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@ablev92 can't leave the boy hanging with nothing. This is not exactly your idea but something that hopefully will still scratch the itch. đ€âš
His girl
"It's beyond me how you stomach that guy," Violet breathed out, her body slumping onto the mat. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Xaden was desperate to keep her alive. Wasn't hard to see why especially considering that he had so openly brought her to train away from the rest of the group and with the rebellion bunch.
"Less talking more working, give me five more", you tapped Violet's thigh, urging her to do a couple more sit-ups. The girl's muscles were nowhere to be seen. It still was beyond you how she wasn't swept by the wind while crossing the Parapet. She huffed as she pulled up time after time. Then maybe the brain was the better asset to possess. "Rest for a bit, I don't want to see your lunch all over the floor", you threw a water bottle her way that she barely caught, chugging it down in no time.
You let yourself sink to the floor as you too started your warm-up. Itching for a real tassel. You haven't properly fought in a couple of weeks. Even since during one of the patrols you got mixed up in an ambush. You slid down your dragon and injured your shoulder. It was nothing major but the boys were mother hens so you were not allowed to do anything.
"Do you ever fight with him?", Violet gestured to Garrick once more. Your eyes moved over where both Xaden and he threw punches at one another across the room. Shirts were already discarded. But then most of the time these boys trained shirtless. Too much body heat they said. "Shouldn't you only have your eyes set on Xaden? He's a jealous type", you asked her teasingly. Leaning forward to stretch your back. You couldn't see her face but she no doubt was red like a tomato. Violet couldn't hide her emotions for shit. That was another thing Xaden should teach her.
"I thought Xaden was the scary one but...", she breathed. Her yapping was starting to get on your nerves but then Xaden chose you for a reason. The rest of the group would have already broken the girl or she would be crying in the corner. "Don't say it out loud Garrick's ego might explode", you chuckled, reaching to put your hair up into a messy bun. "But do you?", Violet urged. You could understand her fascination this group was quite a sight for sore eyes. "I fought with all of them. Imogen, Bodhi, Xaden, Garrick", you said casually, eyes locking on the person you hoped would finally look your way.
"And you walk off the mat?", you could feel her eyes on you but you were already shrugging your shirt off, leaving only a tight black sports bra on, "Well, I'm standing here, aren't I?", you winked her way as you stepped closer to the mats.
"Looks very fun but I'm borrowing Garrick", you said casually, motioning with your hand for Xaden to step away. The guy simply brushed his hand through his messy hair as he smirked. "I ain't fighting with you", Garrick said coldly, turning his attention back on Xaden as if you weren't standing right in front of him. You could hear oo's sounding all around the room. Even Xaden snickered. "I ain't got all day Riorson, let's...", Garrick grumbled but you struck first, fist colliding with his hand and making him drop his dagger.
"You little...", Garrick bit back as he turned towards you, his big shoulders flexing as he quickly threw a punch of his own. One that you quickly dogged. Elbowing him in his stomach as you turned. It almost looked like a dance as you both swirled around the fight mat. Eyes blazing. You managed to throw him off balance slightly hoping to deliver a final blow with your leg. Unfortunately, it was Garrick we were talking to. He was the best for a reason. His hand quickly wrapped around your ankle as he tugged, your back met the floor as an airy huff slipped past your lips.
"He will kill her", Violet nearly shouted, her knuckles pale as she gripped the water bottle. "Relax, enjoy the spectacle," Imogen mussed. And she wasn't wrong. Everyone had stopped to watch. "He will...", Violet was about to argue more but her eyes caught the smiles painting both of your lips. You had quickly wrapped your legs around Garrick's torso, arm logged in his throat as you managed to turn you both around. Chest heaving for air.
"Want to tap out?", you mussed, leaning closer to him, locking eyes with the man beneath you. Garrick had a proud smirk on his face. You watched him slowly lifting his hand off the mat, fully prepared to walk away from this. But that same hand quickly wrapped around your neck, throwing you off balance as he once again pinned you right beneath him, "Nice try baby", he breathed right by your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine.
"Press harder, I like it", you purred back, making him rare back as you stared at you, "You will be the death of me", he released his grip around you but his warning finger was still pointing at you. "Go fuck it out", Bodhi shouted across the room, making some people laugh. Garrick shot him a death glare. "Be careful, you might be laying beneath him next", you teased back, making Bodhi bite back a laugh as Garrick shook his head.
"Am I off bed rest now?", you asked as you followed him across the gym. "No", he breathed simply, "You're still in pain, your left hand twitched multiple times. It hasn't healed yet", Garrick said plainly as he reached for his water but you quickly kicked it out of reach. Garrick stilled for a heartbeat. The rest of the group was used to you both nagging at each other so almost no one paid you any attention.
"Let me train", you said firmly, only to let out a yelp as Garrick yanked you closer, pushing you against the walk as his frame toward over yours. "I said no", he hissed back. But you knew what this was. You had gone missing that night. They looked for you for two days straight. Well... Garrick did. Against all orders. No sleep. No food. His clothes were damp as he flew over and over. Followed by your dragon. You reached up to cup his face and Garrick instantly closed his eyes.
"I promise you that I'm well", you said softly, "nothing hurts, it's slightly sore, that's all", you tried to reason with this big broody man. "And your fingers", he reached for your palm, you knew what he was looking for, so you quickly moved each of your fingers around. Bending and flexing them. Garrick let out a sigh. "Fine", he breathed. "I can train with Bodhi...", "Like hell is anyone else touching you", Garrick hissed back, making you roll your eyes.
Stepping on your tippy toes you wrapped your arms around his neck, Garrick rose to his full height, making your feet dangle as you held up. His hands instantly reached down to cup your bum as you wrapped your legs around him. "You're lucky that I love you", he muttered as he carried you back to his preferred corner. You gave him your best angel smile that he only shook his head at. "I love you too, thank you for trusting me", you kissed the side of his neck softly, before your eyes darted back to the room. "If you feel..", Garrick started but you cut him off quickly, "Even the tiniest sense of pain I will tell you and we will stop". He nodded at your words, frown disappearing. Violet stood there with her big eyes still on you two. You quickly saluted her. "They're like...", she breathed out, making Imogen let out a chuckle, "Dating, fucking, loving - all of it", the female mused, "Just don't stare too much Garrick doesn't like it". Imogen tapped Violet's shoulder making her turn for the mat that exclusively belonged to Garrick. She knew without having to ask that your roll of training Xaden's girl was now her responsibility.
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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist.
Welcome to my first ever Kinktober. Over the course of the month of October I will be posting some spicy fics of our favourite fantasy boys from either requests or from ideas of my own. Everything posted below will be 18+, and will be tagged with appropriate trigger warnings. If anyone would like to be tagged in the below fics please let me know. Happy to do a taglist for those who want it. Thank you to all who submitted requests.
Kai Azer
Mirror Sex
Garrick Tavis
"Feel this? It's just for you.â & "My tongue still remembers the way you taste.â
Xaden Riorson
"Don't act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.â
Brennan Sorrengail
"Don't act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.â & "I told you, you would eventually start begging.â
Forgive Me
Bodhi Durran
Shower Masturbation Praise (Shower Masturbation Part 2)
Azriel
Bondage
Garrick Tavis x Brennan Sorrengail x Reader
Threesome
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The Fourth Wing Boys and their Kinks
Summary: Just what I think the boys' main kinks would be
Words: 3.9K words
Warnings: smut
â© Overstimulation - Xaden thrives on control and precision, and overstimulation is his way of showing just how deeply he can unravel you. He takes his time, pushing you further than you thought possible, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure until youâre shaking beneath him. His low, gravelly voice whispers in your ear, âYou can take more, canât you?â as his skilled hands and lips continue their relentless assault. Xaden watches every reactionâyour trembling limbs, breathless moansâwith a predatory satisfaction, proving that only he can bring you to this point of exquisite surrender.
â© Brat taming - Xadenâs authoritative personality means he doesnât tolerate defiance for longâbut he enjoys the challenge of taming a brat. When you test his patience with teasing remarks or deliberate disobedience, heâll pin you with a dark, warning look that promises consequences. âIs that how you want to play this?â he growls, his voice a dangerous purr. Xaden thrives on putting you in your place, using firm dominance tempered with just enough restraint to make you crave more. By the end, youâre begging for forgiveness as he reminds you whoâs really in control.
â© Semi-public - The danger and thrill of semi-public intimacy appeal to Xadenâs dark, commanding nature. Heâll pull you into a shadowed corner, his hand firm on your hip as he murmurs in your ear, âBe quiet, or theyâll hear.â His touch is deliberate, teasing you while maintaining enough composure to keep control of the situation. The risk of being caught only heightens his intensity, as he pushes boundaries and leaves you breathless, flushed, and craving more even as others are mere feet away.
â© Edging - Xaden has an unmatched patience when it comes to building anticipation. His touch is a tease, giving you just enough to drive you mad but never quite letting you fall over the edge. He watches every reaction intentlyâyour gasps, the way your body arches beneath himâall while holding you back with a devilish smirk. âNot yet,â heâll murmur, his tone dark and teasing. He enjoys knowing heâs the only one who can push you to the brink, dragging out the tension until youâre begging him to let go. The eventual release is explosive, leaving you trembling in his arms as he murmurs, âSee what happens when you trust me?â
â© Bondage - Xadenâs authoritative nature makes him an expert at restraintâboth physically and emotionally. He enjoys tying you up, his rough hands gliding over your skin as he secures you with precise, unhurried movements. He takes his time, ensuring you feel safe, whispering promises of whatâs to come. Thereâs a thrill in knowing youâre completely at his mercy, unable to touch him while he explores every inch of your body. Heâll linger, taking in the sight of you, his dark eyes filled with predatory satisfaction. âYou look perfect like this,â he murmurs, his voice low and laced with intent, right before he shows you exactly how much heâs capable of.
â© Thigh riding - Garrickâs serious, no-nonsense demeanour gives way to a deliciously commanding side in the bedroom. Heâll pull you onto his thigh, his hands firm on your hips as he guides your movements. His intense gaze locks on you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you lose control. âThatâs it,â he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. He revels in the power of knowing he can make you come undone with just his thigh, the tension in his body evident as he holds himself back from taking things furtherâuntil he decides youâve earned it.
â© Hair pulling - Garrickâs lack of patience shows through in his touch, rough and unrestrained when passion takes over. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp, his lips curving into a wicked smile at your reaction. âYou like that, donât you?â he teases, his voice laced with amusement and desire. For Garrick, hair pulling isnât just about controlâitâs about eliciting raw, unfiltered responses from you, something that feeds his need to break through his usual stoic exterior.
â© Face fucking - Garrickâs authoritative nature shines in this act, where he takes full control, ensuring youâre as much a participant as you are at his mercy. He guides you with firm, steady hands, his tone encouraging yet commanding. âGood girl,â he growls, his voice thick with arousal. Garrickâs focus is unwavering, watching you with intense eyes that hold a mixture of pride and hunger. Heâs mindful of your limits but pushes them just enough, ensuring that every moment feels like both a challenge and a reward.
â© Somnophilia - Garrickâs protective side translates into a fascination with your vulnerability, though he would never act without explicit trust and consent. On rare occasions, he might wake you with soft, lingering kisses and featherlight touches, murmuring your name as his hands explore your body. His low chuckle would accompany your sleepy, surprised reactions. âCouldnât wait,â heâd whisper against your skin, his tone teasing but tender. For Garrick, itâs about cherishing the intimacy of those quiet, unguarded moments where nothing exists but the two of you.
â© Body worship - Garrickâs serious, duty-oriented personality doesnât stop him from showing reverence for your body. His hands move with purpose, exploring every inch of you with quiet intensity. He takes his time, pressing kisses to scars, curves, and soft spots, his humor shining through as he murmurs playful compliments and earnest praise. âPerfect,â heâll say, his voice full of conviction, his eyes filled with adoration. For Garrick, body worship is about showing you how much he values youâevery mark, every flaw, every detailâand reminding you that youâre utterly, completely his.
â© Praise kink - Liam thrives on knowing he can make you feel good, both emotionally and physically. His words are genuine and heartfelt, spoken with an edge of playfulness that keeps the mood light. âYouâre so beautiful like this,â heâll murmur, his hands steady and warm as they explore your body. Liamâs praise comes from a place of deep admiration and careâhe enjoys building you up, reminding you just how much you mean to him in every whispered compliment and tender touch.
â© Cunnilingus - Liam is the definition of generous in the bedroom, and nothing brings him more satisfaction than focusing all his attention on you. Heâs thorough, patient, and utterly devoted, taking his time to learn exactly what makes you gasp and moan. Heâll lock eyes with you, a playful grin on his lips as he revels in every sound you make. âThatâs it,â heâll say, his voice husky with pride and arousal. For Liam, itâs not just an actâitâs a way of showing his loyalty and unwavering desire to put your pleasure first.
â© Breeding - Liamâs loyalty and protective instincts lend themselves to a fascination with the idea of creating something lasting and permanent with you. The thought of you carrying a piece of him makes his possessive side flare in the most tender way. Heâd pull you close, his tone a mixture of seriousness and affection. âYouâd look so good carrying my baby,â heâd whisper, his hands firm on your hips, his words equal parts tease and promise. For Liam, itâs about deepening the bond between you, a physical representation of the love and commitment he holds so fiercely.
â© Body worship - Liamâs charm and natural warmth make him an expert at lavishing attention on you. His hands are soft but firm, his lips leaving trails of kisses over every inch of your skin. Heâll pause at scars or imperfections, lingering to show his appreciation for every part of you. âEvery bit of you is perfect,â heâll murmur, his gaze full of sincerity. For Liam, body worship is his way of cherishing you, ensuring you never doubt how deeply he adores and values you.
â© Foreplay - Liam loves to take his time, making foreplay an essential part of the experience. His humour and charm shine here, as he uses teasing touches and playful banter to build anticipation. Heâll trace soft kisses along your neck, whispering dirty jokes or sweet compliments in your ear. His hands are everywhere, learning every inch of you and coaxing you into a state of absolute need before taking things further. For Liam, foreplay isnât just a precursorâitâs a way to connect with you emotionally and physically, ensuring every moment is unforgettable.
â© Cunnilingus - Bodhi takes immense pride in his ability to please you, and he approaches it with both enthusiasm and tenderness. His playful nature comes through as he grins up at you, clearly enjoying every sound you make. âYou taste so good,â heâll murmur, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you steady. For Bodhi, itâs not just about the physical actâitâs about making you feel completely adored and cared for. He loves seeing you let go under his touch, knowing heâs the one responsible for your pleasure.
â© Thigh riding - Bodhiâs tactile nature makes thigh riding one of his favourite ways to tease and connect with you. Heâll settle you on his lap, guiding your hips with firm hands, a playful smirk on his face as he encourages you to let loose. âCome on, sweetheart, show me what youâve got,â heâll say, his tone equal parts teasing and supportive. The friction and closeness drive him wild, and he loves the intimacy of having you so close, your pleasure written all over your face.
â© Body worship - Bodhiâs sweet and protective nature makes him a master of body worship. He takes his time, tracing kisses along every inch of your skin, murmuring soft words of admiration with every touch. âYouâre perfect, you know that?â heâll say, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. Bodhi focuses on making you feel completely cherished, his hands gentle but deliberate as they roam your body. For him, body worship is about showing you just how deeply he values every part of you, inside and out.
â© Marking - Bodhiâs protective streak and affectionate personality make marking you an irresistible form of connection. Heâs not aggressive about it but rather playful and intentional, leaving gentle bites, kisses, or love marks where only the two of you know to look. âGotta let everyone know youâre mine,â heâll tease, his tone light but with a possessive edge. Bodhi loves the idea of leaving reminders of your time together, a way of keeping you close even when youâre apart. His touch is always careful and full of affection, ensuring every mark is a testament to how much he cherishes you.
â© Somnophilia - Bodhiâs protective instincts make this kink a uniquely intimate experience for him. Heâs drawn to the trust it requires, ensuring youâre fully comfortable and consenting beforehand. Heâd wake you with soft, lingering touches, his voice low and soothing as he brings you to consciousness. âGood morning, gorgeous,â heâd murmur, his lips brushing against your skin as he eases you into pleasure. For Bodhi, itâs about blending affection and desire, making you feel safe and loved even in your most vulnerable moments.
â© Semi-public - Ridocâs humour and cheeky attitude make the idea of semi-public encounters irresistible. He enjoys the thrill of being caughtâwhether itâs in a secluded corner or in a place where thereâs just enough risk of discovery to get his heart racing. âItâs not really public,â heâll smirk, âjust a little bit naughty.â The risk of someone walking in makes every touch, every kiss, more charged, and Ridoc loves to tease, taking things just far enough to make you squirm with anticipation, all while still keeping it lighthearted and fun.
â© Cockwarming - Despite Ridocâs playful demeanour, thereâs a surprising intensity to his need for connection. Cockwarming allows him to be close to you for extended periods, where the attention isnât rushed, and he can just enjoy being near you. He may joke around about it, but deep down, itâs about claiming space with youâwithout words, just through quiet intimacy. âIâm not going anywhere,â heâll whisper with a grin, letting the tension between you both grow as time stretches on. Itâs a way for him to relax, feel grounded, and indulge in the closeness he craves without needing to rush.
â© Marking - Ridocâs protective side comes into play with marking. He isnât aggressive about it, but thereâs a playful, possessive edge to how he lays his claim. A quick nip on your neck or a mark left on your inner thigh, all done with a grin and a joke to lighten the mood. âYouâre mine now, love,â heâll tease, the lightheartedness making it clear heâs not trying to be domineeringâjust showing you he cares in his own, cheeky way.
â© Dry humping - Ridocâs tendency to turn everything into a joke extends to the teasing nature of dry humping. His quick wit and playful manner mean heâs not in a hurry to go straight to the finish line. Heâll slow things down, pressing against you, enjoying the friction and the way it drives you wild with anticipation. His commentary will keep the mood light, but the closeness and build-up make it far more than just playfulâhe knows exactly how to make you beg for more, all while keeping it fun and teasing. âWhat? Canât a guy get a little close?â heâll say with a mischievous grin, pushing you right to the edge of frustration.
â© Body worship - Ridocâs body worship isnât about reverence or slow adorationâitâs a playful, affectionate admiration of every inch of you. Heâll touch, kiss, and caress you with a light, teasing air, as though heâs trying to see how much he can make you squirm. âYouâre so damn beautiful,â heâll joke, but thereâs genuine affection in his voice as his hands trace over your body, paying attention to every detail. For Ridoc, itâs about making you feel adored while keeping the mood light and fun.
â© Praise Kink - Sawyer, with his steady nature and quiet confidence, would appreciate the validation of praise during intimacy. Heâs not one to flaunt his abilities or demand attention, but when it comes to satisfying you, he would be incredibly attentive and would enjoy the reassurance of hearing how much you appreciate him. His praise would be understated but earnest, low and smooth, always making sure you know how well youâre doing, and how beautiful he finds you. âYouâre perfect like this,â heâd murmur, the calm satisfaction in his voice making you feel cherished. For Sawyer, praise would be an intimate expression of trust and respect, not about feeding his ego but about connecting with you on a deeper level.
â©Â Silent sex - Given Sawyerâs composed and calm demeanour, silent sex would be something he finds deeply intimate. He doesnât feel the need for words to communicate with you during these moments; the silence would be a shared understanding between the two of you. His focus would be entirely on youâeach touch, every movement would be deliberate and purposeful. When it comes to making love to you, he doesnât need to speak to show how much he cares. His gaze, his slow, calculated movements, and the way his hands hold you close would be enough. The quiet moments are where Sawyerâs tenderness shines through, without the need for anything other than the connection between your bodies.
â©Â Cunnilingus - Sawyerâs attentiveness to your needs would make him a patient and thorough lover when it comes to cunnilingus. He would take his time, savouring every moment as he worships your body. The way he focuses on you, his hands gently holding your hips as he learns every contour of your pleasure, would be an act of devotion. His quiet, calculating mind would apply the same precision to this as he does with any challenge, ensuring youâre completely satisfied. âLet me take care of you,â heâd say softly, his voice a low promise as he shows you how much he values you. Sawyer would treat this act with reverence, a true sign of how deeply he wants to please you.
â©Â Hair pulling - Though Sawyer is generally calm and in control, his intensity would come through in moments of passion. Hair pulling would be a subtle but powerful way for him to express his desire, guiding you when things get heated. His approach would be firm but not harshâhe wouldnât pull roughly, but rather in a way that brings you closer to him. Heâd pull you into a kiss, using the grip on your hair to tilt your head just the way he wants, making sure youâre exactly where he wants you. âYou make me lose control sometimes,â heâd whisper, his voice low and breathy as he uses the act to both claim and connect with you.
â©Â Cockwarming - Sawyerâs need for connection and his ability to remain calm under pressure would make cockwarming a deeply intimate act for him. Heâs not one to rush, and he would enjoy the sensation of being close to you without the pressure to go further immediately. For him, itâs about closeness, the sensation of you against him, and the trust it builds between the two of you. He would enjoy the quiet intimacy of it, keeping you close, feeling your body against his while taking a moment to breathe and simply enjoy the bond. âJust stay with me a little longer,â heâd murmur, enjoying the connection, his hands softly caressing your skin as he holds you close.
â© Overstimulation - Brennanâs strategic mind would approach overstimulation with precision, as if orchestrating every touch to maximise your pleasure. He has the patience to carefully build you up, ensuring youâre pushed to the brink again and again, each time giving you just enough to keep you on edge. Heâd be meticulous in his actions, feeling every reaction you give as he carefully stretches your limits. âJust a little longer,â heâd murmur, his thumb brushing over your skin to calm you before he builds you up again, watching the way your body trembles for him. Thereâs a level of control and care, but also a subtle intensity in his need to take you to the edge of madness before finally letting go.
â© Cockwarming - Brennan would use cockwarming as a way to foster a deep, intimate connection without needing to rush. Itâs more about the quiet moment, the closeness, and his need to keep you near him. Heâd likely enjoy the sensation of simply being with you, even if it means waiting. âWeâre not in a hurry,â heâd say softly, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand as you rest against him. This act, for him, would be about claiming a small space in the world thatâs just for the two of you, even if itâs not overtly sexual. Thereâs a tenderness to itâa way of connecting without words.
â© Brat taming - Though Brennan doesnât seem the type to be openly dominant, his patience and ability to think things through would make him very good at brat taming. He wouldnât mind the pushback, recognising it as a challenge to be solved. When you act up, heâs likely to smile, knowing he has all the time in the world to bring you back into line. His voice would be calm, almost soothing, as he guides you back into submission. âYou can keep testing me, but youâll only end up exactly where I want you,â heâd say with a grin, letting his hands wander with gentle but firm authority. His approach would never be angryâmore like an opportunity to remind you whoâs in charge, without needing to raise his voice.
â© Rough - Despite his tendency to focus on strategic thinking and being calm under pressure, Brennanâs rough side would come out when he knows itâs what you need. His patience would flip into a sudden intensity, driven by his desire to take control and deliver a release for both of you. Heâd be firm, but never recklessâhis roughness would have purpose behind it, focused on bringing you to your breaking point with intent. âThis is what you wanted,â heâd say lowly, his hands gripping your hips as he moves with a force that contrasts with his usual composed nature. For him, roughness would be a way to show his intensity, grounded in his usual self-assurance.
â© Thigh riding - Brennan would likely enjoy thigh riding as a subtle, playful way to enjoy intimacy without diving straight into more intense acts. His focus on connection means heâd want to enjoy the sensation of you moving against him, your bodies close, without the pressure of rushing. He would love watching you ride his thigh, enjoying how your body responds to the friction. âYou look so good like this,â heâd murmur, a grin tugging at his lips as he enjoys the view of you, his hands resting on your hips to guide you with gentle encouragement. Itâs a mix of tenderness and desire, with a steady intensity that matches his personality.
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Rereading a lot of the character descriptions as I polish up the fourth and fifth chapter of Drifted (TBH, some of these descriptions in both books are disappointingly vague), and I have come to the conclusion, Tyrrish men are built like rugby players, right?
From growing up with and having many friends who play, that is all I envision.
Broad shoulders, tall as shit, thick necks (I cackled when I first read that). These are not lean, mean fighting machines. Violet wants to climb Xaden like a tree because heâs physically built like one, right? lol
Also, same goes for Imogen. The lady is stacked.
Just my weird editing thoughts.
New Chapters out this week!
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Found You Again
You'll Survive - Part 2
Garrick Tavis x Reader
Angst/Violence/PTSD
Minor Iron Flame spoilers
Summary: After Garrick finds you still alive, you both have to deal with the consequences of torture, the coming war, and your relationship.
Word Count: <10k
A/N: Get a beverage and get comfy, this is going to be a long one. Got a little carried away with this one, so it's going to be three parts. I have a few more scenes I want to add and didn't want to cram them all here! Hope y'all don't mind.
Part 1
All it takes is a moment and you are shooting up from the bed that you had apparently been laying in. A scream still tearing from your throat as you scan your surroundings frantically. There are beads of sweat pouring from your temples and you can feel your heart beating a rapid staccato that you canât seem to control.Â
As you continue to heave breaths in and out you wildly search from left to right for any threats, the lingering phantom of hands holding you down ghosting across your skin.Â
Your eyes finally snag on another pair staring at you with agonizing sorrow. You canât help the way you scramble back out of the bed and as far away from the figure as you can. Your brain tries to remind you this figure wonât hurt you, but you canât seem to connect the thoughts with the remnants of your dream that felt more like reality.
Your back finally hits cold stone and that makes you turn and jump again; memories of your head being smashed into the same type of stone only days ago vivid in your mind.
As the present slowly comes into focus and your dream fades away, your heartbeat slowing to a more reasonable rhythm, you finally begin to process the room in front of you.Â
Thereâs no longer the smell of rotten earth and the metallic iron of dried blood, the floors are clean and thereâs a large window showing the beginning cracks of sunlight rising from the horizon. You try to continue taking deep breaths as your gaze finally sweeps back to the pair of eyes that had you scrambling back before.
You meet the hazel gaze that shines with unshed tears and a sorrowful look on his face that you had never seen before. No one could miss the way that he is holding himself to the chair that he has been sitting in, obviously an effort not to move or scare you. You can hear the wood of the chair creaking under the pressure and his knuckles turning his pale skin even whiter.  Â
You both stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, neither one of you speaking seeming to not want to break the spell that youâre both in.Â
You slowly begin to straighten yourself from the shrunken in shape you had taken when waking from your nightmare. As you do, you notice that you are no longer in your torn and shredded flight leathers you were tortured in. Now, you are in oversized training clothes that you know must be Garrickâs. Your hand moves to your hair and the strands slide through your fingers. Someone must have bathed and changed you after you were mended.
You continue to look around the room you are in and take in the way that it looks lived in and has notes of Garrick all around. Thereâs a tapestry over the large inner wall that has a desk in front of it and a weapons rack right next to it. You canât help the way you notice the number of swords that are littered on the other wall making rainbow of glittering sharp weapons.
Out the corner of your eye, you can see Garrickâs form slowly move from grasping the chair with a death grip to relaxing his hands in his lap. You swallow, noting the scratch of your throat as you do. The memory of the scream you awoke to striking in your mind. You bring your hand up to your throat and tap, hoping that he will understand the gesture and get you some water.Â
Garrick gives you a short nod before he moves to the small table that is beside the bed. You watch as he pours a glass of water before turning back to you and slowly making his way to where you stand. Neither one of you deigns to speak as if either of you do the spell will be broken.Â
As he hands you the glass, you give him a curt nod before taking a few steps out of his reach. His eyes continue to look pained, and his arm falls back to his side as if in defeat.Â
You slowly take sips of the water trying to relish in the way the liquid quells the scratch of your throat. It doesnât escape your notice that something that was so trivial now seems to be such a luxury. The use of your hands, a mended body, the ability to move away from someone whether a threat or not. You hold onto the glass with both hands as you continue to drink the water while walking back to the bed. You sit on the side and let your body drop back in relief of not being restrained.Â
Emotions hit you hard suddenly and you look at your hands noticing the way theyâve begun to tremble. You let yourself slide from the bed onto the floor carefully placing the glass at your side. As you finally make contact with the ground, you clasp your hands together trying to steady them. Leaning your head against the mattress, you canât control the gasp that leaves your mouth as your throat constricts and tears begin to stream down your face. You continue to take gasping breaths as the tears fall and your head stays firmly planted against the mattress.Â
As the fog of emotion slowly begins to clear, you hear carefully measured footsteps come towards you. Turning your head slightly, you watch as Garrick comes towards you slowly. He crouches down not far from where youâve melted into the floor, and you notice the tear streaks that mar his pale cheeks. Your gazes collide and thereâs nothing but raw, charged emotion hanging in the air. If the last week had never happened, you would be laughing at the way the mountain of muscle before you had become so tentative. Gone was the bravado and over-confident air that seemed to follow him around.
âC-Ca-Can I touch you?â He questions stammering, his tone quiet and reserved.Â
Your mind is suddenly a cacophony of thoughts. The anger that youâd been clinging onto burning bright, the fear of anyone touching you in any way, and the undeniable want to be held close and safe by the man in front of you waging a war on every front.Â
âP â Please donât.â You whisper as the fear and then anger win out over the softer emotions roiling within you.Â
You know that the fear youâre feeling must have leeched into your voice, because itâs almost as if you can see the heart of the man in front of you breaking as the words leave your mouth.Â
âWhat can I do?â He mumbles as he seems to waver on how exactly to move forward.Â
You look at him with a mix of sadness, resolve, and anger in your features before replying. âNothing.â
The fear and helplessness you were feeling moments ago morphing into the relentless anger that you had harbored for the man sitting next to you. Itâs with that spark of fire that ignites in your body that you find yourself getting up from the floor and marching towards the door.
âWait!â Garrick calls from behind you as you go to open the door. Youâre immediately met with a barrage of sounds that cause you to shrink back. Your eyes wide with pure fear, darting back and forth among the cadets that seem to be milling about wherever you are.Â
You immediately close the door again, your breaths coming in ragged pants as you plaster yourself to the back of the door. Terrified eyes look back up at Garrick before the questions start rapid firing in your mind.
âWh-where are we?â The question coming out with pure confusion laced in your words. You knew you couldnât be at Basgiath, but all those people couldnât possibly be lieutenants.Â
âYouâre at Riorson House in Aretia.â He says in a calm tone.
âWho are all those people?â Your brows furrow trying to make sense of everything thatâs happening all at once.
âThey are all the cadets that defected when Riorson and I came for Violet.â As he continues to explain, you watch as he slowly moved forward. His hands are fisted at his sides and look as if they are trying to hold him in place.Â
âWhen I finally found you again.â He continues as if the thought of getting to Basgiath for anyone but you wasnât worth his time to dwell on. His hand starts to reach out for you of its own accord, but he finally realizes, and it falls back to his side.
As the facts start taking shape in your mind, you canât help the confusion that seems to blanket you as well.Â
âDefected? Are you telling me that you took me, injured, from the little protections that Navarre does offer?â You incredulously look back at him, your eyes boring into his soul.
Garrick seems taken aback by your phrasing of the question and rage flashes in his eyes. âWhat protections?â His voice starts to raise slightly as the anger builds.
âDo you really think torturing you within an inch of your life is much protection? Of course, I fucking took you! I wasnât leaving you with those sadistic fuckers.â He hisses, the switch to anger turning palpable as you see memories haunt his face.
He stops just a few steps from you and brings his face down to be level with yours. âAnd I would fucking do it again if it means knowing you are safe. I donât give a shit whether you like it or not.â
Your face contorts into a sneer as the anger you felt before being taken roars back to life. But you arenât complaining because at least the anger can drown out the fear. With that knowledge, you turn again back to the door and fling it open while Garrick tries to grab your arm, the fear you had shown him forgotten as he tries to catch up with you.Â
You have no idea where you are going, you are just moving down the hallway trying to get away from the man that is yelling your name. You slink through the cadets that are milling about as fast as you can, using your smaller agile frame against Garrickâs herculean form. You descend the stairs and find a door open to the left and swiftly enter trying to escape.Â
Unfortunately, it seems Zinhal has other plans for you today. As you suddenly come to a halt you look around and see that youâre obviously now in a training room that regrettably contains Bodhi, Xaden, and Imogen. The three of them turn to you with slight shock on their faces before you can hear Garrickâs voice burst into the room.
âY/N.â He breathes in an exasperated breath before looking at the other three gathered as well. His eyes seeming to zero in on Bodhi.
You watch as Garrick stomps over to Bodhi with deadly intent. His uncertainty on how to handle the situation with you crumbling all the restraint left to his anger, fear, rage, and powerlessness to fix the torture you had to endure.
âYou.â He growls menacingly while staring at him with a murderous gleam.Â
âYou knew she was fucking alive and didnât think to tell me!â He roars. âI never thought my âbrotherâ would keep something like that from me.â
Bodhiâs face falls completely and thatâs when you know that you must step in. You may not be overly friendly with Bodhi, but he doesnât deserve to be treated badly because of the spot you put him in. You walk in between the two right before Garrick goes to grab Bodhiâs collar. You push Garrickâs hand aside and look up at him with a fire dancing in your own eyes.
âI made that decision for him.â You utter coldly.Â
Garrick finally removes his gaze from Bodhi and looks down at you, the anger in his eyes softening in some of its sharpness.Â
âBodhi told me to write you the minute he saw me land at Basgiath, but I tied his hands.â You explain with no hint of remorse. âYou left me behind, all while your little pink girlfriend smirked at me in smug satisfaction. You showed your cards to me, remember?â
Garrickâs anger seems to evaporate, and his entire expression turns into regret, but this time you arenât swayed.Â
âThen I went to Eltuval and found myself alone on patrol and learning that venin and wyvern were real. Alone. Something I believe you know a little about.â You add sarcastically as you gesture to the expanse of Riorson House.Â
Your anger at the whole situation and what you had to face alone comes rushing back. A derisive laugh bubbling up at the predicament you find yourself in.
âYou left me behind, told me I would survive without you, then I was left alone on watch and became the number one target for a massive wyvern doing its own patrol of Navarreâs borders.â You revealed while the anger and level of your voice began to rise.Â
The expression on Garrickâs face is laughable to say the least. You watch as his regret turns to disbelief back to anger and finally lands back on regret.Â
âThat â Thatâs impossible.â A female voice stammers from behind you.
You huff a humorless laugh and turn towards the voice. You narrow your eyes in a glare at the girl staring back at you in disbelief.Â
âTell that to the scars on my back from the wyverns razored feathers.â You say as you stalk towards Violet with an ominous look in your eyes.
âDid you think that your little group was the only one who found themselves the victim of the cadreâs wrath? Did you think they were only after your precious Wingleader?â You spit the derision in your tone obvious as you gesture towards the brooding shadow wielder.
âYou are more naĂŻve than I thought if you believe that Colonel Aetos was only going to go after the marked ones alone.â You asserted as you walked into Violetâs space, looking down at the girl who was a few inches shorter than you.
You couldnât help the mocking laugh that slipped past your lips when you noticed Xaden step up to her back as if you intended on hurting the girl in front of you.
âDonât worry, Riorson. I have absolutely no intention of hurting your dear girl. I just want her to realize that you werenât the only ones that the cadre had an issue with.â You sneered with boredom lacing your tone.Â
âNow if your little family gathering will excuse me.â You gesture towards all the ones gathered there making a circling motion with your hand. âIâm going to get some fresh air.â
You take three steps away before you feel a large, calloused hand wrap around your upper arm. You canât help the way you flinch and your eyes flash at the touch.
âYou canât go out there by yourself. Itâs dangerous and anything could happen to you.â Garrick explains sounding like heâs trying to reason with you. You forcefully pull your arm from his grip before turning around.
âNo, see hereâs where youâre wrong.â You purr with conviction while thrusting your finger into his chest forcefully. âI can do whatever the fuck I want. If I die,â you shrug your shoulders conveying your nonchalance âthen so be it. At least I wonât be haunted by the nightmares any longer.â
âI will not let you put yourself in unnecessary danger.â Garrick barked blocking you from your path.
You take your time looking back directly into those hazel eyes. âYou, my dear Garrick, lost your fucking privilege of caring about what I do about five months ago. Why donât you go rut with one of the other mares in your stable and leave me the fuck alone.â
As you swiftly turn your body and continue your walk, there was no way to avoid hearing the shocked gasps at the words you said. Even though you knew you still loved Garrick, your heart was walled off to him after he became just another one of the men who continued to disappoint you.Â
Right before you closed the door, you couldnât help overhearing Garrickâs loud curse and a roaring bang that you surmised must have been a punch to the nearest punching bag or possibly a wall. A small, satisfied smirk crawled across your face when you realized that you could successfully still get under Garrickâs skin.
As soon as you were outside the heavy wooden doors of the fortress, you looked down and noticed the shifting of shadows.
âLeave me the fuck alone Riorson.â You spit while stepping over them.Â
As you kept walking, you found yourself entering the small, reconstructed town of Aretia. You had heard stories of the burning and due to your interest in geography and history had more knowledge than your average cadet. However, you had no idea where you were going; you just knew that you needed to get away.Â
You continued along the path, but still noticed the wisp of a shadow that followed you. Clearly Xaden wasnât going to let you be alone, so you knew what you would have to do to throw off your wisping tail. Without much thought, you walked into the nearest shop that was bustling with townspeople trying to do their daily shopping.Â
The minute you stepped in, you changed your entire appearance with the aid of Diomatâs power. You made your hair shorter and darker, your eyes a shade of sapphires you hadnât seen anyone else have and reduced the look of your height. As soon as your looks were fully disguised, you walked back out of the shop. Taking a deep breath when you were finally away from the crowd, and you stepped into the shade of the nearest tree. Looking around for your unfortunate addition, you were happy to find that you mustâve slipped the shadows notice.Â
When you confirmed there was no longer a wisp following you, you proceeded to continue your walk into town.
You couldnât help the smile that immediately lit up your face as you watched children playing and motherâs going about their days. Something about seeing this domesticity made your resolve about fighting in the coming war harden. You knew there was no way that you would let these people suffer if you didnât have to. Especially after experiencing what torture could be doled out from your own cadre, let alone an enemy.Â
After walking a while, you found a small café and ordered a hot chocolate while sitting at one of the small tables. You sat there watching the calm lives of the civilians outside and continued to smile in your revelry of the small things. You were so engrossed in your own daydream that you startled when you felt a hand on your shoulder.
Looking up in a swift turn, you are surprised to find a pair of liquid silver eyes staring back at you. You couldnât help the way you appraised the stranger. You had never seen a man with such mesmerizing eyes. You continued to stare at the man in front of you, now noticing his raven hair and warm honey skin.Â
âCan I help you?â You asked as you continued appraising the stranger in front of you.
âIâm sorry to bother you. But I had to ask as I was unsure if I was hallucinating. Did you change your appearance in that shop across the road?â He queried you while giving a slight tilt to his head indicating the shop you had left.Â
You turned a little sheepish not really knowing how much you should reveal to the man in front of you.
âI donât mean to catch you off guard.â He continues with a placating tone. âIâm a guard at Riorson House and by the clothing, I assumed you were a rider, and obviously noticed you before the hair and eye color change.â
You shake your head in acknowledgement before giving him a reply.
âYes, I did. I was just trying to shake a little shadow and have some time to myself.â
He nods in acceptance obviously realizing what exactly you are insinuating.Â
âAh, yes. The real question is why Lieutenant Riorson is needing to follow you around.â He added pure curiosity in his face.
âIf youâre asking if Iâm a threat, I can assure you Iâm not. After days of torture, Iâm not sure how much of a menace I could be right about now.â You muse not afraid to share your misfortunes.Â
âSo, are you the Sorrengail or Lieutenant Tavisâ interest?â
You canât help the laugh that escapes you at the remote possibility you could be Violet Sorrengail.Â
âIâm not naĂŻve enough to be Sorrengail. Besides, do you really think Riorson would let her out of his sight?â You criticized seeing that you canât imagine how someone who was hailed at being so smart couldnât imagine that the cadre of Navarre wouldnât just take out anyone they saw as a threat in any way.
âSo, youâre the one that Tavis thought was dead.â He surmises.Â
Your eyes widen slightly and then narrow in suspicion.Â
âAnd exactly how do you know that?âÂ
He gives a small smile before continuing. âI promise I mean you no harm and I donât report back to Riorson or Tavis if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âIf thatâs the case. How exactly do you know all of this? I canât imagine that the love lives of mere lieutenants are the subject of gossip.â You canât help but question this man that has seemingly popped up out of nowhere.
He nods in understanding and gestures asking to sit at the table that Iâve taken residence at. You offer the seat, and he immediately sits down across from you.Â
âYouâre right in one instance. People arenât normally interested in the love lives of the Lieutenants. However, Iâm guessing you are aware of why people would be concerned with Riorsonâs life.â You give a slight shift of your head confirming your understanding.
âBeing that Riorson is the most important person to the Tyrrish people, it does not escape them that Tavis is his right hand. Therefore, both of their lives are heavily scrutinized from the Assembly, hence my knowledge on the subject.â
He goes on to continue to regale you with stories of both men, including Bodhi in the bunch. He takes time to explain how the Assembly learned of your existence since you were apparently a wrench in their plans. No one expected Garrick to be entangled with anything more than physical, let alone a first year. Â
You also learn that this manâs name is Fabien, and he has been a guard at Riorson House since about two years after the Apostasy. His family owns the cafĂ© that you are currently sitting in, but they had previously been servants at Riorson House as well.Â
Oddly enough, you begin to let your guard down and find yourself being drawn into the grey eyes and warm personality of the man in front of you. It has been a while since you had met someone so open and willingly trusting.Â
You could only think that a person like Fabien would be torn down immediately at Basgiath. The sad reality that the thought even crossed your mind crashing into you.
Soon enough, the light of the sun began waning into the horizon beyond the cliffs. You looked out at the setting sun and something in the shift of your facial features mustâve given away your decision to get back to Riorson House.Â
âI know itâs getting late, and I imagine that you need to get back. Would you mind if I escort you back to the fortress?â Fabien asks as you both rise from the table.Â
âIâd hate to be a bother, especially if you werenât planning on going back today.â You say giving him an easy out from his ask. Although you were hoping he would still want to as you were slightly unsure of how to get back to the fortress.
âI insist. Iâm more than confident you can handle yourself, but I will feel better if youâd allow me to escort you.â He declares.
âI expect you to accept his offer, Bold One.â Diomat slithers into your mind, reminding you that sheâs watching out for you as well.
âYes, maâam.â You sass back, smiling at the exasperated huff you hear down your bond.
You nod your head in agreement and push in the chair that you had been relaxing in all day. As soon as you step into the night air you canât help the shiver that crawls up your spine, the oversized training clothes not doing much to shield from the chill of the October air. Fabien must see your discomfort because not even ten steps later, he has thrown his cloak over you and closed the middle clasp. You give him a small thankful smile before you both continue your saunter back towards the doors of the fortress.
As you walk with him, you find yourself continuing to fall into conversation and chat about anything and everything. He takes great care to point things out around the town and let you know little stories from both his childhood and the âthree musketeersâ that ran terror around the town growing up. In return, you tell him stories of your childhood growing up on the coastline and the scuffles you got yourself into with your siblings.Â
As you both get to the gates of Riorson House, you canât hold in the boisterous laugh that tears from you at a particularly funny story involving three small children and a two-tiered chocolate cake. As you round the corner, you see a tall, muscled figure pacing back and forth in front of the wooden doors. The minute the sound of your laugh touches his ears, you watch as he turns to look directly at you.Â
Garrickâs eyes twinkle at the sound of your laugh before his gaze follows to the person that is standing next to you. His eyes immediately harden at the man standing next to you. You watch as he strides towards you with clear purpose.
Without giving him too much attention, you turn to Fabien and go to unclasp his cloak. However, before you can undo the clasp, Fabien touches your hand stopping you.
âPlease keep it.â He says while looking out the corner of his eye, obviously watching the mountain of muscle that is marching straight towards you.
âYou donât have to do that.â You go to protest, but he shakes his head.
âI know I donât have to, but Iâd like if you would.â He states. âIâd also like to see you again sometime, whenever you arenât too busy.â
You go to respond to him, but you are cut off by a gruff voice replying before you. âSheâs too busy all the time.â
You turn a glare at the man that has decided he needed to put himself between the two of you. You step around Garrick and give him a glare that he doesnât acknowledge.
âWeâll see each other again.â You say looking at the man who has treated you as more than a beautiful annoyance all afternoon. âIâll make sure to stop by when I get some free time. In the meanwhile, thank you so much for the wonderful afternoon, stories, and the cloak.â
Fabien gives you a slight bow and nod with his smile before he turns on his heels and you watch as he walks outside the fortress walls. You spin on your heels and head towards the doors. As you go to open the door, a large hand covers yours and turns your body to face them.
You look up at Garrick with a face of exasperation your eyes turning tired.Â
âHow did you slip past Xadenâs shadows?â He questions.Â
âThatâs none of your business, Lieutenant.â You snap at him.
âWhy wonât you just talk to me? Iâve been sitting next to that bed for three days waiting for you to wake up. Praying to any gods who would listen to make sure youâd be alright.â He explains while running a hand through his hair.Â
âWill you ever give me another chance?â He says quietly.Â
âWhat chance do I need to give?â You snarl back harshly. âYou made your decision and told me that I would survive without you, didnât you? So here I am, surviving without you.â
You watch as he rakes his hand through his hair again and blows out a growl of utter frustration.
âYes, I said that, and I was a fucking idiot.â He starts as he moves closer to you. âYou donât know how much I regretted those words the moment you mounted Diomat and left me behind. Hell, the moment they left my mouth.â
His hand rises to your face and cups the side of your jaw, his thumb rubbing lazy circles over your cheek.Â
âThen I flew back to Basgiath after Resson and the only bright light I could think of was your face.â A faraway look clouds his eyes as the memory fizzles inside his mind.
âWhen everyone was trying to play their part to make sure no one knew the truth, I kept searching formation for you. I looked up and down every row, every face looking for your eyes.â He recounts. âI was standing there trying to breathe and keep my composure so that we could sell our story. But the only thing I wanted to do was run down to your squad and ask every single person where you were.â
You take a deep breath as you stare into the worried hazel eyes that seem to dart all around your face as if cataloging every detail.Â
âWhat do you want from me Garrick?â You ask tiredly not knowing whether youâre willing to give the man in front of you anything anymore.
âYou.â He says breathlessly while bringing his forehead to rest on yours. âI fucking want you.â
You can feel how tense his body is from holding himself back from rushing to crush your body to his. Every muscle in his arms seem to sing with want to move and not let go, but you arenât convinced.
You push yourself back from him and take his hand from your face. You bring it down and let it fall limp next to his body.Â
âYou of all people knew how many men in my life have let me down.â You reply, drawing your gaze down with the tears that are beginning to fill your eyes. You lift them back to Garrick and let him see your eyes shine with held back emotion.
âI was expecting better from you. I was expecting to be your priority, but I wasnât. Not to mention you were keeping secrets. I feel like I donât even know you.â You tell him as a single tear slips down the side of your face.Â
Garrickâs face becomes a whirlpool of emotion as your words crash around him. He knew all the ways men in your life had failed you, yet he let himself do the same.Â
âI was tortured because of your secrets that you didnât see fit to tell me.â You canât help the small shake of your head in disbelief and the haunted look of your eyes. âYou knew that I would keep any secret and take it to my grave before putting anyone in danger, especially you. However, you chose to take my agency. You chose what you thought was best, with Iâm sure some assistance from your friendly shadow. But, at the end of the day, you made your decisions.â
You begin to walk towards the heavy doors again before turning back towards the man that held your entire heart.Â
âNow itâs time for me to make my own decisions. It will be on my terms if anything else happens between us.â
As you enter the fortress, the realization that you have nowhere to go dawns on you after remembering it was Garrickâs room you woke up in. As if in answer to your question, Xaden steps out of one of doorways in the hallway in front of you. With purpose written on your features, you walk up to your previous Wingleader.Â
âI need a room to stay in.â You say unceremoniously to the man standing in front of you.
He looks at you with a hint of confusion on his face, before nodding his head and walking further into the fortress. You follow him and hope that youâll be able to keep the talking to a minimum.Â
âAre you sure that you donât want to stay where you are?â He asks while continuing to walk forward, though he does turn to glance back at you. âThe rooms in the family wing are significantly larger than those in the barracks.â
âIâm sure.â You canât help the terse way you respond.Â
Suddenly he turns and faces you. The quick way he moves and turns towards you has you retreating and running into the wall. You can feel the way that your face has twisted in fear at his movements and watch as the brooding man before you softens uncharacteristically.Â
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to frighten you.â He softly says while taking a few steps back. âWeâll get you assigned a room, but you should know that Garrick isnât going to like being separated from you after everything.â
Your eyes roll at the statement and Xaden looks at you with a sad understanding.Â
âTrust me when I say that both of us have said and done things in the past year that we deeply regret.â He starts in a rare moment of vulnerability from the hard man he usually is. âIâm not going to try and convince you to be with Garrick, but I do want you to know that it wasnât Garrickâs call to leave you for War Games. It was mine.â
âI know that.â You argue. âIt wasnât the not being taken, it was the way he handled it and the words he said.â
You huff a cynical laugh before continuing. âIâm sure even Violet would admit that every girl wants the man that sheâs with to show a little fight when it comes to her.â
It was then that Xaden blew out a huff of his own. âYou may think that he didnât fight for you. But you didnât see him after he saw you in that chamber. When Aetos caught you after you fainted,â He stops shaking his head while recollecting the memory. âIâve never seen Garrick move so fast to get to you and wrap you in his arms. When flying back here, he wouldnât even let anyone else touch you.â
âNot to mention, you need to realize that sometimes a man makes a decision purely on the thought of keeping the woman he loves safe.â He catches me before I can open my mouth to argue back. âWhether or not she may like what that decision is. Sometimes he may prefer her to hate him if that means sheâs safe.â
You look into the eyes of the man in front of you and his face is nothing but open and serious. You give him a curt nod noting your understanding before he turns back around, and you both continue down the hallway.Â
Good to his word, Xaden finds you a room and even though you expected to be in the barracks, your room ends up being on the floor underneath the family rooms. You thank him for helping you and close the door to your room.Â
You heave out a large breath before unceremoniously dropping yourself onto the bed. You turn and let your eyes drift to the ceiling of the room trying to quiet your churning mind.
______
Due to the amount of mending that you had to have after Varrishâs particularly brutal forms of torture, you were given some time off before having to join in with the rest of the cadets. However, after learning of your fate in Eltuval, you were summoned to the Assembly to explain exactly what you saw.
As you walked into the large room, you couldnât help but notice the long table that ran the length of the room with several members lining each side. However, the thing that really took your attention was the large chair sitting slightly higher than all the rest and not just the chair, but the man lounging in it.Â
There was Xaden sitting in the half-burned chair, legs stretched out in front of him with a bored look on his face. And if there was any question left in your mind about where Garrick fell, it was answered today. There he was stood behind the chair with his twin swords strapped to his back, arms folded across his chest looking as if he was assessing each and every person and the threat they may pose.Â
A General guarding his King.
Garrickâs eyes met yours and you watched as his stance softened ever so slightly, the same way it always would at Basgiath. A sad smile sprawled across your lips as you shook your head slightly at the memory.Â
âCadet L/N.â You looked up as a man with auburn curls called your name and motioned you to take a seat at the middle of the table. âWe appreciate you talking to us about your experience in Eltuval. Feel free to begin whenever youâd like.â
You make your way to the seat and tentatively sit down. You heart begins to flutter in your chest and nerves begin to make you stomach tighten. You place your hands in your lap to stop them from shaking and take a deep breath to try and steady yourself.
âIâm not sure how much information that I have to share that will enlighten you more than what you already know.â You start, suddenly feeling very self-conscious with all of these older riders.
âI was given orders to patrol a specific area within the borders of our position at Eltuval. Diomat and I proceeded to the area and began our patrol as normal. About a half an hour into the watch, there was a large roar from the northwestern part of our patrol.â You take another fortifying breath before the assembly seems to fade and your eyes become your memories.
âAs I looked towards the sound, blue flames erupted from the mouth of the beast. I consulted with my dragon, as I wasnât sure what exactly I was looking at. Diomat confirmed that it was a wyvern and confirmed that I could kill it with a blade that Lieutenant Tavis had previously gifted me.â As you finish your sentence, your eyes involuntarily flick to the man in question.
âDiomat then flew towards the wyvern as it headed straight for us in return. As we made our way there, I utilized my signet to be able to get down on the wyverns back. Once there, I slammed the blade in and was able to slash through half of its neck while it flailed.â
âRegrettably, I was thrown into its razored mane before I was flung into the air. Luckily, Diomat was able to catch me, and we returned to the outpost. From there, my wounds were tended to, and I told the cadre that I was hurt from falling from Diomatâs back.â As you finish, you look around the room at the eyes staring back at you. A mix of disbelief and astonishment fixed on all their faces, all but one. Garrick is looking as if he might be sick from the recounting of your tale.Â
âAre you saying that you jumped on the back of a wyvern and killed it with your own hands?!?â A man with a hawkish nose barks out incredulously.
Your head immediately whips to him and your eyes narrow. âWhy the hell would I lie?â You challenge the man.
âWhy should we believe this tale? The whole thing sounds of fairytales.â A woman with an axe strapped to her back argues back.
âI thought venin and wyvern were fairytales, yet here we are in an Assembly room that is trying to figure out best way to beat them.â You fume as you gesture to the people sitting around the table while standing up from your seat.Â
âAnd even though I shouldnât have to fucking qualify my story for you to believe me, how about I fucking show you.â The anger at their accusations has turned your body into a raging wildfire.Â
With that fire burning in your veins, you turn around and lift the back of your shirt. Thereâs no way to ignore the gasps of horror that leave the mouths of the people in the room. You know what theyâre seeing, large scars that bisect through the part of the relic that Diomat placed on your back.
âSo yes, I jumped on the back of a damn wyvern and killed it. And no, it wasnât a fucking fairytale.â After you finish speaking you bust out of the room, the fire in your veins still burning brightly.
You know from experience there are only two ways to burn the fire licking at you. You decide that its been too long since youâve seen Diomat and find yourself immediately making a beeline for the large front doors. Just before you are about to grab one of the handles and swing the door open, a large hand wraps around your arm.
You are immediately tugged around and enveloped in large arms. Your anger is still burning hot on the surface so thankfully the fear of being restrained hasnât bubbled up.Â
âGods.â Garrick breathes as he holds you tightly. âItâs so much worse than I thought it was.â
âWhat did you think I was making it up too?â You huff out cynically. He moves one of the hands from the hug and pulls back slightly to grab your chin in his hand.Â
âOf course, I didnât. I was just hoping it wasnât as bad as I thought. But apparently, it was worse.â He answers his eyes serious with a hint of sadness. The next thing you know heâs huffing out a small laugh. âI donât know whether I want to be angry with you for risking your life so recklessly or just be in wonder at how astonishing you are.â
Now it was your turn to scoff. âYou can be both, but I need to get out of here.â With that you turn from the man and make your way outside of the fortress.
Youâre thankful that Diomat shares your mind, because without you even having to ask, she touches down in the large courtyard upsetting the guards and garden below. Without caring, you mount your dragon and immediately take to the skies.Â
After a few hours, your lack of flight leathers begins to wear on you as you become colder and colder.
âDiomat, how close to town can you get me?â You ask your dragon hoping that you can finish of this tiring day with a warm cup of hot chocolate.Â
âI can take you to the edge of the woods. Due to the civilians, they ask the dragons not to get too close and scare them. If you walk the path, then you should be at the town in about ten minutes from what Chradh says.â She confirms down your bond.
You look down giving the back of your dragonâs neck a raised eyebrow as you hear her mention Chradh.
âWhy are you speaking with Chradh all of a sudden?â Your eyes narrowing in suspicion.Â
You hear a huff of amusement in your mind before she replies. âI suppose because his rider keeps pestering him about my whereabouts, and therefore yours as well.â
You canât help the snarking laugh that you let out while Diomat begins to descend into the woods. âWell how about you just let him know youâre going back to the valley and leave me out of this one.â
As you begin walking away, Diomat huffs a blast of steam at you before nudging you with her maw. You glance back at her and give a wide smile.
As you begin your walk into town, the anger seems to bleed out of you again as you enjoy the day-to-day activities of the people around you. Soon enough, you find yourself outside of the cafĂ© again and a smile breaks across your face as you see Fabien wave you in from the window.Â
âCome in.â He says as he steps out from behind the counter. âI didnât expect to see you in here so soon.â
âI didnât anticipate a visit today, but Iâm in need of a warm beverage.â You admit. âPreferably, one of those delicious hot chocolates.â You say sheepishly.
A genuine smile breaks across Fabienâs face.  âOf course, thatâs no problem at all.â
You watch as Fabien disappears behind the counter to make your hot chocolate. Settling into the chair, you let your head fall to stretch your neck muscles from the flight and take a deep breath. Suddenly you feel someone tapping on your shoulder and you go to move your head expecting to see Fabien looking back at you.
Looking up, you are met with a pair of light green eyes. The snarl that formed on your lips was purely instinctive. Why couldnât this little group just leave you alone when you wanted to be alone?
âWhy canât you all just go the fuck away?â You sighed exaggeratedly.
âBecause you are going to stay seated and listen whether you like it or not.â You canât help but roll your eyes at the commanding tone that Imogen takes.Â
âWell, I donât like it. So how about I donât listen.â You were in no mood to listen to anything the girl in front of you had to say.
âLook, Iâm not here for you. Iâm here because I love Garrick.â You canât help the way your eyes widen and look back at Imogen when she finishes her statement.
âOh-kay.â You say unsure on how to proceed. âWe arenât together, so Iâm unsure as to why you need to talk to me about him. If you want to tell him you love him, shouldnât you be saying that to him.â
Imogen rolls her eyes at you while beginning to sit in the seat across from yours.Â
âThe bastard is more than aware of my feelings.â She replies tersely. âBut that doesnât matter when he only has eyes for you.â
âI know that Xaden has already talked to you.â She goes on to explain and you quirk your eyebrow at the girl in front of you. âDonât look so surprised, we all talk. Besides, its time to get off your high dragon and forgive the man.â
âExcuse me.â You say incredulously. You honestly canât believe Imogen would have the gall to say that considering she wants to be with Garrick.
âLook, I get it. He was an asshole. Welcome to Garrick and his best friend Xaden for that matter. If you wanted the sweet one, you shouldâve gone for Bodhi.â She continues. âI know Xaden told you that Garrick was doing what he thought was best, but it wasnât only that.â
âHe was doing what he wished he couldâve done for his own family. His mother. Heâs always pushed women away because of losing his mom, but you somehow broke through that barrier. Youâre the only girl Iâve ever seen him care about as more than just a friend or good fuck.â
âIâm not saying you should give him a free pass.â Imogen admits. âBut I am telling you to let him in. Let him grovel and work for you. He needs that, needs you, just like Riorson needs Violet.â
You let your gaze bore into Imogenâs and see the hard set of her face and eyes, even though she canât hide the flash of pain. In that moment, you canât help but hate the whole situation that seems to have formed between the three of you.
âImogen, Iâll give what youâve said some thought.â You say seriously. âBut I want you to know I am sorry. I never meant to show up and take anything from you, regardless of if you believe me or not.â
Pale green eyes look straight at you and a sad smile crosses her face fast before it falls, and she moves to get up.Â
âDonât throw away a chance at happiness over some heated words.â She urges before sharply turning and walking out of the doors.Â
As she walks off, Fabien shows up with your hot chocolate and a small smile. You thank him and take a sip relishing the way the warmth of the drink seems to flow through your body.Â
As you finish your drink and bid Fabien good night, you begin your walk back to the fortress and let Imogenâs words ruminate. Between her and Xaden, you could feel the anger in your heart for Garrick lessening day by day.Â
As soon as you arrive back at the fortress, you look up to see the man with the auburn curls from the assembly looking back at you.
âAh, just who I wanted to see.â He says and you look around checking to see if anyone else is there.Â
âYes, Cadet L/N. Iâm speaking to you. I just have a few more questions to ask.â He explains as he beckons you back into the same room you were in earlier.Â
You look around and notice that now you are the only two in the room that was previously filled. He turns back around to look at you and motions to a chair.
You sit as he begins to speak. âIâm Lieutenant Colonel Aisereigh. I know we didnât get to introductions earlier.â
âNo, heâs my brother, Brennan Sorrengail.â A female voice breaks in from the doorway. You watch as the man in front of you rolls his eyes as Violet moves into the room as well.Â
âEither way, I wanted to ask you about your signet.â Brennan continues. âYou said that you used it to drop onto the wyvern but didnât explain what exactly it was.â
You look around at both people in the room and canât help the uncertainty you feel at revealing your secret, even Carr wasnât privy to all that your signet could do.
âI can change my appearance.â You begin to explain. Both of the faces in front of you widen in shock as you begin to detail the fact that you can change your entire body and clothing to replicate anyone.Â
âWith encouragement from Diomat, I â uh â I shifted to look like a venin I remembered from a book that was read to me growing up.â You say tentatively.
âTha -Thatâs incredible.â Brennan speaks up after the shock begins to wear off. âAnd the wyvern didnât think anything of you being on top of it while shifted to look like a venin?â
You shrug your shoulders. âI donât think so, but I wasnât there long before I sliced the blade into it.â
As you look back at the man in front of you, you canât help as you watch the gears in his head turn through his eyes.Â
âCould you show us?â He asks curiously.
âI can.â You reply in turn. âBut â â
âBut, what?â
âYou have to remember that itâs me and not an acutal venin.â You croak worried that youâre about to be seen as a threat.
âUnderstood.â He confirms as Violet goes to stand next to him.Â
After taking a long deep breath, you reach for Diomatâs power and let it flow through your body. You let your mind drift to the illustration in the book and feel as your fingers tingle. When you look back up, you see two sets of eyes as wide as saucers and know what it must look like to the people standing in front of you.Â
Before anyone has time to speak, the door to the Assembly room opens and you can sense two people have entered.Â
âViolence, I ââ The voice stops and suddenly you feel yourself being hoisted up by your throat, your hands reflexively going up to try and grab at the obstruction. However, when you try, thereâs nothing to grab onto and youâre left kicking and flailing your arms. As the fear of being held begins to grip you, the hold on your power leaves and youâve changed back into yourself.
âXaden! Stop!â You hear Violet shout a second before you are dropped to the floor. You try to take a breath, but the fear has you in a cloud you canât escape. You hear footsteps rushing towards you as you continue to take gasping breaths, your hands wrapping gently around your neck.Â
âY/N. Love, are you alright?â You shrink back as inescapable fear comes barreling in and your eyes blow wide. You look back into hazel eyes, seeing pure concern laced there.Â
After what feels like hours, your heartrate finally slows again, and you can take full breaths. Looking up, the room around you feels frozen in time. Looks of horror and sorrow gracing each personâs face.Â
âIâm so sorry, Y/N.â Xaden breathes quietly as if afraid to speak. You sit there with your hand around your neck and stare straight back at the man not really registering his words.Â
âI â Iâm going to go upstairs.â You croak through your abused vocal cords. You try to slowly get up on your feet and as soon as youâre standing, you feel your legs giving out. Before you can fall to the ground, you can feel a strong arm grip you around your waist.Â
Looking to your side, you see Garrick looking back at you cataloging each blossoming bruise on your neck. His brows furrow as his concern grows. You can feel the bruising already and know that they must be turning a mottled shade of purple.Â
Before you can think much more, you find yourself being scooped up into Garrickâs arms as his face turns hard and he begins walking up the stairs. Even though you are tense, you try to let yourself settle into his arms. You close your eyes for a second and before you know it, you can feel Garrick dropping to a bed with you still cradled close.Â
âWhy does it always seem that my family and I are always hurting you?â He rumbles lowly while dropping his head.
âIt wasnât Xadenâs fault.â You rasp, your voice feeling like its grating against sandpaper.
Garrick looks back at you and brings his hand to your chin, tilting your neck up. Soon the blue green of his hazel eyes disappears, and they become a molten shade of gold, hard and angry.Â
âIâm going to fucking kill him.â He seethes as you watch him catalog the bruises along your neck. A sad smile blooms on your face and you bring your hand to his jaw, moving his face to look directly at you. You shake your head no before swallowing hard to speak.
âIt wasnât his fault. I knew it would be a risk to show them. I just didnât think anyone would walk into the room before I could change back.â You finish before you end up coughing trying to coat the damage to your vocal cords.
As you finish, you feel the way Garrickâs face nuzzles into the hand that is still placed along his jaw. You look up to see his eyes closed as if he is trying to drink up every moment. A lost man wandering the desert for a drink of water.
Something about the gesture causes a crack in the wall that youâd built around your heart for the man that still has you cradled close. You realize that this is the first time youâve seen the worry, tension, and stress melt from his face since War Games.Â
A sudden knock at the door brings you both out of the moment. Garrick looks down at you and as if he canât resist, brings his lips to the side of your head and gives you a quick kiss. He then sets you down gently on the bed and goes to open the door.Â
âI thought Y/N could use some mending.â You hear a male voice call from the other side of the door. You watch as Garrick nods his head slightly before opening the door and letting Brennan in. Brennan shuffles in and with sad eyes looks at the bruises across your neck.
âWould it be okay with you if I mend you?â Brennan asks tentatively. You give a curt nod before he is standing before you and you tilt you head back for him to get a better view of your neck. You shut your eyes tight as the tears silently flow down the side of your head, the burning sensation of mending filling your head.Â
Almost as soon as it begins, the pain seems to lessen slowly, little by little. You finally blink open your eyes and slowly lift your head back.Â
âBetter?â Brennan questions as he rises back up to his full height.Â
âMuch. Thank you.â You confirm.
âI know after what just happened, you may want to say no.â Brennan starts. âBut I think it would be beneficial for everyone to get the visual of what they may be dealing with on the battlefield.â
You know where heâs going with his comment and your immediate response is to shake your head. However, wading through the panic, the logic starts to win out and you take a deep breath.Â
âWould you mind doing the same thing when most of the Lieutenants and all the cadets are present? The Assembly all agrees that it would be best for everyone to have a real feel of the enemy.â Brennan finishes in a tacticianâs voice.
You go to open your mouth, but youâre immediately cut off.Â
âNO. You can fuck right off if you think sheâs going to do that again.â Garrick growls while stepping into Brennanâs space. âDid you not just see what fucking happened? And then you want to put her in a room with untrained cadets who donât even know how to use their signets and hope someone doesnât have a bad reaction.â
Undeterred by Garrickâs reaction, Brennan calmly responds to the threat in front of him. âI understand your reservations Garrick and hers as well, which is why Bodhi and Mira will be on hand to make sure that no one responds the same way.â
You stand from the bed you were seated on and walk up to the two men that are still looking at each other trying to calculate who is going to make the next move. Instinctually, you raise your hand and place a comforting hand on Garrickâs forearm. You canât help but feel the tense set of his muscles and crack a soft smile to reassure the hulking man.
âGare.â You say and his eyes immediately dart to you as you use the nickname for the first time in months. âBrennan is right. Everyone needs to see what theyâre going to be facing. Itâs better than sending everyone out without having any idea.â
Garrickâs eyes search yours looking for any hesitation, seeming to hope that you arenât really considering this. Immediately his shoulders sag when he realizes that youâre serious.Â
âIâll just need some forewarning to get myself in the right headspace, so maybe not the next couple of days.â You confirm with Brennan as he shakes his head in agreement.
âYouâll wait until Iâm back here.â Garrick asserts as his eyes dart back and forth between you and Brennan. âYouâll do it after Iâm back from patrol. She isnât going to do it without me being present.â
You roll your eyes at his protective demands but youâre grateful that heâll be there, if only for a sense of safety.Â
âThat can work. We will do it during a battle brief class and will catch the lieutenants while they are switching patrols.â Brennan affirms while he begins to walk towards the door.
You both watch as Brennan leaves and closes the door behind him. Garrick immediately moves forward to you lifting your chin to check for any lingering bruising.Â
âIâm fine.â You say quietly to try and quell the anxiety burning in his eyes.
âIâll be the judge of that.â He quips back.
âYou do realize that weâre both about to be thrown into a war that most likely will take both of our lives, right?â You sass back, getting irritated with his hovering.Â
âNot if I can fucking help it.â He grumbles at you. You snort and roll your eyes at the over-confident man that heâs turned into again.
âPromise me you wonât do that again, unless absolutely necessary.â The earnestness in his eyes a plea for you to listen. âI donât want you to be a victim just because someone canât decipher you from friend or foe.â
You sigh and let your gaze soften. âYou donât think I already know that shifting myself to look like a venin is dangerous? You can ask Brennan or Violet, but I was hesitant with them both before I did it. And what followed just proved why my theory was correct.â
âYou of all people should know that Iâm smarter than that. I wouldnât shift into that form unless absolutely necessary. Brennan just asked to see why the wyvern didnât react to my landing on its back, so I showed them.â
Realization dawning on him seems to do nothing to quell the fire in his eyes. Fire to protect and shield evident on every line of his face. You realize that no words seem to be cracking through the thick skull of the man in front of you, so you utilize your best weapon, your touch.
You bring your hands to his face, cupping each side and rubbing soothing circles on his stubbled cheeks. He takes a deep sighing breath and his gaze bores deep into you.Â
âI donât think you understand how terrified I am of the actual reality of your death.â He divulges as both of his arms snake around your waist tugging you to him. âEver since I laid eyes on you again, I wake up every day busting through my door to search for just a glimpse of your form.â
âHaving to face a reality again where you arenât there is the absolute worst thing I can honestly imagine.â He brings his forehead to yours leaning in and breathing a deep, calming breath.Â
A sad smile begins to crawl across his face. âAnd being so close to you, but far away at the same time is eating at me more than you know.â
You give him a sad smile back in return. âI know.â You whisper, your walls cracking even more with the tenderness and vulnerability seeping from Garrickâs every fiber.
âI need you to know that Iâm working on it.â You tell him while bringing your hands down to grab his own, rubbing gentle circles on his knuckles. âWe arenât there yet, but I can promise you the more you let me in, the more you show up for us, then eventually maybe we can get back to before.â
Garrickâs eyes search yours, probing for an alternate meaning. You just look back at him with the honesty you feel at his words. Youâre unsure of what youâre looking for to be able to let him completely in again, but you know that you just arenât in the right space at this moment.
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Hi there! I was wondering if you would consider writing about a petite reader, similar to violet but not quite as frail x Garrick. Maybe like he helps train her for challenges or something like that?
Thank you :)
Of course!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it :)
Garrick Tavis x reader
Warnings: some typos maybe
Word count: 719
The training grounds hummed with the sound of clashing weapons and heavy breaths, but Garrick Tavisâs attention was focused on the figure in front of him. She moved with a surprising fluidity, her small frame deceptive. She was no Violet Sorrengail, less prone to injury, more determined to prove herself despite the odds stacked against her, but still, a fragile thing compared to the towering giants who filled the Riders Quadrant.
âKeep your feet apart,â Garrick said, his voice rough as he stepped behind her, adjusting the grip of the sword in her hands. âIf you lose your footing, youâre dead.â
She nodded, her face a full of concentration as her fingers tightened around the hilt. Her name escaped his lips far too often these days, softly spoken in encouragement or barked as a command. She wasnât a natural at combat, but she had heart. Every time she fell, she got back up, bruised and determined.
At first, heâd thought her tenacity was foolish. But now? It was something he couldnât help but admire.
âYouâre doing better,â he found himself saying after she executed a clean strike, her blade cutting through the air. The small smile she shot him in response caught him off guard, warmth blooming in his chest.
âBetter doesnât mean good,â she replied, her voice light but self-deprecating.
Garrick huffed, crossing his arms. âGood is a long way off, but youâll get there.â
As the days blurred together, Garrick saw her transform. She learned to fight with more precision, more grit. She listened, adapted, and, against all odds, thrived in the chaos of the gauntlet. Watching her climb the walls and dodge the deadly traps with the agility of someone twice her strength had been both nerve-wracking and exhilarating. When she crossed the finish line, battered but victorious and alive, Garrick had felt a pride that he wasnât sure heâd earned.
Somewhere along the way, heâd stopped thinking of her as just another cadet. She wasnât a burden or a project anymore. She was her. Her determination, her quiet resilience, her sharp wit, it was impossible not to be drawn to her. And now, as the Threshing approached, Garrick found himself in a state of constant anxiety.
Dragons didnât care about heart or determination. They cared about strength and power. And as much as she had grown, Garrick feared it wouldnât be enough.
He wasnât there when it happened, and the waiting nearly drove him mad. Every moment stretched into an eternity, his imagination filling in the gaps with horrors. What if all the dragons rejected her? What if they killed her? Or worse, what if she failed to survive the bonding itself?
When the bell tolled, Garrick bolted for the arena. His heart thundered in his chest as the first bonded riders began returning, their dragonsâ massive forms filling the sky with shadow and fire. He scanned the horizon frantically, barely breathing until he saw her.
She was alive.
She dismounted a sleek, cobalt-blue dragon with grace, but he didnât care about her poise. She was there, whole, breathing, alive. Relief slammed into him like a physical force, and before he could stop himself, he was running.
âGarrick?â Her voice was soft, tinted with disbelief, but he didnât let her say anything more.
He cupped her face with calloused hands and kissed her. It was desperate and raw, a culmination of weeks of worry and unspoken feelings. She froze for a moment, and then she melted into him, her hands gripping his tunic as if to anchor herself.
When he finally pulled away, their foreheads touched, both of them breathing hard.
âYou made it,â he said hoarsely, his voice breaking under the weight of his emotions.
âI told you I would,â she whispered, her lips curving into a soft smile that stole the breath from his lungs.
Garrick shook his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
âAnd youâre dramatic,â she shot back, but there was no heat in her words, just warmth.
He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as the chaos of the arena swirled around them. For the first time in weeks, he felt something other than fear. Hope. Maybe, just maybe, theyâd make it through this war together.
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I love you // Liam Mairi x Tavis!reader
A/N: Based on the prompts by @northspiritstorm under this Post. I am so sorry that you had to wait so long for this one.
I do hope that you enjoy it. :)
Word count: 0.9k
warnings: none? Spoilers for fourth wing and iron flame (messed around with the timeline a little bit)
Picture is from Pinterest: bgtm9d
âAgain.â
âI-â she began, but paused, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was already racing, and it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest at any moment. She rested her hands on her knees. Varrish had dragged her up here hours ago.
Stop it, Cuan admonished her. Stop it before something happens to you.
âI- I can't anymore,â she groaned, looking down.
âYou're not leaving until it starts raining here. If you want to go, pull yourself together.â Varrish grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up.
âAgain.â
It was already dark when she was finally released and went back to school. There was no one else in the courtyard when she reached it with trembling legs. Her hair was sticking to her face, covered in sweat, her cheeks were burning and every breath she took felt like being stabbed. Her eyes landed on the large oak tree that stood in front of the entrance and with a relieved smile she walked towards it. She slid down the trunk of the tree and closed her eyes. Her thoughts wandered to blue eyes and soft blonde hair. Rough, calloused hands wrapped around hers, the scent of sandalwood...
Empathic one!
Cuan's human is unconscious in the yard under the oak tree Liam jerked out of his sleep so hard he almost hit his head on the wooden post of his bed. Without hesitation, or even thinking about putting on shoes, he ran down the corridor out of his room.
There was hardly anyone else in the corridors, except for a few couples here and there enjoying their time. As he walked past the third year's corridor, one of the doors opened and her brother ran out of his room. Garrick almost bumped into the younger rider, the two looked at each other for a moment, one more worried than the other, and ran out into the darkness together.
âDid you see her today?â Garrick asked, his usually confident voice trembling slightly. âOnly at breakfast,â Liam replied as the two of them walked towards the oak tree.
In the moonlight, a motionless body could be seen next to the tree trunk. Before Garrick could even react, Liam approached and dropped to his knees beside her. With careful hands, he pulled her body towards him and placed his fingers on her neck.
âHer pulse is weak. We should take her to the healers quadrant.â Garrick nodded wordlessly and helped him carry his sister in.
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The sun slowly dawned and both riders sat wordlessly side by side outside the quadrant. Winifred had told them hours ago that they should come back in the morning, that the young Tavis sister was fine and just needed some rest to regain her strength.
Liam and Garrick, being the stubborn riders they were, ignored her words and didn't move.
Garrick kept looking at his friend. He wasn't stupid: he had noticed that there was a spark between Liam and Y/N. And as he looked at him, his eyebrows drawn together in concern, the way he cracked his fingers and how dishevelled his hair was, he knew that it probably wouldn't be too long before the couple finally admitted it to each other.
âGare, I like your sister.â Well, that was faster than expected
âI know, you guys are best friends,â he replied, trying to hold in his grin.
âI mean that I like her, like her. More than a friend. Are you- are you getting what Iâm trying to say?â he asked, turning to face him. Garrick raised his eyebrows.
âNo,â Liam sighed and leaned back in his chair.
âI have feelings for her, I really like her, and I wish she was my girlfriend.â
âOhhhhâ it took a lot for him not to laugh. âHave you talked to her about it?â
âI don't think she feels the same way...â There was a silence at first before Garrick bursted and laughed out loud.
âReally? Don't be so loud before Winifred chases us away.â
âI'm sorry. But are you listening to yourself? Everyone knows you're into each other except for you,â he brought out between laughter, wiping the tears that threatened to fall out of his eye corners.
âSo you... wouldn't mind?â Garrick finally managed to stop laughing and, in a more serious matter, put a hand on Liam's shoulder.
âI couldn't wish for a better boyfriend for my sisterâŠ. and I couldn't wish for a better brother-in-law for me either,â Liam grinned at him.
âDude, that was probably the corniest thing you have ever saidâ âYeah, I immediately regretted it. The second part at least.â Garrick gave him another encouraging pat on the shoulder and stood up.
âWell, I'm off then, she's in good hands with you-â âHey, hey wait a minute, you have to help me come up with an idea on how I can confess my feelings to her!â Liam interrupted him and Garrick groaned. âNo, believe me, I'm the wrong person for this kind of stuff. Ask... Imogen or Quinn, or even better ask Xaden. He's on cloud nine right now anyway and he's unbearable. âViolence thisâ âViolence thatâ... I even caught him picking flowers.â
âFlowers?â âYes! He's gone soft. He's certainly got enough ideas to help ever single rider here with a love confession.â âOkay then, I'll look for Xaden later.â Liam said slowly. Garrick nodded and left the waiting area with a last encouraging smile.
A few minutes later, Winifried stuck her head out the door to the healerâs quadrant. As her eyes fell on Liam, she started smiling.
âHi. She just woke up; do you want to see her?â Liam nodded immediately and jumped up. With shaking legs, he followed Winifred in and over to her bed. Y/N was sitting up, leaned against the pillows and smiled tiredly at him.
âHi Liam, how are you?â she asked.
âI love youâ
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*Whispers* angry love confession with Garrick after years of pining?
After All This Time Garrick Tavis X Reader
Word Count: 1950
Irish Gaelic for old Tyyrish: Princess - banphrionsa.Â
Trigger Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of angstyness.
 Two years prior to Fourth WingÂ
                                                                       Y/N POV
   You woke up at 5:30 a.m. the morning that Garrick had to leave for Basgiath. You looked over to your right where the gentle sleeping giant teddy bear lay. No you and Garrick werenât a thing even though you had a crush on him for as long as you remember but you remember overhearing Xadenâs warning speech to Garrick that you as Xadenâs little sister were off limits for well forever. And now after the uprising of parents you and Garrick were now foster siblings so anything more should be pushed to the back of your minds right? Wrong. Your heart felt so heavy this morning as Garrick stirred awake. He was leaving to start the school of hell; and you were going to be stuck here in a foster home that was probably the worst placement for all 107 of you. At least Garrick was going to get to see Xaden again. You just hoped that they would both survive their first two years so you could see them both when you started your first year at Basgiath War College.Â
                                           Garrickâs POV
   âGood Morning Princess.â âTis not.â Y/N huffed, crossing her over her chest. âOh come on please donât be pouty for me. We arenât going to see each other for another two years.â âOr never.â I sat up in bed cupping her cheek. âHey letâs not think about that yay?â âYay ok sorry.â She mumbled with a sigh. âLetâs go get some breakfast before I have to leave in three hours.â She nodded her head slowly getting out of bed. âCome here.â I said holding my arms out. âItâs going to suck for us both but it's going to be ok. I promise. My banphrionsa. I will always find you no matter what and maybe one day we can truly be together.âÂ
                                            Y/N POV
   Garrick had said to you after breakfast that morning after breakfast placing a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving for Basgiath. It took everything in you to not run after him and get a real kiss. A real kiss that you may never get.
                                                  Y/N POV
                                             633 August AUÂ
    It had been almost three full weeks since you had been reunited with your brother and Garrick as well as Imogen, Liam and your cousin Bodhi. But gods was it hard keeping your true feelings for Garrick pushed down. You werenât 5 year old little kids anymore; even Imogen was starting to pick fun at your not so subtle glances at Garrick or your subtle reactions or over reactions when other girls started to flirt with the now third year cadet.Â
                                                          Garrickâs POV
   It was now three weeks since I had seen you again. I was shaking out of my wandering thoughts by Bodhi as I stood watching you spare another first year cadet. âLike what you're seeing Tavis?â Bodhi chuckled. âLay off Durran. At least she can still fight.â I smirked as I watched you walk towards your water bottle after you had won the match of the Matthias girl. âLike what you see Tavis?â You smirked at me on your way back over. âI-â âOh he absolutely does.â Bodhi chuckled. âWanna take a picture so itâll last longer?â She asked and did a twirl that landed you in front of my chest. I chuckled deeply. âMiss me princess?â âTerribly.â âCareful your brother is in ear shot.â âMaybe I donât care what Xaden thinks anymore.â âMaybe you should care what he thinks.â Xaden huffed from my right. âMaybe you should stop pining after the Sorrengail girl if you want to care about mine and Garrickâs relationship.â I chuckled at your remark and how quickly the smirk faded on Xadenâs face. âI just care that you're safe. Is that too much to ask of my little sister?â Xaden snapped. âYou know I could choose to be with any of these other cadets in this hell hole; say Ridoc perhaps. You should be lucky Iâve been pinning for Garrick since we were kids, foster brother or not.â   Â
        I growled at your response to Xaden. âYou will not be with any other cadet in this god damns school.â âOverprotective Gary?â She giggled. âDamn straight for gods knows how many years Iâve been wanting you and god forbid that Iâll let being foster siblings or your actual brother get in the way of us anymore Y/N. I swear if anyone tries and stop us now I will have Chradh char them right where they are standing.â âYou're mine and mine alone and finally safe with me.âÂ
                                                   Y/N POVÂ
   Damn this was hot. You thought to yourself. You knew it would be heated, maybe a tad bit of anger in the air when you and Garrick finally confessed feelings for each other. But god's damn was he really your over protective Gare Bear. âSafe in Basgiath. Thatâs kinda ironic isnâtâ You smirked slowly wrapping your arms around Garrickâs waist, making sure to look at Xaden; who now was standing arms crossed angrily over his chest. You smiled as Garrick chuckled softly; âYeah, I guess itâs ironic, but you're safe with me. No one will touch you while Iâm around, no one can say anything harmful. You understand that banphrionsa?â You nod your head burying it into his chest. âNo one but you.â You said quietly. âWhat was that princess?â âNo one but you. Iâm yours.âÂ
   âThatâs right, princess. Only I get to be this close to you. Only I get to touch.â As Garrick spoke to you noticed it shifted to a tone that you werenât quite used to. One that was dominant yet serious, but oh hells did it do things to you.   Â
     âI donât care that youâll always be my foster brother now. At least you're not Xaden and not my actual brother. But now, we donât have to push our feelings for each other way down below the surface.â You said in a tone you tried matching Garrickâs with but it wasnât quite there. Looking at Garrick you could now tell there was a hint of possessiveness in his eyes as he spoke to you next: âYes my princess, we donât have to push our feelings down now. I am not pushing my feelings away for you anytime soon love, because you're mine now.âÂ
  âIâm all yours Tavis. Whether Xaden likes it or not.â You made sure to glance at your brother who now looked like he was fuming. But you quickly looked back at Garrick as he started to rub his hands against your hip, a wide smile on his face as he spoke: âDamn straight You are. Xadenâs going to have to learn how to share you. Because I wonât be giving you up anytime soon.âÂ
   God your heart fluttered. You knew Garrick had always been protective of you and Xaden and those he considered close friends. But damn, now that it was solely directed to you as his; it was doing things to you in your lower abdominal region. âGods I missed you.â You breathed.Â
       Garrick stood looking down at you which was a good two feet difference with Garrick being 6â 6â and you just 5 feet even. âAnd I missed you, princess. A lot. Putting up with Xaden for two years on my ownâŠ.â âBut you; I also thought about you every goddamn day Y/N. I never stopped thinking of you. Thinking of you being stuck in that foster home all by yourself.â Â
    âSame.â You admitted in a tone that was much softer than Garrickâs. âWhen I got your first letter knowing that you and Xaden were still alive after you finished your first year here. It was like the greatest breath of fresh air ever.âÂ
          You didnât think it was possible but you could have sworn Garrickâs expression darkened a bit at your words. His hands still on your hips giving them a tight squeeze as he began to speak; âThe first year here was a nightmare, Princess. You wouldnât believe the hell Xaden and I went through during it.â Your eyes softened as you gripped his waist tightly. âI know being the oldest of the rebels you both have-â You started to say as Garrick cut you off âHey, focus on right now, with me, my banphrionsa.â
    You sighed âThat whole first year you left. I made a calendar on the wall marking the days so Iâd know when to expect the first letter from you or Xaden after your first year here ended and you were able to send letters.â âYou made a calendar Y/N? A whole entire year?â Garrick asked, speechless. âYeah I made two actually. The next one marked every day a letter was sent and received and of course when I could see you again. Right on their cream walls.â You smirked. âI bet they were pissed off by that.â Garrick chuckled. âYeah I kept it hidden when I was there. I'm sure they could have wished they could punish me for it. Maybe toss some more verbal slurs out about how we are rebel trash.âÂ
  Garrick chuckled. âYou made two calendars on their precious cream walls just because you missed me, missed us.?â âYeah all because I missed you. And I knew when we slept together in that house it had just been as friends. But after all that time of almost four years sleeping in the same bed it felt so cold after you left.â âYou were alone in that cold house without me⊠godâs it drives me crazy; Knowing you were alone and cold while I was here. While Xaden was here.â You hummed in response âLike you said we are here now. We have each other finally I get to say I love you and mean it with nothing holding us back.Â
   âSay it again.â Garrick breathed, threw a raspy breath as his eyes darkened and the grip on your waist tightened. âI donât get to hear it from you first Gary? You giggled. âYou want me to say it first? Garrick chuckled. âI mean Iâve said it once itâs only fair if you say it again before I say it twice.â âStubborn runs in the Riorson bloodline, I swear.â Garrick chuckled. âThen my early threat stands. Should I go find Ridoc?â You smirked.
    Garrick let out another low growl. âDamn it no.â He chuckled. âI love you Y/N Riorson. Damn it, I always have and you know how damned hard it's been keeping that to myself all these damned years?â âYes I know; Iâve had to do it myself and the feeling of finally getting to say I love you. Feels so god damn freeing.â You both earned a huff coming from Xaden but ignored it; as Garrick said earlier he was going to have to learn how to share.Â
    âSay it again.â Garrick said through a rasped breath. âNow Iâve said it twice. Is it really fair for me to say it a third time before you say it twice?â Garrick chuckled; âI love you; Y/N Riorson and your right it feels so gods damn freeing to be able to say it.â Â
       âTake me upstairs, Garrick.â You smirked, running your fingers through his hair. âYou want me to take you upstairs princess?â Garrick rasped. âTake me to your dorm on the third floor, Garrick. Iâm still bunked in a massive room with a bunch of first years so no way in hell is that happening.â Garrick chuckled as he picked you up bridal style and started carrying towards the stairs that lead up to the third floor dorms.Â
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned to a spicy part two! (Also I should apparently not post synopsis before I start writing the physical fan fic lol)
Part 2
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Akrasia
Summary: Akrasia; acrasia - The state of mind in which someone acts against their better judgment through weakness of will. You hated Garrick Tavis. He was arrogant. Threw his size around to please his friend and most of all was so attractive you couldn't ignore. So yeah! You hated him.
Pairing: Garrick Tavis X Fem! Reader
Word Count: 2.1K
Warnings: !NSFW! Unedited part.
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You hated every rippling inch of his muscled body.
Garrick Tavis. The bane of your existence at Basgiath and most importantly the biggest pain in the ass.
Everything he did, if only you could wrap your hands around his throat and reduce the oxygen running to his brain, so you might get some peace from the blood thrumming thoughts that slipped you at the sight of him.
The sheer size, a weapon of his own which he used for Xaden's benefits. You hated it. Hated them both. Strutting around the war college like the gods had shoved the sun up their back sides.
It was infuriating to watch cadets move from their way, many of which were simply unwilling to stand against the wall of muscle that was Garrick Tavis.
And most importantly you hated the fact you had let yourself into this current position. Back pressed almost painfully into the wall, pinned by that same wall of muscle between your legs.
Garrick hadn't seemed to care what your words meant as you spat them at him. Hatefully throwing your rage into them.
"I hate you" You fused your soul to the words, as though speaking them aloud would allow you to remind herself you hated him even as he rolled his hips into you.
The sheer friction of his growing erection against your pulsing core causing your head to roll back against the wall. A soft moan escaping after your words, despite trying to fight it, despite the hate in your tone.
"Shut up." Garrick's words were clipped, quick as he moved his mouth to the expose column of your throat. The warmth of his lips made you curve. Molding to Garrick's will as his hands gripped you tighter, holding you in place.
His tongue flicked against the pulse in your neck, teeth grazing the flesh above your artery. One act from hims could so easily had you bleeding to death, You would have hated it but couldn't find the feeling as his teeth nipped the skin.
Wrapping both legs, pulling Garrick closer by your hold.
He groaned, the pressure in his pants growing at the enclosed space, The space which grew smaller as you needed him closer. He pulled away just enough to breath his words against your throat.
"I thought you hated me."
You tried to speak but his mouth repositioning on your jaw, halted you, his breath ghosting the bone before he began slathering it in kiss after kiss. Flat togue running the warmth further from his hold.
"I do."
His soft chuckle was low, a sound which rumbled into your core causing shockwaves to skitter through your bones. He was an inch from attaching to the divot at your collarbone when he spoke, word a loose breath, "Doesn't seem like it."
Words weren't a virtue you could force right now, tilting your pelvis up in need of friction. Damn him and his stupid mouth for getting you into this position,
You panted painfully at the ache growing, One of Garrick's hands slipped down to cup the curve behind your knee, thumb rubbing slow circles into the muscle of your outer thigh.
"I do." The words were mixed with the pants of air, almost inaudible. Indistinguishable as Garrick twisted, arm bracing the wall beside your torso, caging you in entirely with his body. That fucking body. You hated the way it felt against your own, hated the way he seemed to answer every call of your pleasure with ease.
"Do what? Sweetheart" He pulled back, eyes half-lidded with the sensations he struggled to hide on his expression, His brow was raised in a mock, The arrogance in his tone made your anger rile.
"I hate yo-" You couldn't stop the gasp of surprise as his hand moved suddenly tipping down past the waistband of you leathers, thumbing searching, seeking the bundle of nerves.
Garrick was studying your own expression, eyes squeezed shut. All the air around you had evaporated, eyes finally fluttering open when he stilled, hand unmoving, There wasn't any doubt he could feel the heat emanating from your core.
Looking at you now, you could have smacked him. The cocky half lifted grin almost met his eyes, "Didn't catch that Sweetheart."
The name infuriated you, "I Hate you"
He waited for you to finish your words as his thumb found the bud he sought. Pleasure ignited like a thousand matches had been lit across the surface of your skin as he traces the edges of the nerves.
"My Sweetheart is so tender"
The only sensation you could feel beyond the pulses of pleasure was the dull ache as your head pressed to the wall. Tilting back with gritted teeth, "Don't call me that."
His lips reattached to your jaw, Unyielding against the already hot flesh, he moved to savor the other side of you facial bone. Hands moving to curl around the underside of your ass.
"Sweet" - Kiss - "Heart"
The cool air hit your spine, air creeping in around you as Garrick grunted arms lifting you from the shared position against the wall. What wall or where in the school you were right now. Didn't matter.
You couldn't care less, only that Garrick couldn't multitask very well. Even with one hand holding you up against him, His other had begun to neglect its movement against your clit.
A new ache had begun building, a insatiable need that grew stronger the longer you went without the brush of his touch. Using your arms to hug closer to his chest, you shift to angle your head, Hand deliberately slow in dragging his attention to you, fingers feeling the stubble of his chin.
Garrick let out a needy moan when you roughed his lips with your own, He huffs into your mouth at the need of air. Pulling from you, head tilting as he manoeuvred around the space. Dropping the weight of your body to a surface.
It was solid but something for him to balance you on, A table or wooded units of sorts. It was cold, the new temperature on the furniture enlisting goosebumps across your body.
"Garrick" You weren't sure if you meant for his name to come out as a plea, or threat. Did you want him to stop...
The word were a dizzying challenge. One you couldn't bring yourself to continue. It was easier to offer over to the sensations he beckoned with his touch.
The first few buttons on your shirt had become undone, exposing the valley of your breast, sternum bare to the cold. Garrick ignores your words, smirking he places a lazy kiss to the edge of your mouth.
Your breathing had begun to turn ragged as you watched him, he lowered, head falling below your field of vision, and continues lowers still.
The room was so quiet you could hear your own heart, thrumming like drums in your ear. The first trace of his touch on your bare torso made you writhe. Spine curving until you lay back on the surface.
Garrick ran kisses down the line of your sternum then over your stomach, Pants of air worked their way up through you throat.
He murmured words against your skin, words inaudible to your ears, which had grown so heated in the time from the wall to the table it was a struggle to even hear the sound of your own fast exhales.
As his tongue flitted your navel Garrick's hands worked their way up your legs, coming to rest against your hip, Your head fell back against the hard surface beneath you.
You weren't sure if the sounds leaving you were words or simple noises of plea.
His fingers worked into the bindings of your leathers, his kisses continued rounding, following the lines of your ribs, savouring every inch of your skin that lay exposed. Ripping the clothing off your legs in a single movement, your hate reignited. He had done it so effortlessly, Stripped you bare until you lay exposed, You hated it.
Garrick made even quickly work of removing his own leathers, the sweat already clinging to his musclebound chest, the sight of it made your breathing erratic. It was a reaction he shouldn't have evoked. You hated that he could arise such a...
The hot exhale stilled your every thought, Kisses recontinuing as they followed past your navel. Going lower, Until you arched for his touch, ached to your very core.
Garrick conveniently had placed himself kneeling between you legs, Hands working into the spaces behind your knees. Using his hold there to push you further up the table. So when he leaned down, mouth attaching to yourâÂ
Holy burning fucking hell.
His tongue was warm and thrust into you with an unrelenting tempo. Breathing is an insignificant struggle you choose to ignore for so long your chest began to ache in protest. Gasping was your only solace, the only cling to oxygen.
The thrusts were mingling with the exhales, so in tune with one another your heart even joined. Pulse hammering harder into the cage of your chest.
Hate Garrick all you will but he knew how to tongue fuck his way to oblivion. The pleasure was so blinding that even the edges of your vision had grown blurry.
A coil had situated itself low in your gut, an unrelenting force as strong as his tongue which built stronger with each thrust as he tilted his head getting even impossible deeper. A crashing of a wave cresting the surface, Your spine felt pliant when Garrick stroked a hand up the centreline of your torso.
Hand curling to twist, cupping the round expanse of your breasts, Painfully he pinched your nipple in between two fingers and with the next thrust of his tongue that crashing wave barreled into you.
The full force of it rocked the world on its axis around you, Spinning as Garrick rested up on his elbows,
"Still hate me Sweetheart" The haze of your vision made it difficult to glance at that demandable smirk you knew plagued his expression. The same smirk you wanted to slap off his face at all times of the day.
"Yes." You shuffled from the shoulders to reposition on the table.
Garrick's forearm pinned you down when you tried to rise, He steadily lifts himself up in one singular motion, maintaining the gaze he used to rake over your naked exposed body beneath his hold.
"You hate me?" He beckoned the scoff from you lips,
He leaned over you entirely now, body entrapping any escaping heat, You hesitated to even breathe at his closeness, so aware of the ripples of his toned body above your own, the table creaked but held place with the combined weight.
He curled a hand into you thigh, nails tickling the surface of your molten flesh.
"But I am the only one who can make you squirm this much." You wanted to refuse his words, even knowing damn well you forced back the urge to roll your hips up to meet his for the sweet hope of friction.
Still you shook your head, protesting in any way you could, "You haven't fucked me yet" Tilting your head back in a weak act of defiance to the commanding aura that his presence brought, He released you legs to brush below his lip with his thumb, the evidence of your release coating his finger as he cleaned his chin.
You swallowed hard watching intensely as he lapped up the substance off the pad of his thumb. Brow raised when he finished tasting your lingering essence, "Is that so?"
He had forcefully grabbed your legs, standing at the edge of the table he yanked your body to the end. Pulling you to sit up closer to his chest. You ass rested against the edge awkwardly as Garrick lowered below the height of the table.
You tried to not look down as he aligned himself,
"Want me to stop?" He stilled, shoulders shaking with anticipation. Garrick took the second to meet your stare, If you asked now. He would stop. Even through the hate, you felt the pulsing need for pleasure, the craving that lingered in your chest.
You glance down, to where your bodies almost joined, Your legs spread rested on either side of his hip. The erect size of him waiting at your entrance.
The sight was dizzying, Garrick shuffled on his feet, the tip brushing between the folds as he moved. You almost moved towards the touch, waiting the moment he would fill you. Mouth salivating at the thought of what it would feel like to have him down your throat.
"Use your words Sweetheart." Adverting your gaze back to him, Garrick had invaded the space you breathed, could taste the sweet scent of his arousal on your tongue. He was so close you could almost taste yourself on him.
"Don't stop."
and then he slide in slowly, a gasp leaving from you at the fullness. An incomplete feeling that rocked you forwards, arms wrapping to enclose you to him. Chin digging into his shoulder for support.
The unwavering sensation, the length was fulfilling in the ways his tongue had not been.
Yes you hated every rippling inch of his muscles body, but perhaps this could be the inches of Garrick Tavis you did enjoy.
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A.n: Perhaps I might just do a part 2. They haven't even made it to the bed yetđ I hope this was okay for now.
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I wish you'd write a fic where reader is xadens younger sister and dating Garrick. But they date in secret (obviously xaden wouldnt be super thrilled at first when finding out) for like 2 years or so before they leave to go to Basgiath . Maybe when reader goes to cross the parapet Xaden notices garricks extra instruction. Maybe a slight brush on the back of the end before stepping on. And then Garrick and reader are caught by xaden and then his mad at first but relaxes off after watching Garrick protect her through out the year
When?
Xaden felt like an idiot. One big absolute idiot. He couldnât believe that he was able to lead the rebellion but was quite literally fooled by the people closest to him. How did he miss the signs? Why didnât his consciousness wave red flags back and forth. And he didnât even figure it out on his own. No, no, fucking Imogen spelled it out for him.
âWhat are you smiling about all day?â, he had asked her as they counted up the weapons. Getting ready to distribute them overnight. Imogen shook her head as her smirk deepened, âJust Garrickâ, she breathed. Xaden frowned, âWhy are you smiling over Garrick? You donât smile over a manâ. Imogen rolled her eyes, âit has nothing to do with me, you idiotâ, she snorted.
âOut with it, I donât have time to playâ, Xaden grumbled. Imogen placed down the dagger in her hands before looking up at her friend. âDidnât you notice that heâs been different?â, she questioned. âIs he sick?â, Xaden smacked a question of his right back at her. âYou are unbelievableâ, she shook her head, âDo you seriously donât see it?â Xaden blinked a couple of times. Nothing seemed off about his oldest friend. He was fine. Better than ever actually. âXaden, Garrick looks at your sister as if she hung the moon up in the skyâ, Imogen muttered, âHe greeted me with a smile todayâ, her hands met Xadenâs shoulders as she shook him slowly, âA smile. S. M. I. L. E. Do you understand? That man hasnât smiled ever since I met himâ. But Xadenâs mind had clung to the first part of her words. Garrick liked his sister. No, this had to be a joke. Just Imogen didnât look as if she was joking.
Ever since had made it his task to keep an eye out. Following you both. Sorting out through memories of you both. You had barely crossed the parapet six months ago. And yes Garrick had pulled you from the line when you came up. âShow me your shoesâ, he had ordered, bending down to check them himself. Xaden hadnât thought anything of it then. Had simply muttered, âFuck you, I got her the shoes myselfâ, but he was so frightened to lose you that day that nothing else counted. Not the way Garrick had gripped the side of your face right before you stepped on. Not even the fact that Garrick had broken the board the names were scribbled on. Or how they had embraced each other when you were safely on the other side.
âStop piling food on my plateâ, you chuckled lightly, as Garrick spooned more veggie bake from his owl plate onto yours. âYou need to eat moreâ, he stated, âYou did well in training todayâ. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him. âYou probably just went easy on meâ, you shrugged. âI never go easy on anyone, loveâ, he reached out, brushing strands of your hair behind your ear, âEspecially not when I want to impress youâ. You hit his chest lightly, as your cheeks went pink, âYouâre such a flirtâ, âOnly for you baby, only for youâ, he traced the corner of your lips before picking up a for once again.
Xaden brooded in the knowledge of seeing it with his own two eyes. And then itâs as if someone had ripped the blindfold from his eyes. It was everywhere. Xaden saw it everywhere and it was so obvious. Garrick who was always first to leave the meeting now stood there, waiting for everyone to leave. Every time he walked past the girls he always made sure to brush his fingers along your back. Find contact with you no matter what. In a sea of cadets, his eyes were always on you.
âWhen?â, Xaden asked, yanking the back of Garrickâs shirt as the male left one of the meeting halls. Garrick didnât miss a beat at batting his long-time friendâs hands off him, âShit man you nearly got meâ. But Xaden only puffed his chest more, âWhen?â, he repeated. Garrick frowned because Xaden was tiptoeing on the edge and he never lost his cool. A fear ran down his spine. What if something happened? What if you got hurt? Taken?
âWhat the fuck is going on?â, Garrick barely managed to grunt as Xadenâs left fists collided with his jaw. âAnswer the fucking question goddamnâ, he growled, clearly getting more and more frustrated. Garrick shoved him back slightly, âWhat in burning dragon shit has gotten into you?â.
A bitter laugh slipped past his friendâs lips, âI should be asking you thatâ, Xadenâs eyes were burning with anger, âyouâre the one screwing my sister behind my backâ, his voice raised ever so slightly. Garrickâs face blanched for a heartbeat before a wave of frustration ripped within him as well, âDonât you dare put it like thatâ, he pointed a warning finger at Xaden who leaped forward, âYou didnât deny it, shitfaceâ.
He wasnât so sure if he wanted to punch or choke his long-time friend until a voice split the growing. âStop this right nowâ, you called out, reaching to move for them but Garrick moved his free hand up, âStep aside Ynâ. Yet another huff echoed, âDonât tell her what to doâ, Xaden bit back and itâs as if something shifted in Garrick, âI will because you are insane and I ainât taking chances with youâ, there was that primal almost frustrations in him. One that Xaden recognized because he too got overtaken by it when anyone got involved with Violet.
Yet still, Xaden pushed through, making sure to back Garrick against the wall, âI will make sure you die a painfulâŠâ, âDonât you finish that Riorsonâ, you hissed from behind him, as you pulled at your brotherâs upper arm. âYou are groundedâ, Xaden yanked his arm out of your grip, turning his frustration back on you.
âListen to yourself, you sound like a childâ, you said through gritted teeth. âWhy was I not informed about thisâ, Xaden pointed between you and Garrick, before shaking his head, âThis canât be happeningâ. Garrick let out a low chuckle, âIt has been for the past year and then someâ, âGarrickâ, you huffed pinching the bridge of your nose as he shrugged.
âSheâs my sister! Myâ, Xaden shouted right at his friend's face, âAnd my girlfriend get in the line of being important to herâ, Garrick said with a smirk. âI will choke you in your sleepâ, Xaden leaned to tower over Garrick but he didnât miss the beat doing just the same, âYou can tryâ.
âBoys, pleaseâ, your voice was barely a whisper now, you could hear the sadness in it. Garrickâs head wiped in your direction instantly, âDonât you dare get upset over thisâ, he hated it. Hated the sight of you sad. Of you upset. He could handle anything just not your tears. âStop telling her what to doâ, Xaden howled but this time Garrick was the one to shove him back before pointing a warning finger at him, âRiorson you are starting to get on my nervesâ.
âShut it, both of youâ, you hissed, pushing your way between them and putting them at arm's length. âGarrick, I love you but please just stay quiet for a momentâ, you glanced at your boyfriend, silently pleading with him, before your eyes turned to your brother.
âIâm sorry i should have told youâ, you muttered. âFuck yeah you should haveâ, he huffed. âBut we had so little time. You both could have died, I could have died. We took a gamble just in case we survived and here we areâ, you intertwined your fingers with Garrickâs and he instantly brought your joined hands up to his lips. Xaden inhaled sharply. âIâve been really happy, Xadenâ, you muttered quietly as your eyes glassed over with tears. Xaden reached out, pulling you closer to him, glaring at Garrick over your shoulder as he kissed the side of your head with a low whisper, âI knowâ.
You pulled back, hopeful eyes looking right into his soul. His little sister. The other half of his world. He only pushed through for you and Violet. A frown deepened between his brows before he managed to pull somewhat of a smile for you, kissing your forehead. âI will serve you your ass on the mats tomorrowâ, Xaden shot a tight look Garrickâs way. He wasnât ready to have a proper conversation with him yet. He will. He will put him from hell of his own. Just not now. âIâm looking forward to itâ, Garrick nodded in agreement. Xaden turned to walk away before stopping. âA single hair breaks on her head and I am scattering you in ribbonsâ, he threatened, turning back to hold a warning stare with him. Garrick simply pulled you closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, âBelieve meâ, he breathed out, glancing down at you for a moment, âIf a hair breaks I will go willinglyâ. And that was enough for Xaden. Because even if he was angry he knew that Garrick would fight till his last breath to make sure that you were okay and for that alone, he couldnât bring himself to hate him.
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Wrong Advice - Garrick x Sawyer X Reader
As a thank you for hitting 300 followers I decided to write you guys a little smutty threesome. This is my first time writing something like this and for Sawyer, so it might be a little rough. Sawyer decides it's a good idea to take sex advice from Ridoc instead of Garrick, which promptly backfires on him. While regretting his decisions over lunch with Garrick and Reader, Garrick comes up with something that might help you all. Warnings: NSWF. No spoilers. Smut... Lots and lots of smut. 18+. Oral f and m receiving. Threesome. Pet names. Unprotected PIV. Masterlist
âDo I want to know what happened?â I ask as I take my seat across from Sawyer who has his head buried in his hands.
The only response I get is a groan before Sawyer rests his head on the table with a loud thump, Garrick laughing menacingly at him while carving an apple with his knife.
âSawyer here decided it would be a great idea to take advice from Ridoc didnât he.â Garrick says with a pointed stare at Sawyer who groans again.
âI said I was sorry ok!â Sawyer exclaims as he lifts his head from the table. âHe can be convincing when he wants to be that cheeky bastard.â
Garrick rolls his eyes and shakes his head before carving another piece from his apple. âAnd you should know better than anyone else here that he has no experience in what he was offering advice on.â
âI know. But he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. Like heâd actually tried it. Now I look like the idiot!â Sawyer burying his face in his hands again.
âServes you right for taking that advice.â Garrickâs eyes narrowing at the boy in front of us even though he canât see.
I look between the two confused. âWhat the hell are you two going on about?â I ask finally.
Garrick chuckles. âSawyer here decided to take sex advice from Ridoc over meâ He teases. âHow did that go for you Sawyer?â
Sawyer parts his fingers to look at us, a red tinge of embarrassment evident on the more exposed skin of his face.
âSheâŠ. She told me to stop.â He blurts out.
âAnd what else?â Amusement clear in Garrickâs voice as he leans back in his chair, arm draping over the back of mine.
Sawyers skin flushes a deeper shade of red. So red Iâm surprised he hasnât turned into a tomato.
âShe walked out on me.â He mumbles out.
I drop my fork, eyes going wide at Sawyers words. Iâd never been with Sawyer, but I knew from Rhiannon he wasnât bad. Sheâd been satisfied the time she had hooked up with him after threshing. And Iâd seen a handful of girls here and there over the last two years leave his room the morning after. So to hear he had been walked out onâŠ. Well it was surprising. Especially if heâd ben getting advice from Garrick. Another person whose bed I had not ended up in despite our flirtatious banter. But the way the girls talked, I knew whatever advice he had given would not have lead to a girl walking out on Sawyer.
âShe walked out on you? What the hell did you do?â I ask, leaning forward on the table.
Sawyers eyes go wide before leaning back in his chair and fidgeting with his fingers.
âItâs not important. You donât need to hear this.â He says, not wanting to meet my eyes.
âNo you canât just leave me hanging like that. What did you do?â I push, Garrick chuckling next to me.
âHe told me to try this position and claimed it always got a girl to finish in seconds. Clearly it didnât.â He huffs out.
âI donât blame the girl. You pretty much had her doing a handstand as you thrusted down into her. Definitely not how to get a girl to finish in seconds.â Garrick states bluntly.
âHandstand? What⊠I donât even want to know what you were trying to do. But never take advice from Ridoc.â I tell his as I gesture towards Garrick with my fork. âListen to him. Pretty much every girl in this quadrant wants to be with him or canât stop talking about how good he is.â
I catch Garrick looking very smug out of the corner of my eye. âGood to know Iâve got a reputation amongst you girls. Even then ones I havenât taken to my bed.â He says as he pulls my chair towards his, voice dripping ever so slightly.
I canât help the blush that starts to creep onto my face at his words, the smug look on his face only intensifying.
âDonât let it get to your head Tavis.â i say sternly, a slight shake to my voice I know he picks up on.
Garrickâs eyes flicker between Sawyer and I. A mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirks wider.
âWhat the hell are you thinking?â Sawyer asks nervously as he notes Garrickâs look.
âI have a proposition. One that mightâŠ. Benefit all of us. But mainly you two.â He stated with a shrug.
Sawyer looks at him confused, but my mind puts the pieces together instantly.
âYou canât be serious?!â I exclaim causing Garrick to chuckle.
âDeadly serious.â
Sawyer looks between us, still not catching on to what Garrick is hinting about. I couldnât deny Iâd wanted to know if Garrick was as good as the other girls said. Hell I found him insanely attractive. But Garrick was one to approach the girls he wanted. And not once had he approached me. Till now.
âDo you two want to clue me in as to whatâs going on?â Sawyer asks as he leans forward.
âWeâre going to kill two birds with one stone. Iâm going to show you how itâs done. And Y/N here is going find out if all that talk about me is true.â Garrick states as if this is normal every day conversation.
A strangled coughing sound comes from Sawyer who had tried to eat some food as Garrick laid out his idea. His eyes flicking to me and going wide, his cheeks that had started to go back to a normal colour returning to the deep read from earlier.
âWell if no one has any objections I will see both of you at my room tonight.â Garrick states as he stands from his chair before leaving Sawyer and I to stare at each other in silence.
âYou ready sweetheart?â Garrick asks as he steps forward, pulling me against him as he grasps my chin between his fingers.
He chuckles as I let out a shaky breath. Once we started there was no going back. But in some strange way that excited me.
I feel Sawyerâs eyes on me as I nod. Knowing heâs just as nervous as I am. âYes.â
Garrick leans in as if he wants to kiss me, my breath catching in my throat. But at the last second he swerves and looks Sawyer in the eye.
âYou can start. Undress her.â Garrickâs tone commanding as he pushes me towards Sawyer.
He still looks scared, but thereâs something new in Sawyerâs eyes when he looks at me. He reaches out, grasping my hand in his as he pulls me to him.
âYou ready sweetheart?â Garrick asks as he steps forward, pulling me against him as he grasps my chin between his fingers.
He chuckles as I let out a shaky breath. Once we started there was no going back. But in some strange way that excited me.
I feel Sawyerâs eyes on me as I nod. Knowing heâs just as nervous as I am. âYes.â
Garrick leans in as if he wants to kiss me, my breath catching in my throat. But at the last second he swerves and looks Sawyer in the eye.
âYou can start. Undress her.â Garrickâs tone commanding as he pushes me towards Sawyer.
He still looks scared, but thereâs something new in Sawyerâs eyes when he looks at me. He reaches out, grasping my hand in his as he pulls me to him.
His fingers tremble slightly as he reaches for the hem of my shirt, his gaze seeking approval in my eyes. I nod encouragingly, and he slowly lifts the fabric, breaking the barrier of apprehension that hangs in the air. As the material slides over my head, I'm left standing in just my pants and bra. There's a moment of silence, then Garrick's approving hum fills the room. "Continue," he prompts, his voice low but undeniably commanding as he leans against his desk. I can tell heâs holding back. The slight twitch of his hand as if he wants to reach out and take over, the lust and desire in his eyes. Sawyerâs hands caress my bare skin, drawing my eyes back to him as his hands move to the ties on my pants.
He hesitates for a moment before slowly untying the ties, his fingers brushing against my skin in the process. His actions are slow, careful, as if he's afraid to make a wrong move. But with every second, he seems to grow more confident, encouraged by the approving look in Garrick's eyes.
As Sawyer loosens the ties, another pair of hands starts to pull them down from behind along with my underwear. Their lips kissing down my back as they kneel to pull my pants off. I turn around as I step out of them, to see Garrick now shirtless and standing behind me. Clearly his want to be involved took over trying to sit back and watch.
His hands reach behind my back, undoing the clasp of my bra and pushing the straps down my arms. Leaving me bare before him and Sawyer. Sawyer whose hands now rest on my hips, his thumb rubbing circles into my skin. I shudder and go to jolt into Garrick as Sawyer places light kisses across my back, his hands tightening to keep me in place. Despite the cooler temperature and being naked, I felt flustered and warm, wedged between their bodies.
âSit down and pull her into your lap.â Garrick says to Sawyer.
Sawyer immediately complies. Walking us backwards to the bed, and pulling me down into his lap as he sits. Pushing my legs open to rest either side of his, his cock pushing into my back. Itâs then I realise heâs also taken advantage of Garrick distracting me, and has stripped down. I Turn my head towards Sawyer, pulling his head towards mine before pulling him into a kiss. His hands tighten on my hips, before one roams up to my breast, cupping and needing in in his palm. Garrick hums in approval as I moan at Sawyers touch, craving and wanting more of it as I do my best to push back onto him.
âSuch a needy girl.â A hint of mischief in Garrickâs voice as I feel his presence in front of me.
I look over to see Garrick kneeling in front of me, eyes glazed over with lust as he takes me in spread bare before him. I shiver under his stare, as Sawyer kisses my neck as I clench around nothing. These two already had me on edge and they had barely done anything. Clearly Sawyer had learnt at least something from Garrick before taking on Ridocâs advice. Garrick reaches out, I gasp and squirm in Sawyerâs grip as his fingers run up my centre. His fingers teasing my entrance before lightly tracing my clit.
âGarrick. Please.â I mew, my eyes fluttering shut as he repeats his movements.
âPlease what?â His voice dropping to barely above a whisper.
âNeed your fingers inside me. Please.â I beg as my hips jut forward.
âGood girl using your manners. How can I say no to you?â His cocky smirk on full display as his fingers slowly makes itâs way to my entrance. âMake sure you have a good hold on her.â
âWait wh-â
Garrick wastes no time, immediately inserting two of his very large fingers inside of me. My hips immediately bucking out of Sawyerâs grip, who quickly adjust his grip and secures me in his lap. Garrick merely chuckles as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling at just the right time to hit the perfect spot. My head falls back onto Sawyerâs shoulder as I whimper and squirm against his hold.
âRelax darling.â Sawyer whispers in my ear as he continues to kneed my breast in his hand. âWeâre nowhere near being done with you yet.â
I clench around Garrickâs fingers at his words, hearing Garrickâs hum of approval. âHeâs right sweetheart, this is only the beginning. Think you can take more?â
âY-yes.â I whimper out as Garrick curls his fingers inside me again.
Garrickâs eyes move from mine to something behind me before nodding. I turn to look at Sawyer who useâs both hands to grip my hips, holding me tightly against him. My words die on my lips, replaced by a loud moan as Garrickâs lips lock around my clit. His tongue lazily circling the bundle of nerves. Mixed with the perfectly timed curl of his fingers on that special spot, I could feel the pressure building quickly between my legs. My hips wanting to break free of Sawyerâs hands to grind on Garrickâs face.
âYou getting close darling?â Sawyer mutters in my ear.
I nod my head eagerly. âYes, please let me cum.â I pant as I nuzzle into his neck.
Garrick sucks harder on my clit, inserting another finger inside of me. I donât know if either of them said I could finish or not, but there was no stopping the waves of pleasure that wracked my body. I vaguely register Sawyer rushing to tighten his grip on me as my back arches off him, my hips grinding further onto Garrickâs face. Garrick whose moan vibrates through me as I do so, adding to the pleasure. Garrick removes his mouth from me, his fingers slowly pumping in and out as he removes one at a time. Sawyer loosens his grip on my hips as I slump back into him, his fingers lazily tracing patters on my hip.
âYou still alive sweetheart?â Garrick asks, a teasing tone to his voice.
I nod slowly, trying to catch me breath. Which I quickly fail at as I open my eyes, to Garrick fully bare in front of me. His hand lazily pumping his very erect cock. Holy shit. My eyes must go wide as both boys chuckle at my silence.
âSeems that woke you up.â Sawyer teases as he pushes me up from his lap.
I stumble, my legs still not fully recovered from the ordeal Garrick had put me through. Garrickâs hands grasps my hips, steadying me before I can fall to the ground. My eyes lock with Garrick as he backs us up towards his bed, spinning me around to face Sawyer who is kneeling on the bed waiting.
âThink you can take both of us sweetheart?â Garrick growls in my ear kisses just below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
Sawyer smiles as I nod eagerly at Garrickâs words. âGodâs yes.â
âGood. On your hands and knees facing Sawyer.â Garrick instructs, his usual commanding tone slipping in.
Sawyer opens his mouth to object, but Garrick must give him a look to shut up as he quickly shuts his mouth and nods. Garrick was in control here. What he said went. Especially after Sawyer had taken Ridocâs advice over his. This was his punishment. Only Garrick would get to properly fuck me tonight.
I crawl onto the bed towards Sawyer, Garrick quickly behind me as the mattress sinks under his weight. His hands resting on my hips as he settles behind me, his top sliding easily through my folds, coating himself in my arousal. I shudder as he slowly rocks back and forth, his tip nudging my clit. I reach out and grasp Sawyerâs cock in my hand, slowly moving my hand up and down, my thumb rolling over the tip as Sawyerâs head rolls back as he mumbles words I canât make out. His hips jolting forward as slightly tighten my hand.
âGo on pretty girl, show us what you can do with that mouth of yours.â Garrick purrs in my ear as he leans over me.
âBloody hell!â Sawyer moans as I lick up the underside of his cock before circling the tip with my tongue.
A string of curses fall from his lips, his breathing becoming uneven as I wrap my mouth around his cock, my hand working the rest of him. Slowly he starts to rock his hips back and forth in time with my movements. Iâd nearly forgotten about Garrick till he uses the distraction to sheathe himself inside my fully. My scream muffled by Sawyerâs cock in my mouth.
âThatâs it Y/N. Taking both of us so well.â Garrick praises from behind me as he starts to thrust back and forth.
Sawyerâs and Garrick fall into a rhythm, matching their thrusts perfectly as I become a moaning mess between them. I couldnât have prepared myself for the pleasure of taking them both at once. The force of Garrickâs thrust already had me clenching and spasming around his cock. While Sawyer tangles his hand in my hair to desperately chase his own release. Sawyer is the first to tip over the edge, his cum spilling down my throat as he holds in place against his hips as Garrick fucks me onto him.
As soon as Sawyerâs grip on my head loosens, Garrick wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest, his fingers rolling my nipple between his fingers. âYouâre not done yet Henrick. Put those fingers to use. Sheâs close, arenât you darling?â
Sawyer complies immediately, shuffling forward on the bed till heâs right in front of me, sandwiching me between them. His hands taking place on my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles around it. Luckily Garrick is holding me up, my body becoming liquid with the amount of pleasure these two are giving me.
âP-please.â I moan out, head rolling back onto Garrickâs shoulder.
âPlease what darling?â Sawyer coos at me.
âI-I need t-t c-cum.â I stutter out as Garrick nips at my neck.
âYouâve been such a good girl. Cum for us darling.â Garrick whispers in my ear.
Garrick thrusts up into me so hard I fall forward into Sawyer, who catches me with his free arm while still playing with my clit. With in seconds I cum undone, screaming out both their names as I writher in Sawyerâs arms. Seconds later Garrick pulls my hips flush against him as he moans loudly. For a moment all of us are still. Sawyer holding me in his arms, while Garrick stays buried inside me, head resting on my shoulder. All of us trying to catch our breath, and also come to terms with what weâve just done. As I push my self upright, Iâm immediately met with Sawyerâs smile. And I know, just like me he doesnât regret this in the slightest. Garrick moves behind me, slowly pulling out of me as I shudder at the loss of him inside me.
âSo, whose advice are we no longer taking?â Garrick teases as we all burst into fits of laughter.
âI mean I wonât complain if he does if it leads to this again.â I say in what I mean to be a joke, but gods I wanted this again.
Garrick chuckles behind me. âSo, same time next week?â
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âJust trying to make sure youâre okay,â - Garrick Tavis x female reader
Summary: Oren tries to kiss you but you defend yourself before Garrick can intervene
Warnings: almost non-con kiss; mainly fluff
Words: 3.2k
Y/N's POV
The courtyard is quiet tonight, almost too quiet, as I speed walk through it to get back to the dorms before anyone finds me out of bed. But, of course, nothing can go smoothly because suddenly Oren is appearing in front of me, backing me into one of the darker corners of the yard. His hand clamps tightly around my wrist, blunt nails digging into my skin painfully through my riding leathers as he looks me up and down like some piece of meat.Â
âWhat are you doing Oren?!â I grit out, trying to pull my arm free, but his hold seems to only tighten, nails probably drawing blood.Â
Oren doesnât listen. Instead, he ignores me completely, yanking me closer, and I nearly gag at the stench that hits me. Up close, he reeks of sweat and stale air, his skin slick with it. His breath is hot and foul, making my stomach turn as he leans in, eyes dark with something I donât want to acknowledge.Â
My heart pounds in my chest, the courtyard spinning around me as he comes even closer.Â
âStop!â I mutter, but the word is stuck in my throat, barely audible as his lips hover just inches from mine. His breath is suffocating, thick and sour, and I want to recoil, but I canât. My chest tightens, and my heart is pounding so loud it drowns out everything around me. I feel trapped, the space between us shrinking with each breath, with every disgusting inch he moves closer. My skin crawls under his touch, his nails digging deeper into my wrist, sending sharp waves of pain through my arm. I want to scream, to thrash, but itâs as if my body refuses to cooperate, frozen in fear.
I want to cry.Â
I feel my throat tighten with the urge, tears threatening to sting my eyes as panic bubbles up inside me. My mind races, searching for somethingâanythingâto pull me out of this moment, to make this stop. But my voice is gone, stuck in my throat like a heavy stone.
I can hear Nyx in the back of my mind, a low growl vibrating through our bond. She senses my fear, my disgust, and it only amplifies her anger. Her presence is fierce, hot like the flames she can command, and itâs enough to remind me that Iâm not helpless. Iâm not weak.
And then I see itâmovement. Out of the corner of my eye, two familiar forms lurking in the shadows. Xaden and Garrick. Theyâre close. Watching. I know they see whatâs happening. The sight snaps me out of my stupor, adrenaline spiking in my veins like lightning. Something clicks in me. No. Not meâsomething else takes over, something fierce and powerful. Before I know it, my body moves on its own. My left fist swings up, and I donât even think about the impact before it happens. My knuckles collide with Orenâs face, bone meeting flesh in a sickening crack.
The satisfaction is instant, a surge of power and pride washing over me as Oren stumbles back, clutching his cheek. His cry is sharp, high-pitched, almost girlish. My hand throbs with the blow, but the rush of adrenaline drowns out the pain.
He swears, stumbling as he tries to recover. âYouâbitch,â he spits out, the word snarled through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of shock and fury. âFucking crazyâ
âGet the hell away from me,â I growl, voice finally steady, stronger than I thought possible. My arm is still throbbing, his nails having left deep indents, but I donât care. Not anymore. Orenâs curses fill the air, each word sharper than the last as he stumbles, clutching his crooked, bleeding nose. His eyes burn with rage, and for a split second, I see him move forward, his hand dropping from his face as if heâs actually going to try something. My heart races again, but this time itâs differentâIâm ready. My body hums with the rush of adrenaline, my hands balled into fists at my sides.Â
Then, behind me, I hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. Slow. Purposeful.
Xaden and Garrick emerge from the shadows like predators stalking their prey. They move in unison, lethal grace in every step. The tension in the air thickens, and Orenâs fury falters, replaced with something that looks like fear.
âYou heard her.â Xadenâs voice cuts through the night like a blade, low and gruff, full of menace. Itâs a command, not a suggestion, and it stops Oren in his tracks. His eyes flick between the two of them, the anger quickly draining from his face. For a moment, Oren looks like he wants to argue, but Xadenâs glare alone is enough to pin him in place. He swears under his breath, a mangled sound of frustration and pain, before finally turning on his heel, scampering away like a beaten dog.
I release a breath I didnât know I was holding, the tension in my chest loosening as I watch him disappear into the darkness. The courtyard feels eerily quiet now, the only sounds the fading echo of Orenâs footsteps and the faint rustle of wind through the trees.
Before I can say anything, Xaden melts back into the shadows as swiftly as he appeared, his dark form blending with the night. I barely have time to open my mouth to thank him before heâs gone.
Now, itâs just me and Garrick.
The quiet between us feels thick but not uncomfortable. Itâs like the night is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. His presence beside me is steady, a calm strength that Iâve come to rely on without even realising it. But tonight, it feels different. More intense, charged in a way I wasnât expecting. His hazel eyes settle on me, soft but filled with something that makes my heart stutter, my pulse quickening under his gaze.
âLet me walk you back to your room," Garrick says, his voice deep and low, almost gravelly. Thereâs a protective edge to it, but also a gentleness that sends warmth flooding through me.
I nod softly, glancing up at him. Garrick isâŠGarrick. Pale skin that seems to glow in the moonlight, dark, messy curls that tumble around his face, and those striking hazel eyes that always seem to catch the light just right. His broad shoulders seem to take up twice the space as anyone else, his hulking frame making him appear almost too large for the quiet intimacy of this moment. Heâs always towered over everyone, but thereâs something comforting about it now, like his sheer size alone is enough to keep me safe from anything.
As we start walking, his footsteps slow and deliberate, he glances at me out of the corner of his eye. "You handled yourself well back there," he murmurs, the compliment soft but sincere. His voice sends shivers down my spine, but in a good way.
âThanks,â I mumble, still trying to wrap my head around everything that just happened. My hand instinctively goes to rub the sore spot on my wrist where Orenâs grip had been, the skin tender and red. My heart hasnât fully calmed yet, the adrenaline still rushing through my veins.
Out of nowhere, I see a flicker of movement in the shadows, and before I can stop myself, I jump, my body reacting before my mind can. My hand flies out, gripping Garrickâs without thinking. My heart slams against my ribs, panic from the encounter with Oren still fresh in my mind.
His hand tightens around mine instantly, strong and reassuring. He doesnât pull away, doesnât hesitate, just holds on, steady and unshakable. The warmth of his palm grounds me, the way his fingers curl around mine making me feel safe, like nothing can touch me as long as heâs here.
âEasy,â he says softly, his thumb brushing over the back of my hand. âItâs just a shadow.â
I nod, trying to steady my breathing as he leads me toward the dorm building. My heart is still hammering in my chest, but not just from the fear. Thereâs something else now, something unexpected. The way his hand feels in mine, the way heâs so calm, so presentâit makes my stomach flip.
The dorm building looms ahead, dimly lit and quiet in the night. First-year cadets stay on the first floor, second years on the second, third years on the third. Iâve been here long enough to know the routine, and I expect him to lead me straight to my dorm on the first floor.
But he doesnât.
Instead, we head up the stairs, each step making my pulse race a little faster. My hand stays firmly in his, his grip never loosening as he guides me upward. I glance up at him, confusion mixing with excitement. My nerves tingle as we climb higher and higher, past the first floor, then the second. My heart flutters in my chest, excitement thrumming through me as I realize where weâre heading.
Heâs leading me to his floor.
I donât ask why, and he doesnât offer an explanation, but I donât need one. The nervous energy swirling inside me is enough to keep me silent, anticipation sparking with every step.
We stop outside a door near the end of the hall, Garrickâs door. He pulls out a key and unlocks it with a quiet click. The door swings open, and he holds it for me, his broad frame taking up nearly the entire doorway. I duck under his arm, heart fluttering as I step inside.
His room is simple but unmistakably his. Thereâs a neatly made bed, sheets dark and crisp, and a large window with the moonlight streaming in, casting a silvery glow across the stone floor. A few personal belongings are scattered here and thereâa well-worn book on the bedside table, boots tossed in the corner, and his riding gear draped over a chair. The space smells faintly of leather and something distinctly him, something warm and grounding. Itâs comforting, yet I canât help but feel a little out of place, unsure of why heâs brought me here instead of my own room.
Before I can ask, Garrick disappears into the small ensuite off to the side. I stand awkwardly near the bed, glancing around the room, feeling the nervous buzz in my stomach only grow stronger. A moment later, he returns, a small first aid kit in his hand.
Itâs only then I notice the blood dripping down my arm, the dull ache in my wrist now sharp and stinging. Orenâs grip had cut deeper than I realized, nail marks leaving angry red trails down my skin.
Garrickâs eyes flick to my arm, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. He guides me to sit on the edge of his bed, his touch gentle but firm. I swallow hard, trying to calm my racing heart as he kneels between my legs, settling there as if itâs the most natural thing in the world.
But my mind goes somewhere else entirely.
The sight of him kneeling between my legs, his large hands carefully rolling up my sleeve, sends a rush of heat through me that has nothing to do with the pain in my arm. Heâs so closeâso achingly closeâthat I can feel the warmth radiating off him, the scent of leather and something distinctly Garrick enveloping us. My heart races, each thump echoing in my ears, the quiet of the room amplifying the moment in a way that feels almost intimate.
His hazel eyes flicker to the cuts on my forearm, but I canât shake the feeling that heâs fully aware of the effect he has on me, the way my breath hitches in my throat as he hovers near. Itâs as if he knows what this proximity does to me, and a thrill runs through my veins at the realization that maybe, just maybe, I do the same to him. I see the slight dilation of his pupils, the way his breathing slows as he focuses entirely on me, and my body ignites with a mix of nervous energy and undeniable desire.
The sting of the antiseptic pulls me back to reality, yet it only sharpens the knot of yearning tightening in my stomach. I try to remind myself this is just a simple first-aid moment, but the heat in the room feels electric. My mind races with thoughts of how his hands would feel against my skin, exploring in ways that have nothing to do with cuts and bruises.
And before I can stop myself, my fingers find his dark curls, threading through them like they were meant to be touched. Theyâre even softer than I imagined, silky and thick, each strand slipping between my fingers as if inviting me to pull him closer. I donât realize how tightly Iâm holding on until Garrick lets out a low, choked sound, his breath hitching in the back of his throat, his body freezing for just a moment.
The sound sends a jolt of electricity through me, awakening something primal and teasing in my nature. I canât help the smirk that plays at my lips as I notice the flush creeping up his neck. He tries to regain his composure, but thereâs an unmistakable vulnerability in his hazel eyes as he looks up at me, and I wonder if he feels the same pull I do.
âSorry,â I murmur, feigning innocence even though my heart races with excitement. But itâs not just an apology; itâs an invitation. I want to see how he reacts, to push the boundaries just a little further.
As he resumes tending to my arm, his hands brushing against my skin send shivers racing up my spine. The intimacy of the moment is almost dizzying, and I canât ignore the way he leans in slightly, the heat of his body melding with mine, the tension between us crackling like wildfire. I bite my lip, a mix of shyness and daring coursing through me as I realize Iâm enjoying this far too much.
Garrickâs fingers linger on the edge of my sleeve, and I canât help but wonder how it would feel if he slid them higher, if he let himself explore the curve of my arm, the pulse in my wrist. The thought sends a rush of heat to my cheeks, and I catch the briefest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, as if he knows exactly what Iâm thinking.
âJust trying to make sure youâre okay,â he murmurs, his voice low and husky, that teasing glint in his eye making it hard to breathe. And in that moment, the space between us feels charged, electricâlike the very air around us is begging to be ignited.
Taking a leap of faith, I tug gently on his curls again, tilting his head up just enough to meet his gaze. Our eyes lock, and in that moment, the world outside fades away. My heart races, a mixture of exhilaration and uncertainty swirling within me. Is this too far? But as I lean in, I can feel the heat radiating between us, a magnetic pull that draws me closer.
Before I can overthink it, Garrick surges up, closing the gap in a heartbeat. Our lips collide softly at first, a tentative exploration filled with the sweetness of newfound desire. His lips are plush and soft against mine, as if they were made for this very moment. I feel the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both.
As the kiss deepens, the hesitance gives way to something hotter and more fervent. Garrick shifts, rising over me, and the solid weight of him pressing me into the bed sends a thrill coursing through my veins. The sensation of his body enveloping me, so solid yet incredibly soft, feels intoxicating. His hands find my hips, fingers digging in just enough to elicit a gasp from my lips, while the other hand weaves into my hair, tilting my head to give him better access.
Every brush of his fingers against my skin sends shivers racing through me, igniting a burning desire I can no longer ignore. I run my hands up his chest, feeling the strength in his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. My fingers trace over the defined contours, relishing the solid warmth of him. His chest and abs are firm, but thereâs an underlying softness that invites me to explore further, to push the boundaries of whatâs possible between us.
The kiss grows more passionate, more desperate, as if weâre both trying to convey everything weâve felt but couldnât say. My heart races, each thump echoing in my ears, urging me to hold on tighter, to pull him closer. I can feel the heat radiating off him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as the kiss deepens into something raw and hungry.
Garrickâs hands move with a gentle but possessive touch, gripping my hips as he hovers above me, his body fitting perfectly against mine. Itâs as if we were always meant to be this way, lost in each otherâs embrace, with every kiss unraveling a new layer of longing and connection.
As we kiss, I feel a surge of confidence blooming within me. This is rightâthis connection, this spark between us. I pull him closer, my fingers threading through his hair, deepening the kiss as I lose myself in the moment. Time seems to stand still, the world outside fading away, leaving only Garrick and me in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy.
I never want to stop kissing Garrick. Each brush of his lips against mine sends waves of warmth radiating through me, igniting a passion I didnât know existed. I get lost in the taste of him, the softness, the way he fits against me perfectly as if weâre two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.
But eventually, the kiss softens, and I can feel him pulling away, breathless and heated. His hazel eyes, usually so calm and steady, are now dark with desire, filled with a fire that leaves me wanting more. I see the flush on his pale skin, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly, mirroring my own racing heart.
Garrick leans back slightly, though his hands remain resting on my hips, grounding us both in this moment. âWe should... probably get some sleep,â he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, filled with a mixture of longing and reluctance.
I can hear the unspoken words lingering in the air, the promise of more to come. âWe can continue this later,â he adds, a teasing smile playing on his lips, as if he knows just how much he affects me.
A breathless laugh escapes me, the reality of what weâve just shared sinking in. âYeah, later,â I echo, feeling the heat radiate between us even as he pulls away fully.
The space between us feels both empty and electric, the remnants of our kisses hanging in the air like an unbroken promise. I watch him, heart pounding, already anticipating the next time our lips will meet, the next chance to explore this new, thrilling connection but knowing heâs mine and Iâm his, sinking into his soft, Garrick smelling bed for the night.Â
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Another Sleepy Tyrrish Men Headcanon
I should be sleeping but instead hereâs Garrick
How does he sleep? Itâs the letter X, yall. Heâs sprawled out taking all the space. At Basgiath he was crammed in small beds that didnât fit his frame so if heâs back in Aretia, heâs got his body taking up all the bed space.
Any pillows? One. A single pillow is all he needs. When you stay over and ask for a pillow heâs going to be cheeky and say âIâll be your pillow.â But heâs also serious, he only has one pillowâŠ
But heâs Garrick and always has a plan to take care of everyone so once he finds out how awkward it was to have you over with no spare pillow he secures one for you
How many blankets? Just one. A semi thick blanket. But bonus points is that itâs big. The Tavis family were all tall so his family blanket in his room is so big you both can easily share without fighting for warmth.
Does he snore? Oh yeah. Lumberjack Garrick is sawing logs over there. Xaden makes mention that Garrick runs his mouth even in his sleep. Yes, Itâs loud but itâs like, cute lolol. If you give him a little nudge to roll over on his stomach heâll stop.
He makes you a pair of earrings that have noise canceling runes on them, because heâs Garrick
Nightmares? Yes. More on that below
Cuddler? Heâs grabbing you up and tossing you on the bed and grabbing you again once he gets under the covers. He loves to fall asleep with you held close, preferably with your face against his chest. Though, after heâs asleep he rolls off if you and sprawls out on the bed.
Goodnight kiss? Yes.long, slow, intimate as hell and you two usually find yourselvesâŠ.a bit more active before sleeping due to that level of loving
Is he waking up for late night smoochies? Yes sir. Though Iâd like to imagine the nightmares wake him up and heâs so scared and startled he canât go back to sleep right away. But, he sees you next to him and starts cuddling you again, kissing your shoulders, back, neck, face, wherever.
Is he a shameless flirt who wants to love on you every moment of the day? Yes. Is he also a man with trauma that wants to be comforted but is too prideful to ask for help so he just wants your touch to ground him and intimacy is the only way he thinks he can do that? Also, yes.
#fourth wing#the empyrean#garrick tavis#tyrrish men headcanons you didn't ask for#iron flame#garrick taking up all the room in the bed and in our hearts
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You'll Survive
Garrick Tavis x Reader
Angst/Violence
Again breaking my heart here, just Garrick this time, as requested.
Summary: Garrick leaves for War Games and you are determined to forget him.
Word Count: 4.5k
A/n: Mentions of Tourture/some swearing, some Iron Flames spoilers
Should we have our angry bad ass girl give Garrick an ass kicking in a part 2?
Part 2
The anger turned in to absolute despair. How could things have gotten so bad? The last words you exchanged with him were in anger and now youâd never be able to take them back. Youâd never know if you really meant anything to him or not. At the same time, you couldnât decide if you cared or not.
The anger that rotted in your core the entire time you were away was rooted farther than anything youâd ever felt before. He wouldnât fight for you to join him, but there was Imogen, looking at you with a smug look on her face. You couldnât help the way your face hardened, and a steely glare settled across your features.
You had seen the way she looked at him when you werenât around and knew there had to be something there. Whether or not he still felt something, you were unsure. But the minute he turned his back to you and walked towards Imogen for War Games, you felt there was more there than he ever led on.Â
You thought back to the last words that you exchanged and couldnât help the regret that filled every part of your body.Â
âSo thatâs it, huh?â You breathe as Garrick walks towards you. âYou wonât even try to convince Xaden to take me?â
âYouâre a first year, thereâs no reason for you to be with the Wingleaderâs headquarters squad.â He said back a calm determination on his face.
âThatâs bullshit and you know it. Especially given the fact that heâs taking two other first years.â You snapped back viciously.Â
âYouâre to go with the rest of your squad. Youâll survive without me for a few days.â He says nonchalantly.
After that statement, you couldnât control the raging inferno that coated your veins and made a home in your stomach. Hot and corrosive, you couldnât help the way you wanted to punch him straight in the face.
âI see.â You say as you look past Garrick at Imogen still smirking at you smugly. âWell, I hope you enjoy your trip with your girl, because it certainly isnât me.â You spit as you turn sharply and mount your dragon.Â
âLetâs go Diomat.â You demand as you refuse to look back down at the infuriating man before you.
âWith pleasure, Bold One.â Diomat confirms and immediately lifts into the air, but not before issuing a warning growl to your Section Leader.
You refuse to look back and see what emotion Garrick could possibly have on his face. Was he even hurt at what you said or was he smirking that you would ever dare to think heâd want you?
You fly for Eltuval and let the cold wind try to cool the flames that seem to lick underneath your skin. You refuse to let that man be the reason you lose your focus. You let the anger simmer in the hours it takes for you to get to your outpost.Â
As soon as you feel Diomat begin her descent, you take a deep breath closing your eyes and try to let the anger filter out of your body. You walk forward to the outpost and listen to the directions of your squad leader and senior leadership.Â
Everything seemed to be going according to leaderships plan, until you find yourself slightly farther from the outpost than you anticipated. Youâre unsure why, but you were sent to the northwestern most part of region your squad was to be patrolling. You hear a roar that sounds like a dragon and you turn in your seat and look, only to see what appears to be a grey dragon.Â
You furrow your brow in confusion as you notice it only has two legs and then watch as it spits blue fire.Â
âDiomat, is there another dragon breed we arenât taught about?â You ask with fear starting to lace your mental voice.
âThat is no dragon.â Diomat replies fiercely.
âWell, are you going to tell me what it is if it isnât a dragon?â
âI believe your leadership may have forced us into a situation we werenât expecting.â Diomat snarls. âThose abominations are wyvern. I believe you know the stories about them and their creators.â
Your eyes widen and dart between your dragon and the grey wyvern that is flying into the neighboring Poromish town.
âWh-Wha-What?â Even your thoughts begin to stammer as you try to puzzle the pieces together. âWhy would they send us out here if they knew about this? What are we supposed to do Diomat?â
Your thoughs are a jumble and you canât seem to process anything. Within the few seconds that were spent hovering in the air to examine the creature, it has now set its sights on you.
âSHIT!â You say as the large grey mass starts barreling towards you at untenable speeds.Â
âHold on.â Diomat commands as she begins climbing above the cover of the trees.
âIs there a way to kill this thing?â You question in a panic, hoping beyond hope that thereâs a solution to this.
âDo you still have the dagger the Section Leader gave to you?â
You furrow your brows while you pull the runed dagger from the sheath at your calf. You pull it out and your eyes blow wide. Where there was just a normal dagger before, now the hilt is glowing a soft blue color and you can feel the magic thrum through your fingers.Â
âThis can kill them?âÂ
âYes, do you remember what venin look like? Can you transform into what you remember from the descriptions of your book? If so, you may be able to drop down and kill it.â Diomat explains as we continue to dip, dive, and weave through heavy tree coverage.
âYou want me to get on the back of the wyvern?!?â You ask incredulously at the plan your dragon has just drawn in your mind.
âYes, because you are more than capable of doing this. You are a powerful rider. My rider. And I know that you can do this.â Diomat says with a tone of absolute conviction.
If only your mind was as certain in your abilities as Diomatâs mind is.Â
âYou will need to aim for the chest that should be the weakest part.â Diomat confirms before you notice her slowing down.Â
You turn your head and watch as blue flames continue to blow directly behind your dragon gaining on you second by second. Diomat begins to dip down even further while you begin to float through the memories of the stories of the venin.Â
You remember the billowing robes, the red veins, the color of their eyes reflecting their bloodlust for power and finally the veins that mar their tarnished skin. You settle on a full picture in the art gallery in your mind and take a deep breath reaching for Diomatâs power. When you look down at yourself next, your clothes are no longer riding leathers, but a purple robe that looks tattered and moth eaten. You continue to look down at your hands and canât help the panic that flares to life in your chest when you see the red veins coating every inch of your fingers.Â
âYou are still you, Bold One. I would not let you tarnish yourself.â Diomat consoles as you feel pride radiating from your bond.
âOkay, Diomat. Letâs take down this thing.â You think back closing away all the insecurities plaguing your mind.Â
Soon enough Diomat is slowing down but lifting you both to the clouds. As you burst through the tree line, you watch as the wyvern continues flying towards where it thought you still were. Slowly you begin to descend and rise from the seat of your dragon and walk towards her front left leg.Â
âThis is why I have not been going easy on you, Bold One. I will not leave my rider unprepared, even if the Section Leader wanted to keep this from you.â
As Diomat begins to descend, you look up to the sky and pray to Zinhal that this plan will work. After that one thought, you close your eyes for just a second and let yourself free fall.Â
You land with a smack onto a rough grey surface, and you lock every muscle in your body tight.Â
Is this why Garrick was always disappearing for hours on end?
You shake your head trying to waft off any other thoughts of the Section Leader when you are trying to kill the beast below you. You cautiously make your way up to the neck scales, until you look up and realize, those arenât scales, they are feather razors.
You crouch down next to the neck and plunge the dagger you have down as hard as you possibly can. Not expecting the bounce back, you end up being bucked against the razor mane on the neck of the wyvern as the beast bucks and writhes trying to dislodge your dagger.Â
You pull yourself forward and wrap both hands around the blade and jump in front of its wing.Â
âCatch me Diomat.â You think as you feel yourself falling while your dagger peels through the rough skin of the wyvern.Â
Your dagger finally breaks free, and you are free falling towards the line of trees.
âDIOMAT!â
âComing, Bold One!â You hear Diomatâs voice break causing you to let fear take over as you fall faster and faster.Â
Your pull on your power lessens and you watch as the robes become your leathers again. You try to bring your leg up and sheath the dagger back at your calf. The next thing you feel is your head hitting branches and your vision swims momentarily. You feel your emotions tugging at you that this is the end, and you will meet Malek today.
âNo, you are destined for great things, Y/N. You will not die today.â Diomat says authoritatively.Â
As if on command at that statement, you finally feel yourself crash into bumpy scales. It takes all the effort you can muster to grab for Diomatâs pommel to stop your own acceleration. You can feel your arms protesting the amount of strength itâs taking to say on while your back screams from the lashes of the wyverns razored feathers.Â
Diomat continues to try and stop both your acceleration and keep pace back towards the outpost. You grunt in response to the effort and try to pull yourself back into the seat. Everything in your body is telling you to give in to the sweet call of sleep, but you know you need to wait until you get back to the outpost.Â
As you fly closer to Eltuval, you canât help but feel like something is wrong. You look around at the field where your squadâs dragons had been landing the last four days and see them all gone.Â
âWhere did the squad go?â
âNokass just confirmed that all Basgiath squads have headed back to the Citadel.â
At that you perk up and your body goes rigid. Did they set you up and leave you to die? Didnât anyone else see what had happened?
âDid Nokass give us any orders?â
âWe are to land and debrief with the cadre here. Besides Bold One, you need to have your wounds tended to.â Diomat says with a hint of trepidation in her voice.
âShould I tell them about the wyvern?â
âNo. Tell them you fell off when we were accelerating while practicing flight maneuvers.â
You send your understanding back through the bond and dismount Diomat. You donât make it far before you are escorted by two lieutenants that met you at the flight field. You enter the infirmary there and lay down.Â
Soon enough your wounds are tended to, and the mender confirms you need to rest. You fall into a fitful sleep that focuses on wyvern, venin, and a certain dark-haired Section Leader that seems to have been keeping more from you than you ever realized.Â
You wake in a sweat and look around confused before realizing where you are. Itâs another two days before you are given clearance to leave, which luckily the senior cadre of the outpost seemed to have bought the story that Diomat told you to spin.Â
You are given orders to return to Basgiath and a note confirming the reason for your absence.Â
Hours later, you are flying on Diomat with the wind battering your new scars and broken thoughts. How much had he been hiding from you this entire time? What did he really know? Were you just a little plaything for him?
As you watch the sun rise, you set your jaw and take a deep breath. You know at this point there is no need in worrying. Graduation is done, and he has most likely been sent to his outpost. You try to let yourself settle at the realization that youâll never see him again.
When you land in the flight field, you are surprised to see a green dragon seemingly just returning from a flight with their rider. You look over and realize who it is.Â
Bodhi.Â
As you draw closer with Diomat, you watch as he turns his head and looks back before whipping it back around with wide surprised eyes.Â
âApparently there was miscommunication. Your squad and the Section Leader were told your name was reported for the death rolls.â Diomat relays with irritation.
Your eyebrows fly up and eyes widen in surprise. Did none of Basgiath cadre know that youâd been in the infirmary at Eltuval? Why would you have been reported for the death rolls before confirmation wouldâve been sent from the outpost?Â
You clutch harder to the orders that you were given as you dismount. You trip forward slightly as your blood rushes back into your legs, your body protesting every movement as everything is still tight from your body needing additional recovery.  You slowly stand to your feet and as you look up you are met by surprised brown eyes.
âWha â How?â You watch as Bodhi sputters. âWe were told you were dead. Your name was to be read on the death rolls tomorrow.â
You look at him with a dead panned expression and say in a flat voice. âWell obviously someone got their information wrong.â
You go to turn and walk away, ready to dispel the myths about your apparent demise before you feel Bodhiâs hand on your elbow.
âYou need to write to Garrick. Heâs an absolute mess.â He says and you can see the sorrow reflected in his gaze for his brother.
âI donât need to do anything.â You say back coldly, the lies and the way he didnât fight for you taking forefront in your mind.Â
âAnd you wonât be telling him either.â You warn. âHe made his choices. Those things donât change just because I happen to be alive.â
You watch as a grimace crosses Bodhiâs face clearly remembering the way that you departed for War Games.Â
âBesides,â you whisper as you step into Bodhiâs space bringing your mouth to his ear. âI was too busy fighting off and killing a wyvern to worry about writing.â
You relish the way Bodhiâs eyes flash with realization that not only did Garrick leave you behind, but you also now know what he was trying to keep hidden.Â
âHow about this.â You pull back and add with a challenging tone. âHow about you and the rest of your marked friends keep my secret and Iâll keep yours? Hmm.â
You watch as Bodhi seems to weigh his options before nodding in defeat, his head falling forward.Â
âGood. Pleasure doing business with you Durran.â You purr venomously.Â
You fully turn now and walk purposefully towards the Commandantâs office looking to clear yourself. You will not let Garrickâs feelings over your supposed death completely erase the way he left you behind and apparently never trusted you in the first place.
As you stride through the halls of the Riderâs Quadrant, you begin to relish the looks of shock from everyone around you. You briefly wonder if youâre the only person who was seemingly resurrected after War Games, but the thought is fleeting when you feel a body run straight into you, tearing the breath out of you.
âGods. How are you alive? Where have you been?â You look up to realize that youâve been engulfed in a hug by your best friend and squad mate and crack the first smile youâve had in days.
âLetâs just say the front gave Diomat and I some personal surprises on our patrol. Ones that landed me in Eltuvalâs Infirmary for two days after you all left.â You say while trying to evade the full answer to the question.Â
âI knew it wouldnât be that easy to kill you.â His answer causes a laugh to bubble out of you involuntarily.
âCome on, I have to go deliver this to Pancheck before everyone really thinks Iâm dead.â You pull him along and head towards the Commandantâs headquarters.
Weeks pass and you get back to normal or whatever can possibly pass as your new normal. You canât help the way you notice those that were in Resson are being targeted for what you assume is the same knowledge you now have. However, for whatever reason the cadre seems to have bought your story, at least for now.Â
Youâve also been avoiding the dirty looks Imogen gives you any time you happen to be in the same room. Why the hell canât she just leave you alone? She got what she wanted, so you canât understand what her issue is. Though luckily for you, your deal with Bodhi makes sure you donât have to worry about her little obsession worrying over you.Â
Youâve avoided Violet like the absolute plague ever since returning and was lucky enough to be shuffled into a squad with no marked ones after the disaster that was parapet.Â
Youâve heard people talking about Riorson coming back to Basgiath, but youâve so far been lucky to avoid him. Until one day in the rotunda youâre walking to your next class and youâre unfortunate enough to see him standing not far away talking to Bodhi.Â
You watch as he looks up and directly at you and then whip his heads around again towards you before blinking several times and rubbing his eyes. Fortunately for you, practicing with your signet has you ready for this unfortunate meeting. As soon as you see him, you immediately change your hair and eye color, along with angling out your features more.Â
You look towards your squad mate to your right and smirk as his features slacken slightly at your change in appearance.
âStop gawking or Riorson is going to get suspicious.â You tell him lowly.Â
He shakes his head and moves his eyes to back in front of you. You both continue to walk on your way to your next class and enter the door taking a seat.
âSince when can you do that?â He asks now looking at you with open fascination.
âSince about right before we left for War Games last year. Diomat and I practiced while everyone else was too busy getting drunk before the Reunification Day party. Just havenât had the reason to show off my skills.â You recount.Â
âI can change pretty much my entire appearance.â You relay as you begin to smirk again and completely transform yourself into looking like your friend in front of you.
âWell godsdamn. I look absolutely fabulous.â He quips.Â
With that you break down and start laughing uncontrollably. With that loss of fine control, you morph back into your own form. You watch as suddenly his face turns serious.
âHave you really not written or heard from Tavis?â He asks a hint of trepidation at the topic hitting his voice.
âNo.â You sigh before replying. âI convinced Durran that he had to keep the secret of my existence to himself and the rest of his marked friends here in exchange for a favor to them as well. So, my secret is safe with me, which is why I didnât want Riorson to see me. Heâs unaware of his cousinâs deal.â
Your friend shakes his head in comprehension and you both face forward as the professor comes into the class.Â
Weeks continue to fly by in a whir of classes and idiotic RSC challenges. At this point, you donât even know what the class is even worth. They arenât truly giving anyone the whole story and battle brief continues to be a joke.Â
You have started training with Diomat after classes hoping to get better at flight maneuvers so that youâre truly prepared for the upcoming war. Itâs after a grueling training session with her that you are taken by surprise while walking back to your room.Â
Before you can react to protect yourself, you feel something blunt slam into the back of your head and your vision swims before you fall to a heap on the ground.Â
As you slowly wake up, you canât seem to stop the incessant pounding in your head. Your head rolls back and forth as you try to shake off the haze. When your eyes open, you are met with a dirt ceiling that looks like it has been carved in the underground.Â
You try to move your arms and feel the sharp bite of iron around your wrists and biceps. You sit up straight just to find yourself strapped to a wooden chair. You shake your head again and look around searching for your squad mates like you would normally find for the special torture that is RSC.
Unfortunately for you, there isnât anyone else here. You hear footsteps from outside the door and draw in a quick breath stealing yourself for whatever horror is coming your way.
As the door opens you smell the sour stench of body odor and hair oil that permeates the air. As you take in the man before you confusion knits your brow.Â
Why would Varrish be here? You hadnât done anything to draw attention to yourself since returning from War Games. Did Bodhi or one of the marked ones sell you out?
You have little more time to think about what is happening before you feel a hand connect with your cheek. You let out a grunt as your head whips to the side and pain bursts across your mouth.Â
âSeems fitting after all of your lies to be sitting in this chair, doesnât it?â He croons as he slowly walks around the chair you are strapped to.Â
âI donât know what lies you speak of Vice Commandant.â You spit. The last thing you will do is break to this disgusting husk of a man.Â
âOh, I believe you do.â He sneers. âYou and Sorrengail will be instrumental in getting Riorson and Tavis to spill everything they know.â
You canât help the sarcastic huff that leaves you. The bitter taste of anger and betrayal still whirring inside you.
âYouâll find that you are wrong about Tavis.â You protest vehemently. âHis affections lie elsewhere. You are wasting your time with me.â
A sickening sneer of a smile crosses Varrishâs face and you know that nothing you will say will change his mind.
âOh, Iâm aware he may think youâre dead. But that doesnât mean when he arrives you wonât be bait for him.â He whispers as he leans in close where the stench of him is almost enough to make you sick.Â
He then rears back, and head butts you in the face and you hear a sickening crunch before the blood starts pouring from your nose. You try to hold in your scream, but itâs no use. You know he wonât stop until he gets what he wants from you.Â
âJust give me some information and you can have your connection to your dragon back and you can go back to class, no one the wiser.â
You lift your chin in defiance at the vile man in front of you and let the blood from your broken nose into your mouth before spitting it right in his face. Thereâs no doubt in your mind that you will not risk your dragon or anyone elseâs life to save your own.Â
It takes a few hours before you realize that this torture will be never ending. Immediately after you think he is finished; he calls in Nolon to mend your body multiple times a day.
âIs it really worth keeping their secrets?â Nolon asks a note of sympathy and regret in his eyes as he mends your broken collarbone.Â
âI will give my life for anyoneâs. Secrets or no.â You spit at the man you had once seen as a kind and gentle soul.Â
Nolon shakes his head and continues his work as you try to push away the pain of mending and focus on anything else.Â
Itâs about the eighth time that Nolon has come in to mend you before you start to feel like giving up may be the only option.Â
âCanât you just let me die already?â You viciously call back to the man healing you just so you can be broken again.Â
âIâm sorry cadet, but this can all stop when you answer the Vice Commandantâs questions.âÂ
You turn your head away from him, not wanting to give him any more attention and let your body slip into unconsciousness.Â
What seems like eternities later, you hear commotion outside the door that youâve been holed up in. As you fade in and out from pain, you hear voices but youâre unsure of who they belong to. A strong crack in the rocks of the cell makes you jolt conscious, but youâre still unsure of whatâs going on.Â
âWait.â You hear a male voice call. âVi wasnât the only one down here.â
âWhat are you talking about Aetos?â You hear a gruff voice call back. Your foggy mind wants to say itâs Garrick, but you know that must be impossible.
The next thing you know, the lock of the door is clicking open, and you turn your head to see what your next form of torture will be.Â
As you look up, you meet warm brown eyes that shine with concern.Â
âI didnât realize you gave a damn about anyone but Violet, Aetos.â You rasp back, your voice disjointed from the amount of screaming youâd done and the number of times youâd been almost choked to death.Â
âLuckily for you I knew that they took someone besides just Violet.â He says rushing to the chair. âDo you think youâll be able to stand?â
You try and shrug your shoulders, but everything in your body seems to weigh ten times the amount it normally does. Aetos continues to unhook the restraints around your body and soon enough is trying to help lift you.Â
Your broken tibia screams in protest, but the action of moving on your own two feet is not something youâre willing to give up. As you slowly make your way out of the cell, you both turn and look up. Staring back at you are a pair of stunned hazel eyes.
You watch as Garrickâs eyes widen to the point of concern, and he falls to his knees seeming to not believe what heâs seeing. As you stare at him, you watch as tears begin to swim in his eyes. The anger and helplessness youâve been feeling curls around you and you close your eyes in anguish.
âYou were right.â You rasp slowly with a thoughtful pause.Â
âI guess I did survive.â You say before your overwhelming feelings and pain draws you under.
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what was I made for? - g.t.
Garrick Tavis x Marked!Pacifist!Reader (continuation of keep her safe) The aftermath of War Games has you questioning your purpose, and what your signet truly is. wc: 4.4k đ·: FOURTH WING AND IRON FLAME SPOILERS (I have 50 pages left, but I just canât do it. send help.) canon-level violence, injury, canon character death, self doubt, anxiety. oops, I made Dain tolerable again. angst, then happy, then more angst. I also skipped over a smut scene / just made a reference to it happening, so if anyone wants that as a separate post, lmk and I can make it happen đ thank you to everyone who liked/reblogged/commented on part 1! it means a lot to me đ«¶
Riorson House is more your home than Basgiath ever has been, but itâs become foreign to you in the three years youâd spent at the college. It feels like youâre hallucinating as you wander the halls.
Maybe everything thatâs happened in the last few days has been a hallucination -- it wouldn't be the first time Varrish or Carr had pushed you to delirium with the amount of pain youâd taken for others.
Maybe itâs a dream. Thatâs it. A really bad dream. Any moment now, youâre going to wake up in Garrickâs bed and get ready for morning formation, and youâll forget the sight of Liam dying by breakfast, when youâre sitting across from him at the table like you always do. Violetâs screams of pain will stop playing in your ears, replaced by her laughter at one of Ridocâs jokes.
But no matter how much you pinch at your skin, you arenât waking up. This is reality.
âI hear youâre a mender, too,â someone says in a gentle voice, bringing you out of your daze. Violetâs brother, Brennan.
âDoes it ever get easier?â You ask quietly. âDoes it always hurt this much?â
âMending becomes easier. Seeing that kind of stuff every day doesnât,â he replies, and the exhausted look on his face tells you heâs being honest. âBut it shouldnât hurt. Tell me more about that.â
âThe second person I mended was a scribe whoâd fallen from a ladder in the library and broken her leg. I did everything right, the bone set properly, but my leg hurt for a week, right where sheâd broken hers.â
Brennan is silent, letting you continue.
âThey broke Garrickâs arm in RSC. I was able to fix it for him, and I took the pain, but they broke it again two hours later. I mended him and Xaden over and over until I collapsed. I didnât wake for two days. They both still think it was just exhausting for me. They donât know about the pain.â
The tears are coming openly now, dripping down your cheeks, and you bring a hand up to wipe them away with the sleeve of your flight jacket. âBut it isnât all bad. I couldnât save Liam, but I was able to make him more comfortable in the end. I took his pain away, and let him go in peace.â
You donât tell him what death feels like. No description you could give could adequately prepare anyone for the cold sensation that still lingers in your chest. It will likely remain there for the next few days.
âHey,â he says softly, âWeâll figure this out, I promise. For now, just try to get some rest.âÂ
You nod quietly, looking back up at him. âCan someone please tell Garrick that Iâm okay?â You ask in a small voice, folding your hands in your lap. Youâd been heartbroken to realize that the rest of the squad had left for Basgiath before you woke, leaving you here alone.
You didnât get to say goodbye to any of them, and you donât know when youâll see them again. Or if youâll see them, you think, but you push the thought away quickly. Theyâll survive. They have to.
Brennan cracks a smile - everyone in the rebel cause is aware of how deeply Garrick loves you. âOf course.â
âââââââââââââââââââââââ
âCadet Mairi died alongside his dragon, who was attacked by a drift of Gryphon riders. Cadet Avan attempted to mend them, and died trying,â Xaden says levelly, staring down the group of professors on the dais. âThey both died honorable, but preventable deaths.â
Garrick knows Xaden is lying, knows you arenât dead â or you hadnât been when they left for Basgiath, at least, but his friendâs words have him on edge. Have you woken up yet?Â
Chradh speaks into his mind, sending a wave of hot rage through him. âRelax.â
âRelax?â He echoes, irate. âYouâre telling me to relax right now, when-â
Chradh doesnât bother to argue with him. âShe is safe under the care of the silver oneâs brother, where she will remain until the moment is right. It is better this way. She wonât be in pain anymore.â
Chradh doesnât elaborate further. Fucking dragons and their constant need to speak in riddles.
The rest of the quadrant spends the night drinking and congratulating themselves on surviving, but Garrick doesnât touch a drop of alcohol. The three of you were supposed to do this together. It wouldnât be right to celebrate without you.
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âWeâre gonna start from square one, with something that canât hurt you,â Brennan says, placing two halves of a cracked plate on the table in front of you.
Itâs simple enough to make the pieces rise into the air, using the same magic required to make a pen write for you. You concentrate, willing the halves to fuse together. They touch, and you think youâve done it, your heart leaping, only to fall as they crash back down to the table again, splitting into even more pieces.
Brennan touches one of the shards, and they glue themselves back together perfectly; no cracks, no trace of the plate ever having been broken. âThatâs what I thought.â
âLet me keep trying,â you begin, heart pounding. Brennan canât think youâre a failure, not this early.
âYou could sit here with this plate all day and it wouldnât change,â he says gently, confirming what you know deep down. âI donât think youâre a mender. I think youâre something else entirely.â
You sit with the information for a moment.
âSignets take the form of our base need as a person,â he says. âWe need to find out what that is for you.â
You already know. âI wake up every day grateful that Xaden bargained for our lives, but I have done too much harm in my time at Basgiath. The crown has done too much harm to Tyrrendor. All Iâve ever wished for is to fix that, to undo the pain.â
âTo undo the pain, or to help move forward and grow?â He asks gently.
You arenât sure.
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You go through your morning stretches, as always, focusing on your breath to distract from the pain in your side.Â
âYour mate has returned.â Tab says, interrupting. âThought youâd like to know.â
You bolt upright, running through the house toward the gates, bypassing Xaden to sprint straight toward Garrick.
He wraps you in a warm embrace, resting his chin on the top of your head. You still fit together like puzzle pieces, even after months apart.
âYouâre alive,â you breathe. âNobody would tell me anything, I was worried sick,â
âOf course Iâm alive, angel. Had to come back to you.â
You trace the Lieutenantâs patch across his collarbone, memorizing the shape. It looks natural on him, like itâs always been there. It sounds good, too. Lieutenant Garrick Tavis.
âI need to tell you something,â you say quietly, âI havenât been entirely honest with you about-â
Footsteps approach. âSorry to break up the reunion,â Felix says, âbut Avan, we need you.â
Thereâs something in his tone that has your heart pounding. Which of your friends is it going to be this time?
âTell me later,â Garrick says. âGo. Do what you were made to do.â
You know he means well, but his words tie your stomach in a knot. What you were made to do. Were you truly made to endure the suffering of others?
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Every muscle in your body feels like itâs on fire as you slump into a chair, sitting down for the first time that day. If youâre lucky, youâll be able to get some sleep before youâre needed again.
âThere you are. I didnât see you in battle brief.â Garrick says, relieved.
âHavenât been going,â you mumble. âThey need me here. Brenâs teaching now, so sâ just me and one other mender.â
He realizes no healers had come with the riot from Basgiath. You likely havenât left the infirmary since theyâd arrived.
âCome to bed,â he coaxes softly. âYou need sleep. You can't pour from an empty cup.â
Yes, you can. You have been for months.
He takes your hand, not giving you a choice. You lean into him as he leads you up the grand staircase to a room near Xadenâs. Your muscles protest every step, but you keep quiet.
You havenât been in here for years, not since youâd left for Basgiath as candidates, but itâs exactly the same as you remember; dark drapery, bookshelves, a neat display of the knives that he hadnât taken to school with him.
The sight has you in tears.
âWhoa, hey,â he says softly, pulling you closer, and you whimper in pain at the pressure against your ribs. He lets go immediately. âAngel, Iâm sorry â are you hurt?â
You sob, the dam finally breaking and grief flooding out of you. You havenât seen each other since that horrible day, you havenât seen anyone from the squad you went with to Resson, havenât had anyone to talk about it with, until now.Â
You shake your head, tears dripping down your cheeks. âI couldnât save Liam. I tried, I really did. All I could do was take his pain away.â
So Xaden had told Basgiath the truth, to some degree: you tried to fix Liam, and couldnât. The boyâs death had hurt you badly enough that Xaden wouldnât let you return to the school.
âThere was nothing else you could do. Nobody could save him, not after DeighâŠâ
âI know that, but it wasnât just him. Everyone Iâve ever⊠fixed, Iâve taken the pain from their body into mine, and I canât get rid of it for days.â
Garrickâs heart breaks. So thatâs what Chradh meant when he said you wouldnât be in pain anymore if you left Basgiath. Those eight-hour days of mending infantry may as well have been torture for you.Â
Torture. RSC. Youâd healed his wounds, Xadenâs, Bodhiâs, Violetâs, time and time again without complaint, and he knew it took a lot out of you, but not that it hurt. âAngel, why didnât you tell me? If Iâd knownâŠâ
âI wanted to,â you sniffle, âI wanted to tell you a year ago when it started happening. I thought it was normal, that I was just weak, until Brennan told me that this doesnât happen to him. He just gets tired, like everyone else does when they use their signets too much.â
You try to steady your breathing, but the pain in your not-broken ribs is too overwhelming. âIâve spent hours practicing and I canât even fix a broken plate. Iâm not a mender. I donât know what I am. Nobody does, not even the professors. Brennan thinks itâs getting better, but I donât have it in me to tell him that it isnât.â
âIâm so sorry,â he whispers. He wants to pull you into an embrace, wants to stroke your hair and tell you itâll be okay, but he doesnât want to hurt you any more than he already has.
âSâ not your fault.â You sniff.
âBut itâs not yours, either,â he reminds you gently. âYouâre so strong, angel. You crossed the parapet, ran the gauntlet, you bonded a dragon, and youâve endured everything else. Please donât ever think for a second that youâre weak.â
He takes your hand in his, watching your face carefully, but you donât wince at the touch. âWeâll talk to Brennan tomorrow, together. For now, I just want you to get some sleep, okay?â
You nod silently, having run out of tears.
âAttagirl.â
As you settle into bed next to him, freshly showered and wearing one of his warm sweaters, you swear the pain has dimmed.
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When Garrick takes you to see Brennan the next morning, he isnât alone. Your professors are seated beside him, along with some of the Tyrrish elders.
Devera speaks first. âWe owe you an apology, Cadet Avan. The faculty was unaware that Carr and Varrish were using your signet as a method of punishment, or that it pains you to use it.â
âAnd I owe you an apology,â you say quietly. âI should have come back after the War Games.â
âThat was my decision,â Xaden says firmly, âand I stand by it. She was in no condition to return to the school, much less to graduate and be stationed at an outpost across the continent from her support system, while still feeling the coldness of Cadet Mairiâs death.â
How does he know that you could feel it? Had you told him in your delirium? Had Brennan told him? Had you even told Brennan?Â
âYour friends have effectively plead your case, and we agree that you have satisfied all the requirements for graduation from the Riderâs Quadrant.â Emeterrio says. âCongratulations, Lieutenant.â
Garrick slips your flight jacket onto your shoulders, and you notice the Lieutenant insignia has already been sewn on, to match his. When did heâŠ?Â
You accept the handshake Devera offers you, still a little dazed, but thereâs one more order of business to address.
âMay I rejoin my old squad?â You ask the table of professors quietly. âThey are family to me. I would like to ride with them again, and aid them however I can.â
They exchange hesitant looks, and your heart sinks. Do they not think youâre good enough?
âI donât see why not,â Brennan says firmly enough for everyone else to agree â he outranks the professors with the years heâs been part of the movement.
You exhale in relief.
Garrick cheers. âThe dream team is back, baby!â He pulls you into a gentle embrace, knowing youâre still in pain, but wanting to hold you close.
You laugh, not minding the ache in your ribs.
Xaden is unimpressed. âWhen have we ever once called ourselves the dream team?â
âWe havenât, but Iâm starting now. Itâll stick. Iâll have it embroidered on your flight jacket, Xay.â
âDonât you fucking dare,â Xaden replies, setting off a brotherly argument behind you.
You look to the leadership once more, bowing your head in respect. âThank you. For everything.â
Devera gives you a warm smile. âI am glad to see you have found your place here, Lieutenant. Remember that your empathy is a gift, even in times of war.â
Empathy.
âAm I dismissed?â You ask.
âYes, Lieutenants, you are all dismissed,â Emeterrio answers dryly, looking over your shoulder at Garrick and Xaden. The latter has the former in a playful headlock, messing up his hair.Â
âHuman boys,â Tab says, exasperated. You laugh in agreement, leaving them in the Assembly room to sort themselves out.
Itâs easy enough to find who youâre looking for â heâs the only person sitting completely alone in the mess, a textbook open in front of him that he isnât reading. Heâs gazing into the distance, eyes unfocused, but he looks up when he realizes youâre standing in front of him.
âIâm sorry,â he says quietly, âabout what I saw in Varrishâs office. I had no idea how much you all have endured. What we are taught in Navarre is only one side of the story, but you showed me the other.â
âIâm glad I could help change your mind.â
He reaches into the pocket of his flight jacket and extends a hand. Your protection rune sits in his palm, complete with a new leather cord. âA peace offering. I stole it back from Varrish, and Brennan mended it.â
You smile, taking it from him and slipping it back over your head. âYouâre turning into quite the rule-breaker, Aetos. But thank you. It means a lot to me.â
Youâre about to leave, but something compels you to impart a piece of advice. âI know how it feels when people donât want to trust you because of your family history. Itâll take a while for some of them to warm up to you, but you can make it go a lot faster if you keep yourself out of trouble.â
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Your first flight back with your squad is supposed to be easy, a surveying flight with a small riot, just to check their perimeters, but you canât seem to quell your anxiety as you take off.
âWe will be fine, gentle one. Weâre in strong company,â Tab reassures. He stays close to Chradh, knowing Garrickâs proximity will calm you. âHow does it feel to be back?â
âGood. Iâve missed this.â
âYou have always enjoyed being up this high,â he agrees. âShall we review some of our basic maneuvers?â
âSure.â Â Maybe that will settle your nerves.
âHold on.â Tab dips, practicing all the angles â banking right, left, up, down.
âSomething is wrong,â you blurt, and Tab straightens his path immediately, falling back into the formation. Every nerve in your body pulses with a sensation youâve never felt before, standing on end. âSomething really bad is going to happen.â
Youâre right.
âWyvern,â Tab warns just as they come into your line of sight. They charge straight at the front of the riot, where Sgaeyl leads the pack.Â
Youâre outmatched, nearly two dozen of them and only ten of you. Youâre going to die here. At least youâll be with your best friends.
âThat kind of thinking isnât helpful!â Tab scolds, tightening the formation.Â
One gets too close for comfort, spewing blue flame, and Chradh banks hard - too hard. You gasp in horror as Garrick is thrown from his seat down to the ground below.
âDive!â You yell, and Tab follows without hesitation, making a near-vertical drop.
Youâve never been so grateful for the running landing theyâd taught you last year. It had been excruciating to execute on top of the pain of unbroken bones, but itâs just manageable now after a few days off from the infirmary.
Clutching Failsafe for dear life, your only defense, you sprint toward Garrickâs limp body, ripping off your goggles.
His heart still beats, but multiple bones look broken, his breathing labored. Touching him is almost unbearable, which tells you he wonât last much longer if you donât do something.
Deep breaths, like Brennan had taught you, to accept their pain as it entered your body, holding it before batting it away like a fly.
You still havenât figured out how to make that work.
Hot tears roll down your cheeks, and you start to berate yourself; Why canât you do this? Compose yourself. Garrick is going to die if you canât pull it together. Garrick is going to die, just like Liam did, because you arenât strong enough to fix a fucking plate.
Anger overcomes you for the first time since youâd watched your parents die six years ago. You scream, a sound like nothing youâve ever heard before splitting the air. The pain dissipates almost instantly. For the first time in two years, your body isnât aching, and you sob in relief.
Garrick bolts upright, gasping for breath as spring blooms across the snowy plain, trees with bare branches suddenly teeming with green leaves.
Tab roars in pride and the rest of the riot joins in, the cliffs shaking from the volume of their celebration.Â
âLifebringer!â He thunders into your mind.Â
Your head snaps upward, and you realize that the ground is littered with motionless wyvern.
Garrick pulls you to your feet, brushing the tears from your cheeks. âCome on, angel,â he says, grinning, âwe have a war to win.â
Youâre still dazed as Tab brings you back to Riorson house, Garrick helping you dismount and leading you inside.
âWe have a weapon,â Xaden says, actually smiling as he faces the assembly. âSomething, someone, that can destroy wyvern in their tracks.â
Garrick keeps you glued to his side as Xaden tells the elders what happened, but itâs all in one ear, out the other.
Youâre dismissed after a few minutes, heading back out to the mess, where your friends gather around one of the large tables in the library.
âTab called me lifebringer,â you say, confused. âWhat is that?â
âI thought it was just folklore,â Violet says from a few rows down, scanning the shelves, and everyone turns to her, listening. âLifebringers are said to influence healing and growth. In some cultures, theyâve been credited with ending famines by rejuvenating harvests, and saving the innocent from the grasp of Malek and his Death.â
âWicked,â Ridoc appraises quietly.
âAha.â Violet produces a thin volume, cracking it open to the right page. The illustration there looks uncannily like you.
âOnly the purest of heart can be lifebringers, those who hold no malice toward their fellow man. The weapons they carry are sharp, but unused,â she reads aloud. âGarrick gave you Failsafe as just that â a failsafe. You never drew blood with it. You never hurt anyone except in challenges, when it was kill or be killed, and even then you held back.â
Bodhi speaks next. âWith most signets, the stronger the wielderâs emotion, the more powerful the ability becomes. You feel empathy for the wounded, so you can fix them and ease their pain, but when you thought Garrick was going to die, that was another level of distress, and I guess it was enough to overcome the dark magic.âÂ
Garrick squeezes your shoulder in reassurance that heâs still very much alive beside you.
Violet closes the book, setting it down.
âIâm not in pain anymore,â you whisper, still dazed. Youâve almost forgotten what that feels like, having spent the last three years holding both your own and that of all your friends.
âYou needed an outlet,â Xaden says. âPain makes it harder to channel, and you were in pain 24/7, which is why the professors thought your signet was underdeveloped. Getting angry, and getting that energy out of your body allowed you to use the full extent of your power.â
âIf I had known this earlier, do you think I could haveâŠâ you donât finish the sentence. Everyone in this room knows how hard youâd tried to save Liam.
âMaybe,â Violet says quietly, âbut that is not a path you want to go down. Trust me.â
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âDo you want to explain why the hallway was full of sunflowers when I went to bed last night?â Xaden asks slyly, dropping into a seat in front of you with a plate of eggs and bacon.
You burn with embarrassment.
Bodhi grins. âYou see, cousin, when a man and a woman love each other very much, - ow, fuck!â He exclaims, rubbing the back of his head where Garrick had whacked him.
âAt least they didnât set the vale on fire,â another of your squadmates says, looking at Xaden and Violet pointedly. âYou still owe me for putting that out, by the way.â
Your eyes widen as you connect the dots. âSo all that dry lightning last year was you twoâŠâ
âOkay, changing the subject!â Brennan says loudly, not liking the way this conversation is headed. âWe need to figure out how to use your signet without endangering Tavisâs life again.â
âWell, it sounds like they already found another way,â Ridoc says, grinning, but he squeaks out an apology as Garrick begins to rise from his chair.
You tug your boyfriend back into his seat by the sleeve, looking past him at Brennan. âI think I need to work a few days in the infirmary between flights,â you propose. âIf I build up enough pain, I could probably-â
âNO,â the whole squad says at once, Tab included.
âYour healing is only to be used when absolutely necessary,â Xaden orders, and even though youâre on equal footing now, both newly-minted Lieutenants, you agree quietly without protest.
âSee, thatâs your problem,â Sloane says, and all eyes turn to her. âYou defer to literally everyone. Youâre an officer now. Act like it.â
âPardon?â You ask, looking at her in disbelief.
âThatâs exactly what sheâs talking about,â Imogen cuts in. âPardon? You canât even discipline a first-year cadet. Do you really think any veteran rider will ever listen to what you have to say?â
âEnough,â you say firmly, your nails digging into the wood.
None of your friends intervene, not even Brennan. This has to be another nightmare. Thereâs no way they'd hang you out to dry like this. Right?
Sloane isnât finished. âItâs a miracle you made it out of Basgiath alive. Youâre too soft. If you wonât kill anyone, what are you going to do when itâs between your life or someone elseâs? Their life or his?â
The mention of Garrick is your last straw. âThat is enough from both of you, Cadets,â you reprimand. Thorny vines burst from the seams of the table, whipping out toward them, and they stagger back to avoid being cut.
You startle, your heart pounding against your ribs as you realize what youâve done.
Sloane is the first to apologize. âIâm sorry. We didnât mean any of it. I just thought that provoking you mightâŠâ she doesnât finish the sentence, looking down at the still-twitching vines covering the tabletop.
âWe definitely took it too far,â Imogen adds, sounding genuinely remorseful. âThat was a really fucked up thing for me to say. Iâm sorry.â
Bodhi waves a hand, and the vines slither back into the table, as if they were never there.Â
Your eyes widen at the blood on his cheeks â heâd been caught in the crossfire. You touch his face with a shaky hand, only brushing your fingertips across the skin, and the scratches disappear instantly, leaving no trace of the harm youâd done.
Somehow that makes you feel worse.
âWell,â Garrick says in his section-leader voice, âthat was certainly informative, but none of you are to ever disrespect her like that again. Is that clear?â
âYes,â both girls answer quietly, heads lowered in shame.
Your breathing has steadied enough to speak. âI understand why you did that, but Iâm not going to tell you that it was okay, because it wasnât.â
With that, you take your plate and leave. Nobody follows you.
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The balcony door slides open, soft footsteps approaching.
âI want to be alone, Gare,â you say quietly.Â
âNot Garrick,â Xaden replies, settling down next to you on the stone floor, âand you may want to be alone right now, but you probably shouldnât be.â
âI didn't mean to hurt anyone, Xay. You know that,â you whisper. You donât move your gaze from the potted plant in front of you, as if youâre worried it will lash out at you â or him â if you turn away.
âI know, angel. I know.â He exhales deeply, a gentle cloud forming with the warmth of his breath.Â
Thereâs a moment of quiet before he speaks again, just the sound of the cold wind over the valley and the distant footsteps of cadets running on the trail below. âWorking through this is not going to be easy, but if anyone can do it, itâs you.â
Youâve come to hate that notion, everyoneâs insistence that the pain youâve been through has primed you for more pain, different pain. Why canât it ever end?
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Masterlist
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Fourth Wing
Bodhi Durran (romantically):
Four Long Years
Broken Tooth
Adaptability (fem!reader) Part 2
I Want You More Than I Want To Die (fem!reader) (18+)
Candlelight, Roses and a Locked Door (fem!Tavis!reader)
Kiss It Better
Bodhi Durran (platonically):
Out of Practice (Riorson!reader)
Daggers & Distractions (fem!Riorson!reader)
Safe Space (fem!Riorson!reader)
Ridoc Doesn't Like Spaghetti (sibling!reader)
The Taste of Home (fem!Riorson!reader)
Cared For (Riorson!reader)
Garrick Tavis (romantically):
Kisses & Confessions (fem!Riorson!reader)
Talks & Tantrums (fem!Riorson!reader)
Let's Fistfight the Sun
Imogen Cardulo (romantically):
Sparring (fem!reader)
Xaden Riorson (romantically):
Sleeping In (afab!reader) (18+)
Too Sweet (fem!reader)
Xaden Riorson (platonically):
Zombie (sister!reader)
Here For You (sibling!reader)
The Taste of Home (sister!reader)
Cared For (sibling!reader)
John Wick
John Wick (romantically):
Baba Yaga's Cure for Period Cramps
Saved
John with an S/O with chronic pain
Come Here (fem!reader) (18+)
Safe Where He Belongs
Christmas Drawings
Morning Cuddles
The Hunt
John Wick (platonically):
Loss (daughter!reader)
fresh bruises (daughter!reader)
I Love Halloween (Young!John x fem!best friend!reader)
Nightmare Time Is Story Time (daughter!reader)
Dog Is the Best Babysitter (daughter!reader)
Are You Sick? (daughter!reader)
No Veggies, No Cookies (daughter!reader)
Withered Daisies (daughter!reader)
The Lost Boys
David:
Smells Like You
Sunshine On My Shoulders
Dwayne:
Of Spiders & Mothers
Blood & Lust (fem!reader) (18+)
Marko:
Star's Best Friend (fem!reader) Part 2
Paul:
Possessive
A New Friend
Vampires Will Never Hurt You
All or multiple:
Migraine (Marko, Paul)
Comfort Stories
Turning (poly)
Coming Out (lesbian!reader)
The Death of the Party
Happy Halloween
Breakfast Gone Wrong
Sugared Blood
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