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danikamariewrites · 19 hours

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I have a Flynn request! There definitely aren’t enough out there for our crescent city males. Lol reader is out with friends at a bar and really drunk. She gets separated from her friends and some guy is really creeping her out and won’t leave her alone. She texts/calls Flynn to come get her.

My First Call

Tristan Flynn x reader

A/n: I HAVE FINALY FINISHED CC3 and Flynn absolutely deserves love bc it seems like he’s the only single Pringle left I volunteer as tribute

Warnings: drunk reader, aggressive behavior (not the frat pack), and not proof read sorry

Wobbling through the club on number limbs you were jostled by the crowd of swaying bodies. Your mouth was dry but you were craving another fruity-vodka cocktail. As you made your way back to the table your friends were currently inhabiting this evening.

Only two of them were left. The other three having bailed earlier thanks to their work schedules. Who even makes their employees come in on a Friday for a holiday weekend? A crime honestly.

A male had joined the table, too busy flirting with Marcy to notice your presence. Taylor, your other friend, had noticed you cautiously walking back. “Hey,” she says enthusiastically with a small giggle at your drunken demeanor. You giggle back, falling into her arms.

“I want another drink.” Your words coming out as one long sound. Taylor just laughed in response. “I think you need to go home.” You groan at the blonde before remembering your bestest friends are waiting at home. The guys were probably still up. Either playing video games or having a house party in honor of the long weekend.

“Ok. Marcy! Come on.” Taylor commanded. Marcy gave the male one last kiss on the cheek with a look that promised she’d call him. She never called though. She just liked attention and free drinks. What pretty girl doesn’t though?

Letting out a sigh you move from Taylor’s protective grasp. Turning your back on your friends you start to move toward the exit. At least what you think is the exit. The crowd is definitely thinning out. Pushing open a door with peeling paint and rusty hinges you find yourself in a dimly lit alley. At either end is a bustling main street of Lunathion.

“Fuck,” you mutter. Looking from side to side you can’t remember which end of the alley the club entrance would be. “Fuck.” You say a little louder.

Letting out a sigh you start walking to the left, hoping to find your friends. Coming out on the sidewalk you notice a fancy restaurant and a closed cafe. Some business entrances, a bank, then the fanciest hotel in the city. The warm lights of the Regent of Lunathion looked so inviting. Plus they have comfy armchairs to wait in.

You start heading down the street in the direction of the regent. Now that you’re out in the chilly night air and not in the dark, crowded club consuming alcohol your body starts to ache. You hug your arms to your chest, cursing yourself for not bringing a sweater. Your chunky platform heels start to feel heavy with every step you take. The blisters starting to form on the back of your ankles and toes have you stepping gingerly.

Heavy footsteps quickly approach that have you tensing. Hoping it’s just someone on a late night run that will pass you. You move over slightly to not just be in the middle of the sidewalk. Runners in this city get pissy about that.

But it’s not a runner. No, something worse. A male in dark jeans and hoodie falls into pace beside you. “Hey,” he starts, “what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ wanderin’ the city alone?” You roll your eyes, not caring about the consequences. You wouldn’t have been able to hold the annoyed expression back anyway. “I’m not. I’m with my friends.”

The male looked around the almost empty street. “Really? Because I don’t see them.” “Yup.” You reply dryly. Urd, can’t males take a hint these days? “I’m meeting them.” A lie you were sure he saw through but didn’t care. You would say anything to get him away from you. “Well what bar are you going to? I know a short cut,” he says seductively, trying to grab for your arm.

You move quicker than the both of you expect. The situation sobering you up. You looked at him with bewildered eyes. “No!” You scream at the top of your lungs. Passersby staring for a moment before looking away and walking a little faster. Cowards.

Before the male can say anything you book it down the rest of the way to the Regent. The doorman, an elderly human man, gives you a curious look. Your words stick to the tip of your tongue. Not knowing how to form your plea for help as the alcohol still rushes through your system.

You look back down the street. The male looking pissed as he storms up to you. The doorman notices, an angry look now on his kind face. “Head inside miss. And please make yourself at home until your ride is here.” You rush past him with a grateful look. Pulling out your phone, ignoring the texts from your friends, you immediately go to Flynn’s contact and pressing the call button.

he answers in one ring. “Hey sweetheart,” his smooth voice relaxing you as you sink into the plush armchair. “Flynn, can you come get me. I’m a little lost.” From his sharp inhale you could tell he was trying to hide his laugh. “I’m already on my way. Taylor called me five minutes ago.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Wait, how do you know where I am?” “I have your location, sweetheart.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

Urd you love that smile. So suave but genuine. “Only for you,” he’d say with a wink that always made you blush like crazy. It was no secret you have a crush on the lordling. And Ruhn would argue that Flynn had a bigger one on you. Why neither of you had made a move yet was beyond everyone.

The male walked past the window of the lobby staring daggers at you. Your eyes went wide as you remembered why you were in the hotel lobby. “Can you hurry? There was a guy following me and I just wanna go home.” The silence on the other end of the line was deafening.

Flynn gripped the steering wheel so hard his tanned knuckles turned white. “I’m one minute away.” He stepped on the gas, just barely making the light before it turned red. He kept talking to you as he flew down the street. Telling you everything he saw before pulling up to the Regent.

Throwing the car in park, Flynn throws his door open. Passing the doorman he nodded at Flynn with a small smile. “She’s to the left.” “Thank you.”

Seeing you curled up in the chair clutching your phone like it was a life line made hims heart clench. You looked like a lost child. Flynn knelt in front of you taking your hand in his. “Hey sweetheart,” he coos, “ready to go?” It took you a moment to realize who was in front of you. Once it clicked you smiled widely at Flynn.

“Hey,” you drawl. Your exhaustion catching up with you. Flynn smiled back you. Overjoyed to see you unharmed. “Yeah let’s get outta here.” He stands to help you up but you just give Flynn a pout and doe eyes. “Will you carry me? My shoes hurt.” “Of course.”

He knelt back down to unbuckle your ridiculous shoes, holding them in one hand while scooping you to his chest with his other arm. Letting out a deep sigh you lazily wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, snuggling into his neck.

Flynn’s heart soared. He held you tighter, basking in your warmth and scent. Though he could smell the alcohol, that strawberry and honey scent he loves so much is still prominent to him. “I got you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Gently placing you in the passenger seat and bucking you in Flynn breathed a sigh of relief. You were safe. Climbing in the car himself he quickly sends a text to Taylor letting her know you’re fine. The drive home seemed long but he didn’t care. Anything to spend time with you.

Your hand grasps his resting on the gear shift. You look at him, your lids heavy. Finally pulling up to the house Flynn looks down at you. “Thank you for getting me. My knight in shining armor.” Flynn blushes as he squeezes your hand. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses across your knuckles. “I’ll always come get you. No matter where you are, sweetheart.” You give him a tired smile before your eyes fully close.

Carrying you inside, Flynn tucks you in making sure to take out your hair clips. He even takes your makeup off, gently scrubbing at your face. Just as he sets a glass of water down and a tonic for your headache in the morning, you stir slightly. Flynn froze as he saw you squinting at him. “Will you stay? Please?” You mumble.

“Sure, sweetheart.” You turn to face the side of the bed Flynn makes himself comfortable. He sits on top of the covers, leaning against the propped up pillows. Once he sits you instantly fall back to sleep knowing your safe.

#crescent city #crescent city fanfic #crescent city fluff #crescent city x reader #crescent city fanfiction #crescent city x you #crescent city house of earth and blood #crescent city flynn #tristan flynn x you #tristan flynn x reader #tristan flynn #crescent city tristan flynn #Tristan Flynn fanfic #Tristan Flynn fic #Tristan Flynn fluff

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azriels-angels · 1 year

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Line Up: 𓆩♡𓆪 1. Preview of "Don't Call Me Angel"-Azriel x Mor's Sister!Reader Enemies to Lovers Series This is a teaser chapter of a series that I will be staring once the 25 Days of Lana Del Rey event is over :)

Preview 👼

𓆩♡𓆪 2. Snow On The Beach-Viviane x Kallias Angst → Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 3. Black Beauty-Ithan Holstrom x Reader Angsty Fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 4. Love-Feyre x Fem!Reader Fluff & Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 5. Violets For Roses-Tristan Flynn x Reader Angst

𓆩♡𓆪 6. Video Games-Azriel x Reader Fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 7. Once Upon A Dream-Prince Aidas x Reader Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 8. Groupie Love-Poly!Nessian x Reader Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 9. Radio-Ruhn Danaan x Reader Fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 10. Stargirl-Azriel x Bryce Quinlan's Sister!Reader Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 11. Breaking Up Slowly-Dankia x Reader Angst

𓆩♡𓆪 12. Summertime Sadness-Cassian x Reader Angsty Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 13. How To Disappear-Tharion x The Serpent Queen's Daughter!Reader Angst, Fluff, & Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 14. Lust For Life-Azriel x Rhysand's Sister!Reader Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 15. Happiness Is A Butterfly-Prince Aidas x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 16. Sad Girl-Eris x Mor's Sister!Reader Angst & Suggestive

𓆩♡𓆪 17. Brooklyn Baby-Ruhn Danaan x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 18. Young And Beautiful-Rhysand x Reader Fluff → Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 19. Tomorrow Never Came-Ithan Holstrom x Reader Angst

𓆩♡𓆪 20. Blue Jeans-Azriel x Reader Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 21. Summer Bummer-Tristan Flynn x Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 22. If You Lie Down With Me-Lucien x Tamlin's Sister!Reader Angsty Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 23. Yes To Heaven-Ruhn Danaan x Lidia Cervos Fluff & Smut

𓆩♡𓆪 24. Old Money-Gwynriel Fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 25. Don't Call Me Angel-Series Finale + Bonus Chapters

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greenleaf777 · 3 months

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AUDIO clip from House of Earth and Blood CC1

Moment when Bryce calls Hunt to say goodbye.

I love their relationship so much, it’s so sweet.🥹

#quinlar #crescent city #crescent city house of earth and blood #hoeab #hunt athalar #bryce quinlan #brycehunt #bryce x hunt #hunt x bryce

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shadowandlightt · 3 months

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I’m over 1/4 the way through the first crescent city book. This shit is nuts. Ruhn is a trip. Bryce and hunt are explosive. Bryce might just get herself killed. It’s an experience.

#crescent city house of earth and blood #crecent city #bryce quinlan #hunt alathar #ruhn danaan

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open-at-the-close · 11 months

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Why is it always Danika? 😂

#danika fendyr #crescent city #cc hoeab #crescent city house of earth and blood #cc hosab #crescent city house of sky and breath #sarah j maas

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ht-burrows · 2 years

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✨☀️🌙When Worlds Collide🌙☀️✨

This took 15+ hours and I’m so fucking proud of it 🥲💕

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wiltingcrowns · 1 year

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#acotar #tog #throne of glass #crescent city house of earth and blood #crescent city house of sky and breath #polls #aelin ashryver galathynius #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #amren #bryce quinlain #manon blackbeak #elain archeron #lysandra

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thefatalflawexists · 2 years

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You have brought so much joy into my life, Bryce.

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vermillionflames · 1 year

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Bryce and Sam play with Toys

Fandom: Crescent City

(Part of And They Were Roommates Universe)

Sam x Bryce (this means lesbian stuff!!) with some Flynn and Hunt helping.

Warnings: Overstimulation, toys, scissoring, oral sex, public sex.

Bryce was in desperate need of girl time. The only person she saw these days was Hunt. Sam was also in desperate need of girl time. If she wasn’t at work, she was at home with a bunch of males who were either yelling over video games or trying to fuck her. They both agreed to spend the afternoon shopping at the mall, no one else allowed to join them. Their cell phones were put away and they had just spent too much money on shoes and clothes at a boutique.

“Do you mind if I go in here?” Bryce pointed to the adult toy store. “I need… some stuff.”

“Sure.” Sam snorted. “I need some “stuff” too.”

“Whatever.” Bryce rolled her eyes. “You know sometimes you just want to get yourself off.”

“Yes, but I live with five males who never leave me alone long enough to do that.”

“Poor baby.” Bryce frowned. “What about one of these?” She pulled out a wearable vibrator.

“I’ve always wanted to try one of these.” Sam took the box out of her hand. “But the boys would fight over the controls.”

“Wouldn’t that just add to the fun?” Bryce wiggled her brows.

“You should try it with Hunt. I’m sure he’d love to use it on you while you’re working in the archives.”

“That would be hot… Let’s both get it and try it out.” Bryce suggested. “We can report back to each other later.”

“Or…”

“Or?”

“Don’t judge me but... We could put them on in a fitting room and switch remotes.”

Bryce popped open her mouth. “Damn, that’s hot.”

“It was a joke.” Sam raised her brow. “Unless you want to.”

“Let’s do it.”

The females paid for the toys and quickly picked out a few items in another store to “try on,” using the privacy to put the toys inside them.

“Ready?” Sam handed her remote to Bryce, who traded hers.

“It already feels hot, so I can’t imagine what turning it on will do.”

Sam grinned, pressing the button. Bryce gasped, hunching over. “Holy Hel.”

“Turn mine on!” Sam chanted. Bryce pressed the button and she fell over too.

“Is everything alright?” The sales assistant appeared beside them. “Did the clothes fit okay?” She was a human, thankfully.

“No,” Sam answered, picking up Bryce. “We’re going to look for some more stuff to try.”

“I don’t know if I can do this in public,” Bryce whispered. “Holy shit.”

“Let’s just walk back to your apartment. Cmon.” Sam led the way, both of them whimpering messes. Several people gave them strange looks, more than likely because they could smell their arousal. They dutifully ignored the look the front desk attendant gave them when they entered Bryce’s apartment building.

“Hunt’s not home, right?” Sam asked as she watched Bryce struggle with the lock.

“No. Thank Luna.”

“Good.” Sam turned up the vibration after the door shut, earning a screech from Bryce.

“You little bitch.” She pulled the remote out of her pocket and turned Sam’s up too.

“Fuck,” Sam yelled. “Holy shit, that is intense.”

“I cannot believe my friend is about to make me cum.” Bryce leaned over the couch, moaning and drooling.

“Make me cum too, don’t be selfish.” Sam sat down on the white couch, stretching out. “Fuck it feels so good.”

“Do you wanna-”

The sound of Sam’s phone interrupted Bryce. “It’s Flynn.” Sam was panting. “If I don’t answer it, they’ll hunt us down.”

Bryce turned down her vibrator. “Answer it then.”

“Hey Flynn,” Sam held the phone to her ear. “I’m fine, how are you?”

“Hi, Flynn!” Bryce yelled into the phone.

“Yeah, we’re gonna hang out at her apartment for a-Ah- a while.” Sam glared at Bryce, who smirked while she turned up the speed. “I was just surprised by something on the TV, is all.” Sam tried to control her moaning. “We’re not fucking each other!”

“Yet!” Bryce purred. Sam turned up her vibrator in return.

The door to the apartment opened. Hunt and Flynn observing.

Sam gasped, letting the phone drop as Bryce continued to play with the settings.

“It sure smells like you two are,” Hunt walked in. “What are you doing?”

“Fuck.” Bryce closed her eyes, rocking her hips against nothing.

“Holy Hel. Are you cumming?”

“I’m making her,” Sam sang, then gasped at her own vibrator.

“The remotes,” Flynn nudged Hunt. “Look.”

“Holy fuck,” Hunt gapped.

“I think it would feel really good if you two made out,” Flynn suggested. Bryce practically jumped on Sam, their lips attaching, their clothed clits grinding against each other’s legs. “Oh, yeah. This is gonna be good.”

“That’s my girlfriend, you asshole.” Hunt shoved Flynn’s shoulder.

“And Sam is my girlfriend, asshole.”

“You share her with four other males!”

“And I’m not adding you to the list!”

“Can you both shut up!” Bryce threw a pillow at them. “We are trying to enjoy ourselves over here.”

“I can see that,” Flynn purred. “Can we watch?”

“Stop talking,” Sam snarled. Her lips attached to Bryce’s neck, making the halfling moan.

“I need you to stand on the other side of the room,” Hunt said, not daring to look at Flynn. The male silently agreed and put distance between them as they watched their girlfriends makeout and grab at each other’s tits.

“Take your clothes off, Princess.” Sam purred into Bryce’s neck, before biting into the sensitive skin.

Bryce moaned, lifting herself up and ripping off her shirt. Sam followed suit. Their clothes and bras piled onto the floor. The female's lips attached again, sucking on each other's tongues.

“Holy fuck.” Flynn whistled.

“Shut up.” Sam threw a pillow at him.

Bryce looked over her shoulder at the male and winked, before trailing kisses down the other girl’s body. Sam leaned back, moaning and encouraging. Bryce sucked at her nipples, before biting down her stomach. When she got to her hips, she gave them both a wet kiss. She locked eyes with her mate, before flicking her tongue over Sam’s clit.

Hunt growled deep in throat as he watched his girlfriend lick and suck at another female’s sex. His pants became tight. He ignored how Flynn had a perfect view on Bryce’s bent body. How he was enjoying this just as much.

Sam fisted Bryce’s hair, giving her encouraging words as she ate her out. Bryce, the sneaky bitch, still had Sam’s remote and turned it up right as she came. Bryce lapped at her, forcing her to right out her high. She licked her lips when she finally came up for air.

“My turn.” Sam ordered, pushing Bryce onto her back. She didn’t give her time to relax before sucking and nipping at her inner thighs. “Take this for me, Althie.” Sam threw Bryce’s remote at the angel before turning her attention to her clit. Hunt’s eyes rolled back at the idea of helping a female get off his mate.

Bryce cried out, begging for more as Sam sucked her clit, as Hunt played with her toy’s power. Hunt stepped forward, forgetting he was only supposed to watch, and attached his mouth to her nipples. One hand rubbed her hair, the other going to Sam’s back. He forgot there was another person in the room, sending Flynn a warning as the fae took Bryce’s other nipple.

“I’m-” Bryce warned before cumming on Sam’s tongue.

“Good girl,” Sam purred. She blinked at the boys. “Get your paws off my girl so I can scissor her properly.”

Flynn released Bryce’s nipple with a hard smack. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Sam rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to Bryce. “Ready, Princess?”

Bryce whimpered, nodding and giving Sam permission to continue. Hunt leaned back and watched as Sam straddled Bryce, their clits attaching. Sam took her toy’s remote from Bryce and handed it to Flynn. “You boys better not let us down.” Sam grinded down into Bryce, the sound of the slick clits sliding against each other filled the room.

“Kiss me, dammit.” Bryce growled at Hunt, who was more than happy to oblige her. The couple mad out while Sam fucked her.

Flynn watched in awe, his cock straining. Sam kept her eyes locked with his. “You are so fucking hot,” he told her. “Do you like this?” He turned up the vibration on her toy. Sam grunted, grinding harder into Bryce as a result.

“Kiss me too, asshole.” Sam threatened him. She moaned into his mouth.

“Fuck, Sam-” Bryce moaned. “I’m going to-” Sam moved faster, growling when Flynn bit her neck. “I’m cumming!” Bryce cried out.

Sam rocked her hips, forcing Bryce to ride out her high before cumming herself. She rested her head on Flynn’s shoulder, panting. “That was fun.”

Flynn lifted the remote, “Let’s-”

“No!” Sam ripped the remote from his hand, then removed the toy from her pussy. She handed the wet silicone to him. “I need a break.”

“I need a shower.” Hunt grumbled. “And for you two to leave.”

“We’ll be in our guest room.” Sam told Bryce. “You two have fun.” She walked naked across the apartment, Flynn following her like a lost dog, stars in his eyes.

Bryce smirked at Hunt. “I still have my toy in, ya know.”

#crescent city fanfic #crescent city house of earth and blood #crescent city house of sky and breath #bryce quinlan #tristian flynn #hunt alathar

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bladesongs · 3 months

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Update: I’ve finished this beast in less than a week. It consumed me and I’m not really sure why because it definitely isn’t my favorite book but I did enjoy it. I wish there were more magical moments as far as the fantasy elements go but I really liked the murder mystery story!

I’m going to start HOSAB tomorrow and I’ve already preordered HOFAS on kindle. I’m hoping I don’t get spoiled before I can catch up. 😬

#personal #my pics #books and reading #urban fantasy #fantasy romance #fantasy books #crescent city house of earth and blood #crescent city #house of earth and blood #cc hoeab #hoeab #sarah j maas #I’m still sad about lehabah #booklr

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azriels-angels · 1 year

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Day 3

❄Event Masterlist❄

↑𓆩♡𓆪 You've been struggling to find the meaning of living, though your best friend Ithan Holstrom tries his best to get you back onto your feet again. Tw: Mentions of self-harm + small flirting.

i made this keeping my fellow Ithan Holstrom stan in mind, @azrielscrown 🤭

Something inside of Ithan's heart crumbled, as he watched you lay in the same hoodie you wore last week when he came to check up on you. From the doorway, he could smell your body odor and tears beginning to soil your bed sheets. Though when you slowly turned your head towards him, the light from the hallway alerting you that someone was in your house, Ithan took a in sharp breath.

He would never say it out loud but, burning Solas, not only did you smell terrible, but you looked gods awful too. Guilt ate at his gut as he clenched his jaw. He shouldn't have left you alone like this. You said that you'd be fine, that you preferred to not have any company over, but by the looks of it what you said was bullshit. Though Ithan was pissed at no one else but himself. He could have prevented this if he stayed with you a bit longer until you were up on your feet again.

Ithan surveyed your room, a look of sternness coming down over his eyes like he was on the Sunball field again, making a game plan to get you back to where you needed to be. His eyes then flickered to your blackout drapes before gesturing with his chin towards them.

"Why don't you let some sunlight in?"

You looked him up and down, already bored with the conversation before turning your face back into the pillows. "I like the dark,"

Ithan only furrowed his brows, walking to the drapes before flinging them open. "That's not healthy,"

You cringed. "Yeah, well, if I could have it my way, I'd make it nighttime every day,"

Ithan only sighed, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

"What can I do?"

"Nothing,"

"Y/N," Ithan frowned, reaching his hand out to brush the matted hair from your face. "This isn't okay. You wasting away your days in this room isn't okay and it's not going to get you anywhere,"

No response, not even a glare.

"Alright," Ithan nodded, standing up from the bed only to yank the covers off of you. "We're gonna hang out so get ready,"

"We're hanging out right now," You scowled as Ithan picked you up into his broad, trained arms, walking you into your connected bathroom.

Rolling his eyes, he sat you on the bathroom counter, hooking his fingers under the hoodie you wore as he looked up at you with hesitancy in his eyes. "Can I take this off?"

You only nodded before Ithan lifted the hoodie off from your body, now sitting in nothing but a loose bralette and panties. You didn't bother to try covering yourself up, the energy to care about anything anymore had long gone been thrown out the window. Though Ithan did not blink twice at your more exposed state, instead turning around to fill your bath with warm water. He'd seen enough females in more promiscuous clothing or lack thereof in his life to care. But that was during the time he was still in college, when he was nothing more than a cocky, flirty, Sunball player who gamed and studied all day and partied all night. Now he only had one female he was ready to settle down with.

Ithan glanced at the millions of bottles of soaps, lotions, and oils that littered the side of the bathtub. Flynn would have a field day in your bathroom. He also made note of the razor that was placed on one of your shelves, trying not to convince himself that you'd ever do such a thing.

"Snow Angel" was the name of the bath soap Ithan had picked out for you, pouring more than necessary into the warm water. Bubbles began to form from the soap as Ithan walked back to where you sat, finding you already staring at him.

"I'm going to go make us food, okay?" Ithan didn't mention that he would also strip the sheets from your bed, replacing them with much cleaner, newer ones. "I should be done the same time you'll be,"

You stared back at him, searching his eyes for something he did not know before hopping of off the counter to further undress yourself. Ithan walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him, giving you privacy while he cleaned your room. He replaced your sheets, threw all of your dirty clothes into your hamper, and placed a fresh water bottle onto your nightstand for whenever you’d need it.

As Ithan started making Spaghetti, his favorite and only dish he knew how to make, his mind drifted back to a time where he was in the exact position you were in. After Conor has died. No one was there to help pick him up where he needed to be. Not his pack or the Sunball team he left. Or Bryce who was grieving in her own isolated way. It was just him until he met the guys. His true pack. But you did not have that yet. Ithan knew you only had him and Bryce so he made it his duty to always be there for you under any and every circumstance.

After plating up and filling two glasses of water, Ithan stood at you bathroom door, knocking to see if you were finished with your bath. Though no response came after he knocked a few times, even when he asked for your permission to come in, still nothing. Anxiety crept into Ithan’s skin as your razor flashed through his mind once again.

“Y/N?” Ithan tried again. “I’m going to come in now,”

You were still silent as Ithan opened the door, finding you soaking in the bath with your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around them. Ithan sighed, scenting no blood and seeing that there was no harm near. With careful steps he walked towards you before getting on his knees to sit next to the tub.

“Do you need help?” Ithan saw how your hair was still dry and matted, and that you probably hadn’t washed the rest of yourself either.

You sniffed, a clear indication that you had been crying. The small sound tugged at Ithan’s heart strings, a slight wince crossing his face before he gently and slowly reached out to grab the bottle of fancy shampoo. After squirting some into the palm of his hand, Ithan began to draw circles into your scalp with the soap as bubbles and suds formed into your hair, washing it clean. Ithan then proceeded to grab the washcloth and tenderly scrub at your back before washing the rest of your body. Even your breasts, after you'd fully yielded yourself to him.

Judgement had not crossed Ithan's features once as he patiently took care of you. He understood. Without having to tell him anything, he understood the feeling, the hopelessness. Even if he did not know what triggered you to go into a depressive state, he still empathized with you.

Ithan helped you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your shoulders as a pile of clothes appeared on the countertop. The corners of Ithan's lips lifted into a smirk at his old, folded jersey. He looked at you, eyebrows raised in amusement as you stared at the number twelve printed on the jersey, a blush blooming onto your cheeks.

"I didn't intend to specifically choose that," You talked of your Fae abilities, being that you were able to summon intimate objects from place to place. "I just wanted clothes,"

"You kept it after all these years?" Ithan unfolded the jersey before putting it over your head as you let the towel drop to the floor.

"It's soft," You shrugged, the blush on your cheeks and neck deepened as you pulled your hair out from the jersey.

Ithan's smirk deepened as the only piece of clothing left was a black laced thong. No pants, only panties.

"I'm glad you kept it," Ithan knelt to slip the thong over your legs, sending you a playful grin. "I like seeing you in what's mine,"

You let out a small scoff, rolling your eyes. "You're insufferable,"

Ithan only grinned before taking your hand to lead you into the kitchen, hopeful at your responsiveness. He sat down at the island counter first before picking you up and plopping you on top of his lap.

You let out a sigh, sending the wolf a playful glare. "You're so clingy,"

Ithan huffed, twirling the fork into the spaghetti before bringing it to your lips. "Eat,"

Your eyes stayed glued to Ithan's as you took a bite of the pasta before humming in approval and grasping the fork from him. Ithan wrapped his arms around your waist, letting his natural heat from his wolf anatomy warm you as he watched your every move.

You gave Ithan a sidelong glance, suspicious to why he was watching you like an endangered animal. “The pasta is really good, thank you,”

Ithan only nodded, now staring at the olive oil that glossed your bottom lip.

“Are you just going to watch me eat?”

“Yeah, I could do that all day,” Ithan’s warm brown eyes flicked back to yours, awaiting your reaction.

You gazed back at him, trying to figure this male out.

“Why are you so consistent with helping me?”

Ithan shrugged not breaking his stare. “I love you,”

Your lips parted, shocked at his spontaneous confession. Though before you could respond, afraid of hearing a rejection, Ithan asked, “Wanna smoke?”

You let out a breathy laugh, nodding before Ithan picked you up and walked to two of you out to your balcony. Ithan sat down on the wooden outdoor chair, you still warm in his lap as he pulled out a Dab Pen and inhaled before blowing out a ring of smoke and passing the pen to you. The two of you passed the pen back and forth in silence, enjoying Ithan’s warms and the calm the mirthroot brought you. The sun began to set, stars twinkling, awaiting to shine in the night.

“Ithan?” You whispered, closing your eyes as you snuggled into his toned chest.

Nothing but warmth, hope, and adoration filled your heart as you laid on top of Ithan, listening to the beat of his steady heart. You’d be forever grateful for the safety and unconditional care he gave you. Maybe this unfortunate disorder you had actually lead you to some thing new between you and Ithan.

“Yeah?” He rasped out, drawing circles into the side of his jersey you wore.

“I love you too,” Were the last words you muttered to him for the night as he kissed your forehead before you fell asleep into his arms.

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