#fenrys x reader fluff

[shadowdaddies]

Hello!!! Can I please request a Fenrys x reader fic where they realise they’re mates during the war and all that but reader and Aedion are twins so Gavriel is also obviously her father and just how they deal with the messiness of the situation but also with lots of fluff from all sides? Thank you so much 💚💚💚

I LOVE this request; it took me a minute to figure out how to make it fluffy just because Empire of Storms is so intense but this is such a cool idea; I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it💜

Reunited

Fenrys x Reader (ft. Daddy Gavriel)

Your world flipped upside down when Adarlan conquered Terrasen. Managing to escape with your brother, Aedion, the two of you formed a plan to infiltrate the Kingdom of Adarlan, developing rebel forces for when you were reunited with your cousin, Aelin.

Aedion took over as general of the Bane, filling his ranks with those who sympathized with your cause, while you worked your way up in the palace as a servant. Your duties, ranging from cleaning rooms to becoming a handmaid to the Queen, provided great intel for Aedion that allowed the Bane to stage battles. 

When Aelin returned, you aided in her rescue of Aedion, joining her and Rowan on their journey to Skull’s Bay from that point. 

It was in Rolfe’s office when your world turned upside down. You stood alongside Rowan as Aelin pitched her deal to Rolfe to join forces against Erawan. And then the door opened, revealing two males who made your heartbeat stutter for different reasons. 

You recognized your father immediately, and he you, when your tawny eyes locked with his. He stumbled forward, a gasp leaving his lips as you stared at each other. Rowan stepped protectively in front of you, one hand on your wrist as he stared down the famous Lion, the legendary member of Maeve’s cadre, Gavriel.

“Please, let me see her,” Gavriel pleaded with Rowan, his gaze struggling to meet yours around Rowan’s hulking form. 

“Rowan, it’s fine,” you whispered. You hadn’t held the same animosity towards your father as your brother, Aedion had, as you always believed he had a reason for leaving you. This was your opportunity to learn it.

Rowan turned to you, his gaze softening at the hope in your eyes. “He is blood-sworn to Maeve. He can only deny her will to an extent, and I will not let him hurt you.”

Your eyes flicked to the other male in the room, losing your balance as you stumbled backward at the look in his eyes. Fenrys watched you, awe etched on his face as he, too, moved towards you.

Rowan growled, Aelin leaping up from Rolfe’s seat where she lounged as they moved in front of you in a protective stance.

“It’s okay,” Fenrys promised, his gaze never leaving yours. “She’s my mate.” Tears formed at your eyes, the instant connection you felt towards the striking male in front of you breaking your guard down.

“Please, Row,” you tugged against his grip, desperate to meet the two males you were sure would be the most important in your life.

Rowan looked down at you, pure fae instinct in his eyes as he turned to the members of his cadre, every bit the legendary warrior as which he was known. “What are your orders from Maeve?” he demanded.

Gavriel spoke first, his voice like something from a long-lost dream, a memory from a past life that you longed for. “We were ordered to find Lorcan and kill him. If you can help us fail in finding him, we can assist you for as long as possible. Please, Rowan, Aelin, let me meet her.”

After a long, tense moment, Rowan and Aelin nodded to each other, parting ways as you now saw clearly the two males ahead of you. Your father moved towards you first, his dark tattoos in contrast to his golden hair the first thing you noticed as you rushed towards each other. He was warm, broad, muscular arms pulling you into his lithe form as you wrapped your own around him. This is home, you thought, holding back the tears as you allowed yourself to simply feel. 

Gavriel didn’t move, waiting until you reluctantly pulled away enough to look up at him. “I have so much to explain to you. So much that I wish I could take back...”

You shook your head, a small smile gracing your lips to silence him. “We will get to all of that - later. For now, I just want to know you,” you whispered, leaning up to press a kiss to your father’s cheek before turning your gaze to the male in the corner.

Breathing was difficult as you took in the extraordinary beauty of him. Blonde curls fell around bewildered, onyx eyes that locked in on you. The world spun around the two of you as his gaze held you in place. “My mate,” you whispered, moving towards him slowly, as though your feet moved of their own accord, your body drawn towards him.

Fenrys simply nodded, swallowing as his chest moved with each deep breath. A chuckle from where Rowan and Aelin stood drew the two of you from your trance, and you turned to see the amusement written on Rowan’s face. “Fen, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you so stricken,” he teased.

You turned, enjoying the blush on the handsome male’s face. Biting your lip, you dared to bring a hand to the golden-brown skin of his cheek. With a slight giggle, you joked, “it’s nice to meet you, Fenrys.” He nodded, transfixed on you.

Gavriel cleared his throat, clearly refraining from his fatherly protective instincts as he leaned backwards slightly. “I’ve never... scented a mating bond quite so strong,” he noted, lip slightly curling as his glance flicked to Rowan and Aelin. They nodded in agreement, smiling encouragingly at you as they held their hands up, covering the scent from their noses.

“A strong bond, indeed,” Fenrys spoke softly, stepping forwards towards you as his fingertip grazed your jawline. A slight shift in movement from your father drew you out of the moment, stepping back as you giggled nervously at your newfound family, and mate.

Rolfe rolled his eyes, shooing the group of you out the door as Aelin sent him a wink. “Let’s go figure this out elsewhere,” Rowan grumbled, guiding you outside. The group settled at a pub downstairs, where you sat in between Gavriel and Fenrys, a deep peace settling through you as you enjoyed the presence of two males who cared about you more than you’d ever dreamed.

Part II | Part III

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[danikamariewrites]

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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[rowaelinsdaughter]

I had an idea and thought you'd be perfect for this! What about a modern au with Fenrys, and he falls in love with the barista at a coffee shop? Maybe he goes in one day with a friend, see's her, and keeps coming back but doesn't really like coffee or something along those lines?

Love you <3 I hope you're having a great day!

coffee and books

a/n; when i tell u i couldnt stop writing this, i mean it. this is simply the best idea someone has ever told me!!! i love fenrys with all my heart, i need to write more about him, and this au??? AMAZING!!! love u so much 💌😭

WARNINGS;; none

if there was something fenrys didn't like, it was coffee.

unlike aelin, who liked everything, coffee was not something he was passionate about… or so she thought.

aelin thought she knew all the bookstores in terrasen... she thought, it was the key word, since she had never heard of Book Nook Cafe. your cafe and bookstore. where people could enjoy different coffees from all over the world while reading their favorite book or could rent one that you had there.

and that was where aelin and fenrys were headed.

“you know i don't like coffee. why do you want me to go with you?”

“they don't just have coffee. the specialty is coffee, but i have seen the menu and they have more drinks. they also have different chocolate desserts”

fenrys rolls his eyes and aelin winks at him. “admit it, you only go there for the chocolate, books don't interest you”

aelin smacks his arm and he whines slightly, cursing under his breath.

a few minutes later they arrive at the cafeteria and see that there are many more people than they thought, but even so, they manage to sit at a free table.

the place is cozy, full of shelves but without cluttering the entire place, just enough and necessary. a wall near the entrance displays the different coffees in jars and a screen above the counter advertises the different drinks and foods.

“they even have a “menu” of books. without a doubt this has become my favorite place”

fenrys rolls his eyes and aelin watches as he remains fixed in place.

god she is beautiful

that's the first thing he thinks when he sees you. a dark green shirt, a light brown apron tied around your waist and your hair tied up in a long braid, from which some hairs were escaping. you were only wearing that and fenrys had been captivated.

you approach the table with a warm smile. “hello and welcome to Book Nook Café. do you know what you are going to take?”

“i'm going to have a frappuccino with a piece of chocolate cake with cream”

you write down their request in your notebook. “perfect and you?”

“please forget the formalities. call me fenrys.”

“okay fenrys. what do you want to drink?"

“i'm going to have hot chocolate and for dessert… surprise me”

“very good” you finish writing down the order “i'll bring it right away”

you turn to head to the kitchen and as soon as you enter you lean against the wall. you take a breath and release it little by little. you rest your hands on your cheeks and notice that they are a little warm. god, you had turned red in front of him. after a few seconds you manage to recover and tell your friend and cook the order.

what you don't know is that aelin was bothering fenrys because she realized he liked you.

and that's how fenrys began to visit the cafeteria more often, and the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. after 3 months, fenrys had decided to ask you out. that week it had been your turn to man the counter and prepare the coffees, so fenrys had decided to occupy the seat closest to the coffee machine so he could talk to you.

“good morning beautiful”

“good morning fen. as usual?"

"no. today i want to try one of your best coffees”

“wow, i didn't expect that. and, what is the reason for this sudden change?”

“do i have to have a reason?” he says, resting his arms and moving closer to you. you imitate his position while keeping your distance. “well, someone would say that you only come here to see me.”

“is there a problem if so?”

you smile and separate yourself to start preparing the coffee. you turn your back on him and see fenrys take a breath to try to calm his nerves. "do you want to go out with me?"

you stop abruptly and slowly turn to look at him. fenrys plays with his hands, waiting for you to answer him.

a smile begins to appear on your lips. “wow, i thought you would never say it. i was thinking of asking you.”

fenrys laughs nervously.

“my shift ends in 15 minutes.”

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that was 6 months ago and every week fenrys took you to a different place. to the movies, to the park, to eat, to visit museums... and with every moment you fell more in love with him. he was the perfect partner... the problem was that he hadn't asked you, but you were determined to ask him.

that day you didn't have to work, so fenrys had decided to spend the day with you at your house. at that moment fenrys was making dinner and you couldn't stop looking at him. you couldn't help but notice the muscles on his back, the grace with which he moved in the kitchen, his blonde hair tied up in a bun that makes him look younger than he already is.

“how come you didn't become a cook?”

“at first i wanted to be a cook but when i finished studying and what happened to my brother happened… i knew i wanted to help people, so i became a psychologist”

“well, let me tell you, you would have been an excellent cook.”

fenrys leaves the food on the table and you notice a kiss on your hair.

after dinner you decide to go for a walk in the park. the night was perfect, although it was not cold, it was not very hot either, the temperature was perfect. families take advantage of the summer night to walk, eat ice cream or watch a play.

side by side you walk until you find a bench.

you look at the sky and observe the full moon in all its splendor.

“the moon is beautiful, don't you think?”

“yes, it is beautiful”

you turn to look at fenrys and he is already looking at you.

“fenrys…” “[name]...”

fenrys takes your hand. “you know, i've never felt that way about someone. the last relationship, if you can call it that, that i had was disastrous and i never thought i would find someone i wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but then you came along and all that changed.” his other hand cups your cheek and turns your head so you look at him.

his thumb collects a tear that you didn't know had escaped. you rest your hand on top of his. "i want to do everything with you. i want to wake up with you every morning, i want to hug you and be able to tell you that i love you, make you food and see you enjoy it…”

he approaches you and rests his forehead with yours. “let me be yours”

the lump in your throat doesn't let you speak, you decide to kiss him. at that moment fireworks start and you notice a bridge that connects you to fenrys. the mating bond.

you separate and rest your forehead with his.

“hello, mate”

“hello, mate”

tags;; @danikamariewrites @vanserrasswife @shadowdaddies @thehighladywrites

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[allyjoe755]

These Small Hours

fenrys x reader

A/N: Chosen by polls. If you would like another poll-chosen story, like/reblog/comment below

Word Count: 513

Warnings: slight PTSD.

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You woke up to screams.

Big, horrible, gasping shrieks in the middle of the night.

Your eyes snapped open as adrenaline filled your chest, quickly spreading to the rest of your body.

Oh, Gods, please, no—

Lying beside you, Fenrys’ eyes were screwed shut, his cheeks wet with tears, his body dampened by sweat. His fingers raked across the sheets of the bed, his chest heaving with large breaths.

In your chest, your heart tore ever so slightly.

You placed a hand on Fenrys’ shoulder, your thumb moving back and forth.

“Fenrys,” you began softly. “Fenrys, it’s alright.” 

You scooted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his torso.

“Fenrys, it’s just a dream. Fenrys.”

Even in his sleep, he shuffled to wrap an arm around you. It helped. His breathing was still quick and ragged, but slowly and surely, it was slowing. His cries were softer now. They would fade soon enough, you knew.

It helped to not wake him up during times like these. You had learned that the hard way, when you, not having experienced this before, had in a panic shaken him awake– causing his panic to grow, small injuries to occur, for him to lose substantial sleep for nearly a week.

You had apologized profusely for weeks after. Fenrys had only said that it was his fault the nightmares happened in the first place.

But it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t, and it had taken months to convince him of that. Even now, you were sure there were times when he still doubted. That was alright. You knew that it would take time.

Just like this. It had taken you so many times, so many sleepless nights, so many tears, to realize how to best support Fenrys when nights like these came.

So, for now, you just let your head rest on Fenrys’ chest. His cries had ended. You listened to his heartbeat slow back to an even, steady, calm rhythm. Your own body calmed down from its abrupt awakening as Fenrys breathed in and out, in and out.

Perhaps, in the morning, he would tell you what he had dreamt– the terrors that had visited him in the night. There were days he would, and days he wouldn’t. You didn’t push him.

He would heal in his own time. For now, you would walk alongside him through it.

In his sleep, Fenrys ran his hand down your arm until he found your hand. He squeezed it.

“I’m here,” you whispered back. You weren’t sure, if through his sleep, he heard you. In fact, you were quite positive that he couldn’t. Even still, you spoke the words– said them out loud, even if it was just to remind yourself that you weren’t going anywhere.

The man beside you was broken, and bruised, but it didn’t make him any less whole. It didn’t make him any less loved.

You pressed a kiss to the skin above Fenrys’ heart.

It didn’t make him any less capable of love.

“I’m here,” you repeated, before allowing yourself to fall back into sleep.

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[juulle987]

THRONE OF WOLVES

I’m scared of loosing you

⋆ ✶ ★ ☾ ★ ✶ ⋆ Fenrys Moonbeam x Niamh

summary: Hiking is fun, especially in the lovely nature of the Lake District, England, UK. But what if all of the sudden a portal opens and you find yourself in the world of ToG? 

words: 4.2k

warnings: angst, mentions of mental health problems, fluff fluff fluff, Maeve’s a bitch, nudeness, Fenrys Moonbeam (that male is so hot, he’s a warning in himself)

note: English is not my first language, so apologise for any mistakes. This one shot may turn into a little story. Depending on how I feel.

One last time I check if I’ve got everything for today’s hike. Enough water. Food and snacks. Sun cream. Very important. First aid kit. Mobile phone. Power bank. Smart watch. All charged and ready to go. Shades. A change of clothes, and clothes in case it gets rainy or cold. Which I highly doubt, but you never know. You never know. I decided to hike my way up from the town centre in Keswick to Surprising View. It should take me one and a half to two hours. So yeah, not too long but one of the most beautiful hikes I’ve ever been on. It’s the last week of my summer holidays and I want to make the most of it before I go back to work. Hearing children cry, scream, poo and wee all the time. Gods, I love working in a nursery. 

Before I leave the Royal Oak Hotel I make sure to book a table for tonight. I’ll be starving. I’ll need food.

I make my way up to Surprising View, and already the hike there is amazing. I just love being in the nature. It is a usually hot day and so I have to do a few more breaks than I intended to. I sit down by a small stream, take my flask out of my rucksack and take a big drink of water. This was so well needed. As I look around I can’t help but admire the beauty of the nature. Bees. Butterflies. Bugs. If I could I would move far far away, in the middle of nowhere. Just me, myself and I. But as I can’t, I’m enjoying moments like this even more.

After a while I get up and continue my way. When I finally arrive at Surprising View the view is literally taking my breath away. As it always does. No matter how often I come here. I already know where I want to sit down and have a break. Read a bit. Eat and drink something. On my way there I walk along all the trees until I reach a twin tree. Two trees grown together as they are so close together. I decide to walk straight through them. I’m even thinking about bringing a hammock the next time and putting it in between these two. It would make an amazing relaxing place for me. 

As soon as I step through the trees something feels off. I can still see my surroundings but they seem to be blurred out. It stills feels as I’m here, but somehow not. I blink once and all of a sudden I’m surrounded by forest. A different forest than it was on my way here. It’s quiet. Too quiet. I turn around to try to walk through the trees again, but they are gone. I must be dreaming. That’s the only explanation I’ve got. I hear some weird noises and it’s clear that this is definitely not a dream. I’m sweating even more. Not knowing where I am. Or what the hell is going on. I take my phone out of my pocket - no service. Of course. After a moment of contemplating I decide to make my way out of this forest. After about twenty minutes of walking I end up in an open clearing. In front of a small hill. Well, that’s a start. This at least means that somewhere around someone must live. At least I really hope so. I walk uphill and as soon as I’m standing a top, I see a huge villa? No, that’s too small for a villa. A castle? I’ve never seen a castle before, but I assume that by the size… It’s huge. Did I already say that?  I see something that looks like a street and decide to follow it towards the castle. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? As I approach the gates, which are golden, of course, I can finally hear other voices. My heart jumps in my chest at the prospect of help. I start going faster, making my way closer and closer to my current destination.

Just as I was about to walk through the gates, a huge white wolf appears in front of me. All I can see are his beautiful onyx coloured eyes. And for whatever reason I’m not even afraid of him. Do I like wolves? Yes. Do I even have a wolf tattoo all over my left arm? Also yes. Do I just want to get closer to him and snuggle myself into his fur? Fuck yes.

“Who are you?” 

Did- did the wolf just speak? I feel like getting dizzy. The world around me blurring. I can’t seem to concentrate on one point to calm myself down. That’s when I see the wolf turning into a human being. 

Next thing I know is me waking up in an unknown bed. As soon as I opened my eyes, I want to close them again. It’s just too bright in here. Protectively I put a hand over my eyes to let them adjust.  Even though my eyes don’t want to work, my eyes work perfectly. I can make out several voices. Men and women. 

“Who is she?” “Where does she come from?” “Why is she here? Have you had any letters, Aelin?” “No, I did not, Rowan. Did you?” “Where exactly did you find her, Fenrys?” “At the gates. She was just walking around. Trying to go through.” “I didn’t just try to walk through!” I spit. Not able to contain any of my emotions. I slowly open my eyes. I’m greeted with a women with blonde hair, dressed in, what I suppose, are training clothes. A man with white hair. His entire left side of his face covered in tattoos. And next to him…

“You are the wolf.” “You’re quite clever, little one, aren’t you?” “Well, I’m trying my best after being thrown into”, I point around at my surroundings, “this. Where am I even? And who are you?” “Why don’t you answer our questions first?” It was the wolf man speaking again. For fox’s sake! What are we playing here? Ringelpiez mit anfassen oder was? I roll my eyes and nod. “Who are you?” “Niamh.” “Of?” ”What do you mean of?” “Where are you from?”  “Lancaster. England. United Kingdom.” “Where on earth is that?”

I wondered if they really are that stupid or if they are Americans.

“In Europe. You know, the continent?”

All I see is them looking at me as if I’d be nuts.

“How did you get here?”

So I tell them the story. All three of them just look at me. Not able to say anything.  Until Aelin finally breaks the silence: “So you are telling us you came through a portal and that you’re from a different world?”

I nod.

“Do you remember where it was?” Asks Rowan.

“In the forest? When I turned around to go through it again, it was gone. Look, I’m really sorry to put of all you through this trouble. I will just get my things and leave. Thank you for your hospitality.” I make to get up, out of bed. I make my way over to my things and shoulder my rucksack. Just as I’m about to leave, Fenrys grabs me by my arm. I look up at him and once again am fascinated by his onyx eyes. They seem to draw me in closer. A feeling I’ve never felt before. He looks down my sleeve tattoo and his eyes stay at the wolf head. Then his eyes go up to mine again and he says “You’re staying.”

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It has been nearly a year since I ended up in Orynth. Terrassen. Erilea. A world full of wonders. Fae. Demi-Fae. Fae warriors. Witches. Whatnot. Whenever she’s got time Aelin teaches me. So does Rowan. I met all of Aelin’s family and friends. Hence how I know about witches and all that kind of stuff. But the one that is constantly by my side - and in my mind - is Fenrys. He really helped me adapting to the situation. To settle into this new world. I can’t deny that I’ve grown close to him. It’s like… 

Something nudges me on my cheek before liking a big stripe down my face. I’m currently lying in the grass, enjoying the sunshine during this wonderful warm summer day. I open my eyes to see Fenrys sitting next to me. His white fur gleaming in the sun. A cocky smile on his face. I motion for him to lay down too, and as he does he puts his head on my chest. Demanding that I caress his head. This are the moments I enjoy the most. Just knowing that he’s here. 

“I had a child yesterday at work… Holy!” Fenrys looks up as to tell me to continue.  “They injured another child so badly, we had to call in a healer. Not to mention that their parents were more than just furious.” Once again Fenrys nudges me.  “I know it wasn’t my fault, I wasn’t even in the room when it happened. But I still feel responsible.”

A gleam of light indicates that Fenrys is turning back into his Fae form. Butt naked. I roll my eyes and take one of his underwear shorts out of my bag to throw it at him.

“Last night you had no problems seeing me naked.”  “Because you’re always naked. And you had a nightmare. Do you really think in that situation I only got eyes for your dick?” I raise an eyebrow, looking straight at him. He’s still holding his underpants in his hands. His abs beautifully sculptured. Muscles in all the right places. That sexy V-line going down his hips to his private area… I have to bite my lower lip not to act on some primal urge.

“Certainly you’ve got that now.” Fenrys replies with a wink. “Because he’s pointing straight at me.” His cock is standing in attention. I can’t deny that it isn’t a sight I don’t like to indulge in. But maybe not necessarily here in public.

“He likes you just as much as his owner.”

I can feel my cheeks blush. Fenrys and I - we are friends. He helped me to get acquainted with this new live and I help him with his nightmares. It wasn’t long after I first stepped foot into this world that I heard screaming throughout the castle. It came from Fenrys’s room. When I opened the door I knew what was going on. I woke him from his nightmare and held him, all night long. While he remained in his wolf form. And it’s been like that ever since. Sometimes I feel like Fenrys is like an older brother. On the other hand I can’t deny my feelings for him. I wouldn’t dare to act on my feelings. I’m too scared that once I allow myself to open up to him, I’ll vanish through a portal again. Never to see him again.

Reluctantly he puts his boxers on and starts: “Niamh, you know you’re an amazing teacher. It is not your fault that the other staff is incapable of handling children.” “But it would’ve come back to me. As head of the department.” He sits down and takes me into his arms. As soon as his familiar scent hits me, I start to relax. “Is anything going to happen now?” His head rests on top of mine. Kissing me briefly on my head. “I have to send my staff to a special training. And for the curse of two months there always has to be someone in the room supervising my staff. Means, if I need a toilet or go for my break or have to do other things, I first have to get cover.”  “But that’s impossible.” “I know. That’s why I already thought about wearing nappies again.”

Both Fenrys and I start laughing at that. I can feel his vibrations flowing through my body. Listening to his heartbeat, smelling and feeling him, making me feel safe. Lulling me into a peaceful twenty minute nap. When I wake up my head rests on his chest. His arm wrapped around me, as my arm wrapped around his waist. My legs tangled with his. I open my eyes slowly, looking up at him. His eyes are closed but I know he’s not sleeping. All I can do is admiring his beauty. His wonderful golden locks. His nose. Those lips. I always wonder if they are as soft as I imagine them to be. The twin scars on his face. During his sleepless nights he has told me nearly all the stories about the Cadre, Maeve, Aelin and Rowan, the Valgs, about the time Aelin was in an iron coffin and Fenrys stayed by her side in his wolf form, how he got his scars and his Gavriel tattoo. The only thing he doesn’t talk about often is his twin brother. And he never talks about what Maeve did to both of them, but especially Fenrys. Nevertheless I can feel his fear and disgust each and every time he dreams of her. And each and every time I wish I could take those memories away from him. To let him finally live freely. Without the shackles of his past. 

I don’t dare to move. Just relishing in the feeling of having him so close. I’m aware what we look like and I’m also aware of what the others think. I want to tell him how much I’ve fallen for him. How much I love him. But I can’t. The constant fear of being thrown back into my own world - always present. 

“I can hear you thinking.” “I’m sorry. I should better be going anyway.” “Don’t you like me as a pillow?” I can feel the smirk on his face. “No, Fenrys Moonbeam, I love you as my personal pillow very much, thank you. But I’ve got to get ready with the other. And so do you.”Fenrys lets out a huff. Tonight is the yearly summer ball. You can compare it to midsummer in our world. But as we live in a castle, it’s more extravagant, so to speak. I try to get up but Fenrys pulls me back in. Both his hands now resting on my hips. “Will you allow me to dance with you tonight, my lady?” A smile forming across my face as I reply: “Of course, my Prince Charming.”  Our faces are so close that my heart starts beating faster. If he would kiss me now, I wouldn’t find the strength in me to resists. But instead I pull away from him, get up, gather my things and bid him goodbye. 

The room is filled with laughter, perfume, alcohol and all of Aelin’s female friends and family. Most of them are already dressed and dolled up for later. I can’t deny it, but Aelin in her golden dress just looks breathtakingly beautiful. Next to her, in my plain black dress I more feel like I’m invisible. Which I don’t necessarily mind. Less attention.

“So, are you finally going to tell Fen what you truly feel for him?” Lysandra brings me back from my thoughts into the here and now. I shake my head.  “Why not?” It is Elise asking while she puts her long hair into a braid. “I’m not from this world. What if a portal opens and I just slip through. I’d loose him, I’d loose all of you forever. I- I just can’t.” “Oh Niamh.” Now it’s Aelin speaking. “I do not know how that must feel for you. All I know is how it feels to fear not to see your loved ones ever again. If you don’t act now, you’d might regret it in the future though. No matter what your future still got in store for you.” Aelin makes me think. By now I know all the stories about how they met each other. Aelin and Rowan. Lysandra and Aedion. Elide and Lorcan. Dorian and Manon.  Elide. Lorcan. Dorian. Manon. Those four names keep repeating in my head.  Two humans. One Demi-Fae. One Witch.  The longer I think about it, the scarier it gets. Even if I should be lucky to never return to my old life, I’ll die nonetheless. Fenrys is 144 years old. I’m 27. He will live for nearly forever. I’ll die in approximately 60 years. Already now I cannot imagine a life without him anymore. How is it going to be when we’ve lived so many decades together? I have to swallow hard as not to start crying. I want to enjoy this evening. I want to dance and eat and drink. I want to have fun with my friends. Who, by now, are more like a family. With one last deep breath I straighten myself, as to signalling that I am ready to go. All together we walk from our room, in which we got ready, to the main location. It is the ball hall in the castle. For this event it has been decorated beautifully with lots and lots of fae lights, candles and flowers everywhere. The outside area is also decorated. A white fabric tent in the middle of the garden, decorated with lots of, again, fae lights and candles. Fluffy cushions and blankets are laid across the floor, making it very inviting. Some chairs, daybeds and other very comfortable looking sitting (or lying down) options have been added all around the tent. Torches all around. Making everything look like in a fairytale. Being honest this is how I feel right now. Like being in the middle of a fairytale. 

As soon as we enter the hall all eyes are on us. Or maybe just on Aelin and her dress. Which again is absolutely gorgeous. Rowan is coming closer towards his wife, taking her into his and leading her to their thrones. 

“Thank you everyone for joining us this year. As you all know I’m not a huge fan of speeches, so let the party begin!” And with that the music starts, people start dancing. Children are running around. This is amazing. All of my friends have found their partners and are either dancing, eating or having conversations with others. I look around the room but cannot seem to find Fenrys. So I make my way to the drinks. Can’t say no to a nice glass of wine. As I’m standing on the edge of the dance floor I can feel a presence coming up behind me. Shortly after I can smell the so familiar scent of him - Fenrys. His arms wrap around my waist, his head resting on my shoulder.

“You look … you just look breathtakingly beautiful.” “I’d like to say the same, but unfortunately I can’t.” He knows what I mean and twirls me around so I can face him. My breath catches in my throat for a few long seconds. He’s wearing black leather pants, a black button up shirt that reveals his muscled chest. His hair hanging over his shoulder. His too well known smirk on his lips. “Do you like what you see? Take a picture of it so it lasts longer.” We both laugh at that little joke. After I arrived here I showed him my phone and took a picture of us. One of my fondest memories. “Would you like to dance?” He holds his hand open for me. I place my glass on the table before I take his hand. He then leads me onto the dance floor, apparently just in time for a slow dance. It is by no means the first time we’ve dance together, but somehow this feels different. We are so close to each other, I can feel his breath on my skin. His one hand rests on the small of my back, while his other is holding my hand. My other hand is slung around his shoulder. In swift moves Fenrys swirls us around the dance floor. I’m so totally and completely lost in the moment that all I can see is him. Unfortunately that’s also the moment I can feel my anxiety and panic raise. It is getting harder for me to breathe. I need to get out of here. Now. I untangle myself from Fenrys’s grip and as fast as my feet can carry me I run outside. I need fresh air. I need to be able to breathe again. I find somewhere where I can be on my own. I feel like drowning. Feel like suffocating. I have to remind myself of my breathing technique:

Breathe in Breathe out for four seconds Breathe in Breathe out for seven seconds Breathe in Breathe out for ten seconds

I do this until I can feel my heart slowing down again. Allowing me to breathe again. But not for too long. Once again he is standing behind me. Watching me. And I’ve got no fucking idea what to do. I can feel that he his getting closer. Now standing right behind me. He doesn’t reach for me. He is just there.

After a while he asks so silently it’s barely a whisper: “What are you afraid of?”

I don’t have it in me to turn around. My hands are balled into fists. Then relaxing. Fists again. After calming myself down and noticing that I started crying, I turn around and face him.

“I’m scared of losing you. I’m scared that one day a portal will open. That I’ll never see you again. I’m afraid that- that I fall for you even more than I already have. I’m scared that-“ I swallow, breathing out. “I’m scared that one day I will love you even more than I already do. Just to never see you again.” My tears are flowing freely over my eyes. I’m unable to stop crying. Fenrys cups my cheeks. Wiping some of the tears away. His forehead on mind. Our noses touching. “I’ve been falling for you the moment I saw you walking through those gates. Since that day a year ago I never wanted to spend a day without you by my side. I want to spend my life with you. And even if I get to only spend a day with you, it still will be the best of my life. Niamh, I love you.” “You- you mean that?” “Each and every word. After spending a hundred years under and with Maeve, I never thought that one day I’ll be able to find - you. To find love. To find someone I can open up to. Someone who- who will be there for me. Whenever I need you, you are there. You are the one guiding me through my night terrors. Never judging me. Never pushing me. Niamh, I’m so utterly and completely lost in you. I’d be a fool to let you go.”

My hands, which were resting on his chest, now grab his shirt and my lips crash onto his. Fenrys kisses me back and the kiss turns into something more than just passion. It’s longing. Desire. Happiness. Love. Future.

Fenrys’s hands move down my body. Exploring it in a way he’s never done before. When he reaches my thighs and cups them, I know he’s going to lift me up and I let him. My legs wrapping around his waist, my arms now wrapped around his head, tangled in his hair. First when neither of us can breathe anymore we part our lips.

“I love you, Fenrys.”

Once again our lips and tongues connect and I can feel something strange happening within my chest. I’m so confused that I stop kissing him. He notices and puts me down, without letting go of me.

“You are my mate.”

My eyes widen as his words leave his mouth. I’m his mate. Now everything makes sense. Why I felt so drawn to him. Why I had to think about him all the time. Why I just can’t fucking be without him. . 

“That is if you even want me as your mate.” “Oh Fen, don’t be ridiculous. Of course I don’t.” The way I say it he knows I’m playing with him. He scoops me up again and twirls us around. His laughter so warm and full of love. I don’t ever want to leave his arms ever again. I don’t ever not want to feel his lips on mine. I don’t ever want to leave this place.  I’ve got no idea how much time has passed. And being quite honest, I don’t care either. 

“Do you- do you want to go back inside?” I contemplate for a second before looking at him.  “Naaah, not really. But I’d like to test your claim of your indestructible bed.” “As you wish, my lady.”

(The only way Fenrys and I tested the bed that night was my cuddling and kissing. I do know how difficult it for him, even after all these years, to commit to something as huge as intimacy. But I’m willing to give him the time he needs. The last thing I want to happen is me being a second Maeve. He’s my little Moon Moon after all 🥰)

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[throneofsapphics]

Hey do you still write for fenrys? I haven't seen you writing for him in a long time but they were so good<33 If you still write for him, can we get some fluff ? :))

busy mornings 

Fenrys x Reader

Summary: Fenrys tries to convince you to sleep in. 

Warnings: none 

A/N: ahh thank you! I still write for him, i just haven't as much recently, here's a little fluff drabble

“Come here,” he grumbled from your bed, his deep voice rough with sleep. 

The sheets were down just far enough to reveal his muscled brown chest, golden hair strewn all over, messier than your own, and one hand extended out in front of him, the other curled under his pillow. 

It was too tempting, and your teeth tugged on your bottom lip, glancing between him and the clock. One hour seems like plenty of time, but you still had to eat breakfast, wake yourself up, and manage to look presentable. 

“You know I can’t.” With great effort, you managed to turn back to the mirror, trying to rake a brush through your hair. 

Sneaking up so quickly and quietly you didn’t notice, strong arms wrapped around your stomach, brush clattering to the floor. Your feet left the ground as you squealed, then you were flying through the air. Bouncing on the bed, a laugh bubbled out from your chest as he followed you back. 

“I really can’t.” 

“I’ll make up an excuse,” he slipped back under the covers, expecting you to follow. A sigh, and you swung your legs back over the side of the bed. An arm wrapped around your chest, and you were tugged back - maneuvered under the sheets with a few quick movements. 

“I don’t get to see you for a week,” he growled, “and now she’s stealing you again.” 

“We’ve been together the last two days,” you poked his chest. “And it’s not stealing, I have work to do.” 

A realization hit you just a moment later. “You’re supposed to be there too.” He ignored that, in favor of drawing you in closer. He was warm, and you were already tired. “A few minutes.” 

-

“Wake up fuckers,” a pounding on your door woke you. Aedion. Aelin must’ve sent him. 

“We’re naked,” Fenrys drawled. 

“We are not.” 

“For fucks sake,” he said under his breath. “Hurry up, or we’ll all be in trouble.” 

Another pound on the door, and footsteps retreated. He still hadn’t left. You’d moved across Orynth for this privacy, but they still managed to show up at your door uninvited. 

“I hope you have a good excuse,” you whispered, and tugged the sheets down, shoving away from him. This time, you managed to dart out of his reach and into the bathroom before he could catch you. “I’m taking your key back,” you yelled loud enough for the other male to hear. 

#fenrys moonbeam x y/n #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x y/n #fenrys x reader #throne of glass drabble #throne of glass imagine

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Can I request a Rowan whitethorn x f-reader

Lots of fluff and comfort from rowan reader is overwhelmed and overworked but is such a people pleaser and has a hard time saying no to people and rowan steps in and also helps reader with everything and helps her realx

Rowan Whitethorn x Reader

Summary: (request)

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Y/n groans as she opens the door to her apartment. Her bag hits the floor with a dull thud as she haphazardly tosses it on the floor. She would properly deal with it in the morning. It could wait, she was exhausted from a busy day.

It had started simple enough. She was only supposed to be doing simple tasks in the Wendlyn village. She had already been exhausted, having recently returned from a trip to do scouting in another country for Maeve.

It hadn't ended that way though. She had wound up unable to tell anyone no. She had helped everyone that had asked. How was she supposed to turn down Fenrys when he asked for help with some stitch work? How was she supposed to say no when she was called down to Mistward to help for the day? She couldn't. That seemed to be the issue.

Y/n snapped to attention as she noticed something unusual. Rowan was sitting on her couch. He wasn't supposed to have returned from his travels for another two weeks.

Her lips quirked up in a smile, she quickly walked over to the couch. She curled up on the couch next to him. Allowing her eyes to flutter closed as she rested her head against his shoulder.

"I thought you were taking it easy after your trip," Rowan says quietly. The sound of his voice makes Y/n open her eyes. She looks up at him before speaking.

"I was... In Mistward." She groaned. Rowan would pry the truth out of her no matter what she tried to tell him.

Rowan shifted so that Y/n was practically laying half in his lap. She gave him a tired smile and he sighed. His eyebrows here drawn together, in concern. He was always worried about her.

"Why were you in Mistward?" He asked, his voice more irritated than before. His eyes practically pierced through her skin. It felt like he could see through her.

"It was busy. There were quite a few new half faes that entered recently. They all need training, I was just helping out a little bit!" She said, trying to defend her actions.

Rowan shook his head, looking away from her. She could feel the irritation radiating off of his body. The air in the room suddenly felt thick with tension. Rowan had told her many times recently, she needed to stop taking on too many things at once. Especially whenever she was already exhausted.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself," He said finally. He looked back at her, his green eyes meeting hers. "Look at you! You're exhausted. And let me guess, you are already planning on doing more tomorrow."

Y/n sat up, frowning. He was right.

His gaze softened, "I'll say no for you. We can spend tomorrow in, together." He said softly, pressing a kis to her forehead.

She nodded, leaning back onto him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, resting his head on top of hers. She let her eyes fall closed, she felt peace. Being here, with her lover, was the only time she ever felt true peace. Rowan was the exact same way.

"I love you. And you're doing so much more than you need too. You take care of everyone else. Let me take care of you," He said.

She smiled against his shoulder, "I love you too." His words made her feel worlds better. She always felt like she wasn't doing enough, that she had to take care of everyone else.

It was nice for someone to take care of her instead.

#rowan whitethorn #rowan whitethorn x reader #Rowan whitethorn fanfic #tog fandom #heir of fire #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass x reader

[saphirered]

Hi can you do Cinnamon sweet and library as prompts for a Gavriel X reader fic please 🌸

Hello there dearie! Be ready for some good old fluff and cuteness! 😘

Gavriel has found himself dwelling among the stacks more often than not. His companions have not made it easier on him, claiming it’s become the first place they look and are right to find him there. That is not even to mention the helpful librarian who always seems to know exactly where to find him, or rather the two are in the near vicinity of each other, often engaged in deep conversation about the latest point of interest, going over collection together. It surely is a sight to behold; the weathered warrior, the cunning diplomat arms filled with heavy tomes and piles of scrolls following behind someone so unlike him, yet the puzzle pieces fit so right. The cadre has not let down their bullying regardless. Gavriel has taken the brunt of this but every once in a while one of them will dare to make a comment in your presence and he’d be lying if he said the flush across your cheeks isn’t a pleasant sight to behold. 

He isn’t entirely a lovesick puppy. Not like Fenrys at least. He simply enjoys your company and sharing this wondrous world you’ve built; your mind, your knowledge and insight far beyond any he’s encountered leaves him longing for more. You’ve given him so much more. It started simply, a soft touch here, a flirty comment there, on accident he swears because you have him run his mouth before he can carefully pick his words; a dangerous feat but one that’s made you both flustered for better or worse. You’ve not been one to shy away from these advances. Some might say you say these things intentionally. Thank the gods for that. You’ve found your place with him, have pulled him into the endless rows of shelves and told him to put his words to actions as much as your own. It might have been the first of your escapades but certainly not the last. 

After far too long, Gavriel returns to the comforts of leather-bound lore, and worn parchment. How long had it been? Months? Years? The passing days say it’s barely been a fortnight but it feels like an eternity too long. It’s still fresh, this little thing you have got going. He’s on cloud nine and if this is the honeymoon phase he never wants it to end. It’s been a fortnight since he’s last seen you, when he held you in his arms and when he stole some kisses among those shelves. A mere glance to the side and the memory replays as clear as day and he finds himself following that path. A kiss here, and there, his back against the books while you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt, the burning of your lips so pleasant. The ghost of his fingers is but a sore reminder that you’re not anywhere in sight. 

Your sight would leave in the dust the past few days and all else ceases to matter. Yet, you remain nowhere to be seen. You are not at your usual desk. Nor your little nook hidden from prying eyes. He does find books still open, page marked, and a steaming cup of tea. Cinnamon. The faint smell trails away from just the cup. It’s one akin to your own scent. Gavriel has relied on his fae senses many a time and they have saved him plenty but only now does he truly find himself thanking the gods for these gifts as they lead the path to you, every step you’ve taken since abandoning your comforts. 

How you’d love to be back in that little piece of the world you carved out for yourself, the one where no one would bother you. Alas duty calls and tomes are requested expediently and so you had to abandon your realm for this sweet purgatory. You just hope you make it back before your tea has grown cold. Mumbling to yourself you browse the sections looking for the ancient scrolls and tomes you’ve come to know so well. It’s a matter of time before you carry a heavy stack, still to collect more. Should you have grabbed a cart or perhaps dropped off the eight heavy books? Maybe but you’ve gotten this far. No way back. There’s something strangely familiar settling you with the determination to get this over with as soon as possible. You can’t quite place it. 

Gavriel hears the faint mumbling before he turns the corner. It’s distinct and makes his heart leap in ways he did not think possible. How is it you manage to have such an effect on him? How is it that when he’s even remotely near you he feels as if the world is right and everything makes sense? All matter of thought and questions fall away. His mind truly goes silent and just takes in the sight of you as beautiful as always in your usual comfortable but somewhat formal wear, balancing a stack of books between your hip and the shelf at your side, elbow atop to keep them from slipping while you leaf through another book in your hands. It’s a recipe for disaster. 

“Gavriel.” You breathe. Like a sixth sense your gaze had lifted the moment he stood within sight. Your other senses ceased to work and thus the stack you so carefully balanced came toppling down when the book in your hands slipped from your grasp. You jump and cringe though the sound of those precious irreplaceable tomes so unceremoniously crashing into the marble might as well have been nails on a chalkboard. Perhaps there is one thing that can ruin this moment. 

“As graceful as ever.” He chuckles. Of course he’s on his knees for you before you know it, if only to pick up the mess you made in this case while you stand there. The faint rush of blood through your cheeks does not go unnoticed. 

“You’re back early.” You’re not quite sure what to say. Despite all academics, all the knowledge you have managed to cram into your head to the point you could speak until your voice gave in, somehow this fae leaves you completely speechless with but a mere look. By the time you’ve recovered he’s gathered up the books you drop and is back on his feet though he does not hand you back your collection. Instead while carrying the stack, he offers his arm and an inviting expression. He makes it all look so easy. 

“And not a moment too soon it appear. Now shall we?” Formulating a sentence is a task too difficult but your actions speak far louder as you loop your arm through his and walk along the path back to the study at the library entrance, where the scholars and scribes roam freely, and where you feel mostly safe to abandon them lest they mess up your library. A rather intimidating sight last Gavriel encountered you facing someone who placed back some tomes in the wrong place and they were lost for a few days. You might as well have ripped off the poor scholar’s head. 

“I hope your journey was easy.” You find your words halfway through. Easy. Never good or pleasant. Easy. You’ve known for a while that he doesn’t like to ponder half of the endeavours he’s sent out on. You know he shelters you from the most horrid of details. These events are usually marked on his skin be they scar or ink. 

“Easy enough if you can put up with Lorcan and Fenrys’ constant bickering. I’d have done anything to have Rowan’s brooding silence instead but he had his own tasks to see to.” He does not elaborate further and you do not ask. You simply offer him a soft smile. 

“If that is all I’m sure it could have been far worse.” 

“Correct me if I’m wrong but wasn’t it you who threw ‘The Summarised History of Doranelle’ at Fenrys’ head when he folded the corners of one of your more beloved tomes?” The scene replays clearly in your head and the silent fury that burns in your eyes is but a reminder of something forgiven but never forgotten. 

“Let it be known that any fae who dog-ears my book will find I will dog-ear their ears.” Just as quickly as the fury settled it fades to a look of scholarly neutrality. At the front desk a scribe taps his foot impatiently, arms crossed, all but huffing and puffing. 

“The pages are marked for relevant information as per request.” You take the stack from Gavriel, having to catch yourself under the weight he seemed so unbothered by. At his presence the scribe straightens up and previous impatience seems to be pushed to the side for formality, though not too much. The scribe signs the paperwork you quickly pulled up and with not but a curt nod he’s off and away. When he disappears you visibly deflate; shoulders slumping and a hint of exhausting showing through. 

“That bad?” Gavriel wants to ask, wants to elaborate but just like him not all the details of your tasks are for his ears. 

When you’re sure no one is in sight you just take his hand in both of yours and lean your head against his shoulder with a deep sigh. You stay there for a minute until you take the first step and gently urge him along to where he found that first note of cinnamon. Back to your little nook surrounded by your comforts. You lead him to your usual seat and set him down. Instantly that skin to skin contact is lacking barely sustained by your proximity. You go through your cabinet and grab the kettle from near the fire and pour him a cup. You hadn’t taken to having a second cup until he came along and that cup would ever only be his. Pale porcelain with a band of gold painted vines wrapping around and intertwining. You told him the particular shade reminded you of his eyes. 

“Cinnamon Tea?” You offer him the cup and he gladly takes it. When you pick up yours and make for the other seat, you feel this gentle tug on your shirt. An invitation and a plea to remain closer. With a short laugh and shake of your head at his antics you instead make yourself comfortable atop his lap pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. You take a sip of your tea.

“Cold.” You huff at the contents disappointed. It’s Gavriel’s turn to laugh and kiss away the furrow of your brow. 

#throne of glass x reader #throne of glass #gavriel #gavriel x reader #the cadre #sarah j maas #sjm fanfic #throne of glass fic #throne of glass fanfiction #tog x reader #sjmaas #sjm fic

[shadowdaddies]

Reunited - Part II

Fenrys x Reader

Part I | Part III

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: this story will have at least two more parts; this one is very angsty I’m sorry

Warnings: canon-typical violence, EOS spoilers

The door to the pub slammed behind Aedion with such a force that you flinched in your seat. 

“He will come around,” you murmured, reaching your hand across the table towards your father. You sighed softly at Gavriel’s dejected expression, taking his hand in your own as you mustered a weak smile. “I’ll talk to him,” you promised, knowing the sway you held with your brother.

Your father’s tawny eyes shone with something like pride as he squeezed your hand, his blonde hair swaying as he shook his head. “Aedion is right to feel the way that he does. I don’t expect him to come around easily. He is as stubborn as your mother,” Gavriel paused, a lump working in his throat as he studied you. “And you are as fiercely kind.”

You opened your mouth to say more, something to comfort him, when an alarm rang in the distance. Gavriel had drawn his dagger before you could blink, his body blocking yours protectively from the rest of the room. Another alarm sounded from the lookout tower, dreading realization crashing over you like the waves you looked to out the window. 

Jumping from your seat, you sprinted up the stairs to Rolfe’s office Aelin stood, her relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to Rolfe’s torrent of emotions. He regretfully reached a tattooed hand towards Aelin, the blonde gladly shaking it. “Thank you for your assistance, Lord Rolfe.”

The mischievous glint in your cousin’s eyes told you all that you needed to know, but Aelin wasted no time barking orders for everyone in the room to get to the ships and prepare for the Valg’s approach. 

Fenrys found you quickly, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist as you hurried towards the docks. Despite everything, the peace that filled you at his simple touch was undeniable. In the few days you had spent together, Fenrys had become an anchor in the storm of this impending war. 

“Are you okay?” he murmured, voice like a soft balm to your nerves as you took his hand from around your waist, weaving your fingers through his own. 

Your gaze flicked to his, the tenderness in his onyx eyes grounding you in the moment. “I’m alright,” you promised, squeezing his hand in reassurance. 

You reached the ship, Fenrys lifting you by the waist to help you over the ledge of the vessel, only for you to trip and stumble into his warm, toned chest. Your hearts pounded, synchronized even in the chaos as you made your way to the bow of the boat where Aelin and Rowan stood.

Salty air whipped around your face in breathtaking levels of wind, seawater splashing as Rowan’s wind propelled the ship unnaturally fast against the waves. Lysandra’s scales shone underneath the water, what would be a dazzling sight if not for the fear that had worked its way deep inside of you at the sight of the Valg fleet approaching. 

The next hour was a blur of fighting, canon fire, sea monsters, and every impossible thing you never believed could happen in this world. Nightmares followed the next several nights. The image of Aelin, burning out of control and falling into the sea, Fenrys’s hand ripping from your own as he dove after her.

~~~

That night, you awoke in a cold sweat, hands clawing at the edges of the mattress as you’d clung to the railing of the ship when you’d watched your mate dive out of sight. You had barely registered your surroundings - the peaceful inside of your cabin - when a familiar warm hand touched your shoulder. 

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m here,” Fenrys murmured in your ear, a silent sob breaking through you at his voice. “Can I hold you?” he asked, hand lightly rubbing your shoulder. 

You nodded, sniffling as you tugged Fenrys’s hand from your shoulder, wrapping it around your waist as you moved as close as possible to his warmth. “You scared me today,” you admitted, barely above a whisper. “I thought... I thought that this wonderful thing, this bond with an incredible male had come just in time for me to lose you. And I can’t. I can’t lose you, Fenrys. I’m sorry if it’s too soon for me to say that, but I don’t know how I’ve lived without you in my life.”

Blonde curls fell across your cheek as Fenrys leaned down, his lips warm as they pressed a lingering touch to your ear. “I understand completely. You have brought a light to my life that I did not think possible, and I would do anything to keep you safe and happy. That is why I dove after Aelin. She will keep you safe - I know that. And you are my priority now. You have given me new purpose.”

In all your years - even before those spent as a spy in Adarlan - you had never experienced such profound intimacy. Never connected, cared for someone as deeply as you did for your mate. It was frightening to consider, but his warm press against your body filled any cracks of doubt and worry, allowing you to sleep soundly in his arms. 

Each night passed the same way, Fenrys and you now sharing the same bed, simply holding each other. Your physical intimacy never went further than a kiss on the cheek, arms wrapped around one another’s waist, but the emotional connection was something you did not believe possible.

~~~

When Melisande’s fleet descended upon you, Fenrys kept you close to his side, the two of you working seamlessly as a team to defend your ships and allies from the Valg. Canon fire roared in your ears as you saw Lorcan’s dark form at the stern of the ship - his eyes set on the coast where he had left Elide. 

“Fenrys!” you called, desperate for your mate’s attention as Lorcan abandoned ship, the desperation with which he fought his way towards shore something you wouldn’t have understood until you met Fenrys. Your mate caught your gaze, his onyx eyes flaring wide as he tracked Lorcan’s movements.

“Elide is in danger. I need you to trust me - I will go help them, but I want you safe here on the ship,” Fenrys pleaded, hands cupping your cheeks as he blocked out the world to focus on you. 

“I can’t leave you again,” you admitted, hand coming up to hold his own. Silver lined your eyes as Fenrys’s forehead leaned against your own. “Please,” you whispered, voice broken as you held him close, as though you could stop him from leaving.

Your father’s hand clasped on Fenrys’s shoulder, drawing the two of you from your moment. “It’s now or never,” he spoke, voice firm yet warm as Gavriel nodded towards the dingy. “We will be able to hold off these forces, but we need to leave now if you want to help Lorcan and Elide.”

Without a second thought, you ran towards the dingy, hopping inside along your mate and father as the three of you rowed to shore. Stumbling through the sand, your legs ached from the strain of running towards the crowd of people further inland. And time stood still as you recognized the pale, black-haired female lashing out dark power at Aelin. 

Maeve’s eyes shone with wicked delight as people stood around, helpless while an exhausted Aelin crumpled before the fae queen. Your father rushed forward, leaving you behind with Fenrys as he pleaded Maeve to spare Aelin.

“Please,” Gavriel whispered, kneeling before Maeve. “Leave Aelin be. Take me instead. Take my life.” 

The scream that ripped from your throat was muffled by a large hand over your mouth, Lorcan’s intense gaze looking down upon you as he slowly shook his head. “Do not alert attention to yourself. She cannot know what you are to Fenrys,” he whispered. 

Every nerve in your body was on fire, panic coursing through your veins as you turned to see the male who swore to stay by your side, slowly inching further away. 

You were vaguely aware of your father, his own tears hitting the ground beneath him as he felt the pain of his blood bond being stripped away. Waves of horror knocked the breath from your lungs as Maeve called Aelin to bow, your cousin and Queen whipped before your eyes while no one took action.

Fenrys stood still, frozen under Maeve’s command as your mate could not afford to spare you a glance, leaving you at the mercy of Lorcan’s strong arm holding you back. “Do not make a scene, unless you want to make it worse for Fenrys,” he warned.

Salty tears streaked down your cheeks, your gaze locking with the tawny eyes of your father as he weakly managed his way over to you. Blinding anger coursed through you, confusion at how you could end up in this situation, surrounded by the most feared warriors, all of you forced into a position of waiting as your Queen was placed in an iron sarcophagus.

Fists clenched so hard your nails drew blood from your palms, disgusted with yourself as you allowed Aelin to be taken away so that your mate would be spared. And then the ground fell out from under you when Maeve ordered Fenrys to follow.

Your mate did not so much as spare you a look over his shoulder, but every muscle in his body seemed to strain as he fought against the order to walk away from you, from your father, your new family. 

You bit down hard, Lorcan hissing as your teeth sunk into his fingers, blood dripping from your lips as he released you. You charged after Fenrys, running with no plan other than willing to risk everything for the person who had become more than everything to you.

But once again, broad arms wrapped around your waist as your father held you in his arms. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” Gavriel whispered, tears streaking down his face as you felt his calm, healing power wash over you, the world fading to black as you lost consciousness.

#throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass imagine #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys throne of glass #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass x reader #fenrys x reader #fenrys fluff #fenrys angst #throne of glass fluff #throne of glass angst #gavriel throne of glass #aelin ashryver galathynius #aedion ashryver #lorcan salvaterre #throne of glass x you #throne of glass x reader imagine #tog imagine #fenrys tog #fenrys x reader fluff #fenrys x reader angst #fenrys moonbeam x reader

[danikamariewrites]

Hello! I saw that your requests are open so I got one for you!! I was wondering if you could write a fluffy fic for either Ithan Holstrom or Fenrys Moonbeam (your pick!) X reader?

Reunited

Fenrys x Reader

A/n: I went with Fenrys bc there’s so little fics of him on here. It’s short but I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: none, a little suggestive at the end

It had been two weeks since you had last seen Fenrys and you missed him a lot. Being Queen Aelin’s assistant has kept you busy though. It didn’t stop your mind from wandering to thoughts of him 100 times a day. His long blonde hair, his charming smile, all of him. Today though, he was finally coming home from his trip to Rifthold.

Aelin could tell you were anxious to see your boyfriend, she knew it was Rowan who was away for two weeks she would feel the same way. So like every other day she kept you extremely busy. By 5 o’clock in the evening you found yourself taking a break in the castle library. You were tapping your foot on the marble floor thinking that Fenrys should be back by now.

You were so lost in your thoughts and book you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching you. When you didn’t realize there was someone standing behind you the male cleared his throat. You jump, turning to face him, “Fenrys!”

The white wolf flashed you that charming smile, “Hi baby, I’m sorry I’m late.” It doesn’t even matter to you that he was late. He was home and that’s all that mattered to you. You jumped into his arms wrapping yourself around him. Fenrys spun you around, leaned his head down to rest on yours.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered into his neck, clinging to him as if he would disappear if you let go. “I missed you too, baby. I thought about you everyday I was gone.” You lifted your face to meet his striking onyx eyes. Fenrys leans down and slots his mouth over yours in a passionate kiss.

“Have you eaten yet you must be starving?” Fenrys rolls his eyes. Of course you’d ask that, you always worried about him. “No, I thought finding you was more important.” You scoff at him, “Well I for one am starving. Can we go have dinner?”

Fenrys was contemplating your request, “I don’t know,” he drawled, “can we eat in our rooms? I wanna dive right into dessert after.” You laughed hitting his chest. “You’re unbelievable sometimes ya know that.” Fenrys starts making his way to the doors of the library with you still in his arms. “I know I am. You tell me all the time baby.”

#throne of glass #throne of glass x reader #tog fanfic #throne of glass imagine #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys x reader #Fenrys moonbeam x reader #Fenrys fluff #aelin ashryver galathynius

[helionmylove]

Should I start writing fanfics? I have a couple 3+hr drives coming up.

So far my thoughts are

Feysand + Daughter Angst Feysand’s daughter gets her wings damaged by an enemy

Azriel x Reader Fluff/Smut Azriel comes home from a mission and the mating bond snaps

Nessian + Daughter Fluff Nessians daughter has her cycle and normally nesta helps her get supplies but she’s out with the valkyries so Cass steps in to help

Azriel x reader x eris Smut Azriel and eris need to work out some frustration, and they’re both attracted to reader

Mor x reader Fluff/Smut Mor and her mate enjoy some cuddles and spice after accepting the mating bond

Rowaelin x reader Fluff/Smut Reader feels out of place in her relationship with Rowan and Aelin, they decide to show her just how much she means to them

Fenrys x Reader Fluff/Smut would be two parts, part one is fenrys trying to get reader pregnant. Part two is fenrys reacting to having twins

Ithan x Reader Fluff/Smut Ithan meets another lone wolf and they hit it off right away. Will include ithan being teased by his roommates for being too loud

If anyone would be interested in these let me know

#crescent city #acotar #nessian #tog #throne of glass #rowaelin #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys x reader #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #rhysand #feyre archeron #feysand #nesta archeron #cassian #ithan holstrom

[lavenderdreams22]

Jealousy - Gavriel x Reader

Summary: A fight caused by alcohol and untrue words drives you and Gavriel apart, and a misunderstanding brings you back together.

Request: Hi💓 can I request gavriel x reader? Where they have a fight and then reader sees him with another female and thinks the worst and it hurts her so she doesn't talk to gavriel ever and he thinks he's doing the right thing by giving her space? Angst ending in fluff please 🙏💕💕💕

Warnings: Violence, cursing, angst... I think that's all.

*****

Gavriel couldn’t remember what he had said to you last night, but whatever it was had royally pissed you off. The two of you never fought, but something about the drinks, and the noise in the tavern, or maybe just the stresses of war, had the two of you at each other’s throats the second the first drinks were gone. 

You hadn’t come back to the room. You hadn’t been with Aelin or Lysandra. He had given up after he checked every corner of the tavern. You couldn’t have gone far, and you always came back to him… At least, that’s how he assumed this would go. 

He would give you space if you wanted it. Even if it felt like you had taken his heart with you. 

Two days later, when they were moving on from the little town your party had stopped in, he finally saw you again. You were walking arm in arm with Aelin, chatting about flowers, of all things. 

If Gavriel hadn’t been so worried about pissing you off again, he would have joked about it. He would have asked you when you had started to care about flowers? But the look you shot him over your shoulder, full of ice and hurt, had him biting his tongue and stopping in his tracks. 

You had never looked at him like that before. And he wasn’t the only one to notice. 

“Gods, what in the hell did you do to her to make her look at you like that?” Fenrys asked, letting out a low whistle.

Gavriel shook his head, both in disbelief and in response to Fenrys’s question. 

When your group finally stopped to set up camp, he braved approaching you, thinking that he had given you enough time to think… That he had given you enough space to sort through your feelings, but when he stopped to gather his thoughts outside of your tent, he heard your hushed whispers.

“I just… I need space for a few days…” You said, your voice nearly bringing him to his knees. 

He hadn’t realized how much he had missed the sound of it.

“What did he do?” Lysandra asked.

“He just… He said some things.” He didn’t need to see you to know you were shaking your head. He had your mannerisms memorized. 

“Like what?” This time it was Aelin who asked.

There was a long beat of silence, some rustling. He thought he heard a sniffle. 

“He told me that he didn’t believe my presence made a difference to our team… That my ‘particular set of skills’ weren’t useful to you.” You answered. “When I gave him the chance to take it back, he told me to get over it.”

He didn’t remember saying any of that. Didn’t even know why he had said it, because he sure as hell didn’t mean any of it. You were a talented warrior. Your skillset was useful to any battle… To any ruler. It was why Maeve had sought you out to join the cadre in the first place. 

For him to make you feel useless… 

It was no wonder you hadn’t approached him to talk it through yet… Why you hadn’t slept in the same bed as him since that night. 

“Well…” Lysandra started, but she had no idea how to comfort you…

No one did. No one other than the male you were doing your damndest to avoid like the plague. 

*****

You awoke the next day, your head pounding from the silent tears that you had let fall as everyone else in the camp had slept. You missed Gavriel. Missed wrapping your arms around him while you slept, missed talking about nothing with him… But you were still angry, and he had made no move to approach you, to apologize, so you hadn’t either. 

Aelin poked her head into your tent, offering you a small smile as her eyes met yours. 

“We’re packing up and heading into town. If you get your things, the guys will pack up the tent and we can be off.” 

“Of course.” You pushed to your feet and rolled your shoulders before slipping your leather armor back on and stuffing your belongings into the bag that you’d been carrying with you. 

Another town… Another night that you would sleep without the love of your life beside you. 

*****

You knew that you were overreacting, but as you watched Gavriel laugh with the pretty bar keep, it took everything in you not to lash out, not to stalk over to the bar and rip out her throat. Especially when she was giggling and eyeing him the way she was. Especially when she reached out a hand and ran it over his chest.

“Y/N?” Elide asked, waving a hand in front of your face before she followed your gaze and cursed under her breath. 

“I thought males were the territorial ones.” Lorcan jabbed, and was met with two slaps. One from Elide and one from Fenrys. Lorcan grumbled, taking his seat. 

You didn’t bother to reply, the scowl that had twisted your face only deepening as he reached out his hand and touched her shoulder. 

The action looked more like he was talking to a sister than flirting, but you saw red nonetheless.

Rowan stepped up to the table, Aelin following close behind him. One look at your face, and the Queen of Terrasen was making her way to the bar, toward Gavriel and his new… friend. 

You couldn’t make out what was said over the noise, but you saw both of their smiles drop as Gavriel turned to you. When his eyes met yours, you had to suppress the urge to look away, to keep the deadly look on your face. 

The woman seemed to suddenly be preoccupied wiping a glass down as you stared at Gavriel. He let his gaze drift to Rowan, a question lingering there. 

Rowan shook his head, as if to say now isn’t the time.

With a slight nod, Gavriel made his way to the table. You sprung to your feet, the sudden movement startling a few other patrons, and made your way to the door and into the fresh, night air that awaited on the other side of it. Aelin was hot on your heels. 

When you had made it out into the street, Aelin let out a low chuckle. 

“Why’re you leaving?”

“We’re fighting and he was flirting with that woman.” You glanced at her out of the corner of your eye. “Right in front of me.”

“Would it help you if I told you he was telling her he was spoken for when I went over?” She asked. 

It did help, but you couldn’t tell her that. Not when it still felt like your chest was cleaving itself in two.

“You should go back, get some dinner. I just need to take a bit of a walk… Clear my head a little.” 

She stopped you with a hand on your arm. “Come find me later if you need someone to talk to.” 

You only nodded, offering her a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“If you’re not back in an hour, I’m sending the cadre to come save you.” Aelin winked, before she made her way back to the bar. 

*****

Aelin plopped down between Fenrys and Rowan with a sigh. Gavriel kept his eyes on the door, waiting for you to reenter.

“She’s going for a walk.” Aelin said, sparing him a glance before she returned to examining her nails. 

“What’s going on between the two of you?” Lorcan asked.

Elide rolled her eyes, “Nice one, by the way.” 

“What?” He asked indignantly.

“Learn to read the room, Lorcan.” Fenrys growled.

Gavriel shook his head, “We got into an argument the other night, and we haven’t really spoken since.”

“What about?” Elide asked. 

“Honestly, I don’t really remember what started the argument. Something about a task that Aelin wanted her to do.” He pondered. “Before we could work through things, she stormed out.”

“She stayed with me the night you guys fought.” Fenrys offered up.

Gavriel, the territorial side of him clawing its way to the surface, shot him a look and Fenrys held his hands up in surrender. 

“Relax, Gav.” Rowan said. 

“She just needed a safe place to sleep.” Fenrys said, his voice low. “That’s all that happened. I slept on the floor.”

“You shouldn’t even need to be told that nothing would happen.” Aelin said. “Especially since she almost committed a murder just watching you touch another woman.”

Gavriel sucked in a breath at that. “How upset was she?”

“Well…” Elide started, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“Fucking furious.” Fenrys deadpanned. 

Gavriel only sighed. “I thought I was doing the right thing by giving her space.” 

“The first day or so, sure.” Aelin stated. “But we’re going on almost an entire week. You need to go find her and talk.” 

*****

The bridge you had found was peaceful. You weren’t sure how long you had stood there, staring at the reflection of the moon on the water as it raged past. 

You heard him before you saw him. He was making noise on purpose, giving you a chance to leave if you so wished. 

You appreciated the option, but kept your feet firmly planted to the ground. You had had enough of the fighting and the running, and even though it had only been a few days, you missed him. 

“Hey.” He muttered, taking his place next to you, leaning against the railing to try and get a better look at your face. 

You leaned forward more, letting your hair create a curtain to shield you from him. 

“Can we talk?” He asked, his voice small, tentative.

“We don’t have anything to talk about.” You muttered, unable to stop the words from flowing from your lips.

“You know that isn’t true.” He touched your shoulder.

When you didn’t flinch away from him, he rubbed his hand down the length of your spine. 

“Please look at me.”

You did as he asked, turning your face so that you could meet his eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“For what?” You asked.

“For everything.” He sighed. “I never should have made you feel like you weren’t as capable as me, or anyone else for that matter. You’re the most capable person I know.” 

You opened your mouth to reply, but closed it again, waiting for whatever else he had on the tip of his tongue. 

“I love you. And I’ve missed you.” He shrugged. “I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you space.”

You couldn’t stop the tears. Gods, you had missed him, too. You had barely slept a wink since you had walked away from him. And you knew that he hadn’t either by the bags under his beautiful eyes. 

“I love you, too.” You whispered, not trusting yourself to talk too loud. 

He reached forward and wiped the tears away from your cheeks like he always did any time you were upset. 

“Are we… Are you okay?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You nodded, holding his gaze. “We’re okay.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing you so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe. 

“If I ever see another woman touching you like that again, though, I’ll rip out her throat.” 

He pulled away to look into your eyes again, and the look on your face had him letting out a bark of laughter. 

“S’not funny, Gavriel.” You grumbled.

“I know, baby. But you should know that I only have eyes for you.” 

A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “I know.” 

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned forward, waiting for your consent before he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss. 

“Does this mean that you’re going to sleep in the same bed as me again?” He asked, cradling your face in his hands. 

“I don’t know, Fenrys told me I could stay with him again…” You pretended to think, a finger on your chin.

The look he gave you had you laughing, then. At the sound of it, his scowl turned into a brilliant smile. 

“You’re beautiful.” He said, throwing an arm around you.  

You rested your head on his shoulder, watching the river for a while longer before heading back to the tavern, your heart and steps lighter now that you had the love of your life back beside you.

#gavriel #gavriel throne of glass #throne of glass #gavriel x reader #gavriel x you #gavriel fic

[sweetmage]

SweetMage's DA Writing Prompt List

Hi! I am making this little prompt list in anticipation of joining the Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle. Below the cut you'll find all of my OCs/Ships (platonic, romantic, and familial), some TWs and disclaimers, and some sample writing prompts but feel free to come up with some of your own prompts or ask me for more info! :) WARNING: There are some 18+ prompts!

Characters:

Edan Cousland | Inquisitor!Edan Cousland Garrett Hawke (purple mage) | Inquisitor!Garrett Hawke Anders (and Justice) Sebastian Vael Ser Roderick Gilmore (loosely based on the NPC companion mod but with my own characterization/HCs)

Romantic Ships (SFW or NSFW is okay!):

Purple Mage M!Hawke/Anders Edan Cousland/Ser Roderick Gilmore Celestine (non-Hawke OC)/Sebastian Purple Mage M!Hawke/Anders/Justice

Platonic/Familial Ships (SFW Only):

Anders & Edan Cousland Purple Mage M!Hawke & Any of the DA2 cast Garrett & Marian Hawke (twin!Hawke AU) Garrett and/or Anders & their son Victor (AU where trans!Garrett/Anders had a biological son during DA2 act 2) Edan & Any of the DAO or DAA cast Inquisitor Edan & any of the DAI, DAO, or DAA cast Inquisitor Hawke & any of the DAI or DA2 cast

Sample Prompt Lists:

*Starred prompts may contain triggering angst content * Bad Things Happen Bingo Card [SFW Angst] * Old Whumptober Prompt List [SFW Angst] Domesticity/Intimacy [SFW/NSFW Ship] Old Sicktember Prompt List [SFW Hurt/Comfort] Old Platonic Flufftober Prompt List [SFW Fluff] Old Flufftober Prompt List [SFW Fluff or Angst] Multi Category Smut Prompts (Vanilla, kinky, goofy, etc.) [NSFW Smut] ---

TWs and Disclaimers:

- Fics about Edan may contain references or depictions of his lyrium addiction and resulting cognitive decline (memory issues, hallucinations, confusion, etc.) as that's a big part of his character. - Fics about Roderick may contain mention of PTSD and past torture (mental/emotional/SA) at the hands of Rendon Howe as that is a part of his story.

Like To Write:

- Trauma and/or Healing - Sappy Smut - Hurt/Comfort Smut - Sweet/Romantic Scenes - Domestic Life in Tough Situations (long distance like Edan/Ser Gilmore, Fugitives like Anders/Garrett, etc.) - Hurt/Comfort

Prefer Not To Write/Won't Write:

- Anders Demonizing/Anti-Anders sentiments such as rivalmance, abuse from Hawke, death ending, him 'ruining' Justice, etc. (him facing opposition from characters like Fenris, Sebastian, various NPCs, etc. is 100% okay though!) - Non-Canon Major Character Death (near death, Hawke/Warden in the Fade, or non-companion canon deaths like Leandra or the Cousland family are okay though!) - Gratuitous Physical Torture - Second Person/Character x Reader - Modern AU/Coffee Shop AU/College AU or anything similar

#jun prompts #dadwc #dragon age #save4l8r

[throneofsapphics]

hi love!!! i hope you're okay and everything in your life is fine 🫶🏻

i know i have sent other requests, but I'm so bored that I can think of ideas for fanfics, and since I don't know how to write I send them to you because you seem like a AMAZING writer. here is my idea;

angst and fluff ; reader is aelin's best friend (aelin and rowan are married). she does not live in the castle although she goes there a lot. the reader's father wants her to marry a boy (against her will), on one of her trips to the castle, she meets fenrys, and they fall in love.

I'll leave it to you what happens next, I know you're going to do a great job ❤️‍🩹

pd: keep safe, drink water, sleep well and be happy ❤️‍🩹🫶🏻

broken promises

(part two)

Fenrys x f!Reader 

Summary: “If you need help, let me know.” Aelin replied - a mischievous glint in her eyes. Y/n realized she might have to do a bit extra work to keep her from doing something rash or impulsive.

Word Count: ~5.8k

Warnings: drinking, bad family dynamics, mention of death, kind of angst, reader is demi-fae

A/N: oh my gosh I love this idea and I got a bit carried away, I’ll have to do part two. I love your requests so much and you’re so kind, please keep sending them! I’m doing well, and I hope you are! part two will have more angst/fluff

She made frequent trips to Orynth, her Fae form allowed her to travel quickly. Monthly, at least, and Aelin got pissy when she missed a visit. Always claiming she’s one of the only people she can stand. Maybe because she refuses to use their friendship to gain any kind of influence, and always manages to drag the Queen into trouble of some sorts. 

She lived rather close, her father a minor Lord in Eldrys. 

She had no idea Aelin was the Queen of Terrasen when they met.. Aelin was in disguise when they met. Out seemingly by herself, although a few broody looking males were in attendance as well. It was a minor holiday, but one Eldrys always celebrated - and looked forward to how the Queen and King of Terrasen would visit. 

It wasn’t uncommon for newcomers to wander into their Tavern around the holiday, and a new batch came in. Two broody looking males, and one female who was nearly bouncing with excitement. It was easy to count the blades on them, but they didn’t scream danger to her, so when the female, Lillian, approached the table they dealt her in. 

She was horrible, absolutely horrible, and with a quick glance to her friend they lowered the betting pool. It always felt wrong to drain a stranger of their coins. 

But, Lillian laughed it off and played a few more rounds. One of the males with her joined, and he was much better. 

Somehow, they ended up in a drinking contest. Lillian matched her round for round, until she finally tapped out. A true northerner, then. From Orynth - based on the accent. 

“That’s the closest anyone’s gotten to beating her,” one of my friends, Edde, told her with a smile. Lillian laughed and said she’d get me next time. 

And the next day, as she was being introduced as a member of the lord’s household, she was shocked to see Lillian - no her Majesty, Aelin Whitethorne Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, wink at her. 

Weeks later, she received an invitation to Orynth - only her. Her entire family buzzed with excitement, spitting out different things to mention, how lucky she was, and questioning why it was her. The youngest child with no particular influence, and no desire to have any. And born to her fathers second, short lived, marriage.  

-

“We needed a second round. This time on my own turf,” the Queen grinned at her, and disguised herself again, a bit more heavily this time, before taking her out into Orynth. Y/n beat her, barely, but ended up stumbling to the castle in laughter, leaning up against each other. 

“Ignore the broody males,” Aelin whispered to her conspiratorially.  

Y/n gave a quick, fumbling, curtsey that almost knocked her off balance. “Easily done.” A snort sounded from behind them, and 

They went back through a side entrance, less heavily guarded, and discreetly made their way into the castle. As soon as they entered, Aelin straightened, walking through the castles elegantly. If she hadn’t been with her the last few hours, she’d have no idea the Queen was currently wasted. 

Y/n collapsed into bed - waking to water and pain relief on the table beside her. She thanked the Gods for whoever did that, and cursed herself for not noticing anyone entering the room. 

The friendship blossomed from there. 

-

Her mother made a promise to her, and her siblings, from a young age. She would never force us into a marriage. Her mother, Fae, raised her herself, rather than in the castle - for the first fifteen years of her life until her untimely death. The rest of her family were all humans, but never carried any public resentment to her for her heritage. When she settled, things began to change. 

She sent word to Aelin as soon as it began, and she insisted on y/n coming to Orynth for the duration of it - where it would be safer, both for her and the people surrounding her. 

-

“Through this marriage, you and your children could provide centuries of security and relations for Eldrys.” Her father beamed with excitement, and yes, she knew he wanted the best for Eldrys in the long run - but his mind was obviously centered on the short term gains, and the extra power he could gain for himself. Something rolled in her stomach. Children. He wanted her to spit out babies. 

“You said you would keep her promise.” She seethed, and his eyes turned cold. 

“Your mother made the promise, without my input.” His words were calculated, cold, and stung. At the end of the day, he couldn’t force her to do anything, but he could get damn near close - and make her life difficult if she chose not to. There’s a thousand things she could say - she could insult his honor, tell him he’s disrespecting her memory, or spew hateful comments that would strike home, but she’d save those for later - if they became necessary. 

Y/n cleared her throat, “I’m due for a visit to Orynth.” 

“That can’t be delayed?” He raised his brows. 

“Her majesty will be disappointed if I’m unable to make it.” She rolled her shoulders back, tilting her chin up. 

“Very well,” her father muttered. “Do try and make it shorter this time.” 

For that, she might extend it. And take some trips of her own. Y/n ignored him, stalking from the room to pack her things, her departure was set for dawn. 

-

‘I have news,” y/n grumbled as Aelin led her towards her private rooms. 

“Not the pleasant sort, I’m assuming?” Aelin glanced at her. 

“How ever did you know?” 

“You look like you smelled pig shit, and you’re stomping.” 

Y/n snorted, and crossed the doorway - heading for her favorite chair and flopping into it. 

“He’s trying to marry me off. Turn me into a broodmare.” She closed her eyes, forcing a few deep breaths to calm the rage bubbling inside her at the memory of their conversation. 

Opening them, she saw flames dancing in the Queen’s eyes. “Breaking your mother’s promise?” 

“He said she made it without his input.” 

“That’s bullshit.” Aelin said through gritted teeth, a muscle in her jaw clenching. 

-

Aelin was pissed. Beyond pissed. Y/n’s father - going back on a promise made to his daughter. One her friend always cherished. And, the hurt and upset in her friends eyes only fueled her own temper. She clenched her fists, extinguishing the small flames that began to dance at her fingertips. 

Over the years, she’s grown particularly protective of y/n. The closest friend she’d made in centuries, and another immortal. The loss of most of her court, centuries ago, hit her hard. Maybe if she invited y/n into her court officially - although she already considered the female a personal advisor, it could deter her father. But y/n would protest - on principle. She never had any interest in politics or ruling territory - she has six older brothers. Plenty to take over from her father when the time comes around. 

“Did he say who?” 

“Someone in Doranelle.” Her voice grew quiet. Doranelle - although a good place to live, filled with good people - now that things had changed, it’s somewhere Aelin would never visit, and it would be difficult for y/n to visit. It would isolate her from her friends and family. 

Her father wants the trading routes, the extra income and resulting power it could bring him. And, given y/n has settled, it would bring centuries of possible guarantees to Eldrys - if the marriage works. But - using his daughter as a pawn to bring that to fruition. Absolutely unacceptable in her eyes, there’s several other ways to bring that around. 

“I can handle this on my own.” Y/n said firmly, noticing the look on Aelin’s face. 

-

Her friend was already thinking of a myriad of different ways to interrupt her fathers plan, but this is something she can handle herself. If it came down to it, she could always leave. There’s not much for him to hold over her, and she has enough skills she can find employment somewhere else. Besides, herbs and tonics she makes sell well, even under her pseudonym. 

“If you need help, let me know.” Aelin replied - a mischievous glint in her eyes. Y/n realized she might have to do a bit extra work to keep her from doing something rash or impulsive, maybe even let Rowan know. Although she’s not sure if that would help, at all. 

Thankfully, the subject changed, and the rest of the weekend passed in good fun. 

-

Another month passed, another visit to Orynth, and her father hadn’t brought the subject up. She hoped he’d forgotten about it, heeded her words and the reminder of her mother’s promise. It’s the least could do to honor her memory. 

But, by the time the next visit rolled around, her father already had a male in mind - one she hadn’t heard the best things about. Living in a port city did have some benefits, she could ask a few discreet questions and get some answers rather quickly. She heard that he’s ‘cold and a bit nasty but not the worst.’ 

The guards let her in through the gates, recognizing her by now, and she strode right for Aelin’s rooms. Nobody interrupted her thankfully, considering she’s on a warpath. 

She flung the doors open, and without scanning the room, started speaking. “He already has a gods-damned male picked out. And not a good one.” She seethed. Someone cleared their throat. 

Aelin and Aedion were there. 

“Hello Aedion,” she gave him a quick smile, before turning back to Aelin. “I told him he had no honor, and that he’s being a selfish bastard.” 

Her approving grin made y/n feel slightly better. “What did he say?” 

“That he ‘doesn’t care of my opinion on the matter,’” she quoted, “as if the matter doesn’t involve me at all.” 

Before Aelin could respond, a small knock on the door sounded and a male she’d only heard of strolled in. “I came to see what the fuss was about.” 

Long blonde hair, dark-eyed, bronze skin, and an air of irreverence to him. Fenrys - Aelin’s main emissary, whom she hadn’t crossed paths with. Beautiful - was the first thing to come to mind, and she forced herself not to look at him, lest she end up staring like an idiot. And - she got the sense he gets that a lot, the last thing she wants to do is play into a male's ego.

Instead, she made for the couch Aelin sat on, and sat next to her - not particularly elegantly, and with a long exhale. 

She saw his gaze fix on her, scanning her body, instead of blushing or forcing herself to turn away, she copied his actions, and tilted her head. 

Aelin saved them the grief of introductions, “Fenrys this is Y/n, Y/n this is Fenrys.” She waved between the two of us. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” She half-grinned, 

“Likewise.” He nodded, and took a seat in a chair across from them, propping his feet up on the table. Aelin eyed them, like she might knock them off, but ignored it. “What did I interrupt?” 

-

“Nothing of your concern,” Aelin said sweetly, and felt y/n’s appreciation. She’d already given Aedion a look that said, keep your damn mouth shut, and the male gave her a subtle nod. Of course, she didn’t miss the small tension between the two of them - and the look they gave each other. Maybe a solution would work out on its own. She turned to y/n, “I need you here for a few weeks.” 

“I doubt that,” y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Are you going to ignore an order from your Queen?” Aelin was half-joking. 

“I have a business to run.” 

“And your friend can manage for a few weeks. I know you keep months of backstock.” Y/n’s lips pressed into a tight line. “Write to her. I need my personal advisor.” 

“I’m not your advisor.” Y/n narrowed her eyes. Aelin only gave her a saccharine smile. 

“Informal advisor. Source of sanity. Best friend.” 

A choking noise came at the last one, “I thought I was your best friend,” Fenrys looked vaguely offended. 

“I can have more than one.” She waved her half, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Are you going to ignore an order from your Queen?” 

Y/n groaned, “when you put it that way.” 

She watched the female head to her desk, grab some paper and wrote two missives, and headed right out to post it. 

“Why have you hidden your pretty friend from me?” Fenrys asked after she was out of hearing range. 

“I’m not hiding her,” Aelin raised a brow. “You haven’t been here.” He had been gone frequently over the last several years, only coming back for a week or so to give reports before heading somewhere else. It is a bit strange the two haven’t crossed paths before now. “Maybe you need some extended time back in Orynth.” She offered. 

“A break would be nice,” Fenrys admitted and a tang of guilt ran through her. She never forced him to go anywhere, but he’d accepted everything she offered. 

“Get that look off your face,” Rowan slid through the door. How long had he been listening? “You can’t make that bastard do anything he doesn’t want to.” 

Fenrys’s agreement reassured her. “Then stay here for a while,” she said firmly. 

“Why was y/n on a warpath?” Rowan questioned. 

Her father is getting pushy. She spoke to him directly. His face tightened, but he didn’t reply, instead launching a few questions to Fenrys, about his latest assignment. In Doranelle - somewhere she’d been hesitant to ask him if he wanted to, but surprisingly he agreed quickly. 

“One of their minor lords is looking to establish more ties to Terrasen. Specifically Eldrys, the rumor says it’s through marriage.” 

Y/n’s father really is pushing the subject. 

“Which one?” Rowan asked mildly. She couldn’t keep anything from him, and he knew almost everything about y/n’s situation. 

The description of the male made her stomach turn. Not horrible, but cold and nasty. Absolutely no way she’d let her best friend end up in that situation. Even if she had to write to her father herself. Y/n might be pissed at her for it, but if it came down to it - she would do it. 

-

She knows what Aelin is trying to do - get her away from Eldrys for a while. And she appreciates it, even if she’s being a bit fussy. Plus, some time in Orynth does sound nice. Maybe she can scout out somewhere to work or live, if she ends up leaving her home. Which is becoming more and more likely by the day. It’s nice out, and a walk through the city always calms her nerves. 

It wasn’t long before she made it back to the castle - just as the sun was setting. 

Aelin dragged her right to her closet, saying they were going for a night out - to celebrate Fenrys’s return.

She disguised herself, and threw some clothes at y/n. Fenrys, apparently, had told Aelin he wanted to see one of their competitions in action. She’d never turn down a challenge. 

-

Fenrys watched in amusement as the two females stumbled back towards the castle, arms looped around each other's shoulders - laughing the entire time. Rowan had already stopped them from falling once - only for Aelin to hiss at him and call him a fussy bastard. He’s glad he’ll be staying here for a while - and that y/n will too. Just to get to know his replacement, for Aelin’s best friend. Not that it’s a competition. 

-

Y/n isn’t exactly sure how it happened, but Fenrys started seeking her out over the weeks she spent there, and she started seeking him out as well. At first, she thought Aelin put him on to it, but the Queen denied any involvement. 

They didn’t spend time together alone, but she found herself drawn to him like a magnet. In a crowded room or tavern, she’d always keep an eye out for him, wanting to know where he was. Aelin teased her lightly, asking a couple of questions that she carefully deflected. She convinced him to dance with her one night, and he was a surprisingly horrible dancer, and stepped all over her toes. She ended up stomping on the insole of his foot, and he watched himself more carefully after that. She spent time with Aelin, of course, but Fenrys was there more often than not. 

He did claim he was her best friend, so maybe it’s normal for them to be in each other’s company that frequently. She thought she should feel jealous or upset, but Aelin deserves good friends. And she enjoyed his company. But - if Aelin stopped demanding her monthly visits - then she would have a problem. 

-

When she arrived back home, she knew something was wrong. Instantly, based on the looks on her brother’s faces - half pity and half outrage. “I’m sorry,” one of them mumbled. “He’s in his office.” 

She made right for the room, carefully closing the door behind her. She didn’t bother to change out of her traveling clothes. 

“What is it?” She hissed. 

“Nice to see you too, daughter.” He said, without looking up from his papers. 

“What is it?” She repeated, her anxiety growing with each word. 

“You should be happy, your engagement will be announced any day now.” 

She froze. “Is it now?” Her voice grew cold, and low. “I don’t believe I agreed to any engagement.” 

“We’ve been discussing it for months.” He finally lifted his head to meet her, and flinched slightly at the pure rage he found. 

“Cancel the announcement.” 

“I cannot.” 

“You can,” she snarled, canines flashing “but you won’t.” 

He eyed her with some distaste. “A beast then, like your mother.” Y/n froze in place, debating the merits of patricide, or if she should throw something at him. But he kept running his damned mouth. “I only married her so you wouldn’t be born a bastard. I shouldn’t have bothered.” 

Her jaw went slack, she felt heat burning in her chest, and her heartbeat starting to thrum in her ears. “You shouldn’t have.” She managed to say, before storming from the room like a child throwing a tantrum. But, she didn’t care, not as she made her way to her room to post an urgent message - one to Aelin, and one to her friend - explaining what happened and that she’d be gone for an undetermined amount of time. And to close the shop. 

-

Aelin received a letter the day after y/n left, surprisingly. It wasn’t like her to write this quickly, and she had a bad feeling about it. 

He’s planning to announce an engagement. Can I come stay for a while? 

Aelin didn’t bother replying, she sent Fenrys instead - he could move quicker in his wolf form. She explained as much as she could the layout of the area, from what she could remember, and told him to be discreet - and to bring y/n back with him. 

-

Aelin didn’t tell him the specific reasons behind why she was sending him over to Eldrys, but he didn’t complain too much. Only that y/n would be preparing to leave, and not to come back without her. That - he had a bad feeling about, but Aelin told him the layout of the house and he trusted himself enough he should be able to sneak in, if necessary. 

Outside where her bedroom should be, he saw an undeniable figure fluttering around the room, shoving things into a small pack. 

He bent slightly, picking up a small stone. Smooth, round, and not large enough to cause any real damage. He tossed it so it would hit the window pane. She jumped, turning to face the window. 

-

A loud thunk on my window, and she had no idea what the hell it could be. Maybe it made her a bit dumb to go investigate it, but she did anyway. She has enough magic to throw a small shield up if necessary. 

She slid the glass pane open to see clearer, and peered out. 

Fenrys. Standing in the garden beneath her window. Aelin sent him. 

Maybe she should be annoyed, but her pulse fluttered instead, and she grinned at him. 

A second later - with a small flash, he was inside her room. She stumbled backwards, hitting the wall, and threw a hand over her heart. 

“I forgot you can do that.” She kept her voice low, eyes darting towards the door, listening for anyone who might be approaching. 

“It’s useful, on occasion.” 

She watched as he scanned the room, seeing everything in disarray. She’d been combing through, taking anything that might be of some value to her, including the cash she’d carefully collected, and various irreplaceable items. And any of her weapons. Her pack was already full of the essentials - long ago, at Aelin’s insistence, she’d started keeping some clothes at the castle. In the rooms specifically designated for her. She shifted back and forth on her feet. It felt awfully personal for him to be in her room, her childhood room. She didn’t mind it, but now her mind was only focused on leaving - on getting the hell out of this place. Her father couldn’t announce an engagement without her there, an engagement to someone she’s never met. 

“Are you ready to go?” He asked, sensing her unease. 

“Yes.” Her throat bobbed. 

“Lead the way,” he motioned, and she headed for the window. She’s not too far off the ground, and the pipe is strong enough for her to shimmy before jumping. “Sneaking out, I like it.” He commented, and she was grateful for his amusement. 

They cleared the area quickly, and she took to the outskirts of the city - avoiding anywhere she might run into people. People who would ask questions. Once they’d cleared the city, they shifted - running, not at a brutal pace but still running, back to Orynth. It was … fun, running with him through the forests, even if he was a giant pony-sized wolf, and she a normal sized fox, she would dart in front of him to cut him off, sending out chitters of laughter when he growled, and darting through trees to avoid him. He managed to knock her off balance once, and she retaliated by nipping at his heels. She needed the run, to clear her head. In animal form it was so much easier, the thoughts weren’t as loud, and everything seemed simpler - her mind didn’t whirl with all of the repercussions that could be headed her way. Most likely, hopefully, she’ll just be disowned. 

They shifted back to Fae forms once they reached the outskirts of the city. 

“Did Aelin explain anything?” She asked hesitantly. 

“Of course not.” He snorted, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. 

“Typical.” She forced a half smile on her face, and thankfully he didn’t push her for answers. Although he’d find out soon. If she’s moving to Orynth, everyone will end up knowing. 

-

Aelin was still seething when Fenrys arrived a few hours later, y/n in tow. 

She crossed the room, grabbing her friend in a tight hug, y/n squeezed back before releasing her. “Thank you,” she murmured. 

“I should’ve taken care of this sooner.” Aelin grumbled. 

“I’m taking care of it now.” She saw how y/n forced a smile onto her face. “He can’t announce it if I’m not there.” 

“Can I be filled in now?” Fenrys asked from where he was leaning next to the door. Y/n gave her a quick nod.

“Her father has been trying to force her into a marriage to someone in Doranelle,” Fenrys’s eyes flickered in recognition, before narrowing. “Even though she was promised that would never happen.” 

Y/n cut in for the rest of the story. “As soon as I got back, he told me the engagement would be announced in a few days. I’ve never met him, only heard a few things - none of which are pleasant.” 

Aelin carefully watched Fenrys’s every movement and reaction. Angry, she could tell he was angry for her, and … maybe a bit scared? She knew he grew attached to her over the last few weeks, with her extended time spent here. 

“Good thing that won’t happen.” He said, his voice a bit tight. 

“And good I don’t have any sisters he can try and pull into it.” She let out a joyless chuckle. “At this point I’m not sure how he’ll react.” 

“He’ll leave you the hell alone.” Aelin snarled. “I’m sure he knows exactly where you are, and he can’t do a damned thing about it.” 

“I’m sure he’s smart enough not to try.” 

“It’s not even the engagement that pissed me off the most.” Y/n sat heavily, and pinched the bridge of her nose. Aelin watched as she exhaled slowly, looking up at her, silver lining her eyes. “He said he only married my mother so I wouldn’t be born a bastard. And called me a beast, ‘like my mother.’” 

A reference to her Fae heritage. Aelin knows some … resentment against Fae still exists in parts of Terrasen, but right now she’s seeing red. 

“You can’t kill him.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” She snapped, before giving an apologetic glance to y/n, who didn’t look offended. 

“There’s plenty of other ways to gain ties to other countries, than using a daughter as a pawn.” Fenrys’s tone was neutral, diplomatic - almost, but Aelin saw the way his eyes blazed, just like her own were. 

“And he’ll have to figure that out.” Y/n leaned back, seeming to sink into the couch cushions - like they might swallow her whole. “There’s a lot to figure out,” she mumbled, under her breath. 

“And good thing you have us to help.”

Aelin watched as he crossed the room, taking a seat next to her, and squeezing her knee. Her friend sent an appreciative smile - and her … was y/n blushing? Her cheeks pinked slightly. Oh, she would be making fun of her for this later. Asking a lot of questions. 

-

She felt the warmth of his hand on her knee, and the gentle squeeze was more reassuring than any words had been. Then, she realized just how close he’d sat to her, and the intensity in her eyes, and felt her cheeks flush. Instead of looking away, she gave him a tentative smile. He returned it with one much more confident that hers, squeezing her knee again before leaning back, stretching over the couch and interlacing his hands behind his head. 

“Maybe I’ll move to Orynth.” She mused, ripping her gaze away from the male, back towards her friend. 

Aelin’s eyes lit up and her smile was radiant. “That is the perfect solution. If I remember correctly, an old herbalist is due to retire soon, with no apprentice.” 

“I’ll go find him tomorrow. And start looking for a home.” There’s a lightness in her chest, one she hadn’t felt in months. Ever since he father started bringing that up. 

After her father started speaking about the engagement, she discreetly transferred her private funds to a bank in Orynth. Her mother taught her early on to plan for the worst. 

“You can live here.” Aelin frowned. 

“Not permanently.” The Queen looked vaguely offended, but left it alone for now. “I need a nap,” she yawned, before excusing herself from the room - looking forward to a hopefully peaceful sleep. 

-

Fenrys’s eyes followed y/n out the door, debating if he should go after her, ask if she might want some company. “Too bad Eldrys is too useful.” He sighed, turning back to Aelin. 

“So … y/n.” 

“Don’t start.” He snarled half-heartedly at her. 

“You’re smitten.” Her eyes gleamed, and Fenrys debated the merits of throwing himself out the window, to get out of this conversation. Aelin wouldn’t leave it alone until he gave her something. 

“She’s fun to be around.” He narrowed his eyes, all while praying she wouldn’t push any further and deflected, “I threw a rock at her window.” 

“Please repeat that.” 

“I threw a rock at her window.” He cocked his head, watching his Queen. She looked like she might laugh or scold him. “It didn’t hit the glass, give me some credit. It was only to get her attention.” 

Footsteps sounded down the hall, and moments later Rowan slid into the room. “Did it go well?” He glanced between the two of them, his face as stoic as always. 

“He threw a rock at her window.” Aelin snickered. 

Rowan’s head snapped to him. “You what?” 

He groaned, and left the room, not bothering to explain to either of them. Instead, Fenrys found himself heading towards y/n’s rooms. He’d never actually visited them before - considering she rarely spent time there, but knew exactly where they were. 

He keeps thinking of how he could’ve lost her, and had no idea what was happening. But, she wasn’t his. Not really. Maybe he could work on changing that. Aelin’s right, he was smitten. 

-

She didn’t realize she wanted company, not until he knocked on the door. Of course she knew exactly who it was - his scent is … why does she have his scent memorized? 

She swung the door open, stepping aside for him to come in, if he wished, but he leaned against the doorway. 

“Aelin never told me about it.” 

Y/n rolled her bottom lip between her teeth. “I didn’t tell her to keep it a secret, I thought I’d have more time to handle it.”

“Did you ever consider it?” 

She thought that was a strange question to ask, but answered honestly. “Not for a second.” His shoulders relaxed slightly. “Do you want to come in?” 

“Sure,” he strode inside. The rooms are cozy, a low table surrounded by a small couch and a few armchairs, a few bookcases, a fireplace - and a small set up to make tea. 

“Tea?” She asked, heading for the kettle, if only to give herself something to do. 

“Sounds nice.” 

She turned and gave him a small nod. Nervous, she realized, she was nervous. Acting like a skittish school-aged girl with a crush. At least making tea busied her hands, and he was good at making small talk. Once it was finished, they each sat in one of the armchairs. She curled her legs up underneath her, kicking off her shoes. 

“Do you …” he swallowed, “need to talk about it?” 

She took a small sip of the still too hot tea, and winced as it burned her tongue. “No, I think I’m alright.” 

“Are you really?” He cast a sly glance at her, blowing on his own cup. 

“I’m alright with not talking about it.” She clarified, and he snorted. 

“If you do want to …” 

“You’re here?” She guessed, taking a sip now that it was a bit cooler. 

“I was going to say Aelin, but I’ll listen if you’re desperate.” 

She choked on her drink, and he reached over to thump on her back, only making the tea spill over her pants. Quickly, she sat it down. 

His face was red, and an apology on his lips, but she laughed. “I needed to change anyway.” He tossed her a towel and she managed to sop up most of it, before standing. “You can make it up to me, and make another cup.” Her eyes danced, and she left to the bedroom, wondering if he’d actually stay and make it. 

Sure enough, she came out to a fresh brew, and Fenrys - his face turned back to the normal shade now. He handed it to her silently, watching as she took a sip. Perfect - better than what she made. “You’re forgiven.” 

He exaggerated his relief, “Thank the Gods.” He clasped his hands together, looking up to the ceiling. 

“Didn’t Aelin kill them?” She asked idly, tracing her finger around the edge of the cup. “You should be thanking me.” 

“Thank you for your forgiveness, kind Lady.” 

She scrunched up her face, giving him a dirty look. “Not a lady. I’ll likely be disowned.” His face grew taut, his expression a bit wary - as if he didn’t know whether or not this was a good thing. “That would be a relief.” She added. 

Fenrys laughed, “you’d give up any titles?” 

“I didn’t want them in the first place, and I’m the last child - to a beast apparently.” Her expression soured, the words still ringing in her ears. Did he ever love her? Or only didn’t want to have a ‘bastard’ attached to him, like it was such a horrible thing. “They divorced months after I was born and I lived with my mother until I was fifteen.” 

She wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, but it felt right. 

“Did you live in Eldrys?” 

“A bit further out, closer to the woods.” The cabin still stood, technically in her name, but she couldn’t bring herself to go back often - or to live there. 

He must’ve sensed her discomfort, because he changed the subject, “How did you meet Aelin?” 

-

“She didn’t tell you?” Fenrys saw her eyes dance in amusement. 

“Only that she was visiting Eldrys.” 

“I beat her first at cards, then in a drinking contest, and she invited me here for a rematch.” 

He bit back his laughter. That sounds very much like Aelin, and something she would do. A century had passed since most of their original court died, and he knew she found making friends to be difficult. Maybe something about y/n made Aelin latch onto her. Or her competitive streak. “Has she won yet?” 

Y/n shook her head. “The day she does, I’ll hide out of shame. You’ll never see me again.” 

“Then let's hope you keep beating her. You’re fun to have around.” 

He watched her shift slightly, heard her heart beat a bit faster, and a bit of smugness came over him. But - he had to tread carefully, and he knew that. 

Still, maybe whatever it was about y/n that attracted Aelin, was getting to him too. She’s something of a magnet, and a twisted part of him is glad she was driven here.

#fenrys x reader #fenrys x y/n #fenrys moonbeam x y/n #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys moonbeam #throne of glass fic #throne of glass x reader #not proofread too well because I was excited

[autumnshighlady]

had a really bad work day so working on the dbsf!Gavriel smut request to feel better hehe... I’m thinking reader is Elorcan’s daughter 👀 

then gonna do some bsfd!Gavriel.... then Fenrys x reader headcanons... then office hours part 2...then poly Rowaelin angst and fluff hehehe what do we think? any other requests?

#send me all your requests!! #throne of glass #tog smut #gavriel #elorcan #rowaelin #fenrys moonbeam #gavriel x reader #bsfd!gavriel #bsfd!gavriel x reader #dbsf!gavriel #dbsf!gavriel x reader #gavriel smut #rowaelin smut #poly!rowaelin #rowaelin x reader #aelin galathynius #aelin galathynius x reader #aelin galathynius smut #rowan x aelin #rowan whitethorn #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn smut

[saphirered]

Winter Prompt Masterlist

Prompt List and Rules

Thank you all for requesting! You guys turned up big time again! The Winter Prompts are completed!

Haunted Past (Nightmares) Kingsley angst

Indoor Skies (Starry Nights) Caleb fluff

Baking (Sweets&Holiday Treats) Azriel fluff

Partner in Crime (Winter’s Ball) Vax’ildan

Ice Queen and the High Lord (Winter’s Ball) Rhysand spice

Druid’s Touch (Mistletoe) Orym fluff

Ice Skating (Frozen Lake) Eris fluff&spice

Shopping (Midwinter Faire) Caleb

Terrible Cliché (Winter’s Ball) Fenrys

Hot Springs (Warm Bath) Molly spice

Bard’s Surprise (Mistletoe) Dorian Storm fluff

Hot Chocolate (Hot Coco&Fireside) Eris fluff

Mountainside (Blizzard) Eris x reader x Az

Season Bound (Decorations) Fenrys spice

Night Terror (Nightmare) Eris hurt/comfort

Poached Pears (Fireside) Lucien Vanserra fluff&spice

Perfect Dream (Dream) Essek fluff

#critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #vox machina x reader #bells hells x reader #acotar x reader #throne of glass x reader #rhys x reader #azriel x reader