celestialdrabbles

[celestialdrabbles]

Orders and Obedience / Garrick Tavis x Reader

WC: 1k

Warning: Explicit / NSFW / 18+

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It starts with a challenge.

“I said again,” Garrick barks, brows drawn, sweat dripping from his brow.

I’m already panting, body aching, but I refuse to show weakness. Not to him. Especially not to him.

“I think you just like watching me fall,” I mutter, spinning my dagger in my palm before charging at him once more.

He sidesteps, and I slam into the mat again—flat on my back, wind knocked out of me. His boot lands beside my head. Then a hand—calloused, warm—wraps around my wrist, yanking me up.

“You leave your side open,” he says, voice low, gravelly. “Every damn time.”

“And yet you still let me get this close,” I say, stepping into his space. Close enough that our chests brush. Close enough that he can feel the heat rolling off me.

His eyes flicker to my mouth. Brief. Sharp. Dangerous.

“You done playing games?” I ask.

His hand tightens around my wrist.

“I don’t play,” he growls—and then he kisses me like he’s been holding back for months.

His mouth crashes over mine, rough and claiming. There’s nothing gentle in it, nothing tentative. It’s Garrick, all sharp edges and hard muscle and unrelenting control. And gods, I want to break that control.

I push him back until his spine hits the wall, and he lets me—for a second. Then he spins me, pinning me between him and the cold stone, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip so tight I know it’ll bruise.

“You talk too much,” he mutters against my throat, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin.

“And you like it,” I whisper, grinding my hips into his. He’s hard, and he doesn’t bother hiding it. Doesn’t bother pretending this wasn’t inevitable.

“On your knees,” he commands.

I hesitate—just to see what he’ll do.

He yanks me down with him instead, flipping me onto my back, straddling my hips, ripping the hem of my shirt upward with one brutal motion.

“You want me to lose control?” he breathes against my stomach. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I know exactly what I want.”

His eyes darken. “Then you’ll take it.”

He drags his mouth lower, tongue hot, lips unforgiving, until I’m squirming beneath him. There’s nothing soft about the way he touches me—every stroke of his hand, every scrape of his teeth, is punishment and reward all at once.

And when he finally fills me, it’s not slow. It’s fierce and fast and perfect. Like he’s staking a claim.

“Mine,” he growls against my ear, fingers digging into my thighs as he drives into me, over and over, relentless and raw.

“Say it,” he demands.

“Yours,” I pant, nails digging into his back. “I’m yours.”

He shudders above me, and the look in his eyes—feral, possessive, unguarded—undoes me completely.

And for once, he doesn’t hold back.

His hands are still on me when I wake up.

One heavy palm sprawled possessively across my bare stomach, the other tangled in my hair. His body is wrapped around mine like I’m something to be protected—and maybe something to be kept.

I should slip out. This was supposed to be one night. One mistake. One loss of control.

But I don’t move.

“I know you’re awake.” His voice is low, rough with sleep. That same gravelly tone he used when he was whispering filthy promises into my ear hours ago.

I glance over my shoulder. His hair’s a mess, dark and curling at the nape of his neck, his jaw shadowed, lips still swollen. And those eyes—still sharp, still dangerous.

“You always this clingy after sex, Tavis?” I tease, shifting slightly beneath the sheets.

He rolls over me in one smooth motion, pinning me to the mattress with the full weight of his body. His knee nudges my legs apart, and suddenly, my teasing evaporates.

“I’m not done with you,” he murmurs against my neck, biting lightly. “Unless you’re too sore to handle it.”

Cocky bastard.

“Please,” I laugh breathlessly. “I can handle you.”

He smirks, one hand trailing down between us, fingers slipping between my thighs like he owns the right to touch me—and the worst part is, I don’t stop him.

“Still so wet for me,” he mutters, voice going dark. “Fuck, I should’ve known you’d be a goddamn addiction.”

Before I can answer, he slides inside again—slow this time, torturously slow—and it’s worse. The stretch, the drag, the overwhelming fullness. I gasp, clawing at his shoulders, and he groans like the sound of my need is what he lives for.

He doesn’t pound into me this time.

He claims me.

Each thrust is deep, deliberate, unrelenting. He watches me fall apart beneath him, holds my face like I’m breakable even when he’s ruining me.

“You want more?” he growls, pressing a kiss just under my jaw. “You want it harder? Say it.”

“Harder,” I beg, breathless. “Please—”

He slams into me, one hand fisting in my hair, the other gripping my thigh to yank it higher around his waist. The bed creaks beneath us, and I don’t care who hears. I want them to.

“Say who owns this body,” he demands, voice like steel.

“You,” I pant. “It’s yours, Garrick.”

He curses under his breath, pace faltering as he nears the edge. I go with him, tumbling over it in waves, crying out his name like it’s a prayer and a warning all at once.

And when we’re both undone—sweaty, tangled, raw—he doesn’t move. Doesn’t retreat. Instead, he presses a kiss to the center of my chest and lays his head there, like he needs the sound of my heartbeat to come down.

“You really were planning on sneaking out, weren’t you?” he mutters into my skin.

“Maybe.”

“You don’t get to leave. Not now.”

His voice is quieter. Dangerous in a different way.

“Because I’m yours now?” I tease, but my voice isn’t as steady as I want it to be.

He lifts his head, eyes locked on mine.

“No,” he says. “Because I’m yours too.”

[celestialdrabbles]

Set Ablaze

Eris Vanserra x OC Reader

WARNING: NSFW. degrading, Eris being a dom and a couple others

His fingers burned where they gripped my chin, the faintest lick of fire curling against my skin as if to remind me exactly who held the power in this moment.

“You think you can mouth off to me in my own court?” Eris’s voice was a low, dangerous purr — the kind of tone that made my knees threaten to buckle even as I glared up at him. His amber eyes glittered with wicked amusement, but there was nothing soft about the way his body caged mine against the wall.

“I wasn’t—”

The protest never made it out. His mouth was on mine in a brutal, claiming kiss, his teeth dragging over my lower lip until I gasped. He took that sound like a gift, shoving one thigh between mine and pressing up until heat pooled low in my belly.

“You don’t get to speak unless I give you permission,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear. His voice had that crackle of flame in it — the kind that could burn you alive if you weren’t careful.

My pulse thundered. He smelled like smoke and pine, like something wild and untamable. His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips hard enough that I knew I’d find bruises later. The thought made me shiver.

“Hands on the wall,” he ordered, stepping back just far enough to watch me obey. My palms pressed to the cool stone, and a sharp smirk curved his lips.

“Good girl.”

The praise burned hotter than his fire. He crowded in again, one hand fisting in my hair to yank my head back, baring my throat. His mouth trailed down, biting and sucking until I whimpered.

“You belong to me right now,” he said, his free hand sliding down the front of my body until it disappeared beneath the hem of my dress. Fingers — hot, clever, relentless — found me already wet. His smirk widened. “So eager. Was this what you were hoping for when you provoked me?”

I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

A dangerous glint lit his eyes. “Fine. I’ll drag the truth out of you another way.”

His fingers thrust into me without warning, the burn of the stretch making me cry out. He set a brutal pace, his thumb circling my clit with unyielding precision until my knees shook. Every movement was commanding, unrelenting — as if he meant to ruin me for anyone else.

“Say my name,” he growled against my ear.

“Eris—”

“Again.”

“Eris!” My voice cracked on the moan as my release crashed over me, pleasure burning through my veins like wildfire.

He didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving until I was trembling, half-slumping against the wall. Then he pulled back, dragging those same fingers across my lips.

“Lick,” he ordered, and I obeyed, tasting myself on his skin. His smile was dark and satisfied.

“Good. Now,” he murmured, leaning in to claim my mouth again, “I’m going to show you exactly what happens when you tempt me.”

Eris didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. His hand closed around my wrist, dragging me through the long, dim hallway like I weighed nothing. His stride was purposeful, his grip unyielding, every step making my pulse race harder.

We entered his chambers — all rich reds, golds, and the faint, ever-present scent of smoke. The heavy door slammed shut behind us, the lock clicking into place.

“Clothes. Off,” he ordered, stepping back just enough to watch.

My hands trembled as I undid the ties of my dress, his eyes following every movement with predatory focus. The moment the fabric pooled at my feet, heat flared in his gaze.

“On your knees.”

I dropped instantly, the cool floor a sharp contrast to the fire of his presence. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my face to his cock, already straining against his trousers. He freed himself slowly, deliberately — like a man savoring the anticipation.

“Open.”

I obeyed, his thumb brushing my lower lip before he slid into my mouth with a low groan. His grip in my hair tightened, holding me in place as his hips began to move. He didn’t let me set the pace — he took it, fucking into my mouth with measured, ruthless thrusts until my eyes watered.

“Look at me,” he growled, and I did, the amber of his eyes molten with hunger. “Such a perfect little thing when you’re quiet.”

When he finally pulled away, a thin string of spit connected us. He yanked me to my feet, spinning me toward the massive bed draped in crimson silk.

“Bend over.”

The command was pure steel. I braced myself against the mattress, my heart slamming in my chest. Behind me, I heard the faint hiss of flame — and then the sharp, hot sting of his hand striking my ass.

“Count,” he said.

“One,” I gasped.

Another strike — harder. “Two.”

By the fifth, my skin throbbed, heat and ache mingling until my thighs pressed together for relief.

“Spread,” he ordered. His fingers gripped my hips, pulling me open before he pressed the thick head of his cock against my entrance. He slid in slowly, deliberately stretching me until I cried out, nails digging into the sheets.

“That’s it,” he rasped, bottoming out in one sharp thrust that made my breath shatter. His pace was brutal from the start, each movement deep and punishing, dragging me closer to the edge.

“Yours,” I gasped, the word torn from me without thought.

“Damn right you are.” His hand slid up my spine, fisting in my hair to yank my head back. “And you’re going to scream my name so loud the whole court hears it.”

The coil in my belly snapped, pleasure detonating through me like wildfire. My scream of his name was raw, wrecked — exactly what he wanted.

Eris didn’t slow. He fucked me through it, chasing his own release until he spilled hot inside me, hips jerking with the force of it.

For a moment, the only sound was our ragged breathing. Then he bent low, lips brushing my ear.

“Next time,” he murmured, a dangerous promise in his tone, “I’ll see how many times I can make you beg before you break.”

of his release spilling down my thighs. I expected him to let me collapse onto the bed, but Eris wasn’t finished — not even close.

“Up,” he ordered, his voice sharp enough to slice through my haze. When I moved too slowly, his hand gripped the back of my neck, guiding me upright and onto the center of the mattress.

From a drawer beside the bed, he pulled a coil of deep red silk rope. My breath hitched.

“Lie back.”

I obeyed, heart pounding as he straddled my hips. The rope slid over my skin like a whisper, cool and smooth, before tightening around my wrists in an intricate knot. He secured them above my head, the silk biting just enough to remind me it was there.

“You’re not touching me again until I say so,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His smirk was slow, deliberate. “And I’m going to take my time making you wish you could.”

He summoned a flicker of flame to his fingertips, the orange glow painting his skin in molten light. He didn’t touch me with it — not yet. Instead, he let the heat hover just above my chest, my ribs, my stomach, making me twitch and gasp as anticipation built.

“Look at you,” he drawled, dragging that heat down toward my core without ever touching. “Already soaked again.”

“Beg,” he said simply.

“Please…” My voice was breathless, wrecked.

“Not good enough.” The flame grazed my inner thigh, the barest kiss of heat — not enough to hurt, but enough to make my whole body jolt. “You want me to touch you, you tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want—” The words broke on a gasp as he dipped his head, tongue flicking over my nipple while his fingers trailed just shy of where I needed them most. “I want your fingers. Please, Eris.”

The smirk that curved his mouth was pure sin. “Better.”

When his fingers finally slid into me, the relief was almost painful. But he didn’t give me the steady, brutal pace from before — this time, it was maddeningly slow. He fucked me with unhurried precision, his thumb circling my clit in the same torturous rhythm, keeping me hovering right at the edge.

“Every time you get close, I’ll stop,” he murmured, and true to his word, the moment my breathing turned ragged and my hips bucked, he pulled away entirely.

It happened once. Twice. By the third time, I was shaking, frustration burning hotter than his flames.

“Please, please, please—” The words tumbled from me in a desperate rush.

Eris’s amber eyes glowed. “That’s more like it.”

He slid into me in one deep, ruthless thrust, the pace instantly merciless. My orgasm tore through me almost violently, and he didn’t slow — holding my bound wrists in one hand while the other gripped my hip, driving into me until his own climax hit, fire licking at the edges of my vision.

When it was over, he released my wrists, massaging them briefly before letting me sink against the sheets.

“You break beautifully,” he murmured, brushing his lips against my temple. “And I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

[celestialdrabbles]

Inner Storms

Pairing: Bodhi Durran x OC (Sage Virel)

Word Count: ~2500+

Warnings: Smut but nothing crazy

AN: Thinking about making a collection of Sage and Bodhi drabbles, writings and mood boards, pls let me know if anyone would want that??

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Sage Virel had never been fond of silence.

In her world, silence meant danger. It meant someone was creeping too close, waiting to strike, or worse—leaving.

But Bodhi Durran’s silence? It didn’t feel like danger. It felt like… restraint.

He was always there—on the edge of her periphery. Leaning against the outpost walls during briefings, brooding in the war room during mission planning, perched silently atop his dragon like a shadow stitched to flame. Always watching.

And Sage had noticed. Oh, she noticed everything about him.

The way his jaw tightened when someone touched her shoulder too casually. The way his shadows would stretch—unconsciously, instinctively—toward her whenever she walked by. The way he said her name, low and quiet, like it cost him something.

They’d been stationed at the Riorson House, Close enough to feel each other’s presence, never close enough to act on it.

Until tonight.

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The mission had gone sideways.

A Venin ambush, a misfire, and a crash-landing that left her armor cracked and her side bleeding. She staggered through the gates of the outpost, dragging her gear behind her, sweat and blood staining her leathers.

And he was there.

Bodhi stepped forward without a word, his jaw tight, his gaze sweeping over her like a stormcloud about to break.

“You’re hurt,” he said.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding.”

She tried to push past him. “Still fine.”

His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her wrist—not rough, but firm. Anchoring. She froze.

“Let me help,” he said, voice low, nearly a growl.

Their eyes locked. She knew she should pull away. Knew how dangerous it was to want him the way she did. But something in her—something aching and reckless—cracked.

“Fine,” she murmured, stepping backward into her room. “Shut the door.”

The air between them shifted the second the door closed.

It wasn’t just tension—it was pressure. Like the room itself was holding its breath.

She peeled off her jacket, revealing the deep gash across her ribs, already starting to clot but angry and red. He moved closer, kneeling in front of her, hands warm and steady as they ghosted over her skin.

His fingers were calloused, sure, but so careful it made her throat tighten. He cleaned the wound in silence.

“Why do you keep doing that?” she asked, voice soft.

He didn’t look up. “Doing what?”

“Hovering. Watching. Touching me like I’m going to break.”

His jaw ticked. “Because I’m trying not to do what I really want to.”

Her breath hitched.

“What do you want to do?”

He looked up then. His shadows froze. His mouth was inches from her stomach, eyes like smoke and fire and something darker.

He rose slowly, letting his hands trail up her sides, stopping just beneath the band wrapping her chest. She didn’t move. Couldn’t.

“I want to touch you like I mean it,” he said, voice hoarse. “I want to hear what you sound like when you fall apart. I want to make you forget everything but me.”

Sage’s breath caught in her throat.

“Then stop holding back.”

That was all it took.

He kissed her like a man losing control.

One arm wrapped around her back, the other cradling the back of her neck as his mouth devoured hers—deep and messy and full of weeks of restrained hunger. She moaned against his lips, fisting his shirt, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush.

When she bit his bottom lip, he growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her chest.

“Clothes. Off,” she gasped.

He didn’t hesitate. Leather hit the floor in rapid succession—hers, then his—until there was nothing left between them but heat and skin and years of longing neither of them had dared to touch.

His body was all lean muscle and inked scars, his chest heaving, eyes wild as he looked down at her.

“You’re stunning,” he murmured, like he’d just realized it. “Fucking stunning.”

She pulled him down with her, and the bed creaked under the weight of them both. His mouth found her throat, her collarbone, the hollow between her breasts. His tongue flicked over a scar there, and she shivered.

“Sensitive?” he asked.

“Keep going and find out.”

Bodhi slid his fingers between her legs and groaned.

“You’re already soaked,” he muttered. “Is this all for me?”

Sage arched against his hand. “If you don’t touch me properly, I swear to the gods—”

He silenced her with a slow, deliberate stroke, his fingers curling just right. Her hips bucked.

“Patience,” he growled in her ear. “I’ve waited this long. I’m going to make this last.”

His hands slithered up her thighs like heat lightning—wrapping, teasing, spreading her open. Sera gasped, her body on fire.

When his mouth found her center, she cried out, one hand flying to his hair.

“Bodhi—”

He groaned against her, tongue stroking, shadows holding her hips still while he devoured her like a man starved. Every flick of his tongue, every whisper of breath, sent her closer to the edge until she shattered with his name on her lips.

But he didn’t stop.

He kissed his way back up, mouth slick and dark eyes burning.

“I’m not done with you,” he said, lining himself up. “Not even close.”

When he pushed inside her, it was slow, deep, devastating.

She gasped, clinging to him, the stretch delicious and perfect.

“Fuck,” he whispered, burying his face in her neck. “You feel… gods, Sage.”

They moved together, her legs wrapped around him, their bodies slick and hot and desperate. He held her like she was the only thing keeping him tethered. Every thrust was a promise. Every gasp, a confession.

And when they both finally came—her nails digging into his back, his name a prayer on her lips—he collapsed beside her, one arm still wrapped tightly around her waist.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment. Just heavy breathing and the quiet whisper of shadows curling around them protectively.

He kissed her shoulder, slow and reverent. “You okay?”

She turned to face him, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

“Better than okay.”

He exhaled a laugh, then sobered. “This changes things.”

She nodded. “Good.”

He smiled then—really smiled—for the first time since she’d known him.

And she knew, deep in her bones, that whatever this was… it wasn’t just heat. It wasn’t just a release.

It was the beginning of something dangerous, and beautiful, and utterly impossible to walk away from.

[celestialdrabbles]

Say It Again // Azriel x Reader

MDNI

an: this is my first time writing smut so please be nice

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The room smelled like sweat, steel, and him.

You were only supposed to spar. Just a simple round. But the moment you landed that hit—your dagger pressed lightly to his ribs, a cocky grin on your lips—something in Azriel shifted.

His shadows curled tighter, tighter, like they were holding him back.

“You think you’ve won?” he growled, voice low, dangerous.

You tilted your head, teasing. “I don’t think—I know.”

He was on you in a heartbeat.

Your back slammed into the padded floor, legs spread around his hips as he pinned your wrists above your head in one powerful grip. His shadows flared with heat, like they were echoing the spike of lust between you.

“You want to play games?” he said, eyes burning as he leaned in, nose brushing yours. “Then you’ll play by my rules.”

You whimpered when he bit down on your neck, not gentle. His hips ground against yours, hard and slow, letting you feel exactly how ready he was.

“You’ve been bratting all day, just to get me like this,” he rasped. “Haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped, shameless.

Azriel growled again—feral. He yanked you up like you weighed nothing, dragging you to the edge of the weapons bench. Your leathers were stripped down fast—rough, fast, efficient—until you were bare to the cool air, exposed, dripping.

And he was still fully dressed.

“You don’t get my cock until I’ve ruined you with my mouth,” he said simply, kneeling like a man ready to worship and destroy.

You moaned the second his tongue touched you—slow, methodical, cruel. He held your thighs wide, making sure you couldn’t squirm, couldn’t look away. The shadows pinned your arms gently, like silk, while Azriel devoured you with obscene precision.

“Louder,” he ordered, voice muffled against your soaked cunt. “Let them hear who you belong to.”

You cried out his name as your climax ripped through you—loud, raw, overwhelming.

But he wasn’t done.

He stood, finally undressing, shadows peeling away his shirt like even they were desperate. His cock was thick, veined, already leaking for you.

“Bend over the bench,” he commanded, voice like velvet-wrapped steel.

You obeyed without a word.

He didn’t ease in. One thrust, and you screamed—full, stretched, claimed.

Azriel grabbed your hips, slamming into you again and again, fucking you with punishing rhythm. The bench creaked. Your moans echoed. His hand came down hard on your ass—once, twice—each time followed by a possessive growl.

“Who do you belong to?” he snarled, fingers digging into your waist.

“You,” you gasped. “Azriel—fuck—I’m yours—”

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours! I’m—fuck—only yours!”

He reached around to toy with your clit, sending you hurtling into another orgasm. And only then did he let go, groaning your name like it was the only thing he’d ever speak again.

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When it was over, your legs were trembling, and he pulled you into his lap on the floor, wrapping those powerful wings around you.

His voice was a rasp against your temple. “Next time you pull a stunt like that in training… I won’t wait until after to fuck you.”

And Saints help you… you hoped he meant it.

[celestialdrabbles]

A Dance in Shadows // azriel x reader

The stars twinkled brightly overhead, casting their cool glow over the Night Court. The crisp evening air felt like silk on your skin as you stood atop one of the many balconies of the Night Court's sprawling estate. You had grown accustomed to the serenity of Velaris, though tonight, your mind was far from peaceful.

The shadows were thick tonight, swirling around the trees below like living, breathing things. The Night Court was always alive with energy, but something had shifted recently. Every time you turned a corner or stood in a quiet corner, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

You weren't alone for long before the soft sound of wings disturbed the silence, followed by a figure emerging from the darkened courtyard below.

Azriel.

He always did that—appearing like a wraith in the night, moving with such quiet grace that you never even heard him coming. His black leather suit fit him like a second skin, his long, dark hair pulled back into a low, loose tie. His shadows, like loyal companions, swirled at his feet, dark tendrils curling around his boots as they moved with him.

"Out here again?" Azriel's voice was low, hushed in the way only he could manage, carrying an undertone of concern. He had a way of making even the most casual words sound like they held deeper meaning.

You turned to face him, offering a smile that was more bittersweet than anything else. "I like it out here. The quiet helps clear my head."

Azriel’s gaze softened as he stepped closer, the air thickening with the weight of unspoken words. You knew that despite his usually stoic demeanor, Azriel was someone who understood the need for silence. His shadows reflected his every move, like they could feel the depth of his emotions even when he hid them behind that careful mask.

"I understand," he murmured, leaning against the stone railing beside you. His presence was a comfort, even if the weight of his own inner turmoil always seemed to linger in the air around him.

You glanced at him then, taking in the details of his features—the sharpness of his jaw, the intensity of his gaze, the subtle weariness that never seemed to leave him. "You're not here for the view, are you?" you teased softly, nudging him with your elbow.

He huffed a quiet laugh, though it lacked true mirth. "Not exactly." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I came to check on you."

You paused, taken aback. "Check on me?"

Azriel turned his head just slightly, his eyes searching yours. "You've been quiet lately. You've been distant... even for you."

You opened your mouth to brush it off, but the sincerity in his gaze made you falter. You didn’t know why you felt so... distant, but lately, your mind had been a chaotic mess of thoughts, none of which you wanted to share with him. Not when his own struggles were far more pressing.

"I'm fine, Azriel," you lied, though it tasted like ash on your tongue. "Just thinking."

His dark eyes softened, and for a moment, the shadows around him pulsed with a gentle, soothing rhythm, as though they were reacting to his mood. "You don't have to lie to me."

There was a long silence between the two of you, a silence that stretched until it was almost uncomfortable. Azriel leaned closer, his presence enveloping you like a warm shadow.

"You can talk to me, you know." His voice was so low, so quiet that it was almost drowned out by the sounds of the night. "I won't push you, but I’ll listen."

You swallowed, the weight of his words sinking deep into your chest. There were many things you could say, many truths you could share, but something held you back. You couldn't risk him seeing the weakness you felt building inside you. You weren't sure if you were strong enough to bear that weight—and you certainly didn't want to burden Azriel with it.

"I don't want to drag you into my mess," you finally whispered, your voice barely audible above the breeze.

Azriel reached out, his hand brushing yours, a simple gesture that spoke volumes. "You don’t drag me into anything. You allow me to help you. I want to help you."

His words broke through the barriers you had carefully constructed around yourself. You didn’t know what it was about him—his quiet understanding, his unspoken empathy—but in that moment, you felt the walls you’d built begin to crumble.

"Azriel, I..." you hesitated, looking down at your hands. "I’m scared."

The vulnerability in your voice was something you rarely allowed anyone to hear, but Azriel never faltered. He stood beside you, unyielding in his support.

"What are you scared of?" His voice was steady, grounding.

You met his gaze then, and for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to speak the truth.

"That I’m not strong enough to be here," you confessed, the weight of the words heavy on your chest. "That I’m not strong enough to be the person I want to be."

Azriel’s expression softened, and he took a step closer to you, his shadowed wings brushing the stone as he moved. "You are stronger than you know," he said, his voice firm with an intensity that left no room for doubt. "Strength isn’t always about what you can carry on your own. Sometimes it’s about knowing when to lean on others. And I’m here."

His words settled in your chest like a soothing balm, easing the ache that had been there for far too long. And as you stood there, bathed in the light of the stars and the comfort of Azriel’s presence, you felt, for the first time in ages, like maybe—just maybe—you didn’t have to carry everything alone.

The night air hung thick with an electric tension, the kind that only existed in the presence of someone who truly understood the silent battles you fought. Azriel remained by your side, his steady presence like an anchor in the midst of your storm.

You wanted to say something more, but words failed you. Instead, you let the quiet linger, taking comfort in the rhythmic sound of his breathing and the faint hum of shadows dancing at his feet.

After a long while, Azriel spoke again, his voice low but filled with a quiet urgency. "I know it’s hard... to let others in," he began, the raw vulnerability in his words catching you off guard. "But sometimes, it’s the only way forward."

You turned to face him, your heart hammering a little faster than usual. There was something about the way he said it, something in his tone that made you feel like he wasn't just speaking to you—but to himself as well. Like he knew, all too well, the price of keeping things bottled up.

His gaze was intense, his shadows swarming restlessly around his boots, as if they could sense the tension in the air. "I’ve spent years hiding in the dark," he continued, his voice quiet but raw. "Pushing people away, thinking that if I kept everything inside, no one would get hurt. But the truth is..." He paused, his gaze searching yours. "The truth is, the darkness never stays hidden. It always finds a way out."

You swallowed, feeling a lump rise in your throat. "And what happens when it does?" you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

Azriel didn’t hesitate. "You face it. You face it with the people who care about you, the people who can help you carry the burden."

You took a slow, shaky breath. There was something so real in his words, something that made you question your own choices. Maybe you didn’t have to be alone in this fight. Maybe there was room for something more.

"But what if..." You hesitated, unsure of how to finish your thought. "What if I’m not worth helping? What if I can’t be the person everyone expects me to be?"

Azriel turned to you fully then, his wings shifting slightly, a protective shield of darkness around you both. His eyes were so intense, so focused, that it made your heart race.

"You're more than worth it," he said softly, his voice holding an unshakeable truth. "You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you."

The warmth in his words made something inside you stir. For the first time in so long, the heavy burden of your insecurities felt a little lighter. Azriel’s presence was grounding, his words a lifeline when you’d felt like you were drowning in your own doubts.

"I don’t know if I can be that person," you admitted, voice small and vulnerable. "But I want to try."

Azriel’s hand, so large and strong, reached out, gently cupping your cheek. His touch was electric, sending a ripple of warmth through you that cut through the cold night air. "You don’t have to be anything you’re not. You just have to be willing to try. That’s all I’m asking."

You closed your eyes at the contact, savoring the moment—the gentleness of his touch, the sincerity in his voice, and the comfort of knowing that for once, you didn’t have to carry your fears alone.

When you opened your eyes again, Azriel was still looking at you, his expression soft, almost tender. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at you like that. It made your chest ache in a way that felt both comforting and terrifying all at once.

The world around you seemed to slow as he leaned in just a fraction closer, the distance between you vanishing like the shadows that clung to him. There was a brief, quiet pause—one that felt infinite—before he spoke again.

"Do you trust me?" His question was quiet, sincere.

The weight of it hung in the air, the gravity of it making your heart skip a beat. You wanted to say yes, wanted to believe that you could trust him without hesitation. But you were afraid. Afraid of letting someone in, afraid of being vulnerable again.

But Azriel’s steady gaze, the sincerity in his eyes, made it impossible to ignore the pull inside you. You’d seen the darkness he carried, the weight of his own past, and still, he stood here beside you, offering you the same trust.

Slowly, you nodded. "I do."

Azriel's lips curled into the smallest of smiles—barely noticeable, but enough to make your heart flutter.

"Then let me help you," he murmured.

The words felt like a promise, a silent vow that things could change, that you didn’t have to face the darkness alone. In that moment, the shadows around him seemed to pulse in response to his words, as if they, too, were waiting for something—waiting for you to finally accept what he was offering.

You swallowed, fighting back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm you, and took a step closer to him. His shadows parted to allow you to stand in front of him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel so alone.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of hope and fear. "I’ll try."

Azriel’s expression softened even more, and in that moment, you saw him—really saw him—beyond the shadows, beyond the wraith-like figure he so often portrayed. You saw the person who had, in his own way, fought his own battles and come out on the other side.

And maybe, just maybe, you could do the same.

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The Flame and the Ice // eris vanserra x reader

The night was cold, the air sharp with the scent of pine and frost. The wind howled through the darkened woods, a song of winter’s power. You wrapped your cloak tightly around your shoulders, the silken fabric offering little comfort against the harsh chill. You’d learned to ignore the discomfort, though — you had learned to ignore much since arriving in the land of the Night Court.

The wind carried a familiar scent, one that seemed to freeze the air with its sharpness. Eris Vanserra.

You turned just in time to see him emerge from the shadows, his tall form cloaked in darkness, as though the night itself clung to him. His fiery hair seemed to glow faintly in the moonlight, like embers that refused to die. His golden eyes locked with yours, the ice in them sharp and unsettling.

“You seem far from the warmth of the Court,” he said, his voice a low drawl, smooth as silk but laced with something dangerous. “I would think you’d have more sense than to wander these woods alone.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms in front of you. “And I would think you’d have more to do than stalk the woods at night.”

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I like the quiet. Something about the isolation... allows for more personal thoughts."

“Such as?”

His gaze softened slightly as his eyes studied you, the usual hardness there but with a flicker of something else. “Such as how you always seem to be somewhere you shouldn’t be.”

You held his stare, the challenge in your eyes unmistakable. "I go where I want. Do you have a problem with that, Vanserra?"

Eris took a step forward, his tall form casting a shadow over you as if he were absorbing the very light around him. You tilted your chin upward, not backing down despite the icy aura he exuded.

He was too close now, his breath mingling with yours, a mix of cold and something else entirely. “Perhaps I do,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “But I’ve learned to tolerate certain... distractions.”

You didn’t know what it was about him. The arrogance, the fire in his gaze, the way he never seemed to back down. It was a dangerous cocktail, and yet, for reasons you couldn’t explain, it drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“I’m not one of your ‘distractions,’” you said, though the words felt empty even as you spoke them.

“Of course not,” Eris agreed, his voice dark and knowing. “But everyone has a breaking point. Even you.”

You swallowed, your pulse quickening despite your attempt to remain indifferent. "Is that why you're here? To see how long it takes before I break?"

His lips curled into a smile that was equal parts dangerous and captivating. "Maybe. Or maybe... I just like the way you challenge me. Not many do."

You couldn't tell if he was serious or mocking you, but there was something in his gaze that held you captive. Something deeper than the ice, deeper than the arrogance.

Without thinking, you reached out, brushing a finger across his cheek, feeling the slight warmth of his skin beneath the chill. For a heartbeat, he didn’t move, the tension between you thickening, the air heavy with the unsaid.

“Maybe,” you whispered, “I like to challenge you, too.”

Eris’s golden eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as if he were holding back a storm. His hand, slow and deliberate, reached toward yours, capturing your wrist with surprising gentleness for someone who had mastered the art of cold precision.

His gaze flicked down to your lips, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. His voice was barely audible, rough with restraint.

“Then let’s see how long we can keep this up, shall we?”

And before you could respond, before you could even breathe, his lips met yours in a kiss that was all fire and ice—dangerous, intoxicating, and utterly inevitable.

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Unseen and Unheard (Part 2 - A Harder Road) // Bodhi Durran x Reader

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The days since the argument had passed in a blur of half-conversations, small gestures, and a quiet sort of tension that lingered in the space between you and Bodhi. He’d tried. You couldn’t deny that. He’d made efforts—short visits between his missions, lingering glances, even small letters tucked into your bag when you weren’t looking. He was trying to make things right.

But for some reason, the weight of his absence during the hardest parts of your days still haunted you. The promises, the gentle words, they didn’t undo the feeling of being unseen, of being second place to everything else in his life. And while he had apologized—genuinely, you knew—those words were starting to lose their power, just like every other apology that had been made over the past weeks.

You were sitting by the window, watching the sky turn from amber to deep violet, when you heard his footsteps approach your door. That familiar rhythm—his shoes against the stone floor. You could tell the moment he stopped, his hand hovering over the door handle, unsure whether you were ready for him yet.

When he knocked softly, you took a deep breath and stood to answer. The moment you opened the door, you saw him—tall, rugged, his hair a bit messier than usual, like he had been running his hands through it again in frustration. His face lit up when he saw you, but that soft smile faltered almost immediately when he noticed your tight expression.

"Bodhi," you said, stepping aside to let him in. Your voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it, a tension he couldn’t ignore.

“Hey.” He smiled cautiously, stepping inside. But instead of the usual warmth you had come to expect, his words felt hollow this time. “I’ve been thinking about what we talked about, and I think it’s time we do something about it.” He paused, watching you closely. “I’ve planned a trip. Just you and me. No distractions. No duties. We leave tomorrow.”

You blinked, unable to mask your surprise. A trip? Was this his idea of making things better?

You folded your arms across your chest and leaned against the doorframe, not hiding the skepticism in your eyes. “A trip?” you asked flatly. “Are you serious?”

His eyes softened, his voice rising in concern. “I thought you’d like it. I know how much you’ve been wanting time with me. I’ve arranged everything. Just a few days away to reset, you know? To get away from all the chaos.”

You felt your chest tighten at his words. *A few days away?* That was his idea of fixing things? His idea of showing you that you mattered?

"You think a trip will fix everything?" you asked, your voice cold, though the hurt was clear in the way your words cut. "You think running away from the problem will make it go away? Bodhi, I don’t need to leave the barracks to feel seen. I need to see you prioritize me *here*, in the middle of everything that’s so important to you. Not just when you can carve out some spare time."

His brows furrowed at your response, clearly not expecting the pushback. He stepped closer, trying to explain himself, his voice quieter now. “It’s not about avoiding the problem. It’s about giving us time. Time to be together, without anything else pulling us in different directions.”

You shook your head, taking a step back. “No. That’s not what I need. That’s not enough. You’re always apologizing, always promising you’ll try harder, but nothing changes, Bodhi. You keep saying you’re busy, that you don’t have time, and I’m stuck waiting around hoping for a moment that never comes.”

His face shifted, guilt flashing in his eyes. “I know, I know. And I’m sorry. I’m trying, but it’s hard. You don’t understand—there’s always something. Someone needing something from me. And I’ve—" He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been neglecting you. I don’t know how to do this. How to fix it all.”

His words were desperate, and the frustration in his voice made you want to reach out, to comfort him. But the hurt you had been holding onto for so long stopped you. It was easy for him to say the right words now, to show regret, but you needed action. Not promises that would fade with time.

“You keep saying that, Bodhi,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “That you’re trying. But it’s not enough anymore. I’ve been *waiting* for you to choose me, but every time I need you, every time I hope you’ll be here, you’re gone again. I’m tired of being an afterthought.”

His face fell, the weight of your words sinking in. The room felt small between the two of you, filled with the space of everything unspoken and unresolved.

“You don’t get it, do you?” you continued, your voice trembling slightly, but firm. “I’m not asking for grand gestures. I’m asking for you to show up. For you to make me feel like I’m worth the time you’re always *too busy* to give. How can I keep believing you when I’m always left with empty promises and a few hours of stolen time?”

Bodhi’s eyes shifted as he took a step toward you, reaching out as if to touch your arm, but you pulled away before he could. The gesture wasn’t harsh, but it was firm. You needed space to breathe, to think clearly without the weight of his expectations pressing down on you.

“I don’t know what to do, but I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m failing you. And I don’t know how to make it better. But I swear, I *will*.”

You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the rawness in his eyes. You could see how much it hurt him that you were so hurt, how badly he wanted to make things right—but that didn’t change the reality you were living in. And right now, your heart was struggling to trust those words.

“I can’t just *take your word for it* anymore,” you replied quietly, looking away. “I need more than that. You need to show me, Bodhi. It’s not about trips or gifts. It’s about being here when I need you. It’s about *choosing* me when it counts. Not when it’s easy, and not when there’s nothing else to do.”

The silence between you both felt heavy as he processed your words. And then, in a quiet voice, he spoke again.

“I understand,” Bodhi said, his voice softer now, yet resolute. “And I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ve been taking you for granted, thinking that I could make it up to you with little gestures, with moments when I could carve out time. But that’s not enough. I *can* do better. I *will* do better.”

You looked at him, the frustration in your chest burning a little less as you saw the sincerity in his eyes. It wasn’t a perfect fix. You didn’t expect everything to change overnight, but for the first time, it felt like he was truly hearing you. And that was enough to soften the edges of your anger.

"I can’t keep pretending everything’s okay," you whispered. "But I’ll give you one more chance. If you show me, Bodhi, if you actually show me that I matter—no more empty words or excuses—I’ll believe in us again. But this has to be the last time. I won’t go back to being second place."

He nodded slowly, taking a step closer to you. His gaze was full of determination, and this time, you felt the weight of his promise.

“I swear. No more promises without action. I’ll show you. Every day.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself hope. Just a little. It wasn’t easy, and you still had doubts, but you couldn’t close yourself off forever. Maybe this time, maybe with time, things could be different.

“I’m willing to give you that chance,” you said softly. “But you better not waste it.”

He smiled then, small but genuine. “I won’t. I promise.”

And as he reached out to you, this time, you didn’t pull away. You allowed the space between you to close, feeling his warmth wrap around you like a promise—this one, maybe, you could believe in.

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Unseen and Unheard // Bodhi Durran x Reader

AN: More bodhi and more angstI need to write a part two cause how dare I leave bodhi sad

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He was late—again.

Your fingers drummed against the stone railing, frustration gnawing at you. You had tried to understand, tried to be patient, but the constant feeling of being second place in his life was starting to wear thin.

The low sound of footsteps reached your ears, and your breath caught in your throat. There he was—tall, rugged, and always so damn consumed by everything but you. His dark eyes met yours, and the usual warmth you’d grown to expect from him seemed absent tonight.

"Bodhi," you started, your voice sharper than you'd intended. "You’re late."

Bodhi’s eyes flitted around, not meeting yours directly. "I got caught up doing something for Xaden. I’m sorry, okay?" He ran a hand through his dark hair, his expression unreadable.

"That’s always your excuse, Bodhi." You took a step toward him, heart pounding. "I get it—you’re his cousin. You have responsibilities. But I’m tired of being the last thing on your list." Your words came out in a rush, the anger that had been building up over the past few weeks bubbling to the surface.

He blinked, clearly taken aback by the sudden burst. "You know I can’t just drop everything for—"

"No, I don’t know," you interrupted, voice rising. "I don’t know why you never have time for me. You’ve been buried in your duties, your missions, keeping watch of violet, your training. And I’m still here, hoping for just a moment of your attention, but it never comes." Your chest tightened, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you.

Bodhi’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might walk away, the tension too thick to cut through. But instead, he took a step toward you, his voice low. "I’m doing my best. What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to prioritize me for once. To show me that I matter," you shot back, the words stinging both of you. "I’m not asking for all your time. Just some."

Bodhi exhaled sharply, his hands rubbing the back of his neck as he struggled to find the right words. "I didn’t think this was something I had to explain to you. I—"

"You didn’t think it was important to explain? To show me?" you cut in, the hurt and frustration finally breaking through.

His eyes softened, but the tension in his shoulders remained. "You know what it’s like, don’t you? The weight of this responsibility. It’s not just about me, or what I want. There are people counting on me. Lives are at stake. I can’t just walk away when there’s work to be done."

You shook your head, fighting back the sting of tears. "I know what it’s like, Bodhi. I understand that there are other things, bigger things. But I’m tired of being invisible. Of feeling like I’m the one who has to wait while everyone else takes priority."

For a long moment, he didn’t speak. His gaze fell to the ground, and you watched the conflict play out on his face. The realization hit you that he was never going to fully understand how you felt. His world had always been one of duty and sacrifice—one where love was a luxury, not a need.

Finally, he looked back up at you, his expression vulnerable, raw. "I don’t know what to do. I’m not good at this, at balancing everything. But I’m trying, okay? I am trying.”

You could hear the honesty in his voice, but the distance between you felt like an insurmountable chasm.

"I know," you whispered, a mixture of sadness and acceptance in your voice. "But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still standing here, alone, waiting for you to see me."

The air between you crackled with the weight of unspoken words. For a moment, you both just stood there, neither knowing what to do next. The space between you felt too large, but neither of you moved to close it.

Finally, Bodhi took a tentative step forward. "I don’t want to lose you," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.

You sighed, feeling a knot loosen in your chest. "Then show me that I’m worth it."

Bodhi nodded, looking as if he might finally understand. "I will. I’ll try harder. I promise."

The evening air was cool now, I turned to him one last time. “ I guess we will see” And left him standing on the balcony.

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Wings of the Heart // Bodhi Durran x Reader

W.C: 2.3k

A.N: bodhi is forever my number one, literally would die for him ANYWAYS. Here’s some sadness that turns into fluff

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The sun hung low over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the training grounds. The air smelled of pine and earth, the scent of dragons' fire lingering in the distance. Bodhi Durran sat perched on the stone wall that separated the academy from the vast wilderness beyond, a map in his hands, though his attention was far from the parchment. His amber eyes were lost in the colors of the setting sun, distant, almost as if the world had faded away.

You had noticed him the moment you entered the training grounds, as you always did. Bodhi was a presence that commanded attention — not just because of his skills as a dragon rider, but because of the unspoken tension that seemed to radiate from him. He was a paradox: so strong, yet so quietly burdened by the weight of his responsibilities. There was always a distance in his eyes, like he was carrying something heavier than the world on his shoulders. But when his gaze landed on you, something flickered.

And tonight, as the shadows stretched long over the earth, you found yourself walking toward him, unsure of what exactly pulled you there. Maybe it was the way the sunset bathed his face in soft, warm hues, or maybe it was the longing you felt in the pit of your stomach when you thought about how close you had gotten to him over the past few weeks.

"Bodhi," you called softly, your voice reaching him over the quiet hum of the evening.

He turned, his amber gaze locking onto yours immediately, the faintest hint of a smile curling at the corner of his lips. “Didn’t expect anyone to join me tonight,” he said, his voice warm but laced with something... guarded.

You smiled, walking a little closer. “I couldn’t help it,” you replied, your voice quieter now, almost in sync with the quiet beauty of the evening. “I saw you out here, and I thought I’d keep you company for a while.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching as if amused. “You sure you’re up for that? I’m not the best company tonight.”

You stopped beside him, the cool stone against your skin grounding you. “Maybe that’s exactly why I’m here,” you said, meeting his gaze. “Sometimes, the best company isn’t about talking. It’s about being with someone, even in silence.”

Bodhi didn’t respond at first. He simply studied you, his eyes searching, as if trying to read you in the fading light. He wasn’t one to let people in easily, but there was something about you that seemed to pull him in. Maybe it was your quiet confidence, or the way you didn’t shy away from the rawness of the world around you. Whatever it was, he found himself drawn to you in a way that he couldn’t quite explain.

The wind picked up slightly, ruffling your hair as you stood together in the golden glow of the sunset. You could feel the weight of unspoken words between you, like the air was thick with everything that neither of you dared to say.

"Why do you always seem so distant?" you asked softly, breaking the silence. You didn’t mean to pry, but the question had been lingering on your mind for some time. “Is it because of Xaden?”

Bodhi let out a long, quiet breath, his gaze falling back to the horizon. “It’s not just about Xaden,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s everything. The college. My past. The weight of being the one they turn to when everything goes wrong. Sometimes, it feels like I’m carrying more than I can handle.”

You could feel the tension radiating off him. His words were raw, and for a moment, you wondered how he carried such a burden on his own. You wanted to reach out, to offer him solace, but you didn’t know if he would accept it.

Taking a slow step forward, you gently placed a hand on his arm, your fingers brushing against the warmth of his skin. “You don’t have to carry it alone,” you whispered, your voice steady but full of unspoken meaning. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

He stiffened at the touch, but you could feel his muscles relax just a fraction. He turned toward you, his amber eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. His gaze softened, and for the first time, you saw something vulnerable in him — something raw, something real.

“I don’t know how to let someone in,” Bodhi admitted, his voice barely audible, the vulnerability in his words making your heart ache. “I’ve never really known how.”

You stepped closer, your hand still on his arm, feeling the steady beat of his pulse beneath your touch. “Maybe that’s okay,” you said, your voice soft yet unwavering. “Maybe we don’t need all the answers right now. Maybe all we need is this.”

You could see the conflict in his eyes — the struggle between keeping his distance and the undeniable pull he felt toward you. Slowly, his hand moved to cover yours, his touch warm and steady.

“You’re a lot more than I expected,” he said, his voice low, as if confessing something he didn’t quite understand. “I didn’t think I’d find someone who... made it easier. Easier to breathe, I mean.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and before you could stop yourself, you moved closer, the air between you electric with unspoken desire. Bodhi’s eyes flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes, the space between you shrinking until there was barely any distance left at all.

“I think,” you whispered, your voice thick with the weight of everything you both wanted to say but hadn’t yet, “we could make it easier for each other. If you’d let me.”

Bodhi’s breath hitched, and without another word, he closed the gap between you, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was tentative at first, as if testing the waters. But it didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, for him to pull you closer, his arms wrapping around you as though you were the very thing he had been missing all this time.

The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, the way his heartbeat matched yours. It was like a dream — one you never wanted to wake from.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Bodhi rested his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you close, his voice a soft murmur against your skin. “I don’t know what this is,” he said, his tone rough and vulnerable. “But I’m not letting you go.”

You smiled, your heart soaring at his words. “I don’t want you to.”

And for the first time, Bodhi felt something he hadn’t in a long time: a sense of peace. Maybe it wasn’t about the dragons, or the academy, or the endless duties that waited for him. Maybe, just maybe, it was about finding something real, something that made all of it worth it.

It was about finding you.

The air around you felt charged, like the calm before a storm, but in the best possible way. Bodhi’s arms were still wrapped around you, his fingers pressing lightly against your skin as if he feared you might slip away if he held you too tightly. The way his body was pressed to yours felt intimate, almost as though you were both reluctant to break the bubble you had created.

You stood there, the quiet of the evening wrapping around you both like a blanket, the distant cries of dragons fading into the background. His forehead remained gently resting against yours, and you could feel the rhythm of his breath, slow and steady, matching yours.

“I never thought I’d be here, like this,” Bodhi murmured, his voice a low whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. “With you.”

You smiled softly, your fingertips grazing the fabric of his shirt as you gently cupped his cheek. “Neither did I,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it aloud made it more real. “But I think... maybe we were meant to be.”

He tilted his head, eyes meeting yours with an intensity that felt like it could unravel everything. “You make me feel like I’ve been running away from something I didn’t even know I wanted,” Bodhi confessed, his voice thick with emotion. “Like I’ve been running away from you.”

You felt your heart beat faster, your chest tightening with both anticipation and something deeper, more vulnerable. “What do you mean by that?” you asked, your voice laced with curiosity but also a tinge of hope.

Bodhi’s expression softened, his thumb tracing the outline of your jaw, his touch tender but full of purpose. “I mean,” he began slowly, “that for so long, I kept everyone at arm’s length. I thought I couldn’t afford to care about anyone. That if I let myself feel... it would only make me weak.”

You felt a pang in your chest at his words. The weight he had been carrying was heavier than you had realized. But in that moment, you didn’t want to just be his escape or his distraction — you wanted to be his anchor.

“You don’t have to do it all on your own,” you whispered, your eyes locked with his. “You never have to.”

Bodhi’s eyes glimmered with something raw, something that wasn’t there before. “But you... you make it feel like I can.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the meaning of his words settling in your chest. There was something magnetic about him, something that pulled you in despite the walls he had built up around his heart. And the longer you stood there, the more you realized that you felt the same — you didn’t want to live in a world where you had to stay away from him.

“I want to be here,” you whispered, your hand gently tracing the line of his jaw, savoring the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. “With you. Not just tonight, but... always.”

A deep sigh escaped his lips, and for the first time, the tension in his body seemed to melt away. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if savoring your touch. When he opened them again, they were darker, more intense, and his gaze dropped to your lips.

The air between you thickened, and without another word, Bodhi closed the distance, his lips capturing yours once more. This time, the kiss was deeper, more urgent — a kiss that held everything both of you had been holding back for so long. His hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss, his other hand resting on your waist, pulling you closer.

You melted into him, feeling the strength of his body against yours, the way his heartbeat echoed against your own. Every part of you responded to him — your heart, your mind, your very soul — as though you had been waiting for this moment your entire life. And in that moment, you realized that maybe you had been. Maybe you had always been waiting for him.

When the kiss finally broke, both of you were breathless, foreheads pressed together, and the world seemed to fade away once more. But this time, it didn’t feel lonely. It felt... right.

Bodhi’s voice was a soft murmur, his words lingering in the cool evening air. “I don’t know what this is, but I don’t want it to stop.”

You smiled, your heart full to the brim with everything you had always wanted but never knew how to put into words. “Then it doesn’t have to,” you replied, your voice steady but full of warmth. “We’ll figure it out, together.”

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, his gaze never leaving yours as if he was memorizing every detail of this moment. “Together,” he repeated, his tone carrying a promise, a vow that you both knew would carry weight for the rest of your lives.

You tilted your head, your voice teasing but filled with affection. “I think you’re finally getting the hang of it.”

Bodhi chuckled, the sound low and rich, and for the first time in a long while, it felt like his laughter was genuine. He rested his forehead against yours again, closing his eyes, as if savoring the simple comfort of your closeness. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, you know that?” he whispered, his voice heavy with something unspoken but real.

“I think I always have,” you teased, pressing your lips to the side of his cheek in a soft, lingering kiss.

His arms tightened around you, pulling you in even closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. “I’m not letting go,” he murmured. “Not now. Not ever.”

The words hung in the air between you, filled with a promise, a bond that neither of you could deny. The night stretched on, the stars beginning to twinkle in the sky above, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. There were no dragons, no academy to serve, no duties to attend to. There was only you and him, together — two souls intertwined, drawn to each other in a way that neither could explain, but neither could resist.

And for the first time, Bodhi felt like he didn’t need to have all the answers. He only needed yo

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A Dance of Fire and Wings // Liam Mairi x Reader

A.N: I am delusional and refuse to believe that Liam has died so here’s alittle blurb if he was in the battle at baisgiath.

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The sun had barely begun to dip below the horizon, casting its warm glow across the expanse of the battlefield. The smell of earth and smoke lingered in the air as the sounds of clashing swords and dragon roars echoed in the distance.

You stood at the edge of Basgiath, gazing out over the land. The battle had been long, the air thick with tension. It was hard to keep your composure, but you had trained for this moment for years. As the youngest in your class, the weight of expectation on your shoulders felt heavier than any armor you could wear. But you knew you were ready.

Still, a sense of unease gnawed at you.

“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” a voice said, low and teasing, breaking you from your thoughts.

You turned to find Liam Mairi leaning casually against a nearby post, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His dark, messy hair framed his sharp features, and his green eyes, full of mischief and warmth, locked onto yours.

“I didn’t realize you were such a fan of stalking, Mairi,” you retorted, raising an eyebrow.

“Stalking?” He took a step closer, his posture relaxed but his presence undeniable. “No, no. I prefer to think of it as keeping an eye on my favorite person.”

You rolled your eyes, though the faint warmth in your chest couldn’t be ignored. He was always like this, playful but with a certain seriousness beneath it. Liam was hard to read sometimes, but you had learned over the past few weeks that his teasing wasn’t meant to hide something—it was his way of making light of the harsh world you both lived in.

“What are you doing out here, anyway?” you asked, the sound of the battle now distant in your mind.

Liam glanced towards the horizon, his expression growing somber. “I could ask you the same thing,” he said softly. “Shouldn’t you be getting some rest?”

“I’m fine.” You shrugged, though you could feel the exhaustion creeping into your bones. “Someone has to watch the skies.”

He stepped closer to you, his hand brushing against yours for a brief, electric moment. “And here I thought you were a firebrand who didn’t care for the skies.”

You chuckled, looking up at him. “That was before I met a certain dragonrider who loves to fly circles around me.”

He let out a soft laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing for the moment. “I’d never let anyone fall behind.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious. “Really?”

His smile softened, and for a second, you saw the vulnerability that often remained hidden beneath the bravado. “I mean it. There’s a place for us up there, where nothing can touch us. Just you, me, and the wind.”

You swallowed, unsure of how to respond. The bond between dragonrider and their dragon was sacred, but it was clear that the bond Liam spoke of was something more. The connection was real, and yet, you found yourself wondering how much of it was just the heat of the moment.

Before you could speak, a distant call broke the quiet of the evening. The sounds of footsteps drew nearer, and Liam turned his head, his eyes scanning the approaching figures.

“We should go. They’ll need us soon,” he said, his tone shifting back to business.

You nodded and followed as he led the way back to the heart of the death college. As you moved through the halls and soldiers preparing for the night, you could feel the weight of what was coming. The next battle would be brutal, and there was no certainty about who would survive.

But for a brief, fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to believe in the promise he made that you wouldn’t be alone.

Liam looked back over his shoulder, his gaze meeting yours. “Stay close. I’ll be right beside you.”

And in that moment, as the last light of day vanished behind the horizon, you knew he meant it. No matter the outcome of the battle, no matter what dangers lay ahead, you would face it together.

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Shattered Wings// Ridoc Gamlyn x Reader

W.C: 1k

A/N: Just a lil angst from my favourite fourth wing guy

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The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the quiet, crumbling courtyard. The weight of the silence pressed against your chest, each breath more labored than the last. You stared at the distant horizon, as if hoping the endless expanse of night might offer some solace. But there was nothing. Just the gnawing emptiness that had settled deep inside you ever since *that* night.

Footsteps echoed behind you, too familiar to be mistaken. Ridoc Gamlyn. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. His presence had become an inescapable shadow, lingering in the spaces you used to find comfort. The same tall, imposing figure you’d once admired was now a reminder of everything that had gone wrong.

“[Y/N],” Ridoc’s voice was softer than you remembered, strained, almost as if he was unsure whether to approach or retreat. “We need to talk.”

You didn’t answer. What could you say? How could you explain the hurt that had shattered everything? It had been his betrayal that broke you, his words cutting deeper than any weapon ever could.

He stepped closer, his boots barely making a sound on the cracked stone beneath him. He was always so damn composed, like the world never fazed him. But you could see the subtle tremor in his jaw, the tightness in his stance that betrayed the calm facade.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he continued, voice cracking ever so slightly. “You hate me. I deserve it. But please, let me explain.”

Your throat burned, the lump of unshed tears threatening to choke you. You took a shaky step back, eyes locking with the distant stars instead of the man who had shattered your trust.

“Explain?” you finally whispered, the bitterness seeping into your voice. “What is there to explain, Ridoc? You made your choice. You always choose *them*.”

He flinched, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. But it was gone before you could be sure. Ridoc Gamlyn had always been good at hiding things. At keeping the most important parts of himself locked away.

“I didn’t—” His voice faltered as if the words refused to come out, too heavy to carry. “It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.”

You laughed, the sound hollow and harsh against the stillness of the night. “You didn’t want it to happen? You think that changes anything? You chose them over me. Over us.”

His gaze dropped to the ground, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “I never wanted to hurt you. You have to believe that.”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore,” you said quietly, shaking your head. “Maybe once, I would’ve believed you. But not now. Not after everything.”

He took a step forward, reaching for your hand, but you pulled away before he could touch you. His fingers trembled, an involuntary movement that cut through you like a knife.

“Please, don’t push me away,” Ridoc whispered, his voice laced with desperation. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled, but you refused to let them fall in front of him. You didn’t want him to see you break, not like this, not because of him.

“You always meant for it to happen,” you spat, your words sharp and cold. “You never cared about me. You were always too busy with your duties, with them. And I… I was just a distraction.”

His face twisted in pain, and for the first time, you saw the cracks in his perfect, indifferent armor. He didn’t speak, only stood there, torn between what he wanted to say and the truth of what he had done.

The silence stretched on, suffocating both of you.

Finally, you turned away, the distance between you growing with each step you took. "I can't do this anymore, Ridoc. I can't keep pretending I mean something to you when you’ve already chosen your path."

He didn’t follow you, though you could feel his eyes on your back, heavy with regret.

And as you walked into the night, leaving him behind in the darkness, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever find a way to heal from the wounds he had left behind.

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A Quiet Evening // Ridoc Gamlyn x Reader

W.C:1.1k

A/N: After Onyx Storm i cannot stop thinking about this man

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The sky had turned a dusky purple, and the sounds of the training grounds had faded as the day gave way to night. You sat near the small fire that crackled in the courtyard, the warmth from the flames providing a small comfort after a long day. The chilly air wrapped around you, but you didn’t mind—it felt grounding, like a reminder that amidst all the chaos, moments of peace still existed.

You were lost in thought when a shadow fell across your path, and you looked up to see Ridoc Gamlyn standing there, his dark eyes scanning the space around you before landing on you. His presence was commanding, always. But tonight, there was something different. Something more than his usual unflinching composure. His gaze softened as he met your eyes, his jaw tight but his posture relaxed, as if he, too, sought respite from the weight of the world.

"Mind if I join you?" His voice was quiet but with an edge of something—uncertainty, maybe? It made your heart skip a beat.

You nodded, shifting slightly to make room, though he didn’t need any invitation. He lowered himself to the ground beside you, close but still with a respectful distance between you. You both looked at the fire, the flames dancing in the wind, and for a long while, neither of you spoke. It was peaceful, though, and there was comfort in the silence.

The warmth from the fire illuminated Ridoc’s face, making the sharp lines of his jaw and the determined set of his brow even more striking. But there was something more in his expression tonight. A quiet, almost hesitant energy that was unlike the strong, confident soldier you usually saw. It made your pulse quicken just a little.

You broke the silence first, your voice barely louder than a whisper. "It’s quiet here."

Ridoc’s eyes flicked to you, meeting your gaze for a brief moment before he nodded. "Yeah. It’s been too much noise everywhere else. Sometimes, it’s good to be alone, with just your thoughts."

His words were heavy with something unspoken. You sensed that he wasn’t just talking about the chaos of the war, but about something deeper—something personal.

The air between you thickened, and you could feel his presence growing, pulling at the space around you like gravity. You hesitated, unsure of how to approach the subject, but when you caught his eye again, you saw something vulnerable behind the usual stoic exterior. It was subtle, but it was there.

“I’ve been thinking…” Ridoc started, his voice lower now, quieter. He cleared his throat as if choosing his words carefully. “About everything. About us.”

Your heart skipped in your chest. You had noticed the way his attention lingered on you more than usual, the way he seemed to care just a little bit more than a fellow soldier would. But hearing him say it out loud felt different—real, raw. Your stomach fluttered at the thought.

“You’ve been on my mind, too,” you admitted softly, your voice barely more than a breath.

His eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw the depth of emotion there. There was something almost tentative in his gaze, as though he was unsure whether to take the next step, afraid of what that might mean.

"I never thought I’d be someone to… let my emotions lead," Ridoc confessed, his gaze dropping to his hands for a moment, as if the weight of his words was almost too much to bear. “But with you… I can’t help it.”

You leaned closer, your heart pounding now, but you didn’t mind. The intensity of the moment was unlike anything you’d felt before. Ridoc’s usual control was slipping, revealing a side of him that was raw and open—something he rarely allowed anyone to see.

His hand reached out, hesitating for a moment before it brushed against yours, his fingers lightly grazing your skin. It was a subtle touch, but it felt like an unspoken invitation, a silent plea for something more.

Your breath caught, and you met his gaze again, your voice barely a whisper. "Ridoc, I—"

Before you could finish, he closed the space between you, his lips capturing yours in a soft, tentative kiss. The world around you seemed to disappear in that moment. His lips were warm, a bit hesitant at first, as though he was afraid of crossing some invisible boundary. But when you didn’t pull away, when you kissed him back with the same uncertainty and desire, his touch deepened.

His hand moved to cup your cheek, gently guiding you closer, as if the distance between you was something he couldn’t bear any longer. You responded instinctively, your own hand coming to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

The kiss was slow, unhurried, as if the two of you were savoring the rare moment of peace amidst the storm. It was tender, a quiet exchange of emotions that words could never capture. Ridoc’s lips brushed against yours, and you felt the pull of something deeper—something that went beyond attraction, beyond the physical.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and a little dizzy, Ridoc rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed for a moment as he collected himself. "I don’t know what this means… but I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it," he murmured, his voice rough but filled with sincerity.

You smiled, your thumb brushing against the back of his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin. "You don’t have to pretend," you whispered, your voice steady now. "We don’t have to know what comes next."

Ridoc opened his eyes, searching your face for any sign of hesitation, but all he found was understanding. "You’re not afraid?" he asked, his voice quiet, vulnerable.

"Not anymore," you replied, your smile soft and reassuring.

And for the first time, Ridoc seemed to relax, his shoulders loosening as if the weight of the world had lifted just a little. "Good," he said, his voice almost a sigh of relief.

For the rest of the evening, you both sat there in comfortable silence, the fire burning low beside you. It was a small moment, but it was yours. And it felt like a beginning—a new chapter that neither of you had been ready for, but one that you both now shared