#declan Emmett

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Ithan, Flynn, Declan and Tharion all share one braincell between them, and it's most commonly used by Dec (who only has it because he borrowed it from his boyfriend Marc, the only one with any common sense). Ithan's only ever used it once. Tharion has never used it ever.

[theladyofbloodshed]

Chapter 3 - Ruhn: Nesta's 25? she should be at the club

The phone vibrating on the bedside table told Ruhn Danaan three things. One – he was late. Two – the mirthroot that Flynn had bought was more potent than first thought. Three – there was a snoring faun next to him.

Ruhn leaned over her bare body to reach his cell. He’d missed the call. And six others. Plus a couple of texts.

Hunt Athalar.

Hunt Athalar.

Hunt Athalar.

‘Stalked by the Umbra Mortis,’ he groaned, flopping back against the pillows. Micah’s insistence that heads of the city’s departments should exchange contact information was proving more of a ball ache than anything.

The faun beside him – Ruhn couldn’t remember her name – stirred then blinked at him with bleary eyes. They’d had fun last night. Well, as much as Ruhn could remember.

He hit the shower, hoping she might find her way out to avoid the awkward exchange, but when he came to his room with a towel around his hips, the faun was still perched on the edge of the bed.

‘I have some, er, aux work to do. I’ll pay for your cab home.’

Her mouth twisted. ‘You can’t remember my name, can you?’

Ruhn flicked his tongue against his lip ring, stalling for time.

The doorbell rang. Over and over, somebody was buzzing at the door and Ruhn had a good idea who.

‘Official aux business,’ he said, ushering her down the stairs despite her muttering under her breath about him being an asshole.

A storm by the name of Hunt Athalar loomed on the stoop. He took a step back before the faun barrelled into him.

‘Seriously?’

It wasn’t Athalar who spoke but the pretty blonde that Ruhn had met a couple of days earlier. Her arms were folded across her chest. The fae look of you’re-a-worthless-piece-of-shit had been perfected on her features.

‘I need to work,’ said Hunt, turning to her and grazing his knuckles down her arm.

‘I am not a child, Hunt. I will manage a day without your company.’

He winced. ‘Nesta, you can’t cross a road without help.’

Her expression stiffened into stone.

Hunt’s wings spread out, veiling them, but not muffling the sound.

‘Hey. I care about what happens to you. Danaan won’t let anything bad happen. I’ll swing by when I’m done. Buy more cookie dough. Watch a movie.’

Ruhn couldn’t stop himself from frowning. This fallen angel was better known for gutting his enemies, not getting cosy with females and watching movies.

‘Answer your cell when I call,’ said Hunt, turning to look at him. Lightning wreathed his hands in warning. ‘Put some clothes on too. Ruhn – no shit today.’

In answer, he gave a lazy salute. The angel clenched his jaw, but didn’t pass comment. He turned to leave, touching Nesta on the shoulder as he departed, before bolting into the sky.

‘Welcome to my humble abode, Nesta Archeron.’

The place was usually a mess, but under her scrutiny, it seemed worse than usual. Ruhn was painfully aware of the peeling, graffitied wallpaper, the scrunched-up beer cans littering the stained carpet and the stench of smoke and alcohol clinging to the walls. The ashtrays were overflowing. A photo of a naked female was tacked to the dartboard with a dart piercing her head. Nesta peered over his shoulder to look into the living room where Flynn was naked and unconscious on the couch then her lip curled with disgust.

Ruhn guided her through the house, picking up discarded beer bottles along the way. Well, even if she wasn’t from Midgard, Nesta maintained the same stuck-up aura as other fae. He could imagine her and Sathia Flynn looking down their noses at one of the lace doily infested tea-houses the fae liked to frequent.

‘Do you engage in such activities every day?’

‘Not every day,’ he replied. Most nights though. And most nights Ruhn would wake up with a gorgeous female beside him with no memory of her name – but he usually sent them home happy. He had a reputation in the city, but it wasn’t a bad one.

‘Hello.’ Dec sat on a stool in the kitchen, already clicking away on his laptop. ‘You’re the fae who fell from space.’

‘Nesta,’ she replied tightly.

Dec held out a hand for her which she tentatively took to shake.

The three of them sipped at coffee in a painful silence once Ruhn had dressed. Dec kept throwing glances his way to encourage him to say something but Nesta had already made her opinion of him – and his home – clear from the pinched expression.

‘Do you need sugar for your coffee, Nesta?’

At Dec’s question, Nesta’s lips parted. ‘It can have sugar?’

‘Sure. And milk.’ Dec pulled open the fridge to sniff the milk. He retched. ‘We don’t have milk.’

Nesta frowned again. ‘How old are you?’

‘We’re only seventy-five.’

Her brows raised again. ‘Only.’

For an unknown reason, Hunt Athalar had taken a liking to this female who had a stick up her ass so Ruhn didn’t want a target on his back for cutting her loose in the city. It would be long fucking day babysitting her. Ruhn glanced down at his cell. A message from his father flashed on the screen. As if the day couldn’t get any worse.

‘What do you like to do, Nesta?’

She glanced around the kitchen at the piles of dishes in the sink and the overflowing bin. ‘To read.’

Thank Luna.

‘How would you like to see Lunathion’s library?’ 

She jumped off the stool as if sitting on it had been a punishment. Dec had probably cleaned them once or twice. He hadn’t. Flynn didn’t know what a sponge was.

Just as Ruhn thought of his friend, Tristan Flynn staggered into the kitchen. To all of their relief, he’d pulled on a pair of grey boxers. His chestnut-brown hair was flat on one side from his sleep. At the sight of Nesta in their kitchen, he pointed to himself then Ruhn, trying to remember which one of them had spent the night with her.

Ruhn cleared his throat. ‘This is Nesta Archeron. And this is Flynn.’

‘Oh. The female with the magic sword. Nesta. Hello,’ he said, winking. ‘I’m Lord Tristan Flynn.’  

Her eyes went from his head to his toes then back up again, entirely unimpressed. ‘You need to bathe.’

 ***

The reek of sex and alcohol lingered even when they were far away from Ruhn Danaan’s pleasure house. The male was patient with her at the roads – no doubt in response to Hunt’s reprimand that she didn’t know how to cross. It wasn’t Nesta’s fault that those metal vehicles moved so quickly. But it was her fault that she forgot to look each time. On the whole, Ruhn Danaan seemed… fine. Not cruel. Not overwhelmingly arrogant even for a prince. He yawned his way along the walk, stopping to greet people he knew. But Nesta could not shake her prejudice because he looked so much like Rhysand. Even the low timbre of his voice was reminiscent of Rhysand’s despite the differing accent.

‘I have to meet my father,’ he explained. ‘I’ll save you from that. He’ll be panting if he finds out about the sword and he’ll want you wedded and bedded to… somebody.’ Ruhn cleared his throat again. ‘At the library, you can read books for free.’

‘I know what a library is.’

‘Alright,’ he said. Ruhn clung onto her hood at the approach to a busy crossing to stop her from walking into the road.

‘I can do the ones with the lights,’ she insisted.

‘Yeah, wait for the green male, good girl.’

‘Don’t call me that.’

His violet eyes alighted with mischief. ‘What should I call you?’

‘My name,’ she snapped.

The idea of Ruhn – Rhysand’s facial double – trying to flirt had Nesta wanting to shrivel up and die. No, it was bad enough having to listen to her sister and her mate’s toe-curling conversations. Nesta did not want fake-Rhysand to turn the charm on her.

‘You, er, you’re really not from Avallen, are you?’

‘I am from Prythian.’

‘You know of Fionn though.’

Nesta shrugged a shoulder as they continued down a quiet street dotted with trees as a warm, summer’s breeze swept through it. ‘It’s a story that I heard.’

‘I like stories.’

‘I’m not a good story teller,’ she insisted.

They stopped outside an elaborate building of white stone, made to look ancient even if it was new. A row of pillars lined the front, holding the overhanging roof up. Many stairs led to the entrance doors which were propped open. Ruhn led the way and dropped his voice as he pointed out places she could visit within the vast library. There were sections for artefacts, an archive, ancient books which were kept in glass cases, and rows and rows of books that were free for anybody to browse. From his wallet, Ruhn pulled out a faded card. The handwritten numbers were almost illegible.

‘This should still work,’ he said, taking to Nesta to one of the screens with portraits.

‘A television?’

‘Computer.’ He gave her a queer look. ‘You don’t have computers in Prythian?’

‘Obviously not.’

His tattooed fingers glided across the keyboard too fast for Nesta to make out what he’d done – so she pressed him on it.

‘I’ve used my library card to log you in. Still works after all these years. Good old public funding. You get three hours browsing then it will boot you out. You’ll have access to news journals, the internet, videos, whatever you want. Alright.’

Nesta nodded, not understanding most of what the prince had said.

‘Keep this,’ he said, pressing the small card into her hand. ‘If you want any books or whatever.’

‘When will you return?’

Ruhn shrugged. ‘I’ll send Flynn along to keep you company.’

‘Not him,’ Nesta said quickly. ‘Why can’t the other one come?’

‘Dec has a job. Flynn also has a job but he never shows up anyway.’

Once Ruhn Danaan’s steps faded from the library, Nesta was left in peace. The tranquil environment created by a library seemed a universal thing. She watched workers returning books to their rightful place and thought of her brilliant friend likely hard at work in Velaris’ library. Had news of her disappearance reached Gwyn and Emerie or would they hush it up?

Out of curiosity, Nesta searched her own name. It took an agonisingly long amount of time to find each letter but it yielded no results anyway. Then she searched Ruhn Danaan’s name and found pages upon pages of results about him. There was a birth announcement then subsequent ones about major milestones in his life. The portraits – photographs, she reminded herself – of him showed his glossy, black hair lengthening in each one with more and more tattoos added to his skin. His father, the king of the fae, reminded Nesta of Eris Vanserra. Both shared shining, wine-red hair and a long, thin nose but there tended to be amusement on Eris’ face like he knew a joke that nobody else did. Ruhn’s father appeared cruel and unwelcoming.  

Nesta couldn’t help but think of Gwyn again and how this process would streamline her research. Rather than finding obscure references in books, a simple search could be entered and the hard work had already been done. It was magnificent.

Her fingers hovered over the keys, wondering what to search next.

H-U-N-T A-T-H-A-L-A-R.

Hunt had just as many entries as Ruhn did. Perhaps he was a prince of angels.

There were news reports that featured his name as one of the malakim who’d worked on a case in the city. He’d caught many demons from Hel, but also prevented a lot of crime in Lunathion. There was the odd photograph of him – where he looked entirely unimpressed to be photographed. Nesta laughed at that. He’d endured her experiments with his cell phone in good enough humour.

THE UMBRA MORTIS PURCHASED BY ARCHANGEL MICAH DOMITUS

Nesta sat close to the screen, scanning the lines of text to ensure she understood it fully. Hunt was a slave, as he’d told her. But he’d had many owners. The latest, Micah Domitus, was his fourth owner and the governor of the city. She hated the way those words were thrown around. Slave. Master. Bought. It made him sound like cattle.

She should have stopped delving into this. It wasn’t Nesta’s business to know – but she had pulled a loose thread and could not let it go until it was unravelled.

Hunt had fought in a battle against other angels. The general he had served had been his leader and his lover. And he’d watched her die at the hands of her sister. He had been prepared to die for his beliefs, but instead a slave brand was inked to his forehead. What had he endured for two hundred years? When would he be free?

‘Hello, gorgeous.’

Nesta scrambled to close down her search history as the irritating fae male slid into the chair beside her.

‘The Umbra Mortis? I can tell you what you need to know,’ said Tristan Flynn with an easy grin.

‘Shh. This is a library.’

‘Then lets get out of here so we can talk,’ he suggested.

Nesta couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. He reminded her of Helion. No amount of charm would work on her.

‘Ruhn said you know about Fionn. I can tell you our version of the story.’ He dropped his voice to a whisper, ‘The fae one that’s not in any book or article.’

***

For a slave, Hunt rarely had interest in his day’s work. It could be made bearable by the company in the 33rd, but today, Hunt’s heart wasn’t in it at all.

He’d fired off a couple of texts to Danaan asking about Nesta. He didn’t trust the fae not to dump her or piss her off – and he’d learnt that Nesta wasn’t shy or retiring when it came to letting her mood be known. There had been no replies so far.

‘Hunt, you’re in daydream land,’ said Isaiah, waving a hand through the air.

Hunt spread out the papers in front of him at the table. ‘Because you’ve given me the driest task imaginable.’

There’d been an influx of demonic activity in the last four years so Isaiah had him searching for patterns – the time, the location, the type – through old reports. It could not have been more boring. Hunt wasn’t made for paperwork. Hell, nobody was.

‘You’ve been keeping tabs on our friend from the sky?’

Hunt raised a brow. ‘Is that what we’re calling her?’

Isaiah shrugged. ‘Micah will be away for another week. I’ve not let the word out yet. We’ve not found anything on the sword except that it’s magic and hated Ruhn Danaan anywhere near it.’

That did make him laugh. ‘He’s on guard duty today. I wonder if she’ll feel the same way as her weapon.’

***  

‘This is what we call a liquid lunch,’ explained Flynn, as he insisted on being called.

The pair of them had tall glasses filled with crushed ice, brightly coloured juice and strong alcohol.

‘And it is acceptable here?’

‘Oh yeah,’ he said, sipping through a straw. ‘You’re on holiday from Prythian. Enjoy the delights that Lunathion has to offer.’

It was difficult not to enjoy his company. Nesta knew he was trying very hard to be liked, but also had an aura that he wouldn’t have cared if she didn’t like him either. It was different to be with the males from this land. Nesta felt safe with them. She could not imagine being left in Illyria or the Hewn City without harm befouling her. Flynn was a flirt, but his handsome smile was offered to every female with a pulse.

Money seemed no object to him either, so she had to wonder what he did or what he was a lord of. When her eyes had snagged on a dress, Tristan Flynn had wasted no time in purchasing it. A pastry pumped with cream had also been bought for her to snack on as they walked along the Istros counting the otters. He’d introduced her to one of the Mer who basked on the bank, enjoying the sun streaming upon his glistening muscles, but Nesta had been reluctant to get too close to the edge after Hunt had mentioned creatures called Sobeks. It brought up too many memories of being dragged to the bottom with the kelpie.

‘I can’t pay you for any of this,’ she replied.

Nesta took a tentative sip of her drink – and found it to taste delightful.

‘Wire me it back from Prythian,’ said Flynn, winking.

‘I have no money there either.’

‘A kept female?’

How right he was, Nesta thought. Everything in Prythian came with a condition. Look for these items or we’ll dump you in the mortal lands. Train or we won’t let you out. Her food, her lodging, her clothing, her everything was benevolently provided by Rhysand as long as she toed the line and did as she was told.

A female pulled up a chair at their table. Flynn’s demeanour changed at once.

‘What are you doing to this poor female, Tristan? She looks positively morose in your company.’

‘Haven’t you got a rich male to sink your claws into in The Five Roses?’

The female was as petite as she was, with light green eyes that were at odds with her dark hair. ‘I was actually on my way to have my hair done then I saw you tormenting a female and thought I might offer her a lifeline out of your abysmal company.’

Nesta had been about to offer that Flynn was not that bad – a shameless flirt perhaps who thought money could buy her affections – when he announced that their guest was his sister, Sathia.

‘I’ve not seen you before,’ she said, in a tone that suggested Sathia knew all of the fae worth knowing.

‘Nesta is visiting from Avallen.’

‘Father will be overjoyed to hear that you’re courting her.’

A blush stole across Flynn’s cheeks. ‘I’m not. Ruhn is.’

‘He most certainly is not,’ Nesta shot back.

Sathia took hold of Nesta’s hand to examine it. ‘Your nails are ghastly. Have you ever had a manicure?’

Nesta did not know the word. She glanced to Flynn who was staring daggers at his sister. ‘No.’

‘Then we must remedy it at once. Tristan, go and find another female to pant over. We’re busy.’

‘Can’t. Ruhn’s tasked me with looking after her.’

Sathia smiled sweetly to her brother. ‘Then I suppose you can come for a manicure too.’

***

A visit with Einear Danaan always left Ruhn bitter and broken inside. No matter what he did, he was always reduced to a boy who could never match his father’s demands. Ruhn could shake it off, pretend he didn’t care, but he always left his father’s villa with another splintering crack running through him.

He hadn’t planned to spend so long there, but his father had kept him, demanding information about the wolves and vamps. They’d gone over reports then his father had insisted on showing him his working model of the universe. That had kept Ruhn longer as he tried to wheedle out information about Fionn and the northern rift from his father without exposing Nesta.

It was dark when Ruhn finally left the Five Roses. There’d been a couple of messages from Athalar. One asking how Nesta was and another saying he would be later than planned but to stay with her until he arrived.

Ruhn groaned. If she hadn’t killed Flynn in all the time that they’d been together, it would be a miracle.

‘Dec, where’s Flynn?’ Ruhn asked into his cell. ‘He’s not picking up.’

Music thumped in the background of wherever Dec was. Through the cacophony, Ruhn made out, ‘We’re all in the White Raven.’

Hunt Athalar was going to kill him.

***

Sathia Flynn was going to kill her.

They had managed to lose her brother in a nail salon when his patience frayed. He’d given Nesta a card and said it was for emergencies only. It was not like the library card that Ruhn had given her. This one allowed Sathia to purchase anything.

Both her fingernail and toenails had been trimmed and buffed then painted. They’d gone to another shop where Nesta’s hair had been cut an inch or two shorter, but Sathia had her hair painted too and complained keeping it dark was so much upkeep – whatever that meant. They had gone shopping for heeled shoes and clothes that Sathia used her brother’s card to pay for. Then they’d gone to another place where Nesta had experienced pain like no other. Hot wax had been put on her body to rip out her hair.

‘Is it supposed to be this painful?’

They were in the bathroom of a club. She imagined Rita’s to look similar, but music played so loudly that it made the walls vibrate. They had drunk lots of cocktails. Her favourite – and the most difficult to ask for – was sex on the beach. Sathia and her friends had dusted glitter on to her face – and their own. One, Alice, was applying more make up in the mirror. Nesta barely recognised herself with her hair unbound and cosmetics on her skin too.

‘You can go commando,’ offered Sathia.

Nesta narrowed her eyes. She knew what that meant thanks to Hunt. ‘Do males do the same? The waxing down there?’

One of Sathia’s friends, Prunella, swigged at a bottle of wine where she sat on the sink. ‘You’re lucky if they trim.’

‘That’s why you get a vibrator,’ chimed in Alice.

‘What’s a vibrator?’

Sathia squealed. ‘I just love her.’ She ran her hand against Nesta’s hair. ‘Right. Shots and dancing. Let’s go.’

***

Hunt felt his age when he left the Comitium. A day spent at a desk had left his neck and back aching from holding up his wings. When he landed at Ruhn Danaan’s home, none of the lights were on. He bit back his irritation and dialled his number.

‘Where are you?’

Hunt had no doubt that Nesta would be able to hold her own. The issue was she was naïve in their world and he knew what fae pricks were like.

‘We’re out,’ said Ruhn.

‘Where?’

There was a slight intake of breath. ‘The White Raven.’

Fae assholes.

It was a short flight to the Old Square. The owner of the club was a butterfly shifter who was still on the door greeting patrons. At the sight of Hunt landing, with lightning crackling in the air, his jovial expression changed to one of concern.

‘Not trouble here, I hope?’

‘Off the clock,’ he replied tightly. ‘Come to visit a friend.’

‘There won’t be trouble?’

Hunt threw him a bland smile. ‘Let’s hope not.’

He spotted the three fae pricks drinking amongst other females at a booth near the door with Nesta not amongst them. Hunt worked his jaw as he marched over. One day, Ruhn Danaan would learn to grow up.

‘Where is she?’

‘In my defence,’ slurred Tristan Flynn, ‘it was my sister who brought her here. We’re just on guard duty, doing as we're told, Umbra Mortis.’

Declan Emmett, the most amenable of the three, pointed towards the throbbing dance floor. ‘She’s just enjoying the music.’

The others began peeling away from her at the sight of the Umbra Mortis striding through the crowd, a scowl on his face. Loose and free, Nesta was dancing amongst a group of fae females with her gorgeous hair tumbling behind her, without a care.

Gone was the female in leathers with a sword strapped to her spine. Gone was the female who found jeans uncomfortable. She was lost in the music, utterly free. One of the fae had shelled out on a new wardrobe for her, by the looks of the sparkly, black dress that skimmed her thighs and clung to her narrow waist. A shimmer of pink glitter dusted her cheeks.

When Nesta finally noticed the ebb of the crowd as he approached, she finally snapped her attention towards him.

‘Orion!’

Before Hunt could react, Nesta had moved at preternatural speed – faster than fae in Midgard could move – to throw her arms around his neck and lean all of her weight on him. Hunt lifted her off the floor to steady both of them and Nesta pressed deeper into his body.

Nobody had called him Orion for a long time – and never with such warmth.

She kissed his cheek. ‘Have you come to dance?’

‘No,’ he replied over the thump of the music. ‘To see you safely home. I was worried. Do you want to go with me?’

'I will go wherever you lead me, Orion.'

There was little resistance from Nesta who seemed happy to be led through the crowd towards the exit. From the giddy expression, she’d had a lot of drinks under Ruhn Danaan’s care. Hunt pulled off his jacket to protect her from the chill of the night on the way out.

‘Did you have fun with Ruhn?’

Nesta gave him a funny sort of smile with bleary eyes. ‘The Prince of Pricks.’

‘Shh,’ he reminded her as they passed a group of fae also staggering along the path. ‘You’ll get me into trouble.’

Hunt held out a hand for Nesta to take to steady her clumsy steps. Instead, she fell against him, knocking the air from his ribs as her arms came around his body.

‘Thank the Mother that he isn’t like Rhys even if they have the same face,’ she said.

On the walk home, Hunt hoped the fresh air might sober her up but it only emphasised just how drunk she was. Twice, he’d had to grab her before she planted her face into the concrete then she insisted she wanted to walk along a wall so Hunt had held her hand tightly while Nesta stepped across the crumbling brick in perilously high heels like a wobbling toddler. At the end, she leapt into his arms – before he was ready, so the pair had nearly gone down together.

‘I missed you today,’ she said with colour high in her cheeks.

It was just drunken talk, but Hunt would play that on a loop in his mind until he was dust.

It was too far to her hotel. If they walked, they might be there by sunrise with the pace Nesta was setting and Hunt didn’t want to risk her throwing up on him if they flew. The Comitium loomed on the horizon, still a hub of activity despite the late hour. He’d take her to the barracks. It wouldn’t be the first time somebody had been snuck in, although never by him.

‘Are you going to lock me up, Hunt Athalar?’

He grinned at that. ‘Have you committed an offence?’

Nesta gave him another inebriated smile as she clambered up another low wall to walk along. ‘I used to be a very bad girl. So they locked me in the House of Wind and destroyed my home and made me train until I was very good girl,’ she slurred.

Hunt lifted her off the wall before she fell and broke her neck.

‘Who locked you up?’

‘My family. My sisters. Cassian. Rhysand. All of them.’ She threw out her hands like it should have been obvious. ‘They all sat and told me how useless I am. You have become a pathetic waste of life.’ Nesta gave a low laugh then jabbed him in the chest. ‘Not eating won’t bring your father back, Hunt. And – my personal favourite – we did this because we love you. We ruined your life, ruined your future, but it’s because we love you.’

‘Stop,’ Hunt commanded, holding her still. ‘What are you talking about?’

Then it all came out, as if Nesta couldn’t stop herself. How she’d witnessed her father’s neck snap and retreated into herself because she couldn’t cope with the grief. How she drank every single night and took men to her bed to hate herself more. That her family had staged an intervention and forced her to become a warrior even if she had never wanted it. That her sister’s child would kill her but when Nesta revealed the truth, the male she was entwined with forced her to march until she collapsed. If Hunt ever met him, he’d kill him.

Nesta crawled onto the path then flopped onto her back. ‘The whole world is spinning.’

Despite Hunt’s attempts at trying to lift her up, she’d become a deadweight and patted the ground so he’d be beside her.

‘Nesta, we can’t lay in the middle of the path.’

‘Please,’ she begged, voice full of pleading so desperate that it twisted his heart.

What the hell was he doing? Hunt eventually lay next to Nesta on the concrete. The bright lights of the streetlamps blocked out most of the stars so he had the mad urge to fly her all the way to Mount Hermon for a better view. The night before that final battle, he and Shahar had fucked like animals – but Hunt had gone out to look at the stars one last time before the dawn took them. The stars had been stunning. And he had naively took it as a good omen because they’d made him hope of a better future.

‘I ruin everything, Hunt.’

He laced his fingers into hers. ‘That makes two of us then.’

Nesta closed her eyes, her other hand pressing against her forehead.

‘What did you drink today?’

‘Cocktails. Shots. Liquid lunch.’

Oh, she would need a medwitch in the morning to stop the hangover from hell.

‘They didn’t give you any mirthroot? No lightseeker?’

‘I don’t know what they are.’

When Nesta was ready, she pushed off from the ground and scrambled upright again. In the morning, he’d call Ruhn Danaan to give him an earful about getting a female who was lost in their world blind drunk.

From the bare shoulders that her dress exposed, Hunt could see the tattoo on Nesta’s back again.  

‘The male who made a deal with you and made you hike - is he your mate?’

Nesta threw up her hands then flopped onto a wooden bench on the sidewalk. ‘He trapped me in a house and laughed at me when I fell down the stairs. He fucking better not be.’

Hunt crouched down in front of her, touching a length of her hair. ‘Let’s get you to sleep. We will talk about it all tomorrow and see if I can help.’

Although, he doubted he’d get this much truth from her in a sober state.

Her mood was swinging to a different emotion every minute so Hunt wasn’t sure which Nesta he’d see next.

‘I don’t think you’d make me carry a heavy bag and make me walk until I collapsed.’

‘Never.’

Her hand touched his face, stroking it gently. Tears welled in her eyes. ‘I did something stupid.’  

Hunt caught her hand and kept it cradled to his face.

‘I went to the library and I searched your name. I know why you’re slave. I know what happened.’

It meant Nesta knew about Shahar. Sandriel. The war. The slaughter. Who he was. What he did.

She freed her fingers to touch the witch-ink on his brow.

‘Orion,’ murmured Nesta.

There would come the inevitable revulsion. Some still believed in their cause even if they’d never act on it, but most found it laughable. Each person had a place in life, a standing which would never change. If you were at the bottom, then it was tough luck. Those at the top would always be there. Hunt had been a fool to hope he could change the world. And he’d lost everything as a result.

Tears spilt down her cheeks. ‘I wish there was a Hunt Athalar in my world fighting for people like me.’

‘Nobody wants that,’ he replied, standing and deflecting from the tenderness in Nesta’s voice. ‘Let’s get you to bed.’

The bubble of emotion that Nesta had shown to him was replaced for a strange sort of anger where everything irritated her on the final portion of the walk. When she walked into the hedge, despite his best efforts in tugging her out of its path, Nesta kicked it – then told it off for hurting her leg. At the Comitium, Hunt took her in the elevator but forgot how curious it would make her. When he showed her how to press a button for their floor, she pressed every single one then complained that it was a ridiculous invention for stopping at every floor.

There were some battles that Hunt knew not to engage in.

He steered Nesta into one of the kitchens. It was a small, rudimentary thing for snacks with most meals provided in a mess hall. The toaster worked, so two slices of toast were shovelled into her mouth to try and sober her a little before sleep. Her lips glistened from the butter and she ate with her eyes closed.

‘Shall we watch Bangs and Fangs?’ Nesta asked as she tried to throw an arm around his neck, but managed to collide with the wall instead.

‘Fangs and Bangs. You need to sleep. We can catch a Sunball game tomorrow, if you like. I’m not working.’

‘I don’t know what that is.’

‘You’re in for a treat then.’ He unlocked the door and pushed it open. ‘In you go.’

Hunt made a noise at the back of his throat. Nesta had barely even stepped into the room before she whipped her dress off over her head, tossed it on the bed, then staggered towards the bathroom. Half-way there, she bent over – glorious ass on full display in a lacy green thong – to take off one shoe which she threw across the room then stumbled the final distance.

This was going to be a long night.

[abruisedmuse]

At this point, I don't think I should even attempt to really read anything because all I can think about is Hofas.

[vegalores]

[simsbustindown]

photo dump 🧡 also emmett and eowyn’s dad came by to push emmett on the swing, while ian (bb#60) visited to give declan a gift!

[profound-imagination]

Tell Me Their Names - Ruhn Danaan

A/N - I love Ruhn so much and if anything happens to him in CC3 I'm never reading again! This could potentially be a series if there's interest!

T/W - Brief mentions of torture.

W/C - 2.9k

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"Tell me their names." She'd said to him one night after a particularly bad day of enduring Pollux. Ruhn raised his head from the floor as much as he could to look at her. "What?" He croaked. She settled herself in front of the bars separating the two of them. "Can you make it over here?" She whispered, "I can help you." It took all of the strength he had left but crawled over to her.

"Show me your wrists?" He could feel them now, those gorsian cuffs. The slight burn they left on his skin as they blocked his power. He offered them to her freely and watched curiously as she dug a small bone out from where she'd hidden it in a crack in the wall. Watched as she picked the lock on his cuffs and studied her face as they fell away. "We can't leave them off, but for now, we can let your Fae blood heal you, just a little bit."

"What about you?" He asked after a couple of moments of silence, lifting his arm that felt like lead to reach through the bars and ran a hand down her mangled cheek. "It'll heal fine, I'll have a nasty scar but it'll heal." She shrugged. "Pollux enjoys telling me that half of my face looks like a nightmare now as the Hind marches me past him everyday." Ruhn bristled. Despite the grime covering her, the scars that had been inflicted on her she was, in her own right, beautiful.

"I'm losing myself." He murmured to her in the darkness and her hand found his and squeezed. "Tell me their names, the ones you hold on for, the ones you think about to keep your mind alive." She asked him again. He squeezed her hand as he thought of each of them. "Bryce Quinlan, my little sister, the one who brought so much joy to my life. Declan Emmett and Tristan Flynn, my chosen brothers, Ithan Holstrom too, I don't deserve them or their loyalty. Hunt Athalar and Tharion Kestos, my friends." He felt the tear run down his face, and felt her lightly wipe it away. "What about you?" He asked her quietly, watched her as she hesitated. "I…I have no one." She admitted so quietly that if it wasn't for his Fae hearing he wouldn't have heard her. "I was an orphan, taken into the rebellion's ranks when I was too young to know the dangers, after they liberated the camp I was at and here I am."

They said nothing for a while, they just sat side by side in their cells, holding each other's hand like a life line. "What's your name?" He asked eventually. She let out what he thought was a small laugh. "Y/N, I don't remember my family name, what's yours?" He couldn't help thinking her name suited her perfectly. "Ruhn Danaan." She tensed, her hand stiffening in his. "As in, the crown prince?" She asked. He nodded. "I think I've been decrowned." She smiled and his chest flared, then nearly exploded as she giggled ever so slightly. "Look at me, the little human orphan girl, holding hands with the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae." He couldn't help the small laugh he let out too.

"Someone's coming!" He nudged her awake, if not for the bars she'd have been asleep on his shoulder and he'd have pulled her as close to him as he could, as if he could shield her from this place. This little human whose name he had added to his list, who always pulled him back when he was returned to his cell night after night after that first interaction weeks ago when she'd removed his cuffs.

He thrust the cuffs through the bars to her to put back on his wrists. She did so quickly, hiding the bone back in its usual crack in the wall and she threw herself back to the floor on the other side of her cell with her back to him. He moved away from the bars and sat with his back against the back wall of his cell. "Night?" Lidia. Lidia had come. "Ruhn?" She asked again as she approached his cell.

He didn't move, he wasn't sure he was breathing as she stood there, Day. She wasn't The Hind. Not tonight. Tonight she was his Day. "I'm so sorry, Ruhn." He didn't respond, just stared at the female who'd betrayed him. "I spoke to Tristan Flynn." His face gave him away, she had his attention and she knew it. "He used the stone, and wanted to know if Agent Day could help rescue you in any way." He tensed. "They're coming Night, they're all coming. Bryce found help. Your sister and your brothers are coming for you. I've ensured they've got a way in and I'll ensure they have one out as well. Just hold on a little bit longer." She walked away. They both knew what they'd had was gone. He would get her out of here if he could. Keep her safe, but he wasn't sure he could feel for her what he once had. Not when it was Lidia that caused most of the scars on his little human, not when it was nightmares of Lidia and what she inflicted on Y/N that drove her from sleep every night.

That all seemed so long ago now. He remembered the fear of his sister and his brothers coming for him but they had and they'd won with the help Bryce had bought with her. He'd insisted Y/N came with them, he wouldn't leave her there to find her own way. The others had realised this as soon as they'd gotten outside of the walls. Ruhn was still carrying her despite his broken body. She looked so small, so broken, scars littered her face and arms, her left ankle sat at an odd angle from where it had been broken and left to heal wrong. She was pale and so thin he noticed now they were in the sunlight.

He snarled at even his friends when they tried to help him, to carry her instead. He would yield her only to Ithan. To carry on his back while in his wolf form. He was faster than Ruhn, faster than Flynn and Dec and he'd get her out of there if the fight turned on them. Hunt wasn't an option, the Angel was just as broken as he was and Ruhn knew he'd snatch Bryce and fly if it came to it, leaving the rest of them. Y/N sighed into Ithan's fur when Ruhn gently placed her on his back, fisting a handful of it and mumbled, "Soft." Ruhn's heart clenched.

Ruhn bared his teeth and took up a defensive stance in front of Y/N and Ithan as three winged landed in front of them. Hunt growled as he took up the spot next to Ruhn. Bryce was in front of Hunt, murmuring to him. Flynn appeared in front of Ruhn. "They're with us, bro. They helped us get you out. Relax, they aren't a threat to you, or her." Ruhn stared at his brother as the males continued to approach. Two of them stopped dead, staring at him. The larger of the three males continued to approach before realizing his companions had stopped and returned to them.

"We need to get out of here." Ruhn croaked at Flynn. His friend nodded. "We will, but there's a lot to explain so I need you to not freak out, okay?" Ruhn looked down at his little human again. "Will…will she be safe?" Declan placed a hand on Ruhn's shoulder. "I promise." It was then that he noticed Lidia and Tharion approaching, good, he thought, thay they'd freed her as well. Ruhn followed his friends towards the three males, he kept pace with Ithan, keeping one hand on Y/N at all times.

"Ruhn, this is Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian." His sister told him, pointing to each of the males in turn. "I didn't end up in Hel, I ended up in a place called Prythian, in the Kingdom of the Night Court, where Rhysand and his mate Feyre are High Lord and Lady." Ruhn studied the males just as they were studying him and then the one called Rhysand turned his attention to Hunt. "This must be your mate, Bryce Quinlan. Hunt is it? We've heard lots about you." Hunt met his gaze, unmoving and unfaltering. Unafraid after what he had just been subjected to. Ruhn was proud to call Hunt Athalar his friend.

"Is she hurt?" Cassian, the larger of the three males asked Ruhn, dragging all their attention to Y/N who had fallen asleep on Ithan's back in moments. It made his heart swell that she felt safe enough with his friend to fall asleep. Ruhn didn't have time to answer, to deflect before the little human who had changed him so much in the most awful of places began to scream. Nightmares, Lidia was haunting her again. Ruhn pulled her off of Ithan's back as gently as he could while shooting a look at Lidia and sunk to the ground, pulling her onto his lap and wrapping her in his arms to his chest as he wished he could've done during so many nights when she woke up screaming. As soon as her eyes sprung open and her hands fisted the remnants of his t-shirt, he began to talk into her hair.

"Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess, who loved her kingdom." She took shuddering breaths as Ruhn recounted the story of Aelin Galathynius. Her favourite story, he knew. The others watched on as he calmed her. Bryce had tears of her own as she watched her broken brother wrap himself around this human girl as if he alone could shield her from all that she'd been through and all that was to come. "We need to go!" It was Azriel who broke the silence, looking into the distance.

Ruhn stood, Y/N still wrapped in his arms as Declan explained that he'd just have to trust what was about to happen. Rhysand approached him and held out a hand. "Hold on tight, don't let go of me or her." Ruhn nodded, adjusted Y/N like she was a child he was carrying on his hip and took Rhysands outstretched hand. Darkness engulfed them and Ruhn felt like he was being folded in half, he tightened the arm he had around her and she tightened one of her arms around Ruhn's neck. Rhysand didn't seem to mind that her other arm had shot out and grabbed hold of him.

Suddenly the darkness was gone and they stood in a meadow with what Ruhn recognised as one of the gates nearby. "Stay here." Rhysand instructed him as he disappeared just as Azriel appeared with his sister and Hunt who looked down right murderous. "Are we going through the gate?" Y/N mumbled into his neck. Ruhn looked at his sister for an answer. "Yes, we are. We might have weakened them and got you out but this isn't over, you need to heal and we need a proper plan." She told him and Hunt. Both males nodded, far too exhausted to argue and go to war right this second. "You won't be wanted criminals where we're going, it'll be safe." That was all Ruhn needed to hear, he'd take Y/N there, make sure she was safe, see if they had a healer who could fix her ankle, ensure she was set up for life, he'd heal and he'd come back and wage war on the Asteri.

Y/N slid down his side as Flynn and Dec approached, his grip tightened on her as he shot her a panicked look but she just smiled up at him and said "Reunite with your brothers, hug your sister." Ithan huffed at her side, his body supporting her and she placed a hand at the scruff of his neck to support herself.

Ruhn knelt in front of Ithan first. "It's good to see you, pup. Your job is to keep her safe when I can't, okay?" The wolf nodded his large head in agreement. He stood and faced his brothers. Dec and Flynn stood side by side, covered in dust and blood, Ruhn took a step towards them and then another, then he was running as best he could and they were running at him. He wasn't ashamed to say the three of them shed tears as they met in the middle in a tangle of arms. No words were spoken, none were needed. These were his brothers and they'd die for him, just like he'd die for them.

Bryce was crying before he'd even reached her. Hunt yielded her to him only long enough for them to share an embrace, for Ruhn to tell his little sister how proud he was of her and that he loved her. He cried with her as she clung to him, her first hero, she called him, who she wanted to be when she grew up. Ruhn wished he could take back the bad blood between them and swore that now he had the time, he'd make up for it.

"Are we ready?" Rhysand asked when the tears had stopped, Bryce nodded, answering for them all. Cassian and Azriel went through the gate first, followed by Lidia, Tharion, Declan and Flynn. Bryce kissed Hunt and lead him through the gate. "Ready to heal and have an adventure, Tiny?" Ruhn asked Y/N, she grabbed his hand, tightened the one she had on Ithan and nodded. Rhysand led the three of them through.

Ruhn had never seen somewhere as beautiful as where they walked out of the gate. They were on a mountain looking down at a town. The lights twinkled in the darkness and it was magnificent. The stars above him shone brighter than at home and a small gasp from next to him pulled his attention from the sky. "I can't remember the last time I saw stars." His little human breathed, he gently pulled her into his side, he'd bring her outside to see them every gods damned night if she wanted. "Wait until starfall." A female voice said from behind them.

"Hello Feyre Darling." Rhysand purred at the female, "I thought I told you to stay at home." The female, Feyre, smiled at him, "I could sense you were back, I winnowed up to meet you, Nyx is safe with Mor." Rhysand kissed her then, a kiss that was full of promise for what the night held for the two of them. "This is my mate and High Lady of the Night Court, Feyre." Rhysand introduced her. Feyre smiled at them all as she hugged Bryce. "Welcome to Velaris."

[ally-writes-many-things]

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.

[grandvhs]

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[youcantkillamutant]

Total Alphahole

Author: youcantkillamutant

Fandom: Crescent City (SJM)

Pairing: Tristan Flynn x Ithan Holstrom x Fem!Reader

Summary: The first time you met Tristan Flynn, you thought he was a total Alphahole. After a few months of knowing him, you realized that Tristan Flynn really wasn’t an alphahole, and your body took notice. A lot of fucking notice. For Urd’s sake. Not to mention the absolute sweetheart that is Ithan fucking Holstrom. Cthona save you.

Warnings: Mentions of attempted drugging, violence (sparring, no blood), smut, slow-ish burn (?).

Rating: 18+ (honestly, 21+) ONLY.

Words: 11K+

A/N: I really have no explanation for this. I had a dream about the last scene and spent all day (and night) writing this out? No mention of Ariadne in this one but do not get it twisted, her and Flynn are absolutely mates I just don’t know how to write a Fae having sex with a dragon. I’m simply not that evolved. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Honestly CC2 fucked me up and down and I cannot stop thinking about it so I needed some related but non-related fluff and this happened. This is my first time writing in this fandom, so be nice. Don’t like it don’t read it and all that jazz. Not beta’d we die like men. 😘 I own nothing, all characters belong to SJM.  

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The first time you met Tristan Flynn, you thought he was an alphahole. You’d just moved to the city, dying to live outside of a 5 mile radius of your parents and Lunathion welcomed you with open arms. It also helped that your best friend, Marc was in the city. He brought his (then new) boyfriend, Declan to help you move your many, many plants into your tiny, tiny, tiny first apartment. You’d liked Declan, and you still do, but that first day, he made an impression. After all, you’d been friends with Marc for over 50 years, you knew his type. Declan Emmett was so not his type. That’s the first thing that made you exhale in relief when Marc introduced you. For a decade or so, he’d been addicted to blondes that broke his heart, but Declan had burnt red hair, cheekbones that only the fae could possess and an oddly kind smirk.

You could tell he came from money, if the subtle labels on his clothes, ridiculously amazing smelling aftershave and generally unhurried posture told you anything. You glanced at Marc while you shook Declan’s hand, and waved them into your shoebox of a place, fighting a wince when it was crowded with the three of you. You weren’t ashamed of the place, Hel, you’d come from money and power of your own, but you hadn’t wanted that in Lunathion. You’d wanted your own little oasis, and with the design plan you had for every square inch of the place, you knew you’d get it. When Dec clapped his hands together and asked where to start, you knew Marc would propose to the man. And if he didn’t, you probably would. No shade, but Marc had never dated a man who would volunteer for any sort of hard work, or any sort of work at all really. Not when Marc could do anything and everything for them. Which he did, to his detriment, for a decade.

Shaking away the thoughts, you led them down a winding staircase to the lot in the back with a moving truck idling, slid open the back door, and prayed to Urd that everything would fit. Declan rubbed his hands together, cataloguing everything in the space like he was piecing together a puzzle. Marc pulled you to his side and dropped a kiss on the top of your head.

“Just let him lead the way on this one sweets. He loves a good puzzle.” He let out a contented sigh, and you grinned up at your best friend, Hel, brother for all intents and purposes, nodding.

It turned out that the two males actually had no intention of letting you help them move your stuff into your place. The second you grabbed for the cabinet, Marc nudged you out of the way and lifted the whole thing with ease. Declan wasn’t any better, only grunting “all good honey” when you asked if he needed help carrying anything. You rolled your eyes after you received that answer for the third time, and padded the four steps it took to get from the living room to the kitchen. If they weren’t going to let you help move your stuff into your own apartment you’d make them something to take home with them. You weren’t deluding yourself into thinking you could make enough food for a male fae and leopard shifter without going astronomically over-budget. Cake? You checked your fridge and pantry, painfully bare in comparison to what you were used to back home. Cookies it is.

You popped in headphones, and lost yourself in the familiar comfort of measuring, sifting, cracking, pouring, mixing and finally, sliding a tray of dough into the oven. You heard a bit of raucous laughter, even through your music, and pulled your headphones out, praying you didn’t actually have noisy neighbors. There were horror stories about loud neighbors in the city. You couldn’t get away from them, and certainly not with Vanir hearing. Thankfully, you recognized the laughter. Well most of it. Marc’s cackle met with Declan’s low chuckle, and danced, but there was another laugh, silky, low and…

“Seriously Marc, I thought this was your best friend? Hel you said she was like a little sister, so why the Hel is she living in this dump?” Your eyebrows pulled inward, guard instantly up. This apartment obviously wasn’t any sort of paradise, but it was yours. “Seriously, I wouldn’t let my worst enemy in this place. I might not even let the Autumn King in here man. I’m pretty sure this place was on the county list to be condemned for Urd’s sake!” Anger began simmering in your stomach. Anger, and something else, because even though this guy was an alphahole, his voice was…really fucking sexy.

“Unlike you Flynn, I don’t try control the females in my life.” There was a sharp laugh from Declan before he exclaimed “What females?” This Flynn person didn’t like that very much at all, if his grunt was anything to go off of.

“Shut the fuck up you dicks. I’ll have you know that I’m not controlling. Not even a little.” Their voices were getting closer to the door by now.

“Uh-huh.” Declan intoned as he crossed into the living room.

“Oh for Urd’s sake! I only brought this up because this is literally the worst district in the city, and I thought you’d be more concerned for her safety, since you care about her that much.” You stepped out from the kitchen, hands on your hips, and peered up and up, and up at the man. You weren’t short, Hel, you were just a touch above average height! But this male…Flynn, was tall, and big with deliciously broad shoulders. Burning fucking Solas. If the apartment felt crowded with three people, it was downright packed when a guy with shoulders like Flynn squeezed himself in.

“I assure you, I can take care of myself.” Flynn raised one perfectly groomed brow and slid his gaze down your frame.

“You’re tiny. I’m amazed you made it to the city alone at all.” Tiny? Tiny?! Never in your life had a male called you tiny. For Urd’s sake, most males you’d been with wondered when you were gonna ‘lose those extra pounds on your belly. And arms. And ass.’ You were not tiny. And you certainly wouldn’t let this alphahole make you feel like it. Your lip curled up in a snarl, but before you could snap a reply, the timer for the cookies sounded. So instead of ending your first day in Lunathion with a murder charge, you scowled at Flynn and his stupid shiny hair, and his stupid perfect skin and stalked the four steps into your kitchen to turn off the oven and remove the cookies to cool.

“Are those your—”

“Spiced butter cookies? Why yes Marc, they are.” This was a game we’d played every time you made the things. It was your grandmother’s recipe, one of three you’d saved from the reckless hand of your parents, who’d thrown everything they could into the hearth after she’d died.

“Did you use the—”

“Best butter from Nidaros? Why yes Marc, yes I did.” Nidarosian butter was hard to come by back home, but here? Let’s just say that you’d scoped out the best grocery markets in the city way before you decided to move here. After all, if you couldn’t find Nidarosian butter, Lunathion would not be a city worth living in. Luckily, they had plenty of the sweet, perfectly salted, creamy butter and it was the first thing you’d stocked the fridge with when you arrived this morning.

“And you baked it with—” This time you answered with a posh accent from your hometown. Rounded vowels and elongated consonants of the richest idiots in your county.

“Love and care? Obviously! What do you take me for?” You and Marc cackled then, at your ridiculous accent and at the questions you went through every time you made these. And maybe you laughed a little in relief too, recognizing that even in this new city, you and Marc hadn’t changed. Not one bit. “Seriously though Marc, thank you for this. And Declan, thank you for masterminding the move. I really appreciate your help.” Declan nodded in your direction, but he was busy looking (gazing was more like it) at Marc, amusement and tenderness dancing in his eyes. “Just give me a second to pack these up.”

You used a bit of your power to cool the cookies while you dropped them into two boxes. You had no intention of giving any cookies to Flynn. And like thinking his name summoned his voice, he spoke. Cthona save us.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Tristan Flynn, most people call me Flynn, but you can call me whatever you’d like sweetheart.” His grin gleamed white and for a second he looked like a cover model for some ridiculous fae product on the shopping channel. Then he cocked his head, lips falling into a smirk, and he looked like an alphahole. You answered with a saccharine smile of your own.

“I don’t think you’d like to hear what I’ll be calling you.” Marc snorted, fully familiar with the running list of names you kept for anyone you deemed an alphahole. Before I could continue, Marc and Declan ushered us all the two steps it took to get from the living room to the front door. Marc scooped the boxes out of your hands with a grin, bringing it up to his nose like the child he was.

“Don’t I get some?” Flynn pouted, and the thought of biting that lip flashed through your brain. You pursed your own lips in annoyance.

“No.”

“Aw come on Tiny. Without me, you wouldn’t have anywhere to sleep.” Your eye twitched at the thought of this male touching your bed and something in your stomach pooled at the thought of his scent on your sheets. You waved that feeling away, calling for the simmering rage you had been feeling before. It came…reluctantly. It was easier when you saw Marc plucking the top box off the stack and handing it to Flynn, despite your answer.

“I could’ve brought it up myself.” You’d have had to use your magic, and would have been totally wiped afterwards, but you could’ve done it. Flynn just snorted and leaned closer into your space. Your fingers twitched into a fist, but his scent was overwhelming, not to mention the aroma of the sweetly spiced cookies wafting up between you two.

“With those little arms darling? You wouldn’t have made it past the first step.” Your brow lifted in challenge. Flynn only grinned his shopping channel smile. That pissed you off enough to feel irrationally wrathful, so you yanked the box of cookies out of his hands and gave it to Declan, instead of your traitorous best friend.

“Declan, it was really nice to meet you. Marc, if I’m not the maid of honor in your mating ceremony, I’ll be pissed for the next century, and a half.” Marc let out a snort and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Declan followed suit, grabbing Flynn’s ridiculously built arm and pulling him out of your space.

“Don’t I get a kiss too?” See? Total alphahole.

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You’d been in Lunathion for three weeks when Declan invited you to his house for an evening. You assumed it was going to be dinner and meeting his roommates so you were in the middle of throwing together a cake for the thing, when Marc called.

“Flynn will be there.” Your stomach dropped. You hadn’t seen the male since he was in your apartment, well not in person. He did seem so star in a few of your dreams after the fact. Not that you’d tell anyone, least of all Marc. “You’re not allowed to bail. I’m telling you this so you’ll be prepared.”

“But I don’t wanna see Flynn!” You spat the name, cheeks going warm at your whining. You hadn’t acted like this in a long, long time. Marc knew it too.

“And why exactly don’t you want to see him?” You could hear the smirk in Marc’s voice.

“He’s an alphahole. Obviously.”

“Uh-huh. Well honestly, you’ll probably hardly see him. It’s a party, and he’s definitely the life of the party.” It’s a party? Why in Urd’s name— “I knew you wouldn’t agree to go if I invited you, so I had Declan do it.” There was a rustling on the other side of the line and I could hear Declan yelling. “He says he’s sorry for deceiving you, but really wanted you to meet everyone.” Marc huffed a laugh at whatever else Declan said “I really want you to meet everyone too. I mean, if you’re gonna be my maid of honor, you’ll need to know the mating party.” Damn. For as much as you’d teased Marc and Dec about getting mated, you could see it happening, and soon. Marc, unfortunately and annoyingly was right about meeting Dec’s friends. I mean, they couldn’t all be alphaholes like Flynn…right?

“I promise you, they aren’t all like Tristan Flynn. Ruhn’s chill, You’ll love Bryce, and Hunt is obsessed with Bryce so you’ll love him too. Tharion may be an acquired taste for you, but really, you’ll love them. Please say you’ll come.” Marc’s voice had taken on a note of pleading, and you sighed.

“I’ll hardly see him?” Marc let out a laugh. “I’m serious Marc! I almost murdered the male when he called me tiny. I’m sure Declan doesn’t want blood on his carpet.” That made Marc laugh even harder.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think blood is the worst they’ve got on the carpet in that house.” He let loose one more laugh. “I’ll see you at 10!” You squawked at the phone, but he’d already hung up. Turning to the cake cooling on the counter you sighed.

If you were meant to be up all night, you’d better take a nap.

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Marc was probably right about blood not being the worst thing on the carpets in this house. You actually couldn’t believe they even bothered to keep the carpet in this place at all. It was a veritable frat house, complete with the alarmingly sticky floor, ridiculous towel tapestries and sagging couches. It’s a wonder the house was still standing at all. Mirthroot filled the air as Marc pulled you into the living room, lifting the cake from your hands, leading towards a couch and a few loveseats. All pieces of furniture were filled with laughing people smoking mirthroot and sipping drinks. No Flynn in sight. Your shoulders sagged a bit in relief. You were still waking up from your nap, and weren’t nearly alert or drunk enough for verbal sparring with that particular male.

You picked Declan out of the group first, red hair glinting in the the flashing lights of the party.

“You came!” Declan was tipsy, and clearly pleased to see you as he scooped you into a hug.

“And she brought us cake.” Marc lifted the cake and wiggled the plate a bit to get Dec’s attention. Declan saw the cake, eyes wide, and turned back to you.

“I love you, and if you weren’t basically Marc’s little sister, I would totally date you.” You snorted a laugh and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for the confidence booster Dec. I’d totally date you too” Declan pretended to swoon and pulled you to his chest in a hug, popping a kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulders.

“Everyone, this is Marc’s best friend!” He cheered, and the group let out an indulgent cheer too. “This is everyone!” Marc laughed at Dec’s introduction and took the reins

“That’s Ruhn Danaan, crown prince and all that,” The male in question winked at you, and you could feel your face warming. “Bryce Quinlan, his sister and reluctant crown princess” Bryce waved off the attention and grinned at you.

“Nice to see I’m not the only one suffering these alphaholes.” You matched her smile and answered. “It’s a thankless, full-time job.” The males in question shouted in protest, while you and Bryce laughed.

“Alright miss ‘full-time’,” Marc continued with a smile. “Next to Bryce is Hunt Athalar, Fallen Angel extraordinaire.” Hunt made a gesture that you were sure was rude, but also ancient as Marc moved on to the last man in their group “That’s Tharion. He’s the mer version of Sherlock Holmes. Sort of.” Tharion didn’t bother with gestures and told Marc to fuck off. You laughed, and Marc and Declan guided you to the couch. You didn’t bother asking about Flynn, you didn’t want to know about Flynn, or his shiny hair, or his bulging biceps, or his place in the group or—You didn’t want to know about Flynn. Not at all.

The party progressed as most parties always do, with mirthroot and shots. So many shots. A couple hours in, you were well on your way to blasted and humming to yourself as your searched upstairs for the bathroom. You’d already been in two other rooms so far and had only found a bedroom and a ridiculously large closet. You pushed the next door open and froze. Tristan Flynn was naked. Tristan Flynn was naked, and licking into a faun twice your size who was also naked. Neither of them was paying attention to you. The faun was a work of art, all supple skin and soft belly and heaving breasts and Flynn wasn’t much different.

You blamed the shots for your slow reaction, for your desire to linger, for the way you catalogued the muffled moans that came from Flynn. You watched for longer than you should have, as the faun rolled her hips over Flynn’s face. As Flynn gripped her thighs and pulled her tighter over him. The faun’s gasp broke you out of your daze and you were more than a bit horrified at your…voyeurism. Then you shook your head, and stumbled out of the room. You were way too drunk for a moral quandary in a frat house.

You found the bathroom soon enough, and after washing your hands, you were ready to leave. Your face was hot, Hel, everything was hot after the drinking and dancing and laughing. You were tired. And you couldn’t stop hearing Tristan Flynn, moaning from under a fucking faun. So you said your goodbyes to the group, promising to text Marc when you got home and to text Bryce in the morning to make brunch plans. You waved off Declan when he offered to walk you to the door, waving your phone and promising that you could make it to your rideshare in one piece all by yourself and dropping a kiss on his cheek.

You were nearly at the door, trying to focus on your phone to figure out where exactly you were supposed to be meeting your ride, when shit went to Hel.

“Hey! Heeeeeeeey, hey. You wanna drink?” You hadn’t noticed the male approach you, drunk and buried in your phone as you were, you probably could have fallen asleep standing up, but something about this male made you bristle and shake off the cobwebs. The male was a bit bigger than you, not someone you’d have a problem getting away from with a few words and a perfectly timed smile sober. But you were not sober. Not by a long shot. In the back of your head, you wondered if that’s why he’d bothered to approach.

“No thanks. I was just leaving.” There. That should do it. You turned back to your screen.

“Well what about a drink before you head out?” You were already shaking your head no when the male grabbed your arm and whirled you to him. He stank of alcohol and something that was definitely harder that mirthroot.

“Let go of me.” You didn’t try to pull your arm away, not yet. If you were going to have to fight, you’d need surprise on your side. Your addled brain knew that much.

“Come oooooon. I’m a great bartender. I can make you something special.” The male winked and you had no doubt that the ‘something special’ he made would not end well for you. So you wrenched your arm back and kicked him between his legs as hard as you could, racing back towards the living room. You’d be safest in a crowd of bodies. The male yowled in pain behind you, but still reached to pull you back. You shook him off another time and bounded towards the stairs, closer to the party proper. “Come back here! You fucking b—”

“I’d watch what you say.” You were so frantic trying to get back to the living room that the voice pulled you up short. Tristan Flynn stood on the bottom step, arms crossed and muscles working casually in a perfectly tight t-shirt. The male in question scoffed.

“I was just offering her a drink.”

“Seems to me like she didn’t want it.” Flynn’s voice was low, dangerous and…hot, your drunken brain provided. For Urd’s sake. Still, the male didn’t take the hint. He stepped towards you, looking equal parts murderous and smarmy. You stumbled back, closer to the stairs. Closer to Flynn.

“Come on, don’t you want to have a drink with me? I promised I’d make you something special.” You stepped back further and jumped as a gentle hand found your back. Flynn’s hand. Flynn. He kept his hand on your back, first between your shoulders then sliding down, down, down to your lower back as he stepped down to the floor beside you, palm heating your skin along the way. He took one step, small, negligible really, but just enough to place himself in front of you. Your stomach swooped and your gaze snapped up to his.

“Do you want a drink from this…male, Tiny?” More sobriety clawed its way to the surface at the nickname, and you narrowed your eyes. Flynn smirked, and nodded towards the male. His sneering face brought a wave of fear your way, and you shook your head no. Your phone dinged with a notification. Your ride was outside. Thank Urd. Flynn peered at your phone and nodded. “Looks like your ride is here Tiny. I’ll walk you out.” He turned to the male in the hallway, face like stone. “You stay here, our crown prince wants a word with you.” The male’s eyes widened, but Flynn just pressed his palm on your back and nudged you forward.

When you were finally outside, he stopped you in front of the car, turning you towards him. His brows were pulled close, eyes skimming over your body in concern.

“Did he hurt you, Tiny?” You could do nothing but shake your head and stare. This Tristan Flynn was a complete departure from the one you’d first met. Hel, he seemed genuinely concerned. “Are you sure? Do you need to report anything? I promised Marc I’d stay away from you tonight, but this is serious. If you don’t want to talk to a male, we’ve got plenty of females at the Aux that can—” You shook your head again, stopping his admittedly cute rambling and catching on the fact that Marc made him promise to stay away from you. Why the Hel would he do that?

“Why would he ask you to stay away from me?” Flynn leaned closer, face flashing with concern, before a small grin slid across his face. This one was softer than his smirks, and a little rueful.

“Apparently, I make you uncomfortable.” You must have looked confused, because he sighed and continued. “You’re fun to tease, Tiny, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me. Especially considering Dec and Marc will probably be mated before the year is up.” He shrugged like it was nothing, and maybe to him it was. He surely couldn’t have trouble finding a female or five in Lunathion to tease. Your mind flashed back to the faun, and his moans and… Stop. You pushed those thoughts away quickly.

“Well, thank you Flynn.” You probably would have made it back to the party with a sore arm, a bruise or two and a bucket of trauma, but Flynn helped you. It made your perception of him glitch a bit.

“Call me Tristan.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. Glitch over.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Oh please do think of me, Tiny. Dream of me, even!” You scoffed, but couldn’t completely conceal the grin that tugged at your lips.

So Tristan Flynn might not be a total alphahole.

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The following months were filled with decorating your small apartment, then redecorating it, settling into your new job at the embassy archives, brunches with Bryce, and of course, parties at the Frat House. It was fun. After your grandmother died and you’d decided to leave home, you weren’t quite sure that you’d find your place. But Lunathion and everyone in it had become home. Hel, Even Tristan Flynn had continued to prove himself to not be a total alphahole. Apparently miracles do happen. Or maybe it was just this odd little group making them happen.

You’d spent more time thinking (and loathsomely, dreaming) about Flynn. Tristan. Ugh. It was getting bad. Marc began bringing him up to see your reaction, and laughing when you directed a withering glare at him. Every. Single. Time. It wasn’t like you’d never had a crush on a male. It’s just that you’d never crushed on someone who was so much a part of your life and the life of your friends. You usually crushed on males so far out of your league that you could put them in a glass case and gaze at them from afar. That was not the case with Tristan Flynn, gods, you were in the stage of the crush where everything he did you wanted to watch. Everything he said you wanted to hear. And it was so godsdamned annoying.

Seriously, you’d never been so annoyed with yourself. And it wasn’t just your heart taking a hit, but your body too. Every time you heard his voice, heat pooled in your stomach. His laugh had your face warming. His gaze on you had you thinking you might actually spontaneously combust. He was just the right amount of charming, kind and alphahole that you never expected to like, let alone crave. Which is exactly why you avoided Tristan Flynn like the fucking plague. That, and you didn’t have enough in your budget to keep buying batteries like the world was ending.

The first party you’d gone to after everything had happened was normal enough, but Flynn hadn’t ever stopped watching you. He’d shift around the room, but he could always see you, and you him. He’d bring you drinks to try and was always ready to roll a bit of mirthroot for you. Hel, he even let you on his beer pong team, despite your warnings (and Marc’s) that you were awful. Flynn only shrugged and laughed good naturedly when you two lost, high-fiving you in mock celebration.

It was after that abysmal game that he brought you another drink, this one in a wine glass.

“Marc told me that you like wine.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You didn’t even know the boys had wine in the house. The kitchen was stocked with so much hard liquor you were surprised there was room for anything else. Taking the glass you gave it a sniff and grinned. Somehow, Tristan Flynn had gotten your favorite wine, and from the way he was watching your face, he knew it too. Marc is such a busybody.

“Thanks Flynn.” You raised the drink in cheers and took a sip. Perfect.

“It’s Tristan, remember?” He stepped closer to you, breaching your personal space. Your traitorous body did not mind. Not one bit. Bitch.

“I told you I’d think about it, remember?” A lazy smile slid across your face as you clutched the wine glass. Flynn looked from your face, to the glass, to your lips, and to the glass again. He took another step closer, gripping the glass lightly and cupping your hand in his much larger one.

Your breath caught as he pulled the glass and your hand along with it towards his mouth. Pulling your eyes to his, you found Flynn watching you, all the while the glass moved closer and closer to his lips. Finally, he took a sip and you couldn’t resist watching his lips kiss the glass. He swallowed, and your eyes dropped to watch his Adam’s apple dip and rise. Flynn leaned closer, closer, closer, until he was right next to your ear.

“You drive a hard bargain Tiny. Guess I’ll have to be patient.” You exhaled a breath as his lips brushed your ear, and then between one breath and the next, Flynn was back to normal, standing in front of you, watching your reaction. Watching for discomfort, you realized. Whatever your face was doing, it wasn’t discomfort, so he smiled that soft smile and strolled away, melting into the party.

So yeah, you were avoiding Tristan Flynn, because honestly you were going to have a heart attack or run out of panties at the rate you were going.

No one else but Marc and Dec seemed to notice in the following months. Marc thought it was hilarious, but Dec was worried. So worried he pulled you aside tonight at what was probably your 30th party at the house, and asked if Flynn had done anything to upset you. You were mortified. All you could do was assure Declan that Flynn hadn’t done anything, and that you were just…awkward. Cthona spare you! Bryce took one look at your face after that conversation and told Hunt to stay at the party while you had a girls night. Hunt looked suspicious, but gave Bryce a quick peck and tugged you to her side.

“Be careful Princess.” Bryce rolled her eyes while still managing to look pleased. The walk back to her apartment was quick, filled with heated debate about the latest episode of Fangs and Bangs. When you reached the elevator to her place she turned to you.

“Okay, I wanted to wait until we were in private, but I have to know…What the Hel is going on between you and Flynn?” You gaped at her for a moment, and the elevator doors dinged open. She grinned. “Come on! There has to be something happening between you two. He always asks about you and—” Bryce stopped short, causing you to bump into her. The door to her apartment was wide open, and there was something on the floor, bleeding, if your nose was to be believed. Too small to be Syrinx, thank Urd, but…Bryce slid a gun into her hand from Urd knows where and advanced slowly, calling Hunt. You followed closely behind, ready to offer whatever backup you could.

“…yeah the door was wide open.” A bit more chatter on the line “No, he didn’t say anything.” A crackle from the line. “Well I don’t fucking know Athalar, I would had asked if — Oh my Gods! Ithan?!”

—

Ithan Holstrom was a sweetheart. The ex-sunball player was kind, gentler than you’d expected and way nicer than anyone should be given he lost his brother and was violently removed from his pack a few weeks ago. You and Ithan had struck up a friendship of sorts. One that relied on you teaching him how to bake, and him becoming your personal trainer. You’d always said you’d pick up your self-defense training after a few weeks in the city, but you never did. Mainly because most classes were held at the Aux and you really, really didn’t want to risk running into Flynn. But after what had happened with Bryce and Ithan, you realized that you really needed to get back into it. You were fairly safe at home and work and with the guys and Bryce, but Lunathion was still a major city. You had been slacking, a lot. So once Ithan had healed properly, and he’d noticed your restlessness, he offered to go running with you. Running turned into a running and an hour of lifting, and then that turned into running in the morning, then lifting and sparring after work.

Ithan was distractingly hot, with the biceps and the easy smile and, oh right, the abs, but still a good teacher. He helped you refresh the basics with a shifter twist, and he didn’t even push when you wouldn’t answer his question as to why you weren’t taking classes at the Aux. Instead of pushing, he asked you to teach him how to make cookies.

Which is why you both stood in your small kitchen, Ithan scratching his head while looking at the recipe card, and you distracted by how his biceps moved with the action. You’d already made a few cakes with Ithan, to Bryce’s delight (she was y’alls taste tester), and you knew he could actually handle himself in the kitchen. Which is exactly why you decided to work on a more challenging recipe than just regular chocolate chip.

“Browned Butter Toffee & Chocolate Chip Cookes? Cthona’s tits, are you sure I can handle this?” You grinned at him, pulling the recipe card out of his hands and nodding.

“Of course Ithan. I wouldn’t give you anything you couldn’t handle. Now grab the butter.” Ithan mumbled something under his breath, but it was so low that you couldn’t make it out.

“The Nid—”

“Yes the Nidarosian butter. Just one stick.” You spun back to your cabinets pulling out brown sugar and Ogean sea salt. You both met at the stovetop, shoulder to shoulder as Ithan looked at you for the next step. “Kay so first we need to melt the butter. Can you grab that pot?” You pointed to the one on the shelf to your right, it was closer to Ithan and if you’re being honest, placed so high that you’d have to climb your counter to grab it. You clearly didn’t use it that often. Ithan grinned and grabbed the pot, placing it on the stovetop.

“Why’d you even put something up that high? You’re so tiny, there’s no way you could reach that.” Rolling your eyes, you dropped the butter into the pan and turned on the burner. Do all Lunathion males think you’re…tiny? You weren’t, you really weren’t, but something about you was apparently small to Flynn and now Ithan.

“What is it with you Lunathion males? Always calling me tiny. I’m not that small!” Ithan laughed, picking up on the frustration in your voice.

“I see I’ve hit a nerve…Tiny.” You scowled pushing him away from you. Willing to play along, he leaned to the side, but not before trapping your hand against his chest and taking you with him. Turning a bit so his back was against the wall, he pulled you closer and looked down, catching the surprise on your face. “Does it really bother you?”

You had no idea what on Urd he was talking about. Not with him so close. One arm pulled you closer to him by the waist and the other trapped your hand against his heart. You could feel it beating through the heat sinking into your skin. Hel, you could feel all of him molded against your front, chest to chest. Ithan dipped his head lower, coming eye-to-eye with you. He asked again. “Does it bother you? The nickname?”

Before you could answer, the scent of perfectly melted Nidarosian butter wafted to you and like a spell broken, you stepped back out of Ithan’s grasp.

“We just need to add the brown sugar and salt, then we whisk it.” Ithan pushed off from the wall casually, and stalked towards you, nodding. You added the ingredients, tilting toward the counter to your left for the whisk.

“And how exactly do we whisk?” Ithan was behind you now, hooking his chin on your shoulder. He continued. “I mean, I know you’ve shown me the whisk before, but I don’t quite remember the technique.” He tilted his mouth towards your ear as he spoke, and his voice made your head just a bit woozy. You let loose a breath before dipping the whisk in the bubbling toffee to be. Mixing with a light flick of your wrist you showed him. Ithan hummed in understanding. “I think I get it, but could you make sure I’m doing it right?” Ithan stepped a touch closer, and the scent of his soap and skin urged you to lean back into his chest. Pulling the whisk from your hand, he gripped it and waved it around. “A hand please, Tiny?”

You dropped your palm on top of his hand, fitting your forearm over his larger one. You guided his hand in the whisking motion you’d shown him before. He hummed again, and stepped impossibly closer, pushing you between the stovetop and his body softly. Then he whisked the boiling toffee perfectly, calming the bubbling liquid. He repeated the action every time the mixture began to bubble for the next few minutes.

“Did I do good, Tiny?” You could have sworn Ithan dipped his nose to your neck when he asked for your approval, but the scent of him and the toffee was distracting enough that you did all you could to drag your attention back to the task at hand.

“Perfect.” This time you definitely felt his grin against your neck. Burning fucking Solas.

“Now what?”

“Now we wait for it to cool.” Ithan nodded into your neck once more, then stepped back.

The cookies turned out perfectly.

—

When Ithan moved into the Frat house, you weren’t at all surprised. Ithan was a sweetheart, and you clearly weren’t the only one who thought so, if the attention that Ruhn, Dec and Flynn showered on him was any indication. You’d noticed it when you met up with Bryce at the house before brunch. The guys were having some sort of Sunball watch party, with Ruhn, Hunt, Dec, Marc, Ithan and Flynn lounging in the living room, snacking and talking shit. Males.

Ever a fan of ignoring a problem (crush) until it goes away (Which has literally never happened to you. Not once.), you hurried Bryce out the door and to the elevator. You could feel Flynn’s stare on you as you hustled out the door, and could hear Ithan’s confusion in his “Hi Tiny! Bye Tiny!” A smack sounded, and Ithan squawked. You barely heard the ‘sorry Pup’ before Bryce shut the door.

Bryce was kind enough to wait until you had both ordered brunch before she began her interrogation.

“Okay, what in fresh fuck is going on with you and Flynn? And Ithan?” She added Ithan to the question with a quirked brow. You debated lying, you really did, but you needed to talk about this with someone. A female, and honestly after all these months, you trusted Bryce.

“You can’t tell anyone. Well, I guess you can tell Hunt. He wouldn’t tell anyone. I don’t think…” Bryce tilted her head to the side, face expectant. No more stalling apparently. “Fine…I…I don’t know.”

“What the Hel do you mean you don’t know?”

“I mean…Flynn is just a flirty guy right? Like he probably looks at most girls like—”

“Like he wants to swallow them whole?” You choked on your breath.

“He does not look at me like that!”

“He really, really does. What happened between you two?”

“Nothing really…” You told Bryce about the first time you met, and then the party, and by the end, she was looking at you like you had five heads.

“In what universe does him doing all that mean he doesn’t like you? Hel, that’s practically a proposal from Flynn.” Now you looked at Bryce like she was crazy. “I’m serious. He asks about you all the time and the only reason he doesn’t have your number and ask you himself is because you haven’t given us permission to give him your number. He. Likes. You.” Bryce didn’t give you a chance to respond, jumping topics. “And what’s going on with you and our resident wolf-boy?” You groaned and dropped your head to the table.

“Please stop talking about them.” You didn’t want to think about them, especially considering how much your subconscious wanted you to think about them. You’d been having increasingly vivid dreams about the two males in your bed for the past week, and it wasn’t getting any better. When you finally raised your head, Bryce was smirking.

“You know…I can see you three together. It’d be hot as Hel too.” You grumbled a few curses and Bryce cackled as you tossed a bread roll at her head. “Seriously, you need to go for it and put everyone out of their misery.” You groaned and Bryce laughed louder “Honestly, let me know if y’all ever give a show. All those muscles, and your ass? Yeah, I’ll be the first to buy a ticket!”

—

Despite Bryce’s encouragement, you avoided the House along with Flynn and Ithan. You couldn’t think about either of them without getting distracted and more than a little wet, so you stayed away. Not necessarily effective, but…old habits and all that. You were just thinking about the viability of actually making new friends when Ithan called. You didn’t have it in you to ignore the call, and honestly, you missed his voice.

“Hey Ithan!” Apparently, your knee jerk reaction was to pretend that you hadn’t been ignoring him and every male you knew in Lunathion for a solid month.

“Hey Tiny. How are you doing?” Ithan sounded wary, which made you wary.

“I’m fine, why?”

“Well I figured you had to be sick or something to be avoiding all of us like we’re lepers.” Silence suffocated the line and you weren’t quite sure how to respond. You could still hear Ithan breathing softly on the line, waiting. Always so patient with you.

“I— I’m sorry.” You searched for more words. A full sentence would be good. “I’m not sick, I’ve just been, off. I didn’t mean to ignore you, or anyone, not really. I was just…in a mood I guess.” Ithan hummed, and you could tell he was mulling over your response.

“Fine, and because I’m super benevolent and shit,” You snorted at that, but let him continue. “I’ll forgive you on one condition.” It was your turn to answer warily.

“Come to the Aux to train with me.” You didn’t answer right away. You couldn’t. You were weighing your options. If you could figure out when Flynn wasn’t there, you could train with Ithan then. That way you’d only have to worry about one of your fantasy males instead of two. You’d have to ask Marc or Declan for — Ithan’s voice sounded on the other side of the line. “Tiny? You still there?” You cleared your throat.

“Oh um yeah. I’m here.” You cringed at yourself. Smooth.

“Well, do we have a deal?” You kissed your teeth in annoyance at the whole thing, but agreed anyways. You didn’t want to lose Ithan as a friend, and you knew Flynn could be a great friend too, you just needed to get over your stupid, ridiculously horny crush and you’d be fine. You know what they say, the only way out, is through.

—

You did not want to be Ithan Holstrom’s friend. You definitely did not want to be Tristan Flynn’s friend. Not when the both of them were shirtless, glistening in sweat and lifting heavy, heavy weights side by side in the Aux training room. Urd help you. You’d gotten there early, just in case you got lost on the way, and those extra ten minutes were gonna be your downfall. Or maybe it was Flynn’s back muscles rippling as cleaned at least 200lbs.

The only way out is through bitch. Wipe the drool from your mouth and get in there.

You inhaled the air of the Aux, thankfully it smelled more like disinfectant than a sweaty locker room, and walked into the training room. There were a few other Fae there, but no one you knew. The music rattled your bones as you nodded to them anyways, circling to stand in front of the two males. They looked even more disgustingly delicious from the front. All pecs and biceps and abs on abs on abs. Burning fucking Solas.

“I thought we were training together.” You quipped.

Ithan dropped his bar with a grin, and bounded over to hug you, sweaty limbs and all. You stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“Not a chance Holstrom, I can smell you from here.” He grinned and lurched forward like he was going to hug you anyways. You yelped and stepped back shouting a quick ‘no way in Hel!’. Then Flynn stepped beside Ithan, placed his hand where Ithan’s neck joined his shoulder and squeezed, just a bit. Ithan’s eyes flashed and the look he leveled at Flynn was…heated.

“You bothering Tiny, Pup?” The words had an effect on you. An effect you did not want to be having in a room full of Fae with sensitive noses. Still, you couldn’t look away from the two of them.

“We’re just playing T.” Flynn turned his attention to you, and your body heated under his gaze. He did a full body scan, starting at your eyes, looking down to your chest, down and down to your shorts and further down still at your legs. When he drew his gaze back up, you swallowed.

“Looks like Tiny is ready to train, Pup. Why don’t you get her warmed up?” Another bar dropped on the floor loudly, and broke you out of whatever trance Tristan Flynn’s eyes put you in. Ithan seemed a bit more focused too, and for the next 45 minutes you warmed up, and did your strength training.

Flynn watched you both the whole time. Paying extra attention when Ithan corrected your posture for your hang cleans and squats. He even watched as you and Ithan moved over to the sparring ring, arms folded, biceps bulging and eyes tracking the both of you he was the wolf.  

Ithan took it easy on you at the start. You didn’t really like sparring in the first place, preferring the conceptual techniques and repetitive training to actually fighting, but you needed the practice. You took a few hits to the shoulder and one annoying one to the cheek, but Ithan wasn’t going full strength. You didn’t ask him to and you were pretty sure he never would have anyways. Your last combo pushed Ithan back on his heels just long enough for you put him in a headlock. Well…your version of a headlock on a male who’s at least a head and a half taller than you. Really, you were hanging onto his neck from behind, but close enough.

You and Ithan laughed, and Flynn applauded from the sidelines. Then, he hopped up into the ring and sauntered towards us.

“Looks like our Tiny has quite a few moves up her sleeve.” You tried to ignore Flynn’s use of ‘our’ as he carried on. “Do you think she can handle both of us at once Pup?”

Your eyes flashed to the male in annoyance, but already you were thinking of strategies. Flynn could tell. The moment his eyes caught yours, they brightened in excitement. Ithan wasn’t so sure.

“I don’t know T, It’s—”

“I can take it.” Sweet merciful Cthona you did not just say that. “I mean, I can take you two.” Flynn’s smirk grew as you continued to ramble. “I mean, I can handle you two. In a fight.” Ithan and Flynn shared another look, then turned back to you, grinning.

“Rules, T?” Ithan asked as he circled the ring.

“No scratching, hair pulling or ball busting. Everything else is fair game.” You nodded, already thinking about what exactly you could do and glad to hear that biting was still on the table. Suckers.

The key to fighting multiple opponents hand-to-hand, is to stack them. If one is coming at you from your front, turn so that no matter where the other attacker is, they can’t get to you without going through their friend. You knew the concept of stacking well enough, and had practiced it with at least 5 people at once, but these two males on the mat weren’t simply people. They were trained, and they were ready to lay you down on that mat. As much as the thought appealed to you, you weren’t in the mood to hear the alphaholes gloating about it for the next century.

Flynn grabbed for you first, and you flitted out of the way. You were feeling each other out. He lunged again, and you dodged, but you also noticed Ithan watching, waiting. You noticed him circling Flynn and you, and when Ithan finally lunged, you ran straight for Flynn, grabbing his shoulder and forearm and yanking him in front of you and therefore in front of Ithan.

The two males grunted as they slammed into each other, and you stepped away from Flynn, letting gravity do the work for you. The two tumbled to the ground face first but before you could crow your triumph, Ithan grabbed your ankle and sent you to the floor as well. Ithan swung his leg over your hips with a grin, pinning you to the ground with a wicked smile. He leaned closer to your face as Flynn grabbed your wrists and pulled them above your head.

For a moment, all logical thought left your brain as you felt Ithan on top of you and Flynn’s grip burning into your wrists, but then you heard Flynn chuckle. And it was so much like the chuckle you heard when you first met him that you snapped back to reality, shoved your hips up like you were doing a bridge, then flipped over to the left quickly enough that Ithan toppled over and so that within a second, you were on top of him. Take that alphaholes!

While the males were still in shock, you yanked your hands towards your chest, dragging Flynn along on his knees and bit his hands that circled your wrists. He let out a shout of surprised pain and you hopped up and out of their space, bouncing on your toes in fighting stance. Flynn and Ithan stayed on the ground, staring up at you. It was your turn to smirk.

“Told you I could handle you.”

—

You’d been in Lunathion for one entire year. You couldn’t believe how much had changed, how much you had changed but you were grateful. You loved your minuscule apartment, you loved your friends, Hel, you even loved the disgusting Frat House. It had a certain sticky charm. What you did not love was Bryce and Marc, pestering you about Flynn and Ithan.

“Nothing’s going to happen.” You waved them off and continued walking towards the Frat House. Apparently Ruhn was hosting some sort of watch party for something about Sunball. You didn’t really care, but you wanted to be surrounded by your people. Even if they were yelling nonsense at a tv screen.

“Not if you don’t initiate it! Those males are practically salivating over you.” You scrunched your nose at the image of it. “Seriously, how stubborn can you be?!”  Marc sounded more frustrated than usual about the whole situation, and you side-eyed him.

“I’m not being stubborn, but I have no interest in complicating things. We just became friends.” That much was true. You, Flynn and Ithan had formed your own triad of sorts after that first training session in the Aux. There were certain things you always did together, and you wouldn’t give up your post training smoothie session with the two of them for anything. Not even their dicks. Cthona spare you.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated, I’m sure you all can figure out how to fuck.”

“Bryce!”

“She’s right, though! Flynn and Ithan are obsessed with you. The three of you are basically inseparable, and honestly, you’d be really cute together.”

“That’s what I told her Marc! She never listens.” You were a few blocks away now, and you rolled your eyes at the two. A phone chimed, and Bryce pulled hers out, scowling at the screen.

“Marc, did you get the ice?” Marc looked at Bryce in confusion.

“Pretty sure you were supposed to get the ice, Princess.”

“ Well Ruhn says that if either of us walk into the House without ice, we won’t be allowed in.” Marc frowned.

“Seems a bit aggressive for ice but…” They both turned to me. “We’re going to go get ice, we’ll see you in there.” Then, they turned away and started walking in the opposite direction. Weirdos.

When you finally made it to the house, it was quiet for once. Creepy. You called out to see if anyone would answer as you pushed the door open, but you were met with silence. Super creepy. You pulled out your stun gun and flicked it on, just in case. You passed the stairwell, and took in the living room. It was dark, no strobe lights or even the light from the TV. Just as you were about to turn tail and leave there was a burst of noise and light.

“Surprise!” What the fuck?

The confusion must have shown on your face, because as everyone in your life in Lunathion cheered and celebrated, Marc walked up to you to explain.

“It your anniversary party! It’s been a year since you moved to Lunathion and joined our rag tag little group. We wanted to celebrate you.” Tears pricked at your eyes, and you felt a watery smile growing. Marc had thrown you a party.

“How did you get everyone to come?” Marc grinned like a cat who caught the canary.

“Oh. No. This wasn’t my idea. This was all Flynn and Ithan. They organized it, invited everyone, the whole shebang. I just showed up.”

“And forgot the ice.” Marc rolled his eyes.

“There was never any ice…” He kept talking, but you tuned him out. You scanned the room for a sign of the two males, but they were no where to be found. So you interrupted Marc’s rambling for answers.

“Where are they?”

—

You found Ithan in the kitchen in front of a yellow three-tiered monstrosity and a piping bag in hand. He was humming to himself as he piped purple flowers onto the cake. You called his name to get his attention.

“Tiny?” He whirled to face you, smile widening as you stared at him, and then the cake. He followed your stare to the cake and jumped up, towards you, hands coming to cover your eyes. “Close your eyes Tiny! It’s bad luck for you to see the cake before the…um, time for cake.” You snorted.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot right?” You turned to face him head tilted up to see a bit of vulnerability in his eyes. You opened your mouth to say what, you weren’t sure, but Flynn breezed in, and answered for the both of you.

“Pup, you’re our idiot. Isn’t that right Tiny?” Flynn winked at you both, and rounded the counter. As soon as he was close enough, you pulled both of them into a hug.

“I can’t believe you guys did this for me.” You squeezed them tighter. “Thank you.” You pulled back a bit, and Ithan nodded, glancing at you with a soft smile before he returned to the cake. When you turned to Flynn, your eyes widened at the intensity of his gaze.

“We’ve got you Tiny. Just like you’ve got us.” You melted a bit at the sincerity in Flynn’s eyes, and nodded in agreement. After everything that happened this year, you would absolutely go to bat for every person in this house right now, especially Flynn and Ithan. Flynn smiled after a moment. “Now go enjoy your party baby, we’ll see you in a bit.” Your heart stopped at the endearment, but Flynn merely guided you to the threshold of the kitchen and nudged you towards the party.

—

You’d never had so much fun in your life. Flynn and Ithan had arranged for you to play a bunch of stupid party games that you’d never been able to try out at the regular Frat House Parties and they were fun. You had all the people you loved under one roof, playing games, yelling to your favorite songs, shoveling yellow cake with purple flowers into their mouths and you felt light and happy and loved. That was all thanks to Flynn and Ithan. So, before the night wore into morning and your friends were all too wasted to appreciate it, you gave a toast.

“First of all, I want to thank you for coming. I wasn’t sure I’d last a week in Lunathion, let alone a year, and I’m beyond grateful to have you all here celebrating this with me. When I first got to the city, I was so sure I wouldn’t find home again,” you’d thought home had died a while back, with your grandmother and her cottage and her love. “But then I met you all, and I remembered exactly what home feels like. And now, thanks to you, I get to love my life, love my friends, and love my home.” Everyone ‘Awwed’ in the way drunken friends do. You caught Flynn and Ithan’s eyes watching you.

“I also want to thank Flynn and Ithan. We had an…interesting start…” Everyone laughed, and Flynn quirked a smirk. Ithan just grinned like the puppy he was. “But they’ve become a huge part of my life, and I want to thank them both for putting all of this together for me.” Everyone applauded until Ruhn fell backwards on the couch next to Dec, releasing a gust of air and smirking.

“Dec, I think we better find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” This time, everyone laughed and though you felt embarrassment heating your face, your eyes also caught Flynn’s, then Ithan’s. Maybe Ruhn was right. Maybe Bryce and Marc were right.

—

Everyone left in about an hour. Everyone but Flynn and Ithan. You had started to clean up the living room, not willing to leave all of the work to the males. Especially not after all they did.

“You should not be cleaning Tiny. This is your party.” You turned towards Flynn, grinning. He walked towards you, and in a display of boldness, or maybe comfort, you draped your arms on his shoulders. Your hands came together around his neck, and as he tilted your chin up, your hands played with the short hairs falling onto his neck.

“I’m pretty sure the party’s over Flynn.” Flynn hummed in acknowledgment and dipped his head lower, lower, lower, towards your lips.

“Always so astute Tiny.” Then, finally, Flynn kissed you. His lips were just as soft as you imagined, and Flynn luxuriated in the kiss, in your lips. Here was the kiss you’d been dreaming and daydreaming about for the past three months. The kiss that curled your toes and sent fire rushing through your veins. Finally, finally—

“Finally.” You giggled at Flynn’s words against your lips. “Come to bed with me, baby?” Your heart jumped at the endearment again, and you nodded, wrapping your legs around Flynn’s waist as he lifted you closer to him. He kissed your neck as he walked you up the steps, into his room. He had you back down on the bed before you could even think about the last time you were in his room.

Flynn plastered himself onto you without hesitation, nuzzling your neck and nipping your ear.

“Is this okay Tiny?” You nodded frantically, and he continued kissing your skin, first down your neck, then to your chest, right above your tits. “Is this okay baby?” You nodded again. Annoyed at the absence of his lips. He chuckled and returned his attention to your skin nipping and sucking and driving your out of your mind.

Flynn moved further still, pulling off your clothes with ease and caressing your stomach with a hand, then a kiss, then another kiss lower and lower and —

“Burning Solas Flynn!” He nipped at your clit before lifting his head.

“Say my name Tiny.” He locked his stare with yours, then gave your pussy an experimental lick. Your hips jerked up, but Flynn braced his forearm over your them, holding you in place. “My name baby, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” He dipped down to lick into you again and you keened.

“T, please.” You’d liked hearing the short name coming out of Ithan’s mouth and had been dying to try it since you first heard it. Apparently, it was not what Flynn was looking for. He nipped at your clit again, the pain curling your toes until it melted into pleasure as you did your best to push your pussy onto his face, chasing more of his tongue and teeth and lips.

“Not quite.” You whined.

“You let Ithan call you T, why can’t I call you T?”

“Because,” Flynn gripped your thighs and pulled your closer to his face as his stare heated your body. “My name belongs in your mouth baby.” Then, Flynn dipped his head back to your pussy and licked and sucked and—

“Tristan! Fuck” And apparently, that was all he needed to hear. Flynn—Tristan ate you out until all you could think was ‘oh Gods, oh Tristan, oh my fucking gods.’ By the time you came, your hands were deep in his hair and your legs were locked around his ears. Tristan lapped up every single bit of your orgasm, happy to have your legs wrapped around his head for as long as you wanted.

When you finally released your legs he crawled up your body with a goofy grin.

“What did you think baby?” Even though he just gave you a five star orgasm, you couldn’t resist messing with him, just a little bit. So instead of giving any short verbal answer, you shrugged. That set him off enough to tickle you, and you did not think this through. You shrieked through laughter as his fingers dances along your sides and your kicked fruitlessly between his braced legs. Finally you slapped his arms to get his attention.

“I gotta pee Tristan! I gotta pee!” You were still mid giggle when he stopped, face soft with a smile.

“Fine, but I’m only letting you go because you called me Tristan.” You rolled your eyes at his proclamation.

“You’re ridiculous.” He hummed in agreement and rolled off of you so you could get off the bed.

You stumbled to the bathroom, leaving Tristan laughing at your baby deer impression, and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Flushed, eyes bright, happy. Happy, happy, happy. You peed and while you were washing your hands, Tristan pulled the door open. You turned off the sink and dried your hands as he crowded closer, lifting you to sit on the counter.

“You were taking too long.” You grinned as he leaned in to kiss you and lost yourself his lips for a bit. Soon enough, Tristan was rocking into the crook of your legs, his clothed cock pressing against your increasingly wet pussy. You moaned his name, and Tristan growled, rocking against you a bit firmer.

“We should—” you gasped as he pushed against you again “We should take a shower.” Tristan groaned and you began to pull off his shirt. “Seriously, I want a shower.” You ran your hands down his chest and reached for the fly of his jeans “I want a shower with you Tristan.” You began pushing the jeans down his legs, leaning into him further to whisper in his ear. “Please, Tristan.” That was all it took.

Tristan wrapped your legs around him as he turned, stalked into the shower and yanked the knob to turn it on. You yelped as the cold water his your skin. Tristan let out a low rumbling laugh as he sucked your neck. “You wanted a shower baby.” Then he pressed you against the wall, dropped to his knees and lifted your legs onto his shoulders.

You’d be the first to say you wasted a lot of water.

Tristan didn’t let your legs touch the shower floor until you were begging for more. The water had long gone cold as you tried to focus on seeing rather than feeling. Tristan rose up, cock standing at attention, and wrapped your arms around his neck. With his eyes locked on yours, Tristan guided himself to your pussy and pushed in, past the tightest ring of muscles in your wet heat until he bottomed out.

“Burning fucking Solas Tristan.” He could only groan in response, stilling even more as you began to wiggle on his cock, urging him to move. You were full to bursting and need him to move. “Please.” Before he could start pounding into you like you both wanted, Ithan walked in, headphones blasting music loud enough that you could hear it over the sounds of the shower, completely oblivious to the two of you. Well, he was, until he took breath and scented the air.

His eyes flashed to yours then traveled down your neck and chest, catching on Tristan’s back and…ass, you assumed. Tristan rested his head against your neck for a second then slowly pulled you off of his cock. You whimpered at the loss of fullness, head leaning back against the tiled wall. Tristan guided you to your feet, and turned to Ithan.

“Hi Pup.” Ithan swallowed, and stared at the both of you, transfixed. “Tiny and I are taking a shower, do you want to join us?” Ithan nodded silently, and you felt a rush of wetness between your legs. Tristan moved you in front of him, and he dipped his fingers into your pussy for just a moment. You gasped, leaning back into his touch. “Great, you can help me make sure Tiny gets clean.” You whipped your head towards him, but he only stared at Ithan.

“Tiny, baby, can you help Ithan get ready for the shower?” You nodded, carefully stepping out of the shower and towards Ithan. Pushing yourself up on your tip toes so that you could kiss him while you slid his shirt off, kissing down his chest while you pushed his pants down his legs, kneeling further to nuzzle your face at his hips as you pulled off his briefs and pressed a kiss to the left of his thick cock. He had more girth than Tristan, and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

One little lick couldn’t hurt, and you didn’t have the self control anyways. Grabbing Ithan’s cock, you licked a wet line on the underside of his cock savoring the taste of the precut dripping down. Ithan groaned, but before he could do anything, Tristan spoke.

“Pup, come put Tiny on my cock.” Without question, Ithan lifted you in his arms, and you wrapped your arms and legs around him. You whimpered as he walked, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abs. When he made it to the shower, and lifted you towards Tristan you could see a string of your wetness reaching from his abdomen to your pussy. The sight was enough to make all of you groan, and as Ithan lifted you back towards Tristan you dropped your head back onto Tristan’s shoulder.

“Good boy, Pup.” Ithan let out a whimper, and a pump of precum slipped down his shaft. Your pussy clenched in solidarity. Tristan gripped your thighs, spreading you open right in front of Ithan. “Hold my cock still for her Pup.” You couldn’t see much as Tristan lowered you back onto his cock, but you couldn’t help the breathless wail that escaped when he dropped you onto the last few inches.

You felt Tristan’s groan rumble from his chest to your back, and you tried to breathe normally. With Tristan filling you up and Ithan playing with your tits, it didn’t really work. Ithan groaned, and you noticed he was gripping his cock in front of you, staring straight at the point where you and Tristan were joined.

“T, please.”

“You’re both so polite when you want to get fucked aren’t you?” Before you could snipe at him, Tristan fucked into you one, two, three times. Hard. “Pup, I want you to get on your knees and clean Tiny’s thighs and pussy up. She’s made quite the mess.” Ithan dropped to his knees just like Tristan directed, and began lapping at your thighs. As you relaxed into the feeling, Tristan began to move, fucking up into you. By the time Ithan got to your clit, you were well and truly floating.

“Great job Pup, I think you deserve a reward.” Ithan rested his head on your thigh as Tristan continued to coo. “Don’t you think Ithan deserves a reward Tiny?” You nodded, dazed. Tristan lowered your legs to the ground and leaned you forward. You whimpered at the feeling of Tristan’s dick pushing deeper into you. “Stand up Pup. Let Tiny clean you up now.” Tristan grabbed your left arm for leverage as he resumed fucking into you, and you used your other to reach for Ithan’s cock.

You started at the tip, licking the precum away and savoring the taste. You listened as everyone’s moans echoed off the bathroom tiles and when Ithan grabbed your head, you sank deep into that floating feeling. You licked down the rest of his shaft, and sucked him down so far you felt him in the back of your throat. It wasn’t long until Ithan was groaning just a little bit louder than you and Tristan.

“Ready to come Pup?” You couldn’t see his answer, but you felt Ithan tense under your hand, and within seconds, he was filling your mouth. Ithan switched from holding your head to stroking your hair, and allowed you to suck until he was so sensitive he had to pull out of your mouth himself. As soon as Ithan pulled out, Tristan began fucking you in earnest. You closed your eyes as Ithan caressed your face. Soon enough, you were ready to cum, and Tristan could tell, he slowed his pace and pulled you back up against his chest. Ithan followed, stepping back into the tub, pressing his chest to yours and nuzzling into your neck.

“Pup, you want to help Tiny come hard don’t you?” You felt Ithan nod against your neck. “Then I need you to rub her little clit, while I finish fucking her tight little pussy.” You whimpered at the words. “Can you do that for us Pup?”

“Yeah T.” Ithan’s voice was raw and low. Nearly a subvocal growl, but he didn’t seem to notice, merely planting his hand on your belly and brushing his thumb across your clit. You jolted at the feeling and Tristan resumed his pace. It took you seconds to fall off the edge and you pulled Tristan along with you easily.

The three of you panted together, you sandwiched between the two men you’d been dreaming about for months, fucked beyond belief, and so freaking happy.

“I think we should all get to my bed and rest up before round two. What do you think Tiny? Pup?” Tristan accented your nicknames with a nip at your cheek causing you and Ithan to giggle before breaking out into laughter, stumbling to Tristan’s bedroom to do exactly as suggested.

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A/N: I hope you liked it! I wasn’t seeing enough Tristan fic honestly, and decided to write my own. I was def inspired by ‘And They Were Roommates’ by @vermillionflames and this ask by @writingsbychlo (I’ve absolutely devoured their Azriel fics so I’m not surprised at least one of them inspired me 🤷🏾‍♀️) cause it was just so cute! 

I also saw this amazing art and took one look at Flynn’s wiki picture and knew I couldn’t resist writing this one. I’m not really a smut writer (I’m definitely a smut reader 😏) so I hope it was okay!

🍪 If you want the recipe to the cookies you and Ithan make, you can find it here. They are so fucking good y’all, totally worth the effort! 

Happy reading (and baking)!

[dialdrvnk]

like this for a random starter from one of the muses below the cut. it may or may not be smutty or leading up to something. idk yet. i guess we'll see. i WILL come to you for muse oooor you can make it easier for both of us, and choose to reply with who you want. you can read more about them all HERE.

ALEXANDER HAWKINS - jon bernthal fc. crime lord. heterosexual.

ATLAS OAKLEY - austin butler fc. rock star. heterosexual.

CHERRY SANFORD - madelyn cline fc. bartender & barista. bisexual.

DECLAN MURHY - barry keoghan fc. p*rn star. heterosexual.

EMMETT SANTOS - shawn mendes fc. café owner. heterosexual.

LUANA CRUZ - camila mendes fc. beach bar owner. bicurious.

MADDOX FAULKNER - glen powell fc. veterinarian. heterosexual.

SAWYER WALSH - ben barnes fc. chief executive officer. heterosexual.

SHILOH REID - antonia gentry fc. black hat hacker. bisexual.

YASMIN NAVARRO - ester expósito fc. college student. bisexual.

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Can you believe Ruhn Danaan and the frat pack ended toxic masculinity. So sexy of them honestly

[shallyne]

Well, anyways, I was bored and made a list with book characters that I like from A to Z (couldn't come up with something for Q)

Book Characters List

A

Aemmory Percyval Taxus

Aelin Galathynius

Andarna

Amara Maroni

Alpha Villanova

Abraxos

Annaleigh Thaumas

Aedion Ashryver

Alexis

Asterin Blackbeak

Aaron Warner

Apollion

Aidas

Ansel of Briarcliff

Ash

Addie LaRue

Avery Kylie Grambs

Ash Maddox

Alex Volkov

Ava Chen

Alessandra Davenport

B

Bryce Quinlan

Bryaxis

Bone Carver

Brie

Barney Fitz-Amobi

Bel Price

Bridget Van Ascheberg

C

Corvina Clemm

Cassius

Cardan Greenbriar

Chloe Green

Camila Dunne

Cinnamon Hotpepper

Cormac Donnall

Catherine Pinkerton

Cara Ward

Cal

Carter Price

Chrstian Harper

D

Danika Fendyr

Dante Maroni

Donatella Dragna

Declan Emmett

Dorian Havilliard

Dante Russo

Dominic Davenport

E

Elide Lochan

Evangeline Fox

Emilia DiCarlo

Envy

Evelyn Hugo

Ember Quinlan

Elspeth Spindle

Evangelina Sage

Elm Rowan

F

Feyre Archeron

Fenrys Moonbeam

Fallon

Felix

Fleetfoot

G

Gavriel

H

Hunt Athalar

Helion

Hannah Rooney

I

Imogen

Iris Winnow

Ione Hawthorne

Isabella Valencia

J

Jacks

Juliette Ferrars

Jude Duarte

Jesiba Roga

Jurian

Jest

Jack Brunswick

Jespyr Yew

Josh Chen

Jules Ambrose

K

Kenji Kishimoto

Kaltain Rompier

Kai Young

L

Lilith

Lyla

Lorcan Salvaterre

Lidia Cervos

Legend

Lysandra

Lehabah

Liam Mairi

Luc

Luna Caine

Libby

M

Manon Blackbeak

Morrigan

Morana Vitalio

Meghan Chase

N

Nesryn Faliq

Nazeera Ibrahim

Nash Hawthorne

Naomi Ward

Nightmare

O

Oraya

Oak Greenbriar

P

Pippa Fitz-Amobi

Purrcival

Q

R

Rhysand

Raihn

Ruhn Danaan

Rogan

Rowan Whitethorn

Randall Silago

Rhiannon Matthias

Razor

Ravi Singh

Ravyn Yew

Renelm Yew

Roman Kitt

Rachel Price

Rhys Larsen

S

Shara Wheeler

Scarlett Dragna

Stryga

Suriel

Sartaq

Syrinx

Sgaeyl

Sal Singh

Stanley Forbes

Stella Alonso

Sloane Kensington

T

Tristan Caine

Tristan Flynn

Thea Delion

Tairn

Thimble

Tandri

Trystan Maverine

U

Usha

V

Violet Sorrengail

Vale

Vincent

Vittoria di Carlo

Viv

Vivian Lau-Russo

W

Wrath

Wren

X

Xaden Riorson

Y

Yrene Towers

Z

Zephyr Villanova

[fictional-malewife-tournament]

Here’s our line up guys. 👍

Here is the list right now, there is a lot so they’ll be seperated into 8 groups and then we will go through all of those 8 groups to get to the end.

group 1:

Rom vs Puss in boots 

Alex (stardew) vs Jim Kirk

Roulx Kaard vs Jin Zixuan

Caleb wittebane vs 2bdamned

David Kostyk vs Mirabel’s dad

Kanji tatsumi vs Papyrus

Bob vs weyoun

Donkey vs Duster

Gren vs Janus the silverdeath

Lloyd vs Hannibal lector

Todoroki vs Gajeel redfox

David (lilo) vs link (botw)

Sugawara vs Pixel-Mess

M!Robin vs Stanley pines

Ben Chang vs Quirrel

Saul Goodman vs Will graham

Group 2: 

Kiryu vs Hero

The medic vs Ron

Percy Jackson vs professor Layton 

Neelix vs Iggy frome

King Harrow vs Lucas (Runs factory five)

Yu Narakami vs Elliot (stardew)

Jakob vs Aoi kurashiki 

Sokka vs Moxie

Nightwing vs tatsu

Archer (emiya) vs Master splinter (2018)

Barius vs Forrest

Ryuuji vs Jay walker 

Sanji vs Garmadon

Quark vs Kaito

Fox mulder vs tenma tsukasa

Leon (Pokémon) vs Delbert Doppler

group 3:

Berdly vs Marten Reed

Kai (ninjago) vs James 

Usui vs Gobber

Charlie vs Steve Harrington

Alec lightwood vs kronk

Paper vs Dr octopus

Discord vs Dedue

Arven vs Harvey Dent

Hunter vs Christopher Pike

Narciso vs Kermit

Cletus Jones vs Gomez Addams

Tom vs The king

Klavier Gavin vs Greg Universe

Kamado Tanjiro vs Brock (unikitty)

Ashe vs Louis Moriarty

Sisko vs dale lee

Group 4: 

Trip vs Brady

Franky (one piece) vs Tom Wambsgans

Shinra vs Jaskier

Your father vs Banquo

Silver the hedgehog vs Troy Barnes

Archer vs Space Boyfriend

Donald Duck vs Mr clean

Ren vs Nandor the relentless

Cove Holden vs Magnus Burnside

Bail organa vs Hiccup

Riker vs Corpus

yoo joonghyuck vs Kazuki

Fan vs kunikida doppo

Lazlo cravensworth vs loid forger

Peter b Parker vs Ken

Ryunosuke Naruhodo vs venti

group 5:

Prince Fluff vs Sarek

Nagito vs Zagreus

Macbeth vs Lucas (mother 3)

Stede vs Anakin skywalker

Tack vs Felix Madrigal

Jason mendoza vs N (murder drones)

Ren (oxenfree) vs Soren

Saru vs Kaveh

Castiel vs Yarne

Ivor vs King furgus

Kuboyasu Aren vs James Wilson

Yeza Brenatto vs Kristoff

Makoto Naegi vs Stoick

Tomohisa Kaname vs hunk

Peeta vs Jadzia

Kim Gonja vs Henry clerval

Group 6: 

Ron delite vs wang pangzi

Sam (Sam and max) vs Emmett

Kazuha vs serizawa katsuya

Jayce talis vs Asmodeus (iruma-kun)

Kai satou vs Professor Saguaro

Steve cob vs Minato Namikaze 

Dean Winchester vs Chakotay

Eugene Fitzherbert vs Chat noir

Spitelout vs Spock

Matt hooper vs Childe 

Siegblut vs Worf 

Edric Blight vs Yanki

Control (from southern reach) vs Tuco Salamanca

Seteth vs Louis de pointe du lac

Maes hughes vs Kazuma Asogi

Dr Watson vs Thoma

Group 7: 

Tennisball vs Barry bluejeans 

Luigi vs Hatsuharu

Snotlout vs howl

Jay (ghosts) vs dj Octavio

Gregory house vs Elliot Spencer

The mad hatter vs Joe tazuna

Basil hallward vs Harvey (Stardew)

Ethan winters vs olruggio

Albedo vs pleakly 

The heavy vs Jake English

Bruce Wayne vs Shen wei 

Naven NukNuk vs Dante (mystreet)

Phillip vs bow

Anji Mito vs Fishlegs

Stanford vs Speedwagon

Bariel vs Jesse Pinkman

Group 8: 

Ralsei vs Goofy

Sam (stardew) vs Seymour (little shop of horrors)

Ethari vs Cecil

Fix it Felix vs Kaoru hakaze

Ignus scientia vs Lukas

Majima vs Hercules

Magolor vs Calcelmo

Fred vs Randy Hapukurk

Kurogiri vs The riddler

Declan lynch vs Philza

Jaune vs Sergeant Schultz

Reiji Sakamaki vs Q

Luo Binghe vs King of hearts

Thatcher Davis vs Jonathan buyers

[simsbustindown]

poor declan, the twins would wake him up like every night. 

[helionmylove]

Lone Wolves

Ithan Holstrom x Reader

Word Count: 2727

Not beta read

WARNINGS: Smut, there is like a sentence of degradation, praise k!nk, his roommates definitely heard you two, unprotected piv, or@l m receiving, f!ngering

SUMMARY: Ithan reconnects with a fellow lone wolf and former friend. After spending a lot of time together, Ithan gets annoyed by his roommates teasing, so smut ensues. Ithan is probably really out of character, I have no clue what this is. Oops.

You left the den after the pack of devils died. It was a difficult and odd decision, not many people had understood. But your mother had died two years before and your father wasn’t in the picture, so you didn’t have any family holding you there, and then shit hit the fan once the devils were murdered. Danika kept everyone in line, whether she realized it or not. With her gone, you didn’t feel welcome in the den. Omegas, like yourself, were considered the weak links of a pack. Many believe the only thing worse than being an omega is being a lone wolf. But according to Sabine there’s something even worse: being half human and an omega. So, when Sabine started getting worse, you left. It was painful at first, but you managed.

A few years later, you heard Ithan Holstrom got kicked out and the shit beat out of him. You’d been friends before, so you reached out and told him that if he needed someone to talk to, you’d be there. 

It took a few weeks, but he eventually showed up at your apartment with a pizza, beer, and hard seltzers on night out of the blue. When you opened the door, Ithan was standing there in an old sunball hoodie and a pair of gray sweatpants. His hair seemed shinier.

“Uh hi?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“I know it’s rude to show up unannounced, but I come bearing gifts.” He held up the six packs in one hand and pizza boxes in the other.

You step aside, letting him into the tiny apartment. “I never told you my address.”

He walked in, heading to where he could see your small kitchen to place his offerings down. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I asked Declan Emmett to find out for me.”

“Hanging out with the fae now?”

“Living with them.”

You stood with him in the kitchen and couldn’t help but notice he’d gotten even more attractive than the last time you’d seen him. You’d always had a crush on Ithan, how could you not? He was sweet and athletic and gorgeous. You rubbed your eyes, forcing the thought out of your mind. 

“What brings you by, Ithan?” You question, grabbing a slice of pizza and sitting on the counter. 

“Well,” he ran a hand through his hair, getting his own slice, “I was thinking about… stuff. Reread your text. Next thing I knew I was stealing booze from Flynn’s stash and ordering a pizza on my way here.”

“Couldn’t give me a head’s up?”

“My hands were full?” 

You couldn’t help smiling at the cheeky grin on his face. He seemed to be doing well, that was good.

“So, just feeling nostalgic?”

“Honestly?” Ithan’s face fell. “I had some questions.” You took a swig of your drink and nodded for him to continue. “Does it ever get easier?”

“Quite the philosophical question, Holstrom.”

“I mean the lone wolf thing.”

“I figured.” You sighed and shrugged. “I suppose so. I mean, every now and then I miss that feeling of belonging but I’ve moved on, I guess. Why?” You frown. “Is it getting to you?”

“Every now and then.” He took a swig from his beer, leaning beside where you sat. “It’s been nice hanging out with Bryce again. I like living with the guys, and we have each other’s backs. But…”

“But you miss having other wolves around.” You finished for him, earning a solemn nod in response. “Maybe we could help each other out.”

“Become a pack of two?” He suggested.

“A pack of loners,” you nudge his side with your foot laughing softly.

He held his drink up to yours in a toast, clinking the cans. “To the pack of loners.”

——————

You two had spent all of your free time together. It got to the point where you were spending more time at Ruhn’s house than you were in your own apartment. Like right now, you and Ithan were sitting on the couch in the living room, with Flynn on the opposite end of the couch, and Declan in a chair beside him.

Ithan had sat incredibly close to you, draping an arm around your shoulders, his fingers absentmindedly drawing circles on your arm. You tried not to pay attention to it, looking anywhere but at him. You had noticed his tendency to ignore your personal space whenever the guys were around.

Ruhn walked in the front door, scanning the room as he entered. “Something’s different. It’s too quiet in here.”

“The fire sprites are upstairs watching Fangs and Bangs on my tablet.” Flynn shrugged.

“Which we could have been watching down here,” you chimed in. 

“No,” Declan, Flynn, and Ithan said simultaneously. It had been an argument for about ten minutes, them versus you and the fire sprites over what to watch. You lost, the guys deciding to watch highlights from some sunball game. 

“You’re more than welcome to go join my girls upstairs.” Flynn hummed.

“She’s not going in your room.” Ithan shut him down, eyes trained on the tv.

The three fae males all shared a knowing look, the same sinister smirks breaking out across their faces. You sat back into the couch, trying to avoid their stares, but ended up cuddling closer to Ithan by accident. 

“Why not?” Declan chimed in. “It’s not like Flynn would be up there anyway.”

“She should come hang out in my room. We’ll have a great time.” Ruhn winked playfully.

“Don’t get in the way of the poor girl’s fun, pup.” Flynn nudged him.

A muscle feathered in Ithan’s jaw. He stood up, taking your hand and heading upstairs to his room. A chorus of “oh come on pups it was a joke” and obnoxious laughter sounded from downstairs as Ithan ushered you into his room.

“What’s wrong with you?” You huff as you sit on his bed.

“Nothing.” He grumbles, laying face down on his bed.

“They were just messing around, Holstrom.” You nudge him playfully. “No need to go all alphahole over it.”

“I’m not.” He swats your hands away.

You take the opportunity to poke him all over: his cheeks, chest, stomach, anywhere that would bother him. He continues swatting at you. Eventually deciding that he’s had enough, he takes hold of your wrists and pins you to the bed. He’s impossibly close. His breath is warm against your face. His eyes hold yours in an unfaltering gaze.

“Ithan,” You gasp.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips before he gently pressed his lips to yours. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft, the kiss was gentle but firm. Ithan’s grip tightened on your wrists, his weight shifting over you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was holding himself back. He broke the kiss, eyes fluttering open slowly. 

“I’m sorry,” his voice was wrecked.

“Why?” You furrowed your brows, studying his face.

“Why? Y/N, I shouldn’t have forced that on you.” 

You rolled your eyes, wriggling your wrists out of his hold to grip his hair, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. Then the other corner. Then fully onto his lips. 

It only took a second before Ithan took control. His strong hands holding your waist in a firm grip. His soft lips against yours in a claiming kiss. A gasp falls from your mouth into his, as he slides his powerful thigh between your legs, right against where you want him most. The way you grind ever so slightly onto his thigh brings a satisfied growl from him. You grip his soft hair tighter, desperate to bring him closer to you.

His lips move away from yours, trailing along your jaw, down your neck, across your collarbone. Every now and then he’d nip and suck at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of hickeys, and relishing in the way you whimper at the sensation.

He makes himself stop, pushing back so he’s kneeling above you. Those warm, brown eyes scan over your breathless form in a way that turns your core molten. 

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” He rasped, licking his lips as you shake your head. “You want this?”

“Please, Ithan.” Your hips move slightly, desperate for friction. “Fuck me please.”

He pulled his shirt over his head, before slipping yours off you. His pupils blew wide as he took in your nearly bare form. Ithan dragged his lips along your collarbone, kissing a trail to the hollow of your throat. He kissed and nipped until he was satisfied with the bruise forming there. Your soft whimpering spurred him on. Your nails dug into the strong muscles of his back. In an instant, your arms were held above your head, his large hand holding both your wrists, his other hand trailing down your torso with a featherlight touch.

“Be a good girl for me?” He murmured into your neck. Those skilled fingers undid your jeans before slipping under your panties. His long middle finger slid along your folds eliciting a whiny moan from you. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Want me to play with your pretty little pussy?”

“Please Ithan, please!” You plead, squirming in his grip.

He slowly pushed his long finger into you, thrusting it ever so slowly. “Sound so pretty when you beg. Tell me pretty girl, who’s this pussy belong to?” He pushes a second finger into you, groaning as your slick walls constrict around his long digits and a litany of moans slip from your mouth.

“You Ithan!” You whimper as he starts moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. “It’s yours. Please!”

“Please?” He chuckles darkly, no sign of that sweet cuddly guy you spent all your time with, just that primal dominant wolf. “What is it you want, sweetheart? Be a good girl and tell me.”

“Want you, want your cock. Please Ithan, I’ll do anything. Please.” Any other time you would feel pathetic for begging like this, but if this was how good he could make you feel from just his fingers, you needed to feel the rest of him. 

Those warm brown eyes turned black. Before you could register what even happened, your pants and panties were tugged down, your bra removed from your chest. You lay completely bare before him, his ravenous gaze trailing along your body, from your hickey covered neck to your soaked pussy. He kneeled between your legs, undoing his pants and pulling them down with his boxers, letting his hard length jump free. Your eyes widen at the sheer sight of him: long, thick, and veiny. Holy fuck, he was going to ruin you. 

A cocky smirk graced his face as he caught you staring. “Like what you see sweetheart?”

It honestly felt like an out of body experience. Instead of answering, you got off the bed, kneeling beside it. A string of profanities left his mouth as you reach up and slowly pump him, running your thumb over the leaking tip. Hesitantly, you lean forward, swirling your tongue around the tip. But that wasn’t enough for Ithan. A feral growl came from him as he gripped your hair tightly, pushing you further onto his cock. You couldn’t help gagging at the intrusion, or the tears that threatened to spill as you looked up at him. He only grunted, pushing you to take even more of him as he thrusted shallowly into your mouth.

“That’s a good little bitch,” his head lolled back as he continued fucking your face. You’d never heard him talk like that, and honestly it just made you wetter. You slipped a hand between your legs to play with your clit, only to be interrupted by Ithan pulling out of your mouth. “Can’t focus on me for just a little, huh? You’re that needy, slut?”

He pulled you up by your hair, eliciting a high whine from you. His soft lips kissed away your tears as he took your head in his hands. “Such a needy little pet. Don’t worry, gonna fuck that out of you.”

You fell onto your back, only to be flipped onto your stomach. You buried your face in his pillows, relishing in his lingering scent on the soft fabric. Then you felt the claws - a perk of fucking a wolf shifter - trailing down your spine. He was really determined to mark you up. He propped your hips up, pushing your head down. A satisfied moan sounded as he slowly pushed himself into you. Your back arched as you felt his massive length enter you.

His thrusts were merciless, fucking into you without abandon. His claws dug into your hips to keep you right where he wanted you. His breath was hot against the back of your neck. Your hands desperately grasped for purchase of the sheets. You couldn’t help your loud moans. You could feel your sense of self starting to fade, all that mattered was your building orgasm.

“You’re mine, Y/N” His thrusting became erratic. “Only mine.” A slap to your ass followed by a particularly hard thrust. “Not Ruhn’s. Not Flynn’s.” He pounded harder at each of their names making your legs shake. “Mine.” Another slap.

You were so close. Every powerful thrust brought you closer. You started moving your hips back against him. Through his pleasured grunts, you heard him chuckle. “You wanna cum? I feel you squeezing my cock. I bet you’re so close. Wanna cum on your alpha’s cock?”

“Ithan,” You whimper through your moans. “Please let me cum.” 

“Say you’re mine.” His rhythm began to falter. He was close too.

“I’m yours. I’m yours Ithan, please!”

He hid his claws so he could rub your clit without hurting you. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

Your orgasm nearly crashed into you so hard you nearly fainted. Ithan hardly let up, chasing his own high. His hips slowed, gently coaxing you both through your climaxes. You two stayed in that position for a minute, panting and sweating. Carefully, Ithan pulled out of you, your body lying limp on his bed. He got up, grabbing his towel from the back of his door. He gently cleaned the mess from between your legs, stopping to wipe the trickles of blood from where he clawed at you. He worried his lip between his teeth as he brushed over the marks.

“M’sorry,” he murmured, staring at that spot.

“Don’t be,” you hum, burrowing into the blanket. “Felt so good.”

He gently moved you off the bed, despite your warning, so that he could get the sticky comforter off the bed. Once he was satisfied that the sheets were dry underneath, he allowed you to lay back down. His large form curled up beside you, pulling you to cuddle with him. You buried your face in his chest, breathing his scent in deeply. You were content here in the safety of his arms.

“Please be mine,” he whispered into your hair. “I don’t want to be a lone wolf anymore. I want you by my side.”

“Ithan, the only time I leave your side is to go to class or work,” you reminded him. “Plus, the guys are basically a pack.”

“I’m serious, Y/N.” He looked at you pleadingly. 

“So, you want me to be your pack omega?”

“I want you to be my… girlfriend isn’t a strong enough word for how I feel about you.”

You studied him for a moment, the longing in those soft eyes. A pang in your chest, a strain of your heart. Realization flooded his gaze.

“You’re my mate?” You whisper.

“Are you okay with that?” Was that fear in his voice?

“Ithan, I’m thrilled.” You pulled him closer, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. He buried his face in your hair, breathing deeply.

A banging and loud laughter came from his bedroom door. 

“Are you two finished?” Flynn shouted.

“Next time keep it down! There are other people living here you know!” Declan joined in.

“About damn time!” And there was Ruhn.

Ithan chuckles, pulling you even closer as he shouted at his roommates, “oh, fuck off.”

The laughter continued as you heard those three going back downstairs. Leaving you in the comfortable quiet of Ithan’s room. You slowly drifted off to sleep, cuddled close to your mate.

[rededgeevents]

Ireland Roommate List

Under the cut you'll find out your roommates for the Ireland trip!

First Floor, West Wing: W-101: Ivy Fitzgerald & Nicole Balliol W-102: Elijah Cavannaugh & Teddy Wintson W-103: Paco Florez & TJ Cohen W-104: Alejandro Fuentes & Melody Hastings W-105: Anastasia Hill & Lucas Roden W-106: Lana & Noah Rodgers W-107: Kirby Sinclair & Serena Bennett W-108: Brittany Miller & Brooke Barlow W-109: Austin Barnes & Kennedy Simpson W-110: Jeremy Flows & Georgina Russell

First Floor, East Wing: E-101: Valentina Lopez & Jax King E-102: Vincet Baxter & Kiara Langford E-103: Shane Nichols & Lydia Brown E-104: Rosalie Collins & Bonnie Brook E-105: Donny Keller & Mariana Florez E-106: Lucia Rossi & Jayce King E-107: Alexa White & Wyatt Baker E-108: Devin Carter & Jack Sterling E-109: Jasmine Harris & Declan Mitchell E-110: Caleb Peace & Juliette Maddox E-111: Cyrus Thompson

Second Floor, West Wing: W-201: Pogue O'Connor & Ocean Simmons W-202: Nova Rockwell & Klaus Richards W-203: Emersyn Michaels & Flynn Gilbert W-204: Maverick Anderson & Elena Dawson W-205: Leighton Whitlock & Kyle Hale W-206: Marisol Monroe & Luke Myers W-207: Marc Hall & Sloane Ross W-208: Aurora Thompson & Chase Knight W-209: Emma Eklund & Elliot Booker W-210: Max Turner & Illiana Fuentes

Second Floor, East Wing: E-201: Arrow Ellington & Thomas Ramsey E-202: Archibald Deaton & Autumn Hawthorne E-203: Logan Slater & Tanner Sommers E-204: Eric Rose & Atlas Quinn E-205: Silas Rivers & Petra Cromwell E-206: Sienna Johnson & Paris Astor E-207: Tyler Dupont & Mila Monroe E-208: Emmett Hills & Kinsley Argent E-209: Beau Williams & Freya Smith E-210: Killian Quinn & Damon Henderson