Hey! Would you be willing to write a fic or head cannon on how Ruhn would react to being mated to someone who is the complete opposite of him? Like maybe she is introverted and enjoys reading on the weekends instead of partying or something? If not that's okay! Hope you have a great day!
Opposites Attract
Ruhn x reader
Notes: I am 100% the opposite of Ruhn and will always be the friend that picks staying home over going out. Books over bars am i right guys
Warnings: none
The two of you met by chance. You hadn’t been paying attention while walking to work and bumped into Ruhn
He caught you when you tripped over your feet and then you apologized a million times. The moment your eyes locked the bond was instant. “I thought it was a myth.” Ruhn whispered. From there you took things slow even though the two of you fell hard for each other
You liked hanging out at your place better than Ruhn’s
It’s not that you didn’t like the frat house, you were just more comfortable in your own space
You liked staying home anyway. Everything you need is there
Ruhn didn’t mind staying at your place. He would cook you dinner, cuddle and watch movies without interruption
As your relationship progressed Ruhn was happy he could feel your comfort and happiness down the bond
It wasn’t like people didn’t know about you. You hadn’t been on double dates with Hunt and Bryce. Been to dinner with his friends and all that
But there was a part of Ruhn that felt like he was disappointing you
“Are you sure you don’t want to go out tonight?” Ruhn asked while you cuddled on your couch. “Yeah,” your eyes never leaving the TV. “If you want to go out please, don’t let me stop you.” Tilting your head back you smile at your mate
Ruhn turned off the TV, sitting up to face you. “Y/n be honest with me. Do you not like being with me?” The sadness in his voice broke your heart. Cupping his cheeks you shake your head. “Not at all baby, no. Ruhn how could you think that?” Ruhn lets out a shaky breath. “You never want to go out. And we never go to my place, why?” You hug him tight. “It has never been because of you. I just get anxious in new spaces and I don’t like partying. I’d much rather be here with you.”
After that conversation Ruhn became more understanding with you liking your space
Ruhn is a tad bit clingy but you love it
He’s always torn between going out and staying with you. How could he possible leave his beautiful mate at home?!
While he goes out you like your alone time. You chat with your friends, read, or watch TV
The first time Ruhn came home from a boys night he stumbled into your house very, very drunk
It was kinda cute because he was so happy to see you
“My love! My mate, the light of my life, I missed you!” He flops on the bed next to you, staring at you with big eyes. “My friends aren’t as fun as you,” he whispered, making you giggle. Ruhn pulls you to his chest letting out a hum. “I feel much better now. My heart hurt without you.”
You started going more places with Ruhn, trying to get comfortable with the attention that came with being the crown prince’s mate
When you didn’t like a place Ruhn was very understanding about it
You weren’t a huge fan of bars or anything like that. It’s not that you didn’t see the appeal, it just isn’t for you
You eventually grew to being comfortable at Ruhn’s place, even staying the night
Staying for parties at the frat house was also something you grew to be comfortable with. Especially when Ruhn made it clear that his bedroom was your room too
He absolutely did not give 2 shits about how clean his room was until he met you
The first time you came over to spend the night at his place Ruhn was running around like a mad man to make it look like grown-ups lived here
Ruhn was def shoving all loose items in his closet (the only neat thing being his made bed) until Dec came to check on him
“Heyyy buddy, you good?” “NO! PLEASE help me, i have too much shit.”
Whenever you’re feeling tired or just done with the party you always sneak away to Ruhn’s room
He’s never far behind you
You get about 10 min of alone time before Ruhn comes in ready to cuddle
When he comes up drunk he’s adorable
“Bbaayyyybbyyyyyy, i missed you.” He flops on the bed, pulling his clothes off and snuggles into you before falling asleep
You def read while holding him
Drunk Ruhn can fall asleep with the lights on for sure
When he comes up not drunk he just dotes on you
If the music and crowd were too much he’s very gentle with you, rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your forehead while whispering sweet nothings
Description: Ruhn watches his son for the night while his wife gets a break and goes out with Bryce for drinks.
Warnings: Fluff and mentions drinking.
Ruhn Week Masterlist
Masterlist
Ruhn was wrapped around his son’s little finger. Luca, his now somewhat walking 10-month-old, now grinned with his bright violet eyes that matched his own covered in flour. Ruhn had no clue how his son had gotten into the flour that was supposed to be in the pantry three shelves up. He had only looked away to see the replay of the winning play for the Sunball game on TV. He mentally cursed himself for leaving his son to play with his blocks on the floor. He should have kept him on the couch with him. Now the Prince had to clean his son, the spilled flour, and pray his beautiful wife, y/n, did not notice they no longer had flour before he could replace it.
“Little Luca,” He softly scolded as his son’s little chubby hands patted the flour, making clouds of flour. “How did we manage this? I thought we would watch sun ball while Mama is away with Auntie Bryce?”
His son cooed in response. Ruhn picked up his mischievious son and walked to the bathroom. With a flick of his wrist, the bath filled with water as he pulled out a towel and diaper. He placed his son in the water once at a good level, but immediately, the water became cloudy with flour. Luca looked up at Ruhn with a pout.
“What did you enjoy being covered in flour?” Ruhn challenged. His son’s lip began to shake, and his little eyes silvering, “Oh, don’t cry, Lu. I have to get you cleaned up. Although you looked adorable, your mama would not be pleased. I have to do a good job looking after you without your mom. She needed some girl time.”
His son smiled when he heard Mama. He was going to be a mama’s boy, he could already tell. His son adored Y/n so much that it broke their hearts when he cried as she left with Bryce for the day. Speaking of y/n, she texted him as if she could sense Ruhn’s little slip-up.
He finished scrubbing the flour off of Luca and pulled him out of the tub, a bat-shaped hoodie towel wrapped around him. He opened his phone to see her message.
Y/n: Everything going okay?
Ruhn knew she couldn’t read minds, but maybe he had accidentally sent his emotions down the bond.
Ruhn: All is good, my Love. Enjoy your night!
Y/n: Okay, let me know if you need anything. My ringer is on.
Ruhn: Y/n
Y/n: I’m enjoying my night, but I'm just missing my boys.
Ruhn: I miss you too, beautiful. Luca misses you too but he says he wants Mommy to go party with Auntie Bryce.
Y/n: Our ten month old wants me to party?
Her amusement flowed through the bond. Ruhn smiled and looked at his son, who watched him with curious eyes, his onyx hair messily ruffled from Ruhn’s scrubbing.
Ruhn: Yep, that’s what he said
Y/n: Love you, you big goof.
Ruhn looked to their son again. “Alright Lu, I need to clean up the flour in the kitchen. I am going to put you in your high chair with a snack. Please don’t escape.” He placed the boy into the high chair with some yogurt puffs. His son made a noise of protest but did not knock the puffs on the floor. At least not yet.
Once he finally had the mess cleaned up, he looked over to see the puffs on the floor and his son no longer in the chair. Panic hit Ruhn. How could his little 10-month-old break out of his high chair?
“Luca,” he called, searching the kitchen. “Luca!”
He rushed to the family room to find him playing with his blocks.
“You are a little escape artist,” Ruhn comments as his son grins. “Is this why Mama is so stressed?”
His son let out a small laugh like his dad had said the funniest thing in the world. Ruhn sat down next to his son and stacked some blocks. Luca clapped as he built a small tower. Ruhn loved these moments with his son, maybe not the stress his little escape artist caused, but he loved these little moments of being a father.
Many hours later and many shots later Y/n came stumbling into the house to find the broom and dustpan, spilt yogurt puffs, and a small trail of flour leading to Luca’s bathroom. She shook her head, and a lazy smile was on her face.
“Ruhn?” she called but didn’t hear a response. She padded into the family room to find the cutest sight in the world. Ruhn laid asleep on the floor, blocks scattered everywhere; their son lay on top of his chest asleep with Ruhn’s hands protectively holding him. Y/n couldn’t help but take a picture. She sent it to Bryce with a thank you message. Her phone buzzed.
Bryce: So cute! It looks like Luca wore out Ruhn.
Y/n: There was an empty flour bag on the counter and a trail to the bathroom. I think Ruhn learned his son is mischievous.
Bryce: Mischief he got from you?
Y/n: Or Ruhn.
Bryce: Ha, sure. Night, enjoy your moment of quiet.
Y/n: Night
Y/n carefully pulled Luca from Ruhn’s hands and walked to his room. As she set the sleeping boy into the crib, she heard Ruhn stir and curse.
“Luca!” Ruhn called, barrelling into the room to find his wife placing his son in his crib. “Oh, thank gods.” He sighed.
“Fun night?” Y/n asked, raising her brow,, mischief twinkling in her eyes.
“Yeah, definitely,” Rihn sighed again and looked down at his sleeping son.
“Did he play in the flour, or did you?”
Ruhn mentally palmed as he realized he had forgotten to hide the evidence before falling asleep. “He moves so fast. I didn’t even see him run off, and next thing I knew, he was in the pantry playing in the spilt flour.”
She laughed, and Ruhn was stunned. He thought she would scold him for not keeping an eye on their son. “Your not mad?” he asked.
“Gods no,” she laughed, “our son has been causing me stress with his little escapes since he could crawl.”
He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. His wife wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly, “you did a good job. I had fun tonight with your sister.”
Ruhn leaned his head on the top of hers. “I’m glad. Can we have Bryce babysit next so we can have some time together next?” A wicked glint in his eyes.
“Time together?” she arched a brow. In response his hands slid down her body and squeezed her butt. She let out a quiet yelp and smacked Ruhn on the chest. “That’s what got us Luca. Time together.” she smirked at her husband.
“Maybe a sibling would help slow down his mischief.” He proposed shrugging. He pulled her out of their sons room and into the hallway toward their own room.
“Or his sibling could be just as mischievous and give us gray hairs.” She argued as Ruhn closed the door with his foot.
“We’re fae baby. We don’t get gray hairs until we are centuries older.”
She laughed. “Fine set it up with Bryce.” She agreed as Ruhn kissed her again.
“Remind me tomorrow morning,” he asked as his kisses traveled down her neck.
Hi so I was the one who asked for sunrise serenity and I loved it so much! Thank you for writing it! I had another small request if you don't mind.
So I'm someone who has like a bad habit of snapping my hair tie against my wrist and I was wondering if the reader could also have this habit? Maybe it gets so bad that there's like red marks and bumps on her skin and lots of bruises? I had a few people in mind for this so I was hoping you could choose between Ruhn, Azriel or Fenrys finding out about the readers habit and helping them by like offering and alternative or just finding out what causes it and helping reader? Sorry it's not very specific.
I hope you have a good day!
Hi love! Thank you, I'm glad you loved it and I'm happy to write this request💜 I hope you have a wonderful day as well
A/N: I know the association that some people have with this habit, so I am putting a warning here for self harm. Please don't read if this might bring up any harmful thoughts or memories for you
Habits
Ruhn Danaan x Reader
warnings: please read request and author's notes for info on potential triggers
Storming out of the Autumn King’s Villa, you embraced the feeling of the fresh air on your face, cooling the flush of your cheeks from the intense encounter you’d just had with the Autumn King. Ruhn’s comforting hand braced your lower back, circling in soothing motions as vicious thoughts eddied in your mind.
It wasn’t right for you to be more shaken than Ruhn - he was the one who had to deal with a revolting excuse for a father, and here he was comforting you, because you were weak. As your thoughts spiraled deeper and deeper, you reached for the rubber band beneath your jacket sleeve, snapping it against your skin.
The sting successfully brought you out of your thoughts, slightly dizzying pain pulling you to focus on your surroundings. Taking a deep breath, you turned to see Ruhn’s violet eyes studying you, concern written on his face. “What are you doing?” he whispered, glancing from your face to your wrist.
Instinctively, you shoved the fabric of your sleeve down, covering the hair tie. Huffing a breath, you bit your lip, cheeks flushing as you suddenly felt embarrassed under his scrutinizing gaze. Ruhn pulled you aside, gently taking your hand in his as he slowly lifted the sleeve, revealing bruises you hadn’t noticed before.
You swallowed, looking up to see the pain in Ruhn’s eyes as his fingers softly traced your wrist. “Why do you do this?” he questioned, so softly it hurt.
With a nervous glance around the empty street, you bit your lip as you considered the question. “It helps me, when I snap the hair tie... When I have bad thoughts. It helps ground me, if that makes sense.” Ruhn considered you for a long moment, eyes searching yours for any discomfort as he lifted your wrist to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there.
His eyes never left yours as he lowered your arm, hands moving to cup your cheeks as he gave you a soft smile. “I understand what it’s like, to have thoughts that you can’t bear. But I don’t want you hurting yourself over it. Can we think of some other options? Something else you could do when you’re having those thoughts?”
Your eyes lined with tears, lip wobbling as you embraced the feeling of his care and comfort, unlike that which you’d ever felt before. With a smile, Ruhn leaned forward to kiss you, arms wrapping around you in a long hug. You savored his warmth for a long time before pulling away, breaths coming easier than they had in a long time.
“If you want to, just text me. When you are having thoughts like that - just send me a message. It can be a picture, just nonsense typing on the keyboard, or tell me to call you. Whatever you want.” He watched you consider for a moment, before his eyes lit up and he pulled a small journal from his pocket. “This is my journal. You should take it - it’s small and easy to carry, so you can pull it out and write or draw, whatever you want.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, heart swelling with gratitude that you had finally found someone who understood. Someone who wasn’t trying to change you, but simply be there for you.
Ruhn took your hand, the two of you meandering down the sidewalk towards your home. “Whatever you need, we will work through together,” he promised, leaving a kiss to your hair as you leaned into his side. Clutching the leather-bound journal in your hand, feeling his warmth against your body, you sighed with contentment as you realized that you believed him.
Loved your Azriel work! Could you maybe do a sleepy reader x Ruhn?
Party Naps
Ruhn x reader
Notes: thank you anon! Btw I’m so sorry I haven’t been super active but I’m going to try to post more.
Warnings: none
You don’t know what was wrong with you today. Ever since you woke up all you could think about was going back to bed.
Sitting at your desk the only way you got through the work day was thinking about being wrapped up in Ruhn’s arms again. How warm his body is and his fingers running through your hair. You found yourself shaking your head and blinking furiously to stay awake.
Instead of coming home to a calm quiet house you found Ruhn and the boys setting up. You forgot Friday night was party night. You mentally groaned, hopefully loud enough for Ruhn to hear.
Trudging upstairs without saying hello you make your way to your and Ruhn’s bedroom. Collapsing on the bed you feel the exhaustion leave your body. You give up on trying to close your eyes and roll out of bed to get ready for the party. Not like you could sleep through the noise anyway. Not without Ruhn.
Four agonizing hours. People talking, dancing, drinking, and taking your boyfriend’s attention from you. You were beyond agitated. And being agitated and tired is not a good mix for you.
Ruhn gently takes your hand, pulling you over to the couch. You snuggle into his side as he wraps a comforting arm around your shoulder. Resting your head on Ruhn’s shoulder your eyelids become heavy, finally closing after being forced open all day.
“Tired, love?” He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Mmhh,” you nod, snuggling further into his warm body. “Why didn’t you say something?” Ruhn asks with a sweet laugh that’s like music to your ears, a sweet lullaby in this instance.
“Been exhausted all day. Just wanted you.” You mumble. Ruhn pulls you into his lap, resting your head in the crook of his neck. You inhale his familiar soothing scent. Ruhn’s fingers come to gently run through your hair. You feel yourself drifting off. The music and chatter of everyone in the house fading away now that you’re in Ruhn’s arms.
Ruhn smiles at you. “Sleep, my love. I got you,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your head. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, safe in your mates arms.
If the Ruhn request is still available I’d love to see something Ruhn x reader where the reader is Flynn’s sister 👀
Note: I love brothers best friend trope especially with Ruhn. He’s the perfect fit and everything a big brother would want you away from 🫠
Warnings: suggestive, some fighting
You are so different from Flynn and Sathia. Where they’re social people and strong and loud you tend to mind your business and hate people
You do what your parents ask of you because you’d rather not hear their bitching that you don’t do your royal duties
You’re rarely seen though. You like keeping the people of Lunathion on their toes and being the mysterious Lady Flynn
It’s funny to hear the rumors
And contrary to the rumors you are close to both of your siblings and are bonded with them in your own special way
Flynn likes to take you out and break the rules. Mostly by taking you to places you shouldn’t be like the club
Sathia is secretly a movie/musical buff and you two enjoy having sister movie night, especially when you guys pick an animated movie from your childhood
You two never watch in the theater room tho. No, you guys like to be comfy in bed and watch in one of your bedrooms
One of the times Flynn breaks you out he takes you to a party at the house. You thought you guys were going to the club, not some stupid party at his house. What are you supposed to do? Sit in the corner and watch your brother try and pick up girls as you avoid all his gross furniture?
That’s when you finally get one on one time with Ruhn
He slides in next to you and tries to flirt but you just kill every attempt. Until he says a joke that he didn’t even realized escaped his mouth that made you cry laughing
“See, you are funny when you don’t try too hard Prince.” Ruhn smiles down at you and it’s like he was seeing you in a new light. At formal gatherings you were always wound so tight and quiet. You’re so different away from the weight of the world and Ruhn wants to see it more
After that night you and Ruhn started sneaking around
Going on secret dates, you would sleep over without Flynn knowing and Ruhn would sneak into your bedroom to sleep over
He wants to love you publicly and show you off but you don’t want to give your parents the satisfaction of knowing the Prince of the Valbaran Bae is head over heels for you (and you’re insanely in love with him too)
There’s also Ruhn’s father to think about. He wants to keep you safe from him and Ruhn doesn’t want you to feel bad or intimidated about loving him
The two of you were flawless about keeping your relationship a secret
You’ve been running around for two years. Taking precautions on date nights by going outside the city. Making sure your scents are never that strong on each other
Ruhn absolutely has secret tattoos just for you
And when your relationship does go public he gets your name tattooed on him
But of course, you get busted by a drunken Flynn
You and Ruhn had snuck upstairs one night during a party bc you wanted some alone time. Ruhn’s pants were halfway off and you had abandoned your clothes -minus your bra and underwear- the second Ruhn shut the door
You screamed and jumped away from Ruhn, covering yourself as Flynn stared at the two of you dumbfounded and he started making weird, deep yelling noises
His “date” ran back downstairs
“MY SISTER! ARE YOU FOR REAL!” “Flynn, I can explain.” Ruhn tried but Flynn didn’t want to listen. Instead he flung himself at your boyfriend and neither held back their punches of their words
Man whore was thrown around quite a bit
Once you got dressed and managed to pull them off of each other with Dec’s help you gave them a stern talking to
“Flynn, you have to be ok with this. Because I’m not dumping him.” You said sternly. “And I’m not leaving her. Ever.” Ruhn’s voice was quiet and sincere. His blue-violet eyes only for you as he took your hands in his tattooed ones
“Fine.” Flynn begrudgingly agreed. “But you have to tell mom and dad.” You reluctantly agreed to that and asked for a week
Once the news was out there was no getting away from tabloids and paparazzi
Your parents were overjoyed. “The prince,” your mother fawned. “The prince and my daughter! Oh we have to have him and the king over for dinner.”
And boy was it a dinner
Lord and Lady Flynn pulled out all the stops. Only the best for the king and their daughters (hopeful) in law
Ruhn arrived before his dad with flowers for you, your mother, and sister and a bottle of scotch from the kings collection
Ruhn secretly and desperately wanted to impress them and show your parents that he is the best partner for their daughter
Another year passed and you and Ruhn were so happy, it’s like the rest of the world didn’t matter
His father was pushing him to marry already but Ruhn wanted to do that on his own time
Ruhn did buy your ring on your first anniversary tho. He’s just been waiting for the perfect moment since
It’s hard to find or make the perfect moment with you when every second he’s with you life is perfect
Hi! I’m the anon the asked about the pregnancy request! I’d love to request one with Ruhn. I feel like he would be an amazing dad!
The reader has been having pregnancy symptoms like morning sickness, cravings, etc. she doesn’t even think she might be pregnant and Ruhn doesn’t consider it either because of what the oracle told him. Either Dec and Flynn or Bryce and Hunt (or whoever you want) bring up that maybe she might be pregnant to Ruhn or her. Their reactions are up to you. I just think after Ruhn thinking he would never have kids it would be great. 😅
Baby?
Ruhn x reader
A/n: He would be so happy to be a dad and I hope he and Lidia can have a kid of their own one day
Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of vomit
Ruhn did a double take as he walked past you. “Hey y/n/n, what ya got there?” He raised an eyebrow at the wild sandwich you were putting together. You look up at him, knife in hand floating above the toasted bread. “A sandwich.” You murmur, a slight blush at being caught.
Your mate hummed taking in all the ingredients you have laid out on the counter. “Cream cheese, turkey, pickles, and Solas, I don’t even want to name everything else.” He joked. You throw a pickle at him, “Let me eat in peace asshole,” you giggle.
Throwing the pickle back at you he makes his way to stand next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Ok, ok, make your crazy whatever this is.” “Thank you,” you kiss his lips and shoo him away.
The next morning Ruhn wakes up to the sound of you being sick in the bathroom. He flings himself out of bed to be by your side, knowing how much you hate being sick. Pulling your hair back Ruhn lays a tattooed hand gently on your back, rubbing in soothing circles.
When you’re finally done you lean back against him, your eyes closed and trying to calm yourself. Ruhn helps you stand, guiding you over to the sink to rinse out your mouth. “You ok, baby?” You nod, holding your face under the faucet gulping water and spitting it out. Resting your face in your hands you take in deep breathes, “Solas, that was fucking awful. What the hell did I eat?”
Ruhn bit back his laugh thinking back to the monstrosity you made for lunch yesterday. “And don’t bring up my sandwich. It was good.” You say, reading his mind. Ruhn goes back to rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. Kissing the back of your head he murmurs, “Come on you, lets get you back to bed,”
Leaving you with a few slices of toast, ice water, and a forehead kiss Ruhn leaves you to rest.
Hours later Bryce comes in the house to find her mate lazing about with her brother and the rest of the frat pack. Looking around for you Bryce purses her lips curiously. “Where’s y/n?” Hunt rushes over to her, embracing his mate like he hasn’t seen her all day. “She’s in bed, she was sick this morning.” Ruhn said with a small frown.
“Oh, I’ll go check on her.” Bryce gives Hunt one more kiss before untangling herself from his grasp. Bryce raced up the stairs, gently knocking on the door to Ruhn’s bedroom. “Come in,” you grumble, rising up on your elbows. The sight of Bryce’s wine red hair brings a smile to your face. Bryce plops down next to you, “How are you babe?”
You let out an exaggerated groan, burying your face in your pillow. “I feel like shit. I’ve been sick all morning and I am so fucking exhausted.” Bryce narrowed her eyes at you letting out a small hum. You could see the gears turning in Bryce’s clever mind. “Do you…are you pregnant?” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head at the question. Pregnant? But the Oracle…didn’t she tell Ruhn he wouldn’t have kids or something?
“No. There’s no way. Right?” You say quickly. “Let me call Hypaxia. She’ll be able to help.” Bryce quickly whips out her phone to call Hypaxia.
The Witch quickly entered the house, passing the boys without a word, ignoring Ruhn’s questions about you. Entering the bedroom she gives you the brightest smile. Putting her hands over her heart she makes her way over to the bed. “You think you’re pregnant,” Hypaxia coos at you.
“Yeah,” you say with an equally bright smile, pressing your hands against your cheeks. You move to the middle of the bed, Bryce holding your hand while Hypaxia kneels next to you, holding her glowing hands over your exposed tummy.
Full of worry, Ruhn couldn’t just sit here and mindlessly chat with his friends. If Hypaxia were here, and speeding up to you, did that mean you were really sick? It was rare for fae to get really sick. Was Ruhn missing the early signs of a bad illness? Standing abruptly Ruhn quickly made his way upstairs.
Opening the door he found the three of you on the bed, smiling like giddy school girls with tears falling down your and Bryce’s cheeks. So not severely ill then? Ruhn cleared his throat, all three of your heads whipping toward him. Bryce and Hypaxia looked at you, nodding at them they both slip off the bed walking past Ruhn giving him a knowing smile.
You wave him over and Ruhn wastes no time rushing to your side. Ruhn brings his hand to cradle your cheeks. His vibrant blue eyes scanning your face for any signs of sickness. “I know what you’re thinking, I could feel you through the bond. I promise there is nothing to worry about. Well not yet,” you joke. Ruhn title his head in curiosity. Taking one of his hands you rest it on your still exposed tummy.
Sending a wave of love down the bond you smile up at Ruhn. “I’m pregnant, my love.” You whisper. A joyous laugh leaves Ruhn’s lips, silver lining his eyes. “You-you’re really,” he can’t get the words out. The bond overwhelmed with joy coming from both of you. Ruhn pulls you to his chest, holding the back of your head as he burys his face in the crook of your neck.
Pulling away he gently lays you down, now hyper aware of the little life growing inside you. As he stares down at your still flat stomach he places a hand over his mouth. “I’m gunna be a dad. We’re gunna be parents.” You cover his hand that still hasn’t left your stomach, nodding your head against the pillow. “Yeah,” you whisper, still in disbelief.
Notes: Happy last day of @ruhnweek ! For Ruhn’s fall from grace I thought what would cause him to be disowned. Could he finally have partied too hard? Spent too much of daddy’s money? But none of that would piss the Autumn King off or make him pay attention to Ruhn. What would really piss the Autumn King off is if Ruhn started getting into politics, shadowing his father, attending important meetings.
Getting into a large disagreement about how to rule the Valbaran and Avallen Fae, the Autumn King casts his son out. Angry and on his own, Ruhn leaves Lunathion with his most loyal subjects following him. Establishing his new rule in the north, just outside of Nena, the rogue prince starts his campaign for his father’s throne. Ruhn is looking for alliances, even if it means getting married. The prince will go to any lengths to take down his father.
Warnings: none
Watching the snow covered country side blur past the car window you fidget with the fur gloves in your hands. Your winter ensemble was fit for a princess, which made sense, as you were going to be one in a week.
The maid had dressed you in a snow blue dress, heeled boots of the same color. Diamonds dangled from your ears with the matching pendant around your neck. The set was a gift from Ruhn, along with the promise of a ring to match.
You had been counting down the minutes until you would arrive at King Ruhn’s stronghold. Once a headquarters for the Asteri they abandoned, Ruhn thought it the perfect place to take up residence. It was out of reach from his father and any unwanted visitors would surely die of frostbite or hypothermia if they didn’t travel in from the main road, which was heavily guarded.
You were getting closer now. The increase of military vehicles on the side of the road gave away your proximity. When Ruhn left Lunathion he took a good chunk of the Aux and the 33rd with him. Once the news broke of the war between the king and his son more defected to his side, including some of the Asteri’s army.
Whether the Asteri sent the soldiers or not remained a mystery to the public. Questions ran through your mind when your parents told you they were allying with Ruhn. Would the Asteri let this happen? Would the fae and the city change for the better? You had even more questions when they told you you’d be his bride.
You had no issue about marrying Ruhn, besides the fact that your parents just gave you up without warning. Ruhn wasn’t cruel or crazy. You had never really thought he was serious about ruling in all honesty.
Your family was the wealthiest and oldest fae families after Ruhn’s. They had power and influence, everything the new king was looking for. Clearly your parents liked his idea of ruling better than the Autumn King’s. Otherwise you’d still be at home in the city, not hiding away in the country side.
The car pulled to a stop a little ways away from the entrance, parking near a row of military vehicles. Your nerves had your stomach in knots. Taking a deep breath you slip your gloves back on in anticipation of the few minutes you’d be outdoors.
“Ready?” Your mother asks enthusiastically. Shooting her a nasty scowl you open the door, sliding out of the black SUV.
Looking around you spot angels and fae dressed in thick winter wear, checking crates and cars, standing guard armed with guns and knives strapped to their thighs.
The old metal doors creaked open, catching your attention. A familiar looking red headed female makes her way over to you, her smile dazzling and welcoming. “Hello, I’m Bryce Quinlan, the king’s second hand.” She said in greeting, clearly very pleased with what her brother is doing. “You must be y/n. I’m here to take you to Ruhn.” You slightly bow to her, “It’s wonderful to meet you Bryce. Thank you for greeting us.”
“Come, I don’t want to keep him. The King has a packed schedule unfortunately today so you might not see him again until dinner.” Bryce turns to lead you and your parents into the stronghold.
Walking through the halls you expected the place to be more run down. It was quite the opposite, everything was polished and pristine. Everything was updated to be more modern looking from the flooring to the first lights.
Before you knew it you were all entering the “throne room”. Bryce had used air quotes when describing it because it wasn’t exactly that. More of a meeting room with a slightly larger chair for Ruhn. He was intent on an ostentatious display of power. You figured it was to not be anything like his father, which you respected him for.
Bryce cleared her throat, breaking up the conversation between Ruhn and three males you didn’t know. The one with angel wings gave the princess a loving look, only snapping on a cold look when he realized the company she was with.
The three males stood to the side, leaving the dark mysterious prince and you to just stare at each other. You couldn’t help but be captivated by his beauty. You’d only ever seen pictures of him on your phone and thought he was hot. Up close was something else. Ruhn’s blue eyes sparkled as they roved your body as your own took in each of his exposed tattoos and muscles outlined by his tight shirt.
Remembering your position you cleared your throat dipping into a small curtesy. “It’s an honor to meet you, your grace.” You didn’t know if he preferred prince or king. Ruhn, a slight smirk pulling at his full lips, bowed his head. “It’s an honor to meet you, y/n. I also want to thank you for agreeing to this, and for your support.”
“Of course,” you respond quietly. You could feel your parents staring intensely at the back of your head making your nerves return. It seemed Ruhn could sense your discomfort. Standing taller, commanding the attention of the Ruhn, all eyes went to him. “Could I have a moment alone with my bride-to-be,” he phrased it as more of a command than a question.
The three nameless males nodded along with Bryce, leaving with your parents in tow. Your mother seemed reluctant to leave you alone with Ruhn. Not for safety concerns, more because she was nosy and wanted to control the situation.
Once the doors shut and you were alone together you felt more relaxed. A shyness you had never felt before in your life took over, making your cheeks heat. Ruhn approached you, pulling out a chair for you from the long meeting table. “Thank you,” you whispered, taking a seat.
Sitting next to you he gives you a reassuring smile. “I know our marriage is not something you anticipated or even wanted. It’s a sacrifice whether you think so or not, and I will do everything in my power to make this as easy for you as possible. If there is anything you want or need please don’t be afraid to ask.” The sincerity in his voice made your heart soar.
When contemplating an arranged marriage by your parents you had always pictured them choosing a male who was stuck up and in his own world. While Ruhn is in his own world there is a kindness to him you’ve never seen in other males.
Ruhn continued asking you questions about yourself. What you went to school for, your interests, favorite foods, stuff like that. Before you knew it over an hour had passed. Staring at the clock you slightly jolted, remembering Bryce saying Ruhn had a busy schedule. “What is it?” Ruhn asks, worry lacing his tone.
“Oh, umm Bryce said you have a busy day and I didn’t mean to keep you this long,” that shyness came creeping back in, a blush dusting your cheeks again. Ruhn smiles sweetly at you. “Don’t worry about it. I am prince of this place, remember.” He teases with a raised brow, his piercing glinting in the sunlight coming through the tall windows.
“I don’t want to stress you out by thinking you’re keeping me.” He says, standing from the table and holding out his hand for you. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” You laced your fingers with his, letting Ruhn pull you along.
As he gave you a history of the stronghold you let your mind wander. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. Ruhn seemed to want to get to know you and he was quite charming. With time maybe your relationship can grow into something…more.
Description: Ruhn is a parent and takes his son is on a Little Sunball league. Ruhn gets a little protective when the referee doesn't make good calls. Y/n teases him about the players being toddlers.
A/N: This reminded me so much of when I used to play basketball, and my dad and some of my teammates dads' used to get so angry at the refs for not making good calls 😂
Warnings: Language, overprotective parents
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Ruhn Danaan never thought he would have kids. When his son, Luca, was born, his whole world changed for that mischievous little boy. He was not naughty, just very playful, and had a lot of energy. Ruhn suggested to his wife, y/n, that he put him in a little sunball. Well, it was Ithan’s idea after Ruhn had vented to Tristan, Dec, Hunt, Tharion and Ithan that his son had somehow managed to climb all the way up to top shelf of the pantry and knock over almost everything in the pantry to reach the cheesy puffs during guys night.
Y/n thought it was a good idea and would help burn off some of his energy, especially now that they had a second child to care for, Lorin, his beautiful baby girl. She was currently resting on his chest in her baby carrier. Like her brother and father, she had bright violet-blue eyes and onyx hair; her cute little nose and pout were all y/n’s. Thankfully, she seemed to calm her brother’s storm of energy.
The ever so mighty Starborn Prince, Commander of the Aux, wore a Little Sunny cap, his son’s team name, and a black t-shirt. He wore sunglasses and was currently fuming at the referee's poor call of judgment as a kid accidentally knocked his son over.
“Come on, ref!” He shouted, his daughter stirring a bit, “he pushed him.”
The ref gestured that he didn’t see that before reaming to oversee the game.
“You suck, ref!” He snarled, and the referee shot him with a warning look. Y/n smacked her husband's shoulder in a matching hat and a blue sundress.
“Ruhn, it’s the little league. They are all wobbling toddlers.” She scolded as she watched Luca run with his little legs gripping the sun ball tightly before tripping on his feet. She grimaced at the fall, “That’s okay, baby! Shake it off!” she encouraged her son as he rose, his little bottom lip wobbling.
Ruhn’s chest squeezed at the sad look, and he stood to go grab him. But then Luca started running after the dropped ball again, acting as if nothing had happened. “Tough kid,” Tristan noted as he sat down in the bleachers, popcorn in hand. Dec and Mark followed after him, handing Ruhn his beer and y/n her soda. Bryce and Hunt arrived next with Little Sunnies hats on.
“How’s the team doing?” Hunt asked as he watched one of Luca’s teammates score.
“3-1,” Y/n reported.
“How’s the coach doing?” Tristan smirked as he saw Ithan, the Little Sunnies' coach, try to wrangle ten toddlers.
“He’s struggling, but Tharion seems to be enjoying being assistant coach,” Ruhn notes, seeing the male hand orange slices to one of the players and giving him a high five as Ithan grips his clipboard in frustration.
The group laughed at the sight before returning to the game. “Luca has the ball!” Mark announces.
“Go, Luca!” they all shout as he runs to the goal just to be pushed by an opponent.
“The fuck!” Tristan swears, and Bryce, Lyra, and the other parents shoot him a look. “That kid pushed him!” He argues, pointing to where Luca lay in the grass, stunned.
Once again, the ref didn’t say anything, so Ruhn, the ever-protective father, cupped his mouth. “That’s a foul ref!” The ref looked at him with irritation.
“Ruhn, you’re going to get us kicked out,” Y/n hissed.
“No, he needs to use his eyes!” Ruhn jeered.
“Get some glasses, ref!” Tristan joined.
Dec and Mark just shook their heads at the poor play.
“This ref has been calling bad calls all morning!” Ruhn pouted.
“They are toddlers, Ruhn. This isn’t the big league.” She scolds him as he continues to pout. Lorin wiggled in the carrier but still slept peacefully as if her father wasn’t about to go to war with a Little League referee. Luca got up once again.
“Good job, Luca!” Y/n encouraged.
The buzzer rang for halftime, and the kids ran into their huddle. Tharion high-fived them all, and then Ithan began his speech of encouragement. The kids just kicked the dirt with their little cleats and threw orange slices at each other. Ithan tried to get them to stop to no avail. His friends laughed, and Ithan shot them a look to stop.
Then the ref, a deer shifter, approached Ruhn and said, “Dude, I need you to stop yelling, or I will be forced to eject you from the game.”
Ruhn gawked at the shifter, “Are you serious? I just watched my kid get pushed twice and saw you give fouls to our team when they push someone.”
“Sir,” the shifter says, “I am doing my best. If you want to ref, by all means, become a ref. Final warning.” The male left before Ruhn could speak.
Bryce, ever the instigator, tsked at him, shaking her head in mock disapproval. “Control yourself.”
“That’s what I told him, but he won’t listen. He’s going to get himself banned.” Y/n states, shaking her head.
The second half begins, and Luca finally scores a point. “Yes, that’s my son!” Ruhn cheers, fist-bumping every parent. And his friends. But then the ref blows, saying the play was no good and that Luca was out of bounds. Y/n who was staying calm finally released her temper, “Are you, serious ref! He was not out of bounds! Get your head out of your ass!” The ref pointed to her and held up a card, symbolizing her to leave.
“Leave my field!” The ref said.
“No!” the y/n argued, sitting down, arms crossed. I am going to watch my son.”
“Behave then or leave,” the ref said. And she turned his back to her. Y/n childishly stuck her tongue out at the male.
Ruhn shot her a look and mocked in a high-pitched voice, “They are toddlers! This is the little league!” She shoved him lightly, not trying to wake her daughter.
“Ass,” she mumbles.
Then Luca shocked them all as he snatched the ball from an opponent and ran to the other side. One of the opposing team's defenders who had pushed Luca last time shoved him to the ground again. Luca didn’t stay on the ground this time. He rose and pushed the kid to the ground. An audible gasp came from the crowd. But his parents, aunt, and uncles cheered, “yeah, that’s what you get!” Y/n shouted.
The ref pointed to the group to leave as he handed Luca a foul card. “Nah, come on Luca,” Y/n shouted to her son, who ran quickly to her. She lifted him.
“You did good, baby!” She told him.
“Yeah, this ref is just a big meany,” Ruhn says; he wanted to call the ref an even fouler name but kept it PG for his impressionable son.
Once the two arrived, the group strode out of the field and into the cars to wait for Ithan and Tharion.
“Good news and bad news,” Ithan says once he high-fived Luca. Lorin was wide awake and happily cooed at her dad as he made funny faces at her. “The good news is we won, and the bad news is you are all banned from the Little League for a month.”
Tristan whistled, “Wow, that is so dramatic.”
“Whatever, we’ll find some other sport for him. These refs are too power hungry,” Y/n rolled her eyes in disgust at the news.
