Could I Request Something With Fenrys From Throne Of Glass And His Mate?

Could I request something with Fenrys from Throne of Glass and his mate?

A/n: You most certainly can my dear 🧡 I hope you all enjoyed this, feedback and constructive criticism is always welcome, but be polite please 🧡

Hiding

Fenrys Moonbeam let loose a huge sigh the moment he was out of Doranelle.

Maeve had sent him off on a task to hunt down a merchant she believed would cross her.

The merchant was from within Doranelle, but the ancient queen had been vague with her orders and had given him much longer to fulfill his task than he would need.

He took advantage of this and sent word to Y/n L/n to meet him at the border of Doranelle so that he might take them both away for a while.

As they strolled through the woods - knowing they should find a place to stay soon, but unwilling to leave this peaceful moment - Fenrys looked down at the female by his side.

And now he couldn't look away.

"What is it?" Y/n's voice mused, bringing Fenrys to the realisation that she had looked back at him.

Her eyes glowed in the setting sun; her hair was messy, strands strewn across her face from the wind; her lips curled into a soft yet cheeky smile. She was breathtaking.

The words clanged through Fenrys just like the very first time they met.

Mate. My mate.

Their mating bond had snapped into place the moment they'd met.

He remembered it vividly.

Y/n was tipsy and not at her cognitive prime; not to mention being thrown out of the bar Fenrys was stood in front of.

"I didn't start shit you old bat!" She had been yelling at the closed doors of the bar.

"Trouble in paradise?" Fenrys had drawled at the female who was then taking up much of the sidewalk and preventing him from passing.

Y/n had turned to the warrior with a scowl, but he only smirked and looked her directly in the eyes. And that's when they felt it.

A connection- no. A bond. A bond, falling into place between them, entwining their minds and souls. The mating bond.

Y/n had sobered up almost immeadiately and Fenrys had ditched the smirk for a small, but genuine smile.

"Do want to get some dinner?"

"It's nothing. I just, can't believe it sometimes. That I found you. That you're mine. My mate." He finally responded with a shake of his head that caused his bright, golden hair to cascade down his shoulder.

Y/n smiled, but it was subdued.

"Maybe you could believe more easily if we weren't sneaking around all the time." She muttered and Fenrys froze for half a second.

"Must we have this conversation now? We're supposed to be spending a good time together before I have to go back." He sighed and Y/n stared at her feet.

"You're right. I'm sorry, we shouldn't discuss this now." She apologised, her voice was soft and sad on Fenrys' ears and he gulped guiltily.

He stopped walking and Y/n looked up at him in confusion. He gripped her shoulders and squeezed, then pulled her tightly into his chest.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he buried his face into her neck and took in her scent. She smelt like orchids and roses. And she smelt like contentedness. And a little annoyed, but he decided not to mention it.

Her scent was beautiful and comforting. For Fenrys, her scent was home.

And for Y/n, Fenrys' slightly sweaty, but grounding smell of the lavendar soap she had made for him (that he lathered himself in every bath) was her comfort. Her home.

Her arms squeezed tightly around his neck.

"I love you." Fenrys muttered and Y/n smiled against the tender skin of his neck.

"I love you too." She whispered back and they both huffed little laughs.

They pulled away and Y/n slid her hand down his arm, intertwining their fingers.

Fenrys chuckled as he looked down at their connected hands.

"What now?" Y/n teased with a small smirk.

"Your hands are so tiny. Mine basically swallows yours up." He swung their hands back and forth and Y/n burst into laughter.

She wasn't one to laugh often, but being alone with Fenrys. Her mate. Surrounded by his scent and his voice and his warmth. She could do it then. She could laugh.

She could smile and be happy and relax.

"Fenrys look! Oh it's so adorable. We should stay there tonight." Y/n claimed excitedly pointing at the small inn that lay in the clearing.

"Do you want that my love?" He brought their joined hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

"Yes! Yes please!" Y/n had a wild grin lighting up her face.

"Then that's what we'll do." He quickened his steps and they reached the inn in no time.

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After finding a room, Fenrys and Y/n sat curled up together on the bed.

"When are we going to stop hiding? It's not easy for me to sneak out of Doranelle every so often." Y/n mumbled and Fenrys stood up suddenly, causing her to fall down on the matress.

"We already talked about this. We said we weren't going to mention it!" Fenrys kept his voice level. He didn't want to yell at her.

"I know, but it's hard Fenrys! It's hard when you haven't even told me why we're hiding! It's been so long, don't you think I want to show off my mate? Tell my family? Be with you and not feel like a dirty little secret?" Her eyes burned and bottom lip quivered, but her voice was quiet.

She stood up on the other side of the bed and Fenrys looked her in the eyes. Those broken, confused eyes that had filled with tears Y/n wasn't going to let drop. And for a moment, he wished she was yelling. He wished she was screaming at him, berating him.

But she just stood there, upset and expectant. And he couldn't stop himself.

"Y-you...you can't know Y/n..." He stumbled over his words.

"Why not? Do you not trust me? Are you in with bad people? At least give me a reason." She snapped.

"A reason. I don't care if it's a lie. Just any reason for me to not tell my mother that her only daughter found her mate. That he's the most amazing male anyone's ever met!"

Fenrys just stared at her. He felt like his brain had stopped. She really thought he would do that?

He took two large steps around the bed and gripped her chin in his large hand.

"I would..." he took a deep, shaky breath, "I would never lie to you. Especially not about something like this."

She reached a hand up and held on to his wrist.

"Then... then why..." She trailed off. She had no words. All she wanted was to be with her mate. To have a big happy family that she didn't have to hide.

Fenrys sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Y/n onto his lap. She looped her arms around his neck and rest her head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer to him.

"Y/n, the reason we have to hide is because the female I serve, she... she can't find out about you. Because she'll torture you in every way possible. I want you unruined by that- that-"

"Calm down Fenrys. Take a deep breath." Y/n cut him off. She pressed three soft kisses to his neck and he sighed.

"Who do you work for, love? How bad could it possibly be?" Three more kisses and one tear hit his neck.

"Don't cry. Please don't cry. I- I work for... I can't..."

"Yes you can Fenrys. I won't get hurt. I can handle myself." Three more kisses.

"You're distracting me."

"Excuses excuses."

They each chuckled a little and Y/n pulled away from from the crook of his neck.

"Fenrys." Her tone was stern and he blinked for a moment before sighing once again.

"I-I am blood-sworn to Queen Maeve."

And silence.

More silence.

Even more sile-

"Please say something Y/n!" He sounded so desparate.

"You're my mate, Fenrys. I love you. And I understand. I just... wish you could've told me sooner."

"I'm sorry." He whined and this time he pressed three kisses to Y/n's neck.

"I know you are. I love you "

"You're still mad."

"Yeah, yeah I am." She rested her hand on his jaw and pressed their lips together.

no because no im crying

no because i won't forgive void for erasing that innocent smile off my baby's face.

you deserve someone who looks at you at the same way you look at pink morning skies

hi! can I request a Rhysand from ACOTAR x reader where she is actually his mate but he had made his choice with Feyre and she is just soo heartbroken by it but instead later on she and Azriel fell in love and it all works out in the end? thank you!

A/n: Sure you can love, I am so so sorry for how long its taken ne to get to these. My inbox is so full and I'm just useless. Hope y'all enjoy- constructive criticism is welcome, but as always please be polite 😊🥰

The Next World

Rhysand looked over the small female. She was High Fae, but her stature was petite and fragile.

She was beautiful, but in his eyes, she was no Feyre. He had already comitted to Feyre, already vowed himself to her.

He loved Feyre, but he did not love the female in front of him.

Why did it have to be this way? She was so nice, so deserving of love and so deserving of a mate. And now he had to break her heart

He glanced at her eyes for a moment, then looked away. This isn't fair. His mate wasn't coming. That's why he chose Feyre in the first place and now there can be no one else.

Her eyes were welled up with tears and despite her begging, she knew what was coming.

Rhysand forced himself to look her in the eyes as he spoke, no matter how much harder it made things.

"I'm sorry. I've made my choice. You should probably go." He tried to say it gently, but the words sounded harsh even to his own ears.

Rhys winced, it was as if he could see he heart in her eyes, it was as if he was watching it physically break.

Without another word, she turned and walked towards the front door of the estate, no tears left her eyes until she felt the fresh breeze of the city on her face.

Why did her mate find a love away from her? How was that fair at all? How was she going to face the Inner Circle tomorrow, knowing about the bond.

Knowing that it will never be accepted. Feeling as though she will never be accepted.

She felt numb. But she also hurt.

How can you feel nothing, but also be hurting at the same time? How was that fair?

She seemed to be asking herself that question a lot lately, and as she pushed open the door to a bar hoping to drink away her sorrows, she realized: nothing is fair.

Not in this world and not in the next.

Sighing, she makes her way to a secluded little corner at the bar, trying to avoid being seen by Cassian, Azriel and Mor who were all laughung and drinking together.

It felt like a taunt, they were happy now and they could go home and sleep well and the next day when the time came to visit Feyre and Rhys, there would be no hesitation. They would be greeted with smiles and hugs.

They would be greeted with love. And she would not.

When the bartender brought her her drink she smiled and slurped half of it down in one go. Her face felt cold from residual tears and her eyes felt stiff and dry.

She looked back up to the group she was trying to avoid only to realise that Azriel was no longer there.

Probably gone home, maybe with another female, or even a male. To be happy, or at least content with another for tonight.

The concept felt so far away, she felt as if she'd never be happy again. Especially with someone else.

A warm hand covered her shoulder and she turned around quickly, whipping out a fisted hand, only for her wrist to be caught.

Shadows curled around her wrist and reached up her arm. With a gasp, she inspected the intruder's face and realised that Azriel was standing behind her.

"Why the long face?" He asked and as much as she wanted to retort back, as soon as she opened her mouth, her throat closed up and tears burned behind her eyes again.

She looked away from the male and stared into the half-empty cup in her hands.

"What's up buttercup?" He asked again, sliding into the stool next to her and craning his neck to see her face.

She looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Did you just say 'What's up buttercup?'?" She asked and he gave a small smile as he nodded.

"What's wrong with that?" She shook my head at his words.

"Nothing. It's just stranger hearing the word buttercup slip from the spymaster's lips in such a playful way." She told him, wishing she could smile.

She enjoyed being around Azriel, he made her laugh and he made her feel comfortable. But right now, it felt so impossibly hard to feel happy.

"I'm not the spymaster right now. I'm Azriel, your friend and I'm here to help. Now, you gonna keep a secret from the spymaster?" He nudged her side and she ket out a sigh.

"I thought you weren't the spymaster tonight?"

"Well not actively. But it's not like I can just turn it off." He shrugged cockily. If it was any other day she would've laughed. She tried, but it felt as though she would never laugh again.

"Az... Rhysand is my mate." Shock clanged through him at her words.

"What?"

"He's my mate. And he doesn't want me."

"Oh my god."

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It had been a week since Rhysand's rejection and no one from the Inner Circle had seen Y/n since.

Except for Azriel.

She didn't show up for lunch the next day and she didn't appear for any meetings or meet-ups.

Mor and Cassian were worried and guilt was eating at Feyre, she felt it was her fault.

Rhysand was destroyed by guilt, he hadn't seen her in person since everything went down, but though the bond was quieting, it was as if he could feel her heartbreak through the bond.

But he could also feel something else, he didn't know what it was, but he thinks it is the reason he can feel the bond breaking.

Azriel had been spending all his spare moments with her, dedicating himself to making her feel better and helping her realise that she doesn't need a mate to be happy.

She doesn't need Rhys.

And she knows. She doesn't need Rhys, she has never needed him. The bomd had made her mind go whacky.

If she had let it continue taking over herself, she may have needed him. She was ready to as well, then Azriel put his hand on her shoulder.

Azriel smiled at her and got her to tell him what was happening.

Azriel called her a buttercup.

She hadn't smiled that night, but when she went to bed she questioned herself.

Why dodn't she smile that night? Azriel makes her smile. Why is she letting Rhysamd get in the way of that.

Of everything.

He doesn't want her and while it hurts, there is nothing she can do about it.

But she can find someone who does want her.

Her friends want her, maybe not in the way she would've been with a mate, but they love her and they want her.

A knock sounded on the door and everyone fell silent. They knew the scent and they knew who was at the door.

Feyre went to answer.

The group couldn't see what was happening, but they could hear the words exchanged.

"Y/n..."

"Is everyone here already?"

"Y/n I-" Feyre was cut off by a thumping noise.

Did she punch her?

The group got off the couch and walked into the entry hall to see Y/n and Feyre standing there wrapped in a hug.

Feyre was whispering 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' and Y/n was just shaking her head.

Rhysand gave a soft smile at the scene in front of him. Through the slightly crumbling bond between them, he could feel Y/n healing.

When Feyre and Y/n pulled apart, everyone wanted their turn. There was almost a line in front of her while they waited for their hug too.

Rhys could feel Y/n's hesitation amd he didn't want to push it so he didn't get in line.

Then it was Azriel's turn.

He engulfed her and her small body pretty much disappeared into his as they hugged.

He squeezed her tightly and they stayed like that for a long moment, longer than the rest, inhaling each other's scents and revelling in the comfort of one another.

Rhys noticed. And he smiled. He knew why she was healing.

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It had been almost five months since Rhys had rejected the mating bond between him and Y/n.

If you looked really, really hard, it was still there. But it was faint and he could no longer feel her emotions, hear any words she let down the bond. It was pretty much non-existent.

And Y/n no longer cared. Of course she cared about Rhysand. They were still friends, in fact they were quite close after everything that had happened.

But she didn't need him the way she might've. She did need Azriel though.

And Azriel needed her.

They sat together on Azriel's couch, well, they layed together.

Azriel layed on the couch and she lay on top of him, his arms around her waist and keeping her from slipping off.

"Y/n?"

She hummed in response, but her eyes were still glazed over sleepily.

"Do you ever wish Rhys had picked you?" His voice was quiet.

"No." She replied with absolutely no hestitation.

"Why?"

"Because I love you and I am happier with you than I could ever be with Rhys. It's almost as if I left Rhys in the world behind me. You are my new world. And I would never wish for anything else." Her words were sweet, her voice was smooth and her eyes were soft.

Azriel was overcome with the love he felt for her. He lifted his wings up and wrapped them around her body tightly.

She felt warm and safe wrapped up in his arms and wings, surrounded by his scent and his love and also his shadows.

They weren't mates, but it didn't matter. They were in love.

stop it. i love u.

Chapter 12

S1 Episode 11

SUMMARY: Y/N finally figures out what really happened between her parents. The boys talk her into going to the dance in order to save Allison.

TW: none tbh

WORD COUNT: 7,774 

“Hey!” Stiles smiled as he entered your room. He paused as he was slipping of his shoes when he saw you pressed against your door. “… Why is your ear against your-”

“SHHH!” You waved your arm dramatically before pressing against the door again. “My parents are in the hallway talking.”

“You know, maybe you shouldn’t be listening in on that,” He spoke in a hushed tone before seeing your sarcastic look. “What?! It’s private.”

“Right. But it’s different when you listen in on your dad’s phone calls or that police radio? Oh and how about stealing Lydia’s phone? And getting your dad drunk to-”

“Okay! Fine, what are they saying anyway?” He huffed before throwing his shoes next to your bed and walking over and pressing his ear against the door too. It was mostly a bunch of muffled, inaudible speech with the occasional clear sentence here and there. “Therapy?” His eyes lit up, as he looked over at you.

“I heard Teresa,” You furrowed your brows. His smile quickly dropped into a sarcastic frown.

“Y/N, do your parents know anyone named Teresa?” He hissed.

“I don’t know! Maybe she’s another mistress!” You defended. “Shh! I’m trying to listen!”

“You shush! I’m better at this and I’m trying to focus,” He argued, making you smile at the playful banter. You both stayed silent for a little while longer before their footsteps approached slightly, making the conversation easier to listen to.

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heya! I saw your post about requests so can i have like a Regulus x reader? Maybe Regulus and reader went to the cave together? (died or survived? idm) ty! love your works

A/n: Dear Lord I need to get my act together w my writing. I'm so sorry to the people who have requested and not got theirs for like- months. Hope you enjoy! Sorry I decided you were a hufflepuff bc lets be real, if Reg lived, he would've married a puff. As always constructive criticism welcome, but pls polite 💖🥰

Call Her Mistress

You stood in the dark of the cave glaring at the liquid in front of you. When Kreacher told Regulus of what Voldemort had done, his Master decided to find the locket and he begged you to stay behind.

So naturally, you wrapped your arms around him and told him there was no way in hell.

A soft, cold hand made its way into yours and squeezed. You looked up at the man next to you.

"You have to drink it?" You asked him, voice a lot shakier than you intended.

Regulus' hand squeezed yours again and his eyes flashed.

"Yes, darling."

"And I just have to... to what? Stand here? Watch you?" Regulus let out a resigned sigh as he listened to your worries.

"Yes, darling. Kreacher will force the drink down my throat if he needs, just as he has been ordered. And if I don't make it-"

"You'll make it!" You cut him off with a yelp. He winced at the pain in your voice.

"If I don't make it, you and Kreacher take the locket and destroy it. Kreacher is also under orders to protect you." He says slowly.

His voice is low and it's almost as is he has given up already.

You pull him close and rest your free hand on his cheek. His light grey eyes glisten with tears, yet they're still the most beautiful things you've ever seen.

His silken, black hair tickles your hand as it moves against your hard brrathing and you close your eyes for just a moment, relishing the feeling of his cheek against your palm. The feeling of your hand in his.

"You. Will. Make it." You stated defiantly and brushed your lips against his ever so lightly.

When you pulled away, Regulus chased your lips for a real kiss and you pressed a finger to his lips.

"You'll get more when we get out of here."

"Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?" He asked with a small glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Is it working?" You asked, biting your lip and he let out a humourless chuckle.

"I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Regulus."

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Only a few days ago were you sitting in a library with your love, giggling as he placed kisses all over your face. Now you held him still as he screamed and thrashed while Kreacher tried to pour the horrid substance into his mouth.

Well, you held him as still as you could.

Even weakened this way, Regulus was much stronger than you and his body was currently pumping him full of adrenaline.

"Come on Reg just a little bit more. Please Reggie for me, just a little bit more I promise. Kreacher, how many more mouthfuls?" You stroked Regulus' hair with one hand as the other held his mouth open.

"About two M-" He stopped when he realised he didn't know how to adress you.

"Two more, my love. Two more mouthfuls, please..." You begged him as he pleaded with you and the house elf to let him free.

Your heart broke every time a strained plea left his mouth. His cheeks were wet with tears and your eyes blurred with your own.

Horrible thoughts raced through your mind as his screams echoed about the cave. You must be a monster to put the love of your life through this. You should've done it yourself.

Next time you go after a horcrux, it's you who goes through the pain.

You and Kreacher coaxed the last drop into his mouth and then you let him go.

"W-water..." He mumbled and you nodded.

"Yes sweetheart. Kreacher you stay with him, I'll get him water." You ordered and pressed a kiss to Regulus' head before you ran off.

His hair was stuck to his face with sweat and you could've cried with how greatful you were.

Regulus leaned forward and muttered some words to his house elf. Kreacher looked unsure, but a weak, yet stern glare from his Master seemed to convince him.

"M-Mistress no!" Kreacher yelled, stumbling over the first word, unused to calling you, a hufflepuff of all things, Mistress.

But it was his Master's orders.

You stopped still at Kreachers yell, standing only feet away from the water.

"Mistress musn't go any further. Do not call attention to the Inferi!" Kreacher warned and as you began to back up, a sickly hand popped out of the water and landed on the stone in front of you.

"Shit!" You shrieked and scrambled back up to where Regulus lay.

"Kreacher can you apparate us out of here?" You asked before conjuring some water directly into Regulus' mouth.

He spluttered and choked for a moment beacuse of how he was laying, but soon swallowed the water and begged for more.

"I may be able to, but there are many defenses in this cave Mistress. It may take Kreacher a while." He answered as you pulled Regulus' head up onto your lap to get him into a better position for drinking.

"That's okay, do whatever you can just please get him out of here." Hundreds of Inferi were crawling up from the water at a swift pace.

Your heart was beating out of your chest and your throat tightened in fear, you didn't want to die.

And more than that, you didn't want Regulus to die.

"I'm under my Master's orders to keep you alive." Kreacher pointed oif while scrunching his face up, digging around his magic to gather the strength to apparate the three of them out of there.

"Yeah well you call me Mistress, which means I can give you orders too. And I order you to save him at any cost." You cried out trying to stifle your sobs in favour of keeping Regulus calm.

"W-water..." He rasped again and you complied.

"Yes dear, water. Stay alive and you can have all the water you want I promise you." You pushed his hair out of his eyes and gave him more water.

Your fear and panic was rising and making it harder for you to cast spells.

"Kreacher hurry!" You yelled out as you felt a disgusting, bony hand wrap around your ankle and begin to drag towards the water.

"Y-Y/n!" Regulus' head had gathered itself together enough for him to realise you were in danger.

"Master Regulus must stay calm." Kreacher told him and Regulus panicked as your body was pulled from underneath him.

"Kreacher save her!" Regulus screamed as he began to sit up, crawling towards the Inferi.

"Stay away from the Inferi Master Regulus!" Was the last thing you heard before you head hit a jagged piece of stone and the world around you faded from existence.

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"Y/n... love?" A small voice echoed through your head. You knew that voice.

Did this mean you had both died?

"Sweetheart... please... please wake up..." The voice you loved more than anyone elses sounded through your head again.

His voice was strained and tired and it pulled at your heart.

Your eyes slowly blinked open to see a blurry figure above you.

"Y/n! You're alive!" He rejoiced and you blinked slowly.

"I am?" You muttered as you began to sit up. Pain racked through your body and your head pounded.

"Doesn't feel like it." You groaned, but nevertheless stayed sitting up.

You looked around the room and found yourself on the ground of the small apartment you shared with Regulus since the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts.

Regulus still looked like death, but here he was kneeling over you.

"W- how?" You asked and Regulus let out a breathless laugh.

"The Inferi got you, I crawled after you and Kreacher crawled after us. He apparated us out of there. He's fine. He's drawing us a bath now, then he'll be returning back to my parents house."

You looked at him with wonder. How lucky could you have been to not only have landed a man like him, but go through that and both of you come out alive.

"You're a bloody idiot Regulus Black." You laughed and surged forward to kiss him.

After a few moments of sinking into the comforting feeling of your lips on his he pulled away.

"One more thing."

"But I promised you those kisses if we survived. What, now you don't want one?" You giggled, but his eyes had turned serious - filled with love - but serious.

"I told Kreacher to call you Mistress because... I was hoping you would be." He admitted solemnly and you raised a brow at him.

"Y/n please, please, pretty please marry me?"