type: angst, suggestive
warning(s): cursing, nightclub, alcohol consumption, vulgar wording
word count: 2.6k words
request: Omg omg since ur writing for ithan holstrom i was wondering if you would write like a second chance fic with like a lot of angst and like them being broken up, she's tryna get over him, and he is possessive so she dirty dances with any of the other guys like flynn or tharion and he's just like get the fuck off my girl like huh?
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“And what does that mean now?”
“That I cannot stand it anymore,” Ithan growls, his jaw tense, his expression so very angry.
“So you are breaking up with me?”
“Yes, I am.” Ithan shudders when he turns away from you, only to turn back at you, glowering. “You never have time for him. Everything else is more important than me. Your studies, your friends, your work, even your guy best friends.”
You don’t have guy best friends. The most you have are Danaan and Flynn as your friends but you only met them through Lidia and only befriended them through her and through your relationship with Ithan. But they are not your guy best friends, they are friends and that is it. You also only ever spend time with them when all of your are together.
“That is not true,” you say, your voice quivering. Your feel your lower lip tremble, your lashes dampening. “I was just busy this last week.”
“And the week before. And before that as well.” Ithan pauses, his chest heaving with deep inhales. “If you no longer wanted to spend time with me, you should have just said so.”
“That is not true.”
It was the last conversation you had with Ithan, packing your things on that day and leaving his place. Crying you return to your own apartment, the one you share with Lidia Cervos. She is sitting on the living room couch, her legs thrown over Ruhn’s lap, both of them laughing loudly. Your heart cracks open once again, a sob parting your lips.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you breath out, dashing through the corridor, back to your room, nearly stumbling over your own feet and the bags filled with things you had at Ithan’s place. Slamming the door shut behind you, you fall face forward into the bed, letting your tears run free, your weeps muffled by the pillow that slowly gets wet from your tears. A door falls close somewhere in the flat and you assume Lidia and Ruhn have gone to her room. But you thought wrong, as a soft knock sounds at your door a moment later and soon the door is opened.
“Y/N?” Lidia’s voice fills the room and your hear her walk in. You lift your head, your blurry vision hindering you from seeing the expression of her face. But you have a feeling it is pained. You and Lidia have gotten extremely close over the past years, you have helped her a lot to get out of the relationship with Pollux, offered her a place to stay and protected her, kept her safe when he showed up here. Her heart breaks when another sob slips through your lips and she hurdles over to you, sitting down the bed and cradles your face in her hands. “Oh baby, what has happened?”
Lidia swings her legs onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, her hands not leaving your face.
“Ithan and I…” A cry cuts your off and you bring your hand up, wiping the back of it over your face, under your nose. “We broke up,” you bubble, shaking your head.
Lidia looks shocked, her eyes going wide, her lips parting. She has always pointed out what a beautiful couple you are, how perfectly you fit. She has been the one to get the two of you together, having loved the thought of one of her best friends dating one of her boyfriend’s friends. And you have been a beautiful couple, but apperently Ithan decided to throw it all away because of his jealousy or whatever. Maybe he had his reasons, but he did not tell you them.
“Why?” Lidia asks carefully, lying down on the bed next to you. You shift a little, cuddling up to her, your head in the crook of her neck, her arm around you, hand softly stroking your back.
“I don’t know,” you breathe, tasting the salty tears in your mouth. “He said I did not spend enough time with him. That I rather spend time with everyone else but him.”
Lidia huffs loudly and gives her head a little shake — as good as it possible why lying. “That is bullshit, you have been at his place every weekend.”
“That was not enough I think.” You brush your face over her shoulder, feeling a little guilty as there is already a damp spot on her shirt. “You think he really does not laugh me anymore?”
Lidia turns her head a little. “I think he still loves you a lot. He loved you so much before, he would not just stop loving you. I think he might have different reasons.”
And he had, but you only find out about them later, for now your are bathing in your pain, the ache in your chest only getting more rather than vanishing.
Lidia stays with you that night, holding you in her embrace the whole night and letting you sob until you have no tears left to cry.
You wake up in the morning with red puffy eyes, your face swollen and your throat dry. Lidia and you have breakfast together, and later you make yourself a girls day, filled with face masks, and nail care and movies. She tells you that she sent Ruhn away last night, telling him that you were her priority then and he understood. He understood. He understood other than Ithan, that there sometimes are other priorities but that she still loved him the same way.
It is a week after your breakup when Lidia is once again in your room, rummaging around in your closet. “That one?” She tosses a bright red and way too short dress at you and you huff a no.
“Well then that one?” Now a black dress comes flying at you and Lidia throws you a warning look when she leans backwards and looks at you around the door of your closet.
You pick the dress up and look at it, it has low cut outs and some transparent pieces. You pull one shoulder up, shrugging a little. “I am not sure.”
You are not sure for more than one reason. You don’t feel yourself so much after the breakup with Ithan, you don’t know if you will feel comfortable and secondly, it was Ithan's favourite dress on you. Would this just rip open the wounds again? You aren’t sure, but when you meet Lidia’s pleading eyes you say yes. It is Ruhn’s birthday party — he is celebrating at a club and you really did not want to go but Lidia was persistent, saying you need to get out again, mingle a little and really need the distraction. So you agreed. She also said she would really like to have you there, not yet having fully connected with Bryce and would love to have her best friend with her. So you agreed not wanting her to be alone, but in the back of your mind regret takes root. You know Ithan will be there as well. Ruhn was his friend, he was definitely invited.
A cab drops you off at the venue, a long lineup of club goers already waiting to get inside. But Lidia takes your hand, pulling you past those people, past the people smoking outside the club, until you come to a halt in front of the door and a big Hulk-like male that gives the two of you a once over.
“We are on the guest list for Ruhn Danaan,” Lidia says casually. The man checks but still asks to see your IDs. He checks them as well and lets you pass with the wave of his hand.
You heart is thrumming in your chest when you follow Lidia through the crowd of dancing people, strobe lights flash from above and all around you, otherwise the club would be completely dim.
“He is here!” you shout to your best friend over the loud music, pointing forward, your heart now beating in your throat.
“I know, I am sorry, Y/N,” Lidia says, squeezing your hand tightly while pulling you with her. Seeing Ithan would anyway be inevitable, but still your stomach churns as you have no idea how to approach him. Would you two speak?
Ithan’s eyes, full of pain and an emotion you cannot quite place, land on you the moment you get up the VIP area and Lidia greets her boyfriend with a passionate kiss. YOu obviously follow, wishing him all the best for his birthday before greeting the others.
Ithan watches you with a stoic expression when you wave your hand at him. He does not greet you, just looks at you and your heart cracks open. It is like he is blaming you. Like you made a mistake while he was the one to break up with you. Tipping his glass to his lips he downs it in one gulp.
You are getting angry, your gaze holding his until arms wrap around your waist from behind you.
Tristan’s head appears next you and he beams. “Hello, beautiful. Haven't see you in a while, how are you?”
“Fine,” you mumbled, trying to turn in his hold or rather leave his embrace. But then—
“You want to dance?”
“I was just about to offer you a drink,” —Tristan holds up two glasses—- “but dancing sounds like fun.”
“Drinking as well. Thank you!” You take the glass from his hands, clink his with it and then down it in one. He does the same.
If Ithan thinks that you spend too much time with the other boys, which was bullshit, you would show him how much you love spending time with them. It was super silly and on the edge of childish, but he had no right to be pissed right then, he was the one who broke up with you.
You follow Tristan who is holding you hand onto the dance floor, he turns you to him, grinning brightly. "I assume we are trying to make wolf-boy jealous?”
“He is already jealous,” you groan, moving your hands up chest his chest, feeling his strong muscles underneath the shirt while his own hands find their place on your waist.
“Yeah, but I think we are just adding oil to the fire.” A wicked glint appears in Tristan’s, his hands just moving his hands a little lower. “He has been miserable the past week,” Tristan shouts, leaning in, his lips brushing your ear.
“He broke up with me, you remember?” You tip your head to the side, eyes widening.
“I know, but you know why?”
“Because apperently I have neglected him,” you grumble.
“Hmm.” You shake your head.
He takes one hand of yours into his, swirling you away from him. Your hair shifts over your shoulder and lifts. Irritation coats your insides, but still you force a grin to your lips. Wanting Ithan to hurt just like you did — although you actually don't it. You don’t really know what you want. (imagine rude boy by Rihanna playing)
Flynn pulls you back to him while you sing a long to the text. Through the crowd you directly meet Ithan’s gaze, he has already been looking at you —glowering. Anger is etched into his features, his eyes like burning coals.
Come here rude boy, boy
Is you big enough?
Tristan turns you a little, pulling you closer to him, his hands come to rest on your waist. You move your hands up, your butt grinding a little against his front. You continue singing, your eyes are closed.
Come here rude boy, boy
Can you get it up?
But when you open your eyes again, you don’t see Ithan anymore. Has he left? Have you taken it too far?
You clamp down on the regret that bubbles up inside of you and turn back to Tristan, hands sliding up to his neck.
“He has left,” you say matter-of-factly. Tristan parts his lips but right when he wants to say something, you feel another pair of hands on your hips.
“Fuck off, Flynn, get away from my girl!” Ithan growls behind you and you are pulled back towards his hard chest. You startle, fuming. “I am no longer your girl, Ithan!” you growl out when your head whips to him.
It looks like all life whooshes out of him, his eyes widen, his lower lip trembling. “We need to talk,”he shouts over the music, but you shake your head.
“Don’t tell me what I have to do!”
Ithan turns you in his hold, eyes full of pain when they catch your gaze. “Please, let us talk.”
Slowly you find yourself nodding, hurt radiating from every fiber of his body. “Okay,” you said and lean upwards a little, his scent of cologne, of wood and nature filling your nostrils.
Ithan lets you lead, you guiding the two of you through the crowd of people until your are outside where people are lingering on the fringes, smoking.
You try to find a place that is not so full of people and so you stop right next to the wall of the building, leaning against it and crossing your arms over your chest.
“Now?” You raise a brow.
“Forgive me please,” Ithan says, his voice quivering and hoarse. He braces his hands on the wall beside you, leaning closer.
“All of a sudden? Did it really need Tristan and me dancing that you realise you made a mistake?” Ithan’s throat works on a swallow, will fury blazes through your veins. You glare at him, feeling tears burn behind your eyes.
“No,” Ithan bites out, his hand forming a fist and he punches the wall a little. “Please, forgive me. I have been such an idiot. It all got too much. The weekend I broke up with you was the anniversary of Connor’s death. I just couldn’t handle my emotions. And then you went out with Lidia instead of me and helped Ruhn choose a birthday cake and I just once again felt like everyone I love is leaving me.”
A tears runs out of Ithan’s eye and your heart shatters. You place your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them. “Oh Ithan,” you breathe. Ithan’s mask slowly cracks open further, his lips quivering, his hands trembling. “You should have told me,” you say in a low voice, your own eyes watering.
“I tried to. But I thought you no longer loved me and I would just break up so you are not leaving me. It was stupid and selfish.”
“You are right it was stupid, but not selfish. You wanted to break you heart, Ithan. Oh gods!” You pull on his shoulders, bringing him closer to you, before curling your arms around his neck.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the anniversary of Connor’s death.”
Ithan exhales loudly into the crook of your neck, his tears falling to your skin. “I did not want you to see me so weak.”
“Ithan you are my boyfriend, I want to see all of you. You are not weak if you mourn your brother’s death.”
He pulls back a little, staring at you with big, pain-filled eyes. Another tears slips out of the corner and you quickly brush your thumb over it. “You boyfriend?” he whispers, the corner of his mouth tipping upwards. “So I am forgiven.”
“You shattered my heart into pieces, there is a lot more you have to do to make up for it, but yes, you are a little tiny bit forgiven.”
“I can promise some making up tonight. You are coming back home with me, yes?”
You smile at him. “Yes, but only if you promise that we talk about things from now on. Everything. I want you to share with me what you are feeling, what you are going through. I want you to talk to me about Connor. I don’t want you have to deal with that all alone.”
Ithan inclines his head and then leans in to kiss your forehead. “I promise I will!”
Hii! Can I request Ithan Holstrom headcanons being mate with him?
Sure thing bestie!
Ithan Holstrom Mate Headcanons
You would have an endless supply of hoodies. He definitely feels really proud when he sees you wearing them. And he pretends to be annoyed when most of them have disappeared from his closet, but honestly he doesn't mind.
Loves cuddling. He likes to be the big spoon, holding you as close as physically possible. He also likes laying on top of you with his head on your chest, especially if you play with his hair (which is definitely very soft because he also steals Flynn's hair products).
Protective alphahole. He's always hovering at parties with the frat pack and keeping an eye on you to make sure no one tries touching his mate.
Speaking of alphaholes, you're gonna have to put up with a lot of loving teasing from his roommates. It was probably awkward at first, but soon they were as attached to you as they are Ithan.
He also goes to them for relationship advice, until Bryce scolded him for it and for not asking her instead.
Very affectionate. He's always got his hand in yours or his arm around you and kisses your cheeks or lips whenever you're out and about. Sends you good morning texts if you wake up without him, or if you're in his room and he had to go out early, he'd leave you a little hand written note.
Type of person to call you while you're on your lunch break at work just to tell you he loves you.
You'd work out together, and if that's not your thing, he'd have you help him. Like holding his feet while he does sit ups, and every time he gets up he gets a kiss. Sitting on his back while he does pushups.
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Now for the spice.
At first Ithan was hesitant about things in the bedroom. He was reserved, holding himself back because he doesn't want to hurt you, which leads to some very vanilla sex.
You'd have to beg him to be rougher, to try some different things out. But what really spurred him into action was his alphahole jealousy. Sees someone (probably Tharion) flirting with you and something just snaps.
After that, he's passionate and claiming. Makes sure you feel so good your mind goes blank.
For every orgasm he has, you've had three. Ithan likes to give as much as he likes to receive.
Although he doesn't know which he likes more: you falling apart beneath him while he devours you, or you on your knees for him with his dick in your mouth.
I think he has a breeding kink (but this is honestly just something I head canon for all wolf-related characters, fenrys moonbeam included). He loves finishing in you and then pushing it back in. Likes to hold your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he cums.
Big fan of marking you up, but if you leave marks on him? Forget it, he's cumming within seconds.
He has a praise kink. Goes both ways for him, loves to give you praise and tell you what good girl you are. But he also likes being told how good he is.
Oh and the first time you two fuck after realizing you're mates? Most romantic, passionate, and exhausting night of your life. You two go for hours, incapable of leaving each other alone. Even when you need a break to sleep, Ithan is still buried deep inside you.
Sneak Peak at a future chapter in And They Were Roommates, which you can read on Ao3.
Warning: unfinished smut, foursome (4M1F), no context, dom!Flynn, dom!Declan, dom! Ruhn, dom!Ithan, daddy kink undertones, reverse harem Crescent City, the frat pack desperate to make her cum
Ithan liked his new roommates. They were entertaining, always had beer in stock, and most of them could cook. But he couldn’t shake off the tension going on between them. He was certain they were all home, but he hadn’t seen or heard them when he got home from his run. He took a shower, washing off his sweat, and still no one emerged. He walked out of the bathroom in a towel. Maybe he wanted to risk Sam seeing his chiseled abs. But he didn’t see her, or anyone, in the hallway. Were they all hiding in their rooms?
Ithan walked to Ruhn’s door, the male wasn’t on the other side, then Flynn’s room, same result, Declan’s door was next, and again there was nothing to indicate a person on the other side.
A loud, high pitched shriek sounded through the house. It sounded like Sam, and it certainly came from her room. His wolf senses went off, and the male walked to her room on instinct. The yell hadn’t sounded like she was in danger, but maybe there was a spider and he could kill it for her, and she’d thank him with a kiss… or something.
Something was clouding his judgment, because when he got to Sam’s bedroom door, he grabbed the handle and opened it, not bothering to knock.
“Sam-Oh.” Ithan didn’t know what to do, where to look.
Samantha was sprawled out across her bed, completely naked. Flynn’s cock was down her throat, the male’s dark eyes were glaring at him in warning. Her legs were thrown over Dec’s shoulders, the male buried inside her. And Ruhn stared at him from her stomach, his mouth glistening from her arousal. Holy fuck.
“I am so sorry,” Ithan started, but he couldn’t move. How many times had this happened while he was home? How had he not noticed before?
“If you’re going to watch, you might want to put on something more than a towel,” Flynn snorted. He turned his attention to Sam, who was still lightly sucking at his cock. He caressed her face with his fingers. She blinked at him. “And if you want to join, lock that fucking door.”
Declan and Ruhn took their last looks at Ithan before turning their attention back to Samantha. The Crown Prince attached his mouth to her clit, earning a choked moan. Declan resumed his thrusts.
“Join?” Ithan gaped at Samantha. She winked at him, mouth too busy to talk.
“Either get in, or get out, wolf,” Declan growled, not looking up.
Fuck it. Ithan unwrapped his towel from his waist, his hardened cock aching. Ithan had never been in this situation before, and he wasn’t too sure what to do, but he took up the space on the other side of Sam’s head. She released Flynn from her mouth, which he answered with a growl. She shushed him before turning to the wolf and licking his cock. He shuttered.
Samantha hand went to fist Flynn, who was not happy of losing his place in her mouth. He could punish her for it later. She moaned on Ithan’s cock, letting her throat adjust to him, when Declan hit a particularly delish spot, Ruhn answered by sucking harder.
“Fuck,” Dec growled, thrusting faster.
Ithan couldn’t do anything but stare at Samantha, how she bobbed her head on his cock. Gods, she was hot. He should have moved in sooner.
Ruhn replaced his mouth with his finger, rubbing circles into the sensitive numb. “Come on baby girl,” he cooed at her. Sam clenched around Declan’s cock, begging him for more, he obliged, obviously. She came on the next thrust, Ruhn making her ride it out. Declan came shortly after, filling her with his seed.
Declan removed himself from her, kissing her neck on his way out. He traded spots with Ruhn, who wasted no time before settling his cock into her soaked pussy. Samantha gave Ithan and Flynn turns with her mouth while Ruhn fucked her. Flynn ran his hands through her hair, Declan licked and suckd and nipped at her body. Ithan opted to keep his hands to himself, knowing for damn sure Fae males were easy to piss off when they were horny. He could explore her body later, if she let him.
Ruhn came, bringing Sam with him. His cum, mixed with Dec’s dripping out of her. Flynn didn’t move to go fuck her. Instead he removed his cock from her mouth and laid her head down. They all stared at the wolf.
“Well?” Flynn asked Ithan, fingers massaging Sam’s jaws, giving her face sloppy kisses.
“I’m confused,” the wolf panted.
“Make her cum,” Ruhn said, gesturing down Sam’s body. The smell of arousal was heavy in the air.
“You could start by licking her thighs,” Declan suggested, “She wiggles, but she likes it.”
Samantha’s eyes widened when Ithan moved down her. He took a shaking breath, this close to her core was driving his instincts insane. He swallowed once before sticking out his tongue and licking the inside of her thigh. Samantha shrieked, like she had before, and slammed her legs closed. Oh, so it tickled. His eyes darkened.
“Be a good girl for Ithan, now,” Flynn ticked his tongue at her. Declan and Ruhn had more direct action, grabbing an ankle each and holding her legs open.
Ithan licked up the length of her thigh, before going back down, teasing the other with his fingers. Sam whimpered and wiggled underneath him. He went to her other leg, shuttering when his face reached the apex. Her scent was intoxicating.
“No,” Sam whined when he went to lick her again. Ithan froze. “Just fuck me, wolfy.”
“Look at our Sammy,” Flynn grinned, “Begging a dog for his cock. Maybe we should bend you over, baby girl. Would you like that?” Sam nodded. “Use your voice, baby”
“Bend me over, Ithan,” her eyes were clouded with lust when she looked at him.
The wolf wondered if he’d ever forget the way she asked him. He grabbed her hips, relishing in the curves, before flipping her over. Sam got onto her knees on the bed, back perfectly arched. She took Flynn in her mouth again. Ithan grazed his hands over her ass, then wasted no more time before plunging his cock into her.
Ooh can I request a clingy Ithan HC where he's just all puppy love and is like noooo stop don't move??
+ anon "Hi! First I just have to say that I love when you do headcanons! Second, do you have any Ithan and mate reader headcanons about when he’s in his wolf form? I feel like when snuggling, he would just stick his snout under reader’s shirt to get as close to her as possible"
of course, we love a clingy man, here we go❤️❤️
oh Ithan is one to need a lot of love once he allows himself to open up that much to someone
but this man is touch and love starved and once it is available to him, he will savour every little bit of it
Ithan loves holding hands, whenever, wherever, his hand will always slip into yours and he will pull you closer
Ithan loves resting his chin on top of your head, his arm wrapping around your shoulders
Ithan loves pampering your face with kisses, whispering sweet nothings and telling you how much he loves you
oh and don't you dare want to leave when he is no done cuddling
"nooo, don't move. we have only been here for an hour!"
his grip tightens and you can only let it happen; you love it, he is so his body is solid and hard but his skin so soft, his scent marvelous and his body so warm
Ithan loves brushing his hands through your hair when you cuddle or when you rest your head in his lap
also if another man dares to look at you, he will immediately wrap you into his arms, and glower at the male
if he takes up playing sunball again he loves nothing more when you go and watch him
his chest will be filled with pride and happiness when you cheer for him, jumping up and down, calling his name
Ithan also loves cooking with you; he is not the best cook but he loves being with you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck, while peeking over your shoulder into the pan
oh and Ithan loves to cuddle with you when he is in his wolf form
he loves the belly scratches
and when you work for too long and don't give him enough attention he will mewl and yelp a little and then take matters into his own hands
it starts with placing a paw on your thigh or lap
and it would commence to him sticking his snout under your shirt to get closer to you
his cold and wet nose often makes you squeal and you finally give in, snuggling up in bed with him, scratching his belly and enjoying the comfort his soft fur provides
type: angsty,
warning(s): none actually only mature lanaguge and slightly vulgar wording
word count: 2.2k
request: Helloooo idk if you're taking any Ithan requests, but if you are, can you write a fic where the reader is hints little sister and she had gone for a v v dangerous mission and was saying ithan and the entire time she was gone he was just yk shaking and like biting his nails and like when she returns she goes to her best friends house (Bryce) and like talks to hunt and Bryce first but then he walks in with ruhn not knowing she was here and like jumps on her and tackles her with kisses or smth and everyone is like get a fucking room.
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Ithan glances over to this phone. Nothing. The screen is blank and so is his heart, a dull ache stretching out and filling his whole chest. Fear and worry collide inside of him, which he tries so hard to clamp down and ignore. But he can’t, the feelings just too poignant.
“So are you going to lift it now or do we keep staring?” Ruhn chuckles and tosses his sweaty towel at Ithan who catches it in the last second before it hits his face. The shifter groans lowly and shots Ruhn a glare.
“Don’t annoy me,” he grumbles and rolls his eyes, slowly getting of the lifting bank to adjust the weights.
“Is this about Y/N? Still sour that Athalar caught you two fucking?”
Another eye roll follows when Ithan slams down the lock to secure the weights. "We weren’t fucking," he counters and tosses Ruhn's towel back at him.
“You were balls deep in, what else do you call that?”
“Bullshit! We were making out.”
Ruhn chuckles lowly and winks at his best friend. “Yeah, with both your clothes off.”
“You know what Ruhn, fuck off!”
The last thing Ithan is currently thinking about is Hunt catching you, the angel's little sister, red handed last week. Yes, the thought of it still makes his stomach twist, but what really distresses him right then and is really on his mind is you having gone on a mission for Celestina and now not responding anymore. Actually you haven’t responded since yesterday evening.
Another glance brings Ithan’s eyes to his black phone screen. Hell, what has happened?
Whenever you went on a mission you always gave him updates, sent him messages, or you even phone. Not this time. This time he sits here, a dull and empty feeling filling his chest.
“What is going on, Holstrom?” Ruhn asks, carefully his voice calmer now, understanding that something is truly bothering his friend.
Ithan shrugs one shoulder and sits down on the bench again, ready to do some lifts. “Nothing.”
The shifter lies back, getting ready to lift the barbell, but Ruhn his quicker, placing his hand on it, pushing down. “Tell me. Did Athalar do something?”
“No, he did not. But it is about Y/N,” Ithan finally says and closes his eyes for a long moment. In inhales a deep breath, keeping his eyes closed for longer. “We are not only having sex, we are dating since six weeks now, we are a couple. And it drives me fucking mad that she is now on this mission and I get no answer from her anymore.”
That is a lot of information, Ruhn thinks and takes a moment to let it all sink in. Ithan has had a girlfriend for six weeks and he hasn't known and this girlfriend is especially Hunt’s little sister. That boy is a brave bastard, the starborn prince decides.
“Why don’t you get an answer?”
“Stupid question, Ruhn, if I knew I wouldn't be so worried.” Ithan smacks his hand over his face and drags it downwards. "I am scared nothing happened to her.”
“I am sure she is fine. She is talented and strong, she will be fine.”
One shoulder lifting, the shifter shrugs. “Yes, but she is also not fully immortal, something can always happen.”
“But it won’t. Don't meet trouble half way!” Ruhn let’s go of the barbell, finally letting Ithan continue with his training.
He can’t really focus though, worry is gnawing on like a piranha, a kernel of horror blooming inside of his chest. What if something has happened to you? What if he never sees you again?
You haven't even made your relationship public?
He needs you in his life, that is clear. So why the hell aren’t you responding. What could have happened? Maybe you battery died? Yes, that will be it.
But then—
Your battery is always charged. You always charge your battery when it is beneath 20% so…
Even in the shower and later when getting dress these thoughts fill Ithan’s whole mind and heart, slowly cracking into pieces.
He has never felt that way, never longed for someone so much, never worried for someone so much. He couldn’t lose you. Not another person. Pulling his shirt over his head, Ithan leans his forehead against his locker and bangs his fists against it one time. No, you are coming back. He is not going to lose the most important person in his life. Not after he has already lost his former most important person–Connor.
The starborn prince obviously notices Ithan’s still distressed state and doesn't want for Ithan to be alone that evening so invites him over to his place where Bryce and Hunt, whom Ithan desperately wants to see—not, are also hanging out. Only hesitantly Ithan agrees, but it is true, he does not want to be alone.
One can cut the tension when they sit down together, Ithan in the focus the constant death glare that Hunt gives him which is obviously returned with an even grimmer expression on Holstrom’s face.
A tint of peace only fills Ithan when your brother leaves to get some beer from the kitchen, but with him gone the shifter’s attention goes directly to you and his still blank screen–still no message.
Ruhn’s phone rings all of a sudden which has the starborn prince jumping up and dashing out of the room. With Hunt still in the kitchen Bryce sees her chance to address the obvious elephant in the room.
“Can you at least try to like him?” Bryce questions, nudging Ithan with her toe while munching on a piece of pizza.
“It is not me who likes the other. Hunt hates me.”
“You banged his little sister, Ithan, and weren’t quite discreet when doing it, ” Bryce argues and arches a brow.
“I did not only bang her, we are dating, Quinlan.”
To that Bryce’s jaw drops to the ground and she stares at the shifter with big eyes, her slice of pizza dangling sloppily from her hand. “You are—?”
“What?!” The presence of the tall angel immediately fills the room when he steps in, eyes ablaze, wings flared. “And when was either of you going to inform me about that?”
“Calm down, it is better to know they are dating than them just sleeping together,” Bryce cuts in, sitting up straighter and lifting her pizza to her mouth.
“Not if he breaks her heart.”
“He is in the room, you can address me directly, Athalar,” Ithan growls lowly and shoots Hunt a glare.
Flexing his wings and muscles, a knit appears on Hunt’s forehead. “Not if you break her heart.”
“I won’t break her heart.”
“You don’t know that,” Hunt counters and takes a few steps towards the couch.
“Do you know if you won’t break Quinlan’s heart.”
“Well—“ Bryce speaks up but immediately gets interrupted by her mate.
“She does. I would never break her heart. I love her to the moon and back. She is my world, my priority. And always will be. And—“
“And so it is for me when it comes to your sister,” Ithan almost shouts, getting up from the couch. “I love Y/N more than my own fucking life. She is my world, my home, the love of my life. I would never break her heart and if I ever should I want you to fucking pierce a dagger through my heart because I could never forgive myself either. Alright, I love her, more than anything.”
“And I love you. More than anything.”
This voice–your voice. Ithan spins around quickly, surrounding the couch so fast it is beyond you. You start running as well, meeting him half and immediately being scooped up in his arms. Ithan cradles you to his chest, holding on like his life depends on it while burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.
“I missed you,” he breathes, the warm air tingling your skin.
“I missed you too.”
“Why did you not write?” The shifter tips his head back, kissing your jaw. You move up on him, curling your legs around his waist, kissing his cheek.
“Celestina made us turn off our phones so we could not be tracked or discover as there have been some glitches lately.”
Closing his eyes, Ithan exhales a loud breath. “I expected the worst.”
“I am sorry.” The shifter moves one hand into your hair, bringing your face closer, his lips on yours. “Don’t be.” And then his lips close over yours and he kisses you, deeply, longingly and like there at not right now four other people in the room.
Ithan’s tongue eased your lips apart, softly sliding into your mouth, brushing over your tongue. You moaned simulataneously when Ithan groaned deep in his throat. Your hair moving into his hair you were interupted by someone clearing their throat. Not someone–your brother.
“Not again and not again right in front of me!” Hunt loudly expresses, his hands folded over his face. Bryce, sits on couch, biting down on her lower lip to keep from laughing loudly.
You pull back sharply, looking between Ithan and Hunt. Ruhn cackles behind you, his laugh deep and rich, hollowing of the walls. Oh, he is enjoying this too much and so Ithan gives him a dead pan, helping you to climb down from him.
“I did not see you, Hunt,” you say and make a beeline for your brother, curling your arms around his neck and jumping onto him. “I missed you big brother,” you express dramatically which has Hunt chuckling lowly. “Mhm,” he grumbles yet squeezes you tightly.
Landing on the ground, you reach up to pat his shoulder. “You might have to get used to us being cheesy because Ithan and I—“
“Are a couple. Yeah, I found out about that a moment ago.”
You spin around, flashing Ithan an incredulous look because you’ve wanted to inform your brother about it. Ithan comes up to you, pulling oyu to his chest and kissing the top of your head. “Sorry he says, “I had to tell them. Your brother thought we only bang.”
“We don’t only bang.”
Hunt throws his hand up in despair. “Please don’t talking about banging right in front of me!”
Colour fills your cheeks, the shifter’s hard chest rumbling behind your back. You hold back a giggle, meeting Bryce’s mischievous expression, a smirk on her lips.
Oh, long before everyone else Bryce has been the only one who knew about your insane crush on Ithan, she was the one who encouraged you to make the first move and also told you that Hunt would at some point approve of the relationship.
“Go get a fucking room, you two nasty lovesick bunnies,” Ruhn chuckles, faking some random accent while jumping onto couch.
“Ruhn,” Hunt warns, a glare playing in his eyes. “My sister.”
“Yes, Athalar, you also bang my sister and I eventually had to be fine with it.”
“He has a point,” Bryce chimes in, grinning form one ear to the other and sitting up straighter so she can reach for Hunt’s hand. “Ithan is a good guy and Y/N obviously loves him, so don’t be a dick and let them be happy.”
Huffing, Hunt gives Bryce’s hand a tiny squeeze and then leans down to kiss her knuckles. “Alright. But we talk now, over pizza. And there are some rules: no fucking in the same house I am in, no making out in front of me, no talk of any funny business and if you break her heart,” —the lethality of the angel reaches the surface, his power stretching out when his eyes narrow in on Ithan whose knees feel a tiny bit wobbly— “I will break you. I will rip you apart with my fucking bare hands and will sell every little piece of you on the meat market.”
A growl slips through Hunt’s lips when he flashes his teeth, Ithan moving you an inch closer to him. You place your hand over his on your hip and shake your head at Hunt. “I love how much you care for me, brother, but first of all, he won’t break my heart. And secondly, if he does, I will rip him into pieces first.”
A vicious grin parts your lips which has Ithan laughing lowly behind you. You look at him over your shoulder, he meets your gaze and for a moment you just look at each other, getting lost in the other’s eyes.
The way in which Ithan looks at you, with so much love and admiration, makes Hunt’s heart soften and he truly decides to give the two of you a chance. And so you order pizza for all of you. The start of something good, especially now that you have returned home safe and healthy and the hiding is finally over.
