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A Marriage of Convenience (R. Danaan) Part 1.

Summary: You and Ruhn are forced to marry each other

Words. 1.9K

Requested: Yes

Warings or A/N: I changed it up just a tad bit.

You had only recently learned of the planned marriage between yourself and Prince Ruhn of Lunathion, a mere two weeks ago. Despite the fact that your fathers had been in talks about this arrangement for the past year, the reality of it was now sinking in as you made the trip to Lunathion to formalize the arrangement. The idea of being trapped in a loveless marriage weighed heavily on your heart, but you understood the implications of disobeying your father's wishes.

As the elegant black car came to a stop in front of the magnificent mansion belonging to the Autumn King, a wave of nerves twisted in your stomach. The realization hit that in a mere month, you would be wed. Staring up at the grand and imposing structure, far surpassing the grandeur of your own home, any sense of excitement failed to ignite within you.

Inhaling deeply, you started to exit the car while Felix held the door open. Your faithful bodyguard, a source of comfort and security, extended his hand to assist you. "You're going to be alright, my sweet girl. I'll be with you every step of this fiasco and beyond," He reassured.

Your father decided not to come with you and instead sent Felix in his place. You didn't mind at all, in fact, you preferred it that way. Felix had been your loyal bodyguard for over five years. Even though he was a few years older than you and certainly good looking, you both had always kept things professional. However, despite this, you had formed a close bond over the years, sharing almost every moment together.

As your hand joined with Felix's, he led you out of the car while maintaining unwavering eye contact. The prominent pink scar on his cheek immediately drew your attention, reminding you of his steadfast loyalty. Two weeks ago, Felix had defied your father's commands in order to protect you, enduring a brutal punishment as a result. Your father had been prepared to fire him, but you stepped in, bargaining to save Felix's position.

You had agreed to work with the Danann family and not cause any trouble, as long as Felix was with you. "I appreciate it," you whispered as he led you towards the imposing entrance of the mansion. The King was waiting, with a person who was definitely not Ruhn, likely his bodyguard, by his side.

The Autumn King tried to approach you, but Felix blocked his path. "With all due respect, do not advance towards the princess without her permission," He said firmly, his tone brooking no disagreement. "Once you and my son are married, this will change," the King commented, eyeing Felix.

Felix stood unwavering under the Autumn King's scrutiny, displaying no hint of hesitation. His head slightly tilted, signaling a message that you quickly grasped. As you moved around him, a silent understanding passed between the two of you.

"Are you implying that Felix should be replaced as my bodyguard, Einar?" You challenged, a touch of defiance seeping into your tone.

"I will not tolerate disobedience," the King began.

You raised your hand to quiet him. "He is not under your authority, nor am I. I am to be Prince Ruhn's wife, and my loyalty lies with him. Felix obeys my commands, not yours. If you have a problem with him, discuss it with me. My people fall under my protection and authority alone, as per our agreement. If you try to dismiss Felix, our agreement will be terminated. Is that understood?”

"I question if your father would give his approval," he started, only to be cut off by you.

"Do you grasp the situation? Keep in mind, you need this marriage more than we do," You stated firmly, your voice carrying more authority.

"I understand," he replied, his jaw clenched.

"Good. Now, where is Prince Ruhn?"

"He's running late," the King confessed.

"Fantastic. A prince who can't even show up on time. How delightful," you grumbled, frustration evident in your tone.

"Perhaps if you enter, Axel can escort you to your rooms for some rest while we wait," the King proposed.

You gave him a skeptical look. "No," you firmly stated.

"No?" he inquired, puzzled.

"I have made arrangements for us to stay elsewhere. I will not tolerate your staff invading our privacy or listening in on our discussions. As your son is not here, we are leaving. I will see him at the party later. Have a nice day, Einar," you announced, pivoting on your foot and heading towards the car.

Felix reached for the door handle as you shot a defiant look back at the King. "Just because I'm a Princess doesn't mean I'll follow blindly. There's a reason other kingdoms have turned down your treaties. Best to remember that." You declared before climbing into the car.

As Felix settled in beside you, he flashed a proud smile. "That's my girl," he remarked.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

As you made your entrance into the ballroom, every gaze was fixed on you in your elegant black sleeveless, spaghetti strap high-split maxi v-neck gown. The dress hugged your curves in all the right places, drawing admiring looks as you glided through the room. Despite your father's desire for you to wear a crown, you chose to not wear the accessory, preferring to blend in with the crowd and feel at ease.

As you strolled through the room, Einar came up to you and offered a friendly greeting. You took a deep breath and responded to the king with a polite, albeit insincere smile. "Your home is quite exquisite,"

Einar reciprocated the smile and asked about your accommodations while you were staying there. "I trust your accommodations met your expectations,”

You nodded subtly in agreement. Einar's attention then turned to Felix, who stood behind you but avoided meeting his gaze. It was evident that Felix was observing the room carefully, studying the faces of everyone there. His Fae ability allowed him to recall memories in vivid detail. "You can feel at ease here. Your bodyguard isn't needed," Einar attempted to reassure you.

Felix's piercing stare moved from the crowd to Einar, his eyes brimming with a silent warning that could have been deemed lethal. A grin tugged at your lips as you noted the brief flash of fear that crossed the Autumn King's features. It was clear that he wasn't used to being challenged in his own home. Offering a comforting touch to Felix's arm, you met the King's gaze head-on.

"As we previously discussed, Felix remains at my side at all times. His responsibilities are not within your worry," you declared firmly.

Einar acknowledged with a nod, trying to ease the atmosphere. "I did not mean to offend-"

Interrupting him, you motioned with your hand for him to be quiet. "Where is Prince Ruhn? Is he here, or is he once late again?”

"He's currently on the balcony with his two friends and roommates," Einar said, pointing in that direction.

"Thank you for letting me know," you replied courteously.

"If you'd like, I can accompany you to find him," Einar suggested.

"No, thanks," you declined.

"I need to take care of some things," Einar said as he got ready to leave.

"Feel free to go, I won't keep you," you replied with a fake smile.

The king nodded and walked off, leaving you and Felix alone. Felix kept his eyes on the king as he left, then turned to you and said, "I have a bad feeling about him.”

"Good. I want it that way," you confirmed.

"Are you certain you don't want me to go with you to see Prince Ruhn?" Felix asked.

"I'll be alright. Remember, he values this treaty more than us. He won't cause me any harm," You reassured him.

"(Name)-" Felix began.

"Felix, I'll be okay. You'll be there right after me," You insisted.

"Yes, your highness," Felix responded, returning to his formal demeanor.

You followed the King's directions and made your way to the window, where three men were deep in conversation on the balcony. "Stand here and you can observe their every move, as well as mine," You advised Felix.

He followed your lead and positioned himself at the window to watch the trio.

As you neared the open doors, the men's voices grew louder. "Can you believe you're tying the knot in a month?" One exclaimed.

"She's probably going to be a spoiled ass princess," Ruhn remarked.

A second man joined in, "I wonder if she's a good fuck."

"Spoiled brats rarely are," Ruhn observed.

"That's been my experience too," Boy three agreed.

"Having her as a wife is going to be a total nightmare. She's going to be so difficult to deal with," Ruhn lamented.

"Can't you do anything to change it?"

"Sadly, no," Ruhn responded with a sense of resignation.

"Sucks to suck," Boy two remarked.

"She's going to be living in our house, you know," Boy one said.

"Yeah, but we can just avoid her. Ruhn won't have that luxury," another person added.

Despite the comments being exchanged by Ruhn and his friends, you couldn't help but chuckle at their banter while rolling your eyes. Their words were familiar, but you remained unaffected. Though you didn't appreciate their antics, you were accustomed to them. As the trio glanced your way, you interjected, "sorry, just feeling a bit overwhelmed," motioning towards the crowded ballroom behind you.

You had opted to maintain your anonymity, leaving Ruhn to uncover your identity on his own. With the wedding arrangements scheduled to start the next day, you anticipated having to face him alone. As Ruhn's gaze traveled over you, you could discern his contemplations, prompting a laugh from you. He wasn't going to touch you ever.

Ruhn asked, "I haven't seen you here before. What's your name?"

"You're getting married soon, so there's no need for introductions," you replied, walking away while they looked at you longingly.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Upon entering the ballroom, you noticed that Ruhn's friends were present but Ruhn was nowhere to be seen. The red-headed friend spotted you and promptly nudged his companion, gesturing in your direction. The other friend turned around, his eyes wide with surprise. "Oh shit," he muttered under his breath.

You couldn't help but smirk as you approached them, causing them to hastily straighten up. "Where's the prince?" you inquired.

"He-He'll be here shortly," The second male stammered.

You rolled your eyes in exasperation. “Is this going to be a regular occurrence? Is he always going to be late? Since you two seem to be his closest friends, what are your names?”

“Tristan Flynn, but everyone just calls me Flynn,” the red-haired one replied.

“Declan Emmett,” the other one added.

“Let’s just get this over with,” you heard Ruhn's voice say impatiently.

You spun around, and Ruhn's eyes widened in recognition when he saw you. "Oh, fuck. Listen, I'm not sure what you heard last night, but-" Ruhn started to explain.

You quickly raised your hand to silence him. "Save it. Say what you will about me. I refuse to defend myself to a Fae male who appears as though a tattoo shop vomited on him while he slept in a dumpster. Let's be clear - neither of us wants this. So, here's the deal. In public, we'll pretend to be a couple, putting on a show for our fathers' sake. But in private, we can ignore each other and fuck who we want. Do we have a deal?”

Ruhn was left speechless, his mouth hanging open in astonishment, but he nodded in agreement.

"Good. And another thing. As I have already clarified to the Autumn King on two occasions, you do not command Felix, my bodyguard. He follows my orders exclusively. His directives are not your concern or your father's, do you understand?"

"Yes," answered Ruhn.

#ruhn danaan fic #house of earth and blood #house of sky and breath #ruhn danaan x you #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn danaan #the crown prince of the valabaran fae #prince ruhn

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The Bond (T. Flynn) 18+

Summary: Bryce introduced you to the frat pack and the bond snapped in place for Flynn but not you.

Words: 2.8k

Requested: Yes

Warnings or A/N: Smut 18+ Slight sexual assault.

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Flynn didn't notice when Bryce and you entered the room, but the moment his eyes landed on you, a strange sensation washed over him. In that moment, he felt an undeniable, overwhelming wave of emotions wash over him. It was as if time stood still as he gazed at you, feeling an inexplicable connection that went beyond words. He knew that you were different. He despised the way you stared at him with disdain while the dryad planted kisses on his neck. With a firm hand, he untangled her fingers from his hair and pushed her away before standing up. "Hello, I'm Tristan, but everyone calls me Flynn.”

Ignoring Flynn, you focused your attention on Declan and Ruhn. It was Ruhn who initiated conversation with her next. "Wait. Are you really working at Griffin's too? Jesbia approved of that?"

Flynn's heart raced as you smiled back at Ruhn. "Well, I am her best friend's daughter, so I guess I get special treatment,"

"Hey, [Name]!" A male deer shifter greeted her. "I didn't expect to see you at this party. You rarely attend parties.”

"Cole! Hey. Yeah, Bryce convinced me to come," you explained, embracing him.

Cole glanced at Bryce and grinned at her. "Thanks for bringing her out. Mind if I steal her for a dance?"

Bryce shook her head. "No, go ahead."

With gratitude, Cole took your hand and led you to the dance floor. He spun you around so your back was against his chest, and together they swayed to the music.

The feeling intensified until it clicked into place. Jealousy surged as the mating bond snapped. "Who's that guy?" Flynn asked, his voice tense.

"Cole? He's the son of her dad's best friend, the guy she grew up with," Bryce replied, peering at Flynn. "Why?”

Flynn remained silent, his gaze fixed on his mate dancing with someone else. Flynn's protective instincts surged as he watched Cole disrespecting you. Anger boiled inside him as he saw Cole pinning you against him, ignoring your discomfort.

Flynn threw his beer aside and quickly made his way towards you, ready to intervene. As he got closer, Flynn wasted no time and forcefully shoved Cole away from you. "Do not fucking touch her," he growled, his voice laced with fury and determination to protect you. Cole staggered back, clearly taken aback by Flynn's sudden and forceful intervention.

Cole swung a punch at Flynn, but Flynn skillfully dodged the attack and landed a powerful blow to Cole's nose. Cole stumbled backwards, clutching his bleeding nose in pain. Flynn quickly followed up with a kick to Cole's stomach, causing him to double over in agony. “If you ever come near her again, I will fucking kill you," he whispered menacingly into Cole's ear.

Cole glanced at you, noticing your shocked expression mirrored his own. He shook his head disapprovingly before he exited through the front door. You turned back to Flynn, bewildered, and demanded, "What the fuck was that all about?”

Flynn wrestled with the decision of revealing that you were his mate, but he knew he would want to be informed if he were in your position. "It's just that instinctive Fae male protectiveness that kicks in when it concerns his mate," he explained.

Your eyes widened in realization. "Are you implying that..."

Flynn nodded affirmatively. "That you are my mate? Yes, and judging by your expression, the bond hasn't snapped in place for you.”

You sighed in frustration. "No, it hasn't, and I don't want it to. You're a fucking player, Flynn. Everyone knows that," You stated as you turned and walked away.

Flynn watched you walking out of his house with a heavy heart. He sighed and berated himself mentally, realizing he might have lost you before he could even call you his.

"Nice going, Flynn," Ruhn remarked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Bryce approached him and gave him a pointed look. "If (Name) is truly your mate, here's a piece of advice. She's not into the whole Alphahole act. While she appreciates a protective male, she values sweetness and kindness even more. Your behavior just now and reputation have just killed any chance of the mating bond snapping with her," Bryce advised before following after you.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

As you were updating the system with the new items, Bryce emerged from the private collection below. You were aware that she wanted to discuss Flynn with you, but you were not ready to have that conversation. Just then, the buzzer from the front door rang, and when you checked the camera feed, Flynn's familiar figure greeted you. With a sigh, you made your way to the door and opened it, greeting him with a curt "What?”

Flynn took his hands from behind his back and presented a bouquet of flowers. “I wanted to apologize for how I acted at the party. My protective instincts took over and I reacted without thinking.”

You folded your arms. “You think I’m mad that you kicked Cole’s ass?”

Flynn hesitated. “Bryce mentioned that you didn't like ‘Alphahole’ behavior.”

You shook your head, expressing your distaste for that word. "I despise that word. Bryce and I obviously have differing opinions on what constitutes 'Alphahole' behavior. I can't blame you for your actions. It's pretty well known that Fae males are extremely protective of their mates. Even if it wasn't a matter of mate protection, you still prevented him from assaulting me further.” You let out a breath. "The bond isn't there for me yet because I'm aware of how you treat women. I know you're a player and I don't want to be with someone who uses women the way you do," you explained, walking back inside. "And these aren't the right flowers either.”

You approached the desk and met Bryce's gaze as he looked at you. "What was his reason for coming over?"

"He wanted to give me flowers and apologize for his behavior," you responded, turning back to the computer to continue typing.

"Did the bond snap?" Bryce asked.

"No, and it likely never will," you replied without shifting your focus from the screen.

"I've known Flynn since I was a child. He's not one to give up easily," Bryce informed you.

You chose not to respond and remained focused on your tasks.

On Tuesday, as you approached the door, he was holding Orchids. "Not the ones,"

But on Wednesday, it was Lilies instead. "Wrong again,"

Thursday brought Carnations. "Still not it,"

Flynn sighed in frustration. "Give me a clue,"

You laughed and replied, "Where's the fun in that?" before closing the door behind you.

On Friday, he showed up with a bouquet of Gardenias. You took it and inhaled the scent. "Did I finally get it right?" Flynn asked eagerly.

You shook your head and said, "Nope."

"Damn, I'll keep trying until I get it," Flynn said, turning to leave.

You grabbed his wrist and chuckled. "Just kidding. You nailed it this time."

Flynn's eyes sparkled. "Really?”

As you smelled the bouquet again, you nodded and asked, "Did Bryce tell you?"

Flynn shook his head. "No, I asked the florist and described you. She said you seemed like a Gardenia type person, so I took a chance."

"Well, she was right," you admitted with a smile.

Flynn’s heart soared when you smiled at him. He really wanted to make you his but he knew he couldn't rush it.

You brushed a hair strand out of your face before speaking. "Let me see your phone," Flynn retrieved his phone from his back pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to you. You quickly added your number to his contacts before returning it to him. "There's my number. But just so we're clear, this doesn't mean anything,”

Flynn smiled as he looked at the contact information before sending you a text so you would have his number. "There's mine," he said.

"Cool. See ya later, Tristan," you replied.

Flynn hadn't been called Tristan in forever and he honestly hated his name, but the way it sounded coming from your lips just made him fall in love with his name all over again.

He couldn't help but feel a warm flush spread through his chest as he heard you say it with such sweetness. It was as if you brought new life to his name. In that moment, he knew that he didn't just want to hear you say his name again. He wanted to hear you say it for the rest of his life, as his partner, his love, his everything.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Really, Tristan?" You questioned as he approached your table at the bar, interrupting your girls' night out.

"Definitely no guys allowed," Bryce chimed in.

It had been a while since Flynn had revealed that you were his mate. Despite his efforts to win you over and assure you of his intentions, you were still skeptical. However, you couldn't deny that you were spending more time with him lately.

You couldn't deny the appeal of Flynn to all the girls. He was attractive, kind, and attentive, but his reputation as a player lingered in your mind.

"Yeah, I know, but with my mate here surrounded by horny males who don't know the word no, I'm here to make she is safe. Don't worry, I'll be elsewhere in the club so you can still enjoy your girls' night out," he assured you, giving a wink before walking away.

"He is making an effort and that's sweet," Bryce remarked.

"Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that he has a reputation as a player," you replied.

"He hasn't shown interest in any other woman since the mating bond snapped," Bryce insisted.

"Well, that's only because I'm his mate. It's not genuine loyalty, just hit the mating bond," you responded, taking a sip of your drink.

"In all my time knowing Flynn, I've never witnessed him putting in this much effort for anyone else. That's all I'm trying to say,”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You sank down onto the couch next to Flynn, who had been coming over every day after both of your shifts ended. Surprisingly, you didn't mind his visits at all. He never pressured you to engage in conversation or do anything; he simply wanted to be there with you. You had been learning more and more about him during his visits. For example, you found out that he had a younger sister named Sathia, who he was ten years older than. He was set to inherit his father's title when the time came, but he despised the hierarchy and formality that came with it. He behaves the way he does to demonstrate to his father that he does not want it.

Today, you both had just arrived at your apartment. "What do you want to watch?" you inquired.

"Your call. I'm good with anything," he replied.

"Alright. Let's go with my go-to comfort movie," you decided, going to the streaming service and selecting your comfort movie to start playing.

Flynn reached for his phone and began typing something. You snatched his phone out of his hand to see what he was up to. As you scrolled through the screen, you discovered a document titled "(Name) Likes and Dislikes", containing everything you had mentioned to him since you started spending time together. From your favorite drinks and restaurants to your go-to snacks and preferred movies and shows, Flynn had written all of it down, including your dislikes.

You glanced up from his phone and saw Flynn with his hands clasped behind his head. "I didn't want to forget anything you said, so I made notes. Feel free to look at my phone anytime. You'll see that I'm not chatting with any girls. I've actually blocked all the females from my contacts,"

You scoffed. "Not out of sincerity, but due to the band.”

Flynn sat up on the couch and gazed at you. “Maybe at first, but now? I truly want you in my life. The mating bond aside, my feelings would still be the same. These past few weeks with you have confirmed that. You are the one I see in my future,”

You remained speechless as Flynn sat up on the couch and kissed you. Actually kissed you.

His lips were soft against yours, warm and inviting, and for a moment, you found yourself kissing him back.

His hands gently held your face as the kiss deepened, sparks igniting between you. It felt like time had stopped as you melted into each other, the world around you fading away.

But as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving you both breathless and wanting more. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," he whispered, a smile playing on his lips.

You gazed into his eyes, and the sincerity of his desire for you was unmistakable. You can pretend for many things, but the intensity in his gaze was undeniable. As you locked eyes with him, a strange sensation began to well up within you, gradually transforming into an overwhelming pull. It struck you like a bolt of lightning, flooding you with a sense of protection and an immediate, deep affection for him.

You leaned in for another kiss and his lips met yours once again. He gripped your hips tightly, drawing you onto his lap and holding you close. Flynn licked your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to enter, but you teasingly refused. He bit your lip, eliciting a soft moan from you as he slid his tongue into your mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, sweet and enticing, a flavor that left you craving more.

You withdrew from him, causing a look of confusion to cross his face. "I accept," you declared firmly.

Flynn's expression shifted from confusion to understanding. "You already knew I had accepted," he said with a knowing smile.

His lips moved from your lips to your neck, trailing kisses as his tongue glided down your skin. A soft bite below your jawline made you gasp and instinctively buck against him. Your movements grew more urgent as you grinded against him, eliciting a deep groan as he savored the sensation.

You increased the pace of your movements and grinded against him for a while before Flynn grabbed your waist and roughly laid you on your back. With a quick motion, he pulled down your pants and underwear. Keeping your legs apart, he traced his finger over your wetness, causing you to close your eyes in pleasure. "You're already so soaked for me, my princess," He whispered.

"After feeling your cock against my pussy," You admitted.

He grinned before moving his head between your legs. Without wasting a moment, he explored with his tongue, lips, and teeth, driving you to a moaning frenzy. His techniques left you reeling in pleasure. As he inserted a finger into your slick folds, his tongue worked magic on your clit. With each precise thrust, he skillfully hit all the right spots, causing your arousal to intensify. With one last bit to your clit, you released all over his face.

You attempted to flip both of you over and be on top, but Flynn quickly pinned your hands above your head with one hand. "As much as I crave your pretty little lips around my cock," he whispered, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, "I need to be inside your pussy."

"Good, because I need you inside me too," you responded.

Flynn released your hands and stood up, removing his pants as you discarded your shirt and bra.

You swallowed nervously and smiled at the sight of his size as he stroked himself a few times before entering you slowly. "Gods," you both gasped as you felt him fill you up.

He started moving slowly, allowing you to adjust to his girth, but there was no pain. In fact, he was just perfect. "Fuck me like you mean jt, Tristan," you pleaded, wanting him to give it his all.

His smirk grew as he pulled out completely before thrusting back in with force. "Oh, god!" You moaned.

The sensation was overwhelming as he continued to thrust into you, his gaze filled with lust and desire. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to arch your back and dig your nails into his skin.

His movements were powerful, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the tension building in your core, aching for release. With one final, deep thrust, you both reached your climax, crying out in ecstasy as the intensity of the moment washed over you.

Flynn leaned in, his forehead touching yours. "I am completely yours in every way," he murmured, his words filled with sincerity and devotion.

his voice low and filled with a deep passion.

You whispered back, "And I am yours, completely and utterly."

#tristan flynn x reader #tristan flynn x you #tristan flynn #house of earth and blood #house of sky and breath #smut #house of flame and shadow #sarah j maas #sjm #tristan flynn fic

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ally-writes-many-things · 26 days

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Oooo maybe Bryce makes a new friend at work and brings her around for a party and Tristan or Ruhn fall in love and the mate bond snaps for them when they see another guy flirting with her and get very jealous/ possessive of their mate but she’s nervous because they have a playboy reputation so they try to win her over by showing up at work with lunch or flowers , crashing girls night at the bar, asking her on dates maybe some fluffy smut

I'll make this one about Flynn since the other one is for sure Ruhn's.

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Maybe the reader is a fae princess from somewhere and is betrothed to Ruhn and he meets her thinking she is going to be a spoiled brat and he is telling Tristan and Dec he knows she will be the worst and she overhears him but he doesn’t know it’s her and when he meets her the mate bond snaps and he is obsessing over her but she is pushing him away because she heard him say she is a brat and they end up getting together at the end.

This may or may not be a multi chapter story.....full of angst. I'm not sure. I started writing it and I have a few ideas swirling around in my mind..

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ally-writes-many-things · 27 days

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Can you pleaseeee write more for Tristan or Ruhm

If you have any ideas throw them at me. Lol. Would love too

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ally-writes-many-things · 28 days

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Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box

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Firestarter (Tristan Flynn) 18+

Summary: You had a crush on Flynn for all of your life but being Dec's little sister, Flynn never looked at her like that.

Words: 6.4K

Warnings or A/N: thinking about doing a part 2. Towards the end of the story, there is a very descriptive smut. MDNI with this story.

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Tristan Flynn had this charm to him that could draw females towards him with just a single glance, while his intimidating glare could send enemies fleeing in fear. It was this captivating thing that had initially sparked your crush on him.

Currently, he was seated in an armchair, with a dryad nestled on his lap. You couldn't help but let out a sigh, tearing your eyes away and taking a sip from your cup. "Are you interested, Emmett?"

"Interested in what?" You asked in confusion.

"We're all heading to the White Raven. Are you in?" came the question.

"You two have the biggest mouths in town," you heard Bryce remark, causing you to turn your head and see Bryce standing next to Declan, Flynn, and her cousin.

Flynn winked mischievously at her. "I thought you enjoyed my mouth."

"Keep dreaming, lordling," Bryce responded with a smirk.

You glanced at Bryce, taking in her captivating beauty. She exuded confidence with her voluptuous figure, flawless complexion, and mesmerizing eyes. Her vibrant red hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves. She was undoubtedly Flynn's type, unlike yourself. While you knew you were hot, you couldn't compare to Bryce Quinlin's allure. As she turned around and spotted you, a warm smile adorned her face. "Hey, (Name)."

Returning her greeting, you offered a sweet smile in return. "Hey, Bryce."

Although jealousy occasionally flickered towards Bryce and the attention Flynn showed her, you didn't hold it against her. After all, she couldn't control how others perceived her. Glancing briefly at Flynn, who was currently engaged in a steamy makeout session with the dryad, you refocused your attention on your group of friends. Placing your cup down, you nodded. "Let's do it."

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Upon waking up, a pulsating headache throbbed in your head, accompanied by a knocking at your front door. As you opened your bedroom door, you saw your friends sprawled on the floor, fast asleep alongside some unfamiliar guys. Before you could even make your way towards the door, it swung open, revealing Dec standing there. He glanced at the males scattered across your living room floor before directing a pointed look towards you. In response, you rolled your eyes and approached him, firmly placing your hand on his shoulder and guiding him out of your house. "What have I told you about coming into my house uninvited?"

"If you had answered your door the first fifty times or even responded to my calls, I wouldn't have to," he retorted.

"Why are you going through all this trouble?" you inquired.

"Because I turned my attention away from you for a moment and you vanished. I just assumed you had left, but then neither you nor your friends could be reached," he explained.

Your heart began to race. Has something happened to Flynn or Ruhn? "What's happened? Are Flynn and Ruhn alright?"

"Yeah, they're fine," he reassured.

"Why are you here at seven in the morning?" you pressed.

"Just checking on you, since nobody could find you at the party and you were ignoring your phone. Now I know why you were busy sleeping with those guys, who knows what they wanted," he remarked sharply.

Perplexed, you blinked at your brother, wondering why he was speaking to you in such a manner. His best friends frequently slept with random women, after all. "Hold on, are you seriously lecturing me for sleeping with random guys when your roommates do the exact same thing with women? Do you honestly believe I'm foolish enough to bring males home? They brought them here. I didn't even know until I woke up. Declan, you of all people should know I would never do that. I'm not that type of woman," You said, releasing a frustrated sigh.

Declan pulled you into a hug, and you reciprocated. "I just tend to get overprotective. I'm your older brother. It's my duty to look out for you," he admitted.

"D, you made sure I could fend for myself when you're not around. You, Ruhn, and Flynn all did," you asserted, stepping away from the embrace. "I'm not that little girl anymore. Your job is complete."

Declan offered a sad smile. "My responsibility to protect you doesn't end simply because you've grown up. I will always be there for you."

"Yeah, yeah. Now, get to the Aux before they fire your ass," you teased.

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As you stepped into the dimly lit atmosphere of the White Raven, you couldn't help but notice the various scenes unfolding around you. Some people were indulging in drugs in the corners, while others were drowning themselves in alcohol or dancing on the dance floor. Over to the right, in the VIP section, you spotted Ruhn, Declan, Flynn and the dryad from the other night. You rolled your eyes, already sensing that your night was about to become less enjoyable, but you were determined not to let them ruin your fun. You led your friends to your usual table and ordered a round of drinks.

Just as the waiter returned with your beverages, Flynn's dryad friend started making her way towards your table. You let out a sigh, knowing how this was going to play out. "Here we go," you muttered.

"She's going to try to act like she's Flynn's girlfriend," one of your friends predicted.

"They always do," another chimed in.

“If you need anything else, let the bartender know. My name is Myles,” The waiter winked at you three before sauntering away, and just as he did, the dryad approached your table.

She opened her mouth to speak, but your friend interrupted her. "Before you say anything to (Name), just know that you're not special. Flynn will keep you around for, what, two or maybe three weeks before he gets bored and tosses you aside," Your friend sneered.

The dryad's eyes narrowed at your friend before shifting her gaze to you. "Everyone knows that you have a crush on Flynn, but he's not interested in you at all. He's only friends with you because you're his best friend's little sister," she retorted.

You chuckled and turned to face her. "Have you ever noticed the hair tie on his right wrist?"

The dryad nodded. "Yes, what about it?"

"It's mine. I gave it to him a few years ago to hold for me and forgot about it. When I asked for it back, he refused, saying that it's like a piece of me is always with him. So, if you think I don't matter to him, I dare you to go ask him to take it off," You explained calmly as you took a sip of your drink.

The dryad's eyes narrowed further before silently walking back towards the VIP section. "You know Flynn won't be happy about this, right?" she warned.

"I couldn't care less. If he doesn't want me telling off his bitches, he should keep them from running their mouths to me," you replied, undeterred.

You finished your drink and sat it down on the table. With a carefree spirit, you sauntered onto the dance floor, ready to let loose and allow the music to wash over you. As the rhythm embraced you, your body effortlessly swayed and grooved, purely in sync with the music in the club. Your moves became more intricate and mesmerizing with each passing beat.

The bass thumped through your body, elevating your mood and intensifying your connection with the music. With each step, you felt a surge of electricity running through your veins, pulsating with the rhythm. The crowd around you seemed to fade away, and it was just you and the music, in a euphoric trance.

The colorful lights danced across your skin, accentuating your fluid movements and creating an aura of mystique. Everything else became a blur as you surrendered yourself to the music, allowing it to guide you, to release any inhibitions or worries that burdened you.

As you felt a touch on your hips, you turned around to discover that it was Myles, the waiter. Myles was hot and you wanted to feel every inch of him, causing you to realize that you were now ready to move on from Flynn. The constant presence of Flynn's bitches approaching you with intentions to intimidate, driven by their jealousy, had grown tiresome. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you found solace in placing your back against his chest while the rhythm of the club music guided your movements.

Feeling his warmth and steady heartbeat against your back, you let yourself relax and melt into him. His strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you closer. The pulsating beats of the music resonated through your bodies, synchronizing your movements and creating an intoxicating dance between the two of you.

As you closed your eyes, you willingly submitted to the music, allowing it to gently guide your bodies closer in an intimate embrace. Softly, his warm breath whispered against your ear, presenting a question, "Would you like to continue this elsewhere?"

In response, you subtly released your arms from around his neck and nodded in agreement. "Absolutely," You responded with certainty.

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"And today she simply yelled at me," The dryad recounted.

He nodded his head passively as he endured the dryad's ceaseless prattle. The subject matter held no interest for him whatsoever. Together, they made their way to the White Raven to meet with Ruhn and Declan, intending to drown their collective stress with copious amounts of alcohol. Although it had been several days since he had last spoken to you, an underlying annoyance nagged at Flynn. Yet, he forced himself to suppress those rising thoughts as he approached Ruhn and Declan. "Yo, Flynn. We've got a couple glasses of your regular order," Ruhn announced.

"Sweet," Flynn replied, accepting one of the glasses and swiftly consuming its contents.

The trio struggled to engage in any meaningful conversation, thanks to the incessant ramblings of the dryad. Just as Flynn was contemplating ordering another drink, Ruhn's gaze fixated upon someone, causing a mischievous grin to form on his face. "She's going to cause trouble for us tonight," Ruhn remarked.

Curiosity piqued, both Declan and Flynn directed their gaze towards the same individual. True to Ruhn's prediction, she was definitely going to cause trouble for them tonight. Clad in a short form-fitting black dress with a captivating hollow halter neckline that accentuated her every curve, her hair flowed elegantly down her back. Flynn couldn't help but be captivated by her hair, as he often was. He loved your hair.

She exchanged a pleasant smile with one of the males as he walked by, instantly capturing Flynn's attention. He became tense when he noticed that almost all the males in the club were fixated on her. His gaze followed her as she led her group of friends to their regular table and placed an order with the waiter. Flynn noticed the dryad casting a disapproving glare at him, but he paid no mind. All that mattered to him was keeping her within his sight, especially when she was dressed like that. He only realized that the dryad had left when she reached your table.

One of your friends said something to her, prompting the dryad to turn and address you. However, all you did was laugh and say something back before heading onto the dance floor. The dryad returned to Flynn and scrutinized his wrist. "If we're going to be together, I want you to remove that hair tie."

Ruhn and Declan winced upon hearing her demand, fully understanding the significance of that hair tie to Flynn. Declan glanced at the dryad. "I wouldn't do that."

"I refuse to date someone who keeps another woman's hair tie on his wrist. Take it off," the dryad insisted.

Flynn's hand instinctively touched the hair tie before he lifted his arm to show it to her. "You mean this hair tie?"

Flynn forced a laugh before locking eyes with the dryad. "Do you have any idea how annoying you are? Sure, you may be good in bed, but that doesn't make up for how unbearable you truly are. We are not dating, and we never will be. This hair tie will remain on my wrist, unless it breaks. Now, get the fuck out of the VIP section and lose my contact information."

The dryad attempted to voice her objection, but Ruhn swiftly indicated to the security guard to remove her. Flynn paid no further heed to the dryad, directing his gaze towards the dance floor until he spotted you. His heart sank as he witnessed you and the waiter moving your bodies to the music. His hands were against her waist, guiding you effortlessly across the crowded dance floor. There was something festering inside him but he didn't know what the feeling was.

With each beat of the music, his grip on his glass grew tighter, his knuckles turning white. His once easy going demeanor morphed into something unrecognizable - a mixture of turmoil, anger, and an unfamiliar emotion. He couldn't stand the sight any longer, couldn't bear to see you leaving the White Raven with another male.

He got out of his seat to push the waiter away from you but he was halted by Declan. "Don't," he urged.

Confused, Flynn exclaimed, "What do you mean, don't? She's leaving with him,”

Declan calmly took a sip of his drink and sighed. "She is a grown woman, whom we have all trained. She is fully capable of handling herself, and she knows that we are just a phone call away if she needs us."

Flynn glanced towards the exit of the white Raven, observing the two of you departing.

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To: Fireststarter

Hey.

To: Firestar.

I saw you leave the club with that guy. Just checking in. You good?

To: Firestar

Hello?

To: Firestar

(Name)

To: Fireststarter

Oh, so you can text Ruhn and Declan back but not me?

Flynn gazed at the multitude of messages he had sent you that remained unacknowledged or unseen. He had reached out to you this morning to check on your well-being, but upon receiving no response, a sense of worry had washed over him. Ruhn and Declan assured him that you were fine, but Flynn couldn't bring himself to fully accept their reassurances. After all, it was unlike you to disregard his messages. So, he found himself standing on your doorstep, inhaling deeply before rapping on the door with trepidation. "Coming," your voice echoed from within.

A surge of relief coursed through Flynn upon hearing your voice; you were safe. However, as you opened the door, his heart sank. Dressed in a male's shirt adorned with visible hickeys on your neck, you greeted him with a casual "Oh hey Flynn."

"Hey. I was just checking up on you. You never responded to any of my texts," he uttered, concern evident in his tone.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I had intended to, but got caught up with something," you explained.

"Yeah, that 'something' would be me," a male voice chimed in from behind the door.

You glanced back with amusement before redirecting your attention to Flynn. "Are we finished here? You can see that I'm alive."

Flynn nodded solemnly, and you promptly closed the door in his face.

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It has been several weeks, and Flynn has not heard from you much, maybe only two or three times. Surprisingly, Ruhn and even your own brother haven't heard from you much either. It was painful for Flynn, feeling like you were pushing him away, and he was unsure of how to handle the situation.

"Have you seen (Name)? She actually seems genuinely happy for once," Flynn overheard Ruhn and Declan talking in the kitchen.

Ruhn remarked. "I think it's all thanks to Myles," he added.

Flynn quietly approached the kitchen and noticed Declan and Ruhn standing next to the island with an opened box of pizza. "Nah," Declan replied, taking a slice. "While Myles may have played a role in her happiness, ultimately, it's her own doing. She's smart enough not to rely solely on one guy for her happiness."

At that moment, Flynn entered the kitchen and went to the fridge to grab a beer. He couldn't help but ask, "So, she's still with Myles?"

"As far as I know," Declan replied, taking a bite of his pizza.

Flynn's grip on the beer bottle tightened. "I don't understand what she sees in him. He's an arrogant asshole," he expressed his frustration.

Both Ruhn and Declan rolled their eyes. Flynn had been complaining about Myles ever since you walked out of the White Raven with him for the first time. "Come on, guys. No, he's not good for her. He's cutting her off from everyone," Flynn argued.

While Declan remained silent, Ruhn decided to speak up. "Actually, Declan and I hear from her almost every day, if not every night. Her friends also hear from her multiple times a day. He's not cutting her off from anyone," Ruhn clarified.

Flynn's heart skipped a beat upon hearing that news. "What?" he exclaimed in disbelief.

"The only person who seems to be cut off is you," Ruhn said softly.

Flynn's breathing became heavy as he processed the information. It felt as though his world was closing in on him. Could it be true that he was the only one you had distanced yourself from? What had he done wrong? "Why would she do that? I haven't done anything wrong," he questioned, feeling a mix of confusion and hurt.

Declan, who had remained silent on the matter, slammed his hands on the table. "You are right. You hasn't done anything wrong. Ever since she was young, she has had fucking feelings for you. But now that she has grown tired of waiting for your attention and moved on, you suddenly want to act jealous and talk shit about the person that is allowing her to do that? Stop treating her as if she is some kind of lost puppy. Leave my sister the fuck alone, Tristan," Declan stated with a venomous tone before storming out of the kitchen.

The only instances when people referred to him by his full name were when he made mistakes or if they were extremely angry with him. Flynn observed his best friend climbing the staircase to his room before turning his attention back to Ruhn. "I am not jealous. She has been with other people before," he explained as he took a seat on the bar stool.

Leaning against the counter, Ruhn crossed his arms over his chest. "This is different, and deep down, you know it," he asserted.

Flynn sighed and covered his face with his hands. "Yes, I do know that, but I can't quite pinpoint what it is. I have never had such anissue with her seeing other guys like this before."

"That's because you were use to her constant attention. Now that she no longer gives it to you, you realize that you never gave her a chance. You never gave that extraordinary, one-of-a-kind girl a real chance. The girl who would do anything for you, and now you can't," Ruhn replied.

Flynn uncovers his face and remarks, "You sound like you were in love with her."

"Maybe I once was, but it wasn't me that she wanted," Ruhn uttered, uncrossing his arms and leaving the room.

Flynn quietly eased himself off the barstool, swiftly draped his jacket over his shoulders, and exited his house. He needed some time alone to ponder over the emotions swirling inside him before discussing them with you. Was he experiencing these sentiments simply due to his familiarity with receiving your attention, or was he truly developing genuine feelings towards you?

As Flynn stepped outside, the cool afternoon air provided some clarity amidst the confusion in his mind. He strolled down the streets, his thoughts consumed by the question of his emotions towards you. The weight of his jacket, a familiar comfort, mirrored the weight of his contemplations.

Flynn had always appreciated your attention and cherished the moments you spent together. Whether it was engaging conversations or shared experiences, your presence in his life had become significant. Yet, as he delved deeper into his thoughts, he contemplated whether these sentiments were merely a result of familiarity or if they held true depth.

He recalled instances when your interactions transcended friendship, filling him with a sense of warmth and happiness. Moments where laughter came effortlessly, and conversations flowed effortlessly. But Flynn wondered if these were fleeting sparks that could scatter in the wind, leaving nothing but ashes behind.

As he continued his solitary walk, Flynn sifted through memories of shared experiences, both joyful and challenging. The genuine care and support you had shown him when he needed it most left a lasting impression. Your unwavering presence had forged a bond that he couldn't easily dismiss.

"Come on, Myles," a familiar voice beckoned.

Flynn's attention was immediately drawn to the voice and he spotted Myles with a different girl, seated at a restaurant's patio. Upon closer inspection, Flynn recognized her as one of your closest friends. A surge of anger coursed through his veins as he witnessed your best friend lean in and kiss Myles. When your friend noticed him, her eyes widened in shock and she muttered, "Oh, fuck."

"What's wrong?" Myles inquired, turning to face the source of the disturbance. Realizing Flynn's presence, he hurriedly stood up and retreated. "This isn't what you think," he pleaded.

Flynn's hand tightened into a clenched fist by his side as he confidently advanced a few steps. "Oh really? It looks like that you are cheating on (Name) with her best friend," he stated.

Myles stumbled backwards, guilt plastered across his face, intermingled with threads of shame. "Flynn, I can explain. It's not what you think," he stammered, his voice filled with panic.

Flynn clenched his fists. His gaze shifted towards your best friend, her expression a mixture of guilt and sorrow. Anguish jolted through his body, shoving away any lingering doubts or denial.

Flynn lunged forward, his fist colliding with Myles' cheekbone. The sickening crack echoed through the streets.

Myles recoiled, his hand instinctively reaching for his throbbing cheek. Anger and desperation twisted his features as he lunged forward himself, his fist aiming for Flynn's jaw. The punch landed, the sharp pain reverberating through Flynn's skull, but it only fueled his determination to wipe the grin off Myles' face.

Ignoring the dull pain that spread from his face, Flynn unleashed a torrent of punches, each fueled by a cocktail of raw emotion. Blow after blow, he vented his anger, that turned to pure wrath. Eventually, with each strike, Myles began to show the invisible cracks, his movements faltering, his strength waning.

And then, like a final act of defiance against the inevitable, Flynn summoned every ounce of courage he possessed. A powerful right hook, fueled by his pain and the agonizing realization of Myles' betrayal, landed squarely on his jaw. Myles crumbled onto the pavement, defeated and broken.

Flynn's gaze was squarely fixated on Myles, who was scattered on the pavement before shifting his attention towards the gathered crowd. He was well-aware that this incident would be broadcasted on the news later, but his indifference remained unshaken. Swiftly, he brushed away the trickling blood from his lip and turned his focus to your best friend. "You are nothing but a fucking whore that gets her ass beatwhen she finds out. I genuinely hope that once your employers become aware of what you did to their daughter, they ruin your pathetic ass life," he uttered, emphasizing his words with a formal tone. “She didnt deserve this. You don't deserve her,”

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When he got home, he disregarded the barrage of questions hurled at him by Ruhn. Explaining himself to him held no importance to him, only one he will explain himself to was you. Entering his bathroom in his room, he flicked on the light, fixing his gaze upon his reflection in the mirror. Various bruises marred his facial features, accompanied by a few cuts on his lip. The cut on his lip would likely heal within a few hours, while the bruises on his face would likely subside by tomorrow evening.

"Gods, Trist," You uttered, his eyes meeting yours through the mirror before he turned towards you directly. Clad in a simple CCU crop top and leggings, he greeted you with a slight smirk. "You should see the other guy," he sheepishly smiled.

Approaching him, you chuckled. "I already did. I was sent the video. Please, sit on your bed," You instructed, bending down to retrieve a cloth from the bottom drawer.

"Firestar-" he began to say.

Firestar.

He gave the nickname "Firestar" after witnessing your Drop and the manifestation of your fire manipulation abilities. Recognizing your initial disappointment upon discovering that you shared this power with Dec, he assured that you were the star among fire users, nicknaming you as Firestar.

“Sit down," you commanded assertively.

He nodded, retreating to his bed, while you soaked a cloth in water. Witnessing you wringing out the excess water from the rag over the sink, he was momentarily captivated. Turning off the bathroom light, you approached him, assuming a position on your knees before him. This image provoked him to almost go feral, a sensation he had never experienced in your presence. Shaking off these unfamiliar emotions, he allowed you to tend to his hand, cleaning the remnants of Myles' blood. After discarding the used cloth in his bathroom, you retrieved another, standing up in the process. Straddling him unexpectedly, you caused his breath to hitch in his throat. He placed his hands on your bare skin. It was while you attended to cleaning the blood from his face that he couldn't help but notice, with heightened appreciation, the sheer beauty that radiated from you. Though he had always recognized this allure, there was something indefinable that set you apart in this moment, something that made his heart skip a beat. Perhaps it was the way your focused gaze softened as you meticulously attended to his wounds, or the way your hands moved with grace and gentleness as you wiped away the blood.

In that moment, everything faded into the background, and he realized that he had been taking you for granted all this time. The simple act of tending to his wounds made him recognize the depth and complexity of emotions he felt towards you. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the full extent of his admiration and love for you.

"Why did you do it?" you gently inquired, placing your hands upon his chest.

"It is one thing to cheat, but an entirely different matter to cheat on you. You did not deserve that. I would repeat my actions countless times, even if it meant incurring you being mad or if it caused you to hate me," he confessed, his grip on your hips tightening.

Though he despised the notion of you hating him, he spoke with unwavering sincerity. He would obliterate anyone who dared to harm you.

"Why him, though? I have been in relationships with others in the past and have experienced cheating before, yet you never did that before," Flynn exhaled heavily. "This is different. I was not bothered by your past relationships because you didn't ghost me. However, it killed me to see you with Myles, knowing you cut me off."

"I didn't want to. He made me," you explained, guilt filling your voice.

"I fucking knew it. I knew you would not cut me off like that. It wasn't like you," Flynn remarked.

"Why does it matter whether I cut you off or not? I assumed you would either forget about me or not even notice," you responded.

This behavior was unlike you. Typically, you exuded confidence and never doubted yourself, even with him. Your fiery personality and self-assurance were always present. "Are you joking?" Flynn questioned.

As you glanced down at your legs that were separated by Flynn's legs, Flynn took a deep breath before gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze. "You are unforgettable, firestar. Do you really believe I could forget about you, especially when I keep this hair tie on my wrist? You know me better than that."

"I am unforgettable compared to the girls that jump at you," you added.

Flynn was incredulous at the words that reached his ears. With a disapproving shake of his head. “Shut up,”

Your widened eyes revealed hurt as Flynn gently brushed his hand across your cheek and into your hair, drawing you closer to him. He drew you nearer to him, gently pressed his lips against yours.

As your lips met, time stood still, and everything else faded away. It felt like a dream, but the electricity coursing through his body assured him that it was very much real. Your fingers seamlessly intertwined with his silky hair and tugged on it. In return, he licked your lips with his tongue, seeking dominance over this kiss. Meeting his request without hesitation, your mouth welcomed his entry with an eager embrace. A delightful shiver down his spine as his tongue slid over mine, evoking a pleasurable moan that escaped your lips, savoring his taste that enveloped your senses.

His touch was electric, sending tingles down your spine as you deepened the kiss, lost in the moment with him. Every movement, every breath, was synchronized as you both moved your lips together.

His hands roamed your body, igniting a fire within you that only he could quench. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, yet you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. His presence consumed you, drawing you deeper into the depths of desire and lust.

As you reached out to unbutton his shirt, Flynn suddenly pulled away from you and grasped your hands to halt your movements. "I'm sorry, I misinterpreted the situation," You expressed, retracting your hands and preparing to move away. However, Flynn firmly held onto your thighs, anchoring you in place.

“I am well aware that you can feel just how fucking bad I want you as my dick is between your legs but I want to make you know that I just don't want to fuck you. I want all of it. I am willing to take this slow," Flynn explained.

Although he wanted so badly to throw you on this bed and have you scream his name, he wanted you to know that it wasn't just for sex.

After a tender kiss, you reassured Flynn of your understanding. "Let's talk about this after we've fucked," You stated as you proceeded to remove Flynn's shirt.

You position yourself on your knees before him. As you ran your hand over his jeans, Flynn responded by rolling his eyes. Taking your time to savor the moment, you began to unbuckle his pants, prompting him to lift his hips to allow you to remove them. Placing your lips upon him through his boxers, you kissed him before exploring further with your tongue, never breaking eye contact.

Flynn found himself unable to tear his gaze away from you, his breath becoming increasingly unsteady as you continued to kiss and lick him through his boxers. Though the temptation to remove the barrier between you two and take him into your mouth was strong, he restrained himself, captivated by the raw desire in your eyes. With his boxers now removed, you revealed him fully, eliciting a skipped beat from Flynn's heart as you smiled at his size. Firmly grasping him, you elicited a gasp as he responded eagerly to your touch. As you licked and explored every inch of him. “Gods,” Flynn uttered.

Despite Flynn's desire to be more assertive, he allowed you to lead this, not wanting to overshadow the experience for you. While he longed to hear your reaction to him making you gag, he restrained himself, saving that intensity for another time.

The sound of your pleasure as you pushed him to the back of your throat was enough to make him go feral. He couldn't resist grabbing a handful of your hair and increasing the intensity, reveling in the beautiful sounds you made.

As he fucked your mouth, he found pleasure in observing his dick disappearing into your mouth, eagerly anticipating the moment when it would be buried deep inside your pussy. With a guttural groan, he reached his peak and released into your mouth, which you continued sucking until he spilled completely down your throat.

Flynn firmly grasped your throat, hoisting you up from the ground. He kissed you while he removed the hair tie that held your hair back, releasing your beautiful hair from its confinement. He absolutely loved your hair and the way it cascaded down your back like a waterfall of silk. He couldn't resist running his fingers through it, feeling the smooth strands slide between his fingertips. As he continued to kiss you, he felt your body relax against his, surrendering to the desire that burned between you two.

With a low growl, he let go of your neck and pushed you onto the bed. "It's not fair that you're still fully clothed while I'm naked," he remarked.

In response, you flashed a mischievous smile. “Rip them off," you suggested wickedly.

Flynn smiled mischievously in return, taking hold of your shirt and tearing it into shreds, scattering the torn fabric across the room. He noted your lack of a bra when he first caught sight of you in the mirror earlier. Your body responded eagerly to his touch, with your nipples eagerly anticipating his attention. However, he decided to give them attention later as he wanted to taste your pussy.

In a swift motion, he replicated his actions on your leggings, tearing them away and discarding them aside. Firmly gripping your thighs, he positioned himself between your legs and lowered himself onto the bed. Beginning at the base, he traced his tongue upwards along you, eliciting a delicious response from you. The sensation of your moans reverberated through him, further fueling his desire. Concentrating on your pleasure, Flynn shifted his focus to your clit, causing you to arch in pleasure.

As you writhed beneath his touch, Flynn maintained his composure, steadying your movements with a firm hand on your waist. Inserting a finger inside you, he initiated a rhythmic motion that elicited a deep moan from your throat. "Just like that," he murmured, his actions conveying a sense of mastery and control.

As he was on the brink of adding another finger, the interruption came in the form of his door being pushed open. Consumed by you, Flynn paid little heed to the person, fully immersed in bringing you please.

"What the fuck is going on here?”

Even Declan's voice failed to divert his attention from your clit. "Oh hey, Dec," you greeted nonchalantly.

Your voice exhibited traces of euphoria akin to the effects of Mirthroot, a reaction that elicited a smile from Flynn, aware that he was the catalyst. "What the fuck is this?" inquired Declan.

"Your best friend is eating me out. Would you, I don't know, get the fuck out?" You requested.

As the door closed behind Declan, Flynn intensified his actions, inserting an additional digit within you and increasing the intensity, skillfully manipulating his fingers to elicit loud moans. "Gods, Flynn," you exclaimed, your hand finding their way to his hair as you held onto it firmly.

As he indulged in licking, sucking, and biting, the sounds of your increasing moans only fueled his passion. He savored each and every one of your desperate breaths, keenly aware of your impending climax. "Let yourself go, baby girl," he whispered against your clit.

The vibrations of Flynn's words against your skin proved to be the final trigger, causing you to reach the peak of ecstasy and release all control as you climaxed on his face.

Flynn lapped up all of it before leaning up and pumped himself a few good times making sure he was hard enough for you before he flipped you on to your stomach and pulled your ass up to the air. He lined himself up to your entrance and pushed himself into you. You both groaned at the stretching he was causing.

Placing his hands on your hips, he began to move slowly, mindful of not causing you discomfort as you adjusted to his size. "Fuck me like you mean it, Trist. You're not going to break me," you urged.

"You’re going to regret that," Flynn replied, withdrawing from you momentarily before thrusting back in with force.

A sharp cry escaped your lips as you welcomed the pain. With a firm grip on your hips, Flynn increased the hardness and depth of his movements, leaving you grasping at the sheets.

He moved with a forcefulness that made him acutely aware of every point of contact, prompting you to match your movements with his. "Do you like how I feel?" you asked, your voice purred.

"Yes, baby. You feel fucking amazing. Even if I desired another cunt, which I do not, my thoughts would still be consumed by you," he confessed.

Upon hearing his words, you swiftly positioned yourself on top of him, reveling in the sensation of him filling you completely. "I want to fucking ride you," you declared.

Flynn smiled approvingly and agreed. He rarely allowed others to take the reins, but for you, he would make an exception.

You began to move vigorously on top of him, emitting sounds that reverberated in his ears. Flynn was completely absorbed in the moment, experiencing a level of satisfaction he had never felt before. His declaration that he desired only you rang true, as he was utterly captivated by your presence.

"Gods!" Flynn groaned as you both reached climax. Your ecstatic reaction echoed throughout the room, with Flynn showing no concern for the presence of Declan and Ruhn. As you collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, a silence enveloped the room as you rested. Gradually, your breaths steadied, eventually lulling you to sleep, exhausted from it.

As he listened to your breathing, he thought about everything. He thought about the night that you left with Myles. That part of him that died. That feeling. Then that feeling when he saw you with him a few more times. One of those times, something hit him emotionally and physically. He didn't realize it at the time but as he listened to your breathing, it all made sense. “She’s my mate,” He said out loud.

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I fucking Need You (Ruhn Danaan)

Summary: You and Ruhn break up for good after he said things that hurt you to the fire and he begs you to come back.

Words: 2.7k

Requested: Yes

Warnings or A/N: I forgot to add in. He was acting like a dick because his dad was putting pressure on him and he took it out on the wrong person.

"I understand that you're the crown prince, but could you please lend a hand around the house? It shouldn't just be me, Dec, and Flynn doing all the cleaning," you said, tossing one of his shirts on him. "I'm not your maid, I'm your girlfriend,"

Ruhn casually placed the shirt on the chair and replied, "I'll do it later,"

"That's what you always say, but you never do," you retorted.

Turning away from you, Ruhn headed towards the shower. "I said I'll do it later," he repeated.

"Ruhn," you called after him.

He simply waved you off before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

You couldn't help but mutter to yourself, "You've got to be kidding me."

Grabbing your books and bag, you made your way downstairs, where Dec and Flynn were engrossed in a TV show. "Have a good day at class, Tater Tot," Flynn teased.

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Upon arriving home from work and classes, the house was booming with music. As you entered, you were greeted with the sight of people making out on the couch, and others practically fucking in the corner. Although you didn't mind the boys having parties in their own house and that they could do whatever they pleased, you simply didn't have the energy to join the party all night long, especially after a stressful day at work.

Rolling your eyes, you made your way up the stairs towards the room you shared with Ruhn, but your arm was grasped by his hand. Turning to face Ruhn, you could tell from his glazed eyes and broad smile that he was clearly high. "Where are you going, baby?"

"Upstairs, because I don't want to party tonight,” You calmly replied.

"Yeah, because you're such a fucking bitch," he retorted.

His words struck a chord within you. “I'm a stuck up bitch because I don't want to party one fucking time? I had a long fucking day of work and class,” You questioned, anger filling your veins.

"You're a bitch because all you do is nag and complain," he alleged.

Slightly exasperated, I responded, "I don't want to do this with you at the moment. We can fight in the morning like always,"

"No, let's do it right here," Ruhn insisted, his arms crossed defiantly.

“Really? Here and now? In front of everyone?" I sighed.

"Yes, so that this time everyone will know what happened. You bitch at this morning because I had left a single dirty shirt on the floor," he countered.

"If it were only that one minor thing, I would not have. It's frustrating because you hardly contribute to the household chores, unlike Flynn, Dec, and myself," I argued.

"In that case, maybe you should go to fuck Flynn," he snapped retortedly.

"What?"

"I am the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, and I don't need some half-breed bitch telling me what to do in my own house," he callously declared.

That statement shattered what was left of your heart into tiny fragments. "I am done from the same fights, Ruhn. I am done, completely and utterly done. This time, we are over for good. Go fuck that faun who has been lusting after you for the past few months," You screamed in his face.

Maybe I will," he shot back.

"You are free fuck who you please," You yelled back, walking upstairs to gather your belongings.

You didn't have many possessions since you had only recently started fresh when you moved in with Ruhn a few weeks ago. This time, you didn't shed any tears. Over the past few months, you had countless fights and breakups, which were the times that brought you to tears. However, what Ruhn said tonight, referring to you as a "half-breed bitch," was the final straw for you.

You swiftly packed your belongings into your suitcase, forcefully removed the R necklace that Ruhn had given you on your one-year anniversary, and threw it onto the dresser. You didn't care if people stared or whispered as you walked towards the door with your things. Let them talk and say whatever they wanted, because ultimately, it was you who chose to permanently end the relationship with the crown prince.

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Ruhn woke up to a throbbing headache, regretting his actions once again. As he sat up in bed, he absentmindedly rubbed his forehead and glanced over to your side, only to find that you were not there. This was not unusual, as you always had early morning shifts. Unconcerned, he got out of bed and discarded his clothes on his way to the bathroom for a soothing shower.

Covering his body and hair with soap, he tried to recall the events of the previous night, but it was all a haze. He couldn't remember a single detail, not even if he had seen you come home.

After completing his shower, Ruhn returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel. As he approached the dresser, his eyes noticed your broken chain necklace and picked it up. He noticed that all of your belongings on the dresser were missing.

Placing the broken necklace back, he anxiously opened the drawers that belonged to you, only to find them empty. His heart raced. Rushing back to the bathroom, he switched on the light to discover that all traces of your makeup, perfumes, and personal items were gone. Returning to the room, he searched frantically, realizing that every trace of you were gone. In that moment, his heart shattered. You and him must have gotten into a fight last night and a pretty bad one if you took all of your things.

Without wasting any time, he hastily got dressed and dashed downstairs, only to find Dec and Flynn tidying up the aftermath of last night's party. Their eyes remained fixed on their task, refusing to acknowledge his presence. "What happened last night?"

No response followed, so he attempted once more. "All of (Yn)'s belongings are missing."

This time, both Dec and Flynn glanced up but exchanged loaded looks before resuming their cleaning duties. If they were deliberately withholding information from him, then he must have done something horrible. "Guys, please tell me where my girlfriend's things are."

Flynn snickered, and Declan scoffed disdainfully.

"What was that all about?"

Flynn sighed before finally meeting his gaze. "Don't you remember what you said to her last night?" Declan's words dripped with venom.

His heart plummeted to his stomach. If Dec addressed him with such fury, it must have been something awful.

"Do you have any idea how much I want to leap over this couch and beat the shit out of you right now?" Flynn added.

His stomach churned with anxiety. Whatever he had done, it was a really big mistake. Dec and Flynn were fiercely protective of you, ready to defend you against anyone who hurt you. "What did I do?"

"Does 'fucking bitch' and 'half-breed bitch' ring a bell?"

He took a deep breath, struggling to recollect his actions from the previous night. "I didn't call her a half-breed bitch, did I?"

"More like 'I am the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, and I don't need some half-breed bitch telling me what to do in my own house.' You fucked up, Danaan," Flynn replied, tossing a red solo cup into the trash bag.

Dec chimed in, picking up another cup and disposing of it. "You also told her that she could go fuck Flynn."

"Yeah, she broke up with you for good. We are done with how you treat her. She is the best thing that has happened to you. All she wants from you is effort in chores. Go and try to fix things with her or we'll move out,” Flynn added.

Ruhn's head throbbed as he attempted to recall the events of the previous night, but the memories escaped him. He couldn't have uttered those words. You being a half-breed was never an issue for Ruhn. He cherished every part of you. It was a part of what made you, you. But in that moment, he had carelessly used something that he knew you struggled with as a weapon to hurt you.

Desperation clawed at his soul as he searched for a way to mend what he had broken. He knew apologies were no longer enough, that actions spoke louder than words.

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It has been seven days since you ended things with Ruhn once and for all. Despite his relentless texts and visits to your doorstep, you have made a conscious decision to ignore both your phone and the doorbell. Deep down, you understand that giving in to his advances would only lead you back to a place you are determined to move on from. You are committed to holding yourself to a higher standard, no matter how difficult it may be.

The ache was still there in your heart. Ruhn’s words had cut deep within you. He knew just how insecure you are about you being a half-breed.

The memories of the past few months played like a broken record in your mind. The countless times you had separated, just to get back together again, hoping that each time would be different. As you neared the car parking lot from CCU, you spotted Ruhn walking in the opposite direction. "(Name)," you called out, trying to maintain a steady tone.

"What are you doing here, Danaan?" you asked.

"I wanted to apologize for my words," Ruhn replied, his expression reflecting genuine regret.

"I'm not interested in hearing it," you responded, brushing past him and heading towards your car. "I meant what I said last night, unless you were too out of it to remember."

"Flynn and Declan filled me in on what happened. Please, just listen," Ruhn pleaded, reaching out to grab your arm. "I truly am sorry for what I said."

"You used a half-breed bitch against me, knowing how much it would hurt," you retorted. "And now you expect me to forgive you?"

"I was high on Mirthroot, I didn't mean it," Ruhn explained. "Your heritage doesn't matter to me, you know that."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his excuse. It was clear that he didn't understand the depth of your hurt.

“I didn't have the same support system as Bryce. I didn't have a pack of wolves or a Crown Prince looking out for me when I was growing up. I had to face insults from faes and humans alike, constantly being called a worthless half-breed or half-breed whore. And you knew all of this, yet you still used it against me. I don't care if you were high. I've known people who were completely out of it and they never stooped to insulting their friends or loved ones like you did,” you explained, your voice filled with hurt and anger.

"(Name)-"

"No, I've had enough. I have put up with a lot from you, but calling me a half-breed bitch was the last straw," you stated firmly, walking away and leaving Ruhn standing there in silence.

Ruhn ran after you, falling to his knees with tears in his eyes, pleading, "Please, I'm truly sorry, baby.”

You stopped in your tracks, watching Ruhn drop to his knees. A part of you wanted to give in, to forgive him and take him back into your arms. But another part of you held firm, remembering all the hurt and disrespect you had endured.

Taking a deep breath, you faced Ruhn, his desperate gaze locked on you. The tears in his eyes mirrored the ache in your heart.

"Ruhn, I can't do this anymore," you said, your voice steady but filled with emotion. "I can't keep going back and forth with you, hoping things will change. The trust is broken, the respect is gone."

Ruhn's shoulders shook with sobs as he struggled to hold back his tears. "I love you, (Name). I know I've messed up, I know I've hurt you. But please, give me ione last chance. I will do whatever it takes to make things right, to earn back your trust."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability and sincerity in them. You knew that a part of you still loved him, still hoped for a future with him.

"I'm not sure if I can do this, Ruhn," you whispered before he took your hand and led you through the busy campus.

Eventually, you arrived at a busy gathering area where Ruhn raised his voice to get everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to someone," Ruhn declared with a smile. Your heart pounded with anticipation as he turned towards you and proudly announced. "This incredible woman before you is not only the love of my life, but also the most beautiful, kind-hearted, patient, and brilliant individual you will ever meet - (Name) (Last Name). As some of you might know, I said some things last night and they were not a true reflection of my feelings," Ruhn began, his voice steady and sincere. "I want to make it clear that her being a half-breed doesn't negate that. She is my soulmate, my everything, and I vow to make sure she knows that,”

"Ruhn, do you honestly believe this will make a difference? You're speaking to me as if you're delivering a formal address," you remarked.

"You want real?" he asked.

"Yes," you replied.

"Then I'll give it to you," Ruhn said as he knelt before you.

You maintained a steady gaze as Ruhn knelt before you, the onlookers around hoping for something different than what you expected. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air as he spoke. The skepticism that had been building within you seemed to gain more ground with each passing moment. Your instincts told you to brace yourself for what was to come next.

Ruhn's eyes locked with yours as he spoke, his voice steady and sincere. There was a hint of vulnerability in his tone, a crack in the facade that he had carefully constructed. Despite the grand gesture unfolding before you, there was still a lingering doubt in your mind. The onlookers may have hoped for a proposal, but you knew better than that.

"I know I've been acting like an asshole lately, and I'll explain why if you give me a chance to explain that to you in private but I shouldn't have taken it out on the one person who means more to me than anyone else. You've been incredibly patient with me, and I appreciate that. I'm willing to give up partying, even the Mirthroot and the star sword, if it means you'll give me another chance," he declared.

Tears welled up in your eyes as Ruhn poured his heart out in front of everyone, fully aware that someone was likely recording the moment. "You know someone's probably recording this, and your dad is going to be pissed that you mentioned giving up the star sword, especially for a half-breed," you whispered.

"I don't give a fuck. You're the only one that matters to me. This past week has been absolute hell without being able to see you, talk to you, touch you, fuck you. I'd dream of you and wake up, hard as fuck and unable to do anything about it because you weren't there beside me. Everyone thinks you need me, but the truth is, I need you more than you need me. And you fuck me in ways I can't even put into words. I mean, I always come before you anyway," Ruhn confessed.

"Not that you don't fuck me good, because you do. I just fuck you better," you replied.

"You do. Please, give me another chance. I'll be your servant if that's what it takes-”

"I don't want a servant. I want the Ruhn I fell in love with, the one from a few months ago. I want you to be that person again, not this version who doesn't realize the pain he's causing. If you can promise me that you'll go back to being him, then yes, I will take you back," you stated firmly.

Ruhn's face lit up with a smile. "Yes. A thousand times, yes," he declared.

"Then get up and kiss me," you commanded.

Ruhn swiftly rose to his feet, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you passionately, pouring all his emotions from the past week into the kiss. "Take me home so I can fuck you," you whispered, your lips just inches from his.

#ruhn danaan x you #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn danaan #house of earth and blood #house of sky and breath #house of flame and shadow #sarah j maas #sjm #ruhn danaan fic #prince ruhn #the crown prince of the Valabaran fae

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Can you do an Ithan / Perry fic? I’d love to see their dynamic in an established relationship. Like it’s still fresh, but I’d love to see them together!!

I typically only write X readers but ill give it a shot but itll be a while. Im only on chapter ten of HoSaB

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Hii I hope you're haveing a good day🌞 I have had this idea for a ruhn danaan x reader fic, where they have been in a long relationship, but the have been fighting a lol (like a lot lot), they had a few break up like a day long and then they would get back together. And this one night at a pary a drunk Ruhn said something hurtful to the reader (called her some not nice names etc.) so she broke up with him ale felt really hurt. Cut to the morning after, reader is gone ruhn is confused, the boys are angry and make ruhn go and make up with his (ex)girlfried. Lots of angst and grovling and crying and pleading and promises. If you dont feel like writing it there are no hard feelings 🫶🫶

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Home For The Holidays Part 2 (X. Riorson)

Summary: You return home for Christmas with Xaden who is pretending to be your date.

Words: 2.4K

Warnings or A/N: So I changed it from Garrick to Dain because I love Garrick and I didn't want to write Garrick like that. And yes I did incorporate some Fourth Wing characters. Part 3 should be when things start to pick up. I just wanted to do the family introductions first.

Tags: @daisydark @ablev92 @luxsky @graciereads @heyyitsnat21 @honeybee54321 @amazingdisneyfansblog @wallacewillow0773638

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Part 1

Xaden extended his hand for a handshake, by which your mom graciously accepted. "Hello, Mrs. Jess. How are you?" he greeted her politely.

You glanced back and forth between your mom and Xaden, a nervous excitement bubbling within you. "Mom, this is Xaden. He's my date tonight. Xaden, meet my mom, Jess," you introduced them.

She waved off his formal address. "No need for formalities. You can call me Mom, just like everyone else does," she insisted.

Xaden nodded respectfully. "Yes, ma'am," he replied.

Feeling the chill in the air, you looked at your mom with a playful smile. "Are you going to let us in? It's getting quite cold out here," you teased.

Your mom's attention shifted from Xaden to you, realizing that you were still standing outside. "Oh, goodness. I apologize. Please, come inside," she said, stepping aside to make way for both of you.

With a thoughtful gesture, Xaden effortlessly picked up his luggage with one hand and then grabbed yours with the other. "You'll be staying in your old bedroom. And, by the way, Xaden can sleep..." She began, but you interrupted.

"He can sleep in the same room as you," you nonchalantly finished your sentence. "We're both adults, after all."

A smile of understanding crossed your mom's face. "Oh, yes, of course. That's absolutely fine," she agreed, leading the way towards your room.

You paused, gazing at your mom with a determined expression. "Mom, I appreciate it, but I don't need any help. I know exactly where my room is," you assured her.

She seemed slightly taken aback but nodded understandingly. "Alright, then. I'll go and let your stepfather and your siblings know that you're here," she said, turning to head downstairs.

As soon as she disappeared down the hallway, you took a deep breath and began walking in the direction you knew so well. "It's this way," you whispered to Xaden, following the familiar path towards your room.

Xaden glanced at you with a hint of concern. "That seemed a bit harsh, sending your mom away like that," he commented.

You shrugged, a knowing smile playing on your lips. "Trust me, with my mom, you kind of need to be assertive or she won't stop," you explained, understanding the dynamics of your relationship with your mother.

Finally, you reached your room and noticed that the door was already open. Thankfully, during your last visit, you had taken down all the remnants of your teenage years on the walls and replaced them with the old bedding with new bedding. The bed itself was still in great condition, so there was no need to buy a new one. However, almost everything else in the room was new, except for your dressers. You still had your old teenage belongings like CDs, diaries, posters, and pictures buried in the closet. But everything displayed on the walls, except for a picture of you and your best friend taped on the mirror, reflected the adult you had become.

Xaden chuckled, his eyes scanning your room. "Damn, I was really hoping to catch a glimpse of teenage Buttercup," he teased, his tone filled with playful nostalgia.

You rolled your eyes, playfully exasperated, and closed the door behind you. Walking over to your dresser, you opened a drawer and swiftly moved your clothes to another one, making space for Xaden to place his belongings. You carefully selected a shirt and a pair of sleep pants, preparing them for your attire tonight. "You can use this one, if you want," You offered, gesturing to the now empty drawer. "The bathroom is through that door if you need to change,”

Unzipping your bag, you revealed a selection of holiday dresses, a few books, and a pair of man red and white pajamas. As you flung the pajamas in Xaden's direction, he skillfully caught them. "I must admit, I took a wild guess at your size, considering you're roughly the same size as my brother," You confessed with a playful grin.

Xaden, raising an eyebrow in a teasing manner, couldn't help but quip, "So, let me guess, you went ahead and got us matching pajamas, didn't you?”

"It's for the Christmas photos. Like most families, we all dress in matching pajamas and take pictures," you explained.

"Oh. Okay. Cool," He responded, heading towards your dresser to put away his belongings. "Do you have any extra blankets and pillows? I can make a pallet on the floor,”

You chuckled. "Xaden, I know we're pretending here, but I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor. You can sleep in the bed with me. There's plenty of space, and we're adults. I think we can handle it."

"I wasn't expecting that answer," Xaden mused.

"Why?" You asked.

"I don't know. You just seem like the kind of girl who wouldn't be like that," Xaden replied.

You rolled your eyes. "There's a lot about me that you don't know, Riorson."

"I guess so. When am I supposed to change into these?" he asked, holding up the pajamas.

"Christmas Day. We just sleep in them," you clarified.

You retrieved your chosen nightwear from the bed, holding them in your hands as you made your way towards the bathroom. "I'll go change now," you announced, intending to have some privacy.

"You can change in here, it's your bedroom after all," Xaden suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You chuckled, playfully dismissing his suggestion. "You wish," you replied, heading into the bathroom.

Upon emerging from the bathroom, you noticed that Xaden was still dressed in his daytime clothes. You raised an eyebrow, giving him a curious look. "You could have changed while I was in there," you pointed out.

He shrugged, offering his reasoning. "I'd rather not meet your family in pajamas, even if they're okay with it. This is your family's house, after all."

You sighed, trying to reassure him. "Xaden, I've told you before, my family isn't judgmental. They won't mind. Trust me."

He nodded, acknowledging your words, but still seemed hesitant. "I know, but still…”

You nodded, acknowledging Xaden's response. "Your choice. Alright, even though I already gave you a rundown on the plane, let's go over it again," you suggested.

You listened attentively as he began to recap. "Your father is Issac. Your brothers are Brennan, Ridoc, and Sawyer. Your sisters are Mira and Quinn. Brennan is married to Imogen, and they have two kids named Lilith and Chris. Ridoc is married to Rhiannon, and they have one child named Lance. Mira and Sawyer are currently single. Lastly, Quinn is in a relationship with Lynn, and they are in the process of adoption," He explained.

You nodded, confirming his understanding. "Correct. Don't worry about aunts and uncles then. I can introduce you to them as they come. So, are you ready to meet my family?" You asked.

He smiled, "Absolutely. Let's go,"

With a deep breath, you braced yourself before turning the doorknob and venturing into the hallway. The living room awaited you at the bottom, a familiar space where you knew you would find your sisters. Your stepfather and brothers are in their man cave.

As you reached the final step, you instinctively reached out for Xaden's hand. A smile graced his lips as he intertwined his fingers with yours. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, awakening every nerve in your body and heightening your senses. "I think my sisters are in the living room. Let's go meet them first," you suggested, your voice filled with anticipation.

Xaden nodded in agreement, allowing you to lead the way. Together, you walked past the kitchen where your mom was busy. Her voice called out, breaking the silence, "Are you two hungry?" You glanced back at Xaden, silently questioning him.

He shook his head, his eyes filled with contentment. "No, we're fine," he replied, his voice filled with assurance.

Dragging him into the living room, just as you had anticipated, your sisters sat there in their pajamas, their eyes shifting from the TV to you and Xaden, their jaws hitting the floor. "Damn. Mom was right," Rhannion blurted out.

"Rhi, you're married," you reminded her.

Rhannion had been a part of your family since she was a child, so regardless of Ridoc being married to her or not, she would always be considered family. "I know," she replied.

Your other sisters rose from the couch, embracing you tightly, causing you to let go of Xaden's hand. "It's so good to see you back home," they exclaimed.

"Yeah, you too," you responded, returning their warm hugs.

They refused to release their tight grip on you, holding on for a few minutes until you finally managed to extricate yourself from their embrace. Placing a hand on Xaden's shoulder, you introduced him to your sisters Quinn and Mira, as well as your sister-in-law Rhiannon. "This is my boyfriend Xaden," you announced.

"Hi," They all chimed in unison.

Just as you were about to continue the introductions, your brother Ridoc appeared, immediately grabbing hold of Xaden's arm and pulling him towards the man cave. "Hey girls, what- Oh, you must be Xaden. Dad is waiting to meet you," Ridoc informed, his urgency evident.

"Wait, Ridoc," you called out, trying to catch up with them.

Ridoc halted and turned to face you. "Sorry, sis. You know the rules. No women-"

"Allowed in the man cave, I know," You interrupted, finishing his sentence. "But I wanted to take him to dad first, so I know you guys won't-"

Xaden intervened, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "It's okay. I can go.”

You firmly grasped Xaden's arm as it slipped off your shoulder, shaking your head in defiance. "No. No one is going to dictate how you meet Xaden. It's my choice how you all meet him. If Dad or anyone else doesn't like it, tough luck, because I don't care," You declared, locking eyes with Ridoc.

"Alright, I'll go get them," Ridoc conceded, sensing your determination.

Xaden glanced at you, and you instinctively intertwined your fingers with his. Each touch of his skin against yours sent a surge of electricity through your body.

Footsteps approached, and you turned your head to see your stepfather, Ridoc, Brennan, and Sawyer walking towards you. "So you're the one who refused to come to us," Your stepfather remarked.

You turned fully towards him, meeting his gaze head-on. "Xaden didn't refuse anything. I did. Not him. And if you have a problem with it, well, that's on you. Not us," You asserted, standing your ground.

You and your stepfather locked eyes for a brief moment, a silent exchange of curiosity and uncertainty. His gaze then shifted towards Xaden, and he couldn't help but comment, "You do realize you could have changed into pajamas before joining us, right?"

Xaden blinked, a hint of confusion clouding his expression, but he chose to brush it off. "Yeah, (Name) mentioned that, but I didn't really feel at ease meeting you all for the first time in my sleepwear," he explained, shrugging off any discomfort.

As the silence lingered, your stepfather broke it by introducing himself, "Well, I'm Doug."

Each member of the family followed suit, with your middle brother chiming in, "Ridoc," and your oldest brother adding, "Brennan." The youngest brother, not one to be left out, piped up, "Sawyer." Finally, it was Xaden's turn to introduce himself, simply stating his name.

Your stepfather's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he continued, "To be honest, we weren't expecting (Name) to bring anyone home, or even that she was seeing someone."

Xaden chuckled, breaking the tension with a light-hearted tone. "Yeah, it's a bit of a whirlwind. I literally just returned from a work trip, and we officially became a couple a few days ago. With nowhere to go for the holidays, she kindly invited me to join your family. I hope that's alright with everyone."

Just as the words left Xaden's lips, your mom emerged from the kitchen, holding steaming mugs of hot cocoa. Her warm smile illuminated the room as she reassured, "Of course it is! We're thrilled to have you here."

Her welcoming gesture and comforting words instantly put everyone at ease, melting away any lingering doubts or reservations.

#fourth wing #xaden riorson #xaden riorson x reader #xaden riorson x you #iron flame

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Home for the Holidays (X. Riorson) Part 1

Summary: You return home for Christmas with Xaden who is pretending to be your date.

Words: 1.2K

Fandom: Fourth Wing, Xaden Riorson

Warings or A\N: Not yet 😜 Just throwing this out here. If yall have an request for any Fourth Wing male characters let me know. (Not the professors or the commanders\generals)

Tags: @daisydark @ablev92 @luxsky @graciereads

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As your mom continued her endless rambling on the phone, you couldn't help but let out a sigh. She had an uncanny ability to stretch a conversation for an eternity before finally turning her attention on you. "So, are you finally coming home this year? You know, last year you promised but ended up disappointing us," She questioned, her disappointment still lingering from the previous year.

You remembered the frustration of not being able to go home due to work commitments, and your mom never let you forget it. It wasn't as if you had a choice in the matter; your boss had denied your request for time off, leaving you with no other option. However, this time around, you were determined to make things right. "Mom, I assure you, I'll be home for the holidays. In fact, I'm leaving on Saturday," You reassured her, hoping to alleviate any lingering doubts.

As your mom casually mentioned the idea of inviting Dain, your ex, to the holiday gathering, you couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. "Mom, don't even think about it," you interjected, hoping to put an end to the idea before it gained any traction.

Her response was dismissive, "Why not? He used to come every year."

You couldn't believe she was even considering it. "Yeah, that was before we broke up. It's not appropriate to invite your daughter's ex-boyfriend to a family event," you firmly stated, trying to make her understand.

But your mom seemed oblivious to your reasoning. "But everyone else will have a date or someone with them. You'll be the only one without a partner," she persisted, seemingly determined to play matchmaker.

Rolling your eyes, you couldn't help but feel annoyed at the reminder of your single status. "Mom, I'm perfectly fine being single," you asserted, hoping she would finally hear you.

However, your mom continued on, completely disregarding your words. "Yes, I think I will invite Dain. Maybe you two can work things out and fix whatever caused the breakup," she mused, completely missing the point.

Realizing that reasoning with her was futile, you decided to bring the conversation to an end. "Hey Mom, I've got to go. I'll see you on Saturday night," you announced, hoping to escape the mounting frustration.

"Okay, love you sweetheart," your mom replied, seemingly unaware of the tension.

"Love you too," you responded, quickly ending the call.

Overwhelmed with frustration, you let out a scream, releasing the pent-up emotions that had been building throughout the conversation.

"Tough call,"

Startled by the unexpected voice, you turned around to find your hot neighbor, Xaden, standing there. "Oh, you scared me. Yeah, you could say that," You replied, still feeling the lingering frustration from the conversation with your mom.

“I've got a bottle of white wine and was planning to cook some steak, if you wanna come over,”

Xaden's offer caught you off guard. "I couldn't impose like that," you hesitated, not wanting to intrude on his plans.

He shrugged, a charming smile playing on his lips. "It's not imposing if I invited you," He replied.

His confidence and the thought of a relaxing evening with him was tempting.

"Great. See you at seven," he said, already assuming your acceptance as he walked away, leaving you with a mix of curiosity and anticipation for the evening ahead.

—

As Xaden poured the wine into your glass, he posed a question that struck a chord. "Why didn't you tell your mom the real reason why you two broke up?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

You took a sip of the wine, contemplating his question. "Everyone loves him. My parents. My siblings. Hell, even my grandparents do. If I were to tell them that he cheated on me, they wouldn't believe me because 'he's a good guy'. It's frustrating. And honestly, I never even wanted to date him in the first place," You confessed, the weight of the situation evident in your voice.

Xaden's expression turned sympathetic as he listened to your words. "Then why are you going back there? It sounds like they're super toxic and don't deserve you," He remarked, his concern evident.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips at his comment. "They're the type of people who see the good in everyone. It's just how they are," you explained, understanding the complexity of the situation.

Xaden beckoned you to join him on the couch, asking, "Once you're down there, what's your plan?" You followed his gesture, clutching your wine glass as you settled beside him.

Contemplating his question, you replied, "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. I'll try to maintain a civil demeanor. However, deep down, I know that once him and I are both there, everyone will gaslight me into rekindling our relationship,”

Xaden leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ask me," he urged, leaving you puzzled.

"Ask you what?" you inquired, trying to make sense of his cryptic statement.

A sly smile played on his lips as he revealed his proposition. "Ask me to accompany you as your pretend date," He suggested.

Your heart skipped a beat, and a rush of excitement coursed through your veins. The thought of Xaden joining you at your family's gathering sent shivers down your spine. Not only would it silence your family's nagging, but Xaden's undeniable attractiveness added an extra allure. "I couldn't possibly ask you to do that. It's a two-week affair, and don't you have work?" you hesitated, concerned about inconveniencing him.

Dismissing your worries, he shook his head. "Don't worry about work. Just ask me," he insisted

You remained silent, unsure of how to respond.

"Ask. Me," He repeated.

Succumbing to defeat, you let out a sigh. "Will you join me at my family's holiday gathering?" You finally asked, your voice laced with vulnerability.

A wide grin spread across Xaden's face as he replied, "I would love to, Buttercup. I thought you'd never ask.”

—

Xaden parked the car in front of your parents' house, he prepared to step out, but you gently placed a hand on his, halting his movement. "Just give me a moment," you requested, your voice filled with a mix of nerves and determination.

Xaden settled back into his seat, his gaze fixed on you. "Hey, look at me," he said softly, capturing your attention.

Turning to face him, you met his reassuring gaze. "If at any point you feel the need to leave, for any reason, big or small, I promise I'll get you out of there," He assured you, his words offering a sense of comfort.

You nodded, acknowledging his support, and withdrew your hand from his. A warm smile graced Xaden's face. "Don't open your door just yet," He advised, causing you to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

He chuckled, breaking the tension. "I know we're pretending, but I still want to make a good impression on them," he explained.

With that, Xaden exited the car and made his way to your side, opening the door for you. Extending his hand, he offered his assistance, ready to help you step out of the car.

Inhaling deeply, you gratefully accepted Xaden's assistance. He retrieved the luggage from the trunk, and together, you approached the front door. As you reached out to knock, Xaden's arm gently encircled your waist, providing both comfort and an unexpected surge of warmth that ignited your senses. After a few moments, your mother opened the door, her smile widening as she laid eyes on you. However, her expression quickly shifted to one of surprise as she turned her gaze towards Xaden. "Oh, whoa," she exclaimed, clearly taken aback.

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You're Mine (X. Riorson) 18+

Xaden Riorson x reader.

Fourth Wing

Words: 1.9K

Warnings: Minor Spoilers for Fourth Wing

Summary: Xaden gets jealous of Garrick. It's also 18+

As Xaden and Violet engaged in their sparring session, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. It was evident that their connection stemmed from Violet's vulnerability and the promise he made to her older brother. If Violet were to meet an unfortunate fate, the likelihood of Xaden suffering the same fate was high. However, despite understanding the circumstances, a tinge of jealousy crept into your heart. Xaden had been devoting most of his free time to her, and it couldn't help but stir feelings of envy within you.

Releasing yet another sigh, you decided to leave the gym behind and make your way towards the third-year rooms. The sight of Violet fawning over Xaden had become unbearable to witness. She may try to seem disinterested, but it was evident to anyone with functioning eyes that she desired him deeply.

Immersed in the comfort of your night attire, engrossed in the captivating pages of a book, the distant sound of a knock reached your ears. You knew who it was but yet an overwhelming disinterest held you back from rising to greet them. Tonight, their presence was an unwelcome intrusion you wished to evade. Effortlessly, you extinguished the mage light with a flick of your hand, allowing the room to be swallowed by darkness as you delicately set the book upon the table. Rolling onto your side, you cocooned yourself beneath the covers and went to sleep.

***

As you sat in the bustling gathering hall alongside your squad, your eyes briefly flickered towards Xaden, who was seated among the other marked individuals. Curiosity lingered in the air as your comrades wondered why, as a marked one yourself, you chose not to join them. However, you had your reasons. You simply refused to make yourself a more conspicuous target by associating closely with the others.

"I came by last night," Xaden's voice came through your head.

You didn't even bother to look up from your tray. "I went to sleep early," You lied.

"I swore I could've saw the mage light,"

"I don't know what you're talking about," You said before placing the block between you and Xaden down.

You got up from the table and headed towards the flight field.

****

"Hey Garrick," you called out to Xaden's best friend, your voice echoing through the gymnasium. It was after class, and you were wanting to spar, though Xaden was noticeably absent. Most likely, he was off assisting Violet once again. However, Garrick was present, and you knew he made for a formidable sparring partner.

"What's up, (Last Name)?" Garrick responded, making his way towards you.

"Want to spar since Xaden is too busy with Violet?" you proposed, a hint of anticipation in your voice.

"Hell yeah," Garrick exclaimed, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "I always love sparring with you."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you swiftly discarded your jacket, tossing it aside. You rolled your neck, popping it before standing in front of Garrick.

You knew you were going to easily be taken down by Garrick but it was still a good learning lesson.

As Garrick rushed you, he swung a powerful right. You met him halfway, and lashed out with your own right. His punch was faster, and it caught you off guard. The punch landed on your mouth, you felt blood filling your mouth as you spat it out on the ground below you. “Good one but you won’t get another chance,”

You kicked out high and hard, catching Garrick square in the breastbone which you could tell knocked the breath out of him but Garrick recovered faster than you thought he would. “You gotta try harder than that,”

With fast reflexes, you skillfully evaded Garrick's oncoming attack, sidestepping his lunging right arm. Swiftly, you ducked under his extended limb and executed a graceful spin. This dance of evasion continued, leaving Garrick visibly disoriented. Sensing an opportunity, you swiftly drove your elbow into his side, causing him to double over in pain. Capitalizing on his vulnerability, you unleashed a powerful punch, connecting with his face.

However, in a surprising turn of events, Garrick managed to grab hold of you, causing both of you to tumble to the ground. As you found yourself positioned above him, ready to take action, he reversed the situation, and now he was the one on top of you, pinning your hands above your head, asserting his dominance in the sparring match. You locked eyes with him, a mischievous glint in your gaze. "Oh, is it too much for you to handle a woman taking charge?" You taunted, playfully lifting your leg to intensify the connection between you two.

A sly smirk crept across his face, his confidence evident. "Trust me, I can handle you just fine," he retorted, his voice laced with a hint of challenge.

A daring proposition escaped your lips, testing the limits of his bravado. "Care to prove it?"

Garrick's gaze momentarily shifted from your eyes to your enticing lips, but he abruptly released your hands and rose to his feet. "I'm sorry, but I can't," he muttered, hastily gathering his belongings and exiting the gym, leaving you with a mix of curiosity and disappointment.

***

Before you could even close your door completely, Xaden appeared in the doorframe. "Xaden," you greeted, shrugging off your jacket.

"What the hell was that?" Xaden snapped, his tone laced with an unfamiliar emotion. Jealousy.

Confused, you asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about," he seethed.

"Oh, you mean sparring with Garrick? I needed a partner while you were occupied with Violet," you explained casually.

Xaden's anger only intensified. "That's not what I'm talking about," he growled.

Frustrated, you turned to face him. "Then what are you talking about?"

In an instant, Xaden pressed you against the wall, his hand tightening around your throat. "You belong to me, and no one else is allowed to touch you," he snarled possessively.

Rolling your eyes at his territorial display, knowing what was going to happen, you decided to push his buttons further. "You never said we were exclusive," You taunted.

He firmly grasped your chin with his other hand, forcefully pressing his lips against yours. The intensity of his kiss was filled with a mix of possessiveness and longing, leaving no doubt that he desired you deeply. The passion between you both was so intense that you knew your lips would be swollen afterwards, but the thought didn't concern you. In fact, you reveled in the roughness of his touch, finding it incredibly arousing. The taste of him on your lips only heightened your desire for him, fueling the fire that burned between you.

You and Xaden have been close friends for many years. The bond between you two had always been platonic, until the overwhelming stress of the Rider's Quadrant pushed you both to give in to your desires during your first year here. Since then, you have being fucking.

As he gently withdrew his lips from your neck, his hand from your chin, and his touch from your neck, he traced a path with his lips along your jawline and down to your neck. Despite being aware of your sensitive spot, he teasingly licked from the nape of your neck to that sweet spot before playfully biting down. The sensation made you involuntarily press against him, feeling his presence against you. He continued to explore your neck, alternating between sucking, licking, and nibbling, leaving behind subtle marks that wouldn't draw too much attention.

With a surge of desire, you raised your hand and gradually unfastened the buttons of his leather jacket, one by one, allowing it to slide down his arms. Your fingertips trailed down his well-defined chest, and then you proceeded to unfasten his pants, eager to explore further.

You slipped your hand under his pants and started rubbing him. He moaned into your neck and let himself enjoy it for a few seconds before he pulled your hand out of his pants. He reached down and cupped your ass before walking over to the bed and laying on your back. "Sit up," He commands.

Complying with him, he proceeds to pull your shirt off and hurls it haphazardly somewhere in the room. With a forceful push, he guides you back onto the bed. In an instant, he pressed his lips against your boobz, roughly caressing your nipple with his tongue, while his hand squeezed the other harshly. This intimate exchange lasted for a fleeting moment before he switched his attention. A soft, voluntary moan escaped your lips, punctuating the shared pleasure.

You observed as he withdrew his lips from your boobs, trailing a trail of affectionate kisses along your body. His nibbles, carefully placed, left a mark of possessiveness, a silent declaration of claiming you as his, adorning your stomach. Aware of the limitations on your neck, he refrained from leaving any visible marks there. With a swift and confident motion, his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your pants, where they snugly embraced your hips. In one fluid movement, he deftly lowered your pants and underwear. He spread your legs like butter and placed a kiss on your inner thighs before he rubbed your folds before slipping one finger in. "Who made you this wet?"

"Garrick," You teased as you threw your head back in pleasure.

He removed his fingers before placing his mouth on your core and just went to town without warning, licking your pussy in long, wet strokes. He takes one of his fingers and slides it inside of you. You gasp as pure bliss takes over. While he was curling his finger inside you, he was licking the nub of your clit. After a few seconds, he inserts another finger in you. He was hitting your g-spot every single time. As the familiar sensation was building up, so Xaden picked up his speed and roughen his touch. Once you came, he didn't stop there, he fucked you with his tongue over and over again until he knew you were thoroughly fucked.

You were left a panting mess before he finally removed his mouth, stood up and slid down his pants. He positioned himself between your legs and gave himself a few strokes to make sure he was hard enough for you before he pushed into you. Your eyes rolled back as Xaden softly said fuck. No matter how many times you and Xaden fucked, he felt just as good as the first time.

It didn't take long for him to start thrusting into you as fast as he could. He buried his cock deep inside of you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He thrust in and out of her at the perfect pace. “Just like that, Riorson,”

You started to roll your hips, moving along with him, matching his pace. You two move perfectly in sync, your bodies aligned, even your breath in rhythm. You were breathing faster and faster as your climax was nearing. He took his hands off your thighs and flipped you over to where you were sitting on his lap for a deeper angle. He buried his face in the side of your neck and bit you gently, right in that sweet spot he found earlier. That pushes you over the edge. You grinded your body hard against him, the rhythmic contraction of your pussy squeezing his cock. "Xaden!" You yelled out as your high hits

“I'm about to cum.” He said as you rode him until he let out a deep groan.

He rolled you back over onto your back and before he pulled out he grabbed the towel he keeps on the bedside table so he could clean you up. "Don't ever think Garrick can fuck you as good as I can, babygirl. I've been fucking you for the past three years. No one knows your body like I do,"

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Not yours (Jay Halstead)

Summary: Jay gets into it with your kids' biological dad.

Words: 1470

Requested: yes

Prompts: "they're not your kids. Back off,"

Warning or A/N:

When you met Jay, you had two kids already from a pervious relationship. A boy and a girl. 5 and 3. Their dad was in the picture until Y/S/N was 2 and you were pregnant with Y/D/N. You were single then not caring about having a man. You had a great support system with your family. One day, you were at the hosptial doing a check up on your kids when you had bumped into Jay and immediately hit it off.

It's been almost two years since you met Jay and almost three since the biological father left. You've been with Jay the entire time. Your kids absolutely love Jay and Jay absolutely adores and loves them.

Today was Jay's only day off unless he got called in so Jay wanted to watch them for you cause he missed them and you guys didn't leave together. Jay and your kids were at a park. Jay was pushing your daughter on the swingset while your son was playing on the jungle gym. Jay looked up from pushing your daughter to see that there was some older guy talking to him. Jay stopped the swing, pulled your daughter out of the swing, put her in his arms and walked over to where your son was. "Hey!"

The guy looked from your son to Jay and took off. Jay walked over to your son. "I know your mom told you not to talk to strangers,"

Your son looked at Jay. "I wasn't. I was trying to walk away but he said he was my dad,"

Jay looked up from where the guy run off but didn't see him, so he looked back down to your son. "Your mom is about off. Where do you want to go eat?"

"McDonald's?"

Jay shook his head. "Your mom hates McDonald's, how about Wendy's?"

Your son nodded.

---

Jay pulled up to Wendy's and was going to go through the drive thru but your kids wanted to eat inside. He ordered 2 kids meals, a regular burger for him, and your favorite option. Every once in a while, Jay would look out of the window. The last couple of times, he looked up there was a black car with someone sitting in there parked. Jay didnt think anything of it, just thought he was waiting for someone. "JJ,"

Your son made Jay look from the window and to him. "What bub?"

Your son picked up a fry and ate it before talking to Jay. "You've been dating my mom for a long time right?"

Jay reached over, took one of his fries and ate it. "Yes,"

"Do you love her?"

"Of course, I do,"

"Then why don't you live with us and why have you asked her to marry you?"

Jay chuckled. "Its complicated bud,"

"No, it's not. My mom loves you. You love her. It shouldn't be hard,"

Jay looked at his favorite kids both of them and thought it wasn't complicated. He loved you and you loved him. He wanted nothing more than to spend time with you and the kids and honestly couldn't think of anyone who he rather be with. "Alright, I will talk to her,"

Your son looked at Jay. "On second thought, let me talk to her. I have her wrapped around my finger,"

Jay smiled and busted out laughing. "True. Let's clean up and go get your mom,"

----

At the time, he pulled up at your work he didn't notice that a car was following him. He pulled up in a parking spot and parked. He turned to look at the kids and notice that the same car from Wendy's drove past his truck and parked. "Stay in here and watch your sister please,"

Jay opened his door, got of his truck and started walking towards the car but once the driver say Jay, he sped off. Jay had managed to take a picture of his plates. He walked back to his truck and got in. He pulled out his phone out of his pocket and called Jin. "What's up, Halstead?"

"Do me a favor?"

"Last time you did he a favor, it got me in trouble,"

"I just need you to run plates of a car that's been stalking me and Y/N's kids,"

Jin sighed. "Alright, what is it?"

Jay looked up from his phone and saw you look into the back of the truck. "Hi babies,"

"Hi mommy!"

Jay looked up from his phone and saw you looking at your kids. "Hey baby,"

Jay leaned over and kissed you. "Hi,"

---

Jay drove you and the kids to your house and once inside the kids run to your son's room to play. You and Jay were standing in the kitchen while you were about to start dinner. "So I was wondering something,"

You didn't look at Jay as you answered. "What about?"

"Uhm, Y/S/N asked me why you guys were living with me,"

You turned around and faced Jay. "And you were gonna ask me if we can move in together,"

Before Jay could answer he could answer, his phone beep and looked at it. "Hold on it's Jin,"

Jay looked back up from his phone and showed you the picture. "Do you know this guy?"

You looked at the screen and nodded. Yeah, that's my ex. Y/S/N and Y/D/N's dad. Why?"

Jay nodded. "That explains it,"

You looked at Jay confused. "Explains what?"

Jay had glanced out of the kitchen window when he saw the same black car that's been following him all day. "You got to be kidding me,"

Jay ignored your question and walked out the door and you saw him walked down your front steps and towards a car as the driver walked over and it was your ex. "Kids stay inside!"

By the time you had gotten outside, Jay had him pushed up against his car door. "You can't touch me like this, I'm gonna call the cops if you don't like me go,"

You walked up behind Jay and placed a hand on Jay's back. "Go away. He's a cop. Or well a detective and his boss is someone you don't want to mess with and messing with Jay is messing with his boss. Now what's up? Jay release him,"

Your ex looked between you and him. Jay looked at you. "This prick has been following your kids all day,"

You looked at your ex. "You've been following my kids?"

"Its been almost 3 years. I haven't seen Y/S/N since he was 2 and havent seen Y/D/N ever,"

You felt your anger start bubbling up. "That's when you come and talk to me,"

"I knew you would said no,"

"So you think that's a okay reason to stalk my kids?"

You looked over at Jay and Jay's face is full of rage. The most rage I have ever said. One wrong word and he'll explode. "They're my kids too,"

There it is. That one stupid thing. Jay pushed me back and grabbed ahold of your ex but slammed him against the car and Jay gets in his face. Not even gonna lie, that had turned you on. "They're you're kids? Your kids? You lost that privilege to call them that when you LEFT THEM without any warning. Those kids in that house are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me and so his their mom. I could NEVER picture leaving them and that thought just breaks myheart. They are my kids. They're not your kids. Back off!"

You looked at Jay and smile the biggest you have ever smiled. This is the man that has your entire heart. The man you envision spending the rest of your life with.

Your ex looked at you. "Talk to your man. He isn't the father,"

You looked at Jay then back to your ex. "You are right. He isn't the father but he is damn sure the daddy. This man right here was there for me when I was hospitalized due to being deathly sick. He took the kids when I was in the hospital and watched them for me. He was there when y/d/n was in the hospital because the doctors fucked up while I was giving birth. He didn't run. He stayed with me through EVERY up and EVERY down. He embraced the kids as his own. If you want to see our kids,"

You pointed at Jay and yourself. "Take me to court. Now get the fuck off my property,"

He looked at you for a second and then get in his car and left. You grabbed Jay's hand and walked inside the house. "The answer is yes but we're getting a different house,"

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