: The nightmare is kinda violent.

Claws dug into your flesh, holding you in place to force you to watch as your mate was beaten.

Bone cracked, blood flowed.

Your throat burned from your screams. No matter how loudly you pleaded they wouldn't stop. Sabine mocked you for begging for his life. Your mate's life. She walked away from his abused body as his breathing slowed.

Walked away as if nothing happened as Ithan died merely feet in front of you.

You jolted awake, eyes not entirely used to the darkness surrounding you yet. Your heart thundered against your chest. Cool sweat clinging to your back and forehead. Breathing raggedly shaking your exhausted form.

A strong arm tightened around your waist, pulling you into a familiar scent. You turned your head to find warm, worried eyes glancing back at you.

"It was only a dream, sweetheart." Ithan soothed, voice gruff with sleep.

"Just felt so real." You rubbed at your eyes, desperate to scrub the vision away.

"Whatever it is, won't happen. I'll protect you."

He placed a kiss to your forehead before pulling you closer to him. Your face fit perfectly into the crook of his neck. His scent lulling you back to sleep, reminding you he was real. This was real.

"You were the one in danger," you explained.

Ithan's large hand worked its way under your shirt, stroking your spine with long strokes. "Well, then I'm not worried because you'll protect me. That's what we do right? Protect each other?"

You nodded against his shoulder. "Always."

"Everything's okay as long as we have each other." His hum vibrated in his chest.

"I'm sorry for waking you."

"Don't be." His free hand tangled in your hair. "If it were the other way around, you'd do the same thing. Let's try to get some sleep, okay?"

"Explain sunball to me?"

"That isn't sleeping."

"Yeah, but it'll help."

"Thinking sunball is boring is grounds for divorce." Ithan pinched your bum.

"We aren't married." You rolled your eyes, pinching his side in retaliation. "And it's not that it's boring. I just like hearing you talk about something you love. Helps me sleep."

He couldn't really argue with that. "Okay, the rules of sunball..."

Within minutes you were peacefully asleep once more, tucked safely into bed with your beloved mate.

[jeannineee]

hi love! for the new bingo what about a fluffy drunken confession of love from Ruhn? 💜

Two Truths

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

a/n: based on this bingo card

“Mornin’ princess,” Ruhn slurred, wrapping an arm around your waist, his nose nuzzling your neck.

You laughed breathily. You weren’t unaccustomed to receiving affection from your best friend, but given his intoxicated state, you carefully pulled away.

“It’s nighttime, Ruhn. One in the morning.”

Ruhn looked genuinely confused. “Am I really that drunk?”

You nodded, unable to hide the grin forming on your lips. “You are that drunk.”

Ruhn ignored your reply, instead giving your form a shameless once-over. “You look very pretty tongiht.”

You rolled your eyes, but a blush bloomed on your face anyway. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Ruhn shot you a wicked grin. “Absolutely.”

You had a slight feeling that his idea of ‘bed’ was different than yours as you led him up the stairs to his room. He plopped on the bed, hard enough that the frame creaked.

Ruhn reached his arms out to you. “C’mere, princess.”

You laughed. “Not tonight, Ruhn. Get some sleep.”

The prince pouted. “That’s rude. The girl I love won’t even cuddle with me.”

Your heart fluttered. “Wh—huh?”

Ruhn huffed dramatically. “You heard me. I love you, yet you won’t even cuddle with me.”

“You’re very drunk, Ruhn,” you murmured. He must be shit-faced, to be saying things like this.

Ruhn hummed. “Two things can be true at once: I’m drunk, and I love you.”

Holy Hel.

“Are you going to leave me hanging? My arms are hurting,” Ruhn said, and only then did you realize that he was still holding his arms out to you.

You climbed into bed next to him, resting your head on his chest, absentmindedly tracing along the tattoos on his arm.

“Aren’t you gonna say it back?” Ruhn asked, sounding as though he was already on the verge of sleep.

“I will,” you replied quietly, smiling to yourself. “When you’re sober.”

Ruhn groaned. “Fine.”

[amara-moonlight]

I found the fics i was looking for im unstoppable now muhaha 😈👹

anyway i might creat a list with all of them bc it was so annoying having to scroll down to find them

[oliviajdjarin]

Azriel Shadowsinger: Worst Fear— Worst Nightmare

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary/Teaser: “The place was so cold he could see his breath as he exhaled, and he took one last step forward before the screaming started. It took his brain a few seconds to recognize whose it was, but it took his body no time at all.”

Warnings: major trigger warnings of burning flesh, screaming, crying, panic attacks, blood, death, and even more panic attacks. Reader is naked, cries, and dies in the dream, but softness at the end I swear.

A/N: Thank you so so much to @peachyxlynch for requesting this. This fic was truly a labor of love, and I really hope you enjoy.

SJM Masterlist

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it would be much appreciated <3

“What’s your worst fear?”

You asked him this nonchalantly. As if it wasn’t something he dreaded every minute of every day, and he didn’t experience it every time he closed his eyes.

“My worst fear?” he responded, trying to match his tone with your lighthearted one.

“Yes. Your worst fear.”

He exhaled through his nose, and ran his thumb across your bare hip bone. The bedsheets hid the majority of your dewy bodies.

He didn’t want to explain it. Bring it into existence. Even the chance of it happening made him want to vomit.

So he showed you.

He lifted his hands from your hair and your hips, and gently guided your fingers along the scarred tissue of his hands. You traced down from the tips of his fingers to the middle of his wrists. Not an inch of skin went unnoticed.

It was one of the very few times when Azriel didn’t completely loathe them, and one of the many times you adored them.

“You,” he said. “Feeling this kind of pain. Ever.”

~~*~~

He knew he shouldn’t have spoken it into existence.

With no memory of how or when or why, Azriel found himself standing in a darkened hallway so tight he couldn’t breathe.

His back was pressed against a cold wall, so he had no other way to go than forward.

His heart beat loudly in his ears, and his breath quickened with every step he took.

The hall was dark and empty and endless and soulless.

After what seemed like hours of walking, Azriel began to notice the walls getting thinner and thinner. The stone turned into poles, and the frigid walls opened up into cells.

Cells.

Azriel was in a prison. A vacant, shadowed prison.

Suddenly, as if the place itself was waiting for his realization, a row of obsidian torches lit up across the wall to his left, then to his right.

The lights went on and on and on.

But yet, Azriel remained completely alone.

His back and shoulders hurt from holding them so tensely, and his eyes began to water as defeat settled into his stomach.

He had no choice. He had to go on.

The place was so cold he could see his breath as he exhaled, and he took one last step forward before the screaming started.

It took his brain a few seconds to recognize whose it was, but it took his body no time at all.

He dropped all sense of reason, panic, and logic.

His body knew you, and he trusted it would take him to you.

He ran so fast his wings started lifting him into the air, and he only picked up the pace when shades of orange and red began to peak through a group of cells further down.

Your screams got louder, and his mind went blank with dread. His throat was swollen with nausea and tears.

Finally, Azriel was able to think straight enough to recognize the vibrant colors bouncing off of the stone walls.

Fire.

He could no longer feel his body.

“Y/N!” he screamed, and you responded with a piercing screech of his name.

“I’m coming!” he responded, and was finally within reach of your cell.

He was already mapping out how long the deaths would be of whoever put you there.

He collapsed onto your cell door, grabbing it and shaking it so harshly that centuries of dust and dirt released, and his eyes fluttered at just how blinding the flames were. The heat washed over him, and more tears dripped into his mouth as he screamed.

The sight of you.

He could already feel it warping his mind, feeding off of him like a parasite. It would swallow him whole for the rest of his life, and every day in the Hel he deserved to see for letting this happen to you.

On your knees, naked, and burning. The same spots his own hands had been burned, only this time, it was you instead of him.

This was not just his worst fear, but his worst nightmare.

The flames reflecting in the defeat of your eyes was what caused him to finally break.

He screamed out in agony, and began attempting to rip the cell door from the ancient stone.

“Hang on,” he screamed. “Hang on.”

Your eyes locked with his, and you began to sob.

“It hurts Azriel. It hurts.”

“I know it does baby. I know.” He was sobbing right along with you.

He had heard others say that they could forget the intensity of their pain, but Azriel had never forgotten that.

He continued to tug on the ancient stone, pulling with any of the strength he had left. His shouts of frustration echoed, and the flames grew higher and hotter against your flesh.

Your sobs had slowly come to a stop as he pulled and ripped against the stone, and you licked your blood covered lips.

“Azriel,” you mumbled softly.

“I’ve almost got it,” he said breathlessly. His chest rose and fell quickly as he continued to yank, and his tendons began to pop out of his neck.

“Azriel,” you repeated. “Look at me.”

“Stop.”

“It’s okay.”

“Y/N stop.”

“You can’t—”

“Yes I can.” He rammed his body weight against the stone—once, twice.

It was the third time that he knew he would never be able to get it to budge. He pressed his forehead against the bars and allowed his head to hang low. His exhaustion and grief wouldn’t allow him to catch his breath.

“I’m not…I can’t let you—”

“Azriel, please.”

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he could. He didn’t want to look. He didn’t want it to be real.

“Just let me look at you. That’s all I want.”

His shoulders shook, and he squeezed the cell’s poles so hard his knuckles went white.

He swallowed, still unable to breathe, and looked into your gorgeous eyes. They still captivated him, so much so that he was unable to look away.

You were now laying on your side, facing him. He could tell you were using the last of your strength to keep your eyes open.

His heart was in pieces. It would never leave that cage.

“I love you Azriel. More than anything.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, and your body went limp.

This wasn’t real.

“No.”

This wasn’t real.

“Y/N.”

This wasn’t real.

“Y/N wake up,” he screamed. “Wake up.”

Gone. You were gone.

He pounded against the cell. He felt his knuckles and hands cracking, but he didn’t care.

“Wake up!”

He heard a whisper of his voice, like some sort of echo in his brain, but be ignored it.

“Get up Y/N, I’m not leaving.”

“Azriel,” the voice whispered again.

“I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving,” he whimpered, still sobbing your name over and over again. He fell to his knees against the stone.

“Azriel,” the voice whispered again, softly and hesitantly. “It’s a dream. Wake up baby.”

“Wake up.”

That was the last thing he heard before he was pulled from the darkness.

~*~

Azriel woke up to the feeling of falling. He lurched so far forward the entire bed rocked, and his sweaty fists were squeezing the sheets so tightly it stung.

Sheets.

He was in his bed.

“Az?”

He jolted. He didn’t mean to, but he did, and you sucked in a gasp.

He felt sweat drip down his naked chest as he turned to look at you, and he tried to blink away his tears. Their stickiness covered his cheeks down to the top of his neck.

Your cheeks didn’t look much different.

You blinked away your own tears and sniffled, looking radiant in the moonlight. The freshly cleaned sheets covered your nude body, but he still saw the tops of your collarbones.

Gorgeous, as always. His heart-rate slowed ever so slightly.

“It was—it was just a dream,” you sputtered out. “I promise. I’m okay. You’re okay.”

He continued to suck in quick breaths, seeing you dead on the cold prison floor, and his lungs refused any oxygen.

“Say it,” you whispered, scooting closer to him. “Say what happened.”

He had had moments like these before. You had talked him down from each one.

“You,” he began. His throat felt too small to speak. “You…you didn’t—”

You shushed him. “Slow down. Breathe. Then speak.”

Your voice was so gentle. So pure.

He exhaled, and more tears dripped down his mouth as he described what he saw.

“Your—your hands. They were burning, like mine did. Only…you were naked. In a cage. And I couldn’t—”

His own sob cut him off, and you slid your hand on top of his scarred one. You ran your thumb over the textured skin.

“I couldn’t…save you. You died in front of me, and I wasn’t strong enough to—”

His leveled breath turned hysterical, and you understood.

“Oh Az,” you whispered, and pushed his head into your chest, letting him fall apart.

He wrapped his arms around your middle, and tucked his head into you as tightly as he could.

“I can’t lose you,” he cried. “I can’t.”

“And I can’t lose you,” you replied into his hair. “But I’m right here. I’m right here.”

You stroked his hair and let him lament for a long while. He cried until he exhausted himself, and could not produce anymore tears.

He then kissed all the way up your body—the center of your chest to the side of your neck—and ended his worship on your mouth. He kissed you hard, so hard you both exited the embrace panting.

“I will never”—kiss—"ever”—kiss—“ever, let that happen to you.” He kissed you once more. “Ever.”

“I know baby,” you replied, and traced his cheekbone with your thumb. “I know.” He looked just as luminous in the moonlight.

You kissed the tip of his freckled nose before saying, “now let’s go to sleep.”

He nodded, and gently pushed you down onto your back. You smiled up at him, and he had never seen such a stunning vision. It knocked the little air he had left away.

He smiled, breathless from the look of you, and shook his head.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” you responded, and pulled him on top of you.

He smiled, showing his perfect teeth, and laid his full body weight on top of you. Guarding you. Protecting you.

If one of you ever fell, he would make sure it would be him.

He exhaled a breath of relief, and you kissed into his hair.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and I’m never leaving you. Ever.”

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[ruhnweek]

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

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

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

creators: @callmeblaire

[whatisamettafor]

I was trying really hard to wait until Valentines day to post this, but that seems very unfair... to me specifically XD

[sunshinebingo]

This took me an embarrassingly long time to write but I finally did it. This fic is a gift to @headcanonheadcase who was one of the first writers that made me fall in love with fanfiction. And is also the one who opened my eyes to the wonders of Gwyn/Ithan. @headcanonheadcase dear, what you do for this fandom (and all the others you write for) is incredible. You are amazing!!

CRACKSHIP ALERT

Pairing: Gwyneth Berdara/Ithan Holstrom Synopsis: Ithan remembers the important events in his relationship with his red wolf, Gwyn, from how it started to where they are now. A recollection of little moments that they shared together. Word Count: 5.7k Warning: A tiny bit of smut

Important A/N: I started writing this waaay before hofas was released so this fic does not follow any canon event past HoSaB. It's not a 'hofas canon-divergence', it's just me posting a crackship fanfic after having it in my drafts for half a year.

Read on Ao3 or proceed below the cut for a snippet

Day 8

“I’m Gwyneth. Gwyn. It’s very nice to meet you,” she shook the hand that he had extended to her after introducing himself. Ithan thanked all the Gods above that he had not gaped at her again like a fool. He had been bracing himself for a conversation with her since he caught a glimpse of her bright hair as she was entering the Prime’s office.

“So, you are new here?” he asked as though he had not already secretly asked everyone at the Den for information about her. He had learned that Gwyneth had just arrived in Lunathion with the intention of settling here. Her grandparents were apparently related to the Prime himself. What had struck Ithan the most had been learning that she was a lone wolf, just like he had been before, even if he was now the only wolf in his pack consisting of an angel, some Fae, a mer, a deer shifter and even a dragon and some fire sprites.

“I am. I live near the Old Square, a few blocks away from the White Raven.”

“Really?” he replied a bit too excitedly before clearing his voice and continuing more calmly. “I mean, I live near the Old Square too.”

The smile that spread on her face could have rivaled the sun ahead. “That’s great. Um… maybe we’ll cross path someday. I mean…” she rambled. Was she nervous too? Ithan thought.

“Not that we aren’t already crossing paths at the Den already,” she added with a laugh while indicating the building behind them.

Ithan noticed the way that she was twisting a strand of hair between her fingers and how she could not stand still. She was nervous too. Somehow, that made him a little less tense.

He has admitted to Gwyn, months and months later, that their encounter on that day had not been accidental at all. He had confessed that he might have forsaken more urgent matters to wait until she would leave the Prime’s office. The tongue-lashing he had gotten from his roommates for being late for what they had planned later that day had been totally worth it.

***

Day 10

“Hello there,” a melodious voice drawled behind him. Ithan turned on the stool he was sitting on at the bar of the White Raven to find Gwyn smiling at him.

If he was not already seated, his first look at her would have made him fall on his ass. Gwyn was glowing in a green velvet dress that clung to her and accentuated all the dips and curves of her body. The makeup she had dusted on her eyelids sparkled beneath the flashing lights of the club, making it impossible not to look at her eyes.

“You look…” damn him and his habit of being speechless in her presence. “You are…” he tried and failed again.

Gwyn erupted in laughter at his flustered state. “I think I will take that as a compliment,” she said as she sat on the empty stool beside him.

“Sorry,” Ithan shook his head, “You are stunning.” Phew. See? That wasn’t so hard to say, he thought.

Gwyn’s cheeks started to flush and Ithan was momentarily mesmerised by the way it made her freckles stand out. “Thank you. And you are very handsome as well.”

Ithan was certain that the heat spreading across his face was close to turning him as red as her hair. Gwyn ordered three drinks and turned back to him.

‘’They’re not all for me,’’ she explained when she noticed his raised eyebrows. She pointed at a blond Fae and a brunette angel on the dance floor. ‘’I came with my sisters.’’

His face must have given away his puzzlement concerning her odd family because Gwyn snorted then proceeded to tell him about her chosen sisters.

A drink was placed in front of him. But instead of making his way towards his table where his own found family was, Ithan stayed at the bar, chatting with Gwyn over the loud music. Either her sisters had forgotten about their drinks, or they did not want to cut their conversation short because, as they talked and talked, Gwyn ended up drinking all three cocktails she had ordered while Ithan kept ordering more for himself. He only took note of the time when he turned around at some point and found that all those he had come with were already gone.

That night, Ithan had talked more than he ever had with anyone else in his entire life. He remembers vividly how she had been the only thing on his mind when he was staring at his ceiling before he fell asleep in the early morning. He had a crush on Gwyn. One that went from little to massive in a matter of one training session with the Aux.

***

[shadowdaddies]

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

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

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

Forget Me Not

Ruhn Danaan x fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[danikamariewrites]

hi bestie,

your girl needs some comfort so maybe a ruhn request? like where the reader gets left behind by her friends in a club or whatever you want to shape it as and ruhn comforts her 🥺🩷

I’ll Always Pick You Up

Ruhn x reader

A/n: I got you bestie! Ruhn fluff is served 💕 love you 😘

Warnings: mean friends, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end

You had just quickly gone to the bathroom to touch up your make up and when you returned to the booth your friends were gone. They even left the check on the table for you. No texts, no nothing. They just left you. You wanted to be angry but all you felt was hurt.

You had this feeling your friends were going to do something like this to you. The girls had been pulling away from you for a while. You just didn’t want to admit that you were losing your friends. But to have them ditch at the bar? That was really shitty of them.

You guys hadn’t even been at the White Raven for an hour. Before reacting you took a deep breath and took out your phone. Ruhn would know what to do to help you calm down. You didn’t want to start crying in the middle of the Raven.

The phone rang twice before Ruhn picked up. “Hey princess! What’s up, I thought it was girls night?” He sounded so happy and you needed that right now. You could hear the boys’s video game in the background along with Flynn swearing as he lost to Ithan again.

“Ruhn,” you choked out. Your throat was getting tighter as you took more deep breathes and held your tears back. Ruhn shushed the boys and the game paused. “What’s wrong?” His voice full of worry now. “The girls just ditched me…and left the check.” You whispered.

You could practically hear Ruhn clench his jaw as he swore under his breath. “Don’t you dare pay it.” He said sternly. “Take it to the waitress or bartender and give them all your friends phone numbers. Tell them that they ran out on the check. I’ll be right there, just wait for me.” “Ok.” You whispered.

“I’ll see you in a minute. I love you.” “Love you too.” Ruhn hung up and you did exactly as he said. The bartender seemed pissed and sorry for you. She even offered you a free drink while you waited for Ruhn, which you graciously accepted.

Roughly ten minutes later Ruhn was rushing up to the bar, immediately placing a comforting hand on your back and kissing your temple. “Hey princess.” “Hey,” you turn to Ruhn, trying to give him small smile. Your lips fought you and quickly turned into a frown.

He pulled you off the bar stool into a bone crushing hug. “Let’s get out of here.” You nod against his chest and he starts to lead you out of the Raven.

When you were out on the street he let go of you to buckle your helmet for you. You’re happy he brought the bike. Going for rides helped calm you down since you could hold onto Ruhn and just close your eyes, feeling the wind rush past you. It felt a little like flying.

You got on the bike and Ruhn sped away from the White Raven as fast as he could go. He took the short way home. The long way was for fun rides, right now you needed to get home so Ruhn could hold you.

Pulling into the drive way he killed the engine and guided you off the bike. Ruhn didn’t let go of your hand until the two of you were in the house. The rest of the boys were sitting on the couch quietly watching tv. A plastic bag from the corner store sitting on the coffee table in front of them.

The four of them greeted you with Dec getting up and hugging you tight. “I’m sorry about tonight y/n/n.” “Thanks.” “They’re bitches for ditching you like that,” Flynn added. Ithan pointed at the bag, “That’s for you. We ran out and got you some snacks to make you feel better.”

“Aww thanks guys.” “Ruhn here’s your card back.” Flynn chucked his card at him from the couch. Ithan, Dec, and Tharion glared daggers at him. You weren’t supposed to know Ruhn had them go. That brought a genuine smile to your face.

Ruhn scooped up the bag muttering “ass” under his breath. He wrapped a tattooed arm around you and brought you up to his room.

He gave you his sweatpants and a tshirt to change into while he changed and turned on your favorite show. As you settled on the bed he pulled a pack of makeup wipes from the bag handing them to you. “You ran out of them here so I had them grab you another pack.”

You felt tears prick your eyes again as you looked down at them. “You’re amazing, Ruhn. I don’t deserve you.” “Hey, don’t say that. Of course you do. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n. So don’t for one second think you don’t deserve my love.”

Ruhn grabbed the wipes from you pulling one out and started to remove your makeup. After he was done he ran one more over your face just to make sure he got it all. He placed a soft kiss on your lips and pulled you onto his lap.

“What should we eat first. The giant bag of chocolate, or the giant bag of sour candy?” He pulled both from the bag and weighed them in each hand while he waited for your decision. “Why not both?” He smiled, handing you the sour candy while he opened the chocolate. “I love the way you think.”

And that’s how you spent the night. Wrapped up in your boyfriends arms, eating junk food, and watching your favorite show. Your now ex-friends long forgotten. You’d send them one last text tomorrow and that would be it. With Ruhn’s help of course. You could get very mean if left to your own devices.

But now is not the time to worry. The male of your dreams had you laying on his chest and was playing with your hair. And laughing with you. You’d find new friends. And Ruhn would always be with you.

[cadiacore]

Hey! Perhaps either

“i don’t like you. i can barely tolerate you.” “then why do you keep coming back?”

“Shh, go to sleep.. I’ve got you.” 

With ruhn or Flynn? I couldn’t decide 😂

~SleepyPond

hiii sleepy! I love how I completely suck at doing requests but once Taylor Swift released Midnights, my brain was like "okay, it's time. requests it is.", especially with Lavender Haze. Hence why I name this small fic 'lavender'. Plus it deals with sleep so it fits all together lol

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ ruhn danaan x fem!reader

warning(s): insomnia, fluff, procrastination, and more romantic cutesy stuff. (also this is unedited, my brain is 😵‍💫)

Red and orange leaves sprinkled the ground outside of Y/N and Ruhn’s apartment. The setting sun reminded her of when she used to sit on top of her parent’s roof. A smile crept across her face as she remembered her mother hollering for her to get down before she did. 

Y/N’s hands were warm from the cup in her hands and the lavender liquid that the cup held was the only thing soothing her nerves. She had an exam due in three days and had no idea how to do it. Statistics was her worst enemy. Well, anything math-related, she hated. Too much was involved with the damn subject. She would much rather sit beside a fire, reading. 

Reading sounded great at that moment, but with all the worries that crowded her mind, she couldn’t keep track of the story. So, Y/N sat on the balcony and watched as the stars twinkled beside the crescent moon. She brought the cup to her lips and took a sip of the warm liquid. With a deep sigh, she sunk back into her seat and listened to all the city sounds. What drew her from her thoughts was the sound of footsteps. She sat up and looked back into the spacious living room and saw Ruhn. His midnight hair fell across his shoulder and he was shirtless. 

He had spotted Y/N and made his way to her, joining her on the balcony. “Can’t sleep?” he asked. 

“Yeah, too much on my mind, I guess.” Ruhn leaned against the railing and watched as she took another sip of her tea. He tilted his head and when she met the fae’s eyes, she sighed, “I’m worried about the fucking exam,” she grumbled. 

He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, “You’re going to do fine. You’re the smartest female I’ve ever met and you’ve been studying for this exam for weeks, love,” he reassured. Y/N took a deep breath and stood from the chair. She placed the cup down on the small table that accompanied the small chair, and stood in front of the male. His eyes were the ones she could get lost in for hours and she had so many times. She laid her palms on his bare chest and leaned up to his lips, pressing hers to his. 

A soft sigh escaped her throat when she pulled away. Ruhn smiled and wrapped his arms around her middle, “You need to get some sleep, love,” he said, his voice rough but smooth at the same time. 

“I wish I could, I’m drinking lavender tea but so far my brain is re—hey!” she squealed as the male tossed her over his shoulder, making his way to the living room where the small pup slept comfortably. His sleep was disturbed when Ruhn placed her down on the couch. 

“You can’t just toss me over your shoulder like I’m a sack of potatoes, you know?” 

That earned her a crooked grin as he grabbed a blanket from the armchair beside the sofa, “Yeah, well, we need sleep and I’m not sleeping without you so,” he countered. Y/N’s cheeks heated and her heart felt like it had skipped several beats. She knew she was in love and it scared her but this was the first healthy relationship she’s been in a while. He was healthy. 

Ruhn sank into the space next to her and pulled her into him, his warm skin blanketing her in a way that made her want to melt into him. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck while her legs did the same around his waist. Y/N nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and let out a small sigh of relief. The two of them sat in comfortable silence as he twirled her hair between his fingers. Her eyes began to slowly become heavy as his hand rubbed her back, soothing her mind into a quiet hum. Thoughts of failing her exam were quieted from the cool water cologne he put on every day. 

“I’ve got you, love. You can sleep,” he said as he pressed his lips to her temple. When the words left his lips she felt another wave of fatigue wash over her. She wanted to say something but her body succumbed to slumber.

[helionmylove]

Ithan Holstrom period headcanons

Hey besties I feel like I’m dying and wanna rip my uterus from my body because I’m convinced that’s be less painful than the cramps I have so here’s what I think Ithan would be like if his mate/girlfriend was on her period.

Ithan would be very stressed if he smelled blood on you.

But once he realizes what’s wrong he is very attentive and doting

Will buy you tampons/pads or whatever you use.

Will also be pretty confused by all the different types, asks what flavor you need because he doesn’t understand. Once you explain the different colors are for different flows he’ll pretend like he knew that all along

Totally fine with mood swings.

You get angry at him for no reason? Not a problem he will keep his distance until you’re ready to be near him again

Feeling clingy? Perfectly fine, he will happily cancel all his plans to lay in bed with you

Really sad and just want to cry? He’s going to hold you through it.

Annoyed with everything? He’ll keep Flynn and Tharion away from you so they don’t make it worse

In an insane amount of pain because cramps are the worst? He’s right there with a heating pad.

I also think he’d be really warm all the time because he’d a wolf, so he could use his hands as heating pads too

Back massages, foot massages. Whatever you need.

Give you a pair of his sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts to wear.

Insists you rest and take a nap. You’ll fall asleep cuddled up and he’ll sneak out to get you ice cream, chocolate, and anything else that might make you feel better

Would be willing to try period sex. He’d probably hear from Bryce that it can help with cramps and suggest it to you, not because he’s horny but because he wants to help.

Anyway, I love Ithan and think he’d be the best boyfriend

[jeannineee]

Ruhn Danaan Masterlist

a/n: collection of my Ruhn fics

NSFW Alphabet

A Night In (fluff)

Safe (angst/fluff)

Being Ruhn’s mate would include…

Mine (smut)

Princess (smut)

Dress (smut)

Adventurous (smut)

There’s No Tomorrow (angst)

When Tomorrow Comes (angst, pt. 2 of ‘There’s No Tomorrow)

Cocky (smut)

Sex with Ruhn would include…

Praise (smut drabble)

Kissing Ruhn Danaan…

Two Truths (fluff)

Worth Your While (smut)

Giver (smut)

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✨Masterlist✨

Currently writing for all SJM series + Fourth Wing

ACOTAR

Azriel

NSFW Alphabet - Smut

What Did You Dream About? - Smut

Nesta

Night In - Fluff

Nessian

Will Anyone Notice? - Smut

THRONE OF GLASS

Coming soon

CRESCENT CITY

Ruhn

Not Sharing - Smut

Favourite Flavour - Smut

Fourth Wing

Xaden

Throne - Smut