#fenrys

Fenrys - Wolf Girl's Paradise (Chillin' in Another World)

Fenrys shows off her wild curves in a stunning bikini, her predatory charm and naturally curvy figure making her absolutely captivating.

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Fenrys x reader

note: Basically. Fenrys deserves happiness and I thought of this and kept putting it off because I thought I should add like a whole plot before and after this but um i've decided not to partly because I'm lazy and because ik i won't post it otherwise and I like the scene how it is. Feel free to send in requests. Anyways enjoyy <33 (Reader was one of Maeves healers she kept imrprisoned)

The room was still. Still, save for the soft breeze winding in from the balcony, stirring the edge of the velvet curtains. Morning light spilled across the marble floor of the meeting chamber, warm and golden, as if trying to chase the shadows from the corners.

It didn’t quite reach us.

We stood outside on the connected balcony, just beyond the arching glass doors, the city of Orynth stretching far below. Its rooftops glinted in the sunlight, life bustling through the streets, but up here—high above the noise—it was quiet. Peaceful, in a way neither of us had truly known in years.

Fenrys leaned his forearms on the railing, the wind playing with a few unruly strands of his golden hair. His gaze was distant, unreadable, fixed somewhere beyond the horizon.

I watched him for a long moment before I joined him, resting my elbows beside his. For a while, we said nothing. We didn’t need to.

“They’re late,” I murmured eventually.

He gave a noncommittal grunt, eyes still locked on the city below. “Aelin’s version of on time is always dramatic.”

I almost smiled, but it faded as my eyes drifted across his face—his perfect, too-handsome features marred only by the deep scar that cut from the edge of his eye down his cheek. Faintly pink still, though it had healed long ago.

A cruel mark.

He caught me staring, his jaw tightening just slightly. Not from embarrassment. No, Fenrys had long since passed the point of vanity. It was something else—something bitter and raw, just beneath the surface.

I hesitated, then spoke. “I could fix it.”

He blinked. “What?”

“The scar.” I reached out gently, barely brushing my fingers to his cheek, near the edge of it. “It’s a simple healing. It wouldn’t take much from me.”

For a heartbeat, he didn’t move.

Then he pulled back, just enough to break my touch.

“No.”

His voice wasn’t harsh. Not even cold. Just quiet. Firm.

I blinked at him. “Why not?”

He looked away again, toward the mountains this time. His knuckles whitened on the balcony railing.

“Because I deserve it.”

The words struck like a blade. I stared, stunned into silence.

He exhaled through his nose, the wind ruffling his hair as he spoke again. “She gave it to me. Before her last stand...it reminds me of-” His voice caught.

He didn’t say the rest. He didn’t have to. We both knew what had happened. What Maeve had him go through. What he had to endure.

“It reminds me of my failure” he continued. “How I wasn't able to save him”

I stepped closer, letting the silence hang between us a beat longer before I said gently, “You didn’t fail, Fenrys. She took everything from you, made it impossible for you to do anything but watch”

“I should’ve fought harder,” he murmured, voice frayed. “I should’ve done something. I was his gods damned brother and I...I let her twist me into something I wasn't.”

“You survived,” I whispered. “Your still fighting. You did what you could” I knew my words wouldn't fix his broken heart but I tried. Because I hated that defeated look in his eyes.

He turned to me then, finally. The pain in his eyes was so raw it made my throat tighten. Haunted. Aching.

“I understand why you keep it,” I said quietly. “But you’re more than what she did to you.”

His eyes flicked to my wrists, to the marks that even my healing hadn’t erased. Maybe I’d left them there on purpose too. Maybe we both needed our reminders.

“I know,” he said, almost too softly to hear. “But it helps. On the days when I forget. When I feel like I don’t deserve to be here at all.”

A breath left me. I nodded, not in agreement, but in understanding.

“You do,” I said. “Even if you can’t see it yet. You do.”

He held my gaze for a long time, something unspoken moving between us like a tide neither of us could stop. Then, at last, he gave a single, slow nod.

We turned back to the city together, the silence no longer heavy, just… quiet.

The door creaked behind us. Aelin’s voice floated through, exasperated and amused “You two lovebirds planning on coming in or should we push the meeting to next week?”

Fenrys smirked faintly but didn't comment on the term Aelin used. Before we turned, his fingers brushed against mine intentionally, his lips tilting up in the slightest of smiles.

A promise.

Together.

We would do this together.

bonus if he has long hair

i'll start

but then you pour your heart and soul into the most well-crafted, heart-wrenching oneshot and post it to a nicher fandom? It's gotten one kudo. ONE.