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[dumbkiri]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒

χα∂єη яισяѕση χ ƒ! мαιяι! яєα∂єя

ρℓσт: second year at basgaith did not start out the way you wanted. xaden left you behind breaking his promise to you. luckily for you, some memories can be erased.

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ησтє: I changed up the timeline of events to fit this prompt. This is a reader insert, but you do have blue eyes. Just wanted to warn ya, but I need you to somewhat resemble Liam/Sloane. And yes, Sgaeyl enjoys your company :) Lenin is the offspring of Sgaeyl/Tairn cuz y not? and you have a cool ass signet...obviously this is made for fun! apologies for typos in names and shiii not proofread!

“I will never leave you behind.” 

That is what he promised you the year before Violet Sorrengail came into his life. Xaden Riorson hadn’t broken a commitment and you never thought he could. He trained you, made you stronger in the year you first joined Basgaith College. Then there were moments you two shared behind closed doors, moments you believed you could only have between each other. 

Then second year came around and you could not believe how fickle his resolution could become. His declaration of loyalty melted in the palm of her hands like she held onto him the entire time. Like she knew him all these years of creating the rebellion and rebuilding his home, your home. It didn’t matter that his life was tied to hers. No, that was an excuse. He got close to her and now people wouldn’t stop talking about how he ditched you for Violet. 

You did your best to laugh about the teasing remarks or smile at the reassurances your friends made. But they hurt more than anything because the truth lies within their words. 

With their pitiful looks, it felt like they told you, ‘Read between the lines, [Name]. He dropped you for silver. Time to move on.’

And to make matters worse? Xaden made your brother act as her bodyguard. You couldn’t even spend time with Liam because he was wrapped up in his duty of being Violet’s friend and protector. You’d hope that you would have time with Liam to catch up between all the letters you sent to him. Yet every time you tried to catch his attention, he would hug you with a grin then say ‘I’m sorry, but I’ll be back. I promise.’ He left you to go follow Violet like a puppy. 

Not only that, your best friend is also training her! You hadn’t had her by your side in what felt like forever. You usually wake up early to spar with Imogen, instead you have to deal with Garrick and his huge body. God, you felt so alone in your stupid room reminding you of their presence. Xaden’s shirts, Liam’s wooden figurine of Lenin and Imogen’s stupid training dummy. 

Everyone that spent time with you is now focused on Violet Sorrengail. 

“You are not alone, Dagger,” Lenin said, his voice washing over you like ocean waves, “You have me and I think this is the time to push further with your signet.” 

He is right, you have better things to focus on. You pushed yourself off your bed and sat yourself in the middle of the room. You closed your eyes and felt yourself leaving your dorm room. Turns out your signet isn’t really cloaking, it’s manipulating matter and energy. Cloaking works because you manipulate the speed of light to slow it down allowing you to force it around your body or other subjects. So when an outsider looks at you or the tested objects, they would have no idea of your presence. 

“You still have no idea how it works, do you?” The dagger on your nightstand vibrated with pure power waiting for you to tap into it. 

“I’m working on the explanation, okay,” You laughed in your old bedroom. Pushing yourself up from the carpeted floor, you walked over to the night stand and picked up the vibrating dagger. You wonder how your friends tap into their bond. How they picture their dragons. 

Lenin called you Dagger the moment he accepted you as his rider. It was a nice sentiment and better than most nicknames others receive. 

“It fits you,” Lenin hummed, “You killed that group with only a dagger and now you are unstoppable in any challenge you face. You give that oaf a run for his money.”

“Lenin, his name is Garrick and he’s a nice guy! An oaf is a crazy way to describe someone you met once!” You barked out, a giggle shaking your body with happiness.The dagger grew warmer in your hold and you gripped it tight. This is when your signet proved to be at its best, when you were happy. And Lenin knew this. 

“Try cloaking yourself then moving some objects around you, one at a time,” Lenin growled in warning, “We do not want you chucking me out the window again.” 

“Hey! That was by accident, besides Liam made another figurine of you! Can you imagine if the one of Sgaeyl was thrown out? Yeesh, you think she’d forget about me too?” 

 You sat back down in your previous spot and allowed yourself to focus on your breathing. Lenin hummed in your head, filling it with memories of your first flight with him. Honestly the best feeling after a storm is being reborn in the evening light with a dragon to call your protector. 

“My mother enjoys our flights out together, it’s a shame Shadow is preoccupied with whatever he does in the dark.” 

“Oh, I know! We can invite your mom to fly with us. We can go early tomorrow that way Xaden doesn’t know! What do you say to that?” 

The way Lenin hummed in satisfaction knew you made him happy with that suggestion. “She would love that, Dagger.” 

……

“Hey, [N.Name], you in here?” 

Imogen knocked twice on your bedroom door then waited for your response. Five beats of silence went by and she looked over her shoulder at the group with a raised eyebrow. 

“Seems like she’s out,” She removed her hand from the door knob and took one step back until Xaden’s gruff voice stopped her. 

“Open the door and we’ll see if she’s actually gone.” 

Imogen rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, “Alright, look. No offense to Violet, but [Name] will not be interested in training her. Especially when we…” The pink haired female moved her hand around lazily, hoping for Xaden and Liam to get the point without having to explain it right in front of Violet. 

“When you guys what?” Violet questioned looking at the three of them, confusion stapled onto her face. 

Xaden shook his head and said, “Doesn’t matter, right now Violet needs her help. Liam is here to convince her and you’re here to open her door.” 

Imogen never liked this idea in the first place. Talk about violating one’s privacy for another’s benefit. She just hoped you would forgive her when they all walked into your room uninvited. Imogen placed her hand on the handle and opened it up while holding her breath. 

She hadn’t seen you in awhile. Only briefly in classes then she had to go training with Violet. Yet her training wasn’t enough, Violet needed to get better with daggers. Xaden had the bright idea of asking the expert, Cloak and Dagger, to teach the silver-haired girl. Damn it, if only Imogen was a better teacher you wouldn’t have to be dealing with a pain like this. 

Watching your crush hover over another girl. 

Even Sgaeyl disapproved of Xaden’s choice. The blue dragon always had a liking for you and she would lean over you if someone got too close in the field. Now the female dragon has to deal with Violet Sorrengail and her weak nature. 

“I’m working on the explanation, okay?” 

Your bubbly laugh hit Imogen in the heart with a pang of guilt. She kind of forgot your laugh, but she couldn’t admit that to you. Imogen slowly walked in and watched you sit in the middle of the room with the dagger you earned from Garrick floating a foot just above your lap. 

Your eyes were closed which allowed her and the rest to walk into your room. Someone closed the door behind her, but Imogen’s eyes were glued onto you. How can you not get any cooler than this? 

The floating dagger spun a few times and you laughed again, “Lenin, his name is Garrick and he’s a nice guy! An oaf is a crazy way to describe someone you met once!” 

Liam coughed out a laugh and everyone turned their heads at him. He shrugged his shoulders and whispered, “I don’t think she can hear us. She explained before that when she taps into the bond with Lenin, a cloak is automatically draped over the both of them. Think of mega-shields.” 

“Hey!” You suddenly shouted making everyone freeze, then you said, “That was by accident, besides Liam made another figurine of you! Can you imagine if the one of Sgaeyl was thrown out? Yeesh, you think she’d forget about me too?” 

Imogen sighed out in relief, letting the breath she was holding out. Then anger flared her system up. Your words sunk in and she looked at Liam and Xaden, “This is exactly what I meant by what we did. We dropped her because of you.” She pointed at Xaden then moving her glare towards Violet, “I get it, you guys have mated dragons, but I don’t know what is going on with [Name]. She’s my best friend and ever since I’ve been stuck on training duty, I haven't known for a while what's going on and the only one who really keeps in contact with her is Garrick and Bodhi.” 

“[Name] knows that isn’t the truth,” Liam’s smile fell and he stepped up to Imogen, “She also knows how important it is to keep Violet alive. If she dies, Xaden dies. Do you know how important that is?” 

Imogen squared Liam up, ready to defend her best friend, you, “I do, but Violet’s survival relies on her now. A friend we all dropped since Violet bonded with Sgaeyl’s mate. How would you react if your friends, who forgot about you, barged into your room uninvited then asked for your help in training that girl? I don’t think you understand that your sister has feelings. Or did you forget about that too?” 

“Oh, I know! We can invite your mom to fly with us. We can go early tomorrow that way Xaden doesn’t know! What do you say to that?” You chirped and the dagger spun faster this time and you disappeared in a blink of an eye. Then small items around your dorm began floating one at a time. First it was Sgaeyl’s figurine on top of a shelf that floated, disappeared, reappeared then placed gently back in its place. Next it was one of Xaden’s shirts then your notebook. 

“Sgaeyl likes [Name]?” Violet piped up with genuine surprise. Yet the tense atmosphere flicked on like a light and the spinning dagger stopped moving. In a second, Violet swore, the dagger’s edge was pointed in her direction and it shot towards her. 

“Violet!” Andarna shouted.

“Silver One, get down!” Tairn ordered. 

Time slowed down and Violet forced herself to drop towards the floor. When she did, time resumed and the dagger embedded itself into the wall behind Violet meanwhile a wall of shadows rose up too late to protect her. 

“What. The. Hell!” You shouted, uncloaking yourself, and glaring at the people in your room. Your blue eyes flashing dangerously as you stood up and briskly walked over to the wall to retrieve your dagger. “I could have killed her! Killed you!” You spat while pulling the dagger out of the wall with ease. 

“What are you guys doing in my room?” You asked, frustrated that everyone is left stupified by what happened. 

“We,” Liam began looking at the hole made in the wall. You really could have ended four lives in one second. A second that Xaden reacted too late to save Violet. Liam helped Violet up and continued on, “We wanted to ask for your help. Violet needs expertise in challenges and she likes using daggers. I suggested that-” 

“Did you suggest or did Xaden tell you?” You asked, putting the dagger into the sheath at your hip. When Liam hesitated to answer you moved your attention to Imogen, “And you, you used your privilege to allow them into my room? I almost killed Violet, Imogen!” 

“[Name],” Imogen called out softly and she put her hand on your arm to calm you down, “I’m sorry, but Liam is right. Violet needs your help and I tried all that I could. You’re more skilled and patient than I am. Also yes, Xaden did tell us to do this.”

You closed your eyes and leveled out your breathing. 

“Lenin, they could have died. Your parents,” You reached out to him and he didn’t hesitate to reach back. 

“It’s okay, Dagger,” Lenin hummed, “Andarna saved Violet, you need not worry.” 

You opened up your eyes and sighed. You couldn’t forgive yourself if Lenin came to hate you. The only reason why you weren’t alone was because he stuck by your side. “I’m not interested in training duties. As you can tell, I’m busy working on my signet. It obviously needs work.” 

You turned your back on them and waved a dismissive hand at them, “You can walk yoruselves out.” They mumbled behind you and then the door closed right after. Yet you still felt his demanding authority. 

“Your signet isn’t cloaking, is it?” 

“Obviously not, Xaden,” You answered back, gathering some of his shirts in your arms. This was the perfect moment to return them since he spared some time to talk to you. For her. He was only here for her, you grimly reminded yourself. 

“I found out at the beginning of this year, you would have known if you asked how I was doing,” You were not at all ready to face him. Knowing that this could be your goodbye to him. He may have let you go, but you wanted to hold onto him a little longer. 

“I can manipulate light and matter,” You explained, keeping your eyes glued to the floor, clutching onto his shirts like a lifeline, “I can cloak multiple items and even Lenin despite his size. Right now, I’m messing around with the space surrounding objects to lift them up. I wanted to learn how to cloak other dragons like Sgaeyl or Deigh or Glane. But you guys are too busy. So I’m focusing on the levitating part of my signet.” 

“That’s incredible,” He said with unfeigned amazement.  

You couldn’t help, but agree with him. The smile on your face bringing back the dazzle in your blue eyes, “Right? I mean if I can cloak multiple dragons at once, imagine how any battle will go. Our enemies won’t know we’re coming and-” 

“I miss this girl,” Sgaeyl interrupted you and Xaden felt her pride rise, “Leninach knows exactly how to choose a strong rider. And I wouldn't mind flying with them again either.”

“Then tell your son to convince her to train Violet,” Xaden said, “You do that then we will fly with them.” 

“I’ll fly with them with or without you,” She growled. 

“-and I want to apologize for almost killing Violet. I didn’t recognize her voice.” You finished and looked into his dark eyes. 

Xaden tilted his head in a slight angle, “Liam did mention that you are blocked out from the world when you channel. But the moment Violet spoke, you threw the dagger her way. Tell me that wasn’t intentional.” 

You rolled your eyes and tossed his shirts at him which he caught effortlessly. “I told you I didn’t recognize her voice. And Liam is half-correct. When I channel, I feel this cold washing over my body like ocean waves. That’s the whole cloaking bit. He calls it mega-shields, leave it to my brother to come up with something corny.” 

You walked over to your bed and sat on the cushion of it. You brushed the ripples on your sheets away and said, “Regular shields block out anyone, friend or foe. Mega-shields block out my friends because when I channel I know I’m safe around them. So when I channel to use the levitating part of my signet, I’m left vulnerable. Which means I’m more perceptive of foes or people I don’t trust. Violet isn’t an enemy, but she certainly isn’t my friend either.” 

“You’d like her,” Xaden cut in, “She’s smart like you and she’s dealing with a group that is targeting her because she’s the general’s daughter and Tairn is her dragon.” He said it because he knew you’d relate to her. During your first year, a group targeted you because you were very close to Xaden and your dragon was the third largest dragon known. Yet unlike you, she didn’t kill the people that went after her. Not yet. 

You vividly remember the year of your Threshing. The way the fog clouded your vision, the rain washed the blood off your clothes. The first time you heard Lenin speak to you with pride. You killed six people with the dagger you earned from Garrick during challenges. But the seventh was saved for Lenin.

“She’s nothing like me,” Your bite was cold with truth, “I killed those that came for me during my Threshing. She let Jack Barlowe run away. I broke my opponents bones and sliced them up with my dagger in challenges, she poisoned them. I can mount my dragon despite his huge size and hold onto him while flying. I don’t need Lenin to hold me down with lesser magic.”

Xaden grabbed the chair at your desk and sat on it. He rested his forearms on his knees and leaned in with heavy shoulders. Yeah, you were right. Violet couldn’t even hold a candle to you, but his convincing needed…convincing. 

Xaden looked into your blue eyes in what felt like forever and his demeanor softened up. He remembered how well you tore down his walls even when you glared at him like that. You always had that effect on him and he missed it. He hadn’t been able to relax ever since Violet bonded with Tairn. Couldn’t walk past you without Sgaeyl snarling at him for his indifference. 

“[Name], please I don’t want to argue with you. I need you to do this. You’re the only one that can help her.”

“Wow, you got him to beg,” Lenin chuffed. 

You rolled your eyes and mulled about the idea of training Violet. Is it possible to train a fragile girl like her? The only thing she’s got going for her is her intelligence. So what? All you had to do was get her to manage her dagger skills as well or even better than you. 

“I’ll give her a week to pick up my technique,” You stood up from the bed and walked over to your door, “If she doesn’t learn at least some of it, she’s a lost cause, got it?” 

“A week,” Xaden agreed and he pushed himself off your chair. Then he stood right in front of you, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You reeled back from the action and said, “It was good to see you, Xaden.” 

You opened the door for him and gently pushed him out of your room. He nodded his head silently and let you lead him out. He missed the feeling of your hands on him and missed when you smiled at him. Xaden will admit his thoughts have been clouded by Violet for many reasons. 

I don’t think you understand that your sister has feelings.

Imogen’s shout at Liam from earlier echoed in his head. She was right, [Name] had every right to refuse them. Xaden neglected her feelings for him while also pushing his feelings for her away in the back of his mind. Now that his life was tethered to Violet’s he couldn't afford not to protect her with all he could. 

He expended his friends and family’s time to revolve around Violet. Now he was making you swallow a heavy pill by having you instructing the girl that took him from you. 

“So how did it go?” Liam asked when you closed your door on them, not even saying goodbye to him or Imogen. The action hurt Liam and Imogen, yet they did not try to argue with you. 

Xaden sighed and said, “Violet has one week to learn [Name]’s technique. If she doesn’t catch on to any of it, consider Violet a lost cause. Her words, not mine.” 

“Great,” Violet mumbled, not at all confident in her skill. 

……

When night came, Imogen struggled to fall asleep in her bed. Not even Glane’s words of reassurance helped her to get a wink of sleep. Instead Imogen spent her time glaring holes into her ceiling thinking about today’s events. 

The hurt and anger in your face plagued her mind. 

BAM! BAM!

Two heavy knocks rattled Imogen’s door and she shot up in her bed in alarm. She jumped out of her sheets when she heard Garrick on the other side of the door, voices rushed and drowned out on the other side. 

Imogen jogged over to her door and opened it up to spot Garrick and Bodhi looking at her worriedly. Then Garrick said, “You need to open [Name]’s door again. It’s an emergency.” 

The pink-haired girl followed her friends and asked, “What is going on? Is she okay?” 

Garrick shook his head, “Well if what she’s being accused of is true, then no. She will be in trouble.” 

Imogen looked down the dark hall and spotted Xaden pacing in front of your door with bloodied knuckles and shadows twisting haphazardly around the halls. She needed to know what happened. “Xaden, what is going on?” 

Xaden stopped pacing and pointed at your door, “Open it now.” 

Imogen didn’t hesitate this time, the fury in his voice moved her and she opened her friend’s bedroom door. Inside it was dark and when the mage light flicked on, your bed was empty and made. 

“She’s not here,” Imogen told the boys and she glared at them, “Now can one of you tell me what’s going on? Why the hell am I being woken up at the crack ass of dawn?” 

Xaden, obviously pissed, zoned out and everyone knew he was reaching out to Sgaeyl. 

Bodhi stepped up to speak and said, “Violet was attacked by the unbonded riders. She said that the one who wasn’t caught left the hallway like a shimmer. Like [Name]’s cloaked shimmer.” He looked at Imogen with nervousness like he sensed her anger. 

Imogen couldn’t believe it. She dragged the males into your warded room one by one. Then she closed the door behind her and yelled at them, full on shouting at their stupidity, “You have got to be kidding me! You guys really believe [Name] would let unbonded riders attack Violet? She just agreed to train her! You cannot be this fucking stupid!” 

Then she had to hit the nail on the coffin. Your cloak doesn’t shimmer anymore. It did when you first developed your signet, but when Xaden encouraged you to get rid of that shimmer you achieved that goal in two months. How could the guys forget this? It’s like after all this distance they put between them and you made them forget how your signet works!

“Her cloak doesn’t shimmer, dumbasses!” 

But Xaden was out the door already, his hands clenched up in his frustration. 

“Where are you going?” Garrick called out to him. 

“To the flight field,” Xaden responded, his steps heavy with determination to get your truth. 

……

You stretched your limbs after dismounting Lenin with a smile on your face, looking at the two dragons before you. Your bright blue eyes landed on the blue dragon and you bowed your head, “Thank you Sgaeyl for joining us. I know that after Xaden stopped hanging out with me, we don’t go on our flights anymore.” 

Sgaeyl leaned down and huffed into your face, a sign of acceptance. 

“She says ‘I look forward to early flights with you now’,” Lenin chuffed. 

You reached your hand out to the blue dragon and avoided eye contact with her. You waited for her to boop your palm with her snout and after a few seconds she indulged in your request. The grin on your face washed away the moment you heard Xaden shout at you. 

“Back the hell away from Sgaeyl!” 

In surprise you turned around and watched Xaden in his flight jacket and uniform make his way towards you. Angry didn’t even begin to describe Xaden, he was beyond pissed and it was directed at you. Was he seriously mad that you went out flying with Sgaeyl and Lenin? 

“Lenin, what happened?” You asked your dragon, taking one step backwards into his warm chest. 

“The Silver One was attacked,” Lenin answered. 

He snarled and leaned his neck down, guarding you from Xaden’s line of sight. 

“You are agitating Lenin,” Sgaeyl warned Xaden. 

Xaden stopped a few feet away from the pair of dragons and took a deep breath in. Upsetting a blue dragon is not on his bucket list. Neither was threatening a black dragon’s rider. 

So he started off slowly, “Did you let unbonded riders in Violet’s room?” 

You owlishly blinked behind Lenin’s cover and scoffed. You just came back from flying and he’s asking you about such a thing. An action like this is damaging for your reputation, to your friends and squad. Walking away from Lenin’s protection, you made your way to Xaden to stand in front of him. “You seriously asking me that question? Why would I let unbonded riders into her room? The only way they can bond to Tairn is if she dies, but newsflash Xaden, Tairn and Sgaeyl will die if she does!”

“She said that one got away and that they left with a shimmer, only your cloak shimmers,” He growled out. Then he grabbed you by your shoulders, his fingers digging into your flesh, “Don’t tell me that your jealousy got the best of you that you had to kill Violet. Tell me you aren’t that petty to kill her, us, or me!” 

Did he truly believe that jealousy could be your motive to kill Violet Sorrengail? Hell if it was, you would have done so long ago. But you weren’t that shallow. You ignored Violet like the plague, didn’t bother to get to know her because it physically hurt you. The girl that captured Xaden’s attention in one second undid all the work you did in years to get him to notice you. 

Finally when it was happening, when he called you yours, Violet came in like the storm she was. Uprooting your friends and family. 

“My cloak doesn't shimmer anymore, Xaden,” You said dejectedly, you didn’t have the energy to fight him right now. To explain that your cloak stopped shimmering two months after your signet popped up. “I may be jealous of her, but I’m not the one who broke a promise. I may hate her for stealing my friends and family, but I wouldn’t kill her out of spite. I just told you yesterday that I was willing to put my differences aside and train her. 

“Then why did she describe your cloak?” His hands fell away from your arms, the warmth gone in a breeze. 

You shoved your goggles in your flight jacket and shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, but I was flying out with Sgaeyl and Lenin. They can vouch for me, we’ve been flying out for hours. 

“It’s true, we were gone long before the girl was attacked,” Sgaeyl confirmed. 

“I hope you find the true culprit,” You walked past him and to the direction of the college. Your shoulders are heavy with the realization that he will always choose her over you. Whether it stems from his growing need for her or keeping her alive, it didn’t matter anymore. He broke the promise and left you behind.  

“[Name], where are you going? I’m not done asking questions,” Xaden turned around, but you kept on walking. 

“I’m going to forget this conversation ever happened,” You declared with certainty. And one person can help you with that, you just hope she’s awake. 

……

When you walked into your room, mentally drained from the conversation with Xaden, you were caught off guard by Imogen’s presence. Her right leg bobbed up and down as if she was waiting for you to arrive. This made the trip to her way easier, the walk of shame was going to be very painful if you did walk towards her room. 

“Imogen?” Your soft voice awoke her from her trance and she jumped up from your chair with a sigh of relief. 

“Finally, you’re back,” She jogged over to you and embraced you in a tight hug. Okay, Imogen rarely hugs you and this one felt like she needed it. “I was so worried when everyone started pointing fingers at you for letting unbonded riders into Violet’s room. But I knew it wasn’t you, your cloak doesn’t shimmer anymore.” 

You huffed out with a grimace, “I’m glad one of my friends remembers that it doesn’t. Anyways can I ask you for a favor?” 

“Anything,” Imogen breathed out and pulled back with a smile. 

You nodded your head and said, “Erase my memories. I need to forget that Xaden just accused me of endangering his girlfriend.” Not that they are dating just yet, but it wouldn’t take long for them to develop feelings for one another. 

“But if I do that-” 

“If he wants me to train Violet, I need to forget this morning,” You pleaded with her, grabbing her hand and forcing her palm to touch your cold forehead, “Imogen, please. I cannot look at Violet knowing she accused me of something so horrid then Xaden blaming me for it. Do this for me.” 

“Okay,” Imogen reluctantly agreed. She watched your tears fall down your face and you smiled at her hopefully. 

“Thank you.”  

You wished Imogen could erase more than the conversation. You wanted her to erase all your feelings for Xaden Riorson. 

Forget his hands roaming your body and the kisses he left in his wake. Forget the way he said your name with adoration and the way he stared into your eyes with longing. 

Because you could train Violet with ease if you held no feelings for Xaden. But hey, not everyone can have what they want. This is a lesson for you and hopefully Xaden will finally remember how much you mean to him. 

Soon, it will happen. A feeling so deep in the pit of your stomach made you believe that. 

[pizzabeanie]

Favorite jumble of lyrics

ZeikRa - Don't Listen Remake

уσυ'ℓℓ ηєνєя ƒιη∂ мє

ι ¢αη'т ¢σηтяσℓ ιт

ωнαт'ѕ ιηѕι∂є σƒ мє

ι ¢αη'т яємємвєя

ωнєяє тнє ρℓσт αℓιgηѕ

ι'м συт тнєяє ѕσмєωнєяє

яσттιηg ιη тнє ησωнєяє

вυт ι кησω уσυ'ℓℓ ηєνєя ℓιѕтєη тσ мє.

Annsaudade - Inside a Birdcage

So carry me, from these walls, brother of mine.

Show me the world outside, it has to be true, I'm counting on you.

To be my wings and my eyes.

Penelope Scott - Feel Better

𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠𝕠.

𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

Billie Eilish - I wish you were gay

"Baby, I don't feel so good"

6 words you never understood

"I'll never let you go."

5 words you'd never say.

if 3s a crowd and 2 is us, one slipped away.

I just kinda wished you were gay.

JAWNY - Trigger of Love

𝑅𝓊𝓃, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝓃. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒.

𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝑒.

[bts-roleplayer-blog]

001||ρℓσт||αят gαℓℓєяу

thє rσσm hєld thє ѕαmє вєαutч ít αlwαчѕ díd. ít ѕímplч tσσk híѕ вrєαth αwαч αѕ ѕσσn αѕ hє hít thє frєnch dσσrѕ, thαt hαd вєєn pαíntєd вlαck.

thє wαllѕ wєrє mαrвlє. pαttєrnѕ αnd dєѕígnѕ hαd вєєn cαrvєd íntσ thє mínєrαl. thє flσσr rєmαínєd єvєr thє ѕαmє. grαч cσncrєtє, cσld αnd díѕtαnt, nσthíng mσrє. thє ѕαmє вєαutíful pαíntíngѕ língєrєd αrσund, wαtchíng thє вσч αѕ hє єхplσrєd thє gαllєrч.

thє вσч knєw thє pαíntíngѕ ín thє gαllєrч wєrє αll crєαtєd вч díffєrєnt αrtíѕtѕ. nσnє σf thєm wíthhєld thє ѕαmє ѕtчlє; αll вєαutíful ín thєír σwn ѕpєcíαl wαч. чєt, thє вσч cσuld nσt tєll whσ hαd crєαtєd thє pαíntíngѕ. вєcαuѕє thє gσldєn plαtєѕ undєr thє αrtwσrkѕ wєrє ѕσ σld αnd ruѕtєd dσwn, hє cσuldn't mαkє σut α thíng.

thє ѕtαtuєѕ wєrє nσ єхcєptíσn. crαckѕ hαd вєgun tσ fσrm ín thє вєαutíful mσldѕ. ѕcαrєd tσ вrєαk thєm, thє вσч σnlч αdmírєd thєír вєαutч frσm α díѕtαncє. αlthσugh hє wαѕ ѕurє thє plαtєѕ undєr thє chíѕєlєd вєíngѕ rєmαínєd thє ѕαmє: ruѕtєd αnd ímpσѕѕíвlє tσ rєαd.

thє вσч hαd вєєn cσmíng tσ thє αвαndσnєd αrt gαllєrч fσr quítє α whílє. α mσnth αt вєѕt. hє hαd ѕtumвlєd upσn ít whílє trчíng tσ tαkє α wαlk, αnd hαd вєєn cσmíng tσ thє gαllєrч єvєr ѕíncє. hє σftєn cαmє αrσund mídníght tσ thrєє, вut tímє uѕuαllч wєnt вч fαѕt.

hє σnlч wєnt tσ rσαm αnd ѕtαrє αt thє αrt. guєѕѕ thєrє wαѕ ѕσmєthíng αвσut вєíng αlσnє, ѕurrσundєd вч nσthíng вut mαѕtєrpíєcєѕ.

thє gαllєrч ítѕєlf wαѕ quítє thє lσσkєr. thє вσч hαd αlrєαdч díѕcσvєrєd α вαr, fullч furníѕhєd αnd pσlíѕhєd. dєѕpítє thє mσdєrn lσσk σf thє plαcє, nαturє hαd ѕєєmєd tσ fσrcє ítѕ wαч íntσ thє вuíldíng.

vínєѕ hαd єruptєd frσm thє crαckѕ ín thє wαllѕ, αlσng wíth wєєdѕ αnd flσwєrѕ. thєrє wєrє αlrєαdч hugє ѕєtѕ σf pσttєd вuѕhєѕ αnd plαntѕ ín thє gαllєrч; thєч lσσkєd αѕ hєαlthч αѕ cαn вє.

ít hαd вєєn rαíníng whєn thє вσч cαmє hєrє. thє σnlч ѕσund вєíng thє gєntlє rαíndrσpѕ híttíng thє rσσf, αnd thє вσч'ѕ fσσtѕtєpѕ. thє rαín hαd mαdє thє вσч wσndєr. hσw αrє thє plαntѕ hєαlthч íf thєч nєvєr gєt αnч wαtєr? thє σnlч lєαk ín thє gαllєrч wαѕ α вrσkєn ѕpσt ín thє mαín αrt rσσm. whєrє αll thє ѕtαtuєѕ lαíd.

thє mσσn uѕuαllч lєt ín mσσnlíght thrσugh thє glαѕѕ rσσf σvєrhєαd. ít cαuѕєd thє rσσm tσ glσw, αnd thє ѕtαtuєѕ lσσkєd mαgnífícєnt ín thє pαlє mσσnlíght. чєt вєcαuѕє σf thє rαín, thє rσσm σnlч lσσkєd dαrk αnd ѕcαrч. thє fαínt ѕílhσuєttє σf ѕtαtuєѕ, αnd thє cσnѕtαnt píttєr pαttєr σf thє rαín mαdє thє rσσm ѕlíghtlч íntímídαtíng tσ wαlk íntσ.

thє вσч fσund ít ѕtrαngє hσw thє gαllєrч ѕєєmєd tσ вє αncíєnt ín ѕσmє pαrtѕ, αlthσugh σthєr pαrtѕ ѕєєmєd tσ lσσk αѕ íf pєσplє wαlkєd thrσugh thєrє єvєrч σthєr dαч. ít wαѕ quítє mчѕtєríσuѕ.

α mчѕtєríσuѕ αrt вσх.

pєrѕσnαllч, thє вσч líkєd thє- αѕ hє líkєd tσ cαll ít- cσrє. ít hαd α вєnch tσ ѕít αt αnd vαríєtч σf pαíntíngѕ σn thє wαllѕ. ít wαѕ nícє. hσwєvєr, thє σnє thíng thαt kєpt thє вσч'ѕ fαvσrítíѕm wαѕ thє ѕtαtuє ín thє míddlє σf thє rσσm.

α mαn wíth вlαck wíngѕ. thє σnlч ѕtαtuє thє вσч wσuld gσ nєαr, вєcαuѕє ít hαd nσ crαckѕ.

ít rєmαínєd єtєrnαl.

ѕσ αѕ thє вσч wαlkєd dσwn thє nσw fαmílíαr hαll thαt lєd dσwn tσ thє cσrє, hє ímmєdíαtєlч nσtícєd thє gíαnt ѕtαtuє ín thє míddlє σf thє rσσm. fσr ѕσmє rєαѕσn, thє вσч fєlt αѕ íf thє ѕtαtuє wαѕ thє hєαrt σf thє вuíldíng. ѕtrσng αnd вєαutíful αѕ ít ѕtσσd thєrє.

чєt ín thє dαrk, ít вíd ítѕєlf αѕ mσrє dєmσníc, rαthєr thαn αngєlíc.

nєvєrthєlєѕѕ, thє вσч ѕtєppєd ínѕídє thє rσσm αnd lσσkєd αrσund fσr αnчthíng nєw. hє hαd єхpєctєd tσ ѕєє nσthíng. thє unívєrѕє hαd σthєr plαnѕ, вєcαuѕє híѕ вєíng hαd frσzєn whєn híѕ єчєѕ língєrєd σvєr tσ ѕσmєthíng- nσ. ѕσmєσnє. ѕσmєσnє díffєrєnt.

thє вσч thσught ít wαѕ α tríck σf thє líght, untíl thє ѕílhσuєttє ѕpσkє. vσícє lσw αnd ѕmσσth líkє hσnєч, uttєríng thє ѕєntєncє,

"αh. чσu'vє cσmє вαck."

thє вσч wαѕ cσnfuѕєd вч thє ѕtαtєmєnt. αt lєαѕt, thαt wαѕ híѕ fírѕt, ѕplít ѕєcσnd rєαctíσn. thєn, вєfσrє hє cσuld cσmprєhєnd thє rєαѕσn fσr híѕ cσnfuѕíσn, fєαr tσσk σvєr.

thє вσч tσσk α ѕtєp вαck.

"plєαѕє dσn't вє αfrαíd," plєαdєd thє vσícє. "í dσ nσt cσmє tσ hαrm чσu. í'vє вєєn wαtchíng чσu fσr thє pαѕt mσnth. í'd juѕt líkє tσ hαvє α cσnvєrѕαtíσn wíth чσu."

thє вσч gαѕpєd, hєαrt rαcíng, mínd tєllíng hím tσ run. híѕ lєgѕ ѕtαчєd frσzєn αѕ híѕ lípѕ fσrmєd σut thє wσrdѕ, "whσ αrє чσu? whч hαvє чσu вєєn wαtchíng mє?"

α lσw chucklє ѕєnt α ѕhívєr dσwn thє вσч'ѕ вαck. thє ѕhαdσwч fígurє ѕtєppєd íntσ thє líttlє líght prσvídєd.

α ѕmírk rєѕtєd σn thє mαn'ѕ lípѕ, αlσng wíth thє fαínt lσσk σf αmuѕєmєnt thαt língєrєd ín híѕ єчєѕ.

thє αppєαrαncє σf thє mαn tσσk thє вσч'ѕ вrєαth αwαч. thє mчѕtєrч mαn prσvєd tσ вє fαr mσrє вєαutíful thαn thє αrt thαt lαíd rєѕt ín thє вuíldíng.

"í αm thє αrtíѕt. вє glαd чσu dídn't mєєt thє σthєrѕ fírѕt. cσmє wíth mє, αngєl."

αnd ѕtupídlч, thє вσч díd.

[lgcjsoul]

↠ new trimester plot call.

hello everyone! with the new (and jinsoul’s first ooc) trimester around, it would be fantastic to get some threads going for her! So please feel free to comment or like this post to get something going ♥

↠ general threads: would love to get more threads going for jinsoul, any random one that doesn’t have to be related to any events. we could brainstorm or please comment a word for a random starter!

↠ vlive prompt 05: feel free to leave a message for jinsoul! if you like this post, I’ll be more than happy to send your muse some ^_^

↠ variety show, trainee mission: jinsoul is pretty much still exploring her skills so anything goes here (collecting 0/3 please), please comment your muse down below :>

[xflsucks]

|| ρℓσт cαℓℓ - нεү нι нεℓℓσ ||

Hi guys! This is a swap from Sammy Guevara as I unfortunately lost muse for him, for now. This is my FIRST time trying Paul and I hope he doesn’t flop! A few short things regarding how I am planning on portraying him:

Paul is DIVORCED/SEPARATED from Stephanie (This will be discussed with whomever brings her in in the future, however they remain close) 

Paul does not have his children living with him (or any at all, TBD --I prefer to not include children if possible)

Paul still holds his position/shares in the company, everything besides his relationship is to be seen as the same with NXT and such.

I would love to have any and all connections, so please do feel free to like this or message if you have any ideas for plotting!

[zclina]

↬ // нι gυүs! ρσsтιηg α ℓιℓ’ ρℓσт cαℓℓ! ℓσσкιηg ғσя ℓιтεяαℓℓү εvεяүтнιηg cυяяεηтℓү ғσя мs. тнεα. ρℓεαsε ℓιкε тнιs σя ғεεℓ ғяεε тσ 𝕯M мε! ♡ ♥ ♡

[galactic-potterhead]

Procrastination and Writer's Block is real...

ι нανє 1к ωσя∂ѕ ωяιттєη ƒσя тнє ηєχт ¢нαρтєя тσ αωαкєηιηg єνєяgяєєη, вυт ραят σƒ мє ωαηтѕ тσ ѕкιρ ιηтσ ρнαηтσм мєηα¢є в¢ ιη яєαℓιту ι'м α яυввιѕн ωяιтєя ωιтн ησ ¢яєαтινє συтρυт, נυѕт qυιяку яєѕρσηѕєѕ.

ι ¢συℓ∂η'т ∂є¢ι∂є ιƒ ι ωαηтє∂ тσ єη∂ ιт ωιтн тнє яєυηιση αη∂ gєт ση ωιтн ρм σя נυѕт ƒιη∂ α ѕтσяуℓιηє ƒяσм α ∂郃єяєηт вσσк αη∂ ѕσмєнσω яєωяιтє ιт тσ ƒιт ιηтσ ѕтαя ωαяѕ (ωнιℓє gινιηg ��υℓℓ ¢яє∂ιт тσ тнє ωяιтєяѕ σƒ ¢συяѕє), ѕσ ιηѕтєα∂ σƒ ∂єαℓιηg ωιтн му ¢σηƒℓι¢т, ι ѕтαятє∂ α ηєω ƒαηƒι¢тιση ωιтн αη єηтιяєℓу ∂郃єяєηт ¢нαяα¢тєя αη∂ ρℓσт.

ι кησω ι'м gσηηα нανє тσ ƒα¢є тнє мυѕι¢ σƒ тнє ηєχт ¢нαρтєя ѕσмєтιмє, вυт ωнαт вσσк ѕнσυℓ∂ ι яєωяιтє тσ ιη¢σяρσяαтє ιηтσ му вσσк? ρℓєαѕє нєℓρ...

[xseaofrosesx]

“ᴵᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ⁱᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵏⁿᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ. ᶠᵒʳ ᵏⁿᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ ⁱˢ ˡⁱᵐⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃˡˡ ʷᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ, ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵗⁱʳᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ.” ― ᴵʳⁱˢ ᴹᵘʳᵈᵒᶜʰ

           яєвℓσg тσ нєℓρ   ☆   ℓιкє ƒσя α ѕтαятєя   ☆  ƒσℓℓσω тσ ρℓσт

[ofcnoel]

𝓻𝓪𝓺'𝓼 tentative ρℓσт ℓιѕт

can y’all believe i finally did this?? wow. we r shaking. as per usual, hmu if i missed anything cause guess what? i’m an idiot, i forget things faster than a fly. 

last updated : 3/2/20

dove darling 

normani. cis-female. she/her.  ／  dove darling just pulled up blasting pressing me by rico nasty — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty three year old actress/musician, i’ve heard they’re really stubborn, but that they make up for it by being so vivacious . if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say early 2000s r&b playlists, princess cut diamonds, and shiny lipgloss over perfectly lined lips . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble !

BEST FRIENDS: kennedy & valentina (2/3)

GOOD FRIENDS:  heather (1/??)

EX-FIANCE: (0/1) (hmu for detailllls)

EXES ON BAD TERMS: jules?  (1/2)

PR BOYFRIEND: brodie (1/1) 

EXES ON GOOD TERMS:  rhett , (1/2)

ENEMIES:  milena kinda! (1/??)

(complicated) FWB: damian (1/2)

FLIRTATIONSHIP: logan (1/1)

PARTY FRIENDS:   (0/??)

HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS (0/1)

SHE LEADS THE OTHER ON: (0/1)

i think that’s it but idk don’t quote me on this pls help 

noel laurent

chance perdomo. he/him. cismale.  ／  noel laurent  just pulled up blasting a boy is a gun by tyler, the creator  — that song is so them ! you know, for a(n) twenty-two year old rapper, i’ve heard they’re really reckless, but that they make up for it by being so altruistic. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say rolled up sleeves on an oversized sweater, missed 2am calls, messy notebooks filled with lyrics. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble !

BEST FRIENDS: listen... all of iridescence you know who, valentina  (4/4)

GOOD FRIENDS: kennedy, milena, brodie (3/??)

SIBLING: janelle (1/1)

HE DO BE HAVING FEELINGS FOR: valentina

EXES ON GOOD TERMS:  (0/2)

EXES WHO ARE COMPLICATED: cisco

ROOMMATES: the  iridescence  boys 

ENEMIES:  jules (1/??)

PAST HOOKUP: none yet (0/1)

FLIRTATIONSHIP:  shep (1/1)

UNLIKELY FRIENDS: (0/1)

FRIENDZONED:  (0/1)

[dumbkiri]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 5

χα∂єη яισяѕση χ ƒ! мαιяι! яєα∂єя

ρℓσт: Violet just knocked out Liam and her sparring match up against Jack Barlowe should end the same. Meanwhile your match ended up with the heavy smell of iron and stolen memories. And Xaden unleashing a simmering anger.

PART FIVE

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“You want to do what?” Your laugh rang in Xaden’s ears like a haunted melody. Hands brushing the leaves and dirt from Lenin’s midnight scales. Your dragon shaking his wings from the rest of the dry leaves that stuck to him from the morning flight. 

After finding out what you signet can do…he felt a little confident in hidden activities. The coldness of your cloak he will have to get used to, like ocean waves washing up on the shore. 

The smirk on his face could not ease the blush on yours and he dismounted Sgaeyl with fluidity,  “We should have sex under your cloak with the eyes of the stars as our witness.” 

“You’re crazy, Xaden.” You shook your head and gave Lenin a pat, signaling that he was good to go. 

“Only for you.” Xaden sang with a teasing lilt.

…

“What if it works?” 

Violet’s question derived from her nervousness wakes you up from the memory at the end of your first year. The feeling of Xaden’s lips on your own hasn’t left you completely and you wanted to kiss him again. 

But you have to focus on today  because Violet is going to fight Jack Barlowe and you need her at her best. You looked at her then to your brother who grinned at the small woman. 

You asked Liam to spar against Violet, having her use your move on him. He seemed to be the perfect candidate for a partner and you knew she could do this. She practiced your kicks from early morning till her classes started every day. You saw great improvement in her movement and had no doubt she could do this. 

You figured with Liam’s look your brother is attracted to the silver woman. You couldn’t blame him, she is pretty and smart. Perhaps your feelings for her made you biased though. Your pride in her for catching onto your move made you grateful.

And you ignored the jealousy you had when she got close to Xaden. She could be a great friend if you allowed her to be one. The dream argument you had with Liam pushed you to accept her a little bit more, afraid to make that argument true. His hurtful words and your anger had to be avoided at all cost. If you have to befriend Violet Sorrengail to steer clear of the argument, then butter yourself up. 

Violet learned fast in one week, so you continued to train her and it worked in her favor. In yours. In the lives she was connected to. Xaden praised your teaching skills and jokingly said you should teach the rest of the Marked Ones your moves. But you were not up for that right now. 

Not after the dream. 

Your death terrified you. Just knowing that one night, flying one second on Lenin’s back then in the next falling from the sky- 

You cannot dwell on the dream…

“It has to work, Violet,” You told her, “because I want to see Jack Barlowe knocked unconscious. And you can do it. Now knock Liam on his ass, he needs it after destroying every challenger he gets. Deflate his big head for me.” 

“Oh, come on,” Liam laughed, “Just say you’re proud of your brother for once.” 

“I don’t think I will.” You crossed your arms over your chest giving the two a look that said ready up. Violet held one dagger in her dominant hand and quickly made the first move. That’s step one and she closed the distance between her and Liam very well. Next was the spinning kick that would make the defensive stance Liam take falter. 

“Shit!” Liam cursed, his leading foot taking one step back. He leaned away from her kick, yet the tip of Violet’s boot grazed his ear just like yours did with Bodhi. Violet is actually following in your exact steps. You didn’t think teaching her in a slowed down version of it to her would stick. 

Satisfaction. Joy. Pride. All these emotions entangled with one another watching your student become you, the teacher. 

“Lenin!” You followed Liam and Violet with a glare, hiding your happiness from your student, “Violet is mimicking me! She’s honestly kicking ass!” 

“She has improved, very nice work Dagger.” Lenin huffed, returning your delight through the bond. 

Then came the onslaught of punches. Violet, relentless in her attack, punched Liam left and right. She looked amazing right now and you were breathless because her form couldn’t have been more perfect. Liam grunted from the force and focused on the dagger Violet possessed. He knew at some point she had to use it. 

Yet you smirked, seeing his blue eyes attached to her weapon. He couldn’t have been farther from the truth. 

…

“You want me to attack with the dagger?” 

You nodded your head, spinning yours with a finger, “Yeah, you see this kick started with Garrick and we know how big that man is. So I never really bothered to use my daggers on him especially if he is just brute force. When I got on the mat, unarmed, observing people grew suspicious of my motive. It’s why Bodhi caught me off guard the day I tried to showcase the move to you. Which means we need to trick them. Tell me, what do we have in common, Violet?” 

“Speed,” She answered. 

“Correct,” You clutched your dagger and explained, “You have to be faster than these challengers. Your speed will be your greatest strength and your reaction time needs to be on par. Don’t think and keep moving. I don’t want you to stop.”

“Is the dagger supposed to be a distraction?” 

“Yeah, but that’s the thing,” You fisted your dagger grip and showed it off, “I want you to hold it like this. It’ll allow you to do the punches sequence, but your opponent will do their best to avoid the dagger’s edge. You can cut them up with it if they’re not careful and they have to pay attention to the weapon.”

“That means with the final uppercut blow, I can disrupt their block with a kick just like you taught me. Then land the knockout one while they’re stumbling back.” 

“Exactly,” You smirked, “No one is going to expect this from you, Violet. So give ‘em hell.”

…

And giving them hell is exactly what she’s doing. Liam raised his arms up to protect his head thus leaving his stomach open to the uppercut. Violet saw this as well and she released the dagger from her grasp. 

It dropped with a thump and Liam managed to barely catch it fall by her feet. Before he could move his arms down, Violet delivered the uppercut to his stomach. Both of them winced, yet she didn’t stop moving. She kicked her left leg then her right leg at Liam’s head and he barely blocked them. 

When he went to go for a full offensive block to make a move on her, Violet kicked her leg up breaking the wall he tried to put together. His hands flew up and you watched in awe at the final move. Violet spun on her left leg, swiping her right leg right at Liam’s face. 

The heel of her boot made contact with his jaw and your brother’s head snapped to the right. Spit flew from his mouth then Liam took one step back, blinking the black dots from his vision away. But he couldn’t get rid of them. 

Violet huffed and puffed, her chest falling and rising. 

You two watched Liam take another step back then he crashed to his knees. In another blink of an eye, he flopped in front of her, knocked out cold. 

“Yes!” You cheered and Violet looked at you with a surprised look. 

“I did it?” She asked incredulously.

“Of course you did!” You exclaimed then looked behind you addressing your cloaked friends. “Violet knocked Liam out!” 

You removed the cloak from Xaden, Bodhi, Garrick and Imogen witnessing their shocked expressions. Violet’s jaw dropped and she didn’t know she had an audience for this testing match. 

“I had faith, but damn,” Bodhi started looking over at the passed out Liam, “She looked exactly like you.” 

“I’m getting flashbacks,”  Garrick mumbled, “The PTSD is real.” 

You jumped up and punched the air in pure excitement. Then you focused back on Violet, pulling out your dagger from your hip. Walking over to her, you stopped in front of her holding the unique dagger out. 

“Violet freaking Sorrengail,” You watched her surprised look morph into pure joy, “congrats on kicking one of the best fighters in your year. You’ve earned this.” 

Violet jumped at you and threw her arms over your shoulders, thanking you a million times for teaching her these past weeks. Then she took your dagger carefully into her care, “I swear I will kick Jack Barlowe’s ass too.” 

“Oh I believe it,” You laughed. 

“Alright let’s get Liam out of here,” Xaden walked up then Bodhi and Garrick picked Liam’s unconscious body from the floor. Gods, the adrenaline from watching your first student achieve such a feat made you giddy. Like the old you was coming back. 

The you that fought challengers with a happy smile. You could go for a flight with Lenin to drive out this adrenaline. Although one look at the darkened sky made you weary. The sun had yet to show itself and you told yourself you wouldn’t fly until the bright ball came out to grace you with its light. 

You shouldn’t let fear hold you back, but you did. 

“Hey, that was some nice work,” Xaden popped into your line of sight with his arms crossed over his chest. 

You realized everyone had left the secret training area and smiled at Xaden, “Yeah, Violet made me really proud. I can see myself in her, she did everything right.”

Xaden gestured to the empty sheath at your hip, the one that concealed your dagger. 

“You gave your kunai to her too. That surprised me,” He tilted his head at an angle and asked, “I thought you’d never give it over to someone else. Your kunai means a lot to your family name.” 

You knew what he was getting at. And you shrugged your shoulders, “I have plenty more and Sloane can earn one when she proves herself. Violet certainly earned it. Just make sure she doesn’t poke her eye out trying to spin it.” 

“That’ll be Liam’s job to worry over her,” Xaden uncrossed his arms and nodded his head back to the direction of the college, “Has Aetos tried anything as of late?” 

“Not that I know of,” You responded, your hand itching to fiddle with something to keep yourself occupied. After earning the badge with Imogen, Pam and Dain, almost everyone knows about your improved signet ability. 

You two started walking over to the building and you said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to do something to get his hands on me. He might challenge me to get me to talk, but he knows it’s pointless. He won’t get past my shields.”

“We have the duo exercise today; the third year and second year one. It’ll be wise to stick together,” He suggested and this made you laugh. Here he is being protective, like a dark shadow looming over you. 

“I was thinking of choosing Garrick if I get the first pick.” 

A hand on your wrist tugged you backwards and you found yourself glued to Xaden’s chest. You looked up into dark, stormy eyes and he grew visibly tense under your touch, “Am I not the better choice?” 

His other hand wrapped around your waist to keep you in place and you laughed at him. He’s honestly jealous of his friend and you can see the shadows around you twist with his emotions. 

“You are, but I feel like you’d go crazy if someone injures me pretty badly. You’re like my boyfriend now, Xaden. And it’ll make me a target on the mat if we’re together.” 

Xaden completely disagreed, “Not like, I am your boyfriend and no one is going to touch you with me by your side. They wouldn’t dare.” Is it anger that drives him or the wanting in his eyes that makes him so damn fine. Because the way he was looking at you and the declaration he made had your stomach swarming with butterflies. Your chest is igniting with fire due to the passion. 

You two haven’t touched each other in so long. You wanted him so badly. 

“If you keep on staring at me like that, we won’t make it on time to get ready for the exercise.” His minty breath cooled your face and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“We never did enjoy our time under the stars together,” You whispered. 

The slow chuckle that vibrated through his chest had you lean more into him. 

“And you called me crazy.” He leaned his head down, his forehead gently touching yours. 

“Crazy for you.” Finally, when his lips touched yours, your cloak washed over the both of you to continue your activities under the stars. 

……

“Did you hear?” A second year mumbled to another while you stretched your limbs for the duo exercise. Your ears went to work on eavesdropping because for some reason anyone who asks that question has good information, or gossip. 

“About what?” 

The second year responded instantly as if waiting to tell this tea, “Violet Sorrengail kicked Barlowe’s ass so hard, he came back for more and dislocated the leg that did it.” 

Shit. Violet lost the challenge against Jack Barlowe and you felt needles run over your body in waves. She should have knocked him out with that kick like she did Liam. What was different this time? 

“I wouldn’t worry.”

Xaden popped up in your line of sight making you jump slightly at his unexpected presence. 

“Did you come back from the menders? How is she?” 

Xaden smirked at you and raised a brow, “Wow, since when did you worry about Lilith Sorrengail’s daughter?” 

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest, “Ever since she became my student. What happened?” 

“Imogen watched the whole thing and said that Violet did knock out Barlowe. But he suddenly woke up and tackled her when she turned his back on him. Then he dislocated her leg and she poisoned him as a last resort. He’s allergic to oranges.”

You clicked your tongue in annoyance and shook your head. Violet shouldn’t have turned her back, she shouldn’t have poisoned Jack Barlowe if you did your job right. You failed her and you wanted to challenge Jack Barlowe yourself. You’d give him a beating worth crying over about. 

“All right, gather around second years and third years,” Emetterio walks up to the mats and glances at everyone with a tired expression. Yep, you can tell the first year matches wiped him out completely. 

“I’m going to call out two second years to the mat,” He cleared his throat and looked down at his list. His shoulders heaved with a heavy breath, like he dreaded this match in the first place. 

“Step up to the mat; [Name] Mairi.”

You weren’t expecting to be the first second year to be chosen. Nonetheless you mentally prepared yourself for your opponent as you walked up to the mat. You felt the soft plush beneath your boots and grounded yourself with ease. 

“I have a feeling that a certain memory reader swayed this choice,” Lenin hummed. 

“Aetos might just die on this mat,” You replied. 

“I’ll send Cath our regards.” 

Lenin’s cruel joke almost made you break your mask of indifference. Callous words make for a good laugh and Lenin is the best at making them. 

Emetterio then called out the most obvious choice of your opponent, “Step up to the mat; Dain Aetos and list one term for your opponent.” 

It’s not uncommon that the second choice gets to list out the first terms for the sparring match. Some would either accept or deny signet usage. Others would choose daggers or make a crazy choice like sticks as the only weapons to wield. 

You can only think that Dain would make the rule of no signet usage because you’d cloak the hell out of your partner and yourself giving your team the upperhand. 

Dain stepped up to the mat and declared his term with a smug look on his face. Gods, you wanted to make a dent in his head because he looked so stupid right now. 

“No Marked Ones can be selected as a partner.” 

“Bullshit,” You called and looked at Professor Emetterio for backup. He looked to be thinking about the term and he looked from Dain to you. The heavy sigh leaving the professor’s lips made your blood boil. 

“Term accepted.” 

The Marked Ones around you, your friends, protested with mumbles and grumbles. And you were left standing in a stump. Who would you choose now? You didn’t know anyone in the third year besides Xaden and Garrick. Now you couldn’t choose any of them!

Well two can play at that game. If Dain wanted a hater to be your partner, then so be it. You’d be damned if a snake was allowed to be your partner. 

“Mairi, make your term.”

As soon as the words left Professor Emetterio’s lips, you countered back, “Only Marked Ones can be selected as a partner.” 

“Fuck off, Mairi,”  Dain took a step closer to you, his hands clenched up in his annoyance. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” You took a step forward too, “you don’t like the taste of your medicine?” 

Emetterio moved himself between you and Dain with mild disinterest, “Alright you two, I know what you are doing. Making your natural enemies your partners, so I’m going to deny both of the original terms. Aetos, name your partner.” 

Dain gave a name to Emetterio and some third year with fiery red hair and brown eyes stepped up. 

“Mairi, your partner?” 

“Xaden Riorson.” 

“Shall I send my regards now?” 

Too bothered to respond to Lenin, you waited for Dain’s stupid term and what do you know? He chose the first answer you had to it. 

“Signet allowed for one partner only.” 

“Term accepted. Let me guess, Mairi, you’re going to use the same term?” Emetterio responded with light sarcasm and you shook your head. Feeling Xaden’s shadows curl up your legs and you knew he wanted to be able to use his signet for this sparring match. 

Xaden walked up behind you and you can see Dain ignore him with unsettled ease. What a scared bitch. 

“No, I will not,” Your lips curled in a smirk, the sword on Dain’s back popping up, “Daggers are the only permitted weapon to use.” 

“Term accepted.” 

“Shadow wants Cath’s rider,” Lenin informed you. 

When Emetterio walked away from the mat, Dain and his partner discarded their swords to the side. Meanwhile the shadows on your legs moved up to your waist where your kunai was missing from the sheath. 

Xaden was silently telling you that you had no dagger at your hip. Yeah, it slipped your mind when you made that term. That’s fine. Your legs are strong enough to knock that small pee brain in Dain’s head. Like you said, you wanted to make a dent in it. 

“Tell Xaden, Aetos is mine. My shields will work just fine to counter his signet.” 

“You may start anytime now.” 

Xaden moved first with quick lethality, focusing his attention on the third year with a fire signet. Instantly Dain closed the distance between you and him with a dagger in his hand. If you can disarm him, you’d use that dagger for your gain. 

Dain isn’t known for his dagger skills and you rarely see him use them. For a guy his size, the sword was always his preferred weapon. While you dodged his haphazard swing, a swarm of flames made their way to you, only for a wall of shadows to protect you from the heat. 

Damn it, the third year was aiming at you too while keeping Xaden at bay. Is this their strategy? You knew that you were going to be a target, but not this much. You twisted around Dain and planted your foot on his back, shoving him to the floor which he recovered from in seconds. 

Another swarm of flames shot towards you and you ducked under the fireball, your stomach flattening against the plushy mat. Then Dain ran at you, ready to pin you to your position in confidence, but some shadows wrapped around his ankles and tugged him. 

Just like you, Dain flopped onto the mat, his face planting into it unexpectedly which earned some laughs from the sidelines. Yet their laughter faded in the background when a shiny glint of a dagger slid over to you. Dain had accidentally released his hold on the dagger. 

You scrambled over to it and swiped it up with a triumphant smile. The familiarity of a dagger in your hand felt amazing, and now you were protected. Dain flipped onto his back and tried to get the shadows locked around his ankles off of him, but his struggling grunts made it known he couldn’t. Then some of the shadows moved up to his arms, pinning him to the mat. 

“Tell Xaden I love him!”

This is the moment for him to yield and end the exercise. You straddled Dain’s waist, one hand grabbing his hair and the other pressing the dagger into his neck. 

“Yield, Aetos,” You demanded, “Or else Cath is going to find a new rider.” 

“I won’t.” He responded, not even wincing at the small wound you were beginning to make on his neck. A lone line of blood slowly running down his skin. Then you smelled something earthy, like a hit of iron smacked into your nostrils. 

One line of blood shouldn’t smell like this.

Then you felt the bond between you and Lenin evaporate like a drop of water on a hot pan. You glared at Dain suspiciously and the next line of your defenses went down, your shields were non-existent. 

The shadows on Dain’s body disappeared and you couldn’t afford to look at Xaden, but you shouted at your partner. 

“Xaden, my shields- mmph!” 

Dain slapped his hand over your mouth and reversed the positions. Lenin was gone, your shields were down. In fear, you tried cloaking yourself or moving the dagger which Dain disarmed on the mat to move, yet no power coursed through you. 

“Lenin!” You shouted in complete emptiness and you never felt completely alone. You always had your dragon in your mind, rarely ever closed him out. Yet this felt different. You didn’t do this, Lenin didn’t do this. 

Dain leaned closer to your face and moved his head to the side, whispering in your ear, “Now let’s see what you’ve been hiding. If you have done nothing wrong, I apologize. But you can cloak multiple people, who is to say you haven’t cloaked more than three Marked Ones?” 

You knew he was going through your memories, the invasion felt so disturbing. Fuck, think! Think of anything besides the meetings! 

“You’ve been training Violet?” Dain asked incredulously. You breathed heavily through your nose onto his hand still placed on your mouth. You closed your eyes and began to think of Violet Sorrengail, the nail in Dain Aetos’ coffin. You heard the crowd gasp then a huge weight lifted off your body, Dain’s hand leaving your mouth. 

You opened your eyes and sat up from the mat. Then you heard it. Angry fists meeting the flesh of a face. In your weary state, you watched Xaden beat the living shit out of Dain. The sides of the mat surrounding Dain’s face painted in dark red and you heard Xaden’s threatening voice. 

He raised his bloodied fist up and with his other bloodied hand grabbed Dain’s collar. 

“You touch her again and I will kill you just like your partner. Now yield.” 

You couldn’t remove your eyes from Dain’s bruising face, not even away from him spitting blood from his mouth. Struggling to speak, Dain finally mumbled out, “Y..yei…Yield. I yield.” 

You looked in the other direction and saw the lifeless form of the third year on the mat. Xaden did in fact kill Dain’s partner, but before you could think about what happened a defiant roar was heard outside the college. 

That roar belonged to Lenin. 

“Someone take Aetos to the menders, and Riorson…take Mairi to her dragon. He doesn’t sound too happy right now.” 

Without hesitation, Xaden pulled himself off of Dain and walked over to you with slightly burned leathers and bloody hands. He helped you up and didn’t speak to you until you two were out of earshot. 

“They both had something dangerous up their sleeves. I knew something was off, yet I didn’t think it would turn out like this,” He admitted, his hand still holding onto yours with a desperate need. The golden flecks in his eyes lit up in quiet anger. 

“Xaden, the bond with Lenin,” You whispered, clutching his hand tighter, “I can’t feel him. Did they…did they…” 

Your panic of losing the bond between you and Lenin indefinitely scared you. 

“I don’t know,” He picked up his pace and dragged you outside with him. The roaring from Lenin echoed throughout the skies. You couldn’t feel what your dragon was feeling, but this roar sounded familiar. 

When you caught the sight of a blue dragon and her midnight blue son, that’s when you felt relief course through your body. Xaden released your hand and you ran over to your expecting beast. 

“Lenin!” You practically jumped onto his lowered snout as he sniffed your body. The warmth from his breath erased any sort of fear you experienced on the mat. His throat rumbled with what seemed like a question and you removed yourself to look into his eyes, “I think I was poisoned with something. While I had Dain in the surrender position, I smelled this heavy scent of iron.” 

“I did as well, then the bond disappeared,” Xaden finished for you, his bloody hands tucked into his arms as he crossed them over his chest. “I couldn’t wield my shadows. My shields were down. When I heard you call out to me, I reacted with protective instinct. I killed Jeremiah and I watched you close your eyes, trying your damned hardest to conjure up your shields. Whatever they did, whatever he saw, it isn’t our fault. They tricked us.” 

“The question is did Professor Emetterio know? Whatever they used to poison us, to dim the bond between our dragons, did our professor let this happen?” 

“No,” Xaden shook his head and defended Emetterio, “He wouldn’t do that. This had to be Aetos and his father.”

“Well at least I can apologize to Violet now,” You chuckled, running your hand up and down Lenin’s scales. 

“Why is that?” Xaden questioned. 

“Because she won’t feel as bad if we both got our asses handed on the same day, our loss will make us closer as teacher and student,” You watched Lenin move his body down, taking the position of laying down and you knew he wanted to wait with you until your bond came back. 

Sgaeyl leaned her head down and sniffed the top of Lenin’s head. The mother provides comfort to her brooding son. This made you smile and you walked over to Lenin’s side, sitting down next to his long neck. Then you leaned up on it letting out a drained sigh. 

“Well might as well take a break with our dragons, I can use a nap.” 

“You can, but I need to wash myself,” Xaden smirked and made his way over to you. Lenin groaned in mild discomfort, yet stayed put knowing that you would scold him if he tried to push Xaden away. 

“Just don’t sleep out here all day, the sun will burn you up.”

In response to Xaden’s words, Lenin lifted his wing and draped it over the both of you. Covering you in a cool and saded darkness, just like his shadows. If he had the power to use them.

“Nevermind,” Xaden rolled his eyes playfully, then leaned down to kiss your lips. “Don’t blame yourself, alright?”

“I won’t,” You whispered and kissed him with tiredness. He pulled away with a gentle smile then placed a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving the comfort of Lenin’s wing. You watched him walk away giving Sgaeyl a goodbye with muddle words. The blue female dragon pressing her own snout on his chest pushing him to go. 

You had two dragons protecting you out here. Xaden had no right to worry about you with these two by your side. “Sleep well, Lenin,” You curled into his neck and the rumbling in his throat lulled you to sleep.

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It’s 2018, and the wizarding school has come a long way. The internet Wifi has been introduced, as well as a more general acceptance, though there are still those who live by the older ways. A dark lord is rising inside the school, whom’s mission is for the wizards and witches to rule over the world. Who will rise up with this dark lord, who names themself Valor? And who will step up to take him, or her, down?

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Muns must be 18+ to apply, for dark themes could be present.

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