#fenrys fluff

[danikamariewrites]

for the 3k bingo (congrats btw!!!) i have to request boyfriend Fenrys who is obsessed 🤭

Note: Our first headcanon! YAY! I’m so excited to celebrate with you guys. I was so happy to see you requested this, I love your fics. And thank you! ♥️

Don’t forget: you can still send in request for bingo! They will posted this weekend and next weekend (depending on the amount of requests)

Warnings: Fenrys being clingy, a little angst

You are this males whole world

Everything revolves around you. His plans, how long he goes away for missions, all of it

When Fenrys first saw you it was love at first sight

He knew he was done for when the whole room faded for him and he could only see you

Fenrys knows everything about you (not in a creepy way, in the I love you and want to take care of everything for you for the rest of our lives)

You’re his princess and you MUST be treated as such

He always brings you your favorite flowers and chocolates

Whenever Fenrys goes away he always brings you home a gift. If he saw something that reminded him of you Fenrys was absolutely getting it for you

Fenrys knows when you’re upset or you’ve had a bad day. You try your best to hide it because something’s you just don’t want to deal with it. Fenrys knows it’s not always good to hold things in so he’s there for you to lean on

When you do just let it go he always asks “are you sure baby? Because I’m here if you wanna talk about it?” You smile at him and cup his cheeks. “Fen, I’m ok. I promise.” You lean up and press a kiss on his lips

Every time you kiss Fenrys or even touch him lovingly his heart starts beating fast. Practically leaps from his chest

He hates seeing you cry. It breaks his heart every time you shed a tear, he just wants to fix whatever is wrong so you’re never sad again

The thought of you even giving him attention let alone being with him sends Fenrys to his knees. This boy worships the ground you walk on (if that wasn’t clear)

he loves cuddling with you

You have convinced him once or twice to cuddle in his wolf form

He’s just so fluffy and Fenrys can never deny you

It’s his favorite activity and the only way he can sleep at night is

You have to be in his arms, laying on his chest at night for him to sleep

When he’s away from you Fenrys gets the worst sleep

When he gets grumpy on missions Lorcan makes fun of him

You also tease Fenrys when he comes home grumpy but he lets it slide because your teasing makes him smile

He has to hold your hand when you walk anywhere or is always touching you in some way

Fenrys will always protect you and it’s to a point that he acts like your bodyguard when you guys go out

Fenrys likes being able to hold you in general, especially when he’s having a hard day

His hard days are about missing Connall and Gavriel. Those days are the hardest. You can’t imagine losing your brother the way he did and then to lose your father figure right after. Just devastating

You know it’s bad when Fenrys has that far away look in his eyes. Like he’s almost on the verge of tears. You kiss his forehead and tell him it’s ok and that you’re here for him. After a few moments of holding him, Fenrys breaks down in your arms. You stay with him for as long as he needs, whispering, “It’s ok, baby. They’re still with you and they love you so much.”

Once he’s collected himself, Fenrys squeezes you to his chest, making sure you’re still here with him. You wrap yourself around him. The two of you spend the whole day clinging to each other and talking

You are always on his mind. Fenrys is always wondering what you’re up to when you’re away from each other

He will do anything for you. Would literally kill for you

All you have to do is say “Please baby,” with the cutest little pout Fenrys has ever seen and bat your lashes at him and Fenrys says yes

[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.

[consciouscarrot]

day 10 - sweet tooth [f.moonbeam]

fenrys moonbeam x fem!reader (i do not support sjm!!)

content warnings; fluff, stealing and eating pastries, just the start of a kiss, ever so slightly suggestive if you squint

notes; i’m a bit late tday oops

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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it was as warm a day as you could hope for during autumn in terrasen, sun shining through the huge windows of the palace you walked through. you were on your way back to your room from a meeting with aelin and the others, when the scent of sweet pastries caught your attention. you followed the pleasant aroma, hoping to find what was causing the smell.

rounding a corner, you realised it was coming from the room in front of you, door open and revealing the treats on a table at the rooms centre. you couldn’t help but step inside, unable to resist at least taking a closer look.

the pastries were still warm, icing sugar sifted over the top, covering the toppings and preserves. there were so many, that you were sure that whoever these belonged to, could never possible figure out that one was missing.

you picked up a raspberry topped one, fruit preserve dolloped in a smooth circle atop the delicacy. you examined it briefly, wanting to admire it a little before you destroyed it with your teeth.

you bite into it, sweet and tangy flavours melting onto your tongue as you close your eyes in bliss. the raspberry was definitely the best choice, crispy pastry flaking as the pinky-red jam coated your tongue. this was by far one of the best things you’d ever eaten, and you didn’t even feel slightly guilty that it didn’t belong to you.

however, what you had failed to realise, was that fenrys had followed you after the meeting, wanting to spend time with you and let you rant on about whatever book had been currently occupying your time.

“this doesn’t look like your room, darling,”

you jump, hand flying to your chest as you attempt to flounder for an excuse, stuttering out half sentences before giving up with a frustrated huff, shoulders deflating.

“oops?”

he barked out a laugh, stalking over to you with a hand outstretched, “give me one then, so that we’ll both be in trouble,” he said with a wink.

you hand him another raspberry one, picking out the tastiest looking one with extra preserve on.

you liked fenrys a lot, and you thought that maybe he liked you too, but after everything with maeve, you wanted to let him make the first move, content with letting things blossom on their own.

you hadn’t been sure if he liked you back at first, worrying that your girlish crush on him was blinding your ability to determine his emotions. but, after seeing how he acted around other people, especially girls, you realised that he wasn’t just an affectionate person that loved long eye contact.

he groaned when he took his first bite, sending butterflies fluttering around your tummy. even the simplest things could set you off with him, enamoured by his every move.

you both continued to eat, eyes occasionally meeting in the thick silence as you focused on your crime. you stopped briefly when he took a step closer, opening his mouth as if to say something.

“oi, what the hell do you think you’re doing with my cakes!”

aedion’s voice startled you out of trance, causing you to whip around in alarm, freezing and dropping your half eaten pastry.

fenrys didn’t hesitate to take your now empty hand, pulling you to run out the room. you lunged to grab a couple more of the treats for the two of you, shrieking when aedion made to grab at you.

the two of you ran down the hallway, laughing loudly with aedion shouting profanities as he chased you.

flying round a corner, you yelped when fenrys pulled you into a hidden alcove, shadowed enough that it could cover the pair of you.

he pushed you against the wall, bodies close to keep yourselves as out of sight as possible. your chests heaved as you giggled, snorting lightly and trying to keep quiet.

fenrys shushed you, covering your mouth with his huge hand, smothering any sounds coming from you. he grinned down at you, pressing closer when aedion’s footsteps neared, before holding his breath as the man finally passed the alcove, cursing profanities under his breath.

only when the two of you began to calm down, adrenaline rushing through you, did you realise just how close your faces were. he dropped his hand from your mouth, and you could feel his breath hitting your face, eyes locked on yours.

your breath hitched as he leaned down slightly, the gap between you now so small that he would barely be able to fit his hand between you. assessing your facial expressions, he watched as your pupils dilated, hearing your heart pounding in your chest as your head tilted further back. his gaze shifted lower, watching as your tongue flicked over your soft lips, wetting them lightly.

fenrys cursed, groaning before he finally closed the gap, finally pressing his lips to yours.

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eek :)

[manicmanuscription]

Don’t Be Mad Sweetheart

PolySJM Week: Day Three

Prompt: Will There Be Enough Room?

Parings: Azriel / Eris / Fenrys / Reader

Summary: Your mates refuse to leave your side even after a fight, your old bedroom might not be able to fight all of them.

Tags: Fluff, Angst, (In-Couple fighting??) a little spicey but no smut.

Word Count: 1229

PolySJM Week 2025 Masterlist | Acotar Masterlist

I woke to a heavy weight settled against my chest. I wasn’t able to move and panic quickly replaced grogginess as I opened my eyes. The moonlight illuminating Eris tucked in on my left, Fenrys on my right and Azriel laying on top of me, his wings spread out across the three of us and touching the floor. 

They looked rather pitiful. It was an incredibly small bed, Fenrys hulking body smashed against the wall and one of Eris’ legs and arms were hanging outside of it. I think Azriel’s feet might be hanging off the bed. 

I had cried myself to sleep last night in my old bed chambers, tucked away in the back rooms of the Forest House. Eris had gifted them to me when my mates and I were all still courting. He had given Fenrys a similar sad room and we had come to the conclusion that he had done that for the sole purpose of making us run to his bedroom instead, although the sly male would never admit it. 

I can’t believe they had the audacity to come sneak into my bed in the middle of the night after I told them I wanted space after our fight. Guilt and anger clouded my mind, they’d been neglecting me lately. Late nights spent doing their respective court duties and it had turned into a full blown argument, the worst one we’d have since being mated. 

They were confusing me, it warmed my heart they had all crammed their muscular warrior bodies into this tiny bed just to be with me but at the same time it only enraged me further. Now they want to be with me? And spent time with me? After I yelled at them and forced them too? Fuck. Off. 

Small swirling shadows curled up against my ear, comforting me and a few slithered down to my mates as well slowly stirring him. I tried to untangle myself from the mass of bodies but it made it difficult. It didn't help that an illyrian warrior had his face tucked on my stomach. I was surprised he wasn’t crushing me to death. 

I tried to lift him off of me again but he only tightened his grip on my waist.  Mumbling something and I groaned in annoyance. “What the hell are you oafs doing.” I snapped out, Azriel lifted his head blinking the sleep from his eyes. “What does it look like we’re doing?”

“Don’t smartmouth me.” 

“I wasn’t-”

“We haven’t spent a night apart, do you think we’re going to start now sweetheart.” Fenrys mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion and he started running his fingers through my hair. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at the touch and I pushed it away.

“Surprised you even had the time to walk all the way down here.” I hissed. “Just, get off of me.” I said pushing at Azriel’s shoulders again, I knew they could feel the hurt down my bond, Azriel lifted himself on his forearms but made no move to fully remove himself. With Eris in the way I couldn’t exactly slide out from under him. I think the asshole was purposely blocking my exit.

“We’re not spending a night away from you.” Eris growled.

“No. I’m mad at you. Go sleep with the dryads for all I care.” Fuck them honestly. I already felt guilty for the things I’d said yet I was still angry at them. It wasn’t a good mix of emotions and it made my bad mood even worse. 

I crawled out from under Azriel, removing his arm and rolling myself on top of Eris. -Gods this mattress was tiny- All I had to do was roll down to the floor and find a different room to sleep in. One with a lock. 

Eris was faster than me and he trapped me close to him with his arms. He then flipped us around so he was pinning me to the mattress below him. Knocking Azriel into Fenrys in the process. “Ouch.” Azriel mumbled and Fenrys pressed a comforting kiss to the male’s forehead, then the corner of his mouth. 

“You can be mad at us and still share the same bed.” Eris demanded, it only made me angrier and I lifted myself, pressing my weight into my arms and elbows, our faces close together. “No, you don’t get to just command that of me you selfish, egomaniacal prick I-” 

Eris slammed his lips to mine, pulling a moan from me unbidden. I let it continue a few moments longer than it should’ve. Momentarily forgetting about everything that had transpired. 

When I did remember however I shoved him off me, pushing him into the duo tucked away to the corner of the mattress. Someone made a small ‘oomph’ sound and I swore a few pieces of the wall splintered as Fenrys got tucked further into it. 

God I was such a bitch- guilt made me start angry crying and I wiped away the tears as fast as I could. “You don’t get to just- don’t get to just fucking pretend I don’t exist and then demand we continue as if everything is normal.” I sobbed out, my breaths coming out unevenly and I tucked my knees to my chest. 

Movement stirred behind me, the mattress shifting with the males weight. One settled me into his chest and I recognized Fenrys by his scent. Eris by my side and Azriel in front of me, all somehow touching me and making the hurt worse and simultaneously calm me down. 

“We’re sorry baby.” Fenrys spoke softly, pressing a kiss to the juncture of my throat. “We want to  make it up to you.” Azriel agreed, running a hand up and down my leg. 

“I’m sorry love.” Eris was next to speak after a moment of hesitation he continued. “I didn’t mean to push you aside, I just- got wrapped up in my own head, in the court and pushed everyone past their limits. I didn’t mean to-” His voice broke slightly and I lifted me head so I could wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry too.” 

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I was mean.”

“We were all mean.” Azriel uttered, his tone regretful. 

“We’re going to take a vacation, I promise.” Eris vowed, Fenrys smirked,  eyeing my body up and down. “Where we’re definitely going to try and make it up to you.” 

“Can we go back to bed now please.” The Illyrian yawned and I giggled at the sight of the three massive males all crammed into my tiny bed. 

Fenrys eyed the mattress as if it offended him. “Our bed please, I think this thing gave me permanent back issues.” 

“If Eris hadn’t stuck me in this room when I first arrived at Court your back would be saved from turmoil.” 

Eris smirked, leaning his head against the wall. “What can I say? I wanted you three in my bed.” 

“I fucking knew it!” Fenrys exclaimed and I just gave the red headed male an exasperated look. My mate picked me up and carried me from the dusty room. “We’re going to get him back for this.” He whispered softly in my ear, sending tingles down my spine. 

Eris and Azriel walked behind us hand in hand and I giggled against Fenrys’ chest. “One hundred percent.”

[hephestusdreher]

[roseandxanderfics]

"The Moonlight Bond" - Fenrys x Naive!reader

Summary: A nervous half-Fae outsider at Orynth’s palace feels out of place but is approached by Fenrys Moonbeam. Despite his flirtatious reputation, he offers kindness and comfort. As they talk, a quiet connection forms, and they end up falling asleep together, their bond deepening.

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The silver halls of Orynth’s palace were colder than you’d imagined.

Not physically—though the stone walls retained a chill from the long Terrasen winter—but in spirit. The kind of chill that had nothing to do with weather, and everything to do with how people looked at you.

You didn’t belong here. Not really.

It didn’t matter that your village elders had sent you as a “representative” of your small half-Fae settlement in the Northwood. It didn’t matter that you’d trained for this, practiced your greetings and table manners, studied the names and faces of Terrasen’s most powerful. You were out of place. You were quiet. Polite to a fault. Nervous. And very clearly not a courtier.

You had only been in Orynth for three days, and already, you’d managed to mix up the seating order at breakfast, bow too deeply to a steward, and—worst of all—mistake a dish of lemon-scented finger water for a beverage. You’d taken two sips before a kind-eyed servant gently corrected you, and you’d been dying inside ever since.

Now, seated at a long banquet table lined with gold-rimmed plates and serious people in serious clothing, you kept your head down and your hands folded in your lap.

If you don’t speak, you can’t say the wrong thing, you reminded yourself. If you don’t move, you can’t knock anything over.

A poor mantra, perhaps, but the best you had.

The dining hall was all candlelight and polished marble, the sound of clinking silverware and laughter bouncing off the vaulted ceilings. And yet, you felt more invisible than ever. At the far end of the table, Queen Aelin herself laughed over a private joke with her cousin, General Aedion Ashryver. Even from this distance, her presence crackled like lightning.

You hadn’t spoken to her. Gods above, you didn’t want to. Just being near this many powerful people made your skin itch.

So you kept to yourself, nibbling cautiously at your roasted pheasant and trying very, very hard not to look out of place.

You didn’t see him coming.

Not until the chair beside you slid back with a low scrape—and a tall, silver-haired male folded into it.

You froze.

Fenrys Moonbeam.

You recognized him immediately, of course. The Queen’s elite cadre of warriors—the famed cadre—was as well known as any legend. But Fenrys had a particular reputation. He was the flirt, the charmer. The beautiful one with teeth. Deadly and dazzling. Untouchable.

He was also the kind of person who belonged in the heart of the room, not sitting beside you.

You tried not to stare.

“Relax,” he murmured, not looking at you as he poured himself a glass of wine. “I’m not here to interrogate you.”

You stared harder at your plate.

“Though,” he added with a smirk, “I did see you drink the finger bowl earlier. That was bold.”

Your stomach turned to ice.

“I didn’t— I mean— It was an accident,” you said quickly, words tumbling over themselves. “I wasn’t—no one told me—”

“Easy, sweetheart.” He leaned his elbow on the table, resting his cheek against his knuckles as he looked at you. Really looked. “I’m not laughing at you.”

You blinked, stunned into silence by the golden warmth in his voice. His eyes were molten amber, lined with long lashes, his expression far softer than you’d imagined it could be. You’d thought he’d be mocking. Sharp. The way others at court were when you faltered.

But he wasn’t.

He was watching you like you were some kind of puzzle. Like he wasn’t quite sure what to make of you.

“That’s the second time someone’s called me ‘sweetheart’ since I got here,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

Fenrys raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how do you feel about that?”

You stared at him, confused.

“No one’s ever… said things like that to me before,” you admitted, voice soft.

His expression shifted—just barely. Like something in him had stilled. He swirled the wine in his glass, then leaned in closer.

“Well,” he said quietly, “they should have.”

You weren’t sure what to do with that.

So you fiddled with your fork, heat creeping up your neck.

The silence between you stretched—not awkward, exactly, but heavy in a way that made your stomach flutter.

“You’re not from here,” he said finally. “And you’re not a court-trained anything, are you?”

You hesitated, unsure if it was a trap.

“I’m… from a village near the Northern border,” you said at last. “A half-Fae community. Small. Peaceful.”

Fenrys nodded like that explained everything. “You don’t talk like the rest of them.”

“I suppose I don’t.”

“And you’re nervous.”

“…Yes.”

He smirked. “You’re honest, too.”

You weren’t sure if it was meant to be a compliment. But it sounded like one. It felt like one.

A few minutes passed in quiet. You didn’t speak. You didn’t have to.

Then, softly, Fenrys reached across the table and pushed your wine glass an inch to the left, away from your water bowl. “That one,” he said gently. “That’s the real drink.”

You looked up at him.

And for the first time, you smiled.

Fenrys didn’t leave after that.

He stayed beside you for the rest of the meal, occasionally offering quiet commentary when the table conversation turned political or snide. He didn’t talk down to you—never made you feel small or like you didn’t belong. If anything, it was the opposite. Somehow, just by being near him, your breathing slowed. The food didn’t taste like sawdust anymore. And when you laughed—really laughed, once, at a joke he made about Aedion’s dramatic brooding—you caught him smiling too. Softly. Like your amusement meant something.

It was strange, how someone like him—untouchable, golden, too radiant to even look at for too long—could feel like a tether. Like steadiness.

When the feast ended, you stood with the rest of the court, unsure where to go next. You hadn’t been told what came after—whether you were expected to mingle, retreat to your guest rooms, or simply disappear.

You turned to ask someone—anyone—and found Fenrys watching you again.

He didn’t speak at first. Just held out a hand.

You stared at it, hesitant.

“I won’t bite,” he said, lips tilting in that easy grin. “Unless you ask nicely.”

Your face went hot.

But… you took it.

His hand was warm, his grip sure but gentle as he led you away from the dining hall—not through the grand corridor, but through a side door that opened into a quieter wing of the palace. The servants’ candles burned lower here, casting gold light against stone and tapestry. You walked in silence for a few moments, his fingers still loosely curled around yours.

Eventually, you found your voice. “Where are we going?”

“Someplace less crowded,” he said. “You looked like you needed a break.”

You blinked, surprised. “You noticed?”

He stopped walking.

Turned to face you.

His voice dropped to something quieter. “I notice everything about you.”

The words stole the air from your lungs.

You didn’t know how to answer. You didn’t understand what he meant. But the look in his eyes… it was real. Unflinching. Like he meant every word, and more he wasn’t saying.

“I’m sorry,” you said instead, because that was your reflex. Your habit. “I know I must seem—awkward. I don’t have experience with… with any of this. Politics. Conversation. Men like you.”

He cocked his head, expression unreadable. “Men like me?”

“You’re charming,” you said, before you could stop yourself. “And confident. And everyone watches you when you walk into a room.”

His lips twitched. “And you think that means I don’t get nervous?”

You gave him a look.

“Okay,” he admitted, shrugging, “I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t remember what it felt like.”

Your steps slowed as the hallway opened into a quiet, moonlit balcony overlooking the palace gardens. The scent of early-blooming jasmine floated through the air, soft and sweet.

You walked to the edge, resting your hands on the stone railing.

Fenrys stayed beside you, close but not crowding.

“I used to be afraid of court, too,” he said after a long pause. “Not for the same reasons. But I know what it’s like to pretend you know the rules.”

You glanced up at him. “I’m not pretending very well.”

He smiled faintly. “That’s what I like about you.”

Your heart skipped.

His tone had changed. Quieter. More serious.

You looked away, afraid you’d say something foolish. He was too much—too bright, too steady, too kind in a way that felt… dangerous. Because you didn’t know how to protect yourself from someone like that.

“I don’t really understand what’s happening here,” you said softly, the words slipping out before you could second-guess them. “I don’t know what to say to someone like you.”

Fenrys turned to face you, the moonlight catching in his hair, turning him to silver and fire.

“Then don’t say anything,” he murmured.

And he reached up—slowly, gently—to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

His fingers brushed your skin, and you felt it like a spark.

You didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

The silence between you wasn’t empty now. It was charged—filled with something warm and fragile, something you didn’t have the words for yet. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat. Your fingers curled tightly on the stone edge of the railing.

He stepped a fraction closer.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, voice low.

“No,” you whispered, before you could think.

He smiled again, this time softer.

His hand fell to your shoulder, then lower—fingertips brushing your arm, barely there. His touch wasn’t possessive. It wasn’t demanding. It was a question, and an answer all at once.

“I don’t play games,” he said, serious now. “Not with things that matter. Not with people like you.”

“People like me?”

“You’re real,” he said. “You look at this world like it’s too big, too fast—and you still try to be kind in it. You don’t hide behind pretty lies.”

“I don’t know how,” you admitted.

“Good.” He tilted his head. “Don’t learn.”

You didn’t know who leaned in first.

Maybe it was you. Maybe it was him.

But the space between you vanished, and the kiss was nothing like you expected. Not urgent. Not bold. Just… warm. Steady. A brush of his lips over yours like he was asking permission even now. Like he was letting you lead.

When he pulled back, his thumb ghosted over your cheek, catching the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You nodded. Dazed. Heart full.

He leaned his forehead gently against yours.

“Then let me walk you to your room,” he said. “And if you want me to leave after that, I will.”

You didn’t answer right away.

But your fingers found his again, twining softly between his own.

And he understood.

The walk back through the palace was quiet.

Fenrys didn’t let go of your hand.

You didn’t talk much—not because there wasn’t anything to say, but because the silence between you had changed. It was no longer full of nerves and gaps. It just was. Comfortable, like the hush between pages in a book, when the story is still writing itself.

You reached the guest wing without incident. No curious stares. No lingering courtiers. Just a stretch of moonlit hallway and the soft hush of your footsteps across marble.

When you reached your door, you turned toward him.

He didn’t crowd you. Didn’t press. Just waited.

“I…” You weren’t sure what you wanted to say. You’d never invited anyone into your space like this. Never wanted to. But something about him—his steadiness, the way he looked at you like you weren’t something to be fixed or reshaped—made it feel… safe.

You stepped back and opened the door.

He followed you in quietly, pausing only to close it behind you with a gentle click.

Your room was simple—guest quarters, nothing grand. A fire burned low in the hearth. The window was open, letting in the scent of pine and distant snow. A single candle flickered on the bedside table, its light soft and golden.

You turned to face him, suddenly unsure again. “I don’t know what to do now.”

Fenrys’s gaze met yours, steady and unhurried. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“But I want—” You stopped yourself. Blushed. “I think I want you to stay.”

He stepped forward and lifted a hand to your cheek. Just rested it there, thumb brushing over your skin like he was memorizing the shape of you.

“Then I’ll stay.”

You didn’t move away when he pulled you gently into his chest. You didn’t stop the way your head tucked under his chin, or how your arms slowly found their way around his waist. You just stood there, wrapped in the quiet strength of him, and let yourself feel it.

The calm. The warmth. The truth of being held without expectation.

He didn't kiss you again.

He didn't need to.

Instead, he guided you to the bed—not rushed, not suggestive. Just gentle. Kind. He helped you out of the heavy outer layers of your formal clothes, then took a step back to let you change, eyes turned respectfully away. When you were curled beneath the covers in your nightclothes, he sat on the edge of the bed, silent for a moment.

Then: “Can I lie beside you?”

You nodded. He pulled off his boots, loosened his shirt, and joined you under the blankets.

He didn’t wrap himself around you. He didn’t make it anything more than what it was: comfort. Presence.

But eventually, as the firelight dimmed and the quiet pressed in, you shifted.

Turned.

Found your way into his arms.

He didn’t say a word. Just held you close, his body warm and solid against yours, one hand curled loosely at your waist, the other stroking lazy patterns along your back.

“I don’t know what this is yet,” you whispered, sleep tugging at your voice.

“Neither do I,” he murmured. “But I like it.”

“Me too.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And you did.

For the first time in days, your chest didn’t feel tight.

For the first time in months, your thoughts weren’t racing.

And for the first time in your life, you fell asleep in someone’s arms knowing—really knowing—that you were wanted exactly as you were.

Naive or not.

New or not.

You.

That was enough.

It always had been.

[areyoutheredemons]

Hiiii! How about some FenHawke this weekend "Zinnia- I mourn your absence" Happy writing!

I hope you like mushy gushy fluff, cuz I kinda just had to let it rip. Thank you so much for the prompt, I love these two so much and any excuse to draw and write about them is appreciated.

Zinnia - I mourn your absence

Fenris x Hawke

It felt cold. Overwhelmingly so. The silence seemed to hang heavy in the air. The weight of being cold, alone in some dingy inn room made Fenris’ heart ache more and more.

I should have stayed with him, I should have made him leave with me.

What was supposed to be a few days of recovering from a wound Hawke sustained while the two took on a crazed slaver had become a week. That week stretched to another and a lost letter to affirm he was as coming kept the two apart even longer.

He knew Hawke, he trusted him. Garrett Hawke was perhaps the only man in all of Thedas he could say, without a doubt, he truly trusted. If Hawke said he’d meet him here, he would. He promised it.

When they fled Kirkwall, Fenris knew he couldn’t simply find another place to sit and do nothing. He told Hawke he had to do something good. If not good, something right. Hunting down corrupt mages and slaying slavers to free the poor souls from a fate like he once endured felt right. Killing Tevinter mages felt good. Bringing home a lost husband and missing child destined to be sold to the Magisters of Minrathous felt good.

Good wasn’t the right word. It felt like something he was meant to do, perhaps the Maker willed it. Perhaps he just came to the natural conclusion of healing from his past beside a man that made him believe in the hope of a better world.

Garrett Hawke never called himself hero, he was reluctant to accept the moniker of champion. He never wanted to be a hero, but Fenris knew that was another remarkable quality in Hawke that he wished more mages held. Doing good and helping people because to do nothing would mean he was just as guilty.

Under the sun they aimed to destroy tyrannical and power hungry mages. In moonlight, however, the simple reward of laying in one another’s arms warm in bed and with the chaos of the world outside the door was worth more than gold.

That was perhaps what Fenris was craving the most, what he felt was lost, what he feared he’d lose. He dreamed of the warmth of his lovers arms, the way he made the room brighter by walking through the door, and how Hawke knew how to make him smile. How he’d try to make him laugh, and tease him about how his ears wiggled when he did.

Fenris was lost in thought thinking of Hawke, and all that he was. A lover, a friend, a loyal companion, a clown, a romantic, a fighter and above all, Hawke was his. His chest felt empty. To be away from Hawke this long truly opened his eyes to the reality he hadn’t realized yet.

I mourn his absence. When he is not beside me, there’s a piece of me missing.

Come home to me, dammit.

The door squeaked on its rusty hinges and Fenris instinctively took a defensive stance, ready for danger. He found no danger, he found Hawke, rosy cheeked from the cold outside.

“I told you I’d come back, didn’t I?” Hawke smiled and opened his arms as if to say ‘here I am.’

It took mere seconds for Fenris to rush into him, pressing his face to the man’s chest to hear his heartbeat. He was real, he was alive, and he was his.

“I didn’t doubt you, it just felt like an eternity.” Fenris held his cheek and ran his thumb across it. “Next time I’m staying with you.”

“Fenris, you missed me that much?” Hawke had no doubt of the love Fenris held for him, but to see him speak this open about his feelings touched him.

“Hawke, I’m afraid I don’t know how to have a good nights rest without your arms around me.”Fenris sighed, truly baffled how that mage he met in Kirkwall became so precious to him. He would forever be grateful to fight and live beside him.

Hawke knelt down, holding Fenris around the middle. He held him close, just to make sure he was real. He lifted his head to gaze up at him.

“Then that would make two of us. I don’t think I could bare another night away from you, my love.” Hawke gave his lopsided, utterly in love smile.

Fenris leaned down to kiss him, a tender and gentle thing. He took his face in his hands, giving a firm look.

“Then get in bed and sleep beside me, and never let me sleep alone again.” He smiled, amused by his own sickeningly sweet devotion.

“Have I ever told you I’m the luckiest man In Thedas?” Hawke grinned, standing and moving to the bed.

“You’ve mentioned it before, perhaps you’ll find yourself even luckier by morning.” Fenris said low and sultry, shoving Hawke onto the bed to climb on top of him.

The two would make up for lost time.

Do not leave me to my loneliness again, when you are not beside me, I mourn your absence.

[bookishbroadwaybish]

Totally crashing out, send me all your fluffier fic recs because I need them so badly right now

[fiendsandfangs]

The 2024 Fiends & Fangs Fanwork Exchange blessed us with a trove of monster fanworks. Here's a fic we think you'll love. 💕

when is a monster not a monster (you love him)

by @hazelestelle ※ Ao3: Estelle

Dragon Age ※ Fenris/Male Hawke ※ (1,251 words) ※ Teen

Summary:

Hawke was left behind in the Fade, but he would do anything to come back to Fenris.

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[teine-mallaichte]

Hi!!! Happy Friday <3 I'm here with a fluffy prompt, for either Autumn & Anders or Adrian & Fenris (whoever you prefer!!) post-Kirkwall! From the romance of hands and touches prompts, "pillow" (one pats the pillow next to them, encouraging the other to climb in bed beside them)

fluff is hard 😂 but after that kiss prompt I felt that Adrian and Fenris deserved some fluff - or something close. Even if fluff isn't my wheelhouse.

So a bit of post DA2 FenHawke attempted fluff for @dadrunkwriting

The cabin was peaceful, a quiet stillness that only the gentle rocking of the ship and the occasional flutter of sails could break. Adrian lay sprawled across the bed, his limbs tangled in the sheets as if he'd simply fallen into them without a care in the world. His arm was flung lazily across the pillows, and he had settled into the warmth of the cabin after a long day. The chaotic motions of the ship were starting to feel more familiar, but there were still nights like this when he couldn't quite shake the sense that the ground beneath him should be more stable. But tonight at least everything was quiet.

He glanced over at the desk, where Fenris sat, absorbed in a book. Adrian didn’t really care to know what it was; Fenris could easily lose himself in a story or piece of knowledge for hours. It was one of those little quirks of his that Adrian had grown fond of, even if it did sometimes mean Adrian had to be a little… persistent to drag Fenris away from whatever had his attention.

A smirk tugged at Adrian's lips. He stretched lazily before lifting a leg and, with deliberate aim, poking Fenris in the side with his foot. The reaction was instant—Fenris stiffened, his concentration broken, and his green eyes flashed with an intensity that Adrian had come to love and almost anticipate.

“Fen,” Adrian drawled, the teasing tone unmistakable in his voice, “Are you planning on actually coming to bed tonight?” He stretched again, this time letting his arms reach above his head like a cat soaking in the comfort of a lazy afternoon nap. He turned his body just slightly, his eyes glinting with mischief.

He patted the pillow beside him, the gesture both casual and inviting. “It’s getting a bit lonely over here,” he teased.

Fenris raised an eyebrow, his gaze briefly flicking to the bed before he let out an exasperated sigh, his lips curling with amusement despite himself. “I’m sure you can manage without me,” he grumbled, his attention returning to the book in his hands. But Adrian knew better. Fenris wasn’t truly focused anymore.

He patted the pillow again, this time more deliberately, making sure the sound of his hand against the soft fabric was loud enough to reach Fenris.

“C’mon, Fen,” Adrian’s voice softened, coaxing now, but still carrying that playful edge. “I’m feeling a bit… abandoned over here.”

Fenris exhaled sharply through his nose, his gaze briefly drifting to Adrian’s sprawled figure on the bed, before he rolled his eyes and closed the book, "You are becoming far too accustomed to getting your way,” he muttered under his breath. He rose from the chair, his movements deliberate, as if he had the slightest chance of remaining unaffected by the rogue’s antics.

Adrian grinned to himself as Fenris climbed in beside him, his arm draping over Adrian’s waist, pulling him close without hesitation. It was familiar, easy, and comfortable.

Adrian leaned into the touch, “I’m glad you finally decided to join me,” he murmured.

Fenris simply exhaled softly, his fingers idly tracing circles on Adrian’s back, "Go to sleep Adrian."

[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.

[danikamariewrites]

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

Book Delivery

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.

[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.

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Pairing: Anders/Fenris/m!Hawke Rating: T Chapter: 1 Word count: 5948 Tags: Established polyamory, Feelings realisation, Fluff and Humour, Anders positive Summary: Inquisitor Adaar asks Varric for sweet anecdotes regarding Kirkwall’s infamous rebel mage. A tale of falling in love and baring your soul through gifts.

This fic goes with this gorgeous painting by @pinkfadespirit. Thank you again for such a mesmerising and soft piece ♥

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[spicywarl0ck]

Hiiii! Happy Friday! How about "goodbye kisses" for Fenhawke? :3

Happy Friday, thank you for the prompt, I know it's been a while x3 But here we go @dadrunkwriting Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke Rating: G Length: 715

His mind was made up and his bag was packed.

He was ready to leave any moment now, but his heart wasn’t in it. Not really. 

“You don’t have to do this alone.” Fenris's voice was quiet but still angry when he spoke, causing Hawke to stop mid-motion.

His chest felt heavy already and his mind was filled with doubts. He didn’t want to go, not truly. But he knew it needed to be done, and he would never be able to forgive himself if he didn’t try.

This was a mess he was partially responsible for too, after all.

“I know. But I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you.” Garrett turned around, a solemn smile on his lips before he stretched his arm to cup the elf’s cheek gently. The anger remained in Fenris’s eyes but he didn’t pull away.

“I have been fighting with you ever since we met. I can handle myself.” Fenris scoffed at him, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I know.” Hawke’s amber eyes were nothing but gentle when he returned the gaze. He had known Fenris for a while now, enough to be able to tell when his lover pouted. It was cute in a way, though he knew he would be a dead man if he ever dared to say that aloud.

“You are a skilled fighter, but I asked you often enough to stand with me out of selfishness. I know you would have stood with me no matter what, but it was me who dragged you into the war between mages and templars. I can’t ask you to finish it with me.” Garrett added just before he leaned forward to press his lips against Fenris's forehead.

“You have to let me go for now. I don’t like this more than you do, but if I can aid the Inquisitor in his fight against Corypheus, I must try. It was me who freed him.”

“It was us who freed him.” Fenris corrected him sternly, his eyebrows narrowing as they created a small fold between his eyes. “I was there too remember? I stood with you against him in the fight.”

“And it was a close call, back then.” Hawke took a deep breath. “I almost lost you.”

His thumb brushed over Fenris’s cheek gently. Everything inside him begged him not to leave Fenris behind, but he knew he couldn’t be so selfish. He had lost so much already and he knew he couldn’t bear losing his lover too.

“I can’t lose you.” he breathed, leaning in softly when he felt the elf’s resistance vanishing. 

A pair of weather-worn lips pressed against him before gauntleted hands cupped his bearded cheek. They held him to prevent him from pulling away as long as the kiss lasted, the bittersweet taste of goodbye an underlying note.

“Come back to me, okay?” Fenris’s voice was soft as he spoke against his lips.

“I will. How will I marry you otherwise?” This was not how Hawke meant to propose, but he knew it might be now or never. “So, you better wait for me and stay safe, you hear me? I want you to be safe.”

Another kiss followed this time filled with desperation as Fenris clutched onto him.

It reminded him of the kiss they shared before facing Meredith, neither of them knowing if they would survive. His hands moved from Fenris’s cheeks to his hips where he gently held him just for another heartbeat before he needed to let go.

He knew he wouldn’t leave if he allowed himself to stay here longer.

“Goodbye. I love you.” Garrett had a hard time saying those words, a sad smile on his lips before he forced himself to gather his bags. “I will send you messages whenever I can. Stay out of trouble.”

“Hmph, An advice you should rather give yourself.” Fenris snorted. “Don’t do anything reckless.” he continued, adding, "I love you too. You better come back.”

“Of course I will.” Hawke’s expression was soft before he set foot outside, leaving the small hut behind they had hidden in for some time now. He felt the loss almost instantly, and he couldn’t help throwing a glance back as the green of Fenris's eyes was burned into his memory. Also a small addition for heartbreak: It was what he remembered when he stood in front of the impossibly large demon.

“I’m sorry Fenris.” he breathed, his voice cracking when he imagined how heartbroken the elf would be. “It seems I won’t make it.”