Follow You
Fenrys x Reader x Azriel
Summery: 30 years ago, Y/N fell through a portal and woke up in Prythian naked an afraid. She counted herself lucky that she was found by the shadowsinger and his high lord, who took her in and gave her a home. Despite their hospitality she dreamed of her home and the mate she left behind, Fenrys, who searched for her until one day.. he finds her.
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A/N: Another chapter is fresh and ready for you all! once again, another word dump so excuse any mistakes in it. But I hope you all enjoy and I have to say I LOVE reading all your comments so don't be shy.
This is a safe space, i want to hear your thoughts xxx
You stared at Rhys, waiting anxiously for him to finish his sentence.
The corner of his mouth quirked upward before he rolled his eyes subtly and slipped into your mind.
“I don’t want Az to hear what I’m about to say. Pardon the intrusion,” his velvet-smooth voice murmured through your thoughts.
“I’ve been working with your cousin and his mate,” he began, cracking his knuckles one by one — a nervous habit.
“I’ve studied the old languages of this world, and they mention world walkers. I believe, with Aelin’s help, I can create a portal to send you back.”
You stared at him in disbelief.
“How long have you known this?” you asked mind to mind.
“We only figured it out a few days ago, and we didn’t want to get your hopes up,” he admitted carefully.
Then, more quietly, “So what do you want to do? Do you want to go home, Y/N?”
From the way he looked at you, you knew he already suspected your answer.
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Rhys had winnowed you home that night, just as promised.
The following days were long and exhausting as he worked tirelessly to force open a portal back to Terrasen.
By the fifth day, both Rhys and Aelin were nearly drained of power and needed several days to recover.
On the morning of the sixth day, you sat at the breakfast table in the townhouse, a steaming cup of tea by your right hand and a plate of pancakes untouched in front of you.
Rowan and Aelin sat beside you on the right, while Rhys, Azriel, Cassian, and Feyre occupied the remaining seats.
Rhys had organised the breakfast after you admitted you felt isolated, like everyone had chosen Azriel’s side after your fight.
But truthfully, you no longer cared.
You were going home to your mate.
The table buzzed with soft laughter and idle conversation as you quietly picked at your breakfast.
Azriel sat to your left, his hand clasped around your knee beneath the table.
Usually, the touch would have comforted you, but his comment about you being clean from your mate still echoed in the back of your mind.
He knew something was off of course.
In all the years he had known you, you had never brushed off his attempts of affection.
He asked you earlier if you were okay and you lied to his face when you said "I'm fine".
Cassian had just opened his mouth to ask you something when a sharp crack split through the world itself.
Blinding light flooded the room, swallowing the table whole.
All four males were on their feet before the flash had even faded, weapons drawn and ready.
You pushed to your feet too, only to double over as an unseen force slammed into your ribs hard enough to rock you sideways.
“Y/N?” Rowan was instantly at your side, steadying you before you could collapse.
“I— Rowan?” You shook your head, dazed. “What happened?”
Your gaze darted around the room, searching for answers, but no one moved. Everyone waited. Listening.
Then you felt it.
The tug of that invisible thread.
The mating bond.
A gasp tore from your throat as your hand flew to your sternum.
“Y/N?” Azriel’s eyes scanned frantically over your body, searching for an injury.
You ignored him completely and tugged back on the invisible tether.
“I’m going to check it out,” Cassian muttered, blade in hand as he stalked toward the front door.
You stayed perfectly still, terrified that if you moved, you’d miss it. Miss him.
“Y/N, we need to get you out of—”
“Shut up,” you snarled, cutting Azriel off so sharply that he physically recoiled.
The outburst was so unlike you that silence instantly fell across the room.
You hadn’t meant to snap. You were only trying to listen.
Searching for any sign that Fenrys was here, that the blinding light had somehow been him.
Azriel opened his mouth again, but another violent yank from the mating bond stole your breath first.
“Y/N.”
Rhys’s violet eyes narrowed slightly, his head tilting as though he was listening to something far away.
Then his expression changed.
Not fear. Not anger.
Recognition.
The room held its breath.
And then the front door exploded inward almost knocking Cassian on his ass if he didn't move away just in the nick of time.
Wind and snow rushed into the townhouse in a violent burst, cold air tearing through the warmth of the room as sunlight danced on the figure standing in the doorway.
Your heart stopped.
Blonde hair dusted with frost. Golden-brown skin splattered with blood and dirt. Those impossible onyx eyes wild with terror and desperation as they searched the room.
Searching for you.
“Fenrys,” you breathed.
The bond snapped so violently between you that your knees nearly gave out. Years of grief, of yearning, of endless aching guilt crashed through you all at once.
And then he saw you.
The world seemed to still.
You watched the exact moment his panic shattered apart. Watched relief hit him so hard his chest heaved beneath the white tunic.
“Y/N,” he choked out.
It was barely more than a broken whisper.
Then he was moving and so were you.
A sob ripped from your throat the second his arms slammed around you, crushing you against him so tightly it hurt.
You didn’t care. Gods, you didn’t care.
Fenrys buried his face into your neck like he needed proof you were real, his entire body trembling against yours.
“You’re alive,” he rasped. “You’re alive, you’re alive—”
His voice broke completely.
Your hands flew into his hair, fingers tangling in the blonde strands as tears blurred your vision. He smelled like snow and pine and smoke, like home.
Like him.
“I tried to get back,” you cried into his shoulder. “I tried so hard—”
“I know.” His grip tightened impossibly tighter. “I know, sweetheart. I felt you. Every day, I felt you.”
The mating bond between you pulsed wildly, flooding your chest with so much love and relief it was unbearable. It drowned out everything else in the room until there was nothing except him.
Fenrys pulled back just enough to cup your face with shaking hands.
His eyes searched every inch of you frantically, like he was terrified you’d disappear if he blinked.
“You’re thinner,” he whispered hoarsely. “You look tired.”
A watery laugh escaped you. “And you look terrible.”
Something cracked in him at that.
A broken sound left his throat before he pressed his forehead against yours, eyes squeezing shut.
“I thought I lost you,” he admitted quietly. “There were nights I couldn’t breathe because the bond was there but you weren’t. I thought it was driving me mad.”
Your own tears fell harder.
“I saw you” you whispered. “In dreams. I think the bond was trying to find its way back.”
Fenrys made another shattered sound and kissed you.
It wasn’t graceful.
It was desperate. Hungry. Aching.
Like a dying man finally drawing breath after months underwater.
He kissed you as though he needed to relearn you. Like he was terrified this was some cruel hallucination that would vanish if he let go.
You melted into him instantly, clutching at his shirt, your entire body shaking as every missed touch and every lonely night crashed into you at once.
The room around you had gone completely silent.
Like the inner circle seemed to understand this moment belonged to no one else.
Fenrys rested his forehead against yours again, both of you breathing unevenly.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he murmured fiercely.
A wet laugh escaped you as you brushed your thumb beneath his eye, wiping away tears you weren’t sure he even realised had fallen given everything.
“You’re crying,” you whispered softly.
“I crossed worlds for you,” he said, voice wrecked. “Of course I’m fucking crying.”
You laughed through the tears, a real laugh this time and Fenrys looked at you like hearing that sound again had healed something deep inside him.
The bond between you settled warm and golden in your chest.
Fenrys’s arms remained wrapped tightly around you, as though even now he feared someone might rip you away from him again.
But slowly, the male’s warrior instincts began to return.
You felt the exact moment he became aware of the room around him.
His body stiffened slightly against yours before he finally lifted his head.
HIs eyes swept across the townhouse cautiously, taking in the armed males still standing around the table. Shadows curled unnaturally along the walls. Power thickened the air.
Strangers.
Danger.
Fenrys subtly shifted you to his side, ready to throw you behind him if need be.
Then his eyes flicked to the two people who were smiling softly in your direction.
“Aelin,” he breathed, spotting the blonde female.
She gave you both a small smile before walking toward you "Welcome to Prythian, local time is nine fifteen am and the temperature is bloody freezing " she jested before quickly giving Fen a hug. “You look like shit.”
Fenrys barked out a rough laugh, still sounding half-broken from emotion. “Missed you too.”
Rowan stepped forward next, extending an arm. Fenrys released one of your hands long enough to clasp forearms with him tightly. No words were needed between them. Relief and understanding passed silently between the two males.
Then Fenrys’s attention shifted again.
To Rhysand.
The High Lord stood relaxed despite the enormous power radiating from him, violet eyes carefully assessing Fenrys in return. Feyre lingered close at his side, calm but observant. Cassian still held his sword loosely in one hand near the doorway.
And Azriel
Fenrys’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The shadowsinger stood rigidly beside the table, siphons glowing faintly beneath his leathers. His hazel eyes were locked entirely on you.
Not Fenrys.
You.
And the expression on Azriel’s face made the air in the room turn sharp..
He was watching you like he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to whisk you away.
He was being territorial.
Fenrys noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
His arm around your waist tightened almost imperceptibly as his gaze flicked between you and Azriel.
The room became painfully quiet. So quiet you couldn't hear anyone breathing even with your hightened senses.
“What,” Fenrys asked slowly, voice dangerously calm, “is that?”
You stiffened slightly as his eyes locked onto Azriels from across the room.
Azriel’s jaw flexed. “Careful.”
The warning in his tone made Cassian mutter a quiet fuck under his breath.
Fenrys straightened to his full height, every inch the lethal warrior as instinct sharpened his features.
“No,” he said coldly, eyes never leaving Azriel.
The shadows around Azriel stirred violently.
You immediately stepped between them, one hand pressing against Fenrys’s chest before this devolved into bloodshed.
“Fenrys,” you said softly but firmly.
His eyes snapped to yours instantly, all that lethal fury softening around the edges the moment he looked at you.
Once you felt your mate wouldn't do anything drastic, you turned your head to look at Azriel.
The male’s face revealed almost nothing, but after years spent around him, you recognised the tension in his shoulders. The tight restraint in his expression.
The day you had both silently feared had come, but neither of you new how to manage it.
There was so much there, so much unspoken.
You saw it in Azriel's face, the hurt, the betryal. Because it was clear who you had chosen.
Rhys sighed quietly, already exhausted. “This is perhaps not the ideal moment for posturing.”
“No?” Fenrys asked without looking away from Azriel. “Because your friend looks one wrong word away from starting something.”
Azriel stepped forward then, slow and deliberate.
"Are you going to tell him Y/N? or should I?" Azriel's words slithered through the room like snakes rolled in oil.
The question left your stomach rolling in on itself, and a new wave of guilt, of shame rose up your throat.
The mating bond surged and Fenrys stepped in front of you slightly, protecting your from the threat he thought was Azriel.
"Azriel, take a walk" Rhy's ordered softly, no room for argument in his voice as his power rumbled across the table.
Az didn't even fight the command as he marched straight out of the room, giving Fen a small growl as he passed.
You sighed in relief as the room lightened slightly. Fen turned to you, his hands cupping your face before Rhy's spoke again.
"Fenrys right?"
Fen looked over his shoulder and nodded once.
"Come sit down, i'm sure the next few hours will be slightly awkward for everyone so we might as well get this over with"
A/N: SO HOW ARE WE FEELING?? are we happy Fen is finally here? because tbh I am lol.
I'm so happy to write this chapter and have Y/N and Fen reunited after so long ( literally because I took a break in writing this story but whatever haha)
I hope you all liked it xx
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