#ardalan | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

fanwarriorfictions · 1 month ago

Text

Help Me, Help You - Part Ten

Fenrys x f!Reader

Summary- Setting off to the Tavan mountains. Fenrys isn’t a fan of flying and Y/n confides in a friend.

Warnings- none! For once.

Series Masterlist

Part Ten

“How did he make it to the Tavans so fast?”

Kashin’s voice fills the room as Fenrys stalks in to the high tower where the two massive Ruks sat impatiently, his and Y/n’s bags hoisted over his shoulders. Despite what he knew, there was a simmering rage beneath his skin at the sight of the prince that he forced down. Just because he and Y/n hadn’t done anything doesn’t mean the prince hadn’t wanted to, Fenrys was more than sure Kashin had wanted to.

“Vaughan is a tricky bastard,” Fenrys explains so Sartaq was spared his brother’s incessant questions, “He did the same disappearing act on me in Fenharrow a few months back, there were sightings of him leading to Ardalan, I’d followed the trail only for it to dead end, low and behold, he was already on a ship to Wendlyn.”

Kashin eyes him, the missing scar on his cheek, but the prince kept his mouth shut about that at least, no doubt he’d already been told by one of the many servants in his employ, “So he planted sightings of himself?”

“Don’t ask me how he does it,” Fenrys grumbles, handing over the two packs to Sartaq to strap onto the ruks, “Ask the male himself when I drag his slippery ass back here in a few weeks.”

He doesn’t tell the prince that he isn’t sure Vaughan will even come back with them, he hopes to hell that he does, not only because Fenrys wants the male to come to Terrasen, but because he knows that it will destroy Y/n if he says no. Fenrys refuses to let that happen, he won’t allow it, even if he has to drag the male kicking and screaming behind the ruks.

Nesryn and Y/n walk through the door and Fenrys has to hold back a growl as Kashin’s eyes dart down Y/n’s leather clad body. It’s a similar suit to the one she’d worn when they first met, hugging every curved line of her body, he’d cursed the heat of Antica for the disappearance of that outfit. The type of female to make men crawl for her, he remembers thinking when he saw her that first time, in another life he’d thought then, he was starting to think that might end up being this life.

“Vaughan never lost hide and seek,” Y/n says, smiling at the memory, “that could be because he’s just really good at it, or the fact that I was a child and he was a centuries old warrior.”

Fenrys grins at the image of a child sized Y/n ordering her brother to play hide and seek with her. He can see her little fists on her hips, that look in her cat eyes that promised hell if Vaughan didn’t comply.

“I think it may just be the first one,” Sartaq laughs, “Your brother proves to be a master.”

“You gave him too much practice,” Kashin jokes, his gaze still roaming over her.

Y/n walks further into the room, coming to stand directly beside Fenrys, which inflates his fae sized ego a little bit, perhaps a lot when the prince’s eyes narrow at him.

“Have you ever flown before?” Y/n asks Fenrys, watching Sartaq and Nesryn prepare their rides.

Fenrys nods once, “it wasn’t exactly pleasant. I like the ground.”

“Most people do,” Sartaq says, “But unless you wish to leave Vaughan in the clutches of my hearth sister for much longer, I suggest we go my way.”

Fenrys winces at the thought, Borte gave Hasan a run for her money when it came to the sheer will. If there was an answer she wanted out of the male, she would get it, and Fenrys could only imagine the slew of questions she had for him.

“Let’s put poor Vaughan out of his misery,” Fenrys nods, motioning Y/n towards Nesryn and her Ruk, Salkhi, “After you.”

Y/n would ride with Nesryn, and Fenrys would be stuck with Sartaq and his slew of questions. He’d decided that he wouldn’t subject Y/n to the busybody prince right after Nesryn had told Fenrys they would fly out as soon as possible, he also decided that he didn’t want to watch her hold onto the prince, even if said prince was married and wouldn’t dream of anyone else, especially considering his wife’s skill with a bow. The fae territorial instinct in him was a pain in the ass, especially now after everything that had happened, the kiss, the sight of her in his shirt, the secrets he’d shared, the words she’d given him.

You’ll be worthy of it. Gods he wanted to be.

“Fly safe,” Kashin says as they each mount, his eyes locked on Y/n, “I’ll see you when you get back?”

She nods, and Fenrys goes still, watching her give the prince a slight smile that only lingers for a second, a second to long in his eyes. Sartaq laughs beneath his breath as he nudges Kadara towards their exit, towards the vast expanse of Antica far below them.

“Shut up,” Fenrys warns.

“I didn’t say anything,” Sartaq says.

They are soaring through the sky before Fenrys can growl at the prince.

Y/n didn’t mind the flying, that probably had more to do with Nesryn and Salkhi, who flew level and warned her before they changed directions. Unlike Sartaq and Kadara who looked like they were trying to give Fenrys a heart attack. She could hear the loud shouts and cursing even over the wind howling in her ears.

She laughs as Kadara nearly rolls completely over to maneuver closer to the other Ruk who tuts at the antics of the prince and his mount.

“If you drop me we will be having chicken for dinner,” Fenrys growls, the threat is empty, “I don’t care that your rider is the crown prince, your feathers will make a nice blanket.”

In response, Kadara dives sharply, causing a loud snarl to rip from Fenrys. Y/n laughs, throwing her head back and Nesryn in front of her chuckles, shaking her head at her husband.

“I don’t know if he’ll get back on after we camp tonight,” Y/n says, leaning over to watch Kadara level out far below them, her fae sight gifts her the image of Fenrys smacking the back of Sartaq’s laughing head.

“He will,” Nesryn says, throwing a smile over her shoulder, “He needs to let out some steam, my husband decided to practice some flight maneuvers he picked up from Manon to do just that.”

Y/n felt her smile falter, “Thank you, I don’t know how much he told you-“

“Nothing,” she says, “Neither of them, your secrets are your own, just as much as his are. If you want me to know them, then you’ll have to tell me, yourself.”

Y/n felt incredibly grateful for the woman, for giving her that choice, and surprisingly, she felt herself wanting to tell Nesryn. She’d never had a friend, not really, until Fenrys had waltzed into her life, or she into his. The village was sparse, mostly comprised of Demi fae who had no use for Doranelle or Mistward, but were unwelcome in human company. And even then, she refused to make a connection with any of them longer than necessary, in fear that one day one would find themselves at the mercy of Maeve, and her secrets would be exposed.

Some part of her longed for connection, she had that on some level with Fenrys, but that was different, that was strange and forming into something she couldn’t name, she wanted a friend, and Nesryn was there, reaching out a hand. Y/n reached back.

“The height doesn’t scare me as much as water does,” she begins, and she tells her everything.

They make camp when there is barely any sunlight left in the sky, and Fenrys forces himself to keep his distance from Y/n and Nesryn. He’d heard bits of their conversation, unable to stop himself when he heard her speaking of her life in her village, like a moth to a flame, drifting wherever she went. He’d only stopped listening when Y/n had started talking about her first cycle, how she’d felt like she was dying and no one was there to help her through it.

So he and Sartaq worked to set up camp, leaving them by the tents to collect firewood and dinner.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sartaq says as they trudge through the dark woods.

“About what?” Fenrys huffs, still royal pissed at the prince for the flight lessons.

“You know what,” said prince says softly, enough that Fenrys knows exactly what he means.

He doesn’t want to talk about it, the scar and how it came to disappear, but he could still feel the aching relief he’d felt earlier when he’d told Y/n why the scar had stayed, perhaps he needed to talk about it, maybe that was how he started to heal. Even if it sounds like some bullshit Yrene would repeat from her lessons at the Torre.

“It’s alright,” Fenrys says, wincing at the obvious lie, “It’s not but I know it will be in time, I have to believe that.”

“It will be,” Sartaq nods, his eyes finding his wife and Y/n across the small clearing as they approach, “You’re not alone in this, fate has the ability to bring you exactly what and who you need when you need it.”

Fenrys doesn’t mock his friend for the philosophical bullshit, mostly because he was starting to believe it. Even with the gods long gone, there was still a force in this world that moved them like pieces on a chess board. Perhaps the Wyrd had plans for him yet. Maybe those plans had to do with the keen eyed female sitting beside the fire.

“What are you ladies talking about?” Sartaq asks as they near the two, dropping his arm full of wood beside them.

There’s a proud look in Y/n’s eyes as she nods towards the fire. She started it, he realizes, and pride fills his chest as he smiles back at her. He settles into the spot beside her, content to let Sartaq deal with the fire wood after everything the prince put him through. Fenrys can feel her warmth beside him, and it soothes some of his fried nerves.

“Y/n here is confident she could teach me to ice skate,” Nesryn laughs, “I fear I’ve never mixed well with ice.”

“You would be brilliant, my love,” Sartaq laughs, giving a small shake of his head to Fenrys.

Y/n laughs when Nesryn narrows her gaze at her husband, and Fenrys feels his grin grow at the sound. He leans back on his hands, looking her over, still appreciating those flight leathers Nesryn had dug out for her.

“You’ll have to teach me someday,” he tells her, “There’s a huge lake not far from Orynth, freezes near solid all winter long.”

It felt like a deeper offer, one he’d hoped to make to her and her brother, to come to Terrasen with him, come home with him. Fenrys watches her warily, suddenly nervous that he’d made the offer to soon, that she would say no and he would have to leave her in that little cottage in the middle of nowhere, or worse she’d stay in Antica and explore the world without him, with someone else.

She eyes him, those eyes picking him apart like they had from the start, seeing past all the bullshit, “I will.’

It was more than just ice skating that she was agreeing to, and when she smiles at him, he knows that she knows that, and she isn’t scared of that agreement, not in the slightest.

“I’ll be your best pupil yet, kitten,” he grins, throwing that charm into his smirking lips.

There’s a gleam of mischief in her eyes as she leans closer to him, he doesn’t miss the glance she takes towards his mouth, if his friends weren’t beside them, talking quietly between themselves, Fenrys may have leaned even closer, might have taken her onto his lap again to continue what had only just begun earlier. It didn’t scare him like it should, like it had for the past several months, like it had the past weeks with her, he wanted it, wanted her.

“I’m sure you’ll be as graceful as a newborn pup,” she says with that snark she seemed to reserve just for him.

Fenrys tilts his head back and laughs.

Tag list -

@emma-andrea1 @mgchaser @anxious-study @lees-chaotic-brain @girl-math-aint-mathing @mali22 @nikt-wazny-y @theworthlessqueen @cynthiesjmxazrielslover @lethargicluv @hannzoaks @batboygirlie @foxysouls @kiarathace @jesskidding3 @raginghellfire

#double part to make up for the months of nothing #throne of glass #throne of glass x reader #tog #tog x reader #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys tog #fenrys x reader

65 notes · View notes