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✨ - fluff

💓 - smut

👺 - angst

Fenrys Moonbeam

✨ You are Fenrys’s mate 

✨ Fenrys saw his mate for the first time 

✨ Okay, fifth. You live far 

✨ Whispers of Home 

Azriel

✨ In the middle of the night (i think it is also fluff + some kissing)

I like talking to people, and I can also laugh as hard as possible in front of others and I don't care. But after that, I can spend the whole weekend alone.

I love goals and their whole meaning. For example, I have a goal to take 10,000 steps every day, and if I don't, I can get mad.

I don't like when people "beat around the bush." You know. They won't say what they want or what the whole truth is; they're just talking and talking some stupid shit. I can get crazy or bored. Nothing in between.

I have a good imagination... I can imagine anything.

I have big expectations for people and also for myself.

I hate when a guy tells me that something isn't possible or that I'm wrong about something. I don't think I hate men. I like men. Sometimes.

If I have to make a decision, I will make the more realistic one.

I am sarcastic and realistic. Sorry.

I have a really good memory for situations or facts.

When I finished high school, I stopped every contact with my classmates. I didn't feel any need to go back (or keep in touch).

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

summary: Fenrys is in Rifthold helping Dorian, but there is one big problem - he misses you.

type: some type of fluff

word count: 0,9 k

He adored how the world changed with time. He felt like the sky was a bit bluer and the stars shone a little brighter. He had been in Rifthold for two weeks to help Dorian train a new combat unit. Pregnant Aelin had sent him to assist and he enjoyed it. He liked being helpful and also had to come up with a strategy to make sure he became the uncle, not Aedion. He’d save that fight for later.

“Do you miss her?” He raised his gaze to the king, who was smirking at him knowingly. Fenrys simply nodded. Of course, he missed you. There wouldn’t be a night when he didn’t think about how much he missed you. The scent of your hair, your eyes, or the curve of your back when you slept beside him on your stomach. But he couldn’t think about you too much, or he’d go mad and run back home to you. “We can continue tomorrow. Go explore the town. Buy some gifts. You know.” He had promised her he’d bring you the new edition from your favorite feminist author from the southern continent, and the thought of not fulfilling that promise was unacceptable.

Rittfold was crowded today. People were dining, drinking, and even dancing. He loved the energy that came from the people. He could watch them for hours. But not without you. He wanted you there with him. Or ideally, be home beside you and dog Buddy. He just wanted to curl up next to you and not let you go anywhere. To hear the wood crackling in the fireplace, smell the lavender and mist, or just feel the connection you shared through your bond.

When he entered the bookstore, the bell above the door jingled. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling. The librarian smiled at him and let him search. The gods. You would’ve loved it here. He wandered through the aisles, reading author names he’d never heard of. You would’ve run from shelf to shelf, singing praises of imagined stories, and he would’ve watched you like an angel. Eventually, he found the book. Then he made puppy eyes at the shopkeeper to recommend at least ten more books. After all, you read like a crazy maniac.

On his way back to the castle, a few people smiled at him, and he waved back. But he wasn’t in the mood for deeper conversations. They waved for him to come sit with them for a drink, but as an apology for not being able to stay, he raised the two full bags of books. Four more days. That was what he repeated to himself every cursed evening. He’d be lying to himself if he said otherwise. The room Dorian had arranged for him was spacious. It was away from the chaos of the castle and had a view of the old town. He was looking forward to taking a bath and washing his hair. He hated unwashed hair. He placed the bags in the chair and, just a few minutes later, had his head submerged in warm water.

“Who would’ve thought that the mighty the white wolf looks so good in a bath. A perfect picture.” He turned to the door, and there you were. You were wearing a woolen green coat and a black turtleneck. Around your neck was a colorful scarf Evangelin had knitted for you as a birthday gift, and your ears were red from the cold.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in Perranth?” You were his messy angel.

“I was.” You started to take off your coat and threw it onto the chair, along with your scarf. “However, my mate is very meticulous in his work, so I thought I’d be the one to sneak away from my business trip and break the rules.”

“Aelin will definitely understand.” He watched you move the armless chair closer to the bath and kissed him on the hair.

You extended your palm for him to place the shampoo in, and you began to wash his hair. “I think so too.” He could only focus on your hands in his hair and tilted his head back further. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. You can dip your head now.” He obeyed you. He always obeyed you. When he emerged, he looked at you, and you raised an eyebrow and puckered your lips.

“Come here.”

“Clothed?”

“Ideally, no.” You smirked and began to take off your shoes. He watched every slow movement of yours. He didn’t want to miss a single move.

“Tell me, love. Are those two full bags of books for Lorcan?” You asked as soon as you got rid of your pants, and the turtleneck followed. It took you forever.

Dorian had to know you’d come. He wouldn’t have let anyone just pass through the guards, though he wouldn’t have been surprised. “I figured since he’s been nice lately, he deserves something.”

“I’m sure feminist literature will please him.” Lorcan, definitely. He’d rather use it to start a fire in camp than read it.

You slowly removed the rest of your clothes and gently sat on him in the bath. His hands immediately went around your waist. “That bookstore would’ve been perfect for you. We can go tomorrow.”

“Fenrys. You’ve bought more than enough books.” You said, wrapping your arms around him and smiling at him. That smile was his salvation.

“It’ll never be enough.” He kept one hand on your waist, while with the other, he pulled you by the neck towards him to finally kiss you. The next morning, you woke up tangled in the sheets, with the Adarlan's sun shining on a new day. He had work. But Dorian would understand.

I do not believe that they did not have any interaction between each other. They had to talk at least about f*cking weather ⛅️. Like Lucien is really cool and also handsome guy. She had to FEEL something.

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

summary: Reader can not sleep and some wolf guy also.

word count: 1,6 k

My best ideas always came as a replacement for sleep, and baking a peach pie was one of them. I was sitting on a kitchen chair wrapped in a blanket, watching the steam rise from the pie. I hated it when there was a full moon and I couldn’t sleep. Damn moon.

“Sage?” An annoyingly familiar male voice called from behind the door. I opened the door, and there stood the wolf himself.

“Fenrys?! What are you doing here?” Damn moon, damn pie and damn Fenrys.

“Came to check on you. You’ve wrapped yourself up like a mummy again and act like the world doesn’t exist. I get it. Can I come in?” I stepped aside and let him into the apartment. “Nice place.” Without asking, he sat on a kitchen chair and looked at me like he expected to be served, like in a tavern. I was still standing by the door. “Melancholy in boots! Well, without them. That’s your new title. Wear it with grace!”

Idiot. “Don’t tell me you annoyed everyone at the castle again, and they kicked you out just to get a few hours of peace.”

“That would never happen.” He tilted his head toward the kitchen and started sniffing. I still hadn’t moved from the doorway. “You baked?”

“Peach pie.”

“Smells good.”

“Family recipe.” The corner of Fenrys’s mouth twitched—he was clearly enjoying himself, since I was still standing at the door in my own apartment, and he was about to start eating. “Want some?”

“Pretty please,” he drawled like a little boy. So I finally moved from the door and placed the whole tray in front of him. For him, it would be just a light evening dessert anyway. “Unless you’re hungry…”

“Eat.” That was enough for him—he immediately dug in. “So, once again. What are you doing here, Fenrys?”

“I wanted to check in on you. See how you're doing, what’s new.”

“You don’t care what’s new or how I’m doing.”

“That’s not true.”  I reached for the pie, and he swatted my hand away. “Maybe I don’t care that much... but just a little.” At least he was honest. “I can’t sleep.”

“You’re not the only one.” I glanced at him—and at the clock behind him.

“That’s not what I meant.”

I wrapped myself tighter in the thick blanket Evangeline had knitted for me while trying to teach Aedion how to knit. “Then what did you mean, Fenrys?”

“Stop looking at me like that, Eyes-as-big-as-questions. I can’t handle it.” I raised an eyebrow. Fenrys was the king of all idiots. But if he’d come here at this hour, there had to be a reason. “I keep thinking about Connall. I see him in my mind, and I can’t stop replaying his words... you know.” I just nodded. “I should’ve been different.”

“Less you?” He looked at me and nodded. “So that’s why you’re here?”

“I guess… I just needed someone to hear me out. To think he was a good man.”

“Don’t others think that? I’m sure they’d listen to you.” I didn’t get it. They knew him better than I did. Some of the court had known them since they were young boys.

Fenrys ran a nervous hand through his beautiful hair. He was charming, yes. Tall, broad-shouldered, arrogant in the way he walked—a clear sign of the warrior he was. But not enough to keep me up at night or ruin my already fragile sleep schedule. “Look. Rowan knew him. I think he even liked him. Lorcan trained us. They were there—but also not. And Aelin… I don’t want to drag her back into that time.”

“So by process of elimination, that leaves me?” Aedion and Lysandra had their own world a few miles away. And Lady of Perranth too. When I did the math, yeah—I was the obvious candidate.

“Well… yeah.”  He answered with his mouth full of pie.

“Yeah? So what place was I on your famous the White Wolf listener list?” I leaned more into the kitchen counter.

“Third.” I gave him a look. “Okay, fifth. You live far. And it’s cold out.”

“I live an hour’s walk from the castle, you idiot!”

“Like I said. Far.” Fenrys was a self-centered idiot. But there was something about him that pulled people in, and I wasn’t immune. People wanted to be near him, to be noticed by him. I wasn’t sure if he knew, but with his personality, he probably believed the whole kingdom in the heavens was obsessed with him. 

“Do you drink?”

“Do I look like a grumpy old Lorcan? Of course I drink.”

“You know that grumpy old Lorcan is the husband and mate of my best friend, right?”

“And did you know his full name is Lord Lorcan Lochan? Unbelievable.” I had to smile at that. I didn’t believe in coincidences, but that name combo was too good. I poured him a glass of whiskey and handed it to him.

“You’re laughing now, but if those two ever have a kid, we’ll be fighting over who gets to be the godparents.” Fenrys nodded, clinked glasses, and took a sip. I sat next to him.

“I wonder how they manage… you know, the height difference.” He was working my nerves.

“If you’re asking whether he grabs books from the top shelf for her, then yes.” Fenrys looked like he wanted to tease me more but let it go—for the pie’s sake. Though he’d definitely return to it later. “I’m sorry you can’t sleep,” I admitted.

“Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d listened to him more. Con wasn’t stupid. But then again, if I had listened… I wouldn’t be here.” He kept his eyes on the wall while eating. “I don’t know which thought is worse.”

“It’s eating you up that you feel like a selfish jerk because you can’t choose, isn’t it?” Fenrys nodded and looked straight at me for the first time. “Let’s be honest. Your brother will always be a part of you. No matter what anyone says. It’s up to you what you do with that.” 

Silence fell. Fenrys looked tired, dark circles under his eyes. “I paid for his grave,” he confessed, burying his face in his hands. “I went to our old village and paid for an empty grave.”

That was news. “Do the others know?”

“No one. Not even Aelin. I said I had business in Wendlyn and took a detour to the village where we grew up.” His head still in his hands, he went on: “He loved it there. I was the one who dragged him to Doranelle because I wanted more. What we had wasn’t enough for me.”

I slid closer and gently touched his left arm. “Beating yourself up won’t help.”

“I know. I just wish he was here. So I could share things with him. Be with him. Argue and then hug him and never let go. I just wish…” There he was. The famed the White Wolf without his twin.

I moved my hand under his chin and lifted his face so he’d look at me. He let me. His eyes were full of grief and exhaustion. “What?”

He took my wrist and looked at it for a moment. My wrist looked like a child’s next to his, but he left it there. “I’d tell him I love him. I never did.” He stared into my eyes and we just sat there. “You’re his type.”

“What?!”

“You’re Connall’s type. He would’ve liked you.” I stared at him, not understanding. “Smart, fierce, understanding. A little pissed at life but wild when it comes to fighting for something you care about. Slightly pessimistic but still capable of laughing. And you can bake. He would’ve liked you.”

“I thought his type would be someone who could charm a room and slice enemies to pieces.” Fenrys smirked and looked at me.

“That’s a fun idea, sure. But that was never our type.” For some reason, I couldn’t stop smiling.

“I thought you didn’t care how I was or what I was doing.”

“Maybe I care a little more than I let on.”

“If you ever want to talk about Connall, my door’s open.” Fenrys just nodded and leaned his head on my wrist. He was an idiot. He could win someone over in minutes—but still, I didn’t want to send him away.

“So I don’t have to deal with Greta next time?” I frowned, confused. “She kicked me out of the kitchen when I went for milk to help me sleep. Said she needed it for breakfast and barely had enough.”

I chuckled and looked at the clock again. Almost 3 a.m. “Want to stay the night?” Fenrys raised an eyebrow mockingly. “On the couch.”

“Can I take the pie?” Fae men never stopped surprising me.

I brought him a blanket and pillow and tossed them on the couch. “Yes.” Fenrys politely pushed in the chair, took the pie, and went to the couch. “Good night.”

“Listener?”  He stopped me in the doorway, pie in hand. “Thank you.” I nodded.

“Listener?” Now I was smiling again. This man was a menace. “Can I hug you?”

“Sure.” He put the pie down and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I was enveloped in his scent. I rested my head on his chest and heard his heart beating. He laid his head on mine. We stood like that for a while, and then he let me go without a word. I waited until he lay down on the couch—which was a little too short for him—and closed the door behind me. I lay down in bed and, for the first time, peace and safety embraced me. Maybe it was the exhaustion.

summary: Azriel is really tired but he has to finish work. But he has I lovely mate that will help him.

type: some type of fluff

word count: 1368

He didn't know how to proceed. It was already night and he had been staring at papers and evidence for several hours. It was already painful to hold his wings upright. His mate was sleeping in the next room and all he wanted to do was go lay down next to her and cuddle with her. Or maybe he would wake her up the way she likes. Gods, there were so many things he would rather be doing than what he was doing now.

"Why are not you sleeping?" he turned his head and saw his intelligent, brave, clever and of course beautiful mate standing and leaning against the door frame. Her beautiful long hair was in a bun and she also had a headband that kept all her hair out of her face. Her eyes watched him with a reprimanding look and her body. That body. Her arms were crossed and her fingernails were painted with dark blue nail polish, one of her small signs of rebellion against society and the dress code. She was wearing his black sleeping tunic and loose pants.

"All the clothes you're wearing right now are mine," he said with one corner of his lips up.

She rolled her eyes. How he adored it when she did it. "Since my dear friend prefers to spend his time with peppers, I have to find something that will hug me at least a little while I sleep," he just spread his arms in response and his companion made her way to him.

She sat on his lap and he wrapped his huge arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. She smelled like lavender. "I'm sorry, beautiful. I just don't know how to move forward in this case. It doesn't make sense," she looked into his eyes. He showed her everything in them. Fatigue, what he felt for her and also where he would rather be. Sighing, she looked back at the papers.

"So what do we know?"

"We know?" he asked. He loved it when she said that. They were a team and they were equal.

And so he began to explain everything to her. Who. Why. What he figured out and what he didn't understand. During that time, she listened and made them coffee.

They spent hours on it. Papers were everywhere. On the couch. On the table. Even on the walls. The whole room turned into a research zone.

"It's the wife!" his chosen one screamed.

He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "How did you find out?"

She started to explain to him how she came up with it. She was running around the room and he was listening and watching her. When she finished, she turned to him and waited for his reaction.

He watched her in dumb amazement and didn't know which part of her to focus on "Why are wives so clever?"

"Because our partners will search us," she replied confidently.

"Because our husbands don't pay attention to us," she answered confidently.

Azriel stood up with all his confidence and arrogance. He approached her thoughtfully until he came to her. She didn't back down. She never backed down. “This husband and mate don't. This one admires his wife and mate and will adore her more than she can handle.”

She took a step closer to him and looked confidently into his eyes. "She can handle a lot. More than he could possibly imagine."

He took the headband off her head and let down her beautiful hair. He put them away from her right shoulder and whispered in her ear “Many people have told him that he has a great imagination. And also that he is very creative," he rolled up his tunic with his hands and pulled her close.

"Does he have any references? ,” her voice cracked. He kept hugging her hips with his hands and slowly kissed her neck.

He rolled up the tunic slowly but surely. He moved tunic from her hips to her waist until it reached the sides of her breasts. "Beauty raise your hands," she raised. The tunic fell to the ground. He looked at the woman he belonged to. Her head was proudly held high and her chin up. The long neck was a huge attraction for him. He spent hours there, hidden from the world. And then the breasts. Flat stomach and hips on which his pants barely held. He went back to those eyes. They stood there now facing each other like two rivals. Both of them were naked from the waist up and neither of them moved. They were both more than competitive.

"Together?" she asked him in that husky voice.

At the same moment, they rushed towards each other. They kissed as if they hadn't seen each other for months. Azriel picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was holding her back and she was focusing on his neck. She was leaving marks that he belonged only to her and he adored it.

Slowly and as gently as he could, he laid her down on the carpet. "What reward does my wife want for being so intelligent?"She started pulling his pants down with her feet. "I understand." He watched her all the time and made sure to be attentive.

When he opened his eyes, he was instantly blinded by the light. At that moment, his brain started receiving stimuli. Undrawn curtains. His mate lying next to him with her bare back and hair in all directions. She was breathing calmly, which symbolized that she was still asleep. And pounding on the door. Who would… Cassian. Training. He is going to kill him.

He stood up and couldn't find his pants. And so, out of the decency that he managed to muster, he took the blanket that was thrown over the chair and wrapped it around his waist. The closer he got to the door, the more he wanted to kill his brother and make sure his body would never be found again. However, he would not want to face Nesta, so he threw this idea into the trash in his mind. He opened the door and there he stood before him. "What do you want?"

"Why didn't you come to training?" direct question.

"Because I was asleep," direct answer.

"That's what I thought when I look at you now. And why did you fall asleep?" he would like to knock that crooked smile off his face if his wife did not appear before him.

"What you want?" she looked more bored than when he once took her to practice. Right after the training, she declared to him that her weapon will remain her brain and the ability to smile at people she would rather throw into the nearest lake.

"Your dear, he didn't come to training so I came to make sure he's alright. And it looks like he is,” Azriel's thoughts about his brother's death drifted back to the main goals of the day.

His dear took a long breath and kept staring at Cassian “And?”

"And? Do you know what will happen to his body?” Cassian and his bullshit.

She looked at Azriel and he wrapped an arm around her waist in support. "Not much. But you will definitely be happy to tell me."

Cassian started throwing his arms around and she just watched him. "His body…"

"I'll stop you here. The body we're talking about and can look at is in perfect shape and it's partly thanks to me. So now this is what happens. I'll slam the door on your face and then I and my mate will be locked in this apartment for several hours. Maybe days. And this," she gave him all the documents for the work we did during the night. "You can take it to your friend Rhysand when you're so active. We will be very grateful to you. And now excuse us," she slammed the door in his face as she promised and turned back to her lover.

He gave her a proud smile. "Bed or carpet?"

"The wall."

note from me: I have an idea about starting to write a smaller series about Fenrys. So I want ask you if you would be interested in this idea. If so, message me 👍, please. 

Thank you and have a nice day.

To fall in love.

Why?

Because people are bad.

this is a question i have been asking myself for so many years.

creator?

friend?

lover?

daughter?

professor?

student?

and i still can not answer this question. but i think the point of life is figuring out who you want to be. am i right?