#ruhn week 2024

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The Witchling (Part I)

Insert with: Ruhn Danaan

Reader: Female (she/her)

Words: 2100+

About: Ruhn and his girlfriend are having a rough night…

Warning(s): (spoilers for this story ahead) violent fighting, character death, near death, vampirism (TVD), werewolf bite (sorry, Ruhn)

A/N: Day Six of Ruhn Week 2024! The prompt is "Night". @ruhnweek New stories all week! So, y’all can blame @danikamariewrites for this post, because that’s what gave me this idea. I was at a loss for this day until I saw that (amazing!) post. So, yeah. @danikamariewrites your fault.😏 (I’m already working on a Part II. *cough cough*)

Ruhn sat on the edge of his desk at the Aux, phone pressed to his ear. "I’m so sorry I can’t be there to see you off."

Your laughter floated through the line, though it did little to ease his guilt. "Stop, it’s fine. The city needs you more than me. I can manage one night without some grand farewell."

He ran a hand through his hair. "You know I’m always here for you, right? Even when you’re out with your coven?”

"You worry too much, prince. We take care of each other.” Your heart tightened at the lie you told, your fingers tracing the edge of the blood bag hidden in your coat. “Plus, I have my own magic to protect me, remember?"

"I know, but…" He hesitated. I want to be with you. "I just hate the thought of you out there without me."

"I know," you whispered, showing your heart. "And I love that about you. But you have to trust me. I can handle myself."

"I do trust you, witchling. It’s just…” It’s dangerous. “I miss you."

Your breath hitched, the weight of your secret pressing down on you. "I miss you too, Ruhn. More than you know."

The silence between the two of you was thick, filled with half-spoken lies. You broke it first, your playful tone meant to mask the ache in your chest. "I’ll make it worth your wait."

Ruhn’s chuckle was warm as he joined in on your joke. "I’m gonna hold you to that.”

But the warmth fell flat even for himself. He knew these hunts were part of your culture, and because they were, he would never be invited to come along, but he didn't like you spending an overnight outside the city. Even if your coven was with you. “Be safe, okay?"

"Always," she replied. "I love you, Ruhn."

"I love you too, Y/N. Call me when you get back, please?"

You didn’t respond, but he heard your breathing change. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

Ruhn heard the phone clatter to the ground, and other voices over the line. He called to you, but no one responded. Only the sound of shuffling and yelps of pain.

Your heart raced as you crouched low, shadows coiling around you like dark tendrils enveloping an egg. Your phone lay on the ground, Ruhn’s frantic voice faint in the stillness of the standoff. The creature that had knocked your phone out of your hand breathed heavily just out of sight. It stepped into the moonbeam, his eyes gleaming. It was a… human?

"Who are you?" you demanded. "What do you want?"

A hulking wolf-shifter stepped forward with a sneer. No, he was the one whose breathing you’d heard. "You’re trespassing, witch. This is our territory."

Your eyes narrowed. The Auxiliary had strict patrol zones, and you had been careful to avoid them. Sometimes that meant betraying other borders. "I'm not here for trouble. Just passing through."

"Passing through?" said another voice, dripping. An angel stepped into the dim light, his wings casting eerie shadows on the alley walls. "Looks like you’re doing more than just passing through."

Your hand closed on the empty blood bag in your pocket. “I don’t want any trouble,” you said.

But you were already in trouble. The shadows beyond these men rippled and half a dozen more of their pack stepped forward. It was a mixed pack, one developed by those exiled from their own; it was exactly the kind of unholy union your kind was meant to manage.

These packs always had something to prove. And you were their new target.

One of the shifters lunged at you, claws extended. You dodged, your body moving with heightened speed. It was fast enough to get away, but not as fast as you were capable of. Hunger gnawed at your insides, weakening you. You retaliated with a swift kick that sent the shifter sprawling back. His pack growled. They weren’t done.

"Come on, then," you said, summoning your shadow magic to envelop your attackers. Tendrils of darkness wrapped around their limbs. In your weakened state, though, the shadows couldn’t hold tight, and one by one, they broke free.

You didn’t have time to think about it. Another beast charged, jaws snapping. You sidestepped, slashing with a blade concealed in your sleeve, drawing blood. He howled, and you took a step back, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The angel watched, a cruel smile on his lips.

"Is that all you've got?" he asked in a genuine voice, then launched himself at you. You blocked and countered, but each movement was draining. The depleted blood in your veins was already a concern; without it, your strength would continue to wane.

A sharp pain exploded in your side as a shifter’s claws raked across your ribs. You staggered, barely avoiding a second blow. Your mind raced. You needed to escape. You couldn't die here, not like this. Not without seeing Ruhn again.

The angel laughed, his blade glinting as it slashed at you. You managed to land a punch that sent him reeling.

But it wasn’t enough.

Their pack of misfits surrounded you, eyes glowing. You felled one, then another, but they kept coming, relentless.

Each dodge you made, each strike you landed— They all stripped your energy, your weakened state making each step more and more unsteady. Your instincts were dulling, too, confirmed by the barrelling strike one of the shifters surprised you with. His big paws pinned you down as your blade skittered away across the pavement. His teeth bared down on you, inches from your face, when his nose caught a whiff. "You smell… different." He sniffed you again, and his pupils swelled with primal recognition. "Prey."

Your blood ran cold. They could scent your true nature. You were in over your head.

You didn’t have a choice. You let your true eyes show, glowing red in the dark. The wolf in him sneered, thrilled. But then, he faltered. Your eyes seared into his, and his body heated from the inside out. Panic threaded into his eyes. Then, he was crippling off of you, sharp cries falling out of him as his blood boiled.

You took the chance to scramble away. A heel landed on something with a crack. It was your phone, the cracked screen gone black. Ruhn… You’d forgotten about him. He’d heard all this?

"Interesting." The angel gleamed, sadistically delighted, as he stepped closer. "You're not just any witch, are you?"

“What gave me away?” You spat, pushing to your feet. The blood magic had faded from your eyes. But so had the energy you desperately needed.

The angel kicked your blade back across the pavement. It landed by your feet, but you didn’t dare take it. “Go on,” he said. “We’ll wait.

You eyed him, your muscles prepared to leap at any sign of movement, and kneeled to retrieve your blade. As soon as your fingers wrapped around it, the human—a Vanir, you realized—launched at you. He held two blades, and he wielded them well. You struggled to dodge, landing only one blow good enough to stun him. Your speed glitched behind him and you cracked his neck, letting the limp body fall.

You were breathing hard now, unable to catch your breath. This was it. You weren’t going to survive this fight. Now, you just needed to make your body as presentable as possible for when Ruhn inevitably found your corpse.

The angel hmph-ed in amusement. He stepped forward. “Let’s finish this.”

You launched at him, focusing your strength into your feet to stay balanced as you parried with each other. He was good, and tonight, you weren’t much better. Tonight, he was a worthy opponent for your last fight. He shoved you with his arm and you tripped, landing hard on your knees. “Stay down, witch.”

Pain and exhaustion threatened to overwhelm you. How could you fight when your own body was betraying you? You pushed to your feet. If this was your last, you were gonna make sure it was one hell of a fight.

Teeth sank deep into your shoulder and you cried out at the searing pain, the sound echoing in the narrow alley. Agony washed through your veins, frying every nerve ending in your body, and you collapsed under it. Terror struck you. A wolf bite. No…

‘Y/N!’ You heard your name on Ruhn’s voice crash in your mind, the first sign it was over. Your mental block had fractured and crumbled, and Ruhn knew it.

That only made this worse.

The angel laughed, a deep, haunting laugh. "Finish her," he ordered.

You lashed out, catching the angel off-guard. Your blade sliced the base of his wing, shaving feathers off to the quick. He stumbled back, cursing, but his pack was relentless. Claws and blades tore at you, your only defense to pull shadows around you like a shield. You could feel the venom spreading, your body—and your magic—growing weaker with each passing second.

One last desperate, crazy idea. Gathering the last drops of your strength and magic, you pulled the shadows tightly to ball at your chest. They resisted the tight compression, needing to be free, but you held tight, sweat and blood streaking down your skin. It took all your strength to hold them tight.

The angel towered over you, bright white under the moonlight. “Goodbye, witch,” he said, and daggered his blade down at you.

You released your hold and the shadows splintered from their confines, exploding in all directions. Their razor edges ripped through the last of your attackers. You saw the blurry image of angel wings fall to the ground as darkness overtook you.

The bullpen was in chaos, and it was all Ruhn’s fault. He had burst out of his office towards the boys when he heard the fighting on the other side of the line. He put it on speaker-phone and watched the men get white in the face.

Flynn and Ithan had wrestled with him, trying to calm him down, but the second the phone line went dead, Ruhn lost it. His roar of frustration and panic echoed through the building, silencing everyone. Flynn's grip on his arm tightened, and Ithan stepped in front of him, an attempt to calm him that didn’t do much.

"Dec, find her!" Ruhn snapped. Declan was already hunched over his station, fingers flying over the keyboard as he scanned security footage. "Check every damn camera near the gates!"

"She's with her coven, right?" Dec asked, but didn’t wait for an answer.

Ruhn's mind raced. He had to focus, had to think. Your mental block was up, and that was a good sign. It meant you were still conscious, still fighting. But it also meant he couldn't reach you, couldn't tell you he was coming. His chest tightened, helplessness crushing him.

Your agony sliced into Ruhn’s mind like a white-hot iron, the force of it physically knocking him to his knees. It was a raw, guttural sound like nothing he’d ever heard.

"Ruhn!" Flynn shouted, dropping to his side. "What's happening?"

"Y/N," Ruhn whispered, breath coming fast from the flash of your pain. You’d never spoken in his mind before. He couldn’t help the sick feeling that came with it this time. Flynn's face was a pale blur before him, eyes wide with alarm. Ithan dropped a hand on his shoulder.

"We’ll find her," Ithan said, his voice strong like he meant it. "She’ll be okay."

Ruhn nodded, swallowing hard. He forced himself to stand, unsteady on his limbs. "We need Hypaxia," he said, his voice raw. "She might know where Y/N is."

Flynn nodded, and Ithan pulled out his phone, dialing the witch-queen's number, and handed it to him. It felt like an eternity before she answered. "Where’s Aurora?" he barked. No time for pleasantries.

"Ruhn, what happened?"

"She's not with her coven, is she?"

"No," Hypaxia admitted, her voice soft. "She's alone."

Ruhn's fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. "Where is she?"

"I don't know, but she would've gone to her caches.” Hypaxia said. “I know where one is."

"Give me the address," he growled. He snapped his fingers at Flynn and he bolted over.

Hypaxia rattled off the address, and Ruhn relayed it to Declan, who immediately triangulated it on his screens. "I'll meet you there," Hypaxia added. "I have the key."

"Fine," Ruhn bit out, then gave Ithan his phone back. He turned to Flynn. "You're coming with me. Ithan, keep your phone hot. I'll send you another address if she's not there."

Flynn nodded, already pulling on his coat. Declan called out from his station, "I don't see anyone on the cameras."

"She's alone," Ruhn barked, his voice echoing through the bullpen. He didn't wait for a response, didn't look back as he darted out the door.

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Part II Part III coming soon!

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Day four: Free Day

Ruhn Danaan x Lidia Cervos

A/N: *Gasp* That gif is so Ruhn and Lidia. Anyways. I love them. Also, first quote is from the movie Pride and Prejudice. If you do not know that series, respectfully, go watch it right this instant. It's sappy. ��

A HUGE thanks to @sarawritestories for helping me out with that Pollux part. Ily sweets you're the best. 💕

Summary: Idk. Period comfort.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Period, abusive Pollux, angst, panic, anxiety, self-loathing, vomiting, blood

“You have bewitched me, body and soul. And I love… I love… I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

Gods, that was sappy. Lidia’s cheeks turn into a bright red at the sight of the handsome actor on the screen, and she cuddles closer to Ruhn. Ruhn isn’t fond of this kind of romantic lovey-dovey movie, but he always caves in to watch it with his mate. Only to see her eyes glimmer as she swore she wasn’t crying, or see her squirm on the seat beside him when a heated scene came up. It was some kind of unspoken rule in their relationship. She watches sunball with him, and he watches her romantic movies. That’s how it works between them.

Well, watch.

He is supposed to be watching the movie right now. But sleep had rushed through him mere minutes after his long fingers had started to thread through Lidia’s silky golden hair. He had traced the length of her blond curls and his eyelids instantly grew heavy. He can’t help it. Lidia’s locks are just so soft. It is nearly impossible for him, or anyone else, to not feel relaxed and sleepy while combing her hair.

Lidia’s peers up at Ruhn in hope to get his insight on her favorite movie scene, her golden eyes still wet from how emotional this scene makes her every damn time. She pouts, a bit disappointed to find Ruhn’s eyes closed and his chest rising and falling slowly, steadily. How can someone fall asleep so quickly? She clicks her tongue, her eyes rolling and she lifts her hand to Ruhn’s face to flick his nose, in hope to wake him up. Her hand freezes, and she feels like she has just been struck by lightning. She grunts, and clutches her stomach tightly, curling into a ball between Ruhn’s legs.

Lidia mentally curses, blaming Cthona for the pulsing pain in her womb. Tears were burning her eyes. The blond-haired Fea female sinks her teeths in her lower lip to choke back her whimpers. She bites it so hard that it pierces open, and she can taste the saltiness of her own blood on her tongue. Silent as a mouse, Lidia unfolds her legs from her fetal position. She can't wake Ruhn up. Then she feels it. What she dreaded the most. That familiar stickiness pooling between her thighs. She needs to get up, to push through the pain, and hurry to the bathroom. Now.

What if… What if... What if…

Unfounded fear settles in her gut as she starts to make up the worst scenarios of Ruhn’s reaction when he would learn that she dirtied his expensive-looking couch. Her legs shake weakly as she rolls to her side, contracting her muscles to stand up. She scolds herself. She should’ve kept track of her menstrual cycle. She should’ve known it was coming. If only she hadn’t been too lost in the frenzy of hers and Ruhn’s love affair… Her stomach churns, it’s her fault, all of it. She feels gross.

You stupid bitch…

"Look at what you did," Pollux gripped Lidia's gold locks and forced her face on the couch. The little breath she was able to get was invaded by the metallic stench of blood that was stained on the couch. It was an accident. Her punishment? Being suffocated into the cushion as if she was a pup having her nose rubbed in for urinating on the furniture. Lidia's oxygen was limited, and spots appeared in her vision. This was how she would die. Before her lungs gave out, Pollux yanked her head back as she gasped for air. "You stupid bitch."

She forces air through her lungs as she tries to stand on her wobbly legs. Sweat is coating her forehead, and her gaze lands on the bathroom door. Five more steps. She can do this. She’s been through worse. Lidia doesn’t dare look behind her, too afraid to see the copper stain she might’ve left there.

You stupid bitch…

Tears blurries her vision, and she can feel them tracing patterns as they slide down her cheeks. She takes a first step, then attempts a second one. Her stomach churns from the overwhelming distress and pain in her body. She sobs, heaves, and with the remaining strength she has left, she collapses on her knees, in the bathroom doorway. She wastes no time, ang crawls to the toilet. Her peripheral vision narrows as bile falls out of her mouth. She had managed to reach for the toilet bowl, at least she didn’t make another mess. Her fingers painfully grips onto the toilet seat, her knuckles turning white. She tries to ground herself, to breathe, to calm down.

“Lidia..?”

Ruhn. Her stomach flips, and she tries to keep her nausea at bay. Her breathing is getting shallow and her heart is beating so fast, so loud, that she can herself hear it. Ruhn wastes no time, and tug on his hair tie in one swift movement, using it to tie Lidia's hair in a ponytail as fast as he can, before they fall into the toilet. He kneels right behind her, caging her between his knees, his left hand rubbing circles on her lower back in an attempt to sooth her tense muscles. His other hand strokes her white knuckles as she holds on for dear life onto the freezing toilet seat.

Oh, Ruhn.

“Look at you,” Pollux growled behind her, and she tried her best not to flinch. She closed her eyes, waiting for her lover's rage to fall onto her. Like the rock that the waves keep crashing over. “On your knees like a good little bitch, cleaning up your,” He paused, and Lidia could imagine him clearly, scrunching his nose in disgust and clenching his fists. “Mess.”

She wanted to apologize, she should've. But the words stayed tucked deep down in her throat. The smell of bleach burnt her nostrils before she could feel it scorch the soft skin of her hands. She jumped back, the towel she was holding fell from her aching hands. She stumbled back against Pollux's chest, and was quickly slammed back down on her knees. She felt her knee pads wobble from the harsh impact. The Hammer held her hair tightly, so tight that she could feel some hair detaching from her burning scalp as he pushed her back down on her aching knees. “Stop whining,” Pollux snarled, shaking the remnants of the chemical onto the couch. Everything burned, her eyes, her nostrils, her hands, her lungs… “Clean,” He spat, his voice held no mercy. And he walked out of the room before she could apologize for something she had no control over.

She should've been more careful. She would be next time. She would track her cycle properly.

What a stupid bitch…

“Fuck, why are your… feminine products so far away,” Ruhn’s hand stays still on her back, as he stretches his arm towards the sink cabinet. His rummaging makes the bottles, and different products bump against one another, some of them landing on the floor. Lidia groans, wiping her mouth as she tries, but fails to move from in front of the toilet to help Ruhn. “Ah, got em’.” Ruhn states, holding the pink envelope of a pad in his hand, smiling proudly.

“Ruhn, it's…” She tears up, and shakes her head. The hormones, she tries to convince herself that it’s the only reason for her emotional turmoil. She swallows, and stands up, wincing. She needs to clean up the couch. To get into clean clothes, and put this pad on. Ruhn stands close to her, his hands on her hips, steading her, the menstrual pad still in hand. “Don’t touch me, I'm gross,” She chokes out, tears clouding her vision. Pathetic. She was acting pathetic. Her cycle, and suffering wasn't Ruhn's problem.

And yet he still cares…

He shouldn't. She doesn't deserve that.

What a stupid bitch…

“Hey…” Ruhn’s frown deepens, and he holds her closer to him, rocking her from side to side as she sobs. Her breathing is incredibly fast. And her eyes… Her beautiful gold eyes look dark, so dark, she seems to be stuck in a bad memory, somewhere so far away… He sways her slowly from side to side, placing soft kisses on the top of her head. “Would a bath sound nice, maybe?” He murmurs against her hairline, his nose humming the delicious scent of her shampoo. She feels gross, so maybe a bath would help her to feel better in her skin, he guesses.

A bath… A bath… No, the couch. She needs to clean her mess first. Gross, she feels so grossed out of herself.

Lidia’s thoughts are reeling, her body so stiff, frozen in shock. She is still unused to such kindness in that type of situation. She snaps back into reality when she hears the water run from the faucet. Ruhn keeps his arms protectively draped around her, his concerned glance fixed on her face. Her rapidly moving chest meets his steady one with every breath she tries to take. She finally manages to copy Ruhn’s breathing, and she can now hear better, see better, and the pain was a bit more bearable too. “Bath?” Ruhn asks again, staring into the honey depths of Lidia’s eyes. She was here, safe, with him, out of these horrific thoughts.

“The couch,” She swallows down, trying to lube her dry and sore throat. She tries to slip away from Run's comforting, and oh so warm arms. “You’d prefer to rest on the couch?” Ruhn asks, trying to figure out what his girlfriend needs from the little glimpse of information she mumbles to him. She bites her cheek at the thought of Ruhn’s couch, her eyes filling with tears again. Ruhn rubs his thumbs on her arms slowly, the worry for his mate is written all over his face. “No, I need to clean the couch.” She blurts out.

The couch. The couch. She made a mess. What a stupid bitch. The couch…

Ruhn stills, and his eyes narrow as he tries to figure out where all this nonsense and panic comes from. He wonders how he could have ever made her believe that he cared more for such material things than her well-being and comfort. “No, I'll just buy a cleaning spell later,” He murmurs, confused at Lidia’s panicked state. Has he done something wrong? He doesn't like it for one bit that his mate looks so terrified around him. He sighs and presses a kiss on the top of her head. “Bathe, Lidia. Or rest. Is it because you'd prefer to just change and rest? I didn't mean to force you into doing anything.”

Lidia sobs, covering her mouth with her hand. Ruhn moves one of his hands to cradle her face against his chest. Lidia feels like if it wasn't from Ruhns's love and tender hold, her heart would have shattered completely from the weight of her guilt and self-disgust.

“Please,” Ruhn pleads, his fingers brushing away her tears. “Tell me what's wrong.”

“I just… I dirtied your couch. I should've kept track of my cycle. I'm such a,” She hiccups, her throat feeling so tight, “Such a,” Such a stupid bitch, she wants to say, but the words refuse to come out. Only sobs and incoherent babbling fall from her lips.

Everything makes sense for Ruhn, then.

Fucking Pollux.

Ruhn cuts her off with a soft caress of his lips against hers. Now is not the time for him to be angry at Pollux. He needs to be calm, and reassuring, for his Lidia. He takes a deep breath. “Hey, no. Gods, Lidia no…” Ruhn holds up her chin so his eyes can dive deep in hers. He doesn't want her to feel bad around him. Especially not over something she has absolutely no control of. He hates it. Hates the one that has carved nonsense into her brain even more. Only time would undo the mental and emotional damage Pollux had caused.

“You are such a strong and beautiful female,” He smiles softly down at her, turning off the faucet, his eyes not leaving her puffy and red ones even for one second. His hands slide under her shirt, tracing her ribs slowly. He looks into her eyes, silently asking for her permission. Lidia nods, her blond curls bouncing on her shoulders as she does, and he lifts her shirt off. “My strong and beautiful mate…” He whispers, kissing away her tears as he helps her out of the rest of her clothes.

Lidia absent-mindedly watches Ruhn as he gently picks her up, and settles her nude body in the tub. Her muscles relax with the heat of the water. Her whole skin welcomed the warmth, too, making it feel like she was receiving a peaceful hug. She closes her eyes and leans back her hand in Ruhn's palms as he starts to rub shampoo through her sweat coated hair. She rubs her stomach, trying to ease the pain of her cramps and the guilt lingering there.

“You've done nothing wrong,” Ruhn's voice breaks through the silence. “It was an accident. I love you. It's not your fault," He adds.

“I'm so–” “Don't.” He says, his tone slightly harsh, and he hated himself for how Lidia flinches. He shakes his head, his fingers still massaging the shampoo on her scalp. He sighs, “Don't be sorry. Please. You have nothing to be sorry about. Not with me.” She nods, tilting her head back a little bit more so Ruhn could rinse her hair. The shampoo tickles her ears as the water falls on her head, and she sinks in the comfort and reassuring presence of her mate.

Ruhn rubs every surface of her fair skin with a cleaning glove. Lidia almost starts crying again at the look of pure love and adoration shining in the blue eyes she loved so much. He wasn't disgusted, of her, or her femininity. He loves her, and admires her as a person. The deer shifter's heart flutters at this sight.

“I love you, Lidia. Like, a lot,” Ruhn chuckles slightly to ease the atmosphere, lightening Lidia’s heavy heart. “And I want you to be comfortable with me. I know it'll take time. But let's just start with like,” He halts, his eyebrows frowning as he tries to figure out where they could start. He grins when suddenly, an idea pops up in his head. “Keeping your feminine products at easy reach in the cabinet? It would be a good start. Okay?” He winks at her, replacing the things in the cabinet, putting the box of pads and tampons in front of everything, so it’s easy for her, or him, to reach when needed.

The realization feels like a kick in Lidia’s guts. She doesn't have to hide them anymore.

Not with Ruhn.

My strong and beautiful mate.

Ruhn's words thrums in her ears, and the sight of his eyes filled with all the beautiful emotions he feels towards her dances in her mind, replacing all negative thoughts and fear that Pollux had once pushed there.

She smiles, truly smiles, and nods, the water sloshing around her as she brings her knees to her chest. “Okay.”

My strong and beautiful mate...

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Day 1: Family

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Ruhn puffed the smoke out through his nose, his eyes glued to the two females in the front of their private booth. Y/N held a microphone awfully close to her lips, trying to conceal breathing, singing, laughing and the weight of Bryce’s body on her back as his sister piggy rides his mate. The two females sang so loudly that he was sure the rest of the clients were able to hear. 

Some pop music he didn’t even know the name of, but the beauty in the moment wasn’t their voices, but the bright smiles both of them wore, bursting out laughing randomly throughout the song. He allowed the calmness of the mirth-root to settle in, carrying his mind to a memory so distant in time…

“Wait, so you’re telling me you have a sister I never heard about?” She placed her hands on her hips like a mother ready to scold her disobeying child. 

“You know that my asshole father likes to pull these moves.” Ruhn sighed, his face seeming tired. She moved towards him, his shirt riding up, that was all she wore. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she looked at him worried.

“How do you feel about it?” She inquired and he rested his hands on her hips, pulling her up. She wrapped her legs around him and he spun her around, placing her on the counter he was leaning seconds ago. 

“It’s weird, and she’s much younger. How do I even approach a teenager?” She pulled a strand of hair behind his ear, prompting him to pull her in for a kiss, her warm lips brought him peace.

“I’ll be there with you, it’s going to be fine.” She promised as they parted the kiss, and he believed her.

—--

Bryce Quinlan was much younger than he expected, just a thirteen year old girl, scared to be in the presence of her father for the first time. Her eyes curiously roamed around, trying to find some comfort in such a hostile environment, her father's clear distaste for her presence hurt her young heart, but she didn’t allow it to show on her face.

She eyed the female again, her kind eyes softening whenever she caught Bryce staring, making the younger blush. The female had pretty, pointy ears in display like hers, her silk hair on a bun and she wore a summer dress. Bryce had caught her rolling her eyes to her father’s voice a couple of times, clearly displeased to be near him.

Ruhn groaned internally, he wanted to tell his father to shut the fuck up, his harsh words towards Bryce’s looks and education being so out of hand that he could even feel Y/N’s anger growing through the bond they shared. 

“You can go to your room after the meal.” Einar ordered, making Bryce deflate, she was so excited to meet the city. But Y/N cleared her throat.

“I would like to invite Bryce to go have some ice cream with me and Ruhn, we can take care of her for the day.” She blinked at the teenager. 

“She can go.” The autumn King dismissed. 

They haven’t even finished their meal, but Y/N got out of the table, offering her hand to Bryce and being escorted by Ruhn, she would always spend as little as she could in his presence, going months without even visiting her father in law if she could avoid it. 

She ignored the scoff the male loudly let out. She knew Einar hated her, but he knew that when the mating bond snapped, there was nothing he could do to prevent her and Ruhn from ever getting together, not without losing his son completely, so he just ignored her most of the time.

—--

“Where would you like to go?” She turned to Bryce, Ruhn was by her side, his sister shyly trying to keep eye contact with them, she had looked at him with such admiration when he arrived that he had almost cried.

“Are we not getting ice cream?” She asked, her head whipping around trying to gather all the information FiRo had to offer. 

“Oh we are, but now you’re free to choose what you want to do. We want to know about you.” Bryce seemed radiant when she heard that, she had researched about Lunathion before going there, she wanted to go to museums, parks and so many places. 

That day, she held Bryce’s hand, allowing the younger girl to drag her around, from shop to shop, park to park. They walked around the whole city, Bryce was so happy, the two chatting like they knew each other since his sister was born. Ruhn watched as his mate and sister bonded, Bryce giggling and trying to keep her ice cream away from Y/N’s reach, the female scooping bits of the teenager's sweet treat to make her laugh.

All the rude words and distance from their father was long forgotten, he knew how much it meant to her all the attention the both of them were giving to her, he just didn’t know how much. 

So when Bryce went back to her mother’s house, they would always visit her, Mrs Quinlan had welcomed the two of them with open arms, for being so good for her Bryce she had claimed. And whenever his sister would go back to Lunathion, it was in their shared house she would stay. 

Ruhn then remembered when he and Bryce fought, the harsh words he condemned his father for saying to her coming out of his lips. Y/N had come home in that exact moment, gasping and shoving him aside, pulling Bryce towards their bedroom and locking him out. 

When she got out, was only to give him a pair of blankets and his pillows, stating that she couldn’t even look at him right now. It took almost as much time to get her to forgive him as it did for Bryce. 

When Bryce moved to Lunathion to attend college, they would always meet and have a girls night, despite being a few years older, the two of them had created a bond of their own, just as unbreakable as their mating bond and Ruhn loved it. The two females he loved the most in the world, shared a love just as big.

—--

Ruhn wiped the tears that gathered on the corner of his eyes, being startled by Y/N plopping  herself on his lap, Declan was the one singing now. Bryce sat with her feet across Hunt’s leg, her cunning eyes scanning him.

“Our performance was that good that brought you to tears?” She mocked, wiping an invisible tear from her own face. 

“He just can’t resist, we’re too good of a duo.” Y/N said squeezing his cheek and placing a wet kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, you two are just too good, I'm glad you two get along.” He said, his eyes going back and forth between the two. 

“She’s more my sister than you’re my brother, asshole.” Bryce flipped him off and he laughed. 

“And this makes me so happy, I love you two.” Y/N squeezed his face against her chest and Bryce jumped on the two. 

“We love you too.” She had said. “I’m glad to call you two my family.” Y/N kissed Bryce’s forehead. 

“Hey,stop this or I'll throw up.” Tristan said, rolling his eyes.

“FUCK YOU FLYNN.” The two females yelled in unison. 

“You heard my ladies.” Ruhn said, feeling his heart swell with happiness of seeing them both safe after everything they had gone through. His favourite girls.

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Day Twenty-One Prompt: "We've done worse."

Summary: Tristan and his SO are in the van working together to help Lidia, Ruhn, Hunt, and Baxian escape. It's the mission of a lifetime, and they can't afford to fail.

Word Count: 2,534

Category: Fluff, Humor, Angst

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"Alright, are you two set?"

I leaned forward and picked up the radio on the dash, holding down the button to reply.

"Set."

"Good. They're on their way out now. I'll give you a signal when they clear the gates."

"Copy."

I set the radio back on the dash, then took a deep breath and started the car. A moment later, I felt a warm, familiar hand resting on my thigh.

"I heard what you said to Dec, but I feel like it's my job as your boyfriend to ask: you ready for this?"

I huffed a laugh and turned to look at Tristan Flynn, sitting in the passenger seat of the van next to me. We'd been here for the better part of an hour now, doing my least favorite part of a mission: waiting.

Our friends had been captured by the Asteri, and we'd finally figured out a way to get them back. It wasn't going to be easy, but it was a chance, and not one of us had hesitated to take it. For Tristan and I's part, we'd be providing support for our friends' getaway car. Tristan would put his Aux training to the test and provide firepower, while I'd be living up to my driving reputation behind the wheel.

If things were going according to plan, Lidia would be on her way out of the Palace of the Asteri with our friends in tow. They'd be racing through the city streets in moments, and we'd meet them there. My heart raced, mostly at the thought of everything that could go wrong, but I nodded anyway as I laid my hand on top of Tristan's.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm ready. Just... worried."

"About?"

"Something going wrong when we're still too far away to help."

I turned to face Tristan as he nodded, giving my thigh a little squeeze. We shared a small smile.

"I know how you feel. We've just gotta trust them to take care of themselves until they can get to us. And then nobody coming after us will stand a chance."

I huffed a laugh, the smile on my face growing a little more sincere. Tristan never failed to make me feel better, even in the face of ridiculous life-threatening situations that had become all too normal in the past few weeks. I shook my head.

"I can't believe we're about to go racing through the streets of the capital city as part of an insane jailbreak from the most fortified jail in the world." Tris just shrugged.

"We've done worse."

"Babe. Literally what have we done that's worse than this?"

"How about the time you came as my date to a Lord Hawthorne function and had to sit through dinner with my entire family?"

I snorted. "Okay, that was worse."

The two of us shared a smile and a little laugh, the moment fading to something slightly more sincere as we held hands, staring into each other's eyes waiting for Dec's signal. We both knew what was at stake if something went wrong today. Not just for our friends, but for each other. The Asteri were brutal, and I wasn't going to let them get their hands on my boyfriend.

The radio crackled to life. "Alright, Daybright's heading to the gate! She got everybody out, but they've already got people trying to take them out. They'll be on you in a minute, get ready to go!"

I snatched up the radio and gave Dec another "Copy" before taking the car out of park and shifting into gear. Tristan leaned over, gently grabbing my chin and pulling me in for a fast, hard kiss. He pulled back, his eyes holding mine for just a moment, his expression unusually serious.

"We've got this, sweetheart. Let's show those bastards just who they're messing with."

I nodded, heart racing in my chest, and Tristan climbed into the back of the van. I heard him getting his gun ready and moving towards the van's sliding door, ready to provide support when we met up with Lidia and the rest of our friends. I took a deep breath, getting my head in the zone.

Right on cue, I heard an engine roaring from around the corner of the alley we were hiding down. I timed my exit perfectly, tearing out onto the street and falling immediately alongside Lidia in her jeep. I nodded to Lidia as I pulled alongside her, then a little bit ahead. I heard the sliding door of the jeep open.

"Where the fuck is your hand?" Tristan shouted. I could barely make out the words over the road noise and gunfire, and frankly, I didn't really want to know who his question had been addressed to.

Even if I'd wanted to, I didn't have the extra bandwidth for it, either. A pedestrian stepped out into the street, and I had to swerve to avoid them. I popped down a side street, not exactly our planned path, but not one that would be a problem either. We ended up flanking some of the forces on Lidia's tail, and Tristan took them out one by one.

A moment later, the radio crackled to life, the next part of our plan ready to go. I took a deep breath and redoubled my focus on the road ahead of me, buildings and people flying by. We were about to burn down the Spine, starting in the Eternal City; things were going to get a little wild.

I managed to fall into line with Lidia again as we neared the end of a massive street heading straight out of the city, explosions echoing in the distance. I heard Tristan shouting again, making sure our allies knew the plan.

"We'll cover the highway. Get to the port!"

After a moment, the van door slide shut again. Tristan was climbing his way back to me, but I didn't even glance at him. My attention was otherwise occupied.

Based on Lidia's intel, Mordoc and his dreadwolves, the biggest threat to our group's success, would be coming out of the southwestern gate. Now that Tristan and I had helped with the firefight through the city, we were going to try to make some trouble for the dreadwolves.

I took a deep breath as I hit another open road, only to find the southwestern gate closing quickly ahead of me. I swore under my breath and floored it, while Tristan rolled down his window and took a few shots at the people in the gate's guard station. I grit my teeth as we neared the rapidly-closing steel. It was going to be close, but we had to make it out of this city.

"Holy shit," Tristan breathed as we squeezed through the gate, steel scraping against the roof of our car and pushing our van down to the limit of the shocks. Our back bumper hit the road as we just managed to clear the city wall, and next to me, Tristan let out a whoop. "That's right! Nice work baby!"

I laughed, unable to stop a grin at getting through our near miss. We were nowhere near out of the woods yet, though—I had a pack of dreadwolves to catch.

"How did he look?" I asked, sparing just enough attention to glance at Tristan. "Ruhn."

"Bad. But he'll survive."

I let out a little sigh of relief. I'd come to care a lot about Hunt and Baxian, too, but Ruhn had been in my life a lot longer. Almost as long as Tristan. He was like a brother, and I felt a weight ease off my chest with the knowledge that he was going to be okay.

Assuming we could all make it back to the Depth Charger alive, of course.

"Alright. Time to lap these fuckers," I said, locking back into the zone and racing down the highway ahead of us. I didn't need to look at my boyfriend to know he was grinning.

"Go get 'em, babe."

The rest of the world faded out around me as I focused on driving as fast as possible, closing distance on the dreadwolf guard ahead. We had a limited window to slow them down before we had to peel off and make our own escape, and I wanted to make the most of it.

Lo and behold, I rounded a corner and exited flat out, and the tail end of the dreadwolf pack came into view on the road ahead.

"There we go! Holy shit, I love you," Tristan said next to me. I laughed, still not taking my attention off the road.

"I'm glad you're into this. My driving scared off a couple of people before you."

"Ha. Wimps."

I smiled, working to close the gap ahead enough for Tristan to get a clear shot. We only had another few minutes before we'd need to peel off for the sub. I needed to make them count.

About thirty seconds later, we were in reasonable range for Tristan to do his part. He popped out of the sunroof, bracing himself on the seat as he held his rifle up to his shoulder. I did my best to keep the car steady and in a straight line, and a moment later, I heard the bang of Tristan firing above me.

I kept my eyes on the cars ahead. Mordoc was running with a convoy of four cars, but if we could even take out one of them, it might make the difference for our friends' getaway.

Right on cue, I saw both back tires blow on the car closest to us. I moved to one side so we could pass them, and Tristan ducked down to avoid a few errant bullets as we sped by. Luckily for us, as planned, Mordoc had decided Lidia and our friends were the bigger prize. He didn't even slow down, although he couldn't have missed the loss of one of his cars.

"Time?" Tristan shouted down to me over the wind. I screamed back up at him to make sure he could hear me over the noise outside the car.

"Our turn's coming up fast! This is your last shot, so make it count and then get back in here!"

Tristan didn't respond. We were a little closer than we'd been to the remainder of the dreadwolf pack, and we'd taken out one of the four cars. Mordoc was obviously still untouched in the lead, but he'd at least have fewer numbers trying to catch up to Lidia.

I heard Tristan's gun fire two more times, and the back tires of the third car exploded. Unlike the first car, this one knew they were under fire and started swerving the moment their back end hit the road. They were trying to take Tristan and I out with them.

Tristan ducked back into the car, throwing his seatbelt on and closing the sunroof. And not a moment too soon.

I managed to control the car well enough to avoid the rapidly-slowing dreadwolf car, still chasing Mordoc to put distance between us and the angry dreadwolves behind us. The second car, the only one left besides the lead car with Mordoc, started slowing down like they wanted to do something about Tristan and I. But they were too late.

I kept up our speed until a few hundred meters before a side road, which Mordoc's cars had already passed. Then, I slammed on the breaks, slowing us down as much as possible before lifting off the breaks and turning into the corner. The tires on the van squealed, and I swear we almost went up on two wheels, but I didn't let it slow me down. I got back on the gas as we cleared the apex, tearing off down our escape road at mach 10.

"Are they following us?" I called over to Tristan. The road we'd turned onto was much narrower, and with trees and wildlife on either side, I didn't want to risk taking my eyes off the road to look in my mirrors if I didn't have to.

"No," came Tristan's reply after a moment. "If they were following us, they'd be in our mirrors already."

I let out a long breath and leaned back in the seat, relaxing my death grip on the steering wheel just a little. I kept our speed up, but now it was normal speed, not racecar speed.

"Nice work, babe," said Tristan. He reached over to put a hand on my thigh again, giving it a little squeeze. "That was great work."

"You too, Tris. Best marksman I've ever seen."

I spared a second to glance over at my boyfriend, and I found him grinning at me, a wild look in his eyes. I smiled back. All I wanted to do was lean over and kiss him, but technically, we weren't quite out of the woods yet.

Tristan kept an eye on the mirrors and had his gun at the ready as I refocused on the road. It felt like an eternity, but finally, we made it to one of the Depth Charger's launches which would be taking us and our van back to the ship.

When we pushed off of shore, out into the ocean, I took my hands of the wheel and my feet off the pedals for the first time in way too long. I flopped over sideways, resting my head on Tristan's shoulder.

"Great work, sweetheart," he said quietly, rubbing small circles against my thigh. "Seriously. That was amazing."

"Thanks. Have you- I wasn't paying attention to the radio. Did Dec call with any updates?"

Tristan shook his head. "Not yet. But we gave them a good opening. And they're all strong as hell."

"Yeah."

We fell silent for a moment after that. I couldn't help the seed of worry burrowing into my brain, spinning out with a thousand different scenarios of ways our rescue may have gone wrong. Tristan, my wonderful boyfriend, knew me well enough to notice.

"They're okay," he said, moving to wrap an arm around my shoulders and squeezing me against his side. "I'm sure they are. They made it, and we're gonna hug the shit out of them the minute we get back to the ship."

"...How can you be so confident? Mordoc and one of his other cars got away from us. What if-"

"Nope. We're not doing what ifs. I know they made it, because they're almost as badass and capable as we are. There's no way that shithead and his attack dogs managed to stop them."

I snorted, burying my head into Tristan's chest to stifle a further laugh. Nobody else could lift me out of a funk like he could.

The two of us stayed like that, sharing a rare moment of quiet together, until the Depth Charger came into view. I sighed.

"Thanks, Tris. Now come on, we've got friends to check on."

"Can't wait until they're all healthy again and we can compare stories. We did some badass stuff out there, I don't want anybody forgetting it."

"Assuming our friends are fine, and we get the happy ending we're aiming for? I'm not letting anybody forget the time we ran down the dreadwolves and took out half their pack in a matter of minutes. Hunt and Bryce might be the magical chosen ones or whatever, but as far as I'm concerned, we're the best power couple of them all."

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Ship: Feyre/Rhysand/Ruhn

Summary: Prideful as it made her seem, Feyre had never been the type of girl to go around begging for help. Knowing her unexpected pregnancy would upend her life in a way there was no bouncing back from, she allows herself to accept the hand extended. The problem? Just as she starts to build a relationship with Rhys, her one night stand comes waltzing back into her life in a way she never expected. Seeing what that one night led to, he has no intention of walking away a second time.

AN: Originally designed as a one shot, everything to follow Chapter I is considered AU relevant bonus content 😊

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Chapter I: Feysand Week 2024~AU

Chapter II

Chapter III: Poly SJM Week 2025~AU

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Have We Met?

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Come to Bed Baby

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ACOWAR Eris

Eris Week 2023: Day 2*

Azris

Demon Lucien

Lucien and Tamlin*

Forest Witch Elain

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Sunlight Elucien*

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Azris Pride AU*

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Ruhn and Lidia*

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Dog or Cat

Insert with: Ruhn Danaan

Reader: Female (she/her)

Words: 800+

About: Just a little fun.

Warning(s): N/A

A/N: Day Four of Ruhn Week 2024! The prompt is "Free Day". @ruhnweek New stories all week!

Bryce sat cross-legged on the floor. "I've got one: Who among us has a dog personality or a cat personality?”

Her mate leaned forward from his place on the couch behind her, raising an eyebrow. “You mean, like, loyal and playful versus independent and judgmental?”

"Sounds like you don't want to be a cat?"

"Not at all," he said, leaning back into his spot. "I see cat. Independent, like my space, and not too big on being told what to do.”

Declan Emmet, busy fiddling with his tech gadgets in his lap, didn't even look up. “Nah, Hunt, you’re a dog. You’re fiercely loyal and protective, especially when it comes to Bryce.”

Bryce laughed. “Like a guard dog. A big, grumpy, overprotective one.”

Hunt rolled his eyes but it couldn't hide the smile on his lips. “Fine, fine. Dog it is.”

"What about me?" Bryce asked, pleased with her own game.

Ithan chimed in, “You’re a total dog, Bryce." "That sounds like she should be offended," Ruhn beamed Ithan with the ball he'd been tossing in the air. The shifter yelped.

“What if I wanted to be a mysterious, aloof cat?”

"You're about as aloof as a golden retriever, Bryce." Tristan snorted, propping his head up with a pillow. "You can’t even fake it.”

Ruhn chuckled. “Sorry, sis. You’re definitely more dog than cat.”

Bryce gave a mock-salute. “Alright, dog it is.”

Tristan pointed at Declan. “The cat in the room is right there. Always always doing his own thing, always playing with his tech."

“I can live with that.”

"Plus, you’ve got that whole ‘don’t mess with my stuff’ vibe.” Ithan added. "You learned that from experience?" Hunt teased. Everyone laughed at his expense.

"What about Flynn?” Ithan asked. "'Cause I think it's pretty obvious he's a dog."

Flynn grinned widely. “Oh, I’m definitely a dog. I love hanging out, meeting new people, having a good time.”

Ruhn shook his head. “He's the poster boy for dog personalities. Couldn't even pick a breed.”

Bryce pointed at her brother. “What about you, Ruhn?"

“Hey, what about me?” Ithan whined.

“Oh, please, you’re a dog,” Bryce said.

Ithan feigned indignation. "I don't know. I can be pretty particular about who I let in my circle."

"No way," Flynn said, picking his head up to look at him from his sprawl on the floor. "You've got the whole ‘faithful companion’ thing down.”

"Always looking for belly rubs and treats, too, just like a good boy,” Declan added in a baby voice.

"Why are we picking on Ithan?" You said, walking into the apartment and putting down your purse and coat.

"We're picking dog or cat personalities for everyone," Ruhn filled you in as you leaned down to kiss him.

"Yeah, and Ithan honestly thinks he's a cat," Flynn said.

Ithan shrugged, accepting his fate. “Nah, I'm a dog. I just didn't want you to assume the obvious choice.”

"Who's next?" You asked.

The room turned towards Ruhn, who looked at you. “What do you think? Which am I?"

“Oh, that’s easy," you said, plopping down next to him. "Ruhn’s a cat.”

Flynn waved his hands in protest. “No way! He’s a dog. He’s always got our backs when we need him.”

"Definitely the most dependable guy I know," Ithan said.

Declan shook his head. “Nah, he’s got that brooding, independent vibe. Y/N's right."

"Loyal, protective, overbearing," Bryce eyed her brother on the last word. "I don't know. I see both."

Hunt chimed in, “He’s a mix, for sure. He’s loyal like a dog but has that mysterious, keeps-to-himself quality of a cat.”

Ruhn smirked at you, "Apparently, you're dating a mystery."

“No, you're a cat," you said, a smile on your lips, before turning to the others. "He hangs out with all of you guys, who are complete dogs, and you've rubbed off on him. But deep down, he’s a cat. 100%.”

Dec raised a hand. "Point of order, we decided I'm a cat. I am not responsible for rubbing off on him."

"No. No, no," you said, pointing a finger at him. "You are not a cat. You're more like a parrot."

Hunt glanced at Bryce. "I didn't know that was an option," he muttered to her.

"A parrot?" Bryce asked you.

"Yeah. He's either perched somewhere with his tech," —you waved a hand at Declan's lap— "or you're squawking gossip."

Flynn and Ithan coughed and covered their mouths as an ohh, burnnn came out, while Bryce and Ruhn nearly fell over laughing. Hunt just barely covered his reaction.

Dec's eyes burned into yours. "And what are you, the cat that ate the canary?"

"Something like that." But your smirk couldn't hide your smile.

Ruhn pressed his lips against your shoulder, still laughing. "That's my girl," he whispered.

"Well, there's no doubt what Y/N is," Hunt said.

You mimicked a cat's claw. "Rowr."

[lady-of-tearshed]

Night

Ruhn Danaan week 2024

@cadiawrites @ruhnweek

Day six: Night

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[Mood board]

Artists:

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Taglist: @mybestfriendmademe

[moonlightazriel]

Day 3: Chapter Three

For: @ruhnweek

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Ruhn week masterlist

Ruhn loves to register his intimate moments with you, with your previous consent of course. The photos ranged from snapping a picture of you in the newest set of lingerie he brought you to your fucked up face, cum spread all over while you sit on your knees with your tongue out coated in white. He kept those photos well hidden from the world, his most intimate treasure. He also loved to record you, either being fucked up from behind, your arched back, his hips snapping against your plump ass as he fucks you hard, to the point you're mumbling incoherent words, dumb from his cock. He loved to hear your moans, your pleas for more, for him to go faster and harder. He kept those videos for whenever he was away from you, stroking his cock to your beautiful body, remembering those moments where he was balls deep inside you, when you looked into his eyes and told him you loved him. Cumming to the thought of you.

[readychilledwine]

Elizabeth's 2024 Birthday Bash Masterlist

(Favorite Melanie Martinez song for funsies)

(Previews coming soon)

In an effort to partake in both Lucien Week and have a birthday Celebration, I will only be posting a few fics for my birthday instead of running a whole week. They are previously previewed then never posted fics I have revamped, and I'm pretty excited about them!

** smut fics

Nov 1

The Art of Submission **

Rowan x reader

Nov 2

Simple Delights **

Ruhn x reader

Nov 3

In Your Arms I Am Safe

Erisx Reader

✨️Nov 4th✨

Champagne Papí

Rhys x Reader - Rhys just can't help but celebrate Your recent accomplishments in the most extreme ways

Happy Birthday, Baby!

Azriel x reader - You being a busy little bee won't stop your husband from celebrating your birthday

[whatcha-reading-today]

House of Flame and Shadow Sarah J. Maas

I'm not sure how I missed this was the conclusion to Bryce and Hunt's story but it didn't feel like a conclusion until they were having sex on a desk in the art gallery. I did like this book in a chilled out, hang out sort of way, and I do like Maas's writing.

But upon reflection, the book can be summarized as people hanging out in tunnels and caves, and then big ole battle time. Hunt is the biggest simp.

Some random thoughts which include spoilers:

1. The Nesta and Azriel section works best for folks who like those characters. I don't particularly care for either of them so it felt tedious until we get to Princess Leia's hologram info-dumping.

2. Hunt's flaccid dick being so big it doesn't fit in underwear is HILARIOUSLY stupid. Boxers allow tons of space, boxer briefs have a big ole pocket for the peen--and elastic. Briefs also have a big ole peen pocket and elastic.

3. I was most invested in Hunt, Ruhn, and uhh the other guy being tortured. Cool! Violence! Yeah bite his hand off! But then everyone seemed totally ok after a week+ of torture. Which? Why? Why not spend time with these characters as they try to navigate their relationships and who they are following HORRENDOUS TORTURE.

4. I have to comment on Lydia unzipping her spy suit so Ruhn could fuck her. First, is she not wearing a bra under that thing? Are her nipples chafing? I would be so sweaty. Kinda ruined the boinking.

5. The amount of people who want to bone down near their friends in the middle of some serious conflict is LUDICRIOUSLY high.

6. I saw another review talk about how all of these books go--we hate the government and now we ARE the government and that is very true.

7. I think a general problem I've had with this series is that it's an urban paranormal romance fantasy. We spend so little time doing stuff IN Crescent City that I have a poor understanding of how this magic city works. We do get time with the Asteri, talk about ley lines, magic tv shows, but I think I was just craving more fantasy in a city. Your mileage will vary on whether you want more romance or more fantasy but I just needed way more fantastical stuff.

Format: Physical copy

Read in: March 2024

[kelliereads]

House of Flame and Shadow by Sarah J. Maas

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my most anticipated read of 2024 and.... OH MAN.... i have so many thoughts

i have been reading reviews and opinions over the past few weeks, and this book seems kinda universally hated. WHICH, HONESTLY, I THINK IS WEIRD? because the second book (HOSAB) was so much less enjoyable for me than this book was. HOSAB was a slooooog, and a huge disappointment after the first book (HOEAB), which is one of my favorite books possibly ever. HOFAS had much better pacing and a much more interesting plot, imo

that being said, this book is not without its flaws!!! I did have some problems with it (bryce getting on my nerves, bryce + hunt plot points falling flat emotionally, the major storyline wrapping itself up too quickly and neatly, characters being immortal/never really seeming to be in real danger which makes the stakes feel lower, etc.)

there were also lots of redeeming qualities though! the plot kept me engaged, the ACOTAR crossover was SO FUN (although I wish it was longer), I really enjoyed ruhn and lidia's storyline, and since i'm emotionally attached to all the CC characters, of course it's emotional and bittersweet to see the main story (mostly) come to an end. since we know there will be a CC4, I'm really curious who and what it will be about

i will never experience anything like the first CC book again, and i have come to terms with this (deep sigh)