#moving back into my ruhn and hunt era

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Have all my fictional boyfriends attached to a spinning wheel so I can turn it to whichever one I'm currently fixating on, depending on which of their media's I'm currently consuming

[theostrophywife]

Honestly i would die for any possessive alpha hole Ithan like he’s super sweet and funny but someone tries to pick up his girl at one of the parties at the house??? Hell no. Ruhn, Dec & Flynn tease flirting reader in front of Ithan? Nope, straight to the bedroom to show them she has someone taking care of her

jealousy, jealousy.

author's note: alright anon, you've got my attention. ithan era here i come.

Music blares through the speakers as you pour your signature cocktails into the glasses lined up on the kitchen counter. With the start of the weekend, Ruhn’s house was once again filled with nearly half the population of Lunathion, sweaty bodies crammed into the small living room while an amalgamation of fae, angels, and shifters drank and danced. 

Beyond the kitchen archway, you spot your boyfriend playing a game of beer pong. The opposing team was composed of Bryce and Hunt and from what you could glean, they were absolutely wiping the floor with Ruhn and Ithan. The latter didn’t seem to mind, laughing as Bryce sank a ball into one of his cups. 

The wolf merely shrugs and tilts the red cup into his mouth, downing the liquor in one swift move. The action causes the liquid to trickle down his chin, soaking the front of his CCU sweatshirt. The hem of his shirt rides up as he dabs at his mouth and you can’t help but ogle the expanse of tanned, defined abs rippling underneath. His early departure from sunball certainly took nothing away from your boyfriend's lean and athletic frame. As if sensing your gaze, his soft brown eyes land on you and he grins in that handsome, boyish way that you loved so much as he raises the cup in your direction. 

Color blooms high upon your cheeks as you bite back a smile. It was nice to see Ithan enjoying himself for once. After Connor’s death, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend let loose for nearly two years and understandably so. While you knew he’d never stop grieving the loss of his older brother, you were glad to see that he was beginning to take small steps towards healing. It was what Connor would have wanted.

With a soft smile, you maneuver through the crowded space and hand Dec a glass. He’s sitting on the couch typing away on his laptop, hacking into Luna knew what as Tharion cheers him on. The redheaded mer shoots you a wink of gratitude as you supply him with another drink. He nods behind you before you feel an arm around your shoulder, nearly knocking the tray of drinks out of your hands. 

“Oops,” Flynn says, eyes glazed and words slurring as he attempts to steady himself. 

You sigh exasperatedly, yanking his arm to keep him upright before swatting him on the back of the head. “You nearly knocked me over. How much have you had to drink, Flynn?” 

“Not a lot,” the High Fae lord says with a sheepish smile. “Four or five. Or was it eight? I can’t remember.”

“Cthona spare me,” you mutter under your breath. “Will you two keep an eye on him before he does something extremely idiotic?” Declan and Tharion nod in agreement, clearly amused at your tendency to mother the rowdy residents of this home. 

“And you,” you say, directing your gaze back to the rowdiest male of them all. Flynn tries to grab a cocktail from the tray, but you bat his hand away, earning you a childish pout. “No more drinks until you can stand straight again.” 

Flynn groans. “Yes, mom.” 

You roll your eyes fondly before squeezing past the idle crowd. The beer pong table was within view until a High Fae male steps into your direct path.

From across the room, Ithan peels his attention away from the game at hand to survey the crowd. One minute you were standing by the couch with his friends and the next he couldn’t quite spot you amidst the throng of fae milling about. 

The wolf surveys the living room, his heart beating a little faster and his senses going into overdrive as he drags his gaze through the dimly lit space. Though he knew you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, Ithan always made sure to keep you within his line of sight. As his mate, your presence awakened his instinct to protect and he was always on high alert when it came to your safety. He took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar fragrance of rain and jasmine. Ithan follows the trail of your signature scent and spots you by the television, balancing a tray of cocktails in your hand and slightly frowning at the Fae male standing before you. 

Ithan couldn’t help it. He was already striding through the room before he could comprehend what he was doing. The wolf ignores Ruhn, Bryce, and Hunt’s protests as he marches straight for you. As soon as you spot your boyfriend, relief floods your expression. The Vanir male in front of you has held you up longer than you wished, but he was harmless. A little overexcited, sure. But he wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. If he was stupid enough to try anything, you would've sank his claws into him faster than the blink of an eye.

Still, you didn’t mind the possessive arm that snakes around your waist as your boyfriend sidles up beside you.

“There you are,” Ithan states softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. There was no missing the cold, calculated glare he fixes upon the Vanir male standing before you. 

“You’re Ithan Holstrom, right?” the male greets in recognition. “You played sunball for CCU.” 

Your boyfriend nods and you note the tic in his jaw despite his otherwise neutral expression. Sunball was a sensitive topic for Ithan, but he remains composed as he smoothly responds. “The one and only.” 

“We used to watch you in the Aux all the time. We always rooted for CCU and its star player.”

“Thank you,” Ithan responds. His brown eyes sharpen as he surveys the male. “How do you know my mate?” 

Mate. 

The word seems to sober the Vanir male and color drains from his face when he realizes who he’d unknowingly tried to flirt with. Ithan Holmstrom’s mate. The term had a different definition for the Fae, but it was just as binding for the wolves. In other words, approaching someone else’s mate was entirely off limits. A flash of panic flares through the male's sharp features as he stammers. 

“I - I didn’t realize you were together.” 

Ithan smirks and his canines protrude from his mouth, letting a little bit of the wolf show as the Vanir male swallows thickly. “Now you do.”

And gods spare you, the sight of a jealous, possessive Ithan going pure alphahole to use Bryce’s term, was undoubtedly the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed. It was so out of character from the sweet and reserved mate you knew that you couldn’t help but wonder at the utter change in Ithan. Perhaps it was wrong, but you liked knowing that you brought out this side of him. 

At Ithan’s clear dismissal, the Vanir male saunters off with a dejected expression. You chuckle as your mate turns to look at you. 

“Was it really necessary to go all alphahole on the male?” 

The corner of Ithan’s mouth curls upward at the term. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe.” 

He takes the tray of drinks from your hands and intertwines your fingers, leading you back to the beer pong game he’d abandoned. “Honestly, you’re no better than Ruhn or Hunt.” 

“Hey!” Ruhn says in protest, “How’d I get dragged into this?” 

Bryce snorts, draping an arm over your shoulder and kissing your cheek in greeting. “She’s not wrong. Maybe Ithan caught the alphahole disease from living with you idiots.” 

Hunt starts to laugh, but your friend cuts him off. “I wouldn’t be laughing, Athalar. If Ruhn’s president of the possessive asshole club, then you’re certainly his vice president.”

The Umbra Mortis rolls his eyes as Dec, Flynn, and Tharion crowds around you. The redhaired mer sidles up to your other side, linking his arm with Bryce’s as they sandwiched you in between them. “Can’t blame that male for trying though. If you weren’t our little wolf’s mate, I’d certainly shoot my shot.” 

Ithan growls, falling right into Tharion’s bait. You roll your eyes as your mate sets the tray of drinks down and pulls you to his side. 

“That’s not exactly a compliment, given that you flirt with anything with a pulse, T.” 

Tharion dramatically places a hand over his heart. “You wound me, she wolf.” He grins mischievously. “Now if only I had someone to help lick my wounds.” 

“Say that again and I’ll stick you in a septic tank myself,” you reply sweetly.

Ithan snorts before tugging at your hand. “Come on, babe. I’ve got something to show you upstairs.” 

“News flash, it’s his dick,” Flynn deadpans.

Your mate rolls his eyes in response as you flip Flynn off behind your shoulder. The rest of the gang laughs, but you pay it no mind as you practically sprint up the stairs and into Ithan’s room. As soon as the door closes, Ithan presses you up against the wall and kisses the sensitive spot just below your ear. 

A breathy laugh escapes from your mouth as you run your fingers through his silky brown hair. “I guess Flynn was right, after all.” 

Ithan smirks in response. “Please, I could smell your arousal downstairs. Like it or not, my alphahole behavior turns you on.” 

“Getting cocky, aren’t we?” you say with a teasing smile. “I think I might need more of a demonstration.” 

Without warning, Ithan hoists you up in the air and effortlessly locks your legs around his waist. His lips find yours in the darkness and the kiss is dominating, possessive, like he was staking his claim on you with his mouth. 

“I’ve got all night, baby.”