scorpioriesling

[scorpioriesling]

Saja Origin Stories

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Pairing(s): Jinu, Abby, Mystery, Baby, Romance x reader

Warning(s): mentions of depression, trauma, cheating, angst, sadness, anxiety, neglect, bullying, abuse

Summary: Just my theories / ideas on the backstories for the Saja Boys (since Netflix cut the 3-hr. movie to 1.5 hrs… and we didn’t get any insight on any of them besides Jinu!!)

SR’s Note: Okayyyy this is my first ever KPDH-inspired piece, so please be nice! (Not the first one I've written and finished, though... just you wait for Kinktober (; I'm excited for you all.)

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Jinu

We all know his origin story already, but let me embellish for a second

When he abandoned his mother and sister, he obviously felt guilt and soon turned to Gwi-ma because of this

His mother and sister likely continued to live on the streets, and his sister grew up working hard to provide for herself and her mother

As a growing child, her mother gave everything to her that she could; food, clothing, earnings though they were minimal

However, I feel like as a teen, the young sister would begin stealing, breaking rules, and trying to get back at her older brother for what he'd done to their family

She grew more and more rebellious, especially after their mother fell ill and passed

Now on her own, she made it a personal goal to enter the palace and repay her older brother for what he'd done

But, on the very night she was able to slip past the guards and into his private rooms... he was not there

She was shocked, so sure she'd find him and punish him for his wrongdoing

Now on a personal mission to find him, she'd search day in and day out to try and find Jinu. Though as we know, in the end she never would -- she'd die trying, but never find her brother who so harshly betrayed their family and had since fallen victim to Gwi-ma himself

Jinu watched his sister from afar, watched her mistakes and wrongdoings, knowing it was his doing that sent her into that spiral in the first place

But, even as he watched her pass one day as well, he'd never be able to do the one thing he wanted most; change his actions, and reverse what he'd done to wreck the lives of his loved ones

Abby

Very hard to believe, but for Abby's origin story... I feel like he was bullied heavily as a child

Too short, too scrawny, too this too that -- Abby had unfortunately heard it all

He had looked past his insecurities as a young kid, but as he grew older into his teenage years... those insults really started getting to him

It was made worse as he moved through life, graduating from higher education and searching for a job in the real world

It seemed no one ever paid him any mind; he wasn't as appealing, as attractive as other candidates. Nothing about him stood out, and it only sent his mind spiraling into a deeper depression

And then, one day he heard it. Gwi-ma's voice

"I can give you exactly what you want; the perfect body, the right amount of desirability... I can make you look how you've always wished. If only you'll sell your soul for it."

So, sadly, Abby took the bait. He sold his soul to Gwi-ma, waking the next morning feeling as though his body was not his own

He was ripped, muscles lining his bones; his face, clear and smooth, accentuated by that pop of pink hair that no one would be able to miss. Not to mention is height, which had him towering over others

He felt good for once, confident to go out into the world in search of the things he had always longed to have; a good job, a wife, a family one day

And that was when thigns started going south for Abby

Every date he'd go on would end with the lady hoping to take things a step further with him; which, he'd admit, was validating at first. But, after a while it got old -- he wanted someone to see him beyond the otherworldly body, beyond his appearance and see him for who he truly was

It was the same with jobs. He'd be offerred customer-facing positions, or job titles where he could be shown off each day; but, no work seemed so available that consisted of real knowledge, or using his education in a way that mattered

After a while, he began to hate the curse dressed up as a blessing; and in the end, felt only truly validated as another one of Gwi-ma's coveted slaves

Romance

This one might be kind of obvious, but I feel like Romance sold his soul after a horrible case of a broken heart

I could see him dating the girl he’d become the most infatuated with early in high school, young love blossoming into something much deeper

Since Romance is the flirtatious type, I could see his girl being the same way. She’d look past Romance’s flirty comments and nature around other women, knowing he only had eyes for her

Though her eyes would wander

(Don’t ask me why — if I had this man, there would be no one else and you know it)

She’d begun somewhat of an affair with another, beyond Romances knowledge as she was sure it’d be a secret she’d take with her to the grave

Romance would begin to notice subtle changes in her routine, her personality; she’d get home later, stay out longer, and not bat an eye when he’d present her with gifts or flowers or home-cooked meals

He’d become so suspicious that one day, he followed her

And that was the day he felt his life had ended

There she was, engaging with a male who was not him; and how her eyes just sparkled. They hadn’t done that in years with Romance

Hadn’t he done everything right? (Yes.) Hadn’t he spoiled her beyond belief? (Also yes.) Had she somehow saw past his constant reminders of his love for her? (Yes again.)

Gwi-ma made himself known soon after, promising to take her lover out of the picture with eternal love for them both — all in exchange for Romance’s soul

He obviously jumped at the chance, anything to get his girl back and away from the male so clearly stealing her heart

At first, he was so glad to have her back; his girl, his. She’d been herself again, cherishing his advances and treating him with respect

But, her eyes were wandering ones… and it wouldn’t matter that her sinful lover was now out of the picture. She’d simply move along to a new one

Romance hadn’t understood, not until now

It wouldn’t matter — it never would. No matter the advances, the soul he’d sell for her, all he’d do for her… she’d never see nor respect him that way. Not in the way he loved and yearned for her

Once he’d finally fallen into that eternal sadness, accepting what he’d learned to become true, he found himself in Gwi-ma’s grasp for the rest of eternity

At least there, in the underworld, he’d get true love from those around him… right?

Mystery

Ugh, my favorite lil emo boy… let’s go

In school, Mystery did not do well. He was constantly outcasted, never had a big circle of friends, and cared more for music than schoolwork itself

His parents were quite absent, working in high-paying jobs that required nearly all of their attention

This left none for their one and only son, who’s academic career was rapidly declining

Mystery didn’t mind, though. He found that enjoying time creating music and art was time well spent; much better than spending his time in a dingy classroom

His challenges became real when his parents forced him out at 18 — long gone were his nights spent in the skyscraping penthouse he’d called home. Now he’d have to learn to live in the real world, alone

He’d rented a dingy, barely lit apartment on the bad side of town, unable to afford much as he had just barely graduated high school and did not have a well paying job

Allotting most of his time to his music, he’d often be distracted at work, if he showed up at all

But his music wasn’t what paid the bills, and after a while, he’d gotten into debt up to his knees

When Gwi-ma came to him, late one night as he sat humming on his fire escape… he knew this would be the deal of a lifetime

All debt and anxiety forgiven, the chance to live in a place where his voice would outshine the others… in exchange for his soul?

He’d take that chance in a heartbeat

Now gone from the real world, he’d never work another day in his life

He felt free again, able to sing as he pleased

Even if it was within Gwi-ma’s control

Baby

This is short but sad so please prepare

Unfortunately, I feel as though Baby suffered from abuse before turning demon

His parents were the worst; absolutely disgusting, horrible human beings

Not only was he physically abused by their hand, but mentally and verbally as well

It carried over into his friendships and relationships to his peers as well — seeing him as an easy target, someone who’d easily break and had been broken before

Baby didn’t have many friends, and the ones he did care for slipped away slowly as his mental health declined

Gwi-ma only saw this as an opportunity, coming to Baby with the promise of never being hurt again, whether that be physical, mental, or verbal

At first, Baby was hesitant; who even was this Gwi-ma, and how could someone offer something too good to be true? Why would someone offer something like that?

But one day, when things got really bad — the worst they’d ever been — he felt he had no choice. It was Gwi-ma and his offer, or live forever with this trauma

Baby had been relieved when he first went to the demon world; no one hit him, screamed, or got in his head over the simplest of things

But once Gwi-ma had found Baby’s weaknesses, he was not shy in exploiting them

And it was then, and only then that Baby realized he’d made a grave mistake

One he could never take back

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[scorpioriesling]

I REALLY HOPE YOU SEE THISSS!!

So can you maybe do a multi character (like with all the boys and how would each of them react to y/n being insecure about her stomach etc.(chubby girl here so I hope you do this of course if you want to!)

You're Perfect to Me (H.C)

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Pairing(s): Xaden, Liam, Ridoc, Brennan, Bodhi, Dain, Garrick x reader

Warning(s): mention of stomach insecurities, negative self talk, food insecurity, self shaming, self-criticism

Summary: Some headcannons reguarding each of the guys reacting to you voicing your insecurities, and how they make you feel better overall. <3

SR’s Note: This request was made when I was posting a LOT of FW-inspired fics... I am getting the vibe this was made for the FW crew as opposed to ACOTAR (correct me if I am wrong, though and I'll do more!) Either way, I hope you like it, and it's what you were looking for <3 Thank you for your patience.

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Xaden

The two of you would be sparring the first time the "issue" came up, going at one another for hours in order to prepare for tomorrow's challenges

"C'mon, keep up with me," Xaden would order, hoping to encourage you though he could tell you were tired

"I'm... trying..." you'd pant, huffing as you lunged for him once more

He'd easily flip you, overtaking you and pinning you to the ground with his hips

His breath would be warm as his lips hovered over yours, a sinfully cocky grin toying with his mouth

"Gotcha," he'd whisper, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours

You'd sigh, relishing in the feeling of his mouth on yours -- until the feeling of the training mat flush with your exposed back would have your eyes widening in an instant

You'd keep kissing him, allowing his fingers to thread through your hair and cup your cheeks as you'd try to nonchalantly wiggle your training top back over your stomach, repositioned where you'd hoped it wouldn't ride up

But, your boyfriend would sense your discomfort immediately, your wiggling beneath him alerting him that something was up

He'd pull back, his brows narrowing as he studied your face

"What?" You'd ask, feigning ignorance

He'd simply shake his head, reading every thought behind those eyes as his heart broke with every self-critical sentence he read

His gloves were rough as his fingers curled around the hem of your top, tugging it back up to where it'd ridden up

"I don't ever want you to say a single one of those sentences to yourself again," he growled, sliding down your body until his face was flush with your exposed tummy

You'd inhaled sharply, tears stinging the backs of your eyes as he leaned in, gently kissing the inches of skin exposed

"I love everything about you, all of you," he'd promise, peppering your most insecure area with kisses

Liam

You'd been lying on his bed together, snuggling for the past hour or so until he'd gotten to warm in the position you were in

Originally, he'd tucked you into his side, his arm wrapped around you as your head lie on his bicep

His favorite blanket -- the fluffy red one -- was wrapped aorund you both, slowly making its way to the other end of the bed as the space between the two of you grew warmer and warmer

But now, his arm had fallen asleep, and honestly you were semi-grateful for the position switch as well

That is, until you realized where he wanted you

"C'mere sweetheart," he pleaded, his fingers clutching at your waist as he shifted to lie further underneath you

Panic flared instantly -- it'd only been a few months that the two of you had been together, and an awkward situation like this hadn't arosen quite yet

"Oh... uh," you fumbled, trying to figure out another way of lying together without laying on top of him

His brows furrowed, watching as your fingers clung to the hem of his shirt as you tugged it further down your thighs, in hopes it would not ride up adn expose anything

"What's the matter, love?" He'd ask, his fingers gently caressing yours as he halted your frantic movements

When you met his eyes, you could already feel the knot forming in your throat

"I... I just..." you trembled, swallowing and trying to force the words out

"I don't want to like, crush you or anything. That's all."

He'd sit up immediately, his entrancing blue eyes widening as he gazed into yours

"My love," he'd whisper, his hand moving to cup your face. "You have no reason to worry about anything like that -- I want you to lay on me, always."

He'd wipe the single tear that fell, his face softening as he gently guided you to lie atop him at once

"Please, sweetheart -- this is right where I want you to be."

Ridoc

The issue would come up of course during the first time you showered together

Ridoc was as giddy as a kid on Christmas when you agreed to shower together -- after being together this long, he was upset that you wouldn't take him up on it

He was already beneath the warm water when you slowly peeled your clothes off -- inch after inch revealing what you hadn't wanted him to see

Today felt like one of the more insufferable days; your stomach was doing that "thing" again, and your morning-skinny had long gone by now

Sighing, you shakily tugged at the shower curtain back, your eyes catching on the way your boyfriend's tanned, muscled back flexed as the water dripped down it

He was the most handsome male you'd ever seen... it was a wonder he'd go for someone like you

Shaking your head and attempting to limit the self-loathing talk, you stepped in behind him

He turned, water dripping from his hair in littel droplets as he flashed you a megawatt smile

"This is so exciting," he said giddily, wrapping his fingers around your arm and tugging you closer to him

His smile faltered when he noticed you hadn't yet dropped the arms wrapped around your midsection, his eyes looking down and then back up into yours

"Are you... are you okay, Y/N?"

You nodded, swallowing hard

"Of course..."

Ridoc's face softened as he realized what was happening. Instead of trying to pry your arms from you, he instead wrapped you in his, the steam from the shower and warmth of him thawing your skin

"I'm so in love with you, Y/N," he vowed, kissing the top of your dampened head as he rested his cheek on it

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, despite what you might think. I'm grateful you're doing this with me, truly -- I'm always grateful when you simply let me admire you."

Brennan

Brennan whistled as you stepped from the dressing room once more, crossing hsi arms over his broad chest as he took in the sight of you

You took a tentative step forward, gulping as you made your way toward the mirror

The color of the dress was stunning, you'd give him that -- however, it was far too tight and stretched a little too thin around your abdomen for your liking. Brennan didn't know it, but it was a miracle you'd stepped out of the changing room in this to begin with

Gazing at yourself in the mirror, your cheeks began to warm. He sure knew what color to choose that would hilight your best features -- however, sometimes Brennan would get carried away with how revealing he liked you to be

He'd slowly approached from behind, his hands sliding around your waist

"Beautiful," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Absolutely beautiful."

You'd brows creased as you withheld tears -- tears of shame, self-negativity, loathting. Brennan would never understand; he was built like the Gods created him themselves

As his amber eyes met yours, lined with worry, he straightened, his own forehead creased with concern

"You don't like it?"

You sighed, turning to him at once

"No, Brennan, I appreciate you coming with me and trying to help me find a dress for graduation. I didn't expect you to help me pick anything, let alone come to begin with-"

"And miss the chance to see my girl looking ever beautiful?" He grinned softly, kissing your cheek. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

You nodded, turning to look at yourself once more. As it always had, your gaze drifted south, analyzing and criticizing the way the fabric smoothed over your abdomen

Brennan's eyes widened as he realized what you were doing

"Do you like this one?"

You swallowed. "I love it, actually. The color is perfect, the style, all of it. You chose a good one, Brennan. But... this part here," you pause, your fingers gesturing to the midsection. "It's-"

"...just as beautiful as the rest of you." He finished, his fingers brushing your cheek. You sighed once more, trying to believe the words he was saying.

"You're sure?"

"I'm certain."

Bodhi

You'd managed to keep in step with your boyfriend, his long legs easily carrying him along as you put in effort to keep up

This night was already going uncomfortably. First, Rhiannon and Vioelt invited everyone out for a night on the town -- then, they'd gotten ready with you, assuring you that you looked "fantastic" in the crop top and short they'd help you choose

However, you did not feel fantastic

Sighing as you lightly jogged beside Bodhi, you worked to keep your effort to a minimum. What could be worse than a crop top that was alrady too-short?

A crop top that was too short, and now sweaty and clingy, that's what

"B-Bodhi," you breathed, quiet enough that only he could hear. He slowed his cadence, stepping slower to fall back in line beside you

"Yes, my queen?" He grinned, winking as he peered down at you

You only shook your head, all too aware of how the fabric clung to your skin in the most uncomfortable way. It wasn't that it was only too-short, it was too everything -- too exposing, too revealing, too uncomfortable-

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?" He said, pausing to face you fully

That's when his eyes met yours, full of regret

"I... I don't think I'm gonna go tonight-"

"What?" He gasped, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Did something-"

"No no, Bodhi, it's not that."

He paused. "Oh... okay well. Then, what's going on?"

You looked downward, focusing on the ground before you

"I just... don't feel good."

He raised an eyebrow. "You're ill?"

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around your waist

"No... I don't feel good."

He stood there, his eyes scanning you as he tried to understand what youcould possibly have to feel upset about. To him, you were his most prized posession; and he'd be danmed to let you forget it

"Do you still want to go out tonight?" He asked softly, his arms releasing you at once

"I do, I just-"

"Here," he offered, shrugging off his oversized flight jacket and pulling it around your shoulders. You looked up at him, unshed grateful tears lining your eyes

"Thank you..."

He pulled you to him by the collar of the jacket, kissing your lips with sincerity

"Personally, I love what you have on; let's me see some of my very favorite parts of you. But, I want you to feel comfortable -- keep the jacket all night, if you'd like."

Dain

Today was much needed -- just you and your boyfriend, strolling the town square and stopping in the little shops

It was things like this that brought you peace, a little break from Basgiath and all the complications that came with that place

And, a break from your constant negative self-talk

At least for a moment

"You getting hungry?" Dain asked, his brown eyes illuminated in the mid-afternoon sun

Little did he know, you'd skipped breakfast this morning, and your stomach was churning, begging for some sort of fulfillment

But, you'd never let that on

"Oh, um... yeah. Maybe a little bit."

His hand was in yours, guiding you toward your favorite coffee + pasta bar on the other side of the street. Your heart lept at the idea of two ofyour favorite things, and from your favorite restaurant; but your mind had other ideas

Dain grinned as he tugged you along

"C'mon -- I know just the place."

When you arrived, you'd immediately gotten in line, your eyes scanning the overhead menu. It looked like they did offer kid's meals, and sugar-free options...

"Hello! What can I get for you two today?"

Dain glanced to you as you slowly sauntered toward the counter, eyes distant as your initial excitement began to diminish

"You go first," you offered, and Dain only shrugged, ordering the largest, most meat-filled dish along with a coffee that was sure to cost him 1000 calories

But, Dain was perfect little Dain -- he'd never looked like you did, and he'd never have to worry he would. He could eat whatever he pleased, as all the food seemed to just course right through him as though it were never there to begin with

"And for you, miss?"

You stared ahead, but Dain beat you to it

"Your usual?" He asked, offerring to order for you. You gulped, shaking yoru head once

He frowned. "You don't want the cheese tortellini and baguette? Iced caramel macchiato-"

"I'll do the kids meal," you interrupted, turning your attention to the cashier. "Whole grain pasta, red sauce, no side. With a small, sugar free iced coffee, please."

Dain fell silent beside you, saying nothing as the cashier rang you up and he paid. Once you'd stepped out of line to wait outside in the sunlight, he'd finally voiced his concern

"IS everything okay, hun? You're acting... strange," he tread lightly. You looked down at the cobblestone streets, wringing your hands nervously

"I'm all good," you offered, toying with the rings on your fingers. He sighed, pulling you to his chest as his arms wrapped around you from behind

"I know you didn't eat this morning," he whispered, and your eyes widened. "And since when do you order a kids meal? Let alone skip out on your favorite bevvy? I took a long time memorizing your order, you know." He says, a hint of a grin in his voice as his lips moved against your hair

Sighing, you finally decided to let him in

"I just... I'm insecure, Dain. I'm not like you -- I don't look like you. I can't eat like you can," you said, voice shaking. Dain cooed at you, turning you to face him at once

"Hey... don't say those things," he begged, tilting your chin up to look into his eyes. "I'm glad you look the way you do -- it's what interested me most about you, initially, anyway," he said with a wink. "You're beautiful, Y/N -- and I love you just how you are."

You nodded slowly, allowing him to pull you in for a quick kiss

"Now, can I please go fix your order before they start making it? I know you don't want a sugar-free iced coffee, that's for sure."

Giggling, you let him go, taking a seat at one of the wiry patio tables as he made his way back inside

"Yes, please."

Garrick

It was the third time this week you'd worn sweatpants to the gym. The third time that, since Garrick had first noticed, you'd dressed not in your uniform, but a loose-fitting attire instead

Not that he cared -- you looked like a Goddess no matter what you wore. It was strange, though, as the new uniforms came in last week -- and everyone wore theirs to class

But, not you

After a long night in the gym, you'd finally given up punching at the bag and stooped to pick up your training bag. Garrick paused from where he sat at the weight bench, removing his headphones as he strode toward you

"All done?"

You nodded, drinking from your water bottle

"For tonight."

He nodded once, turning to pick up his own bag

"Let me walk you back to your room, then."

The walk was slow, quiet as the two of you were thoroughly exhausted from the day. Nonetheless, you found yourself tempted to ask your boyfriend to stay as you turned the key in the lock, the heavy door giving way to your room beyond

You both stepped inside, even if it would be for just a minute

Garrick immediately clocked your uniform, still folded as though you'd just received it, sitting right there on your desk

His brows furrowed as he followed you deeper into the room

"Tell me," he started, eyeing you as you dropped your bag to the floor. "Why is it you are so opposed to wearing your uniform?"

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance

"I do wear it."

"To class," he mused, gesturing to pieces of his own uniform he bore. "You never wear it unless it's required."

You gulped, not exactly wanting this conversation to ever come up

"So?"

"So... I'm just curious."

You huffed then, kicking off your shoes before plopping down on the edge of your mattress

"What do you want me to say, Garrick?" You ask, suddenly heated. "That I don't like how tight the shirts are? That I dont appreciate how the waistband of the pants digs into my fucking waist, and I feel like shit every time I put them on?"

Garrick is crossing the room to you immediately, kneeling and slotting himself between your parted thighs

"Hey, hey hey... Y/N, it's okay-"

"It's not," you raged, covering your face with your hands. "A dragon shouldn't be weighed down more than the others because of me. The uniforms are made to fit a rider's physique -- not mine. I don't belong here, Garrick, I never have-"

His mouth is on yours in an instant, if only to shut you up with all your negative self-talk

When he does pull back, his hand is tender as he cups your cheek with it

"Don't ever talk about my girlfriend that way again, Y/N," he says, voice gravelly. "You're beautiful, simply breathtaking -- and if a dragon as large as the ones we ride has a hard time adjusting to any of your needs, well... they're weak," he says, eyes searching yours

"You're brave. You're strong. You have an iron will -- you are a rider, Y/N. And yes, you most certainly belong here," he ensures

Tears threaten the backs of your eyes, and when the words become to hard to spit out, you lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck

He tugs you close, his palms cupping beneath your ass as he holds you tight to him

"We can go see about getting a new uniform in the morning," he promises, his lips tickling the shell of your ear. "Whatever it takes to remind you that you do belong here. This is your home -- and you, will forever be mine."

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[scorpioriesling]

hii your work is lovely! could i request a liam x reader fic please? fluff, smut, angst, im not picky! thank you!

Ghost of You

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Pairing(s): Ghost!Liam x reader

Warning(s): angst, death, mourning

Summary: During one of your hardest days, your long-lost boyfriend and constant support system makes his love known for you yet again -- even through the impossibility of death.

SR’s Note: Happy Summerween! I present one of five from this fun mini series -- I hope you enjoy, though this one is quite sad (but, I always love a good challenge when writing!) xo

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You press your back against the cold stone wall of your dorm room, sliding down until you're sitting on the floor with your knees drawn up to your chest. The day has been brutal — another round of War Games where you barely survived, another lecture where you felt the weight of every mistake pressing down on your shoulders like lead.

The other cadets whisper about you when they think you can't hear, wondering how someone like you made it this far at Basgiath War College, wondering if you'll be the next one to give up or worse.

The tears come without warning, hot and bitter as they streak down your cheeks. You bury your face in your arms, trying to muffle the sound of your sobs. The last thing you need is for your roommate, Rhiannon to return and find you like this — weak, broken, everything a dragon rider isn't supposed to be.

The irony isn't lost on you that you're training to bond with the most powerful creatures in existence, and you can barely hold yourself together.

Your chest aches with more than just exhaustion, though. It aches with the hollow emptiness that's been your constant companion for months now; ever since the news came back from the front lines.

Since you learned that Liam Mairi — your Liam — had died in battle, his dragon Deigh going alongside him when a wyvern's strike found its mark, you would simply never be the same.

The official report was clinical, detached: "Casualties sustained during reconnaissance mission. Bodies not recovered." As if he was just another number, another name to add to the endless list of the fallen.

You pull your knees tighter against your chest, remembering the last time you saw him. He'd been so confident, so sure he'd make it back to you. His hands had been warm as they cupped your face, his thumb brushing away tears you'd tried so hard not to shed.

"I'll come back to you," he'd whispered against your lips. "I promise."

But promises, you've learned, are fragile things that shatter as easily as glass.

The room grew colder suddenly, though the fire in the hearth still burned. You lift your head, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand -- and that's when you see him.

At first, you think it's just your grief playing tricks on you, your mind conjuring what your heart desperately wants to see. But there he is, standing by the window with moonlight streaming through him, making his form shimmer like starlight on water.

"Liam?" Your voice comes out as barely a whisper, cracked and uncertain.

He turns toward you, and his face is exactly as you remember. Those crystal blue eyes that always seemed to see straight through to your soul, the gentle curve of his mouth that could shift from teasing grin to tender smile in an instant.

But there's something different now, something ethereal about the way he moves, the way the light seems to bend around him.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, and his voice carries that same warmth it always did, though it sounds like it's coming from very far away. "You've been having a rough time lately, haven't you?"

You scramble to your feet, your heart hammering against your ribs.

"You're not real. You can't be real. You're—"

"Dead?" He takes a step closer, and you can see the sadness in his eyes. "Yeah, I know. Trust me, this wasn't exactly in my plans either."

The tears start again, harder this time, and you press your hands to your mouth to keep from sobbing out loud.

"I miss you so much it feels like I'm dying," you choke out. "Every day, Liam. Every single day."

"I know, love." He's closer now, close enough that you should be able to feel his warmth, but there's only that strange coolness in the air.

"I've been watching over you, you know. Trying to figure out how to help, how to let you know that you're not alone."

"But I am alone," you cry out. "You left me here, and I don't know how to do this without you. I don't know how to be strong enough."

He sighs, running a shimmering hand through his hair.

"You are strong enough." His voice is fierce now, filled with the same conviction he used to have when he'd talk about your future together.

"Do you really think I would have fallen in love with someone who was weak? You're the strongest person I know, even if you can't see it right now."

You want to argue, to tell him about all the ways you've been failing, all the moments you've wanted to give up. But something in his expression stops you. He's looking at you the way he always did — like you hung the stars in the sky, like you were the most precious thing in his world.

And in truth, you were.

"Come here," he says softly, holding out his arms.

You hesitate for a moment, knowing that this has to be some kind of dream or hallucination brought on by your exhaustion and grief. But you're so tired of being strong, so tired of carrying this weight alone.

You step forward, and somehow, impossibly, you feel his arms close around you.

He shouldn't be solid. He shouldn't be warm. But as he pulls you against his chest, you can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, can smell the familiar scent of leather and pine that always clung to his clothes. It defies everything you know about death, about the way the world works, but you don't care. Not right now.

For the first time in months, you feel safe.

"How is this... possible?" you whisper against his chest.

"I don't know," he admits, his hand stroking through your hair the way he used to when you couldn't sleep. "Maybe love is stronger than death. Maybe some bonds just can't be broken."

He guides you toward your narrow bed, and you don't resist. You're so tired, bone-deep weary in a way that sleep never seems to fix. He lies down first, then pulls you down beside him, arranging you so that your head rests on his shoulder, your arm draped across his chest. It's exactly the way you used to sleep together during those stolen nights when he'd sneak into your room, back when the biggest worry you had was not getting caught by the professors or your roommate.

"I'm scared," you admit in the darkness. "I'm scared I'm not good enough, that I'll never be the rider you believed I could be."

He snuggles in beneath you, tucking in your favorite blanket around your frame.

"You will be," he says with absolute certainty. "You'll be magnificent. You'll get better at riding, sparring, training, and soon, everyone will see what I see in you — that fierce heart, that unbreakable spirit. And you'll fly, Y/N. You'll fly higher than you ever imagined, once you find it more comfortable."

His fingers trace patterns on your arm, the same absent-minded gesture he used to make when he was thinking. After a moment of silence, he broke it once again.

"I need you to promise me something."

"What's that?" You ask, sniffing once.

"Promise me you won't give up. Promise me you'll keep fighting, keep pushing forward, even when its hard. Especially when its hard."

You're quiet for a long moment, listening to the sound of his breathing, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. Your tears had stopped, their trails on your cheeks drying.

"I don't know if I can," you admit, hating how weak it made you sound.

"You can," he says firmly. "Because you're not really alone. I might not be able to stay, but I'll always be with you. In every choice you make, every battle you fight, every moment you choose to keep going instead of giving up. That's where you'll find me."

The exhaustion is pulling at you now, your eyelids growing heavy. For the first time in months, you feel like you might actually be able to sleep without the nightmares, without waking up in a cold sweat reaching for someone who isn't there. Swallowing hard, you turn to look at him once more before sleep pulls you under.

"Will I see you again?" you ask, though you're not sure you want to know the answer.

"When you need me most," he promises. "But I hope that won't be for a very long time. I honestly hope you'll be too busy living, too busy becoming everything you're meant to be."

You want to protest, to tell him that you'll always need him, but sleep is claiming you by now. His presence felt like a warm blanket wrapped around your soul, chasing away the cold that's lived in your chest for so long.

As you drift off, you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head, feel his arms tighten around you one last time.

"I love you," he whispers into your hair. "Always and forever."

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When you wake in the morning, you're alone in your narrow bed, sunlight streaming through the window. For a moment, you wonder if it was all just a dream, another cruel trick of your grieving mind.

But then you notice that your pillow still smells faintly of leather and pine, and there's a warmth in your chest that wasn't there before — not the burning ache of loss, but something softer, something that feels almost like hope.

You sit up slowly, wiping the sleep from your eyes, and for the first time in months, you don't feel like the weight of the world is crushing down on you. You can still feel the reminder of his arms around you, the memory of his voice telling you that you're strong enough, that you're not alone.

And, maybe he was right. Maybe some bonds really are stronger than death.

And maybe, just maybe, you can find the strength to keep your promise — to keep fighting, to keep becoming everything he believed you could be.

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hello! would you consider writing an angst one shot with a poly relationship ( xaden x violet x reader) where reader gets injured or dies ?

Shot Through The Heart

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Pairing(s): Xaden x Violet x Witch!Reader

Warning(s): angst, injury, death, sacrifice

Summary: You'd do anything to protect those you loved -- even if it meant paying the ultimate price to ensure their safety.

SR’s Note: Just one of five stories in my Summerween series! I hope you enjoy this one, even though it was sad asf to write (':

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You felt the familiar tingle of magic coursing through you as you wove the protective ward around the three of you, the golden threads of power shimmering in the dim light of the abandoned tower. Xaden's shadows danced at the edges of your vision, responding to his emotions as they always did when he was worried.

Violet's silver hair caught in the moonlight streaming through the windows just then, the sight making her look more ethereal than you'd ever seen her. Both of them watched you work, their gazes unwavering and full of their love for you. It was the kind of gaze that made your heart flutter, even after all these months the three of you had been together.

"Are you sure this will hold?" Violet asks, her voice carrying that familiar note of concern that drew you to her in the first place. She'd always been the strategist between the three of you; the one who thinks through every angle, analyzing the outcomes whereas you and Xaden were ones who'd charge headfirst into danger.

You pause in your spellcasting, meeting her worried gaze. You offer what you hope is a reassuring smile.

"It'll hold long enough for us to get what we came for and get out," you insist, dropping one hand to quickly clutch her fingers between yours. "Trust me."

Xaden moves closer then, his hand finding the small of your back in that possessive but gentle way. The small touch sends warmth spreading through your chest, despite the damp air of the watchtower.

"We do trust you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "That's not what she's worried about."

You know he's right. Violet isn't questioning your abilities — she's seen you level entire squadrons of venin with nothing but a whispered incantation and a flick of your wrist, she's stayed by your side as you worked over your cauldron late into the night, or rearranged your crystals for the hundredth time. What she was worried about now was the cost.

Magic always demanded a price, and the more powerful the spell, the steeper that price became. The ward you were weaving now was unlike anything you'd attempted before; it was designed to hide not just your physical presence, but your very essence from the ancient magic that guarded this place.

"I can handle it," you promise, turning back to your work. The golden threads were growing brighter now, more complex as they wove themselves into patterns and symbols before you. You'd begun to feel the familiar burn of power flowing through you, but this time, there's something else too — a cold, creeping sensation that you try to ignore. Foreign feelings, especially when weilding power as stong as this, was never a good sign.

Violet steps up up to your other side, her hand squeezing yours again gently. The three of you have always been strongest together, your own magic amplified by their presence, their love. You can feel Xaden's shadows wrapping around you, their tendrils tickling lightly in a protective embrace. Opening your eyes once more, you take in the art of your work.

"There," you breathe, stepping back to admire the glimmering shields around you. The ward stretches around the tower like an invisible jacket, the magic humming with quiet power. "That should keep us hidden from whatever's guarding the relic below."

But even as you speak, you can feel that something was wrong. The cold sensation had begun to spread, creeping up your arms like frost. Glancing down, you see thin lines of silver spreading beneath your skin, following the veiny paths your magic usually takes through your body. Your eyes widen as you remembered the ancient text you'd read, the words now haunting you as they rang true:

All magic has a price. One traded for another. A bargain too immense is a bargain lost.

And now... you'd finally understood what it meant.

"What is that?" Violet's voice is sharp, and you realize she's noticed too. Her eyes widen as they trace the silvery strands stretching up your body like vines, her hand in yours beginning to shake.

You try to speak, to reassure them both that it's probably nothing -- but even you know it's not. The words just won't come, the explaination too much to try and say to their faces.

I bargained with the magic for both of your protection, and for that it will take me along with it.

The silver lines are spreading faster now, and with them comes a numbness that starts in your fingertips and works its way upward. Crying out, you drop to the floor, the icy pain spreading quickly up your arms and toward your chest.

Xaden's shadows surge forward, wrapping around you as if they could somehow hold you together through sheer force of will.

"What's happening?" His voice cracks with panic, and you've never heard him sound so afraid. "Y/N, now is the time to tell us what we can do -- what's going on? Tell us, now!"

You know that now, it's far too late. The protection spell will hold, sure -- but it would be the cost of your life that would save theirs.

You want to tell them that you love them, that these months together had been the happiest of your life. You want to explain that the magic you used was older, much more dangerous than you let on -- that you knew there was a risk but took it anyway, because protecting them was worth any price.

You want to say so many things, but as the silver nears your heart, speaking becomes nearly impossible.

Reaching out with trembling hands, you extend one to each of them. Violet catches your left hand while Xaden grasps your right, and you pour everything you can't say into that touch, your misty eyes wavering as you try to memorize their faces one last time. All your love, all your gratitude for the time you've had together, all your hopes for their future even without you -- you try to convey it, praying to any God who would listen that they'd know it. Feel it.

The last thing you saw was their faces, beautiful and heartbroken, as the silver light consumed you entirely, the world as you knew it blinking out at once.

As the light faded from your eyes, there was nothing left but empty air and the lingering scent of your magic. The protective ward held strong, powered now by the deathly bargain you'd struck to keep it that way. But within the tower's walls, you lie motionless, no light left inside.

Violet falls to her knees where you stood, her hands grasping at you as she cries. Tears stream down her face as she whispers your name over and over, as if she could somehow bring you back through sheer determination. Xaden's shadows writhe around him in chaotic patterns, reflecting the storm of grief and rage tearing through him though he kneeled beside you, still as stone.

"She knew," Violet whispers, her voice broken. "She knew this would happen, and she still did it to fucking protect us anyway." Her words bit out in a sorrowful rage, her sobs shaking her small body as she lied down atop yours, still clinging to you as though you weren't really gone.

Xaden's jaw clenches, his hands curling into fists, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

"She did it anyway. To protect us."

Violet screams, her shouts muffled as she buries her face in your shoulder. Xaden leans forward then, covering her small body with his as she still lie clinging to you. His tears are quiet, angry as he holds tight to Violet, trying to wrap his head around the immense sacrifice you'd just made for the both of them.

They hold each other in that space, your sacrifice binding them together even as it tears them apart piece by piece. Reguardless, they know the mission must continue — it has to, because that's what you would have wanted. But, everything would be so different now. Every ward cast, every battle fought, every quiet moment stolen between the chaos; it would all carry the weight of your absence.

They would feel it, continue to feel it forever; the love that remains, woven into the very fabric of your bond to them. A delicate, but unbreakable golden thread that death itself cannot break.

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[scorpioriesling]

3sum with liam x ridoc and talking you through it please, ill put you in my will in thanks😩

Hungry Like The Wolf

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Pairing(s): Wolf!Liam x Wolf!Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, nsfw, smut, guided masterbation, oral

Summary: You weren't sure if it was the thrill of being with two males at once, or the fright they could give you as the moon grew full -- either way, you'd listen to their demands. And you'd be damned to try and defy either of them.

SR’s Note: Happy Summerween! This is just one of five in this mini series to get everyone excited for Oct(kink)tober! This one turned out quite spicy, and I hope you enjoy it as I haven't been writing too much smut lately (': Just get ready for Kinktober; only a few more months and it'll be here!

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Your back arched as you plunged your fingers in and out of your weeping cunt, your essence soaking your fingers to the knuckle. The panting in the room was shared between the three of you -- three very hot, very much in heat being all sharing the same end goal.

The only difference? The two watching from the foot of the bed were half breeds; should they be fully turned beneath the light of the moon, you'd be much more considered prey than plaything.

"Good girl," Liam growled, his eyes bright in the darkness of the room. "Keep playing with that gorgeous cunt, baby."

He watched you with a predatory hunger, one you'd seen during times where he'd stalk the woods, scouring for prey. But now, those lethally crystalline eyes were trained on you, prepared to devour you in a different way.

Your lip caught between your teeth at his words, your fingers slowing in pace as you relished in the feeling. Though you wished they'd just pounce on you already, their slow resistance could brign you to the edge quicker than any rough fucking -- but it seemed, they'd toy with you all evening if they so very pleased.

"Don't slow down, baby," Ridoc ground out, the brown hues twinkling in his own hungry stare. "Push those fingers back in... that's it, good girl," he praised, licking his lips as you plunged your fingers back in, resuming your brutal pace. Your write had started to cramp as you shoved your digits in, but the pleasure was nearly too good to stop.

Liam growled, crawling closer to where you lay near the headboard. He flashed you a saccharine smile, his sharp canines glinting from the moonlight.

"So beautiful, baby," he breathed, inhaling a long breath through his nose before staring down at you once again. "Smells so sweet, I could eat you up right now."

"No one's eating anyone," Ridoc chided, though the goosebumps had already erupted across your arms. You trusted these males, you'd grown close over the past few years -- but sometimes, the way their eyes roamed over you made you shiver.

"Well," Ridoc chuckled, flanking Liam's side. His large hand snaked up your leg, squeezing your thigh. "Maybe, besides that pretty pussy you've been preparing for us."

You gulped, feeling your lower stomach beginning to twitch and ache. You'd gotten yourself close, so close that a single move from either of them could send you tumbling over the edge -- and unfortunately, they knew it.

Liam leaned in first, his lips capturing yours in a punishing kiss. He wasted no time in moving, coming to lounge beside you as his mouth melted into yours. His lips were soft, so opposed to the lethally sharp protrusions hidden just beyond; but, if you knew Liam, you knew he'd never really hurt you.

Right?

You jerked and gasped when Ridoc's fingers closed around your wrist, halting your minstrations. Pulling your fingers from you, he growled in pleasure as he watched a thin trail of sticky, clear slick pull taught between your fingertips and entrance, the sight of it like a promise of what was to come.

His lips closed around your digits in an instant, sucking on them as he groaned at the taste.

"So fuckin' sweet," he vowed, hsi tongue sure to lick up every last drop of you. In seconds, he'd decided that wasn't enough, his face now hovering before your bared pussy all the same.

Liam pulled back too, chuckling darkly as his mouth moved lower. His fingers toyed with the strap of your bra, admiring the lacy fabric concealing you. But, that'd never be enough; his claws had elongated, nails wrapping around the thin fabric before tearing it away from your body.

"Oh... oh, FUCK," you cried out, body alight as their mouths were on you at once. Ridoc wasted no time flicking his tongue against your clit, and Liam the same as his lips sucked on one of your nipples. Claws retreating, his opposing hand moved to flick at your opposing breast, not a fan of leaving it unrelished.

Your spine strained as your fingers tangled in Ridoc's dark hair, pulling his nose flush with your cunt at once. He growled, his hands moving to keep your thighs spread on either side of his head. Quivering, you felt the coil threatening to snap, so close to the edge without diving off.

"Oh, don't be shy now, darling," Liam teased, his thumbs moving to pinch and prod at your breasts. You whimpered, the sensations being nearly too much. "Put his face right where you need it; move your hips, my love. Let yourself grind on his mouth."

That nearly did it for you. Rocking your hips against Ridoc's full mouth was just what you needed, nonsensical babbling falling from your own as his nose continued bumping into your clit.

"Good girl," Liam praised, a hand reaching to brush your cheek. "You gonna cum? Yeah? Is that it?"

You nodded, tears threatening your eyes as you chased your high. Ridoc's hips moved, rutting against the mattress like a dog in heat as he got off to the taste of you on his tongue. Liam gripped your throat then, applying the amoutn of pressure you liked that would typically push you beyond breaking.

"Good girls get to cum," he growled into your ear, both hands leaving your breasts now. His opposing hand had pulled his thick, leaking cock from his own pants, his fingers curling around it as he jerked himself off. "Have you been a good girl?"

You cried out, a tear falling as you felt yourself nearly overstimulated.

"Yes! Fuck, yes, I've been so good-"

Liam squeezed, his fingers flexing around the column of your throat as your eyes went wide.

"Then, cum, Princess."

You wailed as the sensation flooded through you, your walls cleanching around nothing as your release leaked from you. Ridoc grunted beneath you, his tongue diving into your core as he worked to lick up every last drip of it, reveling in the way you came so hard from the muscle alone.

Liam chuckled darkly, pressing a languid kiss to your neck as Ridoc gazed up at you, stare dark and hungry as ever.

"You've always been a good listener," Ridoc grinned, his chin slick with your release. "Now you'll listen when I tell you to get on all fours, and take us both at once."

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[scorpioriesling]

Hi girlie I really hope you see this and idk if it’s really weird to ask but if you don’t want to do it I purely understand.

Can you maybe do a chubby reader x Ridoc where they are cuddling and kissing etc in the Riorson house(reader is Xadens younger sister,and is in the same year as Sloane second year :)) and then Ridoc starts admiring reader about how beautiful she is etc (just like Ridoc does probs teasing) and then he starts kissing in between her thighs(ikyk)and then after a while they start wrestling (like they do in sparring👀)But obviously for fun and Ridoc without hurting her.And then after a while since it’s late they sleep or not.DO IT HOWEVER YOU WANTTTTTTT:))))♡︎

Lingering Touches

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Pairing(s): Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): allusions to smut, pg 13

Summary: Your boyfriend loves you exactly how you are; every dip and curve he gets to enjoy, all the experience he gets to show you (though he's only one year your senior), and the thrill of dating his Wingleader's sister all the same.

SR’s Note: This was YUMMMMMY okay! I was really thinking I'd make it smutty, but it almost felt like way too much for this one. Besides, after getting to the end... you're all creative. Let those imaginations wander (;

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The soft glow of candlelight flickers across the stone walls of Ridoc's room in the Riorson house, casting long, inky shadows across the hard floor. The light seems to mirror the warmth spreading through your chest as you lie curled against his side, his indulgent cedar and salt scent making you feel safer than you have in weeks. Being Xaden's younger sister comes with its own set of complications, especially when you're dating one of his girlfriend's closest friends -- but in moments like these, none of that mattered.

Ridoc's fingers trace lazy patterns along your arm, his touch feather-light. You marvel at how perfectly the two of you always fit together, whether snuggling or taking to the sparring ring, despite the year that separates you in age. Standing tall at only nineteen, he carries himself with a confidence that both attracts and intimidates you; but right now, in the quiet intimacy of his room, he's just simply yours.

"You know," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through his chest. "I still can't believe you're here with me."

His hand moves to cup your face, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone with such tenderness that your breath catches.

"Sometimes I think I'm dreaming, and I'm going to wake up and find out this is all in my head. You're just so damn extraordinary, Y/N."

You tilt your head to look up at him, meeting those warm brown eyes that you'd come to love so much.

"Well, if you're dreaming, then I must be too; this all feels pretty real to me." Your voice comes out soft, a hint of a playful undertone lying beneath. In the quiet of the evening, there's something about the way he's looking at you that makes speaking above a whisper feel like it would shatter the spell.

His chuckle is quiet, more of a breath than actual sound. Leaning close to press his lips to yours, he gives you a kiss that starts gentle but quickly deepens. Your curves press against the solid warmth of his body as you shift closer, one hand tugging at the fabric of his shirt while the other tangles in his hair.

He groans lowly as his fingers splay across your skin, delighting in how soft and delicious you feel. The kiss tastes like the wine you'd shared earlier after dinner, and you find yourself melting into him completely.

"Gods, you are so beautiful Y/N," he breathes, his gaze roaming over your face like he's trying to memorize every detail. You blush, pulling a hand back to cover your small grin. He gently takes your hand away, his free one still holding you against him.

"I mean it. Sometimes I look at you and I can't believe someone like you would want to be with someone like me."

You cheeks flush with even more intensity at his words, the simple sentence landing right where he wanted it to. He'd known you long enough to get to memorize the little things; what you were insecure about, what you wished you could change, your favorite things to hear from others. He was the type to give you the daily reassurances, truly and utterly captivated by you in general.

Befroe you could protest or deflect, he continues, his voice taking on that teasing tone you know so well in an attempt to lighten the intensifying mood.

"Though I have to say, your brother might actually kill me if he knew what we were doing in here right now. I'm pretty sure 'keeping his little sister company' wasn't supposed to include this much... companionship."

"Ridoc!" you laugh, swatting at his chest playfully. "Don't bring up Xaden right now. That's definitely not the headspace I want to be in."

"Sorry, sorry," he grins, flashing that mischievous smile that first caught your attention months ago. "But you have to admit, the forbidden aspect does add a certain thrill to the whole thing."

His hands settle on your waist again, his fingers splaying across the curve of your hips in a way that makes your pulse quicken. He winks up at you, that unrelenting grin making you chuckle in turn.

"You're terrible," you murmur, smiling as you say it. This is what you loved most about him – the way he can make you laugh even in the most intimate moments, how he never takes himself too seriously, and somehow always makes you feel like the most important person in the world. Or, at least in his.

His expression grows more serious again as he studies your face. "I love you," he says then, and the words hit you with the force of absolute truth, just like any other time he says them.

"I know we haven't been together that long, but I've never felt like this about anyone before," he admits, his throat working as he gazes up into your eyes. "You make me want to be better, to be worthy of you."

Your heart swells at his confession, and when you lean in to kiss him again, you pour all your feelings into the contact.

"I love you too," you whisper against his lips. "More than I thought I could love anyone."

The kiss that followed was deeper, more urgent, and you feel his hands roam over your curves with increasing need. When his lips leave yours to trail down your neck, you arch into him, a soft sigh escaping your lips. He takes his time, pressing kisses to your collarbone, your shoulder, working his way down toward your (his) t-shirt's neckline with a patience that both thrills and tortures you.

Turning to lie you flat on your back, he slowly moves lower on the couch, continuing to kiss every inch of exposed skin. The mere sight of you yet again in his shirt had already driven him wild enough, and now with you lying to vulnerable beneath him...

Reaching the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, his breath is warm against you as he presses his lips against you, making you gasp and squirm.

"Ridoc," you breathe, your hands tangling in his hair as he continues his ministrations, alternating between gentle kisses and playful nips that make you giggle and writhe beneath him.

"Still ticklish?" he asks with a grin, looking up at you with those sultry, darkened eyes before deliberately blowing a soft breath across the same spot. He knew damn well you were ticklish down there, especially with him always teasing you in that area. The following peck lands right where he wants it to, making you dissolve into laughter.

"Baby, stop!" you gasp between giggles, trying to lightly push him away. He's much stronger than you, and knows it as he easily catches your wrists with one hand.

"Make me," he challenges, that competitive streak showing through.

No more than a second passes before the two of you are wrestling, both laughing as you try to gain the upper hand. He's careful not to use his full strength, and you know he's letting you get in a few good shots at him. Nonetheless, there's something so exhilarating about the playful struggle, and the way his fingers paw at you as you writhe atop the couch.

You manage to finally flip him onto his back, straddling his waist with a triumphant grin.

"Gotcha! Victory is mine!"

"Is it now?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. You furrow your own, and before you can speak, he elaborates. "I've got the sexiest girl I've ever seen, sitting atop my lap and pinning me down."

You're both breathing hard from the playfulness and laughter, when suddenly the playful atmosphere shifts into something more charged. His eyes darken then as he looks up at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your chest rises and falls rapidly. You're too caught up this time to blush, delighting in the way he finds pleasure in staring at your breasts hovering before his face.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, wiggling his hands from your grasp to reach for your face once more. "Absolutely incredible."

The kiss he gives you this time is different from the others – deeper, more passionate, filled with a hunger that makes your toes curl. You kiss him back eagerly, your hands roaming over the broad expanse of his shoulders and chest, always marveling at the strength you can feel beneath his shirt.

Time seems to slow as you lose yourselves in each other, the rest of the world fading away. His lips part as he slides his tongue between yours, desperate and eager and hungry for you. Allowing it, you gasp as he tugs you closer, his mouth moving as his tongue roams and dances with yours. He's not shy to express how you make him feel either, groaning as your hips involuntarily grind against his tightening bulge.

Both of you are breathing heavily when you pull back, taking a moment for breath. You notice that the candles have burned lower, casting even longer shadows across the room in the late evening glow.

"We should probably get some rest," Ridoc says softly, though he makes no move to let you go. "It's getting late, and I don't want you to be tired tomorrow. Especially when I know it's challenge day for the first years."

You nodonce, though part of you wants to stay awake forever, wrapped in this perfect bubble of intimacy and affection. Instead, you let him pull you on once more, his kiss feeling more final as he punctuates it against your mouth. When he does pull back, he's confused to behold your shit-eating grin.

"What's got you smiling at me like that?" He asks, a sly grin spreading across his lips. "And, no funny business, you seriously need to get some shut eye."

Sighing, you sit back on your heels, gazing down at him once more. His lips part as the dying firelight casts a warm glow around the luscious curves of your body, his brain short-circuting at the ethereal sight before him.

"Hmm.. I was just thinking, how will I ever be able to sleep without redeeming my prize?" You tease, gazing down at him with your half-lidded stare. He swallows once, wanting nothing more to flip you onto your back once more and have you quivering beneath his touch.

"Anything," he promises, his palms lying flat as the roam up and down your thighs. "Whatever prize you want, it's yours. And then some."

So be it -- gazing down at the most handsome male you'd ever met, you finally claim your long-awaited prize.

That in itself is more rewarding than ever.

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[scorpioriesling]

Coming Soon…

[scorpioriesling]

Could you do like a part 3 of Family Reunion but like months have passed Xaden is cured and not venin anymore and Brennan with reader have a daughter and she gets to meet both her mom’s and father’s dragons,and then reader’s dragon parents (Sgaeyl and Tairn)

I really love your writing and I hope you do that!❤️

A Family Expansion

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Pairing(s): Brennan x reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: After giving birth to your daughter, you realize you've brought more to the world than just another human -- an extension of you, a brave future leader, and a baby girl that is loved and accepted by the entirety of your family.

SR’s Note: This was so cuteeee I hope the wait was worth it (: Please read My Tears Ricochet before reading this installment, and I hope you enjoy! xo

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You sighed softly, brushing a lock of hair from your face as you studied your work. The wooden frame before you was now erect, sturdy and embued with magic as to keep it's owner safe throughout the night. You'd thank the stars everyday for Brennan's knowledge in magic weaving; especially now, with the extra weight you carried.

And with that extra weight making an appearance in one, short week.

The heavy door squeaked on its hinges as it swung open, a red-cheeked Brennan staggering through. He carried various objects, too many to carry all at once; but, the man was nothing short of tactical. He'd dropped the few items after crossing the room's threshold, a various rugs, blankets, and supplies clattering to the floor.

You fixed him with a frown.

"Honey, I said I'd come help in-"

He rises, crossing to you in two short strides before cutting you off with a kiss. You couldn't help the slow spreading grin etching across your lips, or the way his fingers still sent a shiver up your spine as he held you close to him.

He grinned as he pulled away, his half-lidded stare gazing right down at you.

"You've already outdone yourself, my love." He insisted, his fingers idly brushing up and down your back. "I let you do the crib yourself, but you really should allow me to do more to help. Stress and strain is not good for-"

"I'm not stressed," you promised, giving him a reassuring smile. His autumn brown eyes gazed down at you, his head shaking slowly.

"You'd never let anything overcome you, I know that." He said in awe, glancing toward the perfectly assembled bedframe. "And, my Gods the bed looks perfect!"

You blushed, happy to see your husband so proud of you. His brow furrowed, his lips twisting as he considered.

"It's just missing one thing."

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It'd been two years. Two years since your dragon had reunited with his parents. Two years since you reunited with yours.

And, now? It would only be two minutes until you'd see them again.

Though your pregnancy had gone wonderfully, all things considered -- you were itching to get atop Azar once more. The midnight scaled dragon was becoming rather restless himself, the lack of flying in the past nine months leaving him rather bored each day; though, he genuinely seemed excited to meet the baby as well.

Two years ago, your brother had finally come home, right where he'd left you before journeying off to Basgiath to attend its War College; and boy, was the family reunion anything but ordinary. It'd come out that you'd bonded a dragon, one that was the offspring of both him and his girlfriend's dragons. To say that was received well would be... false.

Not to mention that his girlfriend was Violet Sorrengail, esteemed sister to your then-boyfriend, Brennan Aseraigh.

In those two years, a lot had happened.

Once everyone was properly reaquainted, you'd all come to face the biggest challenge yet; the Venin. It was a heart-wrenching, near death experience as you'd fought to cure your brother of the wretched curse; but in the end, it was Violet who was able to save him, restoring him back to his full health and potential.

It wasn't long after that that you'd married Brennan, everything in the world seeming to align then.

And, after that? You found out you were carrying his child.

Now, nine whole months later, you lie in a cushioned cot within the healer's subterrainean section in your childhood home, Riorson House -- your husband anxiously clenching your hand. In one arm, the most precious being lie sleeping, the newborn's lips barely parted as she drew in little breath after breath.

"I'm so proud of you," Brennan whispered tenderly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your head. Smiling up at him, you registered the tears still lining his eyes; he'd cried from the moment you'd birthed the fragile little thing, and seemingly hadn't stopped as he continued gazing down at her.

You leaned up to kiss his cheek, giving his fingers a squeeze back.

"I could've never done this without you."

The shared moment was quiet for only a moment longer before voices sounded in the hallway beyond. The door to your mending room opened quietly, a pair of gray-green eyes peering around the wooden slab. Upon seeing the baby swaddled in your grasp, Violet quickly entered the room, her hand pressed to her mouth.

"Oh my Gods," she mused, her voice cracking as she too began to tear up. "She's beautiful, Y/N!"

Like brother like sister, you supposed.

Xaden entered behind her, his eyes widening more than you'd seen before as he beheld his newly born neice. A soft, unbelieving smile stretched across his mouth, barely registering the sight before him to be real.

Violet embraced her brother then, her tears of joy falling onto the soft knit of his henley. Xaden slowly stalked forward, a warm, calloused hand reaching out toward your daughter.

"Xaden, you can hold her if you'd like-"

His hand went past the baby, instead sliding around your shoulders as he pulled you into a warm embrace. Your eyes grew wet as you held tight to him -- the only family you had left, save for the one you married in to. A soft breath loosed from him, and you smiled as you clung tight to your big brother.

It wasn't long, though, before he was nearly begging to hold the little girl in his arms. And watching Xaden, a lethally-trained rider, cadet, and Wingleader... well, it was a sight to behold.

"You're surprisingly good at this," Brennan teased, both him and his sister chuckling as they too could barely believe the sight before them. "It's like you're a natural."

Xaden only smiled, his gaze not lifting from where it'd settled down onto the babe's face. He held her close to him, a hand wrapped around her tiny head to ensure her safety. Violet soon flanked his side, rising to her tiptoes to press a kiss to her forehead. She grinned as she too was enraptured by the little thing; not even turning when she asked the question out into the open.

"What's her name?"

Brennan side-eyed you, and you simply shrugged.

"Athena," he responded, rubbing at his eyes with the backs of his hands. "Her name is Athena."

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Athena was surely living up to her name -- not even three years later, she was weilding her play-pretend swords and delighting in "slaying" daddy when they "battled". With her ambitious personality, her strength and grace at just three... you and Brennan had decided it was finally time.

Azar approached slowly, his head low as he studied the little one. She grinned, excited by the way the afternoon sunlight glinted on the massive beast's scales.

She's... small.

You giggled aloud, Brennan giving you a weird look. Mentally, you spoke with Azar.

She's three, Azar.

The dragon chuffed, a low breathy sound as he stalked closer. Athena was anything but afraid; in fact, she threw her arms wide, your grip around her nearly slipping as she jumped and wriggled in your arms. The sudden action had Azar flinching backward, as though the tiny girl had startled him.

Oh, come on Azar, you teased mentally. Don't tell me you'll be bested by a three year old girl.

Azar huffed, his snout near inches from the three of you. In the distance, you caught sight of your brother, approaching with the hulking blue mass that made up Sgael. Behind them, Violet led Tarin, the largest dragon you'd seen as they made their way closer to the house.

Athena squealed, reaching out her palms and splaying them flat on Azar's nose. The dragon merely blinked, holding deathly still as her short fingers worked, stroking over each of his individual scales.

Brennan, smiling beside you, wrapped a hand around your waist. Athena cooed and babbled, looking right into the dragon's eyes as though she were speaking right to him.

She's... intelligent.

You laughed again, relaying the message to your husband. Brennan snorted, shaking his head at the baby.

"She's intelligent, all right," he agreed, and you refocused as Xaden flanked your other side.

"She's doing well, then?" your brother asked, looking to Athena with concern. You gave him a knowing look, and he shook his head slowly.

"She really is your daughter," he mused, watching as the little one's eyes refocused on Sgael. She reached for her, petting her nose with excitement as she examined the dragon's blue scales. "Not afraid of anything."

When your daughter fretted over not being able to see Tairn even closer, you knew your brother was right. With your husband, you'd truly created the most precious and fearless being yet -- and with your help, she'd grow up to be just as brave and intelligent as her parents.

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[scorpioriesling]

idk if you want to write for Sawyer, so if you don’t, please feel free to disregard it. but can you write sawyer smut? pretty please with a maraschino cherry on top? thank you!!! I love your writing btw, I’ve reread literally all your fourth wing pieces 🥹🫶🏻

Cruel Summer (a Sawyer Henrick one-shot)

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Pairing(s): Sawyer x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, nsfw, mdni, oral

Summary: When your boyfriend finds you looking particularly scrumptious on the beach during your summer vacation, what other option does he have than to eat you right up?

SR’s Note: Okay, so I don't write for Sawyer, but... this one turned out quite juicy, and I kind of love it. I hope you all do too -- and thank you again for your patience while I worked on your request! xoxo

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The mid-afternoon sun was blinding as it caressed your skin, the warmth like a blanket laid atop you. You breathed a sigh of relief as you gazed out at the waves crashing against the shore, the ocean a brilliant blue that mirrored the sky beyond.

All the relaxation was no match for the buzzing in your head -- courtesy of one too many, many margaritas. Though it was only four in the afternoon, you'd taken full advantage of the isle hotel's many bars; where Sawyer had just retreated from.

That beautiful, scuplted man stumbled as he made his way back to where you lie on the beach chair. He grinned when you looked up at him, those impossibly white teeth gleaming in contrast to his golden-tanned skin.

As he knelt beside you in the sand, you grinned.

"For you, love bug."

Graciously accepting the frozen beverage, you chuckled. He stay there, gazing up at you from his knees on the sand below. The liquid was cold as it melted on your tongue -- the blue raspberry flavor Saywer knew you loved.

Gods, he was so good to you.

Reaching out an unsteady hand, you pushed the strawberry blonde locks from his face. He beamed, his eyes slowly closing as you scratched lightly through his hair.

"Mmmm," he groaned softly, the apple of his throat bobbing. "Feels... s'good."

The tingle that had found its way to your core was not foreign -- in fact, you'd welcomed it this time.

Slowly retracting your hand, Sawyer squinted his eyes open against the blazing sun.

"Y'didn't get one?" You slurred, your brain becoming more and more fuzzy. Sawyer shook his head slowly, his eyes straying from yours in favor of wandering. First over your nose, then pausing on your lips...

"I wanted to... taste," he pauses, inching closer. You swallow, nestling your drink down into the sand. Sawyers long, freckled fingers come to rest atop your exposed stomach, his free hand bracing against the chair you lie upon. His eyes slide shut, his lips so close to touching yours as he whispers, "something, sweeter."

He's soft as he kisses you, he always is when he initiates things. His lips move slowly as he inhales deeply, his soft strawberry curls tickling your forehead. You instinctively groan, pleasure running through you and straight to your core.

Sawyer's tongue finds the seam of your lips, teasing them apart as he kisses you deeper. His fingers, once resting atop your smooth skin, slide gently up over the cup of your bikini. When you finally allow him access, his tongue dips inside greedily -- and his fingers give you a small squeeze.

You squeak, your eyes opening to slits as you place both palms flat against his bare chest.

"S-Sawyer," you mumble, looking from left to right. Your boyfriend swallows, his eyes glassy as he peers up at you once again. "What if someone... anyone could walk by-"

Sawyer chuckles deep, his lip catching between perfect teeth. "Okay, one; no one is coming by. This is the private beach, remember?" He began, and you sighed in agreement. He grins, leaning in to kiss you again. Before you can get too eager, he pulls back, speaking directly beside your ear.

"And two," he whispers, his fingers sliding beneath your bikini top. "I wouldn't give a shit if anyone did walk by. I want you, now, Y/N. I need you -- I need to taste you."

You shudder as his lips kiss softly beneath your ear, your back arching as his fingertips toy with your hardening nipple. He smiles to himself, working his way down your throat.

"Please, baby," he groans, his lips kissing the words into your skin. "Let me taste you. Make you feel good. Please."

Your core twists at the sound of his pleas, his begging words intensifying the ache in your lower belly. Nodding once, he smiles again, his lips kissing their way back to your own. You sigh as his fingers continue to toy with you, the pads of his fingers rubbing on your hardened peak. His kiss has become needy, desperate even as his lips dance with yours -- but, only for a moment.

His eyes gaze up at you as his mouth travells lower, kissing slowly against your sun kissed skin. Your chest rises and falls faster, breath abandoning you as his lips hover over the fabric of your top. He grins slowly, adjusting on his knees as his fingers tug at your bikini. He has the fabric loose in an instant, tugging it aside as his mouth nips at your hardened peak.

"Sawyer," you breathe, your fingers weaving through his hair once again. His tongue swirls around your nipple, his opposing hand pinching and toying with your other one. He sucks, teeth grazing your skin as he continues to play with you there on the beach.

You readjust in the lounger, lying flatter atop the plastic in hopes he will get the message. Ever clever, of course he does -- and whether it's your new position or his own desire, he abandons your breast in favor of shifting even lower.

"Mmmm," he groans again, kneeling now near the end of the lounge chair. You giggle, your knees bending as he leans over you, his gaze flickering between your face and the edge of your bikini bottoms.

You're shimmying out of your bottoms then, Sawyers fingers curling around the waist and tugging them off of you. Your cheeks warm as your bare cunt becomes fully exposed, the warmth from the sun above grazing the newly exposed area. Sawyer's breath is warm as he leans in, sending a shiver across your skin.

"Shhh, baby... I've got you." He murmurs, pressing a tentative kiss to your inner thigh. Your teeth toy with your bottom lip as he leans closer, one hand bracing your stomach once again. Not as gentle, this time -- he's preparing to hold you still.

"Let me make you feel good."

Those words are the last things you hear before your world narrows to a single point. His lips brush against your folds, a soft moan coming straight from his chest as he buries his face in you. When his tongue flicks out, tasting you, gathering your essence on his tastebuds... Gods, you feel like you'll cum right then.

"S-Sawyer-"

"So sweet, my pretty girl," Sawyer mumbles, his words vibrating against your core as he speaks them. You quiver beneath him, his tongue dipping within you to taste more. Your lips part as you let out an unabashed moan, not giving one damn who might be lingering on the beach beyond.

Saywer doesn't seem to care either. His mouth works against you, lips parting you wide open as his tongue strokes and massages your core. Fingers gripping tighter now in his hair, you feel the coil burning white-hot within you.

"Gods, Sawyer," you pant, chest heaving as you work to keep your orgasm at bay. It was unfair, how quickly he could pull you apart simply with his mouth; unfair, and so, so, cruel. He chuckles, his free hand snaking between your legs as his index finger finds your clit.

"Keep playing with those beautiful breasts, baby," he grunts out, his own erection growing more and more prominent through his swim trunks. You cry out as his finger presses against your clit, massaging small, quick circles into it. Being the good girl you are, your fingers splay beneath your bikini top, thumbs and forefingers tugging at your nipples as asked.

Sawyer can't get enough of the sight, growling as his tongue licks a fat stripe through your folds.

"Good girl," he praises, rubbing your clit harder. "Be a good girl, and you'll get to cum."

You whimper as he plays with you, pushing you closer and closer to your edge. The feeling of his skilled tongue playing with your heated core, combined with the pressure to your clit and the sensation in your breasts... it was all driving you wild.

"Sawyer!" You cried, fingers wound ever so tightly through his locks. He grunted, his pointer finger sliding down lower as your back arched. Without warning, his index and middle finger sank into you, moving in and out at a rapid pace.

You thrashed against the lounge chair, your waist pinned down by his free hand. He looked up at you, right up into your blissed-out face when he spoke again.

"Cum for me," he pleaded, his fingers curling as they entered you. "Cum all over my fingers, baby -- let it all go."

You screamed as you loosed the coil within, your body shuddering as your release flooded through you. His minstrations slowed, his fingers now pumping in and out slowly. You heaved, chest tight as you worked to allow every last drop out of you; and right onto your boyfriend's hand.

He was pleased as he slowly pulled his fingers from you, the digits coated in slick, clear essence. Grinning, he lifted both to his lips, his tongue darting out as he pushed his fingers into his mouth. Sucking them, his eyes rolled shut as he let out a groan of pleasure at the taste.

You hated how the sight of him already had you ready to beg for round two.

When he looked to you again, devilishly boyish grin on his face, you couldn't help but to clench yet again around nothing. He got to his feet, slowly rising and not even attempting to hide his throbbing cock pressed to the front of his trunks.

His smile darkened as he beheld you, working out the optics in his mind.

"Do you think this thing could hold the both of us, if I begged you to bounce on it?"

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[scorpioriesling]

Hi!

I was wondering if I could request some of the fourth wing boys (Xaden, Brennan, Ridoc and Liam) seeing their s/o get their signet, which is the same as theirs?

Matching Signets

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Pairing(s): Xaden, Liam, Brennan, Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: Just what the ask requests -- the four boys mentioned watching as their girlfriend manifests their signet, right before their very eyes.

SR’s Note: Eeee this was so cute! I hope you guys liked this... lol. More Summerween stories are coming soon -- I promise! (Personally, Ridoc's is my favorite of all these... it just turned out so damn cute!)

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Xaden

The training room was silent except for the sound of your labored breathing. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you stared at the punching bag, frustration etched across your face. For weeks now, you'd been struggling to manifest any signet ability, watching as your fellow riders and friends discovered their unique gifts one by one.

The weight of expectation now pressed down on your shoulders like a physical thing, especially given the relationship you were in.

How was it that you were dating the Wingleader, and you still hadn't been able to manifest?

Xaden leaned against the stone wall, his dark eyes never straying from you. He'd been watching you train for the past hour, offering quiet encouragement when your attempts had failed, and mostly just being there for you. He could understand the pressure you felt — the desperate need to prove yourself worthy, and to survive what was to come. His shadows stirred restlessly beneath his skin, responding to the intensity of his own emotions as he watched the woman he loved struggle with something he knew like the back of his hand.

"I don't understand," you sighed, running your hand through your slackened braid. "Everyone else has figured it out by now. Why haven't I? What if I'm just... broken?"

The words hit Xaden like physical blows. He pushed off from the wall then, crossing the ring to you in three quick strides.

"You're not broken," he said firmly, his hands finding your shoulders. "These things take time. The signet you're supposed to have will manifest when it's ready."

You looked up at him with your beautiful, expressive eyes that had captured his heart from the moment he'd first seen you, and his breath caught in his throat.

"But what if it doesn't? What if I'm just ordinary?"

His lips quirked upward despite the seriousness of the moment.

"My dear, there is absolutely nothing ordinary about you. Trust me on that."

You sighed, turning back toward the punching bag and fighting the small blush on your cheeks.

"One more try," you mumbled, more to yourself than to him. "Just one more."

Xaden stepped back, giving you some space but keeping his attention focused entirely on you. He watched as you balanced your weight on both flat feet, exemplifying the breathing techniques you'd all been taught. Your stance shifted slightly, becoming more grounded; more purposeful.

In that moment, something in the air seemed to change. A subtle shift in the energy of the room that made his own shadows prick with interest.

You raised an open hand toward the bag, brow furrowed in concentration. For a moment, simply nothing happened.

Then, nearly unnoticeable... the shadows in the corner of the room began to move. Not the natural shifting that came with the setting sun, but something more deliberate -- more alive.

Xaden's breath hitched. He recognized what was happening, he'd experienced it himself years ago — that first moment when the shadows responded to his will. When he realized they were an extension of himself, rather than just separate things entirely.

His heart began to race; not with fear, but with pure, unlimited joy for the woman he loved standing before him.

The shadows crept along the wall, drawn by your unconscious command. You had been so focused on trying to manifest fire, or ice, or any of the other common signets before. You hadn't even opened your eyes to notice the darkness bending to your will.

But Xaden saw it, oh he saw it all — the way the shadows reached toward you like old friends, the way they responded to your emotional state, growing bolder as your frustration mounted.

"Y/N," he said softly, not wanting to break your concentration but needing you to see what was happening. What you were doing.

"Not now," you ground out through gritted teeth, your hand still extended toward the bag. "I can feel something, I just need —"

The shadows suddenly surged forward, wrapping around the practice bag like living things. The darkness that swirled before you was so complete, so perfectly controlled, that even Xaden felt a moment of awe at the sight. Sure, he'd taken time to master the rare signet when he first discovered it -- and now, he could only look on in amazement.

You gasped, stumbling backward as you'd finally noticed what you'd done. Your eyes went wide as you took in the shadow-wrapped punching bag, your gaze then darting around the room to see the way all the darkness seemed to be leaning toward you. It was waiting for your command.

"I... I did that?" you whispered, voice barely audible.

Xaden couldn't contain himself any longer. The joy that had been building in his chest exploded, and he let out a low whistle of pure delight.

"You did that!" he confirmed, more excited than you'd ever seen him before. He crossed the ring again in two quick strides, his long legs working fast as he approached you.

Before you could react, he swept you up in his arms, spinning you around as wonderful laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep in his chest.

You were a shadow wielder — just like him. You would finally understand the whispers in the darkness, the way shadows could be both weapon and shield, and the intimate connection between wielder and that darkness that no one else could comprehend.

"Xaden!" you giggled, your own relief finally breaking through the shock of it all. "Put me down!"

He did, but only so he could cup your face in his large hands and kiss you properly. The kiss was fierce and celebratory -- full of overwhelming joy and relief that you'd finally found your gift.

When you did break apart, you were both both breathing hard. He rested his forehead against yours, an infectious grin spreading across his face.

"Shadow wielding," he murmured, his voice clogging with emotion. "Do you know how incredible this is?"

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Liam

"I don't understand," you muttered, pushing the fraying book away in frustration. "Everyone else can do something. Sawyer can manipulate metal, Rhiannon can already shield, and even that insufferable Ridoc can weild ice. But me? Nothing. Maybe I'm just not meant for this."

Liam's face softened.

"You're being too hard on yourself," he said gently, reaching across the table to cover your hand with his. "Magic manifests differently for everyone.."

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, staring up at the vaulted ceiling.

"Easy for you to say. You seem to have your farsight figured out perfectly."

Your boyfriend winced slightly. He'd been telling everyone, including you, about his recently-manifested signet —a powerful, useful power that drew in all the admiration. The truth felt too intimate to share, too much like exposing his soul if he admitted he was nervous about his girlfriend's unmanifested signet. He didn't enjoy watching you suffer silently without one yet, and the struggle made him question what you'd come out with when it finally did manifest.

"Maybe we should try a different approach," he suggested. "Instead of focusing on what you think you should be able to do, why don't you just... let your mind wander? Sometimes, the best things come when we're not forcing it."

You gave him a skeptical look but closed your eyes anyway.

"Fine. But if this doesn't work, I'm calling it for the day."

"Just breathe," Liam murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your knuckles. "Don't think about signets, or anything, really. Just... be present."

For several minutes, the two of you sat in comfortable silence. Liam found himself studying his beautiful girlfriend's face; memorizing the way your eyelashes cast shadows on your cheeks, the slight upturn of your full lips, even in concentration. He was so absorbed in watching you, that he enarly missed the moment when your expression changed.

"Liam," you whispered, voice trembling. "I can see... I can see the flight field. But not with my eyes, it's like... like I'm floating above it, watching the third-years practice."

Liam's heart stopped. Farsight. You had farsight.

"The instructor -- Kaori -- he just called for a water break," you continued, your voice growing excited. "And, there's a girl with red hair, who's sitting apart from the others... aww, that's so sad. She's crying, she... looks so lonely."

Your eyes focused on Liam's face, bright with amazement. "This is real, isn't it? I'm actually seeing this?"

"Yes," Liam breathed, unable to contain his joy. "Sweetheart, you're doing it. You're actually doing it!"

"I can shift my perspective," you said, your eyes distant as you explored your newfound ability. "I can see the dining hall now — oh, they're serving that terrible stew again. And the training room... Garrick is there, and Imogen..."

You laughed, a sound of pure delight. "Liam, this is incredible! I can see anywhere I want to look!"

"I'm so proud of you," Liam said, standing up so quickly that his chair scraped against the floor. "Y/N, do you realize what this means? You're not powerless. You never were. You just needed time."

You looked up at him, tears of happiness glistening in your eyes. "I was starting to think I'd never find it. That maybe I didn't belong here after all."

"You belong here," Liam said fiercely, pulling you to your feet. "You belong here, and you belong with me, and you're going to be amazing at this."

Before you could respond, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you, pouring all his relief and pride into the contact. Melting against him, your arms wound around his neck as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

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Brennan

You'd felt it building inside you -- a storm gathering strength, the familiar tension that has been growing stronger each day for weeks now. The air in the courtyard just outside Riorson House shimmered with an energy that made your skin tingle, and you realize that finally, after months of waiting and wondering — today would be the day your signet would manifest.

Brennan stood across from you, his dark brown eyes fixed on your face with an intensity that makes your heart ache. He's been watching you like this for dyas, recognizing all of the signs that you're still learning to identify. As a former graduate of Basgiath War College, he's already been through this transformation himself; already discovered the power that flows freely through his veins.

"I can see it; feel it," he says softly, stepping closer. His voice carries that familiar warmth that you'd grown to love, even where safety is but an illusion.

"The way the hues in your eyes are shining brighter today. You keep flexing your fingers like you're trying to grasp something, but it isn't quite there yet."

You want to tell him he might be imagining things, but the words fall short as another wave of energy courses through you. This time it's stronger, more focused, and you gasp as you feel something shift inside your chest. It's like a door opening, a river changing course; it's like coming home to a place you've never been before.

Brennan's breath catches, and you realize he can sense it too — the moment when potential becomes reality. A moment when the magic that has been dormant in your blood finally awakens.

His own signet responds to yours, a sympathetic resonance that makes the air between you hum.

"Show me," he whispers, and there's something almost emotional in his voice. "Let it cometo you, Y/N."

You close your eyes and stop fighting the sensation that has been building inside. Instead, you embrace it, letting it flow through every nerve and until you feel like you might burst from the sheer intensity of it.

When you open your eyes again, the world looks different — it's sharper, more vivid, as if you're seeing it through a lens that has finally come into focus.

That's when you notice the small bird lying near the stone wall of the house. A small grey thing, probably hurt as it flew into one of the windows of the hulking stone building. Without thinking, you stride over to it, kneeling beside it then. Extending your hand, palm down, your fingers hover just above its tiny form.

The soft, willowy power flows out of you like water, warm and golden and alive. You watch in wonder as the bird's chest begins to rise and fall, then as its eyes flutter open, and finally as it chirps once before taking flight on wings that should have been broken forever.

"Mending," Brennan breathes, flanking your side. When you look up at him, his grin is radiant with unbound joy. "Your signet is mending."

Before you can respond, he's tugging you to your feet, gathering you into his arms. He kisses you then, his lips so soft and sweet and familiar. You can feel as his power mingles with yours, two streams of the same river flowing together at last.

When you finally do pull back an inch, his gaze at once finds yours, and you can see the silver gathering in his eyes.

"Do you know what this means?" he asks, his thumbs brushing across your cheekbones. "It means we're matched," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "My signet, now in tandem with yours; it means we're the same, my love. We're perfectly, impossibly the same."

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Ridoc

The fire crackles softly in the fireplace of Ridoc's dorm room, casting shadows across the long stone walls. You're curled up against his chest on the worn, leathery couch he'd somehwo managed to smuggle into his quarters. Your legs tangled with his beneath the thick woolen blanket you shared, aiming to block out the harsh winter air seeping through the war college.

The warmth of the flames mingled with the heat radiating from his body, enveloping you two in a cocoon of comfort that makes you forget about the harsh winds howling just outside the school's walls.

"This is nice," you murmur against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of cedar-y soap. Your fingers trace lazy patterns across his muscle through the soft cotton of his shirt, the tips of them feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath.

Ridoc's arms tighten around you, one hand coming up to thread through your hair.

"Mmm," he agrees, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through his chest. "Better doing this than studying battle strategy, that's for sure."

Giggling, you tilt your head up to look at him. The firelight plays beautifully across his features — the sharp line of his jaw, the gentle curve of his lips, the way his dark brown eyes seem to hold every bit of love you ever needed when he looks at you like this. There's something dancing beneath the weight of his stare, as if he can't quite believe you're real, that you're here right now with him.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask softly, reaching up to trace the line of his cheekbone with your finger. He catches your hand with his own, pressing a kiss to your palm before intertwining your fingers with his.

"Just you," he says simply, eyes searching yours in wonder. "How lucky I am."

The sincerity in his words makes your heart flutter, and you lean up to press your lips to his. The kiss starts gentle, but deepens as he kisses you back. His free hand slides to cup the back of your head, drawing you impossibly closer. You can taste the hot chocolate you shared earlier on his lips, sweet and warm and deliciously Ridoc.

His eyes have darkened when you pull back from him, his pupils dilated in the firelight. You feel that familiar pull in your chest, that gentle tug that always seems to draw your heart to his.

You shift from lying atop him, instead opting to straddle his thighs. His hands come to rest on your waist, his thumbs tracing small circles circles through the thin fabric of your sweater.

"I love you," you whisper against his lips, the words falling from you as naturally as breathing.

His smiles softly in response, the action so tender, as it it were only reserved for use in front of you and you only.

"I love you too," he whispered bac, and leans forward to kiss you again. Its deeper this time, his hands gripping your waist as though he's clinging to life itself, and you lose yourself as his mouth moves against yours-- and way his hands slide up to loosely tangle in your hair.

You're so lost in the moment that you almost don't notice it at first —the subtle shift in temperature, the way the air around you seems to change with every passing second. It's only when Ridoc pulls back instantly, his eyes widening in wonder, that you realize something has ultimately changed.

"Your hands," he breathes, glancing down at where your palms rest atop his chest. You look down, eyes widening as you take in the delicate patterns of frost spreading across your skin. The small ice swirls are beautiful and as intricate as snowflakes, the patterns and meaning in them astonishing.

Your swear your heart stops. After months of waiting, watching your classmates manifest their signets while you remained powerless -- it's finally happening. The ice seems to respond to your emotions, spreading in gentle spirals across Ridoc's shirt as it extends out from your steadied palms. Ridoc, ever the brave rider -- he doesn't flinch away. Instead, his face breaks into the most radiant smile you've ever seen, even wider than the day he'd first bonded with Aotrom.

"It's ice," he whispers, his voice filled with pure awe and overwhelming love. "Your signet is ... weilding ice."

You stare down at your hands in wonder, watching as delicate frost spirals bloom from beneath your skin. The power feels natural, like it's always been there but just waiting for the right moment.

"Just like yours," you say softly, remembering the day Ridoc's own signet manifested during an intense training session with the third-years. Duvera had been impressed by the raw power of it, and the possibilities his newfound gift could present; the thought that he could freeze an opponent's blood within their body, or create barriers of solid ice with just a flick of his wrist just to name a few.

Ridoc's hands move to cover yours, a soft frost blooming where his warm skin presses to the coldness of yours.

"We match," he says, a low chuckle rumbling beneath your hands as he smiles up at you. Your lips twitch into a smile, and you lean forward to kiss him again. This time when your lips meet, you can feel the power humming between you -- ice calling to ice -- just two souls, perfectly matched in every way that matters.

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