#ruhn fan fic

[starryevermore]

my friends call me a loser (dumb love 2) ✧ ruhn danaan

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pairing: ruhn danaan x fem!reader 

summary: ruhn wanted forever with you, but he got in his head and fucked it all up. 

word count: 1,882

warnings?: angst city bitch, not proofread

PART ONE

Ruhn Danaan was, in a word, a massive fucking idiot, and Bryce had made it her mission to never let him forget it. 

“What the hell do you mean that you said it was casual between you two?!” she shouted when she found out. Ruhn had holed himself up in his room, blowing through his supply of mirthroot in a vain attempt to dull the pain. But Bryce wasn’t going to let him be miserable without giving him a piece of her mind. “She fucking adored you, and I thought you did too! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

All Ruhn could manage was another long drag of his joint. Bryce snatched it out of his hands and set it in the ashtray on his nightstand. The most Ruhn could manage for a reaction was a groan and a half-assed attempt to snatch it back from her. 

“Seriously Ruhn, what the fuck!?”

He shrugged. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why he did it. All Ruhn had to say was “fuck off” or, even better, that he truly liked you and he was fucking terrified of that, but all he could think to say was that it meant nothing even when it meant everything. Worse, he tried to prove to himself that he wasn’t emotionally attached to you. 

It failed miserably, if anyone was wondering. When he sauntered up to the faun across the bar, all of his usual lines lacked any luster. They didn’t feel right when it wasn’t you he was saying them to. And when the faun suggested they go to her place, Ruhn was already searching for any way to get out of it. He was relieved when he saw Bryce and Hunt making their way to the bar, and he excused himself with hardly a word to the faun. 

Ruhn had been delighted to hear that Bryce and Hunt had ran into you, and for Declan to confirm he saw you. He was ready to go find you, to finally have a nice evening. When Hunt said that you were actually on your way out, Ruhn couldn’t help but feel disappointed. And then a worse thought struck him—what if you had seen him with the faun? No, surely not. You weren’t the most confrontational person he knew, but you weren’t the type of person to stand for that sort of disrespect. If you had seen him, you would have said something. Besides, Bryce didn’t say anything that would indicate you were upset. Declan was oddly silent, but he also didn’t speak to you. Everything was fine. He hoped. 

Yet when he went home, earlier than everyone else because he was most certainly not having a good time, he was surprised to find his room noticeably empty of anything belonging to you. The only thing that remained was your faintly fresh scent—like you had just been there. When he asked Flynn, he wanted to wring his friend’s neck for letting you walk off like that. Yes, you had seemed fine. Yes, you had been joking around with him. But no one, no one, ever just packed up all of their stuff and everything be a-okay. 

Ruhn didn’t want to think about how many traffic violations he committed as he sped over to your apartment. All that he could focus on was seeing you, on hearing your voice, on making sure everything was still good. He never felt like a bigger idiot than when you forced him out, told him to lose your number, and cried on the other side of the door. Ruhn wasn’t sure how long he stood there, waiting for you to come out and say this was all a big joke or something, but he was gone before the sun came up. 

Bryce’s hand balled up into a fist. “Fucking say something!” she snapped. 

He wished she would just hit him and get it over with. 

“Told you he’s like a ghost,” Declan said from the door, leaning against the threshold, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Let him fucking rot,” Bryce said and stormed out. Declan followed, shutting the door behind him. 

Ruhn picked the joint back up, shut his eyes, and pretended that you were lying beside him still. 

Ruhn stood outside of the bookstore you worked at. He had no reason to be there. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever picked up a book. But you were inside, and he needed to see you just once. Needed to know that you were okay. Or, at least, as okay as you could be. Besides, it was almost the end of your shift, and someone should make sure you got home safe. 

He hadn’t been around the store much before. Only really knew where it was because he picked you up there once before taking you to dinner with Bryce and Hunt. A double date, Bryce had insisted on it. She wanted to know what poor sucker had him so smitten. When Ruhn saw how well you meshed in with his life, it made him want to run for the hills and it made him want to ask you to marry him on the spot. You made his head spin. Ruhn was never sure how to make heads or tails of anything when you were involved. 

And then you were coming around more often. You met Declan and Flynn. You went to their parties, outdrank all of them with ridiculous ease. It felt like you were always meant to be there. Like there was a hole in his life that he hadn’t realized existed until you were making him feel whole again. 

Maybe that was what scared him. Ruhn wasn’t used to this kind of unfiltered, pure love. He never had a real relationship before. Any he had before were for the sole purpose of pissing his father off. He never cared about them, not really. But you? You made him feel the warm fuzzies the people in those shitty romance novels feel. When a person is unused to that sort of thing, it’s easy to feel ill about it. It was even easier to ruin it all before he got hurt. 

He watched you through the window, chatting with a customer. You’ve been talking to them a while, actually. They’re a shifter he’s seen around before. Ruhn doesn’t know much, but he doesn’t like the way they’re leaning in across the counter, laughing at everything you say. What do they know about your jokes? They probably don’t even understand the jokes. What a fucking poser. 

But then you’re touching their arm as you walk around the counter. They’re helping you with closing the store. Their hand is on the small of your back as you twist the key in the lock. Ruhn felt sick as you climbed in their car and sped down the road.

He vomited in a nearby trash can. He wiped the back of his hand against his mouth and stumbled to the White Raven. Ordered shot after shot after shot, trying to burn that image out of his mind. 

The bartender had to call Declan and Flynn to get him out. 

It was months before Ruhn was able to not drink himself half to death—which, for a fae, is an alarming amount of alcohol. He should count himself lucky that fae have higher healing abilities, or else his poor liver would be wrecked beyond repair. Hel, he would probably still be at home if it weren’t for everyone giving him shit for it. Let him rot, they said, but when he tried, it was suddenly a fucking problem.  It was well-meaning, he thinks, but still. It’s the principal of the thing. 

Still, he frequented the White Raven somehow more than he ever did before. Sometimes he would catch glimpses of you with that stupid shifter. Sometimes he would drink just enough that he could delude himself into thinking you were sitting beside him, tracing your fingernail along the swirls of his tattoos, head leaned against his shoulder. One of his friends would drag him away before he could fall too deep into the fantasy. 

None of them were here tonight, though. So there was no one to stop him from ordering more shots than he should as he watched you dance with that damned shifter. 

Ruhn would never wish you unhappiness, but…Was it a bad thing to wish that you didn’t move on so fast? An uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut. What right did he have to be upset? The only reason you were with that shifter was because he fucked everything up. If Ruhn had just kept his godsdamned mouth shut, it could have been him you were dancing with right now. But no, he just had to shove his whole foot into his mouth. 

The song ended and faded into another. You pulled away from the shifter, heading in the direction of the restrooms. The shifter slid up to the bar, eying Ruhn, before directing his attention to the bartender and ordered a couple drinks. What an idiot. They couldn’t even order your favorite drink. What did you see in them? 

He had no right to think little of the shifter, though. He gave that up. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing their attention. “Be good to her,” Ruhn said, nodding in the direction you had gone. 

The shifter raised a brow. “You a friend or something?”

“Or something,” Ruhn said. “She has a good heart. Don’t break it.”

They shrugged, taking a long sip of their drink. “Eh, don’t see it getting far enough to break hearts.”

Ruhn’s heart stopped. No. It wasn’t cool when he did it—this asshole was not allowed to do the same thing to you. “Excuse me?”

“It’s nothing serious, you know? Just testing the waters.”

Ruhn’s fist swung before he could stop it. The crack of the shifter’s jaw was satisfying enough that he landed a few more punches in before they started fighting back. Ruhn was knocked into the bar, but he didn’t let that stop him. He charged at the shifter, knocked him to the ground. He blacked out from the rage—only became aware when a couple bouncers pulled him off the shifter and dragged him a few feet away. 

He shook them off. “Yeah, yeah. I’m going,” he growled. 

The bouncers followed him as he pushed through the crowd that formed. But he couldn’t stop himself from stomping the heel of his boot on the shifter’s nose as he passed. The bouncers yanked him away again.

“Oops, didn’t see him there.”

As the bouncers dragged him out, he caught a familiar eye in the crowd. You stared at him, eyes wide and jaw open, horrified at the display of violence before you. The bouncers dragged him straight passed you, and he could very nearly hear what you were going to say. An admonishment for fighting in public, a good tongue lashing for fighting your…whatever that shifter was. 

But he beat you to the punch. “You deserve better than that lowlife,” he said. 

You couldn’t let him have the final word. 

“What, like you know what’s good for me?”

And somehow that hurt more than any hit that piece of shit shifter could land on him. 

[shadowsingerdraco]

i’m sorry but i am literally so down bad for azriel and lidia cervos as a pairing (i know it doesn’t make sense but it does to ME!!)

[frictionandfluff]

I'm easing back into writing so I would love some prompts for some quick fics for characters in ACOTAR and Crescent City. No prompt or ship will be denied! I'm not very well known in this fandom so a signal boost would be lovely.

I'm finally evicting my uterus on Feb 13 and need something to help keep me busy during my recovery.

[swankii-art-teacher]

Finally, my phone has not let me re-blog this chapter, plus the next 2.

Don't know what to say since I'm posting this at work. But this is really HOT! all of it!

The Kings’ Wife

Chapter 9

Fly Me to the Moon

This chapter is dedicated to a very important person in my life @fawnandshadows​ who’s been with me as a friend and as a supporter for these past few months, which have been very hard on me. She listened and she joked and she consoled and read way too many reverse harems with me. She’d argued with me and encouraged me, and made a tremendous difference in my life and for my mental health. None of this would be possible without her. Thank you, Cait. For everything. I hope you like it. And I hope it lives up to your expectations. 

This is my contribution to Elain Week 2022 

Day 4 ROMANCE 

Warnings: EXTREMELY EXPLICIT

Word count (30K!) best read on AO3

“I was your first love

And I will be the last.”

Varian Prince made his way across the lawn, then through the iron wrought gate in the fence that surrounded the mansion, and then swiped his fob over the dial pad. The instructions were strict and precise–he was allowed entry between 6:15 and 6:45 am, and then 4pm to 4:30 pm. He had many layers of approvals to go through–Ruhn, who was the one permitting entry and giving him the actual fob, then Cassian, to whom he was to report anything out of the ordinary, and lastly Rowan, who was his direct commander. All orders typically came down from Rowan. But, lording over all of them, was Azriel King. The list of instructions that was sent to Varian the week before, bordered on psychotic. Not that Varian was surprised. Azriel was a control freak of the highest degree, the likes of which no one could even imagine–Varian supposed that’s how Az managed to accomplish as much as he did in only about 5-6 years. The man held so many strings in his hands, which he pulled and twisted however he pleased that Varian wondered if anyone actually knew the extent of Azriel’s reach, of his immense power. Maybe Ruhn. And even that was doubtful.

Nothing though prepared Varian for the level of obsessive over-protection that Azriel was currently displaying. It was all in the instructions:

Mrs. King is to be delivered to the garage and seated in the back of an approved bulletproof vehicle

Mrs. King’s vehicle is to be driven by an approved and vetted driver, with Varian Prince present at all times, without exception. 

Should Varian Prince be unavailable and unable to perform his duties, Mr. Ruhn D. King is to be informed immediately and appropriate action will be taken

All driving arrangements are to be approved by Mr. Ruhn D. King

Mrs. King’s vehicle is to be escorted by three armed cars

No less than nine (9) bodyguards are to escort Mrs. King and her vehicle at all times

And so on…

Twenty six bullets no less.

Just to take Elain King–scratched that, Mrs. King–to her flower shop. 

Varian had met Elain a few times now–he was at the wedding, then he was introduced to her the day after the wedding, and he’d spent a few days with her and the guys watching games and eating at the King house.

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[danikamariewrites]

Hi I just recently found your blog and can I just say I love your writing so much! I spent most of my day reading your fics.

I saw your combined aesthetics fic and it gave me this idea. I was wondering if you could do a ruhn x reader? With the reader secretly liking heavy metal and rock music but nodoby could tell because she was very shy and sweet? So then one day Ruhn finds out and is surprised and you could maybe go from there?

You don't have to do it it was just something I thought of and thought that you would be a the perfect person to write this.

I’m with the Band

Ruhn x reader

A/n: Thank you anon, you're so sweet! Thank you for reading, I loved writng this it was so cute

Warnings: none

As you walk to Ruhn’s house from band practice you bop your head to the recording for the new song you rehearsed. Things were going great for you and the girls. You guys had never thought about actually doing gigs, it was just a silly thing Becca started in her garage. It’s been three years of you guys just jamming.

One night Becca’s neighbor knocked on the door. You thought he was going to yell for the music being too loud. It turned out the guy owns the White Raven and wanted to start doing live music on the weekends. The girls agreed and now Illogically Hotter is playing a second gig tomorrow night. You hadn’t told Ruhn yet. Not that you’re ashamed of your girls or your music, you’re just not ready for him to see you perform yet.

Stepping into the house you slip your headphone off your head resting them around your neck. Preparation for tonight’s party was in full swing. Dec was setting up the beer pong table while Tharion and Flynn brought kegs in from the kitchen.

Ruhn skids to a halt in front of you, sporting that wild boyish grin. “Hey baby,” he says happily pulling you into a loving hug. You hug him back tighter burying your face in his chest. “Hey Ru. Missed you.” Ruhn kisses your forehead with a loud smack. “I’m gunna go upstairs and get ready.” He nods at you as you take the stairs two at a time to his room.

Ripping off your sweaty shirt you let out a relived sigh. You went way too hard on the drums tonight. You pull out your oversized Banshee shirt that people always mistake as Ruhn’s along with your ripped jeans. Maybe you will tell Ruhn about your band tonight.

Ruhn plops down on the couch throwing his arm over your shoulder. He’s followed by Hunt, who looks as smug as your boyfriend, Ithan and Flynn who look defeated. Clearly sour at the fact they lost another round of beer pong.

Bryce giggles, “Aww sore losers again?” She teases. Flynn rolls his eyes at her. “You play them and see if you’re laughing after.”

A Banshee song comes on over the speakers. A rarity that the playlist strays from pop or house music unless you get your hands on whoever’s phone is in control. You start bopping your head and humming along, drumming your fingers on your thighs.

Flynn squints at you. “You like this song y/n?” You nod, “Yeah, I’m a big Banshee fan. I love rock, punk, heavy metal, all that stuff.” His jaw drops. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you and retreat into Rhun’s side praying his shadows could swallow you up. “What! I thought you were our resident pop princess.”

You shake your head, a small smile pulling at your lips. “Actually,” you drawl shyly looking up at Ruhn, “you know Becca, Laurel, and Vesper? We have a rock band.” It was Ruhn’s turn to be surprised. You saw hurt briefly flash in his eyes. He quickly recovered, shooting you that boyish grin. The group bombarded you with questions about what instrument you play, how long have you been in a band, and where you’re playing. Ruhn didn’t say a word the whole time. Your heart beat from the anxiety of the love of your life being mad at you.

Hours later you and Ruhn were getting ready for bed in uncomfortable silence. Climbing into bed you let out a sigh. It felt good to finally lay down. Ruhn turns on his side facing you. You try to ignore his gaze that��s burning a hole in the side of your head.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The hurt in his voice made you wince. Turning to look at Ruhn your heart breaks at the frown on his lips, his usual brilliant blue eyes dim. You reach out to gently stroke his face. “I’m sorry.” You whisper. “I was going to but then I got nervous. Then my mind was telling me you wouldn’t like it, so I don’t know.”

“Baby how could I ever hate anything you do? You’re perfect to me.” You give him a small smile, cuddling into his side. “Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Ruhn hugged you tighter to his chest rubbing your back. “It’s ok baby.”

The next morning you had made the stress inducing decision to invite Ruhn and your friends to see Ilogically Hotter at the White Raven. You spent the afternoon practicing with the girls trying not to worry about Ruhn watching you play drums and sing.

You did have to take a break at one point becuase of how stressed you got. Becca ran you to the bathroom because you thought you were going to vomit. After Becca calmed you down and got food in your stomach you felt better.

Laurel and Vesper were getting pumped when you finally came out of the empty back office the band uses as a dressing room. "Are you ready y/n!" "Yeah!" You shook out your arms then teh rest of your body to dispel your nerves. Taking a deep breath you decide to let go and pretend Ruhn and all your freinds are not in the audience watching you.

Vesper dragged you into the group huddle to do your little chant that she decided was now the pre-show ritual.

No turning back now.

Ruhn was picking at his fingers in anticipation. He decided it would be best to stay at a table on the edge of the crowd so you wouldn't be too nervous seeing him. But he was excited. The energy from the crowd wass electric.

He swore he heard a few people say that they came back to see you guys again. That made Ruhn smile. Gods how could you keep this from him?

Bryce grabbed at his fingers pressing them against the hardwood table. "Stop that." She said sternly, raising a brow at him. "Sorry, I'm just nervous."

"Don't be." Dec said plopping drinks down on the table. "They're going to be great. Y/n is going to be great. And no matter what you'll support her." Ruhn nodded at his friend as the spot lights started to strobe. The rest of the group huddled around the table taking a drink.

Ruhn didn't take his eyes off the stage for a second. He was too enamoured by you. How you whipped your hair around as you bounced around in your sweet. The prince even made sure to listen to your background vocals. It was rare that you sang in front of him so he was going to cherish this moment.

When the hour long set was done Ruhn raced to find you. He needed to tell you how amazing you were or he felt like he was going to explode.

You were happily screaming with the girls over another successful gig when you sensed Ruhn coming. You looked over your shoulder just in time to see him push the curtain back. You gave him a huge smile that he returned as you both ran at each other.

You launched yourself into his open arms and Ruhn spun you around. Putting you down he held your shoulders to jokingly shake you. "Wow, wow, wow! I didn't know you were so talented! All of you." You stare into his bright eyes, twinkling with happiness and admiration. "Really?" "Yes really!" He pulled you into another bone crushing hug leaving a kiss on your sweaty head.

For the first time in a long time you felt truly like yourself. The fact that Ruhn was not only embracing this side of you, but fully supporting you was more than you could ask for.

tags: @callmeblaire

[theostrophywife]

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

sweet like candy.

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

Do you want to get out of here?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?” 

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

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

“Hold on to the headboard, sweetheart.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mirandasidefics]

wait just to clarify: for your fic 'but home is nowhere' is reader ending up with all three men as endgame in a poly!relationship?

or

is she going to be with them throughout the story one @ a time and only end up being endgame w/ one of them?

(if you said/answered this somewhere before, sorry! i just didn't see it and didn't mean to bother you!)

and also, loving the story so much so far 💜💜💜

You're not a bother at all! I love this story and love talking about it. I'm honestly surprised and humbled by the love this story gets.

Reader will have a unique relationship with each of the guys (Lucien, Azriel, and Ruhn). When I first started it, I couldn't decide between Az and Lucien. Then Ruhn came along, and I couldn't ignore what was vuilding between them. I've debated on this being a poly!fic, and the desire to do so is a struggle to fight, but ultimately, I have decided against it. So, there will be a single relationship endgame.

This is going to be a LONG story that I have every intention of actually completing. So there will be plenty of time for exploring each one and seeing how and why Reader chooses who she does.

I think I had mentioned in one of my little author notes (A/N) that Reader and Ruhn will NOT be endgame. There will be a few things that happen between them (and the others) that lead to this. They still care about and support each other, so I may write an alternative ending on what their endgame could have looked like, though.

I could talk about this fic and my plans for hours m, so I'll keep this short. I hope that answers your question. And sorry to all Team Ruhn fans of this story.

[tilseptemberends]

My favorite acotar characters are Lucien and Elain (They're basically the main characters of my Ao3 account tbh)

I love Nesta and Eris, separately or together (Neris should have been endgame and I will die on this hill)

I love the Valkyries, Gwyn is my baby and Emerie reminds me so much of my best friend <3

Elucien all the way, as previously stated they're the main characters of my Ao3 account.

I'm generally anti-IC, and Azriel's always kinda given me the creeps. The bonus chapter in ACOSF just made it worse.

I do believe in Vanserra supremacy and Pro-Tamlin. Both of these stances are very obvious in my fics lol

I much prefer ToG to Acotar despite not getting into it until after I read Acowar. Lorcan and Chaol are my favorite characters. I love Fenrys. And while I also love Manon and Dorian I don't think they have any romantic chemistry.

I like Rowaelin, they had a really rough start but it's one of the only instances where the 'enemies' label in these 'enemy to lovers' stories actually felt like enemies as opposed to just not liking each other.

ToD is my favorite ToG book, full stop.

I'm fairly neutral on Aedion, I think he just wasn't in the spotlight enough for me to really have an opinion on him.

I have also "read" CC. Quotes because those books are massive so I just listened to the audiobooks while I was at work. With headphones for obvious reasons.

Ruhn isn't really my favorite but I like him and he and Lidia are cute together.

I really like Quinlar, I'm very nervous about what is going to happen to them.

I like the frat guys as a group but I'll be real I usually can't remember their individual names ^^"

I'm not a huge fan of the crossover, it feels like a way to convince more of SJM's readers to get into CC to me.

Cadre

Frat boys

Bat boys (but only because they have to be on the list)

I hope I didn't miss anything, I had to reopen this post on my computer so I could get everything down lol

Help me analyze Lulu lovers

Is Lucien Vanserra your #1 favorite character in ACOTAR? If yes, then�� Do you ALSO gravitate to Eris Vanserra? If yes, then… Are you ALSO a Nesta apologist? If yes, then… Do you love the Valkyries? If yes, then… Are you an elucien truther? If yes, then…

Are you Pro-Ic, Anti-Ic, or neutral? Like or dislike Azriel (AS written, not fanon)? Is there one particular member of the IC you like or do you simply believe in Vanserra supremacy? Are you Pro-Tamlin, Anti-Tamlin, or neutral? Have you read TOG? If yes, then… Do you like Fenrys? If yes, then… Do you like Dorian? If yes, then… Do you like Chaol? If yes, then… Do you like Lorcan? If yes, then… Do you like Manon? If yes, then…

What is your opinion on Rowaelin? What about Tower of Dawn? Pro or anti Aedion? Did you find TOG better or ACOTAR? Have you read CC? If yes, then… Is Ruhn Danaan your favorite character? If yes, then… Do you like Lidia Cervos? If yes, then… Do you like quinlar? If yes, then… What about the frat boys? Yah or nah? What is your opinion on Bryce ending up in Prythian? Do you want a full on crossover in CC3 or just Bryce surviving in Prythian alone for a little while? Last question: rank the following from your favorite to least favorite: frat boys, bat boys, cadre If you’re a Lucien fan, please reply or reblog with your answers! I’m trying to find the pattern between all Lucien fans lol; I’ll explain more later.

[witchothewest]

It’s been awhile, but I think I’ll be writing some fan fiction this week. RuhnLidia has me in some kind of way.

[talkfantasytome]

It Would've Been So Right - Chapter 21

I haven't gone to sleep yet, so it's still Thursday, right?

Another chapter of 'It Would've Been So Right' is here!

You can read Chapter 21 here, on AO3.

Ruhn has some news that could make a big difference in Danika's case. And Pack Night offers up quite the revelation.

This fic is currently only posted on AO3. You can find the start of it here.

Explore what life would have been like for Bryce, and others, had the early events of House of Earth and Blood not occurred. If the pack survived, if Bryce and Connor went on that date, and no evil plans that set the events of that book in motion. But, in a place like Crescent City, there’s always something going on. Bryce is soon needed to help the wolves in a new investigation that is emotionally connected to all of them.

IMPORTANT UPDATE

I will do my best to get the next chapter up in my normal time frame as, by the end of this, it's pretty obvious what that will be. However, after that, I will not be as consistent with updates. I'll try to keep writing, but the truth is, I'm really struggling with the plot and motivation to figure it out since, if you've been reading the notes, you'll know I did not plan before I wrote this. I ended up making it bigger than it was initially supposed to be. XD

I do love this AU, of course. It's just that, by the end of the next chapter, I'll really need to get the plot in and figure out the climax and all that, and that's always been a weakness of mine, and I just haven't figured out what would be right yet. And, admittedly, a lot of my motivation and inspiration is elsewhere, at the moment. I'm sorry to make this announcement, but in the end, writing this has started to stress me a bit as well, which is another reason why I need to allow myself more freedom with it, and time to sort it out and really get the story I want to tell planned. I do hope you all understand. <3

THAT BEING SAID: If you care more about this AU than the plot, you are more than welcome to send me requests, especially prompts for different characters and ships. I have planned that, after this story, I'd do drabbles and one-shots for these guys, not really dealing with a true plot, just to keep this AU alive, and I'd definitely accept prompts for it. So, I'm going to open that up now, though the drabbles will likely take place after this story. (I don't know, some might be, like, between what this story saw.) And who knows, it might help me sort out the plot too. XD It may take me time to respond, as I do have other requests, and other WIPs, and that list is only growing as I have no control.

But, if you want to, just shoot me a message on tumblr. And, over time, I'll build up a collection of drabbles in this AU. You can ask for basically any character/ship that fits within this AU. :)

[starryevermore]

dumb love, i love being stupid ✧ ruhn danaan 

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pairing: ruhn danaan x fem!reader 

summary: you thought you had found your forever, but he wanted to keep it casual. 

word count: 2,346

warnings?: angst city™ bitch, not proofread

“So how’s it going with that one girl? Been seeing her a lot lately.”

“Eh, we’re just keeping things casual,” Ruhn said, eyeing a pretty faun from across the bar. 

You watched as his friend—Declan, you realize—arched a brow, took a long sip of his drink. Ruhn couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes as Declan said, “That why you keep bringing her around so much?”

“We both know what this is. I like her company, so I invite her out sometimes. That a crime?” Ruhn didn’t wait for an answer. He set his drink down on the bar and began to make his way to the pretty faun. 

“Guess not.” Declan looked away from his friend, eyes somehow finding yours. Despite the distance and lighting, you couldn’t miss the flash of pity. 

Before he could say anything to you, you turned on your heel, ready to leave the White Raven with whatever scraps of your dignity you had intact. You pushed through the throngs of people, ignoring the annoyed voices of those who you accidentally elbowed in the process. You just needed to get out of there. 

A hand caught your arm just as the exit was finally in sight, pulling you to a stop. “Hey! Where are you going? The fun’s just about to start!” Bryce cheered. Behind her stood Hunt, who offered you a smile and a soft “hey.”

Wriggling lose of Bryce’s hold, trying to maintain an air of playfulness, you managed a laugh. “Some of us have early mornings and can’t party til dawn.”

Bryce rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Do I need to drag Ruhn out of whatever corner he’s hiding in and convince you to stay?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you prayed neither Bryce nor Hunt could hear it. “Didn’t realize he was here. Saw Declan for, like, half a second.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at you. “So that’s a yes? Getting your boy toy will get you to stay?”

“He’s not my boy toy,” you said, “and it makes me feel icky for you to call your brother that.”

“You’re no fun!” Bryce whined. 

Hunt, either because he believed your story about an early morning or because he could sense your unease, took Bryce by the waist and slowly began to urge her away. “C’mon, this is a losing battle.”

“Fine, but you’re coming to the party this weekend, right?”

You probably weren’t, but if agreeing was what it took to get out of the White Raven without crying in front of Ruhn’s friends, then that’s what you’d do. “Duh, you think I’d miss it?”

Bryce grinned, and Hunt finally successfully urged her into the crowd to find the rest of their friends. You loosed a breath, rolled your shoulders, and made your escape. No one stopped you again, or even spared you a glance. For that, you were grateful. You weren’t sure how much more people-ing you could handle. 

Unfortunately, you did plan on making one more stop before you went home. 

Ruhn really needed a better hiding spot for his spare key. Was there anything more obvious than a potted plant by the door? It would have been laughable if you weren’t effectively breaking into his home. (Is it really breaking in if you found the key? And when the owner of said key told you where it was hidden?) 

You didn’t bother being quiet, figured that all of the home’s residents were out at the White Raven. Yet, when you shut the door, a voice had you jumping out of your skin. 

“Ruhn come back with you?” Flynn asked, leaning against the entry to the kitchen. 

You tried to steady your breathing and racing heart. “Nah. Think he’s at the White Raven with Declan. I was just swinging by to grab a couple things I left behind.” You held up the spare key for him to see. “Y’all need a better place for this than the only potted plant on the property. You’re practically asking someone to steal all your shit.”

Flynn nodded. “Cool, cool. Shout if you need anything, and try not to rob us blind, yeah?”

“Eh, I’ll leave your shit alone, but can’t say the same for Ruhn and Declan,” you joked despite yourself. 

He snorted out a laugh. “You’re funny. Shame Ruhn got to you first.”

You shrugged. “I’ll only be a few minutes.”

As you walked up to Ruhn’s room, Flynn disappeared into the kitchen. He’d probably leave you alone. As long as you don’t take a long time, probably. You didn’t plan on sticking around, though. You just wanted to grab your things and get out before Ruhn returned with that faun he was eyeing. If he thought this was casual, the last thing he would want is for you to be hanging around while he was trying to get lucky. 

Thankfully, you knew where most of your things were. A couple of shirts thrown in his closet, a jacket strewn over a chair. Some miscellaneous socks mixed in with his laundry. You grabbed your lipgloss you thought you lost from the bathroom, and the pretty hand towel you brought because there was no way in hell you were using the scratchy ones they bought in bulk. Your favorite bras, buried in the top dresser drawer. 

Once you were satisfied you got everything you cared about, you made your way out of the home, praying that you wouldn’t run into Flynn again. 

He was on the couch when you came out. He eyed the bundle of clothes in your arms. “Moving out?” he teased. 

“Getting this stuff out before he thinks I’m trying to move in.”

“You and I both know Ruhn wouldn’t mind if you did. Honestly, he’d probably be more offended you were sneaking all that shit out.”

Liar. “Eh, I need to wash all this and I don’t trust you idiots to not fuck all my nice stuff up.”

Flynn laughed, throwing his head back. “You make us sound like beasts!”

“Excuse you, I was here when your sheets were stained pink after a sock made its way into the machine, and when half of Ruhn’s clothes got bleach stains after one of you forgot to rinse out the drum,” you giggled.

Fuck, you wished you had fallen for Flynn instead. Or even Declan. They were easy to talk to, and wouldn’t make you feel like an idiot for thinking that something more than casual was going on. That was more your fault than anything, you supposed. You knew who Ruhn was when he approached you at the White Raven all those months ago. He never tried to hide who he was. You were the idiot who thought he might settle down.

“Fair enough,” Flynn laughed. “Hey, you be careful alright? Ruhn’d kill me if you got hurt after leaving here.”

You were already hurt, but Flynn didn’t know that. Didn’t need to know that. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, you mother hen.”

Flynn flipped you off as you left, still laughing. The bitter part of you thought he was laughing at you, knowing how big of an idiot you were. The more rational part knew he was just having a nice time joking around with you. Whatever. You probably weren’t going to be seeing him around much either way. 

Loud knocking on the door woke you up. When you glanced at your phone for the time, it was barely one in the morning. Several more hours until you would need to start the day, and way too late for anyone to be bothering you right. With a groan, you got out of bed, wrapped yourself up with a robe, and went to the door, fully prepared to chew out whoever was interrupting your beauty sleep. 

You yanked open the door. Ruhn stood on the other side. Whatever steam you had rising up inside you dissipated when you saw him. 

Pulling the robe closer around you, you asked, “What are you doing here?” More questions stayed locked in your mind—Why aren’t you home? Why aren’t you with that pretty faun? 

“Flynn said you stopped by to get some of your things,” Ruhn said. “Looked like you took more than a few. Just wanted to see if you were alright.”

You opened the door wider so he could see into your small apartment. You gestured to the couch, where your laundry basket sat, topped off with the clothes you took back from his place. “Was needing to do laundry,” you lied. “Wanted to make sure all my stuff got washed.”

He pouted—actually pouted. “I could’ve done that for you.”

“It’s no big deal—”

“Or you could’ve done it at my place. Throw in a couple of my things if you didn’t have enough for a load,” he continued. Ruhn took a step into your apartment. You took a step back. “I like having your stuff around.”

“It’ll all probably end up there again anyways,” you shrugged. You doubted it. Ruhn might have wanted to keep this casual, but you weren’t that sort of person. You craved intimacy, the closeness of a relationship. If Ruhn wouldn’t offer that, you didn’t see the point in sticking around. 

Ruhn’s violet eyes searched yours. You weren’t sure what he was looking for. It would probably be easier to walk into your mind than try to pick it up with context clues, but you also didn’t want him anywhere near your head. You didn’t want to hear any excuses he had. Anyways, Ruhn was good about staying out of your mind. He said he didn’t want to violate your trust. What a joke. “Why didn’t you talk to me tonight?”

“Huh?”

“Dec said he saw you, and Bryce said you two talked. I was there, too. I know we didn’t plan on doing anything tonight, but I would’ve liked for you to say something.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why are you really here, Ruhn? I know it’s not because I got my things or didn’t talk to you tonight.”

“Are we good?”

The scoff fell from your mouth before you could stop it. Seriously? Why did he even care? If this was casual, why did he care about your feelings? “You don’t have to pretend, Ruhn. I know you want to keep this casual.”

Ruhn blinked, slowly working his jaw. “What are you talking about?”

“If you want this to be casual, that’s fine. I mean, you wish you had told me that, but I can’t change the past. If you want, you know, company or whatever, that’s okay. But I’m not that sort of person. Let’s not let feelings get any more involved than they already are.”

Realization dawned in his eyes. It took him long enough. Ruhn was far from stupid. It didn’t make sense for it to take this long for it to all click. “You heard me and Dec.”

“And saw you with the pretty faun.”

Ruhn looked away. His jaw clenched and unclenched. “I didn’t realize you were there.”

“Does it matter that I was? I mean, if this is casual, you can flirt with anyone you want. You can fuck anyone you want.”

“Stop saying that,” he near-growled. You raised your brows. What right did he have to get upset? At you no less? Fuck, you needed to put an end to all of this. Tonight. Now. 

You couldn’t hide your own ire as you said, “Why? Only you get to call it casual? I get to sit around thinking that maybe you actually give a shit about me, that you want to stick around for the long term, but you get to sleep with half of the city. Do I have that right?”

“No.”

“No, I think I do,” you said. You reached out, started to push him toward the door. Ruhn snatched your hand and tugged you against him. “Ruhn, let me go.”

“No.”

“Let me go and get the fuck out of here.”

“No,” he insisted. It was hard to ignore the desperation in his voice, but you weren’t going to fall for any of his tricks. You fell for enough of him already. 

Tears pricked at your eyes. Godsdammit, you weren’t going to cry in front of him. He didn’t deserve to see you so vulnerable. Not anymore, at least. “I am not going to be the idiot in love with you,” you said, your voice thick, “not when you don’t give a shit about me.”

Ruhn’s eyes flashed. With what, you weren’t certain. “I fucking care about you!” he shouted. Oh, what you would’ve given to hear that just hours ago. Now, it meant nothing. 

“No. You either lied to Declan about this being casual, or you lied to me about wanting something with me. Either way, you lied. You do not lie to the people you care about.” You wrenched yourself away from Ruhn, grabbed the door, and pointed out to the hall. “Go. I won’t ask again.”

“I want to talk about this.”

You gestured into the hallway again. “I have nothing left to say. I’ve got neighbors, Ruhn, and you’re probably waking up the whole building.”

He said your name, so softly your resolve nearly crumbled. But you looked away, steeled yourself. You weren’t going to let yourself be treated like shit just for a fae who would never respect you. 

“Lose my number.”

Ruhn stepped toward you. He stopped right in front of you, brushed away a strand of hair that fell in your face. His eyes scanned over you, as if memorizing you. But you wouldn’t look at him. Couldn’t. Then he stepped through the threshold of the door, and you shut the door before he could say anything else, twisted the locks before he could try to open it.

You pressed your back against the door and sank down to the door. Face pressed against your knees, you began to cry, and you pretended you couldn’t hear Ruhn still standing on the other side. 

It was better off this way. 

[sunshinebingo]

Thank you for tagging me darling!! <3

1) What’s your favourite SJM book?

In my tops (no particular order) are Heir of Fire, Empire of Storms, Kingdom of Ash, Tower of Dawn, A Court of Silver Flames

2) Which is your favourite series (tog, acotar or cc)

Throne of Glass is one of my favourite series ever!

3) Who is your favourite character? (And why?)

Gwyneth Berdara. I fell in love with her at the first fanart I saw. That love only got stronger after i read acosf. And i keep loving her more with every fic I read and write

4) Do you have a favourite quote from one of the books?

Acosf chapter 59 - "I wish for us to have the courage to go out into the world when we are ready, but to always be able to find our way back to each other. No matter what."

5) Favourite ship?

My top 3 sjm ships are Gwynriel, Elorcan and Ruhnlidia

6) Elriel or Gwynriel? Or neither?

Hardcore Gwynriel

7) Who’s the most underrated SJM character?

Tarquin. Declan. Sartaq. Nesryn. Gavriel. Asterin's wyvern Narene. Luca. etc

8) Which character do you wish to learn more about?

Gwyn. More specifically her family tree

9) Are there any characters you don’t like?

Feyre. Rhys. Mor. Danika, Bryce, Hunt, Tharion.

10) Favourite bat boy?

Azriel

11) Favourite court?/ Which one would you most like to live in?

My mind always goes towards Summer first because it's my favourite season. If I lived in Prythian though I would like to travel and live in a different court at different periods. Just so I can experience all of them. Although I'm almost certain Winter would kill me faster than any poison could.

12) Favourite SJM villain?

Maeve. Not only my favourite villain but one of my favourite characters in TOG. I love her!

13) If you could change one thing in any of the books what would it be?

High five @moonlightazriel because that war camp sex was just gross. The whole birth thing was also a wtf moment.

14) Favourite SJM theory?

That Gwyn is related to the Vanserras. Is it obvious that i am obsessed with her lol

15) Favourite Archeron sister?

Nesta Archeron

16) A character you feel is over-hated/ underrated:

Is it overHated or overRated? If it's overHated then Aedion and Chaol. OverRated then I'd say Amren (just my opinion so plz don't think I hate people who love her lol)

I already gave my list of underrated above

17) Aelin, Bryce, or Feyre?

Running straight to Aelin

18) What’s your favourite character from each series?

Gwyn, Ruhn, Lorcan (hard to choose for TOG but for now I'll go with him)

19) If you wrote an acotar book what would you call it?

No clue. It's hard enough to find a title for my fics

20) Who is your favourite acotar blogger?

There are so many I love. It's impossible to pick a favourite

21) What fics would you recommend to people who love the series?

Crescent city - Vérzavar Ház by @hlizr50 Acotar - A Court of Whispers and Song by @mystical_blaise ToG - Through the stone marshes by Anna_Graham

All of them are on Ao3

Questions for writers

22) Easiest character to write for?

Gwyn. One reason being because I've done it so many times that my version of her just comes naturally to me. She lives in my head is a better answer I think

23) Hardest character to write for?

Choosing between the characters that I have already written for, I'd say the ones that gave me the hardest time were Helion and LoA

24) What’s a character you’d like to write for but haven’t yet?

Nesta

25) What’s a court you’d like to write about more?

More of everything that isn't Night. Especially those I haven't written about yet because I want to try everything at least once

26) What’s a character you won’t write for and why?

Probably Feyre because I'm not the biggest fan of her. But I won't say never ever. I like to experiment sometimes so maaaaybe someday

27) If you could only write for one character ever again, who would you pick?

Gwyn!

28) Whats your favourite trope to write about when it comes to Azriel?

Being an idiot in love. Although I did have fun torturing him sometimes (ok fine a lot of fun at times)

29) What do you think is the best/favourite acotar fic you’ve written?

Even Lovers Drown has its own special place in my heart

30) Who are your favourite friendships to write about?

I adore the Valkyries. I also love to write about the Bat boys

31) For first time readers to your blog, which three fics would you recommend they read?

For Elorcan fans - I Almost Lost You For Crescent City and crackship fans - Recollection of Us (A Gwyn/Ithan fic set in Lunathion) For the Acotar fans who want more characters to swoon over other than the BatBoys - A Pearl For Luck (a Summer Court fic with Gwyn/Tarquin)

SJM Ask Game

Thank you for the tag @daydreaming-nerd !! 💙💙 (I do want to hear those redacted answers for where you put tharion lol) I feel like it's been so long since I've been on tumblr or even done one of these but I'm excited💙

1) What’s your favourite SJM book?

Hmmmm I'm gonna say ACOMAF because that's when I was first introduced to Azzy and the obsession began 💙😈

2) Which is your favourite series (tog, acotar or cc)

If you don't know me, CC is one of the worst books I've ever read. It's hard to choose between ACOTAR and TOG tho because they were both really good....

3) Who is your favourite character? (And why?)

Hehehehehehehehe. Az obviously 🥰

4) Do you have a favourite quote from one of the books?

Hmmmm...tbh not really...the ones that stay stuck in my head are the cringey ones...BUT, let's go with "Cassian shot him a glare. 'I don't see you spouting poetry, brother.' Azriel crossed his arms, still smiling faintly, 'I don't need to resort to it.'" THAT'S GODDAMN RIGHT BBY YOU DONT 💙💙 legs spread for mah boi

5) Favourite ship?

Azris frfr

6) Elriel or Gwynriel? Or neither?

Azris frfr

7) Who’s the most underrated SJM character?

Oooof there's so many. Fenrys. I've never gotten enough of him.

8) Which character do you wish to learn more about?

Azris frfr. I want both of their backstories rn

9) Are there any characters you don’t like?

Bryce Quinlan and Danika Fendyr

10) Favourite bat boy?

My king azriel 💙💙

11) Favourite court?/ Which one would you most like to live in?

Honestly I'd probably either live in Autumn or Night tbh.

12) Favourite SJM villain?

Does Tamlin count? lol.

13) If you could change one thing in any of the books what would it be?

That CC never happened

14) Favourite SJM theory?

Azris frfr

15) Favourite Archeron sister?

Prob Ness

16) A character you feel is over-hated/ underrated:

over-rated: bryce quinlan

under-rated: chaol 💙

17) Aelin, Bryce, or Feyre?

Aelin!!

18) What’s your favourite character from each series?

Fenrys, Azriel, Ruhn

19) If you wrote an acotar book what would you call it?

A Court of Smoke and Cinders? (azris frfr)

20) Who is your favourite acotar blogger?

nah there's literally too many to choose from

21)What fics would you recommend to people who love the series?

The Serpent and the Wings of Night

Questions for writers

22) Easiest character to write for?

Azzy because i built him brick by brick

23) Hardest character to write for?

LUCIEN. IDK WHY

24) What’s a character you’d like to write for but haven’t yet?

lol who haven't i written for? hmmmm...maybe fenrys, aedion, or hunt?

25) What’s a court you’d like to write about more?

Dawn!

26) What’s a character you won’t write for and why?

hmmm...idk I'd like to say that I'd try anything once...

27) If you could only write for one character ever again, who would you pick?

azzy. nobody compares to him

28) Whats your favourite trope to write about when it comes to Azriel?

right now i think modern aus...in any sort. or anything that involves angst i love putting everyone thru some shit

29) What do you think is the best/favourite acotar fic you’ve written?

hmmmm...i feel like this is impossible to choose

30) Who are your favourite friendships to write about?

eris x anyone because this man needs a friend

31) For first time readers to your blog, which three fics would you recommend they read?

LMAO ummm...I'll list at least one for. every character

Az: Cupid's Chokehold or Midnight Muse

Cass: In Storm or Dial Drunk or Better Men Have Hit Their Knees and Bigger Men Have Died

Eris: You Know I Always Liked Playing with Fire or Hide

Rhys: Clandestine Love or Dioxazine

Lucien: The Other Woman or My Happy Ending

or literally any poly can't go wrong with those tbh

No pressure tags: @writingsbychlo @acourtofwhatthefuck @i-am-a-lost-girl16 @azrielhours @a-frog-with-a-laptop or anyone else who wants to participate!

[cpeersmann]

Anyone else obsessed with Ruhn? Please someone send me fan art & smutty fan fics!! I’m dying over here!

[nestavipers]

🎅 Santa here 😋 bingeing the books is the best way to read them! I’m glad you made it past book one and through the series! I found the books through my library the summer before this last one, when a lot of stuff was still shut down where I live because of COVID. I went through all three books in like a week (because I had no life then) and then anxiously anticipated acosf, which I binge read in basically a day and a half when it came out! I actually quite liked acotar and even Tamlin, but I really loved the way sjm flipped the story and all the character development in acomaf!

Okay, so I’m assuming then that you read acosf—and you don’t sound like you’re a fan of the inner circle. So I have to ask, because I have no friends who’ve read acotar and I can rant to about this—what did you think of Amren in acosf? I was SO MAD at how she treated Nesta in the book and the way it all ended with Nesta apologizing (I’m really hoping you’ve read it and I’m not spoiling stuff for you, I’m trying to be sort of vague to make sure I don’t 🤣)

ALSO. Elucien—any predictions or hopes for future books? OH, or hopes for the new Crescent City book, since mention of it popped up on your blog? I’m so excited to see what happens next!

Sorry if this ask is too long or I ask too many questions, feel free to ignore any of it or tell me I talk too much, if you want to 🙃

honestly THANK GOD FOR LIBRARIES but ESPECIALLY during covid because i basically did nothing but read ebooks for like a year straight when we were all in lockdown.

That must have been so exciting to get to read ACOSF as soon as it came out though! I'm a bit sad I joined the fandom after a lot of the hype has gone away (until we get the next character POV reveal at least) but I'm also thrilled I got to dive right into Nesta's book immediately after finishing the original series.

Okay so I'm not anti IC per se, I'm more IC critical if that makes sense. I'm still mad at Mor and think she should have given Nesta a proper apology, I wanted to fight Rhys when he threatened to kill Nesta for the 'crime' of telling her own sister the truth about something huge that he never should have hidden from HIS MATE in the first place???? But yeah, the Amren stuff really takes the cake. I never particularly liked her and that absolutely has not improved since ACOSF. Let's not even get into the horror-show that was that 'intervention'.

I recently did a full series reread (minus the first book I just cannot put myself through reading that again even though I do love Lucien to pieces hahaha) and the rage I felt at the way everyone treated Nesta in the hallmark christmas special holiday novella was overwhelming.

Anyway, I think it's safe to say that I 100% agree with you and I have enjoyed reading the fix-it fics that the nesta stan side of the fandom has been blessing us with.

On the elucien front, I don't have any major theories, I'm really just along for the ride and prepared to be surprised by whatever SJM has up her sleeve! I've enjoyed reading through some of her quotes from old interviews about Elain and Lucien and their potential. What about you? I know the great ship war of the fandom is elain-centric so are there are theories/hopes that you have for her plotline?

Okay re: CC I adore Ruhn, I desperately want to see more sibling shenanigans with him and Bryce, I want to see their awful father get some karmic payback, and I am really hoping SJM doesn't pull a Chaol/Tamlin with Hunt (seeing him on the cover of book 2 is a good sign though I think). Are a fan of Bryce/Hunt or are you hoping for a new love interest to show up on the scene in book 2?

No need to apologize AT ALL, it's been such a pleasure talking with you! I also don't have any friends I can really talk about the series with IRL because none of them have read past ACOWAR and all I want to do is talk about nessian lmao.

[talkfantasytome]

U and X

oooo, good ones! thanks for the ask! 💕

U. Undo - If you could go back and change a fic, be it a twist, or an ending, which one would it be?

Um...probably 'It Would've Been So Right'. I might've made it more like the original plan, drabbles and just scenes and little plot. Or, idk, maybe I'd now be able to use some stuff from HoSaB. 😂 And I'd have done better by Ruhn, tbh...which is an edit I'm working on in my older chapters.

X. Excitement - Which of your fics seems to generate the most excitement?

Hmmmmm, that's a tough question! I'd say "Stay" probably the most excitement and love, especially in terms of speed of said excitement. People love a scene fix, and this is one all us Nessians needed. But "It Would've Been So Right" definitely on the longer-term scale, as it gave people something they wanted. And it's definitely the one I've received the most queries about, even though it's been mainly published to AO3.

Fan Fic Ask Game

[witchothewest]

Oh my god is the ship name NightBright? I fucking love that.

It’s been awhile, but I think I’ll be writing some fan fiction this week. RuhnLidia has me in some kind of way.