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queentala · 8 months

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Fenrys bedroom headcanons

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Oh gods I finally wrote something!!!! 🥳 Ugh, it feels so good. You can see the variety of my emotions while writing those headcanons, going from poetic, through obsessed, to being absolutely done, and then to feeling cute. And also great shout out to @juulle987 that gave me some ideas, kept me motivated and entertained today. This post is dedicated to you, baby ❤️ Anyway, I hope you enjoy this 🥰

Words: slightly over 3k

Warnings: no spoilers wanted so just be aware of a lot of nsfw content

Even though the smart mouth, charming smile, effortless way of being, or simply the pretty face, might cause various spicy inklings and rumors about the White Wolf's abilities in bedroom, (which, pretty much always are at least partially accurate), there is a lot more than just youngish yearning and playfulness underneath his skin. After all, many might know that the beautiful warrior had his persistent spot in Queen Maeve's bed, only few, however, that he did not cherish this "privilege", as she called it.

There is just… so much darkness in Fenrys' soul, that it is impossible to save any aspect of his life from the pain it brings, especially when the said aspect is directly connected to the source of his trauma.

So no, Fenrys is not the always horny and kinky sex god we make him out to be.

Okay he is.

But at least not at the beginning, or even the halfway of the long journey of trying to overcome the demons that haunt him.

It's going to take a while for him to open up. To trust you.

Now, most of sa victims are not fond of touch, which is understandable as it triggers the bad memories. But I do think Fenrys would very much need and crave physical contact with his mate/beloved. Especially the soft and comforting type, the one that resumes him that he is loved and sets his skin on fire at the same time.

It's just that with Maeve he didn't get to experience the featherlike softness which every lover's fingers should have, nor the addicting feeling of trying to grasp as much of each other as possible. And when he finally does, it's like a painkiller for his soul.

Believe me when I say that Fenrys cannot get enough of your hands in his hair, chests pressed against each other, legs tangled under the sheets… It's not the verbal yes that he gives you when you take off his shirt, but the way he's pressing his cheek into your palm as you caress his face that keeps you going. He's not good with words. How could he when there's a lump in his throat as emotion overtake his ability to make a sound? So instead he lets his body speak.

At first the sex is soft and intense, full of small gasps, long kisses and sweet words whispered against each other's skin. It's more about just being close to each other than the actual pleasure; the beautiful feeling of getting lost in each other, feeling of security sugared with the bliss caused and boosted by every stroke against the most intimate parts belonging only to the two of you.

Holding hands also appears to be an important deal for Fenrys; a physical visualization of the trust and safety he feels while in your presence. It definitely adds intimacy, which he very much craves, to the moment and overall is a really sweet gesture that just naturally feels right.

He always finds a way to connect your palms, no matter the position he has you in, and not even once it failed to work as the motion always turns out sweet, sexy or goofy and either way it's just amazing.

And even decades into your relationship, when his trauma is just a blurry memory appearing in his nightmares from time to time, holding hands is as important as it was at the beginning of your shared journey.

Another form of intimacy that Fenrys adores, is morning, cuddly sex. Or in general just cuddly, sleepy sex as we know this guy likes to take a nap during the day.

It's slow and sloppy, with eyes still closed and face buried in each other's chest or neck, warm covers enveloping and keeping you safe in the small bubble of just you two, free from all the worries of the day.

It is such a wholesome moment that lets you be close even in the most vulnerable state, plus the atmosphere is so sweet and cozy… Oh and I just know that Fenrys gets all sensitive then, too lost in the feeling to even care and keep the veneer of having some control over his body.

He. Is. Such. A. Moaner.

Fenrys is vocal, never even trying to muffle the sounds YOU'RE pulling out of him. It feels so divine, so why would he keep it to himself?

At first it's low grunts and hisses, slipping out of his mouth mindlessly as you clutch him so tightly and good, slowly turning into moans, each louder than the previous one, more desperate, as he's nearing his release. The sweet noises falling right into your ear, broken from time to time by a curse when the pleasure gets overwhelming.

Now keep in mind that all this happens when he's the one on top, so when he's trying to keep himself together.

I don't think Fenrys would be into the dom/sub dynamics due to his trauma; neither being at someone's mercy nor having someone absolutely helpless underneath really appeals to him. However, the top/bottom thing absolutely does appear in your bedroom.

Being under Maeve's command for a century, it's rather reasonable that Fenrys would like to be a top and have control over the situation. (I even had a discussion with someone about this on my blog if you'd like to read more into it.) So while neither of you have more or less power over the other during sex, most of the time it's Fenrys that initiate, choose and control things.

However, I'm a firm believer that Fenrys is a switch.

So with the right person and after the right amount of time, he would give up the control without any worries. And that's when you meet his absolutely new side.

Like I already hinted, Fenrys gets sensitive and it doesn't take much for him to fall apart. Whether you're riding him, or working your hand or mouth along his length, his moans always somehow get louder and more desperate.

And oh boy, try to edge him a little bit, and you get two outcomes.

One: you just turned on his playful mode and now he's going to pay you back with twice as much.

Two: he's falling into total submission and gets all whiny, begging you to let him cum because your hand on him feels so good and he can't take it anymore, but you keep teasing him, telling him that only good puppies get to cum and I'm jqhwjhwj 🥴😩

But anyway, back to playful Fenrys.

Of course having so many bad memories with sex, he tries his best to make it as pleasurable and comfortable experience as possible, both for you and him.

And you know Fenrys, always with mischief in his eye and snarky comments ready for any occasion… I'm afraid his attitude in the bedroom doesn't differ too much.

He is definitely the type of person to crack the most random joke in the middle of the fun, or stop and collapse into giggles at the weird sound either of you made or when the new position doesn't work quite like it should.

Do I even have to mention all the dirty jokes he'd come up with? And you know it's not only you that hears them but the whole court. I swear everybody is so effin fed up with them yet it seems like Fenrys, the unbothered king of annoying his decayed ex comrades, comes up with a new joke every time he cums.

(which is a lot cause the boy's sensitive as fuck but about that later)

He calls you his muse at this point as you're the reason behind most of them.

And if you can imagine Fenrys being playful during sex, then imagine what happens before. Because half of the time it's the tickling sessions that get you into the bedroom, starting as harmless fun and ending up with clothes scattered on the floor and sheets that definitely need to be changed after you're done.

However I would be surprised hadn't it worked the other way around as well, as if you don't see lighthearted sex with Fenrys turning into a tickling fight then you clearly don't know him.

Since we're talking about getting started… Fenrys loves you and sex with you, and ya know, you're not just some lover but his beloved, a person truly dear to him. So most of the time he'd want to do everything properly. That's why I dare say he is the king of foreplay.

Fenrys knows perfectly how to get you into the mood, whether it be more giggly or sexy. He knows all your sensitive places, knows where to kiss and where to bite, what turns you on.

Of course he enjoys quickies as well, every moment with (in) you is priceless. But why would he narrow himself to doing the bare minimum before entering you when he could have you squirting and begging for his cock?

I already said it in my previous headcanons, and Fenrys said it himself; his tongue is his best feature. So who am I to argue with him?

This man. Is so fucking amazing at oral, that there's no enough words in the world to describe it.

He just loves eating you out; love your taste, love the way you're arching and love the sound of your moans. He can spend hours, (and I really do believe I'm not overreacting), slowly drawing his tongue up and down your entrance, eyes closed in pleasure at the way your arousal feels on his lips.

He absolutely outdoes himself in those moments, making sure no inch of yours is left without his attention. Kissing the soft flesh of your thighs, palms exploring the well known shape of your hips and waist as he fucks you little cunt; switching between your hole and clit, treating one with his lips while his fingers take care of the other.

Start pulling at his hair and it only keeps him going.

Just the sight of you falling apart under his touch is enough to leave him hard and ready. (Although, am I the only one that thinks he could cum by just eating you out…? He defo could, couldn't he?)

And just as much as he loves giving, he loves receiving. I already said that Fenrys gets whiny and sensitive when you're on your knees. He'd definitely fist your hair and watch in awe with mouth slightly open how you take his length, too hipnotised by the sight to be aware of the way his body reacts or the sounds slipping from between his lips.

He can hold himself for a pretty long time, but I do believe he wouldn't have any problems with cumming within minutes, especially when you're the one working on him.

Fenrys might not be the horniest person at the beginning. Like I already said, demons of the past do take a toll on him. But as the years pass by, and with your love that makes him stronger with each day, I think I can say this guy is very much able to find any excuse to have sex.

Whether it be a few minutes break before one meeting and another, an especially colder day, or just a very beautiful night, Fenrys can and will try to get you to bed as often as possible.

Oh and I bet he wakes up with a boner almost every morning. Don't ask me why because I don't know, it's just a feeling that he does. What I know, though, is that there's no way he'd handle it himself when you're laying by his side 😏.

There are three ways to solve this and he's not going to complain either way.

Feeling comfortable, Fenrys is the first one to experiment and try new things. As long as it doesn't harm either of you, and doesn't trigger any bad memories, he's down for whatever you propose.

After all, sex is all about fun and pleasure, so why not find as many ways to do so as possible?

Actually the only things that he is strongly against would be degrading and bondage, besides that he's willing to give everything else a try.

Those that read my previous headcanons will most likely recall the fabulous white, fluffy tail plug and wolf/dog ears to match.

And as much as I consider my previous hcs a disaster, this is something I stand my ground on. What's more, I do believe Fenrys would be absolutely and thoroughly into roleplays and dressing ups. AND I DARE YOU TO TELL ME I'M WRONG. You can't.

It's sexy and goofy at the same time, and given that these two adjectives are literally Fenrys' life motto…

He'd love to have you in doggy as you wear the plug, or even more, pressed against the kitchen counter as you decided to wear it (only it) while making him breakfast. Or when you ride him wearing a sexy cowgirl outfit, bouncing on his cock with tits falling out of the tight unbuttoned shirt, tied under your breast. Would he chase you with a lasso through the house before that? You already know the answer.

And do I even have to mention Fenrys in the play boy or maid costume?

This man is such a teaser. It goes all the way from leaving small kisses and little touches all over your body for the whole day, to purposely slowing down the peace of his thrusts.

He'd also strip for you. Painfully slowly taking off each piece of clothing as you watch him with lips watering (I'm talking about both types 👀). And had you shown any type of impatience, he would turn it against you and call you desperate for him, as if he's not taking so long for this exact purpose.

But when Fenrys finally does crawl his naked frame over you, he makes sure to make all this waiting worth it. He worships you like no one else ever could, touching and kissing every inch of skin he can find, devouring the sight below him with eyes blown with desire, words of admiration slipping out of his mouth like sparks out of bonfire.

Words might not hold such powerful meaning as actions, but it doesn't make them any less important for Fenrys. Not only does he use every chance he gets to compliment you, more than once not even realizing it, smothering you with praises and pet names whether it be in lovesick awe or overwhelmed with pleasure, but craves to hear those sweet words fall from your mouth directed to him.

He seeks your attention and admiration like a puppy, melting in your palms as you pamper him with love.

My man is not big on sharing. Even though I'd love to believe that he agrees to bring another person to your bedroom from time to time, especially a man as I whole believe that he is bisexual, I think it would be rather a rarity. Well, he's not interested in other women when you're the only one he needs and wants, and also it would take a lot of time and reassurance for him to share you with another man. But once you talk it through… Dorian would be more than willing, that's for sure.

Oh, I had some trouble deciding whether he is a boobs or ass guy, and Julle solved within seconds saying that he's both. And yeah, I do see that.

Fenrys would love sleeping with his face in your breasts, or play with them as you're laying in bed with a book, not paying attention to him so he has to entertain himself. And he loves sucking at your titties, trying to get you to orgasm just by that.

But at the same time he would waste no opportunity to slap your butt as he walks past or fucking you from behind. Nor would he complain as you sit on his face with full weight.

Ah and how could I forget? What's a better way to worship your pussy than filling it with cum? Watching his cock slide out white from how full of him you are, seeing his seed leak out and drip down your thighs?

You know he's trying to put as many puppies in you as he can.

And as a cherry on top I can offer you naked domestic Fenrys. It is a good thing that he's comfortable, of course it is, however, once he does, he doesn't differ much from a toddler. Run after him with pants all you want, he's not going to put them on, parading through the whole house in all the glory.

But honestly? Is it so bad? I mean, people pay big money for less effective views, so I wouldn't complain and feast my eyes all I can.

In this long as toilet paper essay, we came to the conclusion that sex with Fenrys can be sexy, funny, intense, loving and hundreds of other kinds. But what is one thing that they all have in common? ✨ Aftercare ✨ (you can see I'm losing my shit here? Sorry, I'm just tired, maybe I'll rewrite this part tomorrow)

After the fun is over, no matter how long or hard it was, Fenrys will always make sure you're okay before doing anything else. It is his priority to help you come down after your high, asking if you need anything whether it be water, a helpful hand in getting cleaned, a bath or simply snuggles.

And though he'd never expect from you anything you cannot give, it makes his heart flutter when you do the same thing for him. So maybe ask if he's okay, or play with his hair as he's falling asleep, whispering praises against his forehead, and it would definitely make him happier.

Fenrys is an amazing lover, thoughtful and passionate, open minded and big on boundaries. He can offer you the whole world and crawl out of his skin to bring you pleasure, and still stop without a second thought when you say no. And he does expect the same thing from you.

Because at the end of the day, consent is the sexiest thing you can give him.

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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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Heyy, can I request anything with Fenrys?❤️

hii love, yes you can! (I interpreted this to mean I can write anything with Fenrys but if you mean you have something in mind to request just send it on over) 💜

A/N: I have both fluff and angst requests for Fenrys in my inbox rn and I'm in a mood today so I went with smut

Wild Things

Fenrys Moonbeam x f!Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, pretty much pwp, oral f!receiving, rough sex, breeding kink if you squint, minors dni

The warm Terrasen sun beat down on your shoulders, your chest heaving as Aelin tossed you a towel to wipe the sweat from your brow. You had worked hard at training this afternoon, pushing yourself even harder when you felt Fenrys’s eyes on your ass in your leathers as he watched you from the shade.

Aelin’s eyes flicked to where your mate stood across the field, a knowing smirk accompanying her laugh. “Get out of here,” she shooed you, and you gladly took the opportunity to get out of the summer heat. Turning to see that Fenrys was no longer waiting for you, you trudged your way up the stairs to your bedroom, eager to strip and bathe.

Tossing your towel to the bedroom floor, you shucked off your boots and padded into the bathroom, savoring the feel of the cool tile against your feet. Bending over to peel the restrictive fabric from your legs, you gasped as familiar hands gripped your bare ass, kneading the skin there as Fenrys let out a low groan.

You smirked, wiggling your hips in a teasing manner before stepping out of your pants. Yanking you by your top, Fenrys roughly turned you around, wrapping your hair around his fist to tilt your face towards him.

Onyx eyes pierced yours as his hand moved from the hem of your shirt, making quick work of untying the laces. “You knew what you were doing, teasing me all afternoon in this tight little outfit. I was about to bend you over and fuck you in the middle of the training yard.” A whimper escaped you at his words, making him growl as he leaned down to lick the sweat from your neck, teeth moving to graze your ear. “Is that what you want, for me to fuck you like you deserve, you tease?”

Panting, you were pliant in his arms as you nodded eagerly, helping him shove off your top so that you were bare before him. Hands drifted to your waist, rubbing teasing circles along your lower stomach as you clenched around nothing. The scent of arousal was heady in the air as Fenrys tossed you over his shoulder, smacking your ass hard enough to leave a mark as he carried you back into the bedroom.

You yelped, flying backwards onto the mattress with a bounce as Fenrys discarded his, golden brown muscles rippling with the effort. Snapping out of the momentary daze from seeing your mate’s body, you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Fen, I don’t want to get the sheets dirty. I’m still so sweaty.”

With a dark chuckle, Fenrys looped his hands around your legs, yanking you to the edge of the bed where he bent over you, golden curls cascading down around you. “Don’t worry love, I will lick you clean,” he murmured, voice like gravel as he captured your lips in his, sharp canines drawing blood from your lower lip as he tugged against it.

You moaned, arching into him as hip tongue slipped between your lips, caressing yours as a hand found your breast. His mouth trailed your jaw, licking away the sweat along your neck as he moved further south. One hand massaged your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as you writhed against him. His lips found your other nipple, licking as his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, sending a jolt straight to your core. “Fuck, Fenrys please,” you begged, babbling incoherently as his other hand skimmed lower, fingertips swirling above your hip bones.

Tongue lapping against your skin, Fenrys groaned at the taste of your sheen of sweat on his tongue, his warm muscle ever so slowly moving towards where you needed him most. Broad hands spread your legs wide, your dripping arousal exposed to the cold air of the room.

Onyx eyes grew somehow darker as Fenrys honed in on you like a predator, thumbs rubbing the skin of your inner thighs. He leaned down, long hair tickling the sensitive skin of your legs as he licked and sucked along your inner thigh, skipping right over your core before moving to the other leg, sucking a mark at the inside of your hip.

Your hands found his hair, clumsily hoping to pull him closer. A pathetic mewl escaped you as you confirmed how strong his grip was on you, keeping you firmly in place to use as he liked. A dark, taunting laugh left Fenrys’s lips, the slight air blowing against your clit making you grip his hair tighter, desperate for more.

Onyx eyes locked with yours as Fenrys dipped, his tongue flicking out against your dripping core, holding your slick in a lewd display before closing his mouth with a feral moan of satisfaction. As if the tether on his own self control snapped, Fenrys dove in, nose brushing your clit as his tongue thrust rapidly into your core, wet muscle massaging your walls in a deliciously teasing way.

Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly as a finger teased your entrance. Your head hit the mattress, eyes rolling back as a finger thrust into you, curling against you as he pumped in and out. The sounds of your breathy moans filled the room as Fenrys added a second finger, rapid thrusts hitting exactly where you liked.

Your breaths turned rapid and shallow as your stomach tightened, having no time to warn Fenrys before you hit your orgasm, arching as you moaned out his name. He didn’t relent his efforts, tongue flicking out against your clit as his fingers scissored and pumped into you, prepping you for his cock.

Convulsing against the sheets, you pleaded against the overstimulation your mate wrought on you, finally catching your breath as he pulled away. Pushing your body further up on the bed, Fenrys tapped your lips with his fingers in silent request. You opened obediently, tasting yourself as he watched you suck on his digits.

A low growl left the male as he shifted, quickly ridding himself of his pants before throwing your legs over his shoulders and thrusting into you without warning. A scream left your lips as he pounded into you, wild and feral as your mate took what he wanted.

Your hands fumbled, attempting to find purchase on his shoulders as he fucked you relentlessly, your body shifting back and forth along the mattress form the force. Fenrys paused only a moment, hands grabbing your hips as he flipped you effortlessly, pushing your chest down on the bed.

He fucked you from behind, hips snapping against yours as the sound of your skin connecting echoed through the room. Your hands clawed at the sheets, moans muffled as you bit the fabric to keep from screaming in pleasure. You exploded the moment his fingers found your clit again, crashing into your high as you felt Fenrys’s cock twitch inside of you.

“Good girl, take it all,” me murmured, his warm seed filling you as his hips stuttered behind you. Still inside of you, Fenrys leaned over, kicking down your spine, licking beads of sweat as he went. Slowly pulling out of you, you gasped as his fingers rubbed against your clit, collecting the cum that had spilled out of you as he shoved it back inside.

With a smack to your core, Fenrys gently commanded you. “Keep that in there for me, love. I’ll prepare a bath for you.” With a kiss to your temple, he allowed you to collapse against the mattress, focusing on his warmth that still filled you as you heard the sound of bath water running from the other room.

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danikamariewrites · 4 months

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hi there, can you write something fluffy for fenrys??

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Fenrys x reader

A/n: I haven't written for Fen in so long and he's literally one of my favs from ToG. He deserves happiness after everything he's been through

Warnings: none

Fenrys watched from the balcony as Aelin walked you through the castle gates. He lets out a dreamy sigh as you throw your head back from laughing at something the queen said. Fenrys was so lost in his little fantasy land he missed Rowan come to stand next to him.

“You feeling ok?” Fenrys jumps, backing away from the railing and clutching at his heart. “Good gods! Don’t do that Rowan!” The king couldn’t help the shit eating grin that spread across his lips. Rowan looks out at your retreating figure as you leisurely walk back to town. “Aelin thinks you two would make a great match.”

Fenrys lets out an annoyed huff, taking his piercing gaze off of Rowan and watching you again. He was always so charming and smooth when it came to talking to females. For some reason when he tried speaking to you Fenrys always made a fool of himself. He either tripped over air or fumbled with his words before excusing himself. There was no other way to say it, Fenrys is in love with you.

How could he not be? You’re so kind and intelligent and beautiful. Fenrys can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you’re around.

A week later - on the day you usually visit, Fenrys noted - Aelin called him into her office. Striding through the open door Fenrys stopped before her desk, sketching a bow before standing with his hands behind his back. “What can I do for you?” Aelin gave him a smile that told Fenrys she was scheming. Fenrys mentally rolled his eyes, waiting for Aelin to tell her plan.

“I need you to do me a favor.” She said sweetly. “Nothing crazy, just an errand that I can’t get to today.” Fenrys nodded. “What kind of errand?” The queen’s smile became toothy and far too happy looking for his liking. “Can you go to y/n’s store for me and pick up the book she set aside for me?”

Fenrys felt his heart stutter in his chest. He had never been to your store. He had avoided it at all costs after the second time he made a fool of himself in front of you. “Erm…” He had to answer quickly before Aelin turned this into a command and he no choice. Not like he had one anyway. If Aelin already thought you two were a match the whole court must know by now. And Fenrys would never hear the end of it from Lysandra if he never made a move.

“Yes.” He blurts out. “Excellent.” Aelin claps her hands in approval and stands to guide Fenrys from her office. “And no rush whatsoever. Take your time, enjoy a stroll through the city. Get some tea with someone. But don’t come back here without my book.” She said sternly before shutting the door on him.

Upon entering the bustling city Fenrys found himself taking the long way to your shop. Inevitably he found himself standing outside your shop, dreading how he would mess up this conversation with you. Inhaling deeply through his nose and out through his mouth, Fenrys pushed open the door to your shop.

The bell ringing above his head caught your attention immediately. You rushed to the front of the store, your arms full of books. Your eyes widen in surprise at the tall male in the middle of your small book store. “Hi,” you say cheerily, “Fenrys, right?” It took all of his training to keep calm. To keep the butterflies from swarming his insides.

“Y-yes. Yup, that’s me.” Dear gods he hoped Lorcan would show up and stab him.

Then you did something unexpected. You giggled at him. It wasn’t a pity laugh, you genuinely giggled. Fenrys smiled at you. Realizing you looked like you were about to drop the stack of books in your arms Fenrys cleared the space between you, reaching his hands out to help. “Can I take these for you?” “Oh, yes. That would be great, thank you.”

As you handed over half the stack Fenrys noticed your hands were shaking. If it was because of him he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “Can you put them on the front counter?” “Of course.” You give him a small nod and lead him to the counter.

After putting the books down you nervously fiddled with your hair, glancing at Fenrys every other second. You felt like you always messed up when you spoke to him. That awkward laugh would always leave your lips and you always forgot where you were going when you bumped into him in the castle.

Clearing your throat you finally look make eye contact. Maybe that’s too much eye contact, you think to yourself. Fenrys isn’t shying away though. If anything he’s looking at you with the same shy, unsure intensity.

An awkward moment of silence passes between the two of you before Fenrys finally remembers why he’s here. “Aelin sent me to pick up her book. She said you had it set aside for her.”

The realization clicked in your eyes and your cheeks redden. It was silly to think he was there for you. Pulling the book from the shelf behind you and turning back to Fenrys you give him a small smile, hoping it didn’t look as sad as you felt. “Here you go.” His fingers brushed against yours. You felt a warmth rush through your body at the soft touch.

Your cheeks heat even more as you bite back your smile. Fenrys takes the book giving you a reassuring smile. “Thanks,” he says softly. “You’re welcome.” He nods and turns to leave. Fenrys cringes at himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

He stopped with his hand on the door, thinking screw it. Marching back up to the counter Fenrys takes a deep breath. You look up at him with bright curiosity in your eyes. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

You nod your head excitedly. “I would love that. Is tomorrow night ok?” “Absolutely.” You give him a bright smile. Taking out a pen and paper you write down your address for him. He takes it happily and practically skips out of your store back to the castle.

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throneofsmut · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Thirteen: Praise

Fenrys Moonbeam x Female Reader

“You’re doing so good, kitten. Just a little more.” Fenrys’ voice was gentle as he continued to push into you, it already felt like you were full and he wasn’t even halfway in yet.

You whimpered, eyes screwing shut at the burn you felt as he stretched you. Gritting out through clenched teeth, “Gods you’re tight.” You knew you were wet enough but fuck did it still hurt. He was just so big.

Fenrys was breathing heavily above you, his body was taut from restraining himself. “Fuck.” You panted as your nails dug into his biceps that were caging you in.

Those were the last words you said as he finally bottomed out. His hands fisted the sheets, trying to control that primal part of him that just wanted to fuck you like a wild animal.

After a couple breaths, so quiet if it wasn’t for his fae hearing he wouldn’t have heard it, you said “Move.”

His heartbeat quickened knowing he was balls deep in you and you were taking it. “That’s it, kitten. Such a good girl.”

You moaned in response to the praise. Fenrys’ self-control was running out at the sight of you beneath him. Whimpering and writhing so lost in the pleasure he was making you feel.

“Such a, fuck-“ He growled as you bit him where his shoulder meets his neck. He lost it. Thrusting his cock in and out of you at a relentless pace. “Oh F-fen” you cried out as the tip of cock brushed against that sweet spot inside of you.

“Good girl. Taking all of me.” He gritted out.

His words had your walls clenching around him , he knew you were close and so was he. He moved one of his hands to rub your clit in tight circles. Wanting to cum with you.

Crying out as you orgasmed, bucking your hips, he kept rubbing your clit working you through it. Cooing praises into your ear as he finished right behind you.

His hips slowed and he was still inside you as he collapsed on top of you. Both of you, out of breath. Lifting his head to look at you, his cock twitched at the sight of you making you groan at the overstimulation. Fenrys just grinned at you and pushed your hair away from your face. Placing a kiss on your forehead. Then each of your cheeks and finally your mouth, murmuring against your lips, “You did so good, kitten.”

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Before You Go - Fenrys Moonbeam

A/N: I’m so freaking proud of this fic I hope you love it! Also I’ve tried my hand at a lil smut so please feel free to give constructive criticism!

T/W: Maeve, Smut, Vision of Maeve & Fenrys, Angst, Death - I think that’s it! Let me know if I’ve missed any!

W/C: 5K

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100 Years Ago:

“You did what?!” You seethed at the White Wolf who was looking anywhere but at you. “I swore a blood oath…to Maeve.” The words hit you like a physical blow and tears lined your eyes. “Why…why would you do that?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. He looked at you then, his face shuttering as he took in your unshed tears. “For Connall, the things she makes him do, Y/N, I can’t, I can’t allow it.” You sighed, heart breaking as you looked at the Male in front of you, your mate. Not that he knew, if he did he hadn’t told you, just like how you hadn’t told him. “He’ll resent you for taking his place, Fen, he came to visit, while you were gone with your elite force, he seemed happy.”

You’d grown up with the twins, your parents serving under theirs but there was always something about Fenrys, something that pulled you in. They were five years older than you and you’d put it down to a school girl crush. Connall hated it. He didn’t speak to you for 2 years after he confessed his feelings for you on your 18th birthday. You had just looked helplessly at his twin and he had known then, had understood there was something unspoken between you and his brother. It infuriated him. Connall had always felt lesser than his twin, who was favoured by their father and now by you, it seemed. “I can’t let her have him like that, Connall deserves a true and pure love, not this.” You scoffed, “What, so it’s better for you to be her whore instead?” You spat, his eyes hardening at your words, “Tell me, will you be allowed to leave her chambers? To be the warrior you always wanted to be or will you be leashed to her bed like the dog that you are?”

Anger rolled off of him in waves as he took a step back from you, “That’s enough.” He said quietly but you were so past trying to understand his reasoning. “Maybe he loves her, Fen? Did you think of that?” He scoffed this time, “Even if he does, she doesn’t and won’t ever love him back, she’s incapable of it.” You put your hands on your hips, “So what now? You’ve come to say goodbye? Tell me I’ll never see you again?” His face softened as your voice cracked. “You’ll see me again, but yes, I came to say goodbye.” Anger was still coursing through your veins as you said, “You better go then, your shackles on her bed are waiting. Goodbye, Fenrys.” You turned and walked away, you didn’t look back.

85 Years Ago:

The first ten years without the twins, without Fenrys, had been hard. You’d lost your parents to one of Maeve’s many wars, the twins' parents only just making it back themselves. They had taken you in, despite the fact you were an adult and your own parents had left you more than enough. It was like their mother knew this would be the final blow for you and she refused to let you fall into your despair. She’d moved you into Fenrys’ room, “So you’re here when he comes back,” she had said, “A mate's presence heals most things, even if they're not physically here.” You didn’t know how she knew nor did you ask at the time as you crawled into his bed and slept for days.

Fenrys sent everything he was feeling down the mating bond unknowingly. You could stop him from feeling your feelings which you’d been actively doing since it snapped for you but you couldn’t block his. The hatred, the anger, the sadness, the submission, the pleasure. It made you physically sick. Sometimes, when his emotions were particularly high, you saw it all as well, through his eyes. You’d never forget that first time.

Maeve on top of him, her naked form grinding in his lap. “What’s the matter little pup?” She taunted from above him, “Performance nerves?” He was panicking, you could feel the panic coursing through him, the dread that if he didn’t perform she’d bring Connall in here instead. She scraped her nails down his chest, “You really are pretty for a dog, Fenrys.” She crooned, rolling her hips again, “I can help you enjoy it and perhaps eventually you’ll learn to enjoy it on your own.” She leant forward and kissed up his neck, her canines scraping as she went, disgust shot through him as one hand wrapped around his throat and the other slid towards his cock. “Enjoy it.” She whispered seductively in his ear, “You want me, Fenrys, you want this.” She sucked on his earlobe and the disgust started to dissipate, replaced by lust. “You want to fuck me, to satisfy me.” She continued as his cock stiffened in her hand. She dragged herself up his body, until she had a leg on either side of his head. “Go ahead pup,” she crooned, “eat.”

You witnessed the whole thing. She had ridden him until she was satisfied and when he was spent she sent him away like he was nothing. The last thing you saw when Fenrys opened her chamber door was Connall on the other side, betrayal like nothing you’d ever seen written across his face. You’d thrown up until your body had given out and you moved out of his room and his parents house the next day.

This went on for ten years until you’d had enough, you couldn’t take it anymore, feeling what he was feeling, witnessing it. You had amassed the funds your parents had left you and ventured to Doranelle, for an audience with the Queen. You smoothed down the skirts of your dress as you waited to be called into her throne room. Fenrys was here and nearby, you could feel the bond coming to life and singing that its counterpart was close. A guard approached and nodded for you to follow him, so you took a deep breath and did just that. It’s for the twins, you told yourself over and over again as you rounded the corner and took in Maeve sitting upon her stone throne, two wolves sat either side, one white, one black, both of their ears shot up and their eyes widened as they took you in. A white tailed hawk sat above her right shoulder, a massive Osprey sat above her left. In one of the alcoves close to the throne stood the biggest male you had ever seen and another male with golden hair and tattoos.

“You asked for an audience?” Maeve asked, her voice sounded bored and uninterested. You bowed as low as you could before speaking, “Yes your majesty, thank you for granting my wish.” You said, your voice sounding stronger than you felt, she waved a hand for you to continue. “I have come to ask if you will allow me to buy the wolves out of their servitude? They are needed at home but of course majesty I understand they are of great importance to you so I offer all that I have, including myself, in their stead.” Maeve tilted her head in consideration. Connall was staring at his queen, but Fenrys, Fenrys was staring at you, a sadness in his eyes, a desperation telling you to take back your offer and run.

Maeve tipped her head back and laughed, she laughed like you had told the best joke she had ever heard and as quickly as she laughed, it ended. The Fae Queen leveled you with a look, “No.” You stepped forward, Connall bared his teeth and let out a warning growl that shocked you to your very core. “But, I-“ the Queen cut you off, “I said no, like you pointed out, girl, they are of great importance to me and this one,” she said, placing a hand on Fenrys’ head, “He pleases me ever so well, so no, girl, I’ll keep them both, leave.” Your mouth dropped open and Maeve sighed, “Lorcan, see our guest out.” The giant of a male stepped towards you and Fenrys whined his protest, “Hush, pup, get upstairs.” Maeve commanded and you were escorted out with a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you’d made everything worse for him.

A knock woke you from a fitful sleep. You hadn’t even made it to your bed, you had passed out drunk on the sofa and you winced as the wine bottle rolled off of you and smashed on the floor. You’d deal with that in the morning you decided as you stumbled to the door and flung it open. A fae male with long silver hair and face tattoos stood on the other side, along with the golden haired male from earlier. “So she’s sent you to kill me then?” You asked as you turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving the door open for them to follow. “Drink?” You asked, pouring yourself a whisky and sliding the bottle and two glasses over to the other side of the table where they now stood. “I won’t fight you for my life,” you told them, “There’s nothing left of it anyway.” You said gesturing around the house.

The silver haired one snorted as he took in your home, “Wow, you really aren’t doing well without him are you?” The golden haired one hissed as he elbowed his friend, “Rowan!” He scolded. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m Gavriel and this is Rowan, we aren’t here to kill you, we’re here to help, sort of.” You raised an eyebrow, “Help? With what?” You questioned, “You feel him don’t you?” Rowan asked, “We can teach you to block him out, so you don’t feel him if you’re too much of a coward to tell him he’s your mate.” You crossed your arms over your chest, “You’re an asshole.” You told Rowan, Gavriel nodded his agreement, “An asshole I might be, but I’m trying to help you, do you know what she would’ve done if she realised what you were to him, to both of them?” You shrugged, “It isn’t fair that they are chained to her like that, it’s not fair to any of you, loyalty should be earned, not taken.” Gavriel sighed, “Let us help you.”

So you learned from them, well, from Rowan mostly, over an exhausting couple of days. Gavriel kept himself busy fixing whatever needed fixing in the house and tidying up so you had somewhere presentable to live. “Oh and one more thing,” Rowan said as they turned to leave that evening. He turned, producing a letter out of his satchel and you instantly recognised the scrawl on the envelope. “Keep those shields up, Y/N.” He said before walking out the door. Gavriel smiled kindly at you, “For what it’s worth, I think he regrets it, leaving you, everyday.” You sighed, “I was so mean the last time I spoke to him, I was angry and I didn’t mean any of it.” You said quietly, “I think he knows that too,” Gavriel said, “but I’ll make sure to tell him.”

You smiled at him softly, “Why did you both come to help me?” You questioned, Gavriel glanced outside and then back to you, “Rowan’s pregnant mate was murdered & I walked away from my mate and child because of the fear of Maeve, we don’t want the same for Fenrys, we’re quite keen on the pups and somethings Y/N, somethings are worth fighting for.” With that, he took your hand, kissed your knuckles and left.

You slid down the front door, pulled your knees to your chest and ripped open the letter Rowan had given you. There was such anger in Connall’s words, at you, at his brother. But there was also sorrow and a plea for you to never step foot in Doranelle again.

You spent the following weeks wondering if you’d be betrayed, but no one ever came for you.

50 Years Ago:

Gasping quietly you dropped the dishes you were washing in the sink with a splash, the bubbles splattering up your apron. You threw open the door to Rowan and the tall male you hadn’t met yet. “What happened?!” You snapped as you took in Fenrys hanging between them. “Move!” The tall male hissed as they shoved past you, “Clear the table!” Rowan commanded, panic seized you as you swept the table with your arm. “What happened?!” You snapped again and Fenrys groaned as they placed him more gently than you’d expected on the table. “He’s been testing the leash, stupid boy.” Your eyes snapped to the tall male, “Sorry, who the hell are you?” He didn’t even look at you as he grunted, “Lorcan.” You looked back down at Fenrys, “She did this to him?” Rowan looked at Lorcan who shook his head but Rowan answered you anyway, “Connall did.” Anger flooded through you, “Connall?!” Fenrys let out a wet, labored cough, “No,” he croaked. “She commanded it,” Lorcan drawled, “But he didn’t seem to hesitate or fight it.”

You watched quietly as the two warriors worked on Fenrys. Your entire body was tense. Fenrys had passed out 30 minutes ago, a blessing you supposed, that he couldn’t feel what they were doing as they were putting him back together. A shadow outside the window caught your eye and you stalked out the door. “You’ve got some nerve.” You spat at the Black Wolf who was sitting at the tree line of your property. “How dare you turn up here?!” With a flash the Black Wolf was a Male prowling towards you. “He’s my brother, I need to know if he’s okay.” You scoffed, “You did this to him!” You exclaimed, stepping up to him. “I didn’t have a choice!” You rolled your eyes, “They said you didn’t even hesitate or try to fight the order!” You watched Connall’s eyes shoot over your shoulder and then back to you. You felt Rowan at your back. “Are you here for you or for her?” He asked, his voice tight. “For him.” Connall snapped. Rowan nodded and beckoned him to follow. You huffed and followed the two males into your home, the tang of blood in the air.

They’d moved him to your bed when they’d patched him up. You had sat next to the bed, back rigid. Your eyes watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Around 3am his eyes cracked open, finding you instantly in the darkness, “Am I dead? Is this heaven?” He rasped. You rolled your eyes, “No, you aren’t dead, they brought you here.” He nodded weakly. “Where are they?” He croaked, you handed him a glass of water, “Lorcan and Connall went back, Rowan’s flapping about outside.” You told him and he huffed a laugh then winced. “Stop it.” You scolded him.

You’d brought him some food and stuck your head out the door to let Rowan know he was awake before returning to Fenrys. “How are you feeling?” You asked, “Why are you doing this? Helping?” He asked at the same time. “Because it’s you and I’m an idiot.” You muttered quietly. “It was stupid of you to come to Doranelle.” He said, “I’m not sorry.” You snapped. “Your brother nearly killed you today, he didn’t think twice about it, he just obeyed.” Your voice cracked and tears welled up in your eyes. Fenrys sighed, “It’s the blood oath, he didn’t have a choice.” You gave him a scathing look, “Get some rest.” You said, voice sharp and you turned to leave. “Hey?” You turned to face him, he held his hand out towards you, “Come here?” He asked, patting the space next to him. The bond was screaming at you to do so, to join him, to not leave him injured and alone in your room so you caved and crawled in next to him. “You know I love you right?” He asked into the darkness of the room. “Yeah, I know.” You answer, heart cracking because you knew he didn’t mean it how your entire soul craved him to mean it.

Now:

“What are you doing here?!” You span at the sound of his voice. “Fighting? We got the call.” You gestured at the battlefield that surrounded you. “You can’t be here!” He snarled, “Well I am! You snarled back. “Pup! We’ve got to go, you can fight with your girlfriend later!” Rowan shouted as he landed next to you, “Hi, Y/N.” You smiled at him, “Aedion is injured, get up to the battlements and see where you can help.” Rowan told you, you nodded at him and took off, Fenrys shouting after you.

You clung onto Aedion, tears in your eyes as Gavriel stepped through the gate. You’d grown to love Gavriel, he’d visited you every time he traveled past your home over the years, always stopping in for a cup of tea, you had your suspicions that he was reporting back to Fenrys but he’d become your friend either way. “Let him go, Aedion.” He fought against you, “He’s doing this for you, the only thing he feels he can do for you.” So the two of you watched as the Lion of Doranelle stood his ground as the gate shut him out.

It was over. It was won. You’d watched from the battlements as Fenrys delivered the killing blow to the tyrant Queen. Had watched them morn Gavriel from the outside while you quietly mourned the Wolf that was no longer with you. Aelin had approached you in the garden one evening, as you sat amongst the flowers, watching the sun disappear, talking to Connall as if he could hear you. “You’re staying.” A fact, a demand from your Queen, not a question. You looked up at her and she smiled, “Rowan’s not so good with the secrets.” You laughed as he huffed behind his wife. “He’ll need you.” You gave her a kind smile, “I doubt that, but if it’s what you wish for, your majesty, I will stay.” She gave you a look that said she knew she was right and turned to leave, “Actually, with your permission, there’s something I’d like to do.” Tears welled in Aelin’s eyes as you told her what you wanted, Rowan approached and smiled and put a hand on your shoulder, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” He said, Aelin nodded her agreement.

Fenrys found you a week later. “What are you doing out here?” He asked, approaching you in the Royal Graveyard of Terrasen. You were knelt in the dirt, hands covered in it. Flowers surround you, Zinnias for remembrance and goodness, Yellow Carnations for friendship and gratitude, Violets for faithfulness and devotion, Anemones for protection and sacrifice and Daffodils for rebirth and hope. “He mentioned you had become friends over the years…” he trailed off, realising that it wasn’t Gavriel’s grave you were kneeling in front of. You looked at him over your shoulder, and then moved aside to reveal a gravestone, that simply read:

Connall Moonbeam

Brother

Friend

Beloved

Black Wolf of Doranelle

A raw, broken sound left Fenrys as he crashed to his knees at the sight of his brother's grave and you were there, next to him, holding him. “I thought it would be nice if we had somewhere we could talk to him.” You told him quietly as he sobbed into his hands. “He visits me in my dreams, the first time was the night he died. He came to me and told me what had happened. That you needed me. I set off the next day to find Aelin, to help however I could.” Fenrys fell into you, sobbing into your neck. “He kept me safe, when I slept rough, he’d tell me to wake up, to move.” You kept talking as Fenrys calmed slowly, “He had things left to say to me, we both cried as he told me he’d loved me once but he knew, had always known I’d belonged to his brother, that I had to find you, that you’d need me, that after everything, he’d get me to you safely, the last thing he could do for you.” You ran a calming hand down his back, “He had a message for you, he said he loves you, more than anything, he forgives you for everything and he’s sorry for his part, he said that it was meant for you, the dagger, but it was too far and he couldn’t allow it.” Tears were running down your face by the time you finished speaking. “If I could change it, if I could take his place so he could be here with you, I would, in a heartbeat, Fen.”

Fenrys remained quiet for a long time after you had told him everything. He clutched your hand like it was his tether to the earth. Finally he looked up at you, his onyx eyes meeting yours and you saw the exact moment he felt it too, the bond. You watched it wash over him, watched him figure out what it was he was feeling. “You…you’re…” you nodded at him, “Yes, I am.” He blinked, “How long have you known?” He croaked and you let out a humorless laugh, “A long time, Fen.” “How long?” He repeated, “Since before you swore the blood oath.” You admitted, “You’ve known for over 100 years that we’re mates and you never said anything?!” You opened your mouth to reply just as Rowan and Aelin approached, “We’ve all known Boyo, it was fairly obvious.” Aelin elbowed her husband. “You’ve done a wonderful job on Connall’s grave, Y/N.” She said, “I’m sorry I never got to know him.” She said to Fenrys, wrapping him in her arms. “He’d have loved you.” Fenrys mumbled and you and Rowan laughed your agreement.

Over the following weeks Fenrys started coming around more and more. Getting to know you again he’d said. You’d cried as Aedion swore his oath, took his birthright and Fenrys had laughed at you, wiped your tears and held your hand for the rest of the ceremony. “Dance with me?” He asked as the Coronation Ball went on and on. You smiled up at him and took his had, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor and into the first dance. Your body fit against his in the best of ways and from what you felt, he knew it too. It was on your third dance that he seemed to throw caution to the wind and his hand left your waist to cup your face as he brought his lips down to yours. It was like the world had gone silent. He pulled you impossibly closer to him as his kisses descended down your neck. “Let’s get out of here.” He spoke against your neck, “Please?” You begged him. He smirked at you as he pulled you towards the doors.

The two of you only made it a few corridors at a time before you were swept up in kisses and touches again. By the time you were halfway to his room, you realised, he was carrying you, your legs wrapped around his waist, dress up around your hips, his hands on your ass, groaning at the feel of it, of the feel of your teeth against his neck. “Fuck it.” He growled three corridors away from his room as he pinned you against the wall with his hips and pulling the top of your dress down. He groaned as he took in the sight before him and ground his hips into yours causing you to moan. He lowered his head, kisses starting at your neck, trailing down to your chest where he worshiped each breast and nipple, the sensations causing you to writhe against him.

“Can you be quiet for me?” He asked, pulling away from your chest. You nodded eagerly as he sank to his knees, anticipation tightening in your stomach as he threw your legs over his shoulders, his head disappearing under the skirts of your dress. Kisses began traveling up your legs, “No underwear?” He mumbled more to himself than to you as his mouth neared to where you wanted it the most. His tongue licked a broad stripe and you jerked at the sensation, letting out a loud moan. “What did I say about being quiet?” He teased as he head appeared from under your skirts before going right back to where it was before. Your fingers scrambled for something to grab onto and settled for the of your dress that was covering his head as he sucked on your clit, waves of pleasure zinging up and down your spine.

“Please, please, please” you were begging as that familiar coil started to tighten in your stomach. “Please what?” He asked against your clit, the words vibrating beautifully. “Tell me what you want love?” He asked, nipping at your thigh. “Make me cum, Fen, please I’m so close.” You whimpered as he started his minstrations again. Two calloused fingers pushed into you and you threw your head back into the wall, his lips still sucking at you. “Plea-“ your begging was cut off as his fingers curled and hit that perfect spot and the coil in your stomach snapped and you and the world fell apart as your orgasam ripped through you. He kept going, drawing it out as long as he could.

His smirk was feline when he emerged from your dress and set your shaking legs back on the ground. You threw yourself at him so hard he stumbled back into the opposite wall as he caught you. You began attacking his neck with kisses, teeth scraping along his throat as you pulled his shirt out of his trousers and tried to undo the buttons. “Take me to bed. Now.” You breathed against his ear and he froze. Completely froze. His arms dropped away from you and his whole body was ridgid. You pulled away from him, realising quickly what had happened and your heart threatened to disintegrate at that haunted look in his eyes.

“Fenrys?” It was like he couldn’t hear you. Whatever memory of Maeve he was reliving had trapped him and you weren’t sure how to get to him. You had just began to panic when Chaol and Yerene walked down the hallway, “Get Aelin, now!” You snapped at Chaol as Yerene stepped towards him. “Don’t!” She stopped dead and looked at you. “I don’t know what he’s reliving and how he’ll be when he comes out of it, you’re with child.” You said more gently and she nodded in understanding, “Go with Chaol, bring Rowan too!” She nodded as she ran to catch up with her husband. “Fen, please, come back to me.”

Footsteps rushed down the hallway and then Aelin was there, Rowan next to her. Lorcan behind him. Chaol and Yerene behind him. You knew you didn’t fit this picture, this group. So you watched, back against the wall Fenrys had just had you against as the Queen of Terrasen pulled your mate back after you had failed to do so. His eyes cleared and darted around the hallway, he smiled down at Aelin and Rowan clapped him on the shoulder. Lorcan, Chaol and Yerene departed back to the ball as the Queen and King spoke with their Emissary, their friend & you turned and fled. You had done that to him, you were no better than Maeve.

“I don’t know how to do this.” You sobbed, “I don’t know how to be what he needs.” The gravestone didn’t answer. “I wish you were here, Con.” You told him, “It’s not right without you and I keep messing everything up.” You let out some more sobs as Fenrys’ haunted face flashed through your memories again. Twigs breaking behind Connall’s grave had your head shooting up & there he was, your White Wolf. “I’m sorry, Fen, so unbelievably sorry.” You told him as he prowled over to you.

He approached, studying you and your tears, then licked a great stripe right up the side of your face, which caused you to snort in disgust and then laugh. Fenrys huffed out a sound that you assumed was as close to a laugh as he could do as a wolf and then he curled himself around your back, and a contented rumble left his chest as you leant back on him. “I’m sorry I put you back there, I’ll be more careful with my words next time.” You said quietly. He huffed again, nuzzling his face into your side, a feeling of warmth, thanks and understanding filled your chest and you knew it was him. “Can we stay out here with Connall tonight?” You asked, he nodded and put his head down on a massive paw, leaving the other for you as you curled up into his fur. “I love you, Fen.” You mumbled sleepily, “I have for most of my life.” You felt the moment he shifted, arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his chest, “I love you too.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

Connall Moonbeam smiled down at the sight of his twin brother and his best friend, curled up together by a grave that he was not in. It didn’t matter, they had honored him with it anyway. They continued to honor and remember him for the rest of their lives, especially on the day their son was born and they gave him the name Connall Gavriel Moonbeam. Gavriel clapped a hand on his shoulder as he walked away from him, into the arms of the mate he’d been missing for so long. Connall smiled down at his brother and his family one last time and followed Gavriel and his mate into the light, there would be no more dream visits, he had nothing more to offer his friend, besides, he’d see them both again some day.

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Fenrys x Reader

You watched Rowan leap in between Aelin and Skull’s Bay, her eyes went wide. A heartbeat later she swung her arm away from him. Instincts bleating, you reacted, screaming for your men to MOVE. You lunged for the crew you had stationed near the young queen. The blast sounded, the shouting and splitting wood barely registered as you grabbed the nearest pirate and yanked him past you. The force of the eruption launched your body into the air.

You felt the searing pain in your leg before you hit the water. Your body tumbled in the chaos as you flung your arms around, trying to gain your bearings. You clenched your fists, the water around you steadied, allowing you to claw your way up to the surface. Fighting to get air in your lungs as you took in the destruction around you. Three Valg ships remained, and the Sea Dragon was reduced to rubble, floating on the waves. A breath of relief rushed out when you noticed most of your men survived, Rolfe hauling them onto Lysandra’s scaled back on the far side of the ruined ship.

A head of silver hair flashed in the corner of your eye. Rowan was cutting through the water, aiming for a reef not too far off. Remembering the sea wyverns, you swam for it too. Clamping your teeth on your lip as you paddled for the reef, the pain in your leg bellowed, slowing you down. The magic escaped your grasp as you tried to get the water to push you forward. Have you really run out already? It seemed too soon to be depleted, but this damn magic stuff was hard. You had to learn how to control it, clearly teaching yourself hasn’t worked.

Strong, calloused hands gripped your shoulder. “Grab on to me,” Gavriel, the lion shifter, on your left.

“I know how to swim, go help someone who needs it.” You ordered.

“You need it. You aren’t moving fast enough with that leg,” He pulled your arm around his shoulders, “Hold on.”

Pride stinging, you obeyed and held on to him as he swam toward his friend.

Rowan kept scanning the sea, even as he crouched to help pull you up onto the reef. Gavriel followed less than a moment later. You bit back a scream as you put weight on your leg. The sound broke free when you looked down to see a splinter of wood the size of your foot sticking out of your thigh. Rowan snapped his arms out to steady you as you teetered, his eyes never leaving the bay.

“I have to pull it out to heal it.” Gavriel’s calming but urgent tone drew your eyes away from the injury and to his tawny ones. You nodded.

Rowan muttered a thank you to the gods as he spotted Fenrys and Aelin making their way towards the reef, but still a ways out.

“Rowan,” He turned to the golden haired man at the firm tone. They stared at each other. Rowan’s chin dipped once, confirming something from their silent conversation. He wrapped one arm around your middle a heartbeat before Gavriel yanked the splinter out. The leg holding all your weight buckled, the prince behind you keeping you upright. The warrior in front of you gripped your thigh with his glowing hands, your blood coating them as he began to quickly heal your wound.

Adrenaline sparkled in your veins from the chaos. Aelin and Fenrys were swimming closer. The latter had been his magic to leap further, but they still weren’t close enough. Shifting your weight to your good leg, you tapped Rowan’s tattooed arm twice and told him to go. He dove into the water without hesitation and began swimming towards the female.

You squatted down to offer a hand and haul Aelin up. Gavriel’s grip on your thigh kept you from toppling over, though the pain surging in your thigh had black spots dancing in your vision. Rowan and Fenrys hauled themselves up, the prince immediately scanning Aelin for any injury. She waved him off with a hand.

Fenrys bent over, panting with his hands on his knees, and said to no one in particular, “I’m out.” Rowan gave him a single sharp nod.

“I’ll need to work on it again later, but you’re good for now,” Gavriel said as he rinsed his hands in the sea. You nodded your thanks and tested your weight on it. Still tender, you’d likely have a limp for a while, but not at risk of bleeding out. You’d take it.

Fenrys slowly straightened, his hands moving to support his lower back as he took a deep breath, “Don’t you have water magic? Shouldn’t you be able to heal yourself with the water and healing magic tendencies?”

“Pirates aren’t exactly flush with magic tutors. Self taught, and shit’s harder than it looks. For lack of a better term, water magic is slippery, I can’t get a good enough grip on it to control it like that.”

The male smirked and opened his mouth to reply but a loud crash and roar had everyone’s attention snapping to it. Lysandra was facing off against two sea wyverns.

After the shifter killed the two beasts, a collective stomach drop could almost be heard as three full grown sea wyverns came to avenge their young. Lysandra, Dorian and Aedion defeated them in the most incredible battle you had ever witnessed. Fenrys had to steady you with a hand on your elbow as the battle raged - your adrenaline ebbing, the pain in your leg became more prevalent. As soon as Lysandra headed towards the shore, your group on the reef dove for the beach. Aedion was already with Lysandra when you all arrived. Fenrys and Gavriel halted by the tree line while Aelin surged forward, the silver prince on her heels. You stopped somewhere in the middle, giving them space.

“What happened?” Aedion asked, eyes trained on his cousin, “What the hell happened out there?”

“I’d also like to know what the hell that was!” You echoed, limping closer.

“Now is not the time.” Rowan snapped, looking at both you and the general, his green eyes lingering on Aedion.

Your temper surged, “No? When would be the proper time for me to be angry about the lives of my men? Give me a timeframe, you godsdamn bastard!” The terror of the battle wearing off, giving way to your fury at what happened on that ship. Attempting to stomp through the sand to Aelin, your limp hindering the threat you tried to present.

Fenrys cut off your path with little effort and growled in warning, your blood reaching a boiling point at the sound.

Through your gritted teeth, you snarled right back, “Keep growling, dog, and your pelt will be the new rug in my cabin.”

“Enough.” Gavriel commanded, the growling ceased but your eyes stayed locked on the onyx ones. The shimmering you saw in them was enough to reignite the rage you were trying to stuff down.

You lunged at him, hands raised to wrap around his throat, but faltered when you had to balance on your bad leg. His hands that flung out to grip your wrists doing as much to hold you up as they did to keep your hands off his neck.

Wrenching them back, you turned back towards the scene on the beach.

“I’ll stay,” Aedion said. “You deal with Rolfe.”

Aelin and Rowan headed off to do as much, Aedion remained by the shifter’s side. You heard Gavriel offer to grab supplies and stay with them. Having no desire to hang around the awkward family reunion, you hobbled back to town.

Fenrys followed a few steps behind you, though he could have easily made it back to his lodgings without your pace slowing him down.

“I’m perfectly capable of walking back to town by myself,” You gritted, keeping your focus ahead of you.

“Oh I’m sure, but Gavriel will never let me hear the end of it if I left you to stumble home alone.”

“Leash a little tight, pup?”

He chuckled, “Another dog joke? I gave you too much credit, thinking you were far more clever than you clearly are.”

“Think of me often, do you?”

“Darling, I only think of you often enough to picture besting you when sparring, I delight in your anger.” The male now walking by your side.

“If you wanted to challenge me so badly, you could have just asked. I’d love the chance to filet you.” Your smile edged with distaste. “I’ll meet you at dawn in the courtyard.” You batted your lashes.

“Not unless you’re fully healed. It will be too easy with the injury, I want it to last longer than a minute.”

You chuckled, “Don’t have much experience holding out?”

Fenrys started just a fraction, blinking before a smirk grew on his face. “No complaints in my immortal, indulgent life.”

You rolled your eyes, sidestepping the glint in his eyes at the turn in conversation. “I’d argue that this injury would put us on equal footing.”

“You do realize I’m a fae warrior with over a hundred years of battle experience, right?” His golden brows rose.

You glanced sidelong at him, one brow cocked, “And I’m just a stupid little half-breed with less than ten years of training from pirates, right?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Fenrys blurted, halting and facing you.

You shrugged, “It’s ok, it’s more fun when you underestimate me anyway. Makes the victory even more…” You trailed off, turning your head to him. You cocked your head, akin to a predator assessing prey. Your purposefully half lidded eyes met his before sliding down to his lips. A subtle, almost subconscious darting of your tongue to the corner of your lips, delicately swiping just a little over your top lip. Driving it home with a hitch in your breath, gazing into his eyes again, you breathed, “Delicious.”

Fenrys stood impossibly still, but the smallest catch in his breath and the change in his scent gave it away.

You laughed and faced forward again, “Too easy.” You silently swore as your thigh burned, slowing your exit.

“Alright, I’ll concede that one. Looking forward to paying it back, honey,” He drawled, three strides putting him back on pace with you again.

“You’re gonna have to work a lot harder to gain my interest, mutt.”

Fenrys grinned. “Interest? No, I meant the upperhand.” You rolled your eyes.

A block and a half, a few more snide remarks and you stood in front of your meager lodgings. Barely more than a bedroom, bathing room and kitchen, but it served its purpose when you were in between sailings. If he had any thoughts on the building, Fenrys thankfully didn’t share them.

“Ok, you saw me home. Shoo,” You waved a hand at him.

He looked up at the second level window. “Can you manage the stairs?”

Eyes closed, you sighed, “I’ve done far more with far worse. Now leave.”

Fenrys shrugged, and walked away. He half turned his head, still walking, “Ocean Rose courtyard, an hour before dawn. Gavriel can fix up your leg before we start swinging.” You grunted and headed into the building. Prick.

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helionmylove · 2 years

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Our Future

Fenrys Moonbeam x Reader

Word Count: 2209

Not beta read, we die fae

WARNINGS: Sm*t, br**ding k!nk, fluffy ending, bad writing lol

Summary: my first attempt at writing sm*t, only half of it is sm*t, Fenrys thinks about the future and you two decide it’s time to grow your family.

Fenrys Moonbeam was many things: a fearsome fae warrior, the white wolf of Doranelle, ambassador to Terrasen. But most recently his favorite title is loving mate. Your loving and devoted mate.

Moments like this had quickly become his favorite; you curled up beside him laughing at his dramatic retellings of his day, your warm fingertips dancing up his sculpted chest. He loved hearing your heartbeat, your voice, your breathing. Those onyx eyes watch you intently. Everything about you has captured his heart and his soul. Right now he has everything he could ever want. Well almost everything.

A thought kept creeping into his mind. A thought of you and him raising a child together. He could picture you with a hand on your belly, round with his child, as he teaches your eldest child how to properly hold a knife, while your soon-to-be-middle child bounced on his knee. He wanted a big family. He knew it was rare for fae, and hated how dangerous it was, but he couldn’t help but want it.

“Where’s your mind at?” You pinched his side to get his attention. “Are you even listening to anything I’ve said?”

“I’m sorry, my love.” He kisses your pout. “Just thinking about the future.”

“Our future?” You propped yourself up on your elbow. “What does it entail?”

“Have you ever thought about children?” His golden brown fingers twirling around your hair.

“I have. Have you?”

“I have.” He hummed his response, his thumb trailing over your lower lip.

“And where do you stand on the topic?” You place a gentle kiss to the pad of his thumb.

“It’s something I want. Not immediately, of course.”

“Oh of course.”

“What is with the sarcasm, sweet girl?” He pouts.

“You say it with such certainty, I just think it’s funny.”

“Well I wouldn’t want to rush anything if you are content with how we are now.”

“Fenrys, I am content.” You gently brush his hair from his face. “But, I’m also ready to take this next step.”

Something sparked in Fenrys’ chest. An amused growl fell from his lips and he took hold of your hips, pinning you beneath him. “Shall we get started then?”

“Gladly,” you lean up, catching his lips in yours.

Fenrys kisses the way he lives: wildly and passionately. You swore you could get drunk on kissing him, the softness of his lips combined with his scent flooding your senses was entirely intoxicating. Your hands travel up his shirtless back to tangle in his long golden hair. He releases a satisfied groan, his own large hands creeping up your sides.

He pushes a powerful thigh between your own, pressing it right against the apex of your thighs. A soft whimper slips from your mouth into his. Fenrys grinds his thigh into that oh so sensitive spot, swallowing the moans that flow from your lips as he teases you.

“Fenrys,” you whine, grinding your hips against his leg. “Please.”

“What do you want, sweet girl? Hm?” You can tell by how tight his voice is he’s having difficulty restraining himself. “Tell me what you want and I’ll happily give it to you.”

“You. Your cock. Please Fenrys I need it.”

“Good girl,” he growls, making quick work of your nightgown.

Fenrys felt feral. Within seconds his lips were on your collarbone, nipping and sucking dark bruises. One hand snakes down your body, gently settling between your legs, teasing your covered clit. His lips travel between your breasts as you grip his hair with one hand and the sheets with the other. Your hips buck and you can feel him smirking against your skin.

“Relax, Darling. Let me take care of you.” His skillful fingers pushed your panties aside, the calloused tip of his finger rubbing gentle circles on your most sensitive area. “Gotta get you ready for me.”

Your moans were like music to his ears, and he was determined to make it louder. Nothing spurs him on quite like the way you beg for him. Slowly he moved his finger away from your clit, pushing it into your tight pussy. He bit his lip at the feeling of your soft, wet walls clenching around his finger.

“Always so tight, my darling.” He added another finger, relishing in the way your hand tightened in his hair. His lips trailed back up your chest, dancing over your neck, settling against your jaw just below your ear. He continued his two-fingered assault on your cunt. “Such a good girl for me, always so wet.”

“Fenrys, please.” You whine loudly, legs clenching around his hand. “Need more.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” His fingers slipped from your hole. The way he chuckled when you whined at the loss made you want to slap him.

But the way he slid down your body and rested your thighs on his shoulders made up for it.

Only to be ruined again by him ripping your panties.

“Fenrys Moonbeam-” You started, cut off by a bruising grip on your hips.

“Y/N Moonbeam,” he teased. “I will buy you all the pretty little underthings you want, but there is really no need for you to wear them. They only slow me down.”

Before you could object his tongue was lapping at the wetness between your folds. Your back arched off the bed as he feasted like a male starved. His nose nudged at your clit as he curled his tongue. Your fingers gripped his hair harshly, as he moved on to suck on your clit. Fenrys growled in satisfaction as your legs tightened around his head. He slipped his fingers back into you, thrusting them quickly as he continued sucking. Back arching, legs shaking, you were so damn close. You just needed a little more. And he knew, this bastard knew but he was having so much fun watching you whimper and squirm.

“Fenrys, please.” You were on the verge of tears now as he dragged a fang along your clit. “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.”

He moved his fingers to massage that spot inside you that made you see stars. Finally, your release hit you. He continued sucking your sensitive little nub even as you tried to pull away, forcing you to ride out your orgasm, only stopping once your breathing evened out.

Fenrys gripped your hips harshly before flipping you onto your stomach. His touch turned gentle as he ran his hand over your ass, soon followed by a harsh smack. Always wickedly playful. Gentle kisses trailed up your spine, spreading your legs with his own. He grabbed a pillow, lifting your hips and sliding it beneath you. He leaned back on his knees, taking in the sight before him. You waited, listening to how ragged his breathing had become.

Without warning, that bruising grip was back on your hips, pulling you to him. He removed a hand, using it to guide himself into you. A single powerful thrust and he was sheathed inside you. You both moaned together, savoring the moment. He thought he might finish right then and there from the way you were squeezing his cock. You thought you might faint from the sheer size of him - it never failed to catch you off guard. You rock your hips back into his, signaling him to start.

Using his grip on your hips for leverage, he began pounding into you. He slowly lost his composure with every thrust. Each movement was rougher than the last. Fenrys kissed up your spine again before burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath on your neck, his groans in your ear, his weight pushing you into the bed, his cock buried deep inside you; he took over every single one of your senses. Each powerful thrust had you seeing stars.

“You take me so well,” He ground out, his pace picking up. “That’s my good girl. Always so good for me.”

“Like being good for you,” you moaned. “Feel so good, so full.”

“You’re gonna be all full, baby girl. Gonna fuck you full of my cum.”

He shifted your hips for a deeper angle. Your scream of pleasure spurred him on. His fangs pierced your neck, tying you to him. His fingers slipped to your clit, toying with that little bundle of nerves. Your second orgasm of the night overtook you and that was all he needed, his own release crashing into him. His thrusts grew sloppy as you both rode out your orgasm.

He stilled for a moment, breathing heavily in your ear.

“Fen?” You whisper through your pants.

He moved his hips slowly. “Not done, not yet. Not stopping until you're knocked up.”

“Fen,” You let out a breathy laugh. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” He growls, rolling his hips. “Say the word and I stop. Otherwise, we’re going all night.”

You didn’t object.

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Two and a half months had passed. You and Fenrys had been invited to dinner with Aelin, Rowan, Elide, Lorcan, Aedion, and Lysandra. It was something Aelin wanted to start doing more often, calling it a “family dinner”. To her dismay, Elide and Lorcan were tied up in Perranth, and Aedion and Lysandra were just finishing up an argument and weren’t inclined to leave their home. Meaning it would just be you and Fenrys joining them tonight. Fenrys, of course, wasn’t thrilled as it got in the way of his nightly routine of fucking you into the mattress.

You did the last button on his jacket, dodging his lips as he leaned in to kiss you.

“We are not going to be late just because you’re sex obsessed.”

“I cannot believe my dear mate is so cruel.” He threw his head back in exasperation.

“Fenrys, need I remind you we went five rounds last night?” You teased, straightening his collar.

“So, we should beat that by going ten tonight.” His hands held your hips as he turned you to face the mirror, bending to rest his chin on your shoulder. “Would be fun.”

“I’m sure it would be, but I want to see our friends. You and your cock aren’t getting in the way of that.”

“You wound me.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him from the room. He followed quickly, draping his arm around your shoulders.

“You should have worn your other cloak, you’re going to freeze.” He scolded as you stepped into the bitter cold outside your small warm home, rubbing your shoulder to make you warmer.

“It’s a short walk, are you going to fuss the whole way?” You laughed, cuddling into his side as you walked.

And sure enough, he did. First it was your cloak, then it was your boots, then your nose was getting red. You didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he kept worrying over you even as you entered the dining room where Aelin and Rowan were waiting.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Rowan swore the second you two walked in. Aelin only laughed.

“Well, hello to you too, Brother.” Fenrys took your cloak and pulled out a chair for you. “What’s crawled up your ass?”

“Something to tell us?” Aelin asked, sharing a knowing look with her mate.

“No?” Fenrys’ face contorted adorably in confusion.

“Do you not know?” Rowan’s shit-eating grin told you everything you needed to know.

“No, he doesn’t. He hasn’t given me a chance to tell him yet.” You hummed, taking Fenrys’ hand in your own to play with his fingers.

Fenrys turned to you so fast you thought he'd get whiplash, “what are you not telling me?”

“You really don’t smell it, Pup?” Rowan was really enjoying this.

You could see the puzzle pieces clicking together in Fenrys’ mind. He gripped your hand tighter, eyes darting from your face to your belly as if he was expecting something to be there.

“Are you…?” Your responding nod was all he needed.

Fenrys started tearing up. He shot from his chair, kneeling before you and smiling up at you. You leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before whispering, “you’re going to be a father.”

The sweet moment was interrupted by Aelin’s teasing, “You two better make us the godparents.”

Fenrys wiped his eyes and retook his seat, grinning like a mad man. He pulled your chair closer to his, draping an arm around the back of it.

“You’re going to become unbearable aren’t you?” You poked him in the ribs.

“Darling, is that even a question? Aelin, do you think Yrene will be available?”

“It’s a bit soon for that, my love.”

“Nonsense.”

“I hate to say it, Fenrys is right.” Rowan commented, watching intently as Fenrys shoveled food on your plate. “She needs more protein.”

Fenrys nodded, adding more fish and lentils to your plate.

“Oh don’t you start,” you scolded Rowan.

“Fae pregnancies are dangerous.” He shot back.

“You have your own mate to worry about,” you gestured to Aelin who shook her head.

“Leave me out of this. I’m not the pregnant one and I’m glad these two are focusing on someone else.” The queen teased as she picked at the food on her plate. You two shared a look, overprotective fae bastards.

It was going to be a long pregnancy, that’s for sure.

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autumnshighlady · 2 years

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Losing your virginity to Fenrys

Fenrys x reader headcanons

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (f receiving), loss of virginity, fingering

request: What about losing your virginity to either Fenrys or Gavriel? I feel like Gavriel would be great cause he is older but Fenrys I feel would be soo sweet.

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

for 🌻 anon <3

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Fenrys would love that you chose him to be your first

while he doesn’t care if you’ve been intimate with anyone before or not, he cannot help but be filled with the male pride of being the first one to touch you

unlike Gavriel who would likely it very seriously, Fenrys would make it more lighthearted and fun – not in the sense that it isn’t a big deal, but rather he wants you to feel as comfortable as possible

rather than taking complete control, Fenrys would be more the type to show you what to do and figure out what you like – sitting you on his lap, letting your grind yourself down on him and gently guiding your hips

he’d have you ride his thigh, letting you set the pace while he kisses your neck and chest

Fenrys would kiss you for literal hours before even doing anything or taking off any clothes, letting you relax any nerves you may have

he’d take off his shirt and pants before yours – that way you don’t have to worry about being the only one with missing clothing

he’d kiss every inch of skin revealed as he peels off your clothes

also gently nipping

pet names include baby, angel, honey, kitten, princess

the foreplay would take ages, almost to the point of begging him to just do something already

but he’d start slow, trying not to show that he’s worried about hurting you

the first thing you do, after kissing every other inch of your body of course, would be to taste you – he’d lick that skilled tongue straight up your slit with no warning, causing you to cry out

he’s been dreaming about tasting you ever since he laid eyes on you, so Fenrys is bound to take his sweet time down there

Fenrys would encourage you to tangle your hands in his hair and not be afraid to yank it around – “you’re not going to hurt me, baby, I swear”

only after eating you out for ages and bringing you to your first orgasm with his mouth alone, then he would insert a finger. Just one at first, to ease you into it

he strokes your hair with his free hand, murmuring praise into you ear as he slides in a second finger

he knows the stretch burns a bit, so he kisses your neck to distract you from any pain

“you’re doing so well, baby. Taking my fingers like such a good girl”

he’ll bring you over the edge with his fingers, rubbing your clit with his thumb – Fenrys would savour the way your face looked while you rode out your orgasm, filled with pride knowing he is the first male to make you feel this way

your legs shaking, Fenrys would kiss the inside of your thighs as you rode out your high

it would take everything in Fenrys to refrain from plunging into your cunt and fucking the daylights out of you like his fae instincts roared at him to, but tonight was about you

he would make sure you were soaking wet before lining up with your entrance

“I want to hear you say it. Say you’re mine”

only when you say those words would he slowly push inside of you

as torturous as it was, he would go so so slow, knowing how the discomfort was a new feeling for you

he would kiss all over you – face, ears, neck, everywhere to distract you from any pain until you adjust to his size

inch by inch, Fenrys would slide himself in and out of you being as gentle as possible

after a few minutes you begin to adjust to him, a wiggle of your hips and a breathy “more please” would snap something in Fenrys

finally, the male would pick up his pace and begin fucking you, angling his hips in the way he knew would make your eyes roll back in your head

one hand on your hips, the other placed beside your head, Fenrys would cover your body with his, relishing in how small you seem under his frame

his golden hair would tickle your chest like rays of sunshine as your lover brought you pleasure that you had never known before

Fenrys would fuck you in missionary for your first time, no exceptions. He wants to see your every reaction, figure out what made you see stars

he can’t wait for you to become more comfortable with sexual intimacy over time, then he can introduce you to all of the things he loves….. roughly fucking you like an animal and leave bruises everywhere on your body

but for now, Fenrys is more than happy to bring you this soothing bliss that no other male has had the honour of doing ;)

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anyoneseenadam · 2 years

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can you let your baby be my girl?

pairing: Fenrys Moonbeam x Rowaelin!reader (Throne of Glass)

summary: You didn’t get to meet your parents best friend until you were old enough to be surrounded by discussions of war and politics. But their plan on making you wait until you were off age may have backfired as you meet the handsome, older white wolf.

warnings: Age gap (reader is of age), smut, dom/sub dynamics, fighting, swearing, size kink, breeding kink (not quite sure how that happened), cute fluffyness at the end

wc: roughly 4K

a/n: damn I’ve had a long writing break, my bad. not sure why this has such a big bredding kink as i don’t really want kids, but also little Fenrys pups makes me happy so, lemme knonw what you think <33333333

request :)

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You had only met Fenrys officially a few weeks after your eighteenth birthday. You had heard stories of the glamorous white wolf all through your childhood and had occasionally snuck glances through half closed doorways with your siblings when you were supposed to be in bed. But he was rarely in your house for long and your overly protective father was determined to keep you all away from any business surround politics or war until you were at least eighteen.

You hadn’t expected it when you first met him, no warning from your parents when he arrived one night, bloodied up and leaning heavily on your doorframe – eyes half closed.

You panicked, standing in your nightgown as you ushered the handsome man in and into a kitchen seat, he watched silently as you rushed around on bare feet gathering warmed water and wash cloths to clean him up with. Thankfully, none of his cuts were major so you simply bandaged them in silence, barely looking up from your job until when you finished tying of the last one and moved to step away he stopped you with a gentle hand on your arm.

“What’s your name pretty?” he asked, voice deep and low as he watched your eyes widen – shyness clouding your features as you mumbled it softly under your breath.

“(Y/n).” he rolled your name around his mouth, eyes trailing up and down you slowly as your cheeks burned at how little you were wearing in front of a complete stranger, your nipples catching his attention for a split second. They had hardened in the cold room, and he fought to push a breath out, forcing his eyes to meet yours again. “Well, thank you (y/n).”

After his words you scurried off to your bedroom an aching between your legs as you hid under your covers. You couldn’t help yourself but grind against your pillow that night, face hidden in shame as you thought of his handsome face and how his eyes had lingered on your thinly veiled body.

The next time you saw him you kept more of your dignity, fully dressed in a pale pink gown as you attended the first ball you were allowed to go to – no longer hiding behind the door and watching as the beautiful adults roamed around the room. Though you might as well off, as you felt incredibly out of place – your elder siblings talking to people with familiarity as you stumbled through small talk and clung to the few people you knew well.

You met Fenrys gaze from across the room and instantly felt a white-hot rush of shame fill you as his gaze once again trailed, suddenly feeling silly in your pink dress. But he excuse himself from his conversation anyway and moved to talk to you, unable to bear the sight of such a pretty girl standing afraid and alone.

“So I’m going to take a chance and guess your favourite colour is pink, given we’ve met twice now and it’s all I’ve seen you in.” you laughed at his comment, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I guess you’ve got me,” you retorted, and he gasped, a hand on his chest.

“She speaks!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands, “I was worried I’d scared you off when our first introduction was you keeping me from bleeding out.”

“Oh,” you waved your hand dismissively, “I didn’t do much you were fine.”

“No way darling, you saved my life. I’ll have to find a way to pay you back some day.” He winked and you felt your toes curl in your shoes as you stared up at him with a shy smile. Unbeknownst to you however, your eldest sister has sidled up next to you and as she saw your shy disposition she leapt at the chance.

“You need to pay her back?” she asked, and you whipped your head to face her – your eyes widening at her mischievous facial expression. “We’ve been trying to find her a suitable trainer because she gets too embarrassed around anyone whose tried.”

Fenrys eyes lit up, “Is that so?”

“And you’re one of the best warriors in the world, or so mum tells us,” She egged him on, and he winked at you again.

“Well we all know that’s true, you okay with this sweetheart?” You squeaked out a yes and he grinned wolfishly, “Perfect, meet at eight tomorrow then?”

“Eight am?” you pouted, and he laughed, a large hand moving to squeeze your chin.

“It’s a good habit to get into,” he said as he walked away, leaving you hot in the face and core as you watched him retreat.

You had been training together for a month and a half and you were slowly losing your mind. He had begun staying more permanently at your family home, and you were suddenly eating breakfast together and walking to buy a loaf of bread or bouquet of flowers with him when he errands to run and wanted company.

In Fenrys mind he couldn’t be any clearer in his advances. He was careful around your parents of course, not sure how his close friends would feel about the attraction he harboured for their young daughter. But when he placed his hand on your lower back and leaned down to whisper a crude joke in your ear – watching as you crumbled beneath his hand, eyes widening as you giggled cutely.

Your shyness had also started to melt away around him as you held conversations and eye contact with him. But along with that your fantasies had also started running rampant, nights spent grinding against your hand or pillow as you muffled your cries thinking of the older man you were so infatuated with.

The morning everything changed was right after regular a night of dreams, your face hot as you pictured him above you – strong arms holding himself up as he ground into your pussy, hot breaths in your ear with every pant. You imagined him calling you His pretty princess, His good girl. And you could feel your need for him becoming more than your need to breathe with every daydream.

Fenrys had decided on hand-to-hand sparring for that morning, wanting you to always be prepared even if you didn’t have any weapons on you at the time. You had been making steady process and during one of your fights you had somehow gained the upper hand, flipping him onto the floor and kneeling with your forearm on his throat – pressing just hard enough to show your victory. His dark eyes watched you from where you were perched on his chest, a knee over his heart as you smiled down at him, sweaty, breathless, and looking like his walking fantasy on legs. Or, on knees he supposed.

He held eye-contact, not speaking as he watched you come out of your shell before him – the knee that perched on his chest sliding off until you sat straddling his chest, releasing your arm from his throat. Neither of you were making any effort to move from the position you found yourselves in – Fenrys nostrils flaring as he smelt your obvious attraction, but when you tried to move and hide away he kept you attached to him with a firm hand on your hip.

“You okay there princess?” he asked, voice low and deep as you let out a muffled whimper. The sound made him grip your hip even tighter until you were sure he might leave bruises.

He raised his eyebrows and you nodded quickly, making him chuckle. “You look so pretty like this, just sat exactly where you should be.”

“Fenrys…” your voice trailed off at his insinuation.

He sat up, holding you closer as his voice dropped an octave, “What? You don’t think I’ve heard you,” his face dropped down to your neck, “Smelt you. Sat all pretty up in your bed, what do you think about huh?”

Your face burned with embarrassment, and you shook your head – not meeting his eyes.

“C’mon sweetheart. I already know it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I could even let you in on a little secret.” You looked at him, every muscle tensing as he moved closer – pushing you directly onto his crotch were you felt a prominent hardness.

“That hardly feels little,” you mumbled, and he laughed, canines bared as you watched him intently. He went to reply but you heard an obvious cough before you could, whipping your head around to see your uncle Aedion standing by the door with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised at your behaviour.

You scrambled out of Fenrys lap and straightened up, looking sheepish as you stumbled around an explanation of your training with Fenrys. He gave you a thin-lipped smile before suggesting your older brother was looking for you, you took the hint and ran off, looking back at Fenrys who was glaring down your uncle just before rushing out the door.

You hid in your room all day, too ashamed to face Fenrys who had seen you at your most vulnerable now. You snuck downstairs to grab food for your room in between mealtimes and feigned sickness when your mum came looking for you – deciding to spend your day soaking in Epsom salts and reading.

But you also knew you could only avoid Fenrys for so long, so when you heard a knocking on your door as you changed into your nightgown – the same one you had been wearing that first morning – you froze. You didn’t reply, instead quietly walking to your bed in order to pretend to be asleep, but before you could pull the covers up to your chin that deep voice that plagued your dreams.

“I can hear you moving in there princess,” he spoke, “Let me in.”

You paused, an internal battle going on in your head, debating whether you could even stand from the nerves filling your body. You felt bad for the man standing behind the door though so you spoke before you could second guess myself, “It’s unlocked.”

Fenrys smiled behind the door, resting his forehead against it for a second before trying the handle and finding the door opening. He closed it behind himself as he entered your room, bathed in candlelight with you – cross legged in the middle of your bed, surrounded by soft blankets and cushions. He thought you looked like a dream.

“Hi,” you squeaked out, in awe of the tall man leaning against your bedroom door.

“Hey sweetie,” he started walking towards you, “We never got to finish talking earlier.”

He perched on the side of your bed and reached a hand towards your face, cupping your jaw. You smiled softly at him and laughed, “Wasn’t much talking anyway.”

“Aha I suppose it wasn’t” he moved his hand, trailing down your neck and pausing on your collarbone, his thumb massaging your shoulder, “I still want to continue however.”

You blinked at him, scooting closer as he smiled at you, grabbing onto your waist to pull you back into his lap, “I need to know you want this with words before we do anything dear, because I’ve been thinking of you since we met, and I don’t want to risk losing you because we move too fast.”

“I want it!” you spoke quickly, heat spreading through your chest and face, “I mean, I like you too.”

He smiled at you, “Okay princess, I’m all yours now. But I have a couple questions first.”

“Okay,” you said as he leaned forward to press a tentative kiss to your neck, testing the waters.

“Are you a virgin sweetie?” he asked, and you shook your head making him look up, a quizzical expression on his face.

“You let someone else pop your cherry huh?” he asked, and you shoved his chest lightly, “Well, it doesn’t matter now anyway since I’m going to be the only one touching you after tonight.”

“Yeah?” you asked, insecurity clouding your features and he pulled your face close to his – resting his forehead against your own.

“I’m in for the long-haul honey, I don’t just want your body you know.” He said and you smiled, wider than you had in a while. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded and he moved in, dominating your mouth quickly with his rough kisses as he gripped the back of your head with one hand and your waist with the other. He pulled you as close in as he could as you gripped his shoulders, you may not be a virgin, but you were certainly inexperienced compared to the man who was centuries older than you.

He guided you onto your back on the mattress, your legs spread as the wound themselves around his thighs. His hands started wandering slightly as you kissed, one smoothing over your stomach as he felt the silky material of your nightgown.

“Fuck darling, do you have any idea how crazy this drove me when you cleaned me up that night? Wanted to bend you over the table and take you at once.” You whined, trailing your teeth over his neck before latching onto the juncture between his neck and shoulder. “You probably would’ve let me as well, looking at me with those innocent doe eyes that were just begging for me to fuck you.”

“Wanted it so badly,” you admitted.

“What did you want? No need to be shy around me baby girl,” he moved down your body, resting his face on your stomach and gazing up at you.

“Wanted you to fuck me,” you said, voice quiet and shy.

“Good girl,” he praised, “And what do you want me to do now?”

He trailed a hand under your nightgown, tugging on the band of your underwear slightly until you lifted your hips – allowing him to pull off the lacy pink fabric. He smiled at them in his hand and pocketed them as you giggled, looking away.

“You’re gross,” you whined, and he tutted.

“Don’t avoid the question.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you repeated quietly, and he shook his head, a disappointed look on his face making you worry.

“Before that, maybe while I’m down here?” he egged you on and you felt your pussy clench as you realised what he meant.

“Isn’t that… dirty?” you asked, nervous.

Fenrys frowned and kissed below your belly button as he pulled your nightgown up. “Not at all baby, there’s plenty of dirty things I want to do to you but that’s not one of them.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” Fenrys eyes lit up.

“Oh baby I’m sure, I’ve been dreaming about this.” His words the only warning you received before he dived headfirst into your pussy.

He licked a long stripe from your tight hole to your clit, sucking there for a few seconds but not staying too long as he became acquainted with you. His hands started exploring too as your own tangled themselves in the long golden locks he had piled into a rough bun on top of his head. You tugged and pulled at them as he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and pushed his tongue inside of you, his nose nudging your clit with every thrust.

You felt your climax build embarrassingly quickly with the talent of the man between your thighs and you tried to tug his hair in warning, legs shaking as you felt pressure build in your lower abdomen.

“Fenrys,” you managed to moan out, “I’m going to cum if you don’t stop that.”

You felt his smirk against your cunt as he pulled away just enough to slide a finger into you, “And why would that make me stop?”

His lips attached viciously to your clit as you cried out, his finger rubbing against the spongey spot that always made you see stars until your pretty legs clamped around his head and you cried out his name, muffling yourself with your hand to avoid waking up your parents. The muffled cries were music to Fenrys ears, but he instantly started planning where he could take you that would allow you to scream as loudly as you wanted.

As you came down he crawled up to meet you, kissing you so you could taste some of the sweetness on his tongue. You fought to keep up between panting breaths but had to pull away – gazing up at him with unbridled love as you stroked your thumbs down the twin scars on his face.

“You taste so sweet princess,” he praised, watching with a smile as you melted under the words. “Later, I’m going to eat you out until you have no feeling in your legs, but right now I need to fuck you.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” you giggled, and he playfully bit down on your neck before sitting up and pulling his clothes off. You followed suit, pulling your nightgown over your head, and sheepishly covering yourself until he – dressed in nothing but his boxers – grabbed your hands and pulled them over your head.

You squeaked as he admired your naked body openly, his free hand trailing down the curve of your waist before he dove into your breasts, biting roughly on your nipple and grinning when you squeaked.

“Fenrys!” you squealed batting him away, but he looked up at you with dark eyes.

“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this away from me,” he growled low under his breath, “All mine now at least. No one else is ever going to get to see you like this.”

You felt your arousal rear its head once again at his possessiveness as he gripped your waist and pulled you, so you were completely beneath him. His large frame covered your own and you reached a hand – which now appeared dwarfed next to him – to smooth over his chest, marvelling at the bronze skin that covered extensive muscle and tone.

You dared to let a hand venture downwards while he was distracted groping your chest and swearing lowly under his breath. You cupped his impressive bulge and felt your eyes practically bug out as you realised just how large he was, palming him lightly.

You looked up and met his gaze, “Can I?”

“Another night sweet girl,” you pouted, and he kissed it away, whispering against your lips, “right now, I need to fuck you, or I might explode.”

“That’s fine then I guess,” you were still pouting, but he laughed.

“Trust me, I’ll make it far more than fine.” He let you push his underwear down, his hard length bobbing up and hitting his toned stomach as you gulped slightly. It appeared even bigger now you were seeing it instead of just feeling it and Fenrys sensed your worry.

“Just focus on me darling,” he smiled, “I’ll take care of you, we can go slow okay?”

He frowned when you shook your head at him, “Don’t want you to go slow,” you whispered, and he tilted his head.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his control hanging on by a thread as you spread your legs further, inviting him into the slice of heaven between your thighs, your hole glistening and begging to be filled. “I’ll split you in half, you’re only little compared.”

“I want you to,” you reached to guide him to your hole, “I want you to split me in half.”

He grinned at you, reaching down for a kiss before he started pushing in. Your nails scarped down his back as he entered you, breathy moans releasing as you bit down on his neck to avoid getting too loud.

“Want me to split you in half huh?” he asked, “Want me to fill you up to? Mark you up? Stake my claim, make sure everybody knows you’re mine now?”

You whined in reply as he started thrusting, hips bruising your own every time he bottomed out with an obscene wet noise from your arousal.

“Oh, you like that?” he was a smug as a cat, “Want me to make you a mummy? Fill you up and keep you home, all for me to have whenever I like.”

He felt you clench around him and grinned, “Make a wife out of you, get you down the aisle and all.”

You mewled underneath him before grinning, “Maybe buy me a drink first.”

He slapped your ass and grinned at you, “I guess I could do that.”

His thrusts resumed their roughness as he muttered praise under his breath, just how you had imagined in your dreams, feel so good around me sweetness, so tight. My perfect girl likes it when I fuck her rough huh? So fucked out you can’t even speak, just a dumb baby for me to use now.

You felt you second orgasm of the night rise in you and pulled Fenrys in for a rough, dirty kiss, your tongue invading his mouth as you came undone – gripping him impossibly tight. But instead of stopping he simply kept fucking you through your orgasm, pushing you into another until he was satisfied.

His thrusts didn’t cease regardless of the blood you were probably drawing on the back of his shoulder, regardless of your cries of overstimulation into his hungry mouth. He reached one hand to grasp your throat, willing your mouth open with his thumb and spitting into it, watching you with a smile.

“Now that’s my dirty girl, swallow for me.” You obeyed his order, with a breathless smile. He watched, groaning as he approached his own release, thrusts becoming sloppy as he pushed you to your fourth orgasm of the night with his own.

“You going to let me fill you up baby?” he asked, and you nodded quickly, “Beg.” He commanded.

“Please, please Fenrys want it so bad. Need to feel you, need to, need it more than oxygen,” your voice was unrecognisable to your own ears. “Need you to make me cum and fill me up, make me all yours.”

That pushed him over the edge as he bottomed out within you with a groan, his thumb going to circle your clit – instantly sending you following over the edge as you muffled your moans in each other’s necks.

You stayed in that position what could’ve been minutes or days until Fenrys pulled out as you whined feeling empty minus his seed trickling out of your abused hole. He disappeared before you for a couple seconds, returning with a clean shirt and warm wash cloth which he used to clean you up. He then pulled on his own underwear and the shirt over your head before pulling you safe and warm into his strong arms.

“Wait, what if mum or dad come in?” you asked, panic rising despite the sheer comfort you felt in his arms.

“Oh they already know,” he said making you whip your head up, “What did you think Aedion just wanted a friendly chat?”

“I just thought he’d tell you to back off,” you muttered, and he reached to stroke your hair back off your face.

“Well he did, so I went straight to your mother, told her I loved you and asked for her blessing,” you laughed, amazed at his planning.

“My mother before my father?” you asked, “not very traditional.”

“Have you met your mum, if I had gone to anyone before her she’d kill me,” you laughed loudly again, burying yourself in his chest.

“I guess you’re right there.” You conceded, sleep slurring your words as you felt Fenrys press a kiss to your head.

“Sleep, we’ll discuss it more in the morning.” He muttered and you smiled, content in his arms.

#throne of glass #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys x reader x dorian #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x reader #azriel #azriel x reader #acotar #acofas #acomaf #acowar #acofs #acosf

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throneofsapphics · 2 months

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celebration masterlist

from this post. thank y'all so much for sending these in, there were a few duplicates, and a few extra might make there way out, but I kept it to 12 to keep myself realistic. I'll update this as they're posted! I love all of you and thank you so much for the support!

The Arrangement* - Rowan/Fenrys/Lorcan x Reader (2/25)

"You'll take what I give you"

A Favor - Dorian x Reader (2/27)

"I could help you forget him/her."

Loyal Friends* - Ruhnlidia x Reader (2/29)

At least I didn't get arrested.

"You look so pretty on your knees."

"You look good with my hand around your neck."

Thin Doors* - Rowaelin x Reader (3/2)

"Please, pick one broom closet and stick to it."

The Other Side - young!Rhys x Reader (3/4)

"I hate you." "No you don't."

"How do you sleep at night?" "I usually go for a bed."

Pretty For Me* - Mor x Reader (3/14)

"You look so pretty on your knees."

Last Avenues* - Feysand x Reader (3/24)

"Am I supposed to be impressed?"

"Is that all you have?"

Stay In The Moment With Me - Rhys x Reader (3/27)

"I don't want to be alone tonight"

A Present* - Nessian x Reader (3/28)

“Take it off”

A Pretty Smile - Nyx x Reader (3/29)

"How have you survived this long by yourself?"

At least I didn't get arrested

Breaking Point* - Manon x Reader (3/30)

"Do it already or I'll find someone else."

Supposed to Be Us - Asterin x Reader (3/31)

“Tell me it was a lie.” “I can’t.”

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 10 months

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Are you requests open yet, right?

Can you make something with Fenrys, like, him and reader are mates, and they are trying to get a child for so long, and one day they discover that they are expecting.

(I really liked your writing, and very few people write about him, so I wanted to thank you for this 💕)

Had a blast writing this truly. Thank you for requesting and the kind words, I hope you'll enjoy it. 🤍✨

Little pup

At first, you didn't talk about it. You both were still young and for the most part, had wanted to explore the world together. Just you two. Try new things. See new places. Travel. Indulge in each other's company. And the mating frenzy hit you so hard that you didn't leave your house for over a month. And by then you were convinced that everyone passing by could smell the sex lingering all around.

And yet even in that month, it wasn't about getting pregnant. Fenrys was learning how to please you and you were doing the same. It was the desire to explore that drove you. To bring each other immense pleasure. Till the last breaking point. Till the moment all you could see was stars. Till furniture was breaking. But the thought of conceiving never crossed your mind.

But it's the first time your period is late and you're feeling so weird that Aelin had to drag you to the healer's level. It's the joyful smile on the woman's face when she says, "Oh you might as well be pregnant", that breaks this bubble of cold water over your head. "How exciting would that be? Babies are so rare and to have one ahh...", the healer beams as she ushers you to lay down. You reach for Aelin's hand almost instantly. The nerve suddenly so uneasy in your chest.

And then the healer's face drops and so does your heart. Sadness washes over you and it's like you had lost something you didn't even think you wanted five minutes ago. "You started your circle, darling", she says lowering your skirt down and you just want to crawl into yourself. "Ah, yes", you quickly move to get down the table. Glad your back is to the two women as you quickly wipe your tears. Suddenly feeling so frustrated. You feel Fenrys tugging on the bond yet that only makes your heart ache more so you push him out of your head quickly. Drowsing the bond in complete darkness.

Fenrys comes home way earlier than he should have been there. And you know it's because he would always drop anything for you. High stake leaders waiting for the meeting? Fuck them! His mate needs him so he's leaving and gods save the souls who try to stand in his way.

He knows by the silence that something had happened. Something that upset you. Ticked you over. Then Fenrys smells the blood. Gears turning before he realizes that your cycle had finally shown up but why the sense of sorrow then? This feeling of pain makes him rub his chest as he too tries to soothe the aching.

"My, love", Fenrys shrugs his cloak off carelessly, stepping closer to the bed. You're completely submerged by the furs all over your body. He makes a quick work of pushing them to the side until your wet cheeks come into sight and Fenry's heart drop even more. "Love", he breathes out in worry. But that only makes your tears well up more. A choked-out sob leaves your lips before you move to push away from your mate. That jabs Fenry's heart too.

"Love, if you don't tell me what's going on...", and then this shien of anger washes over you. Painting your cheeks in even more crimson shades. "Talk to you? Talk about what, huh?", you leap at him, fist coming in contact with Fenrys's strong chest.

But then you draw your hands back, looking at them with so much disgust. Fenrys steps in quickly taking your smaller palms into his. Your mind was too chaotic for him to read now. So he had to trust you to let him in on your own time. "What is going on...", you mutter, "You're overwhelmed and your body is full of hormones", even Fenrys frown at his own words but that's the truth in a way. The question still stands though. What caused all of this? "I thought I was...", you breathe through the sobs, "Thought we had...", and then it's full-on sobs, till your legs give out and Fenrys quickly wraps you up in his arms, rocking you from time to time.

There's no way to tell how long you've been crying by the time you're only sniffling. Eyes puffy and red, holding onto Fenrys for dear life. And he had run out of comforting words by then, opting for silence and love that he poured through the bond. You push away from him slightly. Knowing full well that you owe him an explanation. Because he too would have been a part of this if you had been pregnant. Your eyes well up with tears once more as you glance at him and Fenrys is ready to cradle you once more but you stop him. "I saw a healer this morning. She thought that I might...", you swallow the lump in your throat, shoulders sagging, "might be... pregnant". Fenrys's heart jumps up his throat. Suddenly he's almost hyper-aware of his surroundings. Threats. Smells. Sounds. But then nothing. And then just like before it all falls into place.

This. All of this was because you weren't. Because there wasn't a babe growing in your womb. No little Fenrys, or Y/N. And it's almost like another slap to his face because he only now realizes that you never really talked about it. Becoming parents. Growing your family. Being together and having one another was comforting enough. But seeing you like this. "I'm sorry...", you whisper and Fenrys draws his gaze back to you. "What for love? There's nothing to be sorry for", he brushes your loose hair away from your face.

"For not being pregnant", Fenrys frown at your words. And frowns so deep that his eyebrows nearly come together. "Now you take that back", his hands cup your face, "You take that back and never dare to apologize for something like this".

And you know that it comes from his heart because he loves you. Because no matter what you do he will always be there. "What if I can't?", you ask him, biting your lip, "Then we won't have any and that will be more than enough because we would have one another", he's quick to reassure you. And once more from the way his eyes are gleaming you know that he means it. "Come here", he mutters m, bringing you back into his arms, and wrapping it up in the comfort of his warmth. Drowning out the world around you.

All of this leads to a long conversation about children. One that you share late at night, both tangled between the sheets. Let the stars and the moon be the only witnesses of your wishes and dreams. And you both know that's so rare. And something that many couples don't even get close to. Fenrys knows how he and his brother Connall had come pretty late into their parent's lives. But then what a blessing it was to have two babies. Yet the time span was what scared him the most. Not because he was desperate. Don't get him wrong he wanted to see you pregnant. Know that it's his baby growing within you. But he could tell how fragile this topic made you. How you would shiver any time someone brought up the conversation of babies. How you would halt at the sight of younglings running around in the streets. How you forced a smile once Ellide got pregnant and you had brushed away your sad tears saying that it was only happy crying.

And it's only a handful of years later. Many disappointing visits to the healers later that you jolt up in the morning rushing to the bathroom. Fenrys is out of bed just as fast, darting after you and reaching to hold your hair out of your face as you emptied your stomach into the toilet. His hands rub comforting circles over your back. Your skin looks clammy and pale and it makes Fenrys sick to his stomach as well.

Because what if all the sorrows had finally eaten you from within in? What if he had missed something? Overlooked you not eating well, not sleeping enough. Your head drops to the side, and Fenrys quickly turns you over, reaching for the tap before flickering water over your face. If an illness claimed your life... if he would be left alone...it's a selfish thought but one that has been his number one fear ever since he saw you for the very first time.

"I'm fine", you groggily say and Fenrys only huffs, "Fine my ass, you're barely conscious". Those are harsher words than he wishes that thrown your way but he's so worried. So worried his own eyes are blurry. Then he moves up quickly, you tightly pressed to his chest. "Fen, I just need to lay down", but he doesn't listen as he throws the door open. Not caring that he's shirtless, or that you are only wearing one of his shirts. He rushes down the hallway, yet he's still mindful of not shaking you too much.

The healers haven't even finished their morning preparations when he storms in, eyes wild. The healer who had been tending to you for years now jumps up instantly. "I don't know what's happening", Fenrys admits as he lowers you onto the bed. The lady presses her palm onto your forehead before cradling your cheek. "Y/N, what's hurting?", she asks softly but you only shake your head. Her mouth falls into a tight frown and she orders a couple of other healers around, turning to Fenrys so he would tell her what happened.

"When was the last time you ate, girl?", she asks strictly, fingers running over your stomach. "Breakfast", you breathe out, "yesterday". Fenrys growls in frustration. He had returned home late last night, you had already been asleep and so he never even thought about the fact that he didn't ask anyone on his way up if you had been down to eat dinner. The healer shakes her head, "Silly, silly girl. Mirth, bring the lady some light breakfast and a tart", she says even though you turn to protest. "You're with child and this is all stunt you pulled here is because you didn't eat", every sound in the room dies down. Your eyes grow big and for a moment you're sure you just mistaken her words. Surely not... but it's the way Fenrys is looking at the healer with the same surprised eyes that makes you realize that he heard it too.

"Congratulations you two. A strong heartbeat", she carefully presses her palm to your shoulder. Knowing full well that once the information fully settled in Fenrys's brain anyone that would get near the slight swell in your lower stomach would be marked an enemy. The wolf closes the distance between you two. He doesn't yet trust his words so he just leans in pressing his forehead to yours. And now that it's been brought up you do smell slightly different. And the heartbeat. How did he miss the heartbeat? What kind of father will he be if he missed his child growing inside you?

"The best kind", you mutter, "the best kind of father", your hand cups his cheek, and the white wolf instantly nuzzles closer to you. He kisses the side of your head, brushing the tears from your cheeks. "Our baby", he mumbles, pressing his palm to your stomach, "Our little pup", you put your hand over his. And then Fenrys breaks into fits of giggles as he brings you closer into his arms. You too can't help the smile even if the dizziness still lingers. And you suddenly feel complete as if this was all that was missing. Now the picture would be complete. "A father, my beautiful mate will make me a father", he beams, brushing his lips against yours in a messy kiss, but the door swings open as the younger healer walks in with a trey. The laughter stops and Fenrys is snarling at the door, teeth out. Your hands push against his chest softly, "Darling, she means no harm", you reassure him yet his eyes don't leave the poor girl now shaking by the door. "Thought you seen him protective, girl? Welcome to the next stage", the older healer chuckles as she hands you the sweet bun.

#fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys moonbeam imagine #fenrys imagine #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass x reader #tog x reader #tog imagine #rowan whitethorn #lorcan lochan salvatorre #gavriel

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queentala · 1 year

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Random small headcanons for my fav SJM men

Those are totally random thoughts I had and just kept collecting, also I'll be adding new ones when I'll come up with something. Feel free to reblog and add yours <3

I think Gavriel can draw really well, especially with pencil. Like, you know, he's a really precise and detailed guy, plus thanks to his soldier skills he has really stable hands, and it just sits right with me

Azriel loves when you paint his nails black. Also once you made him wear eyeliner and he actually really liked the results, so now from time to time he lets you do it

Aedion has his ears pierced but doesn't wear any earrings (it was probably a dare, even more likely he was drunk then)

Ruhn likes to have a small, faint lamp put on when he sleeps. It looks like a white sparkle and doesn't cast much light but having it next to his bed makes him feel somehow more safe and comfy

Also, he loves being held while sleeping. When you let him snuggle to your chest and hold him tight... It's his paradise, he can stay like this for eternity

Cassian is very ticklish (especially on feet). It's actually his secret because, come on, he's the Lord of Bloodshed, how can he be ticklish? And of course you fully respect that, not wanting his reputation to suffer, however, when it's just the two of you... Let's say Cass has to be pretty alert most times as you love to take advantage of that

Fenrys always brings you a plushie from his travels to foreign countries. Actually, he brings you many different things like jewellery, dresses, combs, mirrors, gems... everything. But a plushie, is a must. You have a whole collection of small cute stuffed animals (mostly wolves) from different parts of the world. Every one of them has a name, personality and a back story which you and Fenrys always come up with

Aedion is a horse girl. He rides so well and just loved being around those animals since he was a little boy. Often he takes you on all day long trips around Terrasen. Also he has few of his favorite horses and he spoils them so much, they're just his babies.

He also probably has like six dogs and wants to adopt every one he sees on the street

Lorcan most of the times either doesn't cuddle or is the big spoon. However, after really hard day he loves to fall asleep with his face in your breasts and his hair stroked

Sometimes when Rowan is engrossed in his work, he hums songs mindlessly

Fenrys talks in his sleep, and this goes to the point where you can literally argue with him or have a whole conversation as he's asleep

Aedion swears a lot. Gavriel doesn't swear almost ever and his face when Aedion starts throwing curses he could never imagine is just priceless

However, Gavriel knows many langues. So, whenever he's angry and finally hit his breaking point, he starts shit talking and insulting everyone in a foreign langue no one knows (just imagine him aggressively talking to himself in Spanish while walking around and throwing hands in the air lol)

Cassian always sleeps naked and refuses (will literally get offended) to do otherwise, even if there are different people sleeping in the room (read: Azriel)

Dorian baby talks to his dogs. Sometimes when he does this he forgets that he is a king and then have the whole castle talking about it for the next week (people find it adorable though. some of them at least.)

Rowan always has some blades with him. Always. Dude could be standing in the room only in his boxers and still proceed to pull out a knife from gods know where

Also, he will never admit it but he has some of his favorite blades that he had named. But if you'd ever done this he would laugh at you

Once you've gotten Ruhn a bracelet for his birthday that was a guitar pick of his favorite guitarist on a black string and from then he doesn't take it off. Ever.

We know Ruhn has this very rare and useful ability to speak in people's minds, however his favorite way to use those abilities is to make the dumbest jokes in your head in the most random moments and watch you burst out laughing around all those strangers that have no idea what is going on

GAVRIEL HAS DIMPLES

AND SO FUCKING DOES AEDION

(he also got the big d genes from him but it's the topic for other post)

So, Fenrys is a master at coming up with the weirdest nicknames for his loved one, however, no one compares to Cassian in this matter. His creativity sometimes is more than flesh and blood can bear

Lorcan is actually the biggest girl dad

Let's be honest, Dorian has better skin care than any lady in the whole sjm universe

Cassian loves being called your pretty princess

Azriel loves puzzles. And Legos! There's no better way to spend your day off than building castles and forts, and then having an actual battle between your kingdoms

Bat boys are not really fond of thunder... I think they have bad experiences with flying during storm and it haunts them to this day. They always want to be the little spoons and be cuddled when there's a storm outside

Azriel has bat slippers and Fenrys has wolf or bunny slippers

Dorian loves wearing sygnets. He has so many and you're simply obsessed with them. He's a king, he has to look decent, you know, but Dorian loves wearing them even if it's just the two of you snuggling or sitting in the library reading. Or when he fucks you and you can feel them dig into your skin when he grabs your ass..

Lorcan enjoys having his hair combed. He just melts when you do it. And if you do a little braid somewhere on his head he will keep it and wear it for the next few days

Gavriel is the best dancer you will ever meet. On the balls he can easily make everyone's attention turn to the two of you. But he also likes to dance with you in your house or chambers, where there are no people or music, and to be honest both of you like those moments much better

To be continued....

#gavriel x reader #lorcan salvaterre x reader #aedion ashryver x reader #fenrys moonbeam x reader #rowan whitethorn x reader #dorian havilliard x reader #ruhn danaan x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader

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Reunited - Part III

Fenrys x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: After years of working as a spy in Adarlan, you are finally reunited with your cousin, Aelin, as you join the war to reclaim Terrasen and bring peace to Erilea. What you don't expect is to meet your mate in the middle of a war.

A/N: for those whom I told the next parts would be less angsty... that doesn't refer to this one I'm so sorry

Warnings: canon-typical violence, KOA spoilers

Your muscles were heavy from peaceful sleep, a satisfied smile gracing your lips as eyes fluttered open to see Aedion and Gavriel standing at the opposite side of the room from where you lay.

Forcing yourself to sit up, you looked around to find yourself in a tent, piles of blankets and furs draped over where you had been sleeping on the ground.

“She’ll be furious with you,” Aedion whispered, seemingly unaware that you had awoken. “But I thank you,” he ground out, the resistance clear in his tone as he looked to your father.

Gavriel’s tawny eyes flicked to you, lined with sorrow as memories came rushing back. Your entire body heated with pure rage and fear, nails clawing into the covers of your makeshift bed as you tossed the covers away.

“You,” you seethed, eyes wide and teeth bared as you stood to face Gavriel. It was Aedion who stepped between you, his eyes showing a vulnerability you had yet to see him reveal in front of your father.

“I know you are upset. But for once,” he glanced pointedly at Gavriel, “he did the right thing. No good could have come from Maeve knowing that you are Fenrys’s mate.”

Hearing his name unleashed a wave of emotion, a lump catching in your throat as the bond screamed inside of you, longing for your other half. “He’s gone,” you whispered, voice breaking as painful, hopeless thoughts eddied in a whirlpool, threatening to drown you. “I may never truly know my mate, because of you,” you growled the last word, tone piercing Gavriel enough to make him flinch.

Aedion fully stepped in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks, covering your father from your view. “Listen to me. Maeve would have used you to torture him. She would have used you to torture Aelin. Saving him was not an option when he is so close to Maeve. Their blood oath is too strong.”

Your eyes shuttered as the hopeless realization crashed over you like an ocean wave knocking you below the surface. You stepped back, willing your thoughts to calm enough to look at Gavriel’s face, his expression full of guilt and worry. “I swear to you, we will find him. We will free him, if it is the last thing that I do.” He spoke with such conviction, you felt your heart soften, suddenly feeling guilty for how you had spoken to Gavriel.

Before you could find the words to apologize, Gavriel continued. “That is why we are headed north. Aedion leaves for Orynth shortly, but we will be joining Rowan along with Lorcan and Elide. So long as you feel that bond in your chest, we can use it to find Fenrys and Aelin.”

You nodded, shifting into the familiar mindset of a spy as you had lived for so long. “When do we leave?”

A soft, proud smile graced Aedion’s lips, your brother pulling you in for a hug as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I leave now. I had just come to say goodbye,” he murmured. It was an all too familiar sentiment in your family - the sacrifice of leaving your loved ones in the name of duty.

“Stay safe. I will see you soon,” you responded, not an encouragement, but an oath - one that you clung to, your chest tight as your brother disappeared out the tent. Gaze flicking to Gavriel, you raised your eyebrows in silent question.

“We leave as soon as Rowan returns from the neighboring town. He and Elide are there looking for information from the locals, and we will decide where to travel from there.” All you could manage was a nod, your emotions still roiling deep within underneath your calm facade.

You packed in silence, Gavriel’s stare burning into your side as you avoided interaction. You had just finished packing and dismantling your tent when Rowan and Elide returned, their eyes lit with a similar wired determination as your own.

Pine green eyes locked with yours, an unspoken understanding passing between you and Rowan - that the two of you would allow the world to burn to ash before you would allow it to take your mates.

“We’re leaving for Doranelle,” Rowan announced, brooking no room for questions before he helped load your and Elide’s bags onto horses. Giving Rowan a sharp nod, you followed suit, gathering necessities for the journey.

The dying embers of the campfire the only trace of your existence in the forest, your group headed for Doranelle, Rowan letting out a cry as he shifted into hawk form, soaring above as you journeyed below. The day passed mostly in silence, tensions thick between you and your father, and Elide and Lorcan.

At your request, Elide explained in brief detail why you were headed towards one of Maeve’s strongholds. She and Rowan had come across one of Maeve’s soldiers at an inn, but the shudder that passed through her when you asked for more told you all that you needed to know about how Rowan acquired that information, and you let the conversation drop.

The sun had long since set when fatigue weighed heavy on your bones, head aching from lack of food and rest. Gavriel sensed it, his too-knowing eyes scanning your sluggish movements, the limp that Elide was trying to hide.

“We will stop here for the night,” he spoke, low voice not allowing any arguments, not that you could form any. You practically crashed into the ground where you stood at his words, Elide settling next to you as Lorcan gathered kindling.

There remained little talk among the group. You couldn’t speak for others, but you knew that if you tried to speak, emotions would burst forth like water through a broken dam, the carefully maintained mask of strength you were wearing to be shattered into pieces. Gavriel, Lorcan, and Elide mumbled their good nights, while you and Rowan sat by the fire.

The twisting, flickering flames held your attention in a captivating dance, the only distraction you could find from the constant agony you felt throughout your body, the unbearable weight of your mate’s pain echoing in each fiber of your soul.

You dared a glance at Rowan, his sharp eyes moving from the fire towards you. You supposed the fire meant something different to him - a reminder of his other half, the closest thing he had to her in this moment. It was a different kind of pain, but one that you could understand as the others did not.

“Do you feel her, too?” you managed, voice cracking through the strained whisper. Rowan’s brow dipped, confusion flickering across his features before understanding settled.

“No,” he choked, and you worried that you had said the wrong thing. “No, I cannot feel her through the bond. I think whatever But I know she is there, she is alive. That much I can feel.” A shaky breath escaped you, eyes lining with silver as you curled into your body, gaze focused back on the flames in front of you.

“Can you? Feel him?” Rowan pressed, voice soft as the night breeze. Your eyes squeezed shut, the only hope you had to keep those tears from falling, but one escaped, cold warm against your chilled skin as it traced your cheek.

“Yes,” you breathed, a sob building in your lungs as you gasped for air. “Yes, I feel everything. I feel his pain, I feel his loneliness, I-“

Words were stolen from your lungs as your chest seized, inexplicable pain, grief, bringing you to your knees. You were vaguely aware of Rowan’s presence, a warm hand on your back as sobs wracked your body. Wave after wave of grief and shame barreled into you, body shaking with the force of emotions being thrust upon you.

“Breathe,” Rowan murmured, his hand on your back a grounding comfort as the emotions faded, a distinct numbness filling your senses. Emptiness consumed your being, the only reminder that you were still alive the flames in front of you.

Silver hair illuminated in the firelight, moving into your vision as Rowan kneeled in front of you. “Can you say... what happened?” he breathed, fear in his eyes as he dared the question.

“He’s not... he isn’t dead,” you managed, the knot in your chest loosening slightly as Rowan visibly relaxed. “Something terrible happened, Rowan. If what I felt was only a small part of what Fenrys is feeling...” Whatever hold you had on your own emotions was lost in that moment, tears falling freely as you cried.

Another hand landed on your shoulder, and you looked up through blurry eyes to see your father watching you, heartbreak written on his features. On instinct, you crashed into him, throwing your arms around Gavriel’s neck, breathing in his comforting scent.

Conversations were happening in the background - Lorcan and Elide apparently also wakened by your cries - but you held onto your father, finding a small piece of solace in having him here.

Gavriel’s hand lifted, a canteen handed to him which he brought to your hands. “Here, drink this,” he murmured, tawny eyes observing carefully as your shaky hands gripped the vessel. Forcing small sips of water down your throat, breathing came easier, and you noticed Rowan, Lorcan, and Elide all standing nearby.

“I’m not going to stay the night,” Rowan said, moving back towards where you sat. “If you want to rest, Gavriel will stay with you and Elide. But if you-“

“I’m going with you,” you interrupted. Rowan merely nodded, as thought your response was exactly what he expected. Lorcan was already moving, packing and loading supplies as Rowan’s power suffocated the fire.

You walked in line with Gavriel, leaves and sticks crunching under your boots as owls hooted against the still-darkened sky. “I can feel him, still,” you murmured, eyes downcast at your scuffed, muddied shoes. “I feel him, but it’s different than before. He’s... hollow. It’s like this numbness, and I can’t reach his end of the bond, so I don’t know if he can feel me.”

Your eyes burned with tears you were too drained to shed when Gavriel grabbed your hand, turning you to stop and look up at him. “Do not give up. I know it hurts, I know what Maeve is capable of. But please, be better than me. Fight for Fenrys. He deserves that. You deserve that. And we will find him, and Aelin.”

Pushing up on your toes, you placed a kiss to your father’s cheek, your eyes never leaving his as you spoke. “You did the right thing. I have already mourned a childhood without you, but I’ve been allowed to know you now, and I am so thankful for a father as selfless as you, who was willing to sacrifice seeing his children grow to keep us safe. You didn’t give up, and I will not either.”

You both turned, heads snapping forward towards the road ahead as Gavriel cleared his throat, eyes shining with emotion as you continued the rest of your walk in silence.

By the time you arrived in Doranelle, your feet hurt like never before, entire body sore from long travels and lack of sleep. Your group hid in the trees just outside the main road through town. Elide turned to you, a fire in her eyes that lit one in your chest.

“The males are too recognizable, so you will all stay out here and keep a low profile while I go into town. I’m going to see if anyone has information about Cairn’s location, because we know he’s with Aelin and Fenrys.”

You shook your head. “I’m coming with you. You’re not going alone into town, and it would be suspicious if you were by yourself.” You looked around, Lorcan giving you a grateful smile while Gavriel opened his mouth as if to argue. Before he could say anything, you took Elide’s hand and set off towards town.

Doranelle was bustling, people shopping and selling throughout the streets, men calling for your attention as the two of you walked at a brisk pace, eyes and ears open for any sign of danger.

Multiple groups of people shuffled in the same direction, your gaze following their movements towards a pub that appeared to be full of travelers and locals alike. “That’s where we should go,” you murmured to Elide, her dark eyes joining yours as she studied the tavern’s entrance.

Releasing your hand, Elide led the way into the building, instructing you to take a seat wherever you could find one as she took the lead. You found a small booth, thankful for the weight off your feet and even the rancid beer a barmaid slid your way.

It was pure entertainment, a respite from the hellish reality you had been living lately, as you watched Elide put on a show of the helpless maiden. Batting her long lashes, giving shy smiles, she wrung any information she could from the tavern’s patrons while you kept watch.

Everyone seemed taken by her story, the heartbroken lover of Maeve’s general, except for one female. She lounged at one of the tables, chestnut brown eyes watching Elide with a keen, quiet interest. And then Elide mentioned Cairn.

A hush fell over the room, the mood instantly sobering at the mention of the newest member of Maeve’s cadre. Expressions turned cold, even sour as people closed themselves off to Elide’s charm. They definitely knew something, and as you watched Elide excuse herself to the washroom, you caught the striking female with chestnut eyes from before stand up quickly, dark brown hair flowing around her as she turned and followed Elide down the hall.

You were quick behind her, dagger sheathed discreetly at your side. Using your blade, you wedged open the door to the washroom to find Elide wide-eyed, tension thick in the air as she and the female stared at each other.

Your blade quickly found the female’s neck, your foot kicking the door shut behind you. “Who are you, and what do you know?” you questioned, voice lethally calm.

The female didn’t struggle, her demeanor relaxed as she spoke. “My name is Essar. I mean no harm - I simply wanted to warn your friend to stay away from Cairn. But it appears she is better protected than I believed.”

Her voice remained calm as she dared to turn towards you, unbothered at how your blade dug further into her skin. “Why do you look for Cairn, truly?”

Your gaze hardened on Essar, assessing the trustworthiness of this new character. “That would depend. What is he to you?” you asked, releasing her so slightly from your hold.

A scoff escaped her lips, nearly a slight laugh as though your question was absurd. “He is nothing to me. And Maeve is less than nothing,” she ground out, venom lacing her tone. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips at her spite.

“We have business to attend to regarding Cairn,” you murmured, gaze flicking towards the door to check it was closed.

A knowing gleam shone in Essar’s eyes. “You have Gavriel’s eyes,” she whispered, clearing her throat as she studied you and Elide. “Cairn is at the camp just north of town. He was seen there this morning.”

It was an effort to not let your surprise show, but somehow you knew that you could trust Essar. Hope sprang in your chest, as though the bond was confirming Fenrys was close. “Thank you,” you murmured, to Essar, hand reaching for the doorknob as you gestured for Elide to follow.

“Give them Hell,” Essar said, chin raised proudly. You gave her a final nod of thanks before slipping out the door. Elide could barely keep up with your pace as you raced through town, back to the edge of the woods where the males waited. Now that you knew where Fenrys was, nothing could hold you back from finding him.

You were both short of breath, struggling to explain all that Essar had shared with you at the tavern. “I believe her,” you said, looking to Rowan and Gavriel for validation. But it was Lorcan whose eyes grew soft as you spoke of the female you had met, the other males looking to Lorcan for only a brief moment before Rowan cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him.

“We can trust her,” he said. “I’ll take to the skies. You follow my lead - we’ll walk around town to avoid running into Maeve’s soldiers for now.”

Heart pounding in your chest, you watched as Rowan launched into the air, your group quietly following the path of the hawk as it led you around the edge of town. Sounds of soldiers running drills, sparring, blacksmiths at work all filled your ears as rows and rows of tents came into view.

Breath caught in your lungs, the twist of hope and fear electric as it shot through your body. A warm hand wrapped around yours, and you looked down as Gavriel gave it a comforting squeeze. “I am with you,” he whispered.

Words evaded you, but you managed to nod to your father - a silent acknowledgment: "I am with you, too."

Scanning the grounds of the camp, you searched for a way in. There were too many tents, too many places Fenrys and Aelin could be. But your thoughts were interrupted by the bloody cry of a hawk, and before your mind could catch up to your body, you found yourself running, sword drawn, towards the center of camp where Rowan flew.

Soldiers charged you, your adrenaline pumping as you cut them down one by one. Red flooded your gaze as you saw a shell of a female, weighed in familiar iron shackles as she stumbled out of a tent on thin legs.

Blood pounded in your ears, the faint sound of Lorcan yelling at your side all that you could register as Aelin ran towards you. You couldn’t stop the flow of tears as you locked eyes with your cousin through the iron mask she wore, heart somehow shattered and whole at the sight of her, alive yet broken.

“Fenrys,” she choked. “Fenrys!” Aelin’s voice cried. She whipped around like a wild animal caught in a trap, yelling at Rowan and Lorcan, pleading for them to find your mate.

You rose to chase after him, but Rowan’s pleading look settled that rage within you - he would find your mate while you protected his. And so you watched him run through the camp with Lorcan, a beautiful storm of chaos as the warriors partnered seamlessly in battle.

The clanking of chains pulled you from your daze, Aelin scratching at her binds. “Take it off take it off take it OFF,” she screamed, voice hoarse as she chanted violently. Rowan appeared by her side, his hands working as they tried to find an opening on the mask. Rowan.

Your eyes went wild, an unexplainable ache carving itself into your chest as you stood, spinning clumsily while you searched for any sign of Fenrys. The sight of white fur on the ground, Gavriel leaning over the wolf who lay, covered in blood and barely breathing snapped something within you.

As your father gave you a helpless look, the world cleaved in two, as though half of your soul was ripped from your chest. Collapsing to the ground, your hand wove in Fenrys’s fur as onyx eyes gazed at you, unblinking.

There was no room in your heart for more tears at this point. Everything had been taken from you - so you lay there, watching the last hope you had for a future, for love, as he faded away.

You didn’t head the commotion behind you as Rowan managed to break the Wyrd marks locking Aelin’s chains, how she crawled weakly to Fenrys’s side across from you. The words, “live, Fenrys. Live,” echoed through your head, Aelin’s voice like a helpless prayer.

And then he blinked. Gold flecks shone in his eyes, chest rising slowly as your mate released a soft whine. Your heart burst with joy, love pouring from your end of the bond as you were finally able to reach Fenrys.

Your hand reached out to him just as he shifted into his human form, long blonde curls fallen across his beautiful face as he stared at you. “Is this real?” he rasped, and you nodded, a broken laugh escaping as you sat up, pulling Fenrys’s head into your lap as his hands found yours, holding onto them like a lifeline.

“He’s gone,” Fenrys whispered, his gaze distant. You felt it then - the hollow feeling, the numbness you had felt through the bond. “Connall,” he murmured, eyes finding yours as a tear rolled down his cheek, and you understood. Fenrys had lost a part of himself - Maeve had taken so much from your mate.

“I will kill her,” you vowed.

Fenrys’s hand lifted to brush your cheek. “You were my hope. The only strength I found to keep going.”

Taking his hand from your cheek, you pressed a kiss to his palm. Flames danced in your eyes. “For what she did to you, to Connall, to Aelin. She will burn.”

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danikamariewrites · 5 months

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Could I please make a request for 'Cadre part2' maybe some hurt/comfort were reader and Lorcan get into another fight and he says something that hurts the reader, so reader decides to ignore everyone the Cadre until he gives them a proper apology.

Not on Speaking Terms

Cadre x reader

A/n: please accept this peace offering until I’m in a smutty mood again. I’m so sorry for the wait on part 2, I genuinely feel bad bc you guys have been asking for more so I decided to get this one done tn ❤️❤️

Warnings: hurt/comfort poly relationship, and Lorcan being a dick

“I can’t with this right now Lorcan.” You growl out, stomping down the hall to your bedroom. “Yes, we’re doing this now!” His booming voice catching up with you as he jogged to catch up with you. “You’re being selfish and you aren’t listening to me.”

That made you stop dead in your tracks. He saw your shoulders stiffen as your back straightened. You quickly turned on your heel to face him with rage simmering in your eyes. “You did not just say that to me.” You growled.

After that exciting night in the war tent with the boys you all realized there was something more than sexual attraction. You truly love all of them and they love you. When you woke up in the middle of the night you found you had been moved to the bigger bed. You were still on Gavriel’s chest. As you blinked the tiredness from your eyes you found the rest of the males asleep next to you.

At breakfast the next morning Fenrys had shamelessly brought up the subject, wanting to clear the awkwardness from the group. The White Wolf winked at you as the conversation started. Since that morning you officially started dating Rowan, Gavriel, Fenrys, and Lorcan.

It was tough to make sure you spent an equal amount of time with each of them at first. They all tended to be jealous and territorial. Especially Lorcan. You knew he and Rowan had a history of having the same partner, but he wasn’t used to this. You and Lorcan got into little spats here and there when he wouldn’t listen to you or give you space when you needed it. Lorcan loves you so much and just wants to make you happy. He just has trouble with his emotions sometimes.

During training g this morning you and Lorcan got into one of those slats that somehow escalated when you were trying to explain to him why you aren’t doing anything with any of the boys today. The fact that Lorcan is calling you selfish while you continuously put off plans to be with him when he felt neglected is insane.

“Stay away from me.” You said before turning away to hurry to your room. You didn’t see Lorcan’s hurt expression from your harsh command. He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. But if you wanted space Lorcan would let you have it.

You locked yourself in your own bedroom for the rest of the day. You didn’t even come out for dinner. A little after seven there was a knock on your door. “Y/n,” Fenrys calls out. You didn’t want to hear it. “Go away Fen!” Your tone left no room for argument. He sighed and shuffled away.

Rowan, who can always talk to you was shut out next. Even Gavriel. The most level headed one was turned away. But he wouldn’t give up. Gavriel came back to your room on the morning asking what happened. You whip the door open to find him with his arms crossed, an exasperated look on that gorgeous face. His tawny eyes sparkled with mischief. His face quickly fell when he noticed your puffy eyes and red cheeks.

“What?” Your voice monotone. Gavriel clears his throat trying to not let your attitude throw him off. “I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. Lorcan didn’t give us the full story and I want to help you two-“ “No.” you cut him off. You knew where this was going. Gavriel wanted to help you two come to a compromise so you could fix whatever has happened between you. Not this time.

“That’s not how it’s going to work this time. Until Lorcan can be a big boy and have a conversation with me himself I’m not speaking to any of you. The male is 400 years old.” You slam the door in Gavriel’s face so hard his hair flys back.

Lorcan feels guilty. He really does, but he hates admitting he’s wrong. Gavriel and Rowan told him he’s on his own and that you were right, he needs to start fixing problems with you on his own or Lorcan wouldn’t have you any more.

It took all day for Lorcan to rehearse what he is going to say to you. Fenrys laughed when he caught Lorcan talking to himself in the mirror. But the pup did give good advice, “Go with what your heart tells you. Not what you can come up with in your mind, it isn’t authentic.” When the hell did Fenrys get so wise, he thought to himself.

Taking a deep breath, Lorcan collects himself and lightly knocks on your door. “Who is it?” You call out. “It’s me, can I come in sweetheart.” He hears you groan along with the blankets shuffling as you roll over. Lorcan contained his annoyance and entered your room. You let out another loud groan and pull the blankets over your head. Lorcan makes his way over to the bed. When he sits the mattress dips a noticeably amount thanks to his large body.

“Can we talk?” He asks softly, resting a hand on your calf. “Fine.” You sit up letting the blankets fall off leaving your hair a frizzy mess. Lorcan huffs out a quiet laugh, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he reaches out to smooth out your hair. “I’m sorry I called you selfish. I was just…I didn’t understand that you needed space.”

“It’s not just my space. I just wanted you to understand that I give up a lot when you ask for me. I love you Lorcan, and I don’t want us to keep having these fights.” Lorcan cups your face and you lean into his touch. “I promise I’ll work on it. I love you sweetheart.” He leans forward kissing your forehead. “Goodnight, I’ll let you get some sleep.”

He stands ruffling your already messy hair a little. You grab his hand and pull Lorcan back to your bed. “Wait. I’ve been alone too long and I miss you guys. Can we all sleep together?” Lorcan gave you the biggest smile you’d ever seen from him. He quickly scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You giggle as he runs down the hall to your shared room with the boys.

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