#Imogen x reader

[simplyyspring]

i can hardly find ANY sapphic imogen x reader fics… i will be fixing that

[nickeverdeen]

Not saying “I love you too” to the Fourth Wing characters before they leave

Violet Sorrengail

Violet’s mind would immediately race, wondering if something is wrong but trying to keep her cool

She would try to brush it off, telling herself it’s not a big deal, but the hurt would linger

Throughout the day, she’d find herself distracted, replaying the moment in her head

She might overanalyze every interaction leading up to it, questioning if she said or did something wrong

She’d send a check-in later, casually asking if you’re okay, trying not to sound too worried.

She’d confide in Rhiannon about it, seeking advice on whether she should be concerned

Violet’s insecurities would flare up slightly, making her wonder if you’re distancing yourself

She’d miss you more than usual during the day, longing for reassurance

The next time she leaves, she might hesitate before saying “I love you,” waiting to see if you say it first

Violet would gently ask you about it, trying to get to the root of the issue

She might have trouble sleeping, her mind not letting go of the small interaction

She might subtly distance herself, unsure of where you both stand.

Violet might subtly seek reassurance in other ways, like asking if you’re happy with her

Despite the worry, she’d find herself doodling your name absentmindedly

After you finally talk about it and reassure her that it’s a prank, she’d feel a huge weight lift off her shoulders

Xaden Riorson

Xaden would maintain a stoic expression, not letting on that it bothered him

Internally, he’d feel a mix of confusion and frustration, but he’d suppress it

He might briefly wonder if he’s to blame, questioning if he did something to cause it

Xaden wouldn’t talk about it with anyone, keeping his feelings bottled up

He’d become extra protective, channeling his emotions into making sure you’re safe

In his mind, he’d see this as a test of loyalty, waiting to see if it’s a one-time thing or a pattern

He’d throw himself into work or training, trying to distract himself from the lingering doubt

Xaden might subtly monitor your behavior, looking for other signs of distance

Despite his tough exterior, he’d deeply long for your reassurance

He might start to feel a bit of fear, though he wouldn’t show it

He’d put up a colder exterior, trying to protect himself from potential hurt

Xaden might test your feelings subtly, seeing how you react to his affection

He might indirectly bring it up, making a vague comment about how much he values honesty

He’d show his care through protective gestures, even if he’s feeling unsure

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a mix of relief and a renewed sense of connection

Liam Mairi

Liam would be immediately worried, thinking something might be wrong

He’d probably ask you directly if everything’s okay, his concern clear

If you brush it off, he’d try to reassure you softly, even if he’s still a bit uneasy

He’d be extra affectionate the next time he sees you, trying to make up for the missed words

His protective instincts would kick in, making him even more attentive to your needs

He might casually mention it to a close friend, seeking advice on how to handle it

Liam would keep a subtle watch on your mood, making sure you’re truly okay

He’d go out of his way to do something nice for you, wanting to see you smile

He’d worry that you might be pulling away, even if there’s no real reason

Liam would become even more supportive, trying to show you how much he cares

He might plan a small surprise, hoping it will cheer you up and bring you closer

He’d have a heartfelt conversation with you, wanting to clear the air

He might have trouble sleeping, his mind occupied with thoughts of you

After you talk and reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a deep sense of relief, his worries melting away

Rhiannon Matthias

Rhiannon would be confused at first, not understanding why you didn’t say it back

She’d start to doubt herself, wondering if she did something to upset you

She’d subtly check on you throughout the day, making sure you’re not upset

She’d be extra kind and gentle with you, hoping to smooth over any potential issues

Rhiannon would definitely overthink the situation, replaying it in her mind

She might seek comfort in small gestures, like holding your hand or cuddling with you

Rhiannon would feel a bit insecure, wondering if you’re losing interest

She might write you a sweet note, hoping to bring a smile to your face

She’d worry that something has changed between you, even if it’s just in her head

Rhiannon would be extra thoughtful, trying to anticipate your needs and make you happy

She might start to subtly distance herself, afraid of getting hurt

She’d have nervous energy, fidgeting more than usual when she’s around you

Once you reassure her that it’s a prank, she’d feel a wave of relief, her usual confidence returning

Dain Aetos

Dain would be immediately concerned, thinking something might be wrong

He’d ask you directly if everything’s okay, his tone serious and caring

Dain would go into overprotective mode, making sure you’re okay in every possible way

He’d plan a special date or outing, hoping to reconnect and make things right

Dain would be extra attentive, making sure you feel loved and appreciated

He’d reassure you with his actions, doing little things to show he cares

Dain would worry internally, even if he doesn’t show it on the outside

He’d subtly seek validation from you, looking for signs that you still care

He might have a sleepless night, his mind racing with thoughts of you

Dain would overanalyze the situation, trying to figure out if he missed any signs

He might ask again later if everything’s okay, just to make sure

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a deep sense of relief, his worry melting away

Imogen

Imogen would be confused at first, not understanding why you didn’t say it back

She’d play it off casually, but the confusion would linger in her mind

Imogen would subtly keep an eye on you, looking for signs that something’s wrong

She wouldn’t push you to talk about it, respecting your space

Imogen might give you a bit more space, thinking you might need it

She’d worry in silence, not wanting to burden you with her concerns

Imogen would be extra careful with her words and actions, trying not to upset you

She’d subtly seek reassurance from you, hoping to feel closer to you

Imogen would feel conflicted, not wanting to make a big deal out of it but also feeling uneasy

Doesn’t talk to anyone about it as this is her personal business

She might start to subtly distance herself, unsure of what’s going on

Once you reassure her that it’s a prank, she’d feel a wave of relief, her worries melting away

Jack Barlowe

Jack would feel immediate annoyance, wondering why you didn’t say it back

He’d mask his insecurity with a sarcastic comment, trying to play it off

Jack might overcompensate by being overly affectionate the next time he sees you

He’d seek validation from you, wanting to make sure you still care

Jack wouldn’t talk about it directly, keeping his feelings bottled up

He’d feel internal frustration, not understanding why it bothered him so much

Jack might make sarcastic comments, trying to cover up his feelings

He’d go into protective mode, making sure you’re okay in every possible way

Jack would throw himself into work or training, trying to distract himself from his feelings

He might indirectly bring it up, making a vague comment about how much he values honesty

He might start to feel a bit of resentment, though he wouldn’t show it

Jack might test your feelings subtly, seeing how you react to his affection

He’d show his care through protective gestures, even if he’s feeling unsure

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a mix of relief and a renewed sense of connection

Sawyer

Sawyer would play it off with a joke, not wanting to make it awkward

Despite his playful exterior, he’d feel a sting of disappointment

He might bring it up later in a casual way, just to see if you’re okay

Sawyer would keep things light-hearted, not wanting to put pressure on you

Later, when he’s alone, he’d overthink the situation, wondering if he did something wrong

The next time he sees you, he’d be extra affectionate, hoping to make up for whatever he did

He might check in with a Ridoc, casually asking if you’re okay

Despite his calm demeanor, he’d worry that you’re upset with him

Sawyer would be extra attentive, trying to gauge your mood and see if anything’s off

He’d plan a fun outing, hoping to reconnect and make sure you’re okay

Sawyer would avoid having a serious talk about it, preferring to keep things light

He’d subtly look for signs that you’re still interested in him, even if it’s just in your actions

He’d feel a bit of internal conflict, wanting to know what’s wrong but not wanting to push you

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a wave of relief, his playful nature returning full force

Ridoc

Ridoc would immediately joke about you not saying it, trying to lighten the mood

He’d briefly wonder if you were joking or if you meant it seriously

Ridoc would pretend not to care, brushing it off with a laugh

Despite his outward calm, he’d think about it later, wondering if something’s up

He might bring it up in a light-hearted way later, asking if everything’s okay

Ridoc would tease you gently about it, hoping to get a reaction

The next time he sees you, he’d be extra playful, trying to keep things light

Ridoc would worry in silence, not wanting to make a big deal out of it

He’d keep things casual, not wanting to pressure you into explaining

Ridoc might subtly check in with you more often, making sure you’re okay

He’d plan a fun day together, hoping to reconnect and make you laugh

Ridoc would feel a bit of internal conflict, not wanting to push you but also feeling uneasy

He’d avoid having a serious talk about it, preferring to keep things light.

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a wave of relief, his usual playful self returning

Garrick

Garrick would feel immediate concern, thinking something might be wrong

He’d ask you directly if everything’s okay, his tone serious and caring

Garrick would go into overprotective mode, making sure you’re okay in every possible way

He’d plan a special date or outing, hoping to reconnect and make things right

Garrick would be extra attentive, making sure you feel loved and appreciated

He’d reassure you with his actions, doing little things to show he cares

Garrick would worry internally, even if he doesn’t show it on the outside

He’d subtly seek validation from you, looking for signs that you still care

He might have a sleepless night, his mind racing with thoughts of you

Garrick would overanalyze the situation, trying to figure out if he missed any signs

He might ask again later if everything’s okay, just to make sure

Garrick would become even more protective, making sure you’re safe and happy

He’d feel a bit of internal conflict, not wanting to push you but also feeling uneasy

Once you reassure him that it’s a prank, he’d feel a deep sense of relief, his worry melting away.

[velvetlilacsdaisies]

Shit at Feelings ii

Bodhi Durran x Reader

Synopsis: Bonding with dragons? No issue. Killing venin? Unfortunate, but doable. Confronting your feelings towards your childhood best friend? No thanks.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Spoilers!! Swearing, reader being stubborn and both reader and Bodhi being lil dummies?? Lmk if I missed anything.

A/n: the end of 2023 kicked my booty!! Beginning of 2024 no better, but here is part 2! I was stuck on if some of part 3 was going to go in this one, but decided not to. Meddling Imogen, and dragon dialogue is included this part!

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The next day, you stretched with Imogen, returning from a morning run. Most cadets were still sleeping their hangovers off. Imogen said the best way to get over one was running it off. She had picked your lock and dragged you out of your bed this morning to do so. But you knew she just wanted to gossip about the night before.

“So you and Durran?” She had a smirk on her lips, tucking a piece of vibrant pink hair behind her ear.

Imogen only knew about whatever you felt for Bodhi, but with the way Rhiannon reacted last night you weren’t sure if you were discreet about whatever you felt in the first place.

“Not what you think.” You sighed, your arms over your head as you sat on the ground, leaning to one side. “We talked once everyone went to bed.”

She looked at you expectantly as she lifted a leg and stretched it behind her. “And?”

You clicked your tongue, leaning to the other side. “And he called me out on my bullshit.”

She laughed almost manically, earning her a pointed glare. “I’m sorry, sorry.” She then dropped her leg and lifted her other. “But you really left him high and dry.”

You grumbled, “I know and I feel like shit about it.” You stood up dusting your leathers off.

“Y/n, just tell him how you feel.” She shook her hands out.

“How do you expect me to tell him everything when I’ve been avoiding him for years because I’m too scared that something will happen once I spill my guts.”

“Gods, I get it. You’re scared, but you already almost died once without telling him. You think you shouldn’t say a little prayer to Malek and Amari that they gave you a second chance?” Imogen said sternly. “Also if it was anyone else you pulled that disappearing act with, you wouldn’t have the same mercy. But it’s Bodhi we’re talking about, and he would let you lead him to hell and back as many times as you wanted because let’s face it—you’re you. And for some fucked up reason he worships the ground you walk on like you were a god yourself.”

You didn’t know if the queasiness you felt was the hangover or how right she was. He would do anything for you. Even how shitty you treated him for the last two years. Last night proved that.

“He even risked smuggling your fucking sketchbook in so you could have something from home—“

“What?” Your jaw dropped.

The pink haired girl inhaled sharply. “Fuck I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

“He was the one that did that?” Your heart skipped a beat. Even when you had been so stubborn to avoid him, he thought of you? You had questioned the hell out of Garrick, Imogen, and Xaden for a week about it. You had never thought about the younger Riorson cousin.

“I hate being the middleman in your two demented whatever you got going on.” She sighed. “Listen, forget I said that or take that as a sign to pull your head out of your ass. I’ll see you at breakfast.” She patted your shoulder, leaving you alone in the courtyard.

Well you felt like the shittiest person ever.

You knew you needed to talk to him, and you couldn’t run and avoid him this time. As much as you wanted to hop on Clesaí’s back and ride very far away. Fuck.

You had spent an hour already mulling over the information you had just received. Then replaying the argument last night—which then led to remembering the very brief exchange with Bodhi in Aretia, ultimately leading you to the nightmare from Resson plaguing your thoughts. Like they had when you tossed and turned in bed last night, and the prior nights before that. By the time you entered the mess hall, your thoughts felt like nonsense.

He sat with Imogen at the end of the table filled with third years. They looked deep in a discussion, whispering only to one another. You gulped quietly, were they talking about you? You now knew Imogen felt like a middleman between the two of you, you wondered what he talked about to her. You tried not to overthink it as you reluctantly walked over.

As you reached the table, you could hear Bodhi saying something quite harshly. While the pink haired girl had the same expression she wore when she told you to pull your head out of your ass. It was obviously something he didn’t want you to hear because as soon as he saw you coming up, he stopped mid sentence.

“Can we talk?” You asked him, not bothering to greet the pair. He tensed, and you didn’t miss the look he tried to discreetly give your mutual best friend.

Imogen rolled her eyes, grabbing her things and getting up from the table. “I totally forgot Quinn needed help with something. Bye guys.” She gave a twinkle of her fingers before walking away with a smug look on her face.

You sat down, taking the seat Imogen had been in. “So,” you awkwardly tapped your fingers on the wooden table.

“So,” he repeated. “How was your morning run with Immy?”

“Brutal.” You replied. Why was this so uncomfortable?

“Listen, about last night—”

“It needed to be said.” You waved a hand nonchalantly. Your heart begged to differ, beating against your chest. “I was icing you out.”

“I didn’t mean to come off so harshly.” He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth nervously.

Was it possible for you to want a man more? Even during such an embarrassing display of emotion on your behalf? Trying not to focus on the fact you wanted to reach over and be the one tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, you stared at the wood grain of the table.

“I was stubborn.” You reasoned.

“Y/n Y/L/n, stubborn?” There was a tinge of amusement in his tone. “I guess there’s a first time for everything—I mean the taking accountability part at least.” You looked up, and saw him intently staring at you. Through the sarcasm, his brown eyes were warm like deep rich honey.

A ghost of a smile on your lips. “You know me better than anyone else apart from Imogen. The way I regarded you wasn’t fair.” You then contemplated your next words. “And I know—”

“Durran!” Dain walked over, Rhiannon, and a few other second and third year cadets behind him.

Bodhi flinched, shifting his attention to the group. “Yes, Wingleader Aetos?” He had icy malice as he took in Dain. You yourself could feel your anger rise when the third year came in your vicinity. He was the reason you had been in Resson, and why Liam and Soilel were dead.

Dain noted the unwelcome greeting from the both of you and faltered for a moment, heat flushing his cheeks. “We have a meeting.” He cleared his throat, straightening back up.

The man sat across from you glared over to the brunette man. “I’ll be right there.” He then turned back to you with a softer look in his eyes and an apologetic smile where the scowl was a moment prior. “Can we finish this conversation later?”

You could feel the eyes of Rihannon linger on the two of you, and you knew the others now were acutely aware of the interaction as well.

“Yeah, yeah. No worries.” You brushed it off, though disappointment filled you. You were finally getting somewhere, but you knew he couldn’t ignore the newly appointed wingleader.

You had been looking down in your lap, missing the subtle look back Bodhi gave you as he left with the group.

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Later had come and gone with no sign of Bodhi still. Leaving a lurching feeling in your heart, but you tried not to wallow in self pity too much. You had thought maybe you deserved to be stood up. But at least you didn’t run this time, and it was his move now.

“The male of your affection causes too much of a distraction for you anyway.” Cleasaí huffed in your mind. Rolling your eyes you focused on the sketchbook in front of you. “Makes you a lovesick puppy as you would say.”

“Am not,” you bristled.

It was late in the afternoon and you were spending time with Cleasaí in the flight field, avoiding everyone. You had brought a blanket to lay on as you laid back against her front leg. She protectively curled around you, sunbathing, leaving you with a sufficient amount of shade to look at your sketchbook.

“I’m assuming you’ve never had a dragon that captured your affection?” You spoke out loud.

She nestled her head on the ground, huffing again. “I’d rather not say,” you could sense the disdain in her bored tone. A sly smile crept on your face, leaning up and staring right at the green dragon, who had feigned resting her eyes.

“You have, haven’t you?” Egging for more info from the clubtail.

“We haven’t been seeing eye to eye for a year.” Was all she grumbled. “Speaking of not seeing eye to eye. Your human approaches.”

“He’s not my human.” You hissed quietly, looking up to see Bodhi was indeed walking towards you, his dragon Cuir following a reasonable distance away.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He offered you a lazy smile, careful to avoid eye contact with Cleasaí. “Cuir said he thought he noticed Cleasaí leave the Vale.”

Your dragon sighed in annoyance. “Busybody,” she glowered in your head, causing you to grin. Did she mean Cuir or Bodhi? “I meant the annoying green one, but your human is quite a busybody as well. He couldn’t have waited until you came back from the flight field?” This caused a genuine laugh to escape your lips.

Bodhi only gave you a nervous look, “I hope she’s not talking about me.”

“You can tell him yes.” She grunted.

“No, she's just grumpy.” You lightly patted her scaly leg causing her to grunt again.

“How’s her claw?” He asked, scanning the injured back leg of hers.

“None of his business or that one’s over there.” She chuffed, baring her teeth toward Cuir. You didn’t know why she was persistent on one of her own den members not knowing of her condition.

Rolling your eyes, ignoring her. “She's doing better. She should be clear when lessons start again.”

Bodhi had a tight lipped smile on his own face, his shoulders shaking in laughter. Cuir whipping his head annoyed several yards behind him.

“I’m sorry, he can be quite the worrier especially over—”

An audible growl came from your dragon, earning a suspicious look from you.

“What is going on with you?” You scolded Cleasaí mentally.

“Worry about your own human afflictions.” Was all she said down the bond.

The man glanced at the book in your lap, and a grin spread across his cheeks. “You’re drawing in your sketchbook again?” He took a seat across from you on the ground, careful to not be too close to your dragon. Cuir had done the same in the distance.

You blushed slightly, “there’s a new sentimental value to it.” You chewed on your bottom lip, looking up at him. Bodhi had a gleam you couldn’t place in his eye, and his cheeks were blushed slightly too. You couldn’t help but smile broadly at his coyness. “I know you’re the one that brought the book back.”

“Who? Me? Why would I do that?” He propped his knees up, holding his forearms on them as he gazed up at the late afternoon sky.

He had always looked the handsomest during golden hour, your favorite features of his were enhanced. The tones of the setting sun had embraced his face, his eyes warm with gold flecks scattered throughout, and his onyx curls radiating chocolate brown undertones.

You tucked your hair behind your ear, “I don’t know I was wondering the same.” The broad smile painted on your face tilted downward.

“I thought maybe it would’ve been a dead giveaway, and you would have taken it as an olive branch.” He suggested, turning back to you.

You were thumbing at the page that it had been on, the textured parchment. Boy, were you an idiot.

“I thought you hated me or would have been tired of me by now.” You admitted.

“Why would I feel either of those things Y/n?”

“Because you offer me all this patience and kindness that I don’t deserve.” You said exasperated. “And in return I offer stubbornness and do everything in my power to avoid you.”

He chuckled dryly, “haven’t you realized? I don’t care.”

“Well I feel like you should.” This would be an argument that you wouldn’t let go. Screw Amari or Malek giving you a second chance, you didn’t feel worthy of that chance. Nor did you want to see anything happen to Bodhi if you were to accept him back into your life.

“Well, unfortunately I can’t control how I feel,” He looked back at the sketchbook in your lap. A smirk creeping onto his lips. “And apparently neither can you.”

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrow raised at him, and he only made a subtle gesture to the book. You looked down, your cheeks turning bright red.

You had been aimlessly sketching, not thinking too much about what you were putting on paper. It started as just a pair of eyes, but then turned to a full blown portrait of a man. Not just any man though, it had a striking resemblance to Bodhi.

Who were you trying to fool? It was him. From the crinkle by his eye when he’s amused to the unruly curls that always fell in his face.

“That’s all I need to know,” the smirk had turned to a shit eating grin.

You kept opening your mouth trying to respond, but you were left speechless.

“You can’t pull your shit anymore, Y/l/n.” He lifted himself off the ground, wiping the dirt off his leathers standing.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shake your head furiously, finding your voice finally.

You wanted to wipe the cocky look off his face desperately. “Whether you admit it or not, you can’t hide from me anymore.” He responded so cooly, it made you grit your teeth irritatedly. “Don’t worry, Y/n/n your secret’s safe with me.” He teasingly held his hand over his heart. “It’s rather endearing.”

“Bodhi,” you groaned. You could feel the heat evade your face and ears. “It’s not that serious—“

“Serious enough to me.” He didn’t let your annoyance faze him. “I’ll see you around.”

You rolled your eyes, watching him leave down to the main campus. Cuir takes off into the sky and back to the Vale, leaving you and Cleasaí alone again. Releasing a sigh of air that you hadn’t known you were holding when he got out of the ear shot.

‘Lovesick puppy.’ Your dragon had hummed amused. Deep chirping sounds audibly coming from her. Was she laughing at you?

“Me?” You were quick to turn and glower, your lip tugging upward in aggitatation. “How about we talk about you for a second? What the hell was that?”

‘It’s just sometimes the male greens can be so…” she paused. ‘Suffocating?’ She was choosing her words wisely. As though it seemed like she was hiding something, but not surprising you though. Cleasaí was rather secretive, it was what she was known for in the green den. A trickster of sorts, with cunning deception.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You pressed further.

She chuffed, “I’d rather not divulge that at the moment, but in due time...” She drew, sounding almost feline.

You knew better to argue, she was just as hard headed as you, and if you pushed her too hard, she’d push right back. Then that got you both nowhere. So you stood, gathering your things to retreat to your dorm and get ready for dinner and tonight’s shenanigans.

“Sooner than later, please.” You gave her an expectant look.

She got up, shaking out her scales and stretched a bit. “Yes yes sooner than later, don’t fret Lovesick puppy.”

“Stop calling me that!” You yelled over your shoulder as you retreated back to campus. You could hear the chuff she released in amusement in the distance as you descended the ancient stone stairs.

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Thank you so much for the patience and the support! Please do not hesitate to let me know your thoughts and feedback. Also like and reblog 🫶🩷🤠

[wisteriaiswriting]

Empyrean Series Masterlist

Features: Bodhi | Imogen | Liam | Xaden | Dain | Rhiannon | Ridoc | Sawyer | Violet | Brennan | Mira | Jack | Catriona

Will also do most other characters, just ask!

Bodhi Durran |[☆]

Picture Perfect - Bodhi's jealousy shows

Imogen Cardulo |

Nothing here yet

Liam Mairi |

Living Love - You almost sacrifice your life for his.

Xaden Riorson |

Contrast

Calm Down

Dain Aetos |

Nothing here yet

Rhiannon Matthias |

Nothing here yet

Ridoc Gamlyn |

Nothing here yet

Sawyer Henrick |

Nothing here yet

Violet Sorrengail |

Dating headcanons

Brennan Sorrengail |[☆]

Nothing here yet

Mira Sorrengail |

Nothing here yet

Jack Barlowe |

Nothing here yet

Catriona Cordella |

Nothing here yet

[theangelsfall]

Romance Isle- Chapter 1

Warnings: Screaming, throwing things, alcohol use, swearing

Summary: Your boyfriend comes home with the marks of another woman on him, you fight and he leaves. Your best friend gets you enrolled in a new dating reality show.

Authors notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, you will all get to meet the contestants and the host next week.

Screaming matches and tears, that's all your life had become these last few months, your throat was raw from screaming, spit flying as you and Jack Barlow, your boyfriend were fighting once again. God's you were sick of this, he had come home from 'working overtime', yet he had come home recking of another woman's perfume, bright red lipstick smeared on the white collar of his crisp white button up.

"I'm fucking leaving, why can't you just fuck realise that all you ever will be is a warm body to fuck," Jack snarled, his dark blonde hair, tousled as he rips clothes out of our shared drawers, stuffing them into the duffle bag he had taken from the wardrobe.

"Fine! Fuck off then, I don't want your used up dick anyway," you tried to stop the pain from showing in your voice, but it cracked uselessly, tears and snot streaming down your face.

Pain thundered through you as his huge bulky shoulders slam into you sending you stumbling back into the wall, you look up waiting to see him turn back concern on his face but instead he keeps walking, his hands clenched so tight you could see the veins pulsing in his forearms.

You gasp, eyes jumping to the door as Jack rips it open, almost pulling it off the hinges, it smashes loudly into the hallway wall, leaving a doorknob shaped hole. His boots smack hard into the porch, the leather bottoms squeaking as he twists, the sound of metal snapping ringing in your ears. His icy blue eyes, seem to almost glow red with rage as his fist raises, hurtling something small that flashes bright silver at your feet.

"I hope you realise what you've lost today," his voice ripped through the silence that had formed in your head, his teeth flash white as he spits onto your once shared door mat.

Words bubble in your chest, lips parting to speak, to scream and roar your fury, but the words pop in your throat, leaving nothing but bile on your tongue. His angry cursing slowly fades as Jack storms down the street, all red rage and dark thoughts. You hated him, hated the anger and sadness he left you with but yet the tears wouldn't stop falling, sobs tearing from your chest your whole body shaking with the force of them.

You don't know how long you sit there sobbing, cries wrecking your body, your fingers curl around the hard lump if metal in your pocket, the screen burns your aching eyes, a fresh wave of tears spill down your cheeks as Jack's smiling face stares back at you, gods, the cold emptiness where your heart used to be had couldn't be normal, it hurt so much. It must have taken years, to type the familiar number of your best friend, the ringing helped drag the numbness from your lungs.

"Y/n," the cheerful voice of your purple haired best friend came through the phone, "what's going on bestie?"

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out, Nadine's concerned voice continues to flow through the speaker, the words distorting and stretching in your ears into Jack's hateful screams. The phone slips from your numb fingers, clattering to the ground, with a dull thunk. You could still here her voice crackling over the speaker, panic leaking into her normally cheerful voice, you don't know how long you sit there curled into yourself.

Cold air flows into your once warm home, the door still open from when Jack had stormed out, your heavy eyelids slide clothes, sticky with tears. Even the crash of the door slamming closed and the sound of rushed feet padding lightly over the carpeted hallway towards you wasn't enough to force your lead eyelids to open, warm soft hands gently cradled you cheeks tilting your face up, the smell of crushed flowers fill your nose, the smell of Nadine.

"Y/n, darling, are you okay? Why was the door open? Is Jack home, did he hurt you?" Question after question spills form Nadine, her voice filled with concern and the harsh pants of someone who had sprinted as hard as humanly possible.

She was blurry in your vision, every blink had sandpaper grating over your nerves, warm brown eyes gaze down at you, the curve of her pink lips stretched down.

"We had a fight and he left... For good this time, I think," your voice crackled like broken glass, eyes burning as if you had more tears to spill.

Nadine's face twists something akin to disgust maiming her gorgeous features, strong warm hands gripping under your arms, dragging you to your feet. Your knees almost buckle weak from being curled to your chest for hours, your friends strength and soothing words kept you up right, her warmth a brace against the cold and pain of the world. Slow shuffled steps drag you towards the open door of the house's guest bedroom, despite not saying a word Nadine seemed to know that the room you had shared with Jack would be too much, too soon.

The door creaked softly, as Nadine pushed it open, you lean further into Nadine, gods, your body was so heavy, each step felt like miles, every breath burning like ice in your lungs. The purple haired beauty gently helped you climb into the fresh sheets of the guest rooms double bed. Numbly your fingers curl around the duvet, the sound of rustling fabric and zippers filled your screaming ears. Warmth leaked into your skin, as Nadine climbed into the bed, her lean arms wrapping around your body, cradling your shaking body to her, Nadine's soft voice whispered calming words into the crown of your head. Her wildflower scent wrapped your aching head and heart in loving warmth, it takes but moments for sleep to steal you away.

***

Months later, music pumped through your blood with every beat of your heart, Nadine and you twisted and spun on the dance floor, laughter roaring through your chest, sweet fruity alcohol burnt your throat as you both danced your hearts out.

"Y/n!" Nadine called, her hands curling around yours pulling you to the edge of the dance floor, weaving you both easily through the throngs of bodies, you both tuck into a little corner. You couldn't stop the smile from curling your lips as her fluffy white dog pops up on her lock screen, "I have something to show you!"

You roll your eyes, laughing softly, assuming that she was going to show you some of the cheesy tinder profiles she had been scrolling through. The alcohol in your system always made everything funnier, but being with her also made her life just so much better, she was your best and honestly only friend. You take to watching the grinding and rolling of bodies dancing as the music filled your world once again, your foot tapping in time to the beat.

Nadine's fingers curl around your chin tugging you to look at her, a dark eyebrow raised, "I've been calling your name for the past minute, silly," she waves her phone in front of your face, a bright overly commercialised web page shining into your liquor blurred vision.

"What is it?" You yell over the pounding music, leaning close enough to feel her warm breath on your ear ad you strain to hear her.

"It's a new romance reality show! It's meant to be a mix of the Bachelorette and Love Island, they are looking for and I quote, 'we are looking for a lonely women who's recently had their heart broken and are looking for new love.'" She laughs loudly, her grin wild and free, "I signed you up, you're the perfect person!"

You laugh along with her, shoving her shoulder before curling your arm around her shoulder and dragging her back to the dance floor.

"Yeah right! Like I'll be the one making it onto that show!"

***

You groan loudly, blinking your dry eyes open as the loud irritating buzz of your phone ringing sending throbbing pains spiking through your brain. Nadine groaned next to you, you both must have stumbled into your guest room after last nights round of clubbing. The soft sound of fabric shifting broke the buzzing of the phone.

"Answer your fucking phone, for the love of fuck," Nadine grumbled, dragging the duvet up and over her frizzy purple head.

You couldn't stop the raspy laugh that spills from your achingly dry lips, your numb hands scoop up the still buzzing phone, an unknown number flashing across the screen. You groan head flopping back onto the pillow, clicking answer and dragging the phone up to your ear, putting on your best fake happy voice.

"Good morning, this is Y/n speaking, how can I help you?" You wince lightly at the scratch sound of your voice.

"Good Morning, Y/n, this is Cypress from Romance Isle," the charming voice on the other end of the phone snapped you awake, anxiety and excitement curling in your gut like writhing snakes.

Your fingers curl around Nadine's muscular arm, shaking the poor women awake, almost forgetting your caller as you excitedly shake your best friend.

"We are calling to let you know that you have been chosen to be our main romantic attraction," you could here the laughter in their voice, they must of heard your plight in trying to awaken Nadine, "as you supplied all your information on the interest form there is nothing that we need from you, you will receive an email informing you of all that you will need to bring with you, as well as that date a car will be sent to pick you up and bring you to the filming location."

You go to ask a question but Cypress's smooth voice cuts your words off, "Ah, I almost forgot, you must bring your passport as you will be flying."

With that the line falls dead with a beep, a squeal startles you, twisting you face Nadine, her lips were pulled back in a wicked grin, her honey brown eyes seemed to glow with excitement. Strong arms wrap around you, dragging you into a bone crushing hug, her happy laughter mixing with your own.

"I can't believe you stupid drunken idea actually worked," you gasped between startled laughter, grinning just as widely as Nadine.

"I knew it would! Who wouldn't want to date you."

You shove her giggling as she tumbles from the too small bed with a shriek, her head pops back up a mock angry look on her beautiful face, in flash she was on you, fingers tickling your sides as you squirm and cackled under her weight.

"What was that for you witch! I get you dates with a whole bunch of gorgeous people and I get shoved off the bed for it!"

You both freeze, chests heaving as your phone pings loudly, your eyes lock, and her hand snatches her phone from where it had fallen on the bed. Her fingers fly across the screen unlocking it with a practiced ease, her grin grows as excitement lights up her face.

"You go in a month, it says here that you should try to get all your affairs in order as its unknown how long you will be away for," her voice goes from excited to almost sad, "it also says that in order to make sure nothing gets leaked during filming, your contact with the outside world will be limited or completely cut off."

She sighs softly, gently placing your phone down to lay back down next to you, her warm brown eyes seemed to overflow with sadness.

"You okay?"

She smiles softly at your question, "yeah, I'm just going to miss you, who am I meant to party with if you aren't here?"

***

A month flies by so quickly it doesn't feel real, your time with Nadine keeps your mind from wondering too close to Jack's shadow, her bright smiles and cheerful laughter keeps your mind and heart light. Now she stood by your side, her bright purple hair, faded to a soft lilac, dark circles drag under her eyes, a testament to all your nights dancing in the clubs.

The skies seem to be in mourning, grey paints the heavens in a monochrome scene, the cool air in stark contrast to the heated anticipation that flows through your blood, today was the day. Nadine was clutching the small bag of belongings you had packed, insisting she holds it so you could save your strength for the long travel to the island. You knew she was only saying that so she could stay by your side a little longer, Nadine had and always would be your rock, the one person who had stuck by you through all the storms you had faced. Here she was again, sticking by your side as you faced yet another hurricane, this time it was one of her making.

The sleek black car pulls up, the windows almost as dark as the metal, the engine purred softly as it idles in front of the both of you, the door opens with a soft click. A dark haired, dark skinned man steps out, a soft charming smile curling his lips, a pair of dark sunglasses rests on the bridge of his nose, blocking his eyes from view. A dark perfectly tailored suit shows off his tall frame and broad attractive shoulders.

"Ms Y/n, I see you have a companion with you, I must advice that only you will be allowed to come with us," his voice was like rich velvet, smooth and deep, "I am Ezra, I've been assigned to drive you to the airport and accompany you on the flight to the Isle."

"Okay, thank you, is there anything else I should know?"

"Anything else can be talked about on the way to the island, may I help you bring your bags to the car?"

You nod taking in all the information that had been given, handing over the bags when Ezra reaches for them. You twist, nervousness swirling within you, the warmth of Nadine's eyes keeps you steady, her arms curl around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You hold her just as tight relishing in her warmth for a long moment, her purple hair spills over your shoulder, pulling away she grins at you.

"Go get yourself hot date, bestie,"

You couldn't stop the laugh that forces its way your lips at Nadine's teasing words, your whispered goodbyes were cut short by Ezra opening the door to the back of the car, standing next to it in order to close it once you climb in. You sigh softly pulling from Nadine's embrace, saying one last goodbye as you slide into the pristine leather seats, the door shuts with a final click. It takes but a moment for the driver to climb into the front and the cars engine to purr to life, and pulling onto the street.

Hours pass in a blur, the world flying past, nature and modern life fliting across the window.

"What will happen once I arrive?"

It is quiet for a long moment, long enough that you go to ask again before your driver answers.

"You will arrive, be shown to your room, where you will be given a few hours to settle and get ready before you meet the others."

The drive was long enough that you had dozed off, your vision blurred at the edges as Ezra climbs from the car, gently opening the door and offering you an arm to climb out of the car. Ezra seemed to be known at the small airport, the security nodded at us, the receptionists offering us small sweet smiles. It turns out your passport was needed only once, just before you climbed onto the small private plane, one that was hired exclusively to bring people to and from the Island.

[inky-writing]

Coming soon

[danikamariewrites]

would you be willing to do a hc for dating Imogen?

Dating Imogen headcanon

Imogen x reader

A/n: I love her she’s my strong no nonsense girl 💗

Warnings: none

Imogen has such a strong personality you’re a little scared of her

Whenever she talks to you you freeze up and stumble over your words

Your friends, especially Violet, pick on you a little bc your crush on Imogen is so obvious

As you were leaving training one night Imogen grabbed your arm keeping you from leaving

Fight or flight kicked in and you flipped her

As pink hair came into view it was too late. You were already in motion to kneel on her chest

You let out a gasp as you land on her, “Gods, Imogen! I’m so sorry! I had no idea-“ you were cut off by her laughter. “You’re funny y/n/n.” You gave her a confused look

Quickly Imogen flipped you, your back softly hitting the mat as she gently laid you down. Imogen’s lips inches from yours. “How about me and you go into town this weekend, yeah?”

From then on you two were attached at the hip

You two do everything together

You even convinced her to let you help with a few missions here and there for the rebellion

Imogen helped you with your homework. It’s not obvious but she is very book smart

When she helps you study she rewards you with kisses

Imogen isn’t super touchy but she won’t complain if you hold her hand or any PDA

She does like to keep her hand on the small of your back when you’re out and around others

You two don’t always get the chance to do big romantic gestures

It’s the small things you do for one another that make you emotional

Like mentioning your favorite snack one time and finding it in your room after a long day with a sweet note from Imogen

You can tell when Imogen is stressed

Usually she doesn’t like to talk about what’s bothering her so you comfort her

You find Imogen pacing in her room with just the desk lamp on. She bites her nails when she’s nervous thinking. You frown, walking over to her wrapping your arms around her middle to stop her. “I’m here for you.” You whisper into her chest

All Imogen does is hug you back tighter, resting her head on top of yours

[domxmarvel]

Love language 

Pairing:Imogen x Female!Reader

Prompt:K Kiss

It was the third time you had walked this path today,trying to remember all the talking points the guide would go over so you could translate them. As you were walking you noticed a girl who was looking around frantically,like she was trying to find someone. You had seen her with a group of people not too long ago so she probably got separated from them. Before you could think of how you should approach her,there was a gust of wind that blew her beret off. Lucky you were standing in the perfect spot to catch it. She ran over to you and you could see that she was talking,probably thanking you although you couldn’t hear. Now that she was closer,you got a better look at her,she was beautiful. So beautiful that you didn’t realize she had been rambling for the past two minutes. You put your hand up signaling her to pause,you pointed to your ear and shook your head. You could tell there was an ‘oh’ on the way,that was everyone's first instinct when you told them. Pulling up your phone you opened your notes before handing your phone to her. It only took her a few seconds before she gave it back to you.

‘I lost my friends,can you please help me find them?’ Putting your phone away you gave her a nod and a smile,before reaching up to fix her hair and put her beret back on. You gestured for her to hold on to it,making her laugh. You had seen her group a couple of times now so you sort of knew what they looked like. As you were walking you noticed that she was walking very close to you,you were sure she'd be holding your hand if you hadn't just met. When you walked by one of the local bookstores that one of your friends worked part time at,you glanced at the window to see if she was there and she was.She smiled before saying something and walking out to meet you. 

“Y/N,what’s up?” She signed before quickly adding “Who’s your new friend?” You rolled your eyes knowing what she was implying. 

“I’m just helping her find her friends that she got separated from. Have you seen a group of French people? Like five boys and four girls,have you seen them?”

“I did just see a group walk by here a like 10 minutes ago”

“What direction did they go in?” She turned to the girl before answering you,you turned to see that she was talking and turned back to your friend who thankfully translated what she said. She had asked your friend for the time.

“It’s 4:50” You saw her face drop and a look of panic took over,she started rambling so fast that your friend struggled to keep up. But you understood that she needed to get to a meeting point before 5:00. 

“Do you know where it is or any of the buildings around it?” She told your friend the name of a nearby cafe,and you knew if you hurried you’d get there just in time. You gestured for her to follow you before you waved to your friend. You led her to where your scooter was parked,quickly unlocking it before handing her your extra helmet before you put yours on. She got on and put her hands on your shoulders,you tapped her hand and pointed to your waist instead,she moved her hands to your waist as you put in the key and started driving. You felt her hold you tighter as you picked up speed. A few moments later you noticed her grip got less tight as she was distracted looking around,you wished you could’ve seen her face. You reached the cafe and she got off,handing you back the helmet. You saw a group approach you,looking closer you recognized that they were her friends. They started talking,they must’ve said something about you because she turned back to you and quickly back to them. You took off your helmet,fixing your hair as you stood up,giving them a wave hello. She must’ve told them about you not being able to hear since they all waved back. There was a few minutes and you spent them ‘talking’ to the girl which consisted of you passing your phone back and forth,writing everything. You learned that her name was Imogen and you told her yours. You asked her for a photo of the two of you before she left. Before you posted it to your Instagram you handed your phone to her so she could tag her account. Her friends called her over since it was time for them to leave.

***

"Imogen!" I bolted up,looking at Sahar. “I called your name like five times,what are you looking at that’s more important?” I quickly put my phone down,so she couldn’t see that I was scrolling through Y/N Instagram. 

“Sorry the whole break up thing has me a bit annoyed” I lied,not wanting to tell her that I might have feelings for a girl,let alone a girl I had just met not even 12 hours ago. 

“If you’re thinking of taking him back,don’t. You did the right thing,you deserve better”

“You’re right,I shouldn’t think about him” I stared at the ceiling for hours questioning everything I thought I knew.I didn’t know what was happening or what I was feeling but one thing I knew was that I wanted to see her again. 

I barely slept last night and spent the entirety of breakfast yawning,which made everyone ask if I was okay. I still couldn’t get her out of my mind,spending every moment I could on the profile. As we were on our way to the Eiffel tower I took another look,to find that she had made a post to her story. It was her with a tour group,the caption was the locations they’d been going to. The other locations had been crossed out leaving just the Eiffel tower. Just the thought that I might see her again made me both excited and nauseous.

***

The tour was almost over,your hands hurt from how much you signed,the new script was way longer than last years. You couldn’t wait to go grab a coffee and relax,you just had to get through your last stop. There were only three talking points and you were quickly done with the tour,letting everyone wander around and enjoy the view. Just as you were about to leave you saw a black beret flying towards you,you caught it before it could hit your face. You fully turned and once again you were face to face with Imogen. She laughed as she waved to you,walking up. You fixed her hair and set her beret on top of her head once again. You held up two of your fingers,she laughed as she spoke. Despite not hearing her words you could tell she said ‘twice’ just by reading her lips. She seemed to realize her mistake and quickly typed on her phone,before showing you ‘wanna hang out?’ You nodded ‘and could you please teach me some sign language?’ You hadn’t expected her to ask that,but it made you smile.

A few hours later you sat across from her at a cafe,teaching her the basics and making sure you wrote down what they meant. One phrase you made sure to teach her was ‘I don't understand’ you knew she'd need it a lot at the start. 

***

The next day you woke up to a text from Imogen 

‘hey,we’re throwing a birthday party for one of our friends. I was wondering if you’d like to come?’ You smiled at the words.

‘I’d love to,where and when?” She quickly texted you back with the hotel's address and the time. You rummaged through your closet for an outfit,nothing too fancy but you didn’t wanna show up in just a hoodie and jeans. The party was later that night so you had enough time to get ready,you were putting on some makeup when your sister came in. you turned to look at her and she looked shocked 

“What? Where are you going?”

“A party”

“A party” She repeated “You don’t go to parties willingly,what’s going on?” She could see right through you.

“There’s this girl”

“I knew it,” She exclaimed,interrupting you. She was speaking out loud as she signed,probably not realizing. “So what’s she like?” You didn’t describe Imogen the only thing you found yourself signing was 

“She asked me to teach her”

“She did?” She moved closer to you “That’s great,go get her” She was about to leave when you waved to get her attention. 

“What did you want anyway?” She thought for a moment.

“I don’t remember,bye”

***

You texted Imogen when you arrived and she immediately came down to the lobby to get you. She smiled as she looked you over. 

“You’re beautiful” You hadn’t thought her that,so she must’ve learned it on her own and the thought of it made you blush. 

“You too” as you walked you asked “did you learn that for me?” 

“Yes,I learned a few more stuff” You corrected her,showing her to proper sign for ‘things’ she signed back “Yes,i learned a few more things”

“Who’s birthday is it?” She signed back,separate letters this time.

“T-A-R-A” You made it to the door before you could ask anymore questions.

*

The party went well,until they wanted to play truth or dare. You decided to call it a night,and said your goodbyes. Imogen walked you out,you were in the hallway when she moved to stand in front of you. 

“How about we play a round,just the two of us?” 

“Sure,you first. Truth or dare?”

“Truth” You thought for a moment.

“Why did you wanna learn?”

“Because I wanna talk to you”

“But you’re only here for three days”

“I wanna keep talking to you,if you’d like too”

“I would”

“Your turn,truth or dare?” You could tell she was a bit unsure about the signs,she was trying to remember the signs.

“Dare” Her eyes lit up for a second,she stepped closer.

“I dare you to kiss me” You pushed her back against the nearest wall,leaning in closer. She wanted a kiss and you were going to give her one she wouldn’t forget.

[777author]

Romantic Ascendance Headcannons:

Warnings: Romance, gn! reader, may contain spoilers

Sage/Jaron:

His love languages are quality time and physical touch.

He likes dragging you along with him wherever he goes.

Jaron wants to be with you all the time.

He likes pranking you, or trying to get you involved in his mischievous ideas.

Jaron probably worries about you in times of war, especially if you are involved with the war.

If you know how to fight with a sword you two will sometimes practice in the gardens.

If not Jaron would teach you.

When he's not busy running the kingdom, he loves to spend time with you.

He'd get jealous when you spend time with other men, especially if those men are interested in you.

He loves holding you in his arms.

Arguments with him are like talking to a brick wall. If he has an idea and he wants to do it, he will (probably) do it.

And you can't really convince him otherwise.

He loves to see your smile, especially if it's something he said/did that made you smile.

Jaron also loves kissing your smile.

Roden:

You mean a lot to Roden. He loves you sooo much.

There is probably a lot of fear from him that he might lose you.

He definitely doesn't want you to get hurt.

Roden would probably not like you fighting with other people, just him.

You'd be his confidant, someone he could trust and talk to about anything.

For example, after his fights with Jaron you would calm him down, or when he is sad you comfort him.

When you two are not together, he likes knowing where you are, keeping tabs on you sort of thing.

He might get jealous occasionally, if you've been spending too much time with others.

Roden hates it when you cry, especially if you've been fighting with him and its his fault you're crying.

Basically he hates is when you are sad.

In a relationship he is your confidant, he is the person you trust.

Tobias:

Tobias loves spending time with you.

Literally he just wants to be with you at all times.

You two often sit in the library together, reading or talking.

You will often read to him, or he will read to you, depends of the circumstance.

He's often busy with his work so you two don't get a ton of time together.

Tobias very rarely gets jealous, he trusts you so that's that.

His love languages are quality time and words of affirmation.

Occasionally you two will go for a relaxing stroll together.

Imogen:

Prepare to be treated amazing.

Loves going for walks with you.

Holding hands.

Imogen is an amazing listener and comforter.

She knows when to leave you be, when to talk, listen, or when to push you out of your comfort zone.

A huge thing that Imogen values is being able to trust you, and for you to trust her.

She wants you to be happy, and believes that happiness wouldn't be with her.

If she has a duty she must fulfill, she will, no matter how much it hurts either of you.

Enjoys calming activities, like, cuddling and walking.

Amarinda:

Your relationship with Amarinda probably started with you as a servant or a royal from some country.

Amarinda would be very similar to Imogen.

Amarinda enjoys having her arms wrapped around you.

You too helping each other with your responsibilities.

Bickering like an old married couple.

Everyone thinks you guys are so cute together.

Linking pinkies in public.

Not really big on pda but loves showing you affection alone.

A/N: Sorry it was short, more Ascendance headcannons will be out soon!

[saintsanddevils]

Unravel Me

Liam Mairi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Grief is your constant companion as you struggle to come to terms with losing Liam. You can’t handle the memories, so you ask Imogen to take them away.

Warnings: ‼️18+ (MDNI) explicit content‼️, smut, grief, death, blood, some violence, angst, ALL HURT/no comfort, first person reader pov

Author’s Note: This is probably my fav story I’ve written so far! Liam is my favorite of all of the Fourth Wing men & I’ve been dying to write this for so long. - also, every person who has checked in on me about burnout, thank you, you’re incredibly kind & I appreciate all the love!!

Word Count: 8.6K

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The stone archway is the only thing keeping me from collapsing to the ground. I lay my back against it, trying to keep myself standing. Breaths saw through my lungs in jagged, sharp inhales. A knife cutting through me from the inside out.

Storm clouds form in the sky above, ominous in the setting sun. The smell of wet stone and soil fills the air as I try to still my racing heart.

It’s been one month.

One month.

Four weeks.

Thirty days.

Seven hundred and twenty-two hours and counting since Liam has been gone.

Knees shaking, I close my eyes, breathing deeply. But the breaths come quicker and faster. The image of Liam’s broken, bloody face surfacing unbidden. The way his blue eyes frosted over before closing, his skin cracked and pale as he slumped against Deigh’s red scales.

Rough, uneven breaths escape me. Thunder rumbles the ground beneath my feet, the summer air chilled by the cool of rain. Each breath clouds around me as I stand beneath an arch, facing the open courtyard.

The very courtyard where I first met Liam.

I remember the way his eyes lit with a teasing gleam when they first met mine. He was playful, flirtatious, but his eyes captured me. Like crystal glass, filled with murky seawater shining in the sunlight. I’d never seen such a blue.

The memory stings, sharp and insistent with its presence. Since his death, I’ve been left with nothing but every memory I have of him. Each one imprinted upon me, unique and shining. How he smiled, fully and entirely intoxicating, when I entered the room. The way his skin glided against mine between sheets. The feel of his calloused hand gripping my own. His lips coasting mine, teasing, before claiming them for his own, stealing the breath in my lungs.

Every day since his death has been my own personal hell. Waking up, alone, forms a hollow ache within my chest that grows with every second. I never want to leave my bed.

For the first week, everyone grieved alongside me. But we’re in the middle of a war. We can’t waste any time.

Only the pestering of my squad mates and the force behind my dragon’s insistent encouragement force me out of my room now. Although they try to hide it, they’re concerned for me. I act like I can’t feel their penetrating gazes, but it’s suffocating.

Every day is suffocating.

Distantly, I hear someone call my name. With my eyes closed, I can pretend I’m not here. I can pretend he’s alive. I can pretend I will find him standing before me, smiling, when I open my eyes. That he’ll tell me I worry too much and he’ll kiss the rain from my cheeks and lips.

When I open my eyes, it’s not him standing there. It’s Imogen.

Concern lines her face as she stares at me. “I’m so sorry. I can’t.”

Tears burn my eyes as the rain begins to fall harder. Overcome by a heaviness crushing my ribs, my knees start to shake. I can’t tell if I’m holding on to the wall or if it’s the one keeping me up.

“Please,” I beg, voice cracking. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t wake up tomorrow with this pain,” I grip my chest, swallowing the grief threatening to choke me. “It’s like a living, breathing thing inside of me. It’s poisoning me. I…I can’t do it anymore.”

Sobs escape from my lips, gasping and heaving. I must sound like a tortured animal as I collapse to the ground, cracking my knees against the stone. The pain grounds me as I slump against the wall.

This pressure on my chest, the one that settled there as I watched Liam limp towards Deigh a month ago, is stifling me. It’s growing more and more, crushing my lungs, severing my breaths as I cling to the stone beneath my fingers.

I completely forget Imogen until she’s stepping towards me. She watches the tears fall from my eyes, shared sorrow evident in her posture. She, too, knew Liam well. They all did. It wasn’t just me who lost him.

But she knows what he was to me. What I was to him.

I don’t know what convinces her. Maybe it’s the tears. Maybe it’s my pathetic whimpers. Or maybe it’s the hollow look in my eyes as grief consumes me. All I know is she’s staring at me with concern and hesitant understanding. And I cling to that like a lifeline.

“Okay,” her voice sobers me from my tears.

A shaky breath. Another.

“Really?” My whisper is broken in the space between us.

She nods slowly. “I’ll do it. But you have to know what you’re asking me to do.”

I nod back, aware of her hands as they clench and unclench at her sides.

The idea came to me last week when a cadet mocked Violet about losing her “guard dog”. Violet flinched and, suddenly, there he was. Xaden was a feral, untamed thing as he hurled himself at the cadet.

It should’ve been me. I should’ve hurt that dumbass cadet. I wish it had been me as I watched Xaden deliver blow after blow on the cadet before being thrown back by Garrick. My knees and hands were shaking as I watched him be crowded against the wall, restrained as the injured cadet ran down the hall like a fucking coward.

Grief is something that’s different for everyone. I think the only person who knew an ounce of what I felt was Xaden. He lost not only a friend but a brother. He loved him.

And as I stood there, staring as Violet calmed Xaden, I had known this grief would pass for him. It would haunt him forever, but it would scar over. He would heal because he had Violet. He had Garrick and Imogen and Bodhi.

I had Liam.

A steadiness settles in me as I meet her gaze. “I know what I’m asking.”

She closes her eyes, briefly, as if debating if this is worth the risk, before raising her hands towards me.

“You need to stay perfectly still,” she instructs, kneeling before me. “I’m not going to lie to you. This will hurt like hell, but the pain won’t last long. It should fade, along with the memories you want me to erase.”

I nod as trepidation and nerves slowly creep up my spine, causing my hands to shake. I clench them, steeling myself. Forcing determination to settle on my shoulders.

Imogen settles herself before me, waiting for my signal before touching the skin of my temples. The pink of her hair is darker in the low lighting, thunder gradually fading in the distance as rain continues to fall.

“Are you sure?” She asks, voice hesitant.

A flash of Liam’s smile has my gut twisting. Liam used to say that love was something he never thought would happen to him. That love was a fairytale.

After almost a year of being together, he whispered with shaky breaths, “I’ve never loved someone like I love you. You’re the other half of something I didn’t know was missing. Something so tied within me, I feel you always.”

I’d gripped him tightly, clinging to him as I kissed his collarbone, neck, all the way up to his jaw. “I feel you, too.”

He shook his head, lips brushing my ear. “Don’t you think it’s terrifying that at any moment, it could be gone? I could lose you?”

I’d given him reassurances. False promises.

I didn’t know I’d lose him so soon. I didn’t know loving him would become a curse.

Wanting something I can’t ever have again will kill me. I can’t do it anymore.

“Yes,” I answer Imogen. “I’m sure.”

She hesitates, only for a moment, before closing her eyes. I close my own, letting the rain wash my doubts away.

Pressure builds behind my eyes, steady and gradual at her fingertips. I can feel her presence in my mind.

“Start from your most recent memory,” she says. “And slowly go further and further until you reach the oldest one.”

I pause, my heart racing frantically in my chest as I immediately recall the last time I saw Liam.

“No!” I scream, but it’s too late.

Deigh slumps to the ground, motionless.

Blood drips from my hands as I run towards Liam, whose eyes meet mine in wide panic. I watch him stagger forward, limping, before collapsing to the dirt.

I’m there, holding him up as his body begins to slump. Xaden appears, helping me, but I barely glance at him. My entire focus is on Liam’s shallow breathing.

“Take me to him,” he whispers roughly, chest rising and falling jaggedly.

We help bring Liam to Deigh. My shaking hands cling to him as we settle him against the red scales of his dragon. Xaden lingers beside me as we both kneel before Liam, whose gaze is fixed on his friend.

“You’re the brother I’ve always wanted,” he smiles. “Don’t forget where you came from. Who you are, and who you’ll become.”

Tears well in Xaden’s eyes as he nods.

I feel like I’m intruding on a moment between them, but I can’t bring myself to leave Liam’s side.

“I-“ he swallows, gaze fixated on Violet behind us. “I hope I did enough-“

“You did,” Xaden smiles, tears now falling down his cheeks. “You did everything you could and more.”

Liam nods, tears in his own eyes. Xaden leans forward to hold him, one last time.

Liam mumbles something to him I can’t hear before Xaden backs away, back towards Violet. I catch Xaden looking at me, guilt written across his features, but I don’t acknowledge it. I can’t waste any second we have left.

Liam finally, finally, meets my gaze. His jaw clenches as he watches the tears streaming down my skin. His fingers reach up, wiping them away. I lean into his hand on instinct, forcing myself to memorize the way his calloused skin feels against mine.

“I don’t know how to say goodbye,” I whisper.

Liam’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Then don’t.”

He pulls me forward, kissing me with his last breaths. I don’t hesitate. I kiss him with every fiber of my being, knowing I won’t have this for much longer. The feel of his lips will stay with me until I, too, meet Malek at the end of this life. Where I hope he waits for me.

When we part, I lean my forehead against his, breaths sawing through me like a serrated knife’s edge.

“I-I can’t lose you,” I gasp.

His skin is pale, almost gray-tinted, as his fingers softly touch my cheek. “You won’t lose me forever. I’ll see you again.”

A sob escapes my lips before I kiss him again. “I love you. Always.”

Liam’s smile is full of sorrow as he kisses me back. “I’ll love you beyond my last breath,” he whispers against my lips.

His fingers suddenly caress the back of my head, tilting my face to look up at him. There’s a severity in his eyes as he stares down at me. “Every moment we have had is something I’ll cherish long after I’m gone. I’ve never felt so lucky,” he kisses the tip of my nose, the top of my cheeks. “Whatever becomes of me, my soul,” a tear falls from his eye as his gaze holds me captive. “I’ll always be with you.”

I turn my head to kiss the palm of his hand. “I’ll always need you.”

“Not always,” he shakes his head. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Live,” his smile is beaming as blood trickles down the side of his head from an open cut, staining his blonde hair. “Live and forget me.”

“But-“

“I want you to grow old, live a full life. Fight to live beyond whatever this war will bring.”

I shake my head. “How am I supposed to forget you? You’re all I have.”

“No, I’m not. You have so much to live for, don’t let me stand in the way of something greater ahead of you.” I try to refute, but Liam silences me with another kiss. “You’re the one thing in my life that’s made all of this worth it. For that, I’m grateful for the time I was given with you.”

A whimper escapes me and Liam holds me, breathing me in.

“I kept my promise.” He kisses me once, twice.

In the space between us, we breathe together. I hold my hand to his chest, feeling the rise and fall. One long, deep, shaky breath, a whisper of my name, and he stills.

Silence crowds around me, choking the air as I weep into the skin of his neck, holding him close. A scream builds in my throat as his body grows cold beneath me. Rage rises like a tidal wave within me, numbing the pain.

They’ll pay. Every last Venin will die for this. For what they took from me.

I’m covered in sweat, blood, and dried tears by the time the sun sets and the Venin are defeated in Athebyne. For now.

Flames reach towards the sky, flickering and grasping for the stars. I grip my sword, Liam’s sword, tightly in my hand. Blood trickles down my skin across the blade as I stare into the fire.

Liam’s body burns atop the pyre. Ashes scatter in the breeze as everyone stands to watch. We all lived, and it sickens me. We survived, and Liam, the best of us, didn’t.

Bitterness settles next to the grief. It burns like acid in my gut. The last thing I remember is Violet’s hand gripping my own in comfort.

“You’re not alone,” she whispers.

But I am. I’m entirely alone.

The memory is ripped from my grasp, leaving me gasping, heaving, as the ache in my chest burns.

Before I can steady myself, I’m thrown into another.

Arms wrap around my torso, pulling me close to a firm chest as dim light filters through the arched windows.

“Good morning to you, too,” I whisper, groggily.

A breathy chuckle against my spine has my skin prickling. “Morning, love.”

I bask in the warmth of his arms, the feel of his muscles flexing against my skin as he kisses my shoulder. He hums, continuing kissing up my shoulder to my neck, shifting my hair to kiss up my jaw. I shiver, as his fingers trail down my torso to my hips, pulling the hem of my nightdress up my thighs.

“Liam,” I breathe.

I feel him smile against my ear as he nips at it. “Yes, love? Need something?”

His fingers trail up my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When his calloused hand reaches the edge of my underwear, Liam’s lips caress my bottom lip.

I whisper against him, “I need you.”

“Whatever you want, I’ll give you,” he smirks before his lips collide with mine.

He kisses me with a lazy, unhurried pace. As if we have all the time in the world.

I shift in his arms, gaining better access to his mouth as I tangle my tongue with his. My fingers dive through his hair as his own slip beneath the lace of my underwear. His skin is warm and rough against me as the tips of his fingers glide across where I want him most.

“Already wet for me, darling?” He growls into my mouth.

I moan as his fingers sink inside me, pumping agonizingly slow. He continues to tease and caress as I melt in his arms. When his thumb rubs smooth circles around my clit, heat begins to prickle at the base of my core. I’m already climbing to my peak, heaving and gasping breaths as he pumps his long, thick fingers in and out, gaining speed the more I moan his name.

“You’re intoxicating,” he groans as he bites my lip. “I fucking love waking up to you like this. Soaked and ready for me.”

A gasp falls from my lips just before he pinches my clit. Light flashes beneath my lids as I cry out, fire blazing up my body as I fall into the rhythm of his fingers. I pulse and squeeze around him as my hands grip onto him tightly. When I come down from my climax, a pounding on the door has me jolting.

“Don’t make me break this fucking door down!” I hear Xaden’s voice yell.

Liam groans, slumping against me. “Shit.”

The bed shifts as he rolls off the bed, covering me with the blankets before throwing open the door.

“What?”

There’s a pause before I hear Xaden’s low chuckle. “Sorry to disrupt your morning, but we have to leave.”

Liam’s shoulders tense. “Now? What happened?”

People are running in the hall, shouts echoing off the walls that force me to sit up, staring in confusion at the chaos.

“Get dressed,” Xaden commands, all amusement gone.

“What’s going on?” Liam asks again.

I can see Xaden’s jaw clench as he stares at his foster brother. “They’re calling us down to the flight field. War Games.”

Liam’s grip on the doorframe whitens his knuckles. “How many minutes do we have?”

Xaden hesitates. “Less than ten, but you need-“

“We’ll meet you on the field.” Liam slams the door shut.

When he turns to me, his eyes are blazing like blue fire. He stalks forward, standing at the edge of our bed. His hands shoot out and drag me to the edge, making me squeal. His fingers tear the lace from me, leaving me bare before him before forcing my legs open. He’s kneeling as I sit up, watching him as he leans forward to lick up my slit in one swift, precise movement. I groan, head falling back as I buck against his unyielding grip.

“But we have to go,” I gasp when he does it once more.

His voice is rough and gravelly as his lips caress my heat. “Guess I have to make every second count.”

The memory fades, like the burning of paper. Ashes scattering in my mind as pain radiates up my spine, throbbing at my temples. I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming as the pressure builds.

My head pounds as I’m thrown further, another memory crashing over me.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it,” Liam groans against my ear, pumping deep into me. “You’re taking me so well.”

I whine, shifting my hips to meet him with every thrust. He hits inside of me deliciously, stars dancing across my vision as his hands hold my waist, pressing me into the sheets.

An urgency fills us as we stop pacing ourselves and chase that fire slowly burning beneath our skin. It races in our blood as our skin slicks with sweat, breaths gasping.

Liam shifts his hips upward on the next thrust, making me moan into his collarbone.

“Gods, do that again.”

Liam smirks, blue eyes glittering when they meet mine. “As you wish.”

The memory warps, lost to time, as I’m thrown further, again and again, into one memory after another and another.

The mat presses against my cheek as Liam holds me down. I can tell he’s holding back since his weight isn’t entirely crushing me.

That’s a mistake he’ll surely regret.

I twist my legs, elbowing him in the face as I throw my weight onto him. He rolls, falling to the mat as I climb atop him, my elbow pressing into his throat to cut off his air supply. My legs hold his arms down to keep him from moving.

He struggles for a moment, but the shining pride in his eyes is what causes butterflies to flutter in my stomach.

“I love it when you throw me around,” he chokes out. I raise my elbow slightly to lessen the pressure on his throat.

I chuckle, leaning forward until we’re inches apart. “You like it when I make you do what I want?”

He smiles. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll beg for it.”

Paper crumples in his hand, frustration steeling his jaw as he throws it at the wall.

“Stop,” I say, reaching for his clenched fingers. “Stop blaming yourself. It won’t do anything good.”

His hard eyes meet mine, immediately softening. “I don’t know what to do,” his voice is broken, hushed. “I wish I could find her, hide her, take her as far from this as possible.” He shakes his head, closing his eyes. “Sloane doesn’t deserve this life.”

Bringing my hand to his cheek, I force him to open his eyes. “You can’t change the future just as you can’t change the past,” I give him a small smile. “She’ll be okay, Liam. She’ll have us.”

Liam’s gaze holds mine as he breathes deeply. We sit there, suspended in time, as he grips me with shaking hands. I know he’s fighting tears as much as he’s fighting the urge to throw a punch at the wall. But with me here, he slowly begins to calm.

When he grabs my hand laying on his cheek, he kisses it. “I guess I should be grateful she’ll finally meet you.”

I smile at the idea. “I hope she likes me.”

He grips me tighter. “She’ll love you. Besides,” he leans forward, inches from me. “She’ll have to since she’ll be putting up with you for a very, very long time.”

I raise a teasing brow. “How long will that be for?”

“If it’s up to me,” he breathes against my lips. “For the rest of our lives.”

The sunset flickers across the horizon over the distant mountains, casting the room in a dim, fading gold light. It refracts off Liam’s eyes, making the blue iridescent, as he smiles against my lips.

“Will you stay?”

I smile back, nipping his bottom lip. “Always.”

“I-I don’t want to wake up alone anymore.” He hesitates, swallowing. “Move in here with me. Share my bed and steal my blankets. Get dressed with me every morning. I don’t want to waste a moment without you next to me. Make this room both of ours.”

Tears gather in my eyes as warmth fills me, settling in my chest.

I kiss him recklessly, leaving us both breathless as I whisper, “Gods, I love you.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You have no idea.”

Two cadets with fowl breath and malice in their eyes crowd around me. My heart beats wildly in my throat as I back away. Their hands sharp and insistent as they push me to the corner of the hall. Their hands locked on my wrists to keep me from running.

“Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Her.”

The words cut through the air like a knife laced with venom. It startles the men, who bolt upright to turn and see who spoke.

Liam’s face is a mask of fury as he strides down the hall. The second our gazes collide, he unleashes himself on them. He throws a punch at one of their faces, knocking them against the wall. The other, he tackles into the brick, cracking the back of the cadet’s skull. He groans as Liam throws punch after punch, blood spraying, before throwing the man to the ground. The other cadet is there, stumbling forward and hurling himself at Liam.

I scream when I see the flash of a dagger. Liam catches it within seconds. Being the best of our year has its benefits as he twists the blade out of the cadet’s grip and stabs it to the hilt into his arm. The cadet’s eyes widen, blood trickling from his mouth as he screams, falling to the ground.

The other cadet bleeds next to him, panting.

“What the fuck?” He groans.

Liam stands, blood soaking his clenched fists at his sides as he stares them down. “You touched her, tried to hurt her, you even scared her.” He shakes his head. “You don’t get to live after that.”

The cadet Liam punched over and over again is now trying to crawl away, but it’s too late. Liam is there, hauling him to his feet and holding him against the wall by his throat.

“Liam,” I whisper, fear rattling my voice.

He stops. Everything stops as he lets go of the cadet and turns to me. He’s there, holding me as he quickly examines every inch of exposed skin.

“Yes, love? Did they hurt you?”

I shake my head. “No, I’m f-fine,” I step closer to him, cradling his bleeding hands in mine. “Just please get me out of here.”

He nods, not even sparing them a second glance as he whisks me out of the corridor. We walk quickly until we’re outside in a courtyard. Under a stone arch he stops, pressing me against the wall as he holds me close.

“You looked so afraid,” he whispers in my hair. “I-I couldn’t handle it. Did-“ he hesitates. “Did I scare you?”

“You could never scare me,” I hold him tighter as the lingering fear begins to fade. A warmth settling in me from his close proximity. A sense of rightness at the feel of his arms around me.

He pulls back, looking me over once more. “If those fuckers laid a finger on you-“

I smile softly. “You stopped them before it got worse. I’m alright.”

He nods, forehead touching mine in defeat as his shoulders sag, releasing all the pent-up tension inside of him. “If I wasn’t there, if things were worse, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. Who I’d become.”

I burrow into him, letting his warmth chase every horrible thought away. “But you didn’t lose me. You won’t.”

Liam shakes his head. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll fight. You’ll fight till your last breath to stay alive, to see the next day. I can’t-“ he swallows. “I couldn’t live knowing I could’ve saved you. But I can’t always be there.”

“You don’t need to be, but I’m grateful you were there today,” I press closer. “I promise to fight and not give up.”

He nods, satisfied. Silence envelops us as the night breeze whistles through the courtyard.

The moon shines on his blue eyes, making them almost silver as he says, “And I promise to fight for you, too. To love you and keep you safe. Till my last breath. You can hold me to that.”

Music floats through the air as Liam holds me close, hands intertwining as he guides me to an alcove covered in shadows. I stifle a laugh as we race through the corridor. We ignore the shouting taunts from Ridoc and Sawyer down the hall as they head back to the party.

Once we’re out of earshot and covered by the dark, Liam presses me against the stone of the alcove. He doesn’t waste a second. His lips are on mine, holding me captive. He’s insistent and intoxicating as he consumes me with just a kiss. He smells of liquor and desire, making me feel lightheaded.

His rough fingers drag the fabric of my dress up as his lips begin to trail down my jaw, neck, and chest. Before I can protest, he’s kneeling, throwing the fabric up to expose my legs to the cool night air.

“Liam!” I whisper-shout. “Someone will see!”

Liam raises a brow. “Then you better keep quiet.”

He grips the back of my leg, tossing it over his shoulder as he disappears beneath my dress. His breath is hot against my skin as he licks up my inner thighs.

I bite back a squeal as he moves my underwear out of the way, fingers toying with my skin.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you.”

“Liam-“ I’m cut off by the feel of his mouth kissing my heat. His tongue diving deep inside me, causing me to throw a hand over my mouth, stifling a moan. My knees begin to buckle but he holds me in his firm grip, keeping me standing as he continues to twist his tongue deep inside, feasting on me.

I’m delirious with want as he continues to eat me out, thumb caressing my clit lazily. Pleasure spreads up my body, curling around my spine. My hips rock against him, pressure building and building before-

“Liam,” I gasp against my hand as my climax hits me, hard and fast. His fingers and tongue prolong my pulsing as I come all over his mouth. It feels like an eternity before my body gives out, sliding against the stone.

“Gods, I love the way you say my name,” he groans against me. “Especially when I fuck you.”

Liam stands, shifting his hands as I hear the sound of a buckle. Before I can calm my racing heart, he grips my thighs and holds up my legs to wrap firmly around his waist. I obey and immediately suck in a breath. The head of his cock is poised at my soaked entrance.

He suddenly leans forward, surprising me with a kiss on the tip of my nose. My heart swells before he finds my lips, kissing me. It’s consuming, claiming. Leaving me breathless and wanting.

“I love you so much, baby,” he says before pushing into me, stretching me. We moan together, breaths intermixing, as he bottoms out.

Using the wall as leverage, Liam adjusts me so my hips are at the perfect angle, his hands holding my ass firmly before he begins to thrust. My nails dig into his shirt as he hits me just right. This angle allows him to sink deeper and deeper, causing gasps to fall from my lips like whispered secrets.

He stops the sound with his mouth on my own, swallowing my moans. I taste myself on his lips and tongue. It’s incredibly erotic and fills me with immense pleasure as he thrusts harder and harder. I bounce against the stone, clinging to him for dear life as he begins chasing his own pleasure. I’m already climbing with him, breaths sawing through my lungs as I feel myself chasing another orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “You’re incredible.” He hisses as his cock hits me just right. My inner walls fluttering around him as he pumps faster. “Fuck, that feels-“

He groans just as his hips piston into me, wild and untamed as he releases inside of me. I’m right there with him. Like a flower bursting open in the sun, warmth burns through my body at the sensation. I don’t even care if anyone hears us anymore, I’m moaning his name loud enough to echo off the walls as I gyrate against him.

When we both finally come down, we’re twitching and panting, giving one another tired, lazy smiles. Liam towers above me, breathing heavily as he kisses my forehead, my temple, the corner of my mouth.

“Gods, you’re insatiable.”

I laugh before wiggling in his arms, causing his still-hard cock to sink further into me. He moans at the sensation.

“Another round?”

He laughs with me. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” his hands are firm on my wrists as he holds them above my head, trapping them against the cool stone. “As you wish.”

The stars are bright above the flight field as Liam and I lay back in the grass. It prickles the skin of my hands as a breeze flutters over us. The distant sounds of crickets and a nearby river fill the quiet. Both of our dragons lie close by, their sulfuric breathing filling the silence. We’re far away enough from them to feel as though we’re entirely alone.

Liam’s arm is close to mine as we lay, looking up at the constellations.

“What did Ridoc say to you earlier when we were leaving the gym?” I ask quietly. “You seemed annoyed.”

Liam’s breath hitches, his chest stilling. I feel his arm tense as he tries to slowly breathe out, almost like he’s calming himself.

“He, uh, just wanted to know about something.”

That piques my interest. I raise a brow. “About?”

Liam is quiet for a moment. “He wanted to know if you were single.”

“Oh.”

The silence is suddenly suffocating. The presence of our dragons makes this feel incredibly awkward, as if we have an audience. I can feel the weight of my dragon peering at us, like the gossip she is. I ignore her.

I don’t turn to look at Liam as I bite my lower lip. It’s been months of this constant flirtation. Months of tension that’s been building and building but I can’t tell if he’s just incredibly friendly with everyone or actually wanting a relationship with me. It’s driving me crazy.

Liam’s the type of guy who anyone can love and I hate how I’m one of them. How I’ve completely fallen for someone who probably only views me as nothing more than a friend.

A shaky exhale escapes me as I try and compose myself. “What did you say?”

Liam scoffs. “I told him to go ahead and ask you out.”

I startle, eyes wide and heart beating out of my chest as I turn to look over at him only to find he’s already staring at me. There’s a gleam of satisfaction in his eye as he watches my reaction.

Anger rises, sudden and quick. “Did you just say that to see what I’d do?!”

Liam shrugs before winking. “Just making sure you’re not interested in him.”

The anger dies as quick as it arrived. But my heart continues to pound, nerves sparking in my gut. “Why?”

Liam is suddenly leaning close, breath fanning over my face. He smells of mint, earth, and something so familiar, I ache to be closer to him. “I told him to go fuck himself. That you’re mine and he’d end up with a broken nose on that pretty-boy face of his as soon as he even spoke to you.”

My breath catches in my throat, a squeak escaping my lips. Liam’s mouth twitches at the sound.

“Who said I’m yours?” I whisper, unsure and entirely too hopeful for my own good.

Liam’s smile is beaming and brilliant. “You were mine the second you punched Jack in the throat after parapet.”

A laugh bursts out of me, startling the quiet of the night. Liam joins in, but his gaze is heavy and insistent on me.

“He deserved it,” I huff.

“He did,” Liam’s smile is contagious as his fingers move a piece of hair behind my ear, lingering next to my cheek. “But I also knew when you told me I’m just another big asshole at Basgiath,” he winks.

I roll my eyes playfully. “You came on too strong from the second you met me.”

He shrugs. “Didn’t want anyone to steal you away from me before I got the chance to sweep you off your feet.”

I raise a brow. “And did you?”

He lays his hand against my cheek, no more hesitating. “Depends on if you’re truly mine or not.”

I lean into him, eyes closing. “I’ve been yours for a long time, Liam.”

The nighttime breeze wraps us tighter together as he leans in and kisses me. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt his lips on mine and it sends a spark of fire down my body, lighting every nerve like a firework. I’m electrified, lighting up the night sky as he kisses me like something fragile and precious. Something worth having.

“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.

He startles, pushing himself away before he’s suddenly hovering above me. A smile that rivals the brightness of the stars shines on me as he leans down, our noses touching.

“You love me?”

I nod, my nerves fluttering as he reaches out to caress my cheek. I’ve never seen him so soft, so gentle. No one would believe how trusting, caring, and loving he can be. But only I see it. Only with me does he let down his walls.

He’s kissing me again, but this time, he’s no longer holding back. He’s not gentle as he bites my bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth. I moan as his tongue surges into my mouth, claiming me. I’m lost to the feel of him as his hands tangle in my hair, pulling my head back to gain access to my throat.

Against my skin, he whispers. “Gods, I’ve been wanting to hear you say that for so long.” He licks a strip of my skin, biting my pulse, before sucking my clavicle. “Fuck, I love you so damn much, I’ve been going insane with wanting you.”

My breath hitches as his fingers trail beneath my leathers, finding the skin of my hip. He presses me into the grass as he finds his way back to my lips. Kissing me once more.

Time seems to hold its breath as we kiss under the stars, uncaring of what the next day may bring. All we have is this moment, clinging to one another and sighing with relief. I’ve never felt so happy in my entire life as Liam looks down on me with such adoration.

When he suddenly sits back on his knees, I pout up at him. He shakes his head, laughing as he holds his hand out.

“Come with me.”

He pulls me up with him off the grass and starts racing towards the school.

“Where are we going?” I huff, trying to keep up.

Liam’s grip is unwavering as he turns back to look at me. “We only have a few hours till sunrise and I need all the time I can get to show you just how much I love you,” he winks.

Warmth rises up my neck to my cheeks, making him smile wider as he pulls me after him towards Basgiath.

“Is something going on between you and Liam?” Violet asks.

I startle, choking on my drink. Rhiannon snickers as she pats my back, helping me. Once I can breathe, my eyes betray me. I automatically find Liam across the dining hall, talking with Xaden and Garrick. His face is tight with tension and concern as his hands clench beside his plate. When his eyes meet mine, as if he can sense me, the tension is immediately gone. He softens. A smile playing on his mouth as he nods to me, saying good morning.

I nod back, warmth filling my gut before I avoid Violet’s inquisitive stare and go back to eating. “Nothing’s going on.”

Rhiannon snorts. “Sure. And nothing is going on with Violet and Xaden.”

Violet stiffens next to me. “There’s nothing-“

Rhiannon holds up a hand, stopping her. “Don’t fight it, Violet. It’s way too obvious.”

Violet glares at her best friend, causing me to laugh. I catch Liam glancing at us from the sound.

“It’s just as obvious with you two,” Rhiannon presses.

I prickle at their interrogation. “What do you want me to say? We’re just friends.”

Violet shakes her head. “Friends don’t look at each other the way he looks at you.”

I stare at her, brows pinched. “What do you mean?”

Violet glances at Xaden’s table and smiles. “Like that.”

I whip my gaze back to Liam to find him staring. He doesn’t look away when I meet his blue eyes. There’s an underlying intensity in his stare, something heavy and wanting. It leaves me breathless and trapped, wanting more than anything for us to be alone. To finally tell him how I feel. To see if maybe, just maybe, the lingering stares and touches and late-night talks are more than just friendship.

I break away first, staring down at the broccoli on my plate with sorrow climbing its way up my sternum. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Violet throws her hands in the air, clearly exasperated. “Gods, can’t you guys just shut up and make-out already!”

Her voice echoes around the table and I freeze. Closing my eyes, I hope he didn’t just hear her. I hope to every god that can hear me that he isn’t the one whose chair screeched against the floor. That it’s not his booted feet coming towards our table.

“Ladies,” Liam’s deep octave vibrates against my already rattled nerves.

“Oh fuck,” I mumble. I open my eyes to find Liam hovering above me, leaning his hands on the table.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he winks.

I fight the blush rising to my cheeks by curving my nails into my palms. The pain is sharp and helps clear my head.

“Morning,” my voice catches, sounding winded. “Did, uh, you need something?”

I catch Rhiannon smiling at the exchange in my peripheral.

Liam’s hand reaches back to wrap around his neck, showing off the rippling muscles in his bicep as he shrugs. “I was about to head to Battle Brief and wanted to see if you would join me. I mean, since you’re already heading there anyway.”

I nod, butterflies threatening to rise from my gut and fall out of my mouth as I clench my fists beneath the table. His stupid biceps are all I can focus on as his bright blue eyes burn into me.

FOCUS!

I smile. “Yeah, sure,” I turn to Violet and Rhiannon, who are smiling so big and taunting, I want to throw them off the bench. “Are you guys done? Want to head over with us?”

Violet shakes her head. “Oh no, don’t wait up for us. As a matter of fact, I think you’re looking a little chilly though,” she raises a concerned brow. “Do you need my coat or-“

Liam is draping his jacket over my shoulders before she can finish her sentence. I’m startled and staring as his cheeks redden from the attention.

“Ok, we’ll see you guys there,” he holds a hand out to me, waiting.

I turn back to Violet to see a satisfied gleam in her eyes. I glare.

Rhiannon chokes on a laugh as I take his hand, quickly making our way out of the dining hall.

We shove our way through the crowded halls, Liam close by my side as I hold on to his jacket. It’s warm and smells so much like him that I try and resist burrowing my nose into it. Would he think it’s weird if I keep it?

I shrug out of it, not trusting myself or this sudden burst of kleptomania to keep from me stealing it. “Here, I’m not super cold. It’s okay.”

Liam stops me, shoving it back onto my shoulders. “No, I want you to. Besides,” he winks. “You look good in it.”

I hide my blush as we make our way through the crowd once more.

It’s only when we’re at the door to Battle Brief that I realize I’m still holding his hand and he never let go.

Like knotted string, Imogen unravels my mind. Every knot a memory. She pulls and yanks until I’m fraying at the edges. Pain shoots through my veins, burning me from the inside out. A scream slowly builds in my throat as the pain increases to an all-consuming fire.

Just as the pain rises, it falls, like a cresting wave crashing against the shore. And a strange numbing sensation takes over.

A strange hollow throbbing begins to pulse inside of my head. As if something, or many things, are missing. I can’t place it and as soon as I try to recall what’s gone, it whisks away like a leaf in the breeze.

Imogen’s hands are steady on me as another memory, this one golden and bright, surfaces.

“I could show you a thing or two with those pretty long legs of yours wrapped around my-“

A crunching sound echoes in the courtyard as my fist collides with Jack Barlowe’s nose. His head whips back, harsh and startling. I keep my stance, watching and waiting as he whips back around, fury lighting his eyes.

“You fucking bitch!”

My hand shoots out again, this time slamming into his larynx, cutting off the sound in his throat. He chokes, staggering backwards. He falls to the ground, heaving.

The son of a bitch deserves it for pinching my ass and asking me to meet him in the dorms tonight like I’m some sort of whore. I roll my eyes and walk away from him, ignoring the stares that follow in my wake. I didn’t survive the fucking parapet to be groped and manipulated by some jackass.

“Excuse me?”

I whip around, ready to take on another asshole when I hesitate. My eyes widen at the sight of the man before me. He’s incredibly tall and broad. Muscles line his arms, rippling across his skin as if he’s a statue at a gallery. He towers over me with an impish grin on his face. His golden blonde hair a beacon in the sunlight. My heart races in my ears as I stare up at his incredible handsome face.

“You’re in the Fourth Wing, right?” His voice is deep, hypnotic. I could lose myself to the rhythm of it.

I nod, dumbly. “Flame Section.”

He smiles and I feel a strange sense of gravity slipping from beneath my feet at the sight. Gods, he’s beautiful.

But beautiful men often tend to be assholes. Like Jack.

“Me too,” he shrugs. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

My hackles rise at the compliment. “Why?”

He puts his hands up, showing he’s not a threat. “Hey, I’m just curious. I wanted to know the woman who beat the shit out the biggest asshole at Basgiath.”

I roll my eyes. “All men are assholes here. He just happens to be one of them.”

He cocks his head, leaning forward with a twinkle in his eye. “Am I one of them?”

I step close, glaring up at him. “Most likely, given how you seem to entirely depend on your good looks and charm to get you through your time here. Just like any asshole.”

“You think I’m good looking?” His smirk is intoxicating. “And charming?”

I shake my head. “And apparently brainless.”

He leans closer. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be as long as you keep talking to me.”

My heart gets caught in my throat as I try and swallow. He watches the movement with sharp, knowing eyes. That smirk stretching wider.

“What if I don’t ever speak to you again?”

“You want me to beg, is that it?” His voice is as soft as velvet and it slithers over my skin. “Should I get on my knees for you?”

The image of him on his knees, looking up at me through his lashes, has me jolting away from him. He laughs, which rings through the air like a forgotten melody I only just remembered. It’s frightening how familiar he feels to me.

Annoyance prickles my skin as he continues to laugh at my expense. “You’re just another pompous ass who gets off at the idea of taunting me.”

He shakes his head, his smile never wavering. “Oh gods, you’re entirely wrong. Trust me.” He raises a hand, holding it out to me. “How about we start over, yeah? I’m Liam Mairi and I promise I’m not an asshole. Or,” he shrugs. “Not as big of an asshole as Jack is, at least.”

I can’t help my smile at the words. My annoyance simmers, but something inside of me knows he won’t be like Jack at all. I’ve always been good at reading people and Liam seems like he might actually be the opposite of what I thought he was.

I whisper my name back at him in greeting before reaching out and shanking his hand.

Something golden, like a thread, weaves between us as our skin touches for the first time. Intertwining around the space between our rib cages that has me gasping. It’s familiar, yet frightening. It’s something fragile, but I know it’ll somehow be something glorious. If I let myself curl into it. If I trust it. Trust him.

As I appraise Liam Mairi, I know, deep in the marrow of my bones, that I can trust him. That maybe, just maybe, he’ll become something more. He might be my everything. If I let him.

And that’s the most terrifying thing of all.

As if I’m rising out of water, after drowning for so long and seeking oxygen, I surface from the memories. They fade away with the tide, blinking from existence, as I feel my breath steady me.

Blinking my eyes open, I find Imogen moving back from me. With a quirk of my brow, I stare up at her eyes now brimming with unshed tears.

Why is she crying?

“Imogen?” My voice cracks, roughly, as if I’ve been screaming for hours.

Glancing around, we’re sitting on the stone ground of the courtyard. An arch protects us from the rain. The clouds are dark and ominous above, but I don’t remember coming out here. Weren’t we just having dinner in the dining hall?

Furrowing my brows, I purse my lips. How did we end up here?

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

I whirl to look at Imogen. “What for?”

That’s when I notice the skin of my cheeks are damp. Touching them, I quickly wipe them with my sleeve. Must’ve been from the rain.

“Can we go back inside? It’s cold.”

Imogen is still staring at me as she helps me from the ground. My muscles ache and pinch as if I were sitting for a long time. Strange.

I stretch my limbs and stare up at the dark clouds. “Hopefully we didn’t miss dinner.”

The last thing I remember was heading to the dining hall with Violet. How did I get here without her?

Imogen is silent as she watches me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

She hesitates. “Nothing. Let’s go back-“

“There you are!”

We both turn to find Violet and Xaden heading towards us. Concern is painted across their faces as they approach.

“Are you alright?” Violet asks, stepping towards me.

I tilt my head. “Yeah, I’m fine, why?”

Imogen flinches in my peripheral, catching Xaden’s eye. He narrows his gaze on her as Violet continues to fret over me.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been there for you. I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone in this. You never will be.”

I furrow my brows, staring at her. “What are you talking about, Vi? Weren’t we heading to dinner?”

She freezes. Suddenly the quiet is stifling as everyone shifts their focus to Imogen.

“What did you do?” Violet asks, her voice piercing.

Imogen stares at the ground, her eyes brimming with tears again. She doesn’t respond.

Xaden’s dark eyes are heavy on me as he steps closer. He whispers my name like I’m a startled animal and it sets my nerves on edge.

Why is everyone being so cryptic and dramatic?

Violet is the one who steps in front of him, taking my hands in hers. “Do you know who Liam Mairi is?”

At the sound of the name, something strange happens. An echo of something deep inside of me leaves me aching and wanting. I search for what it is that has me feeling this way, but I’m left empty. As if a part of me is missing. As if I’ve been cut up and left to figure out how to pull myself back together again. All I can feel are the ashes of something that used to be there and I can’t understand what it was.

“Who’s Liam?”

Weaver of Fate

[bodhiscurls]

secrets at sunrise. ( bodhi durran )

where the squads finally uncover you and bodhi's relationship and imogen collects her earnings from their bet.

pairing: bodhi durran x fem reader (no use of yn)

themes: fluff fluff fluff

it's the early hours of morning when you silently escape your sleeping lover, careful not to wake him. your barefeet hit the cool floor with a gentle thud as you slip on a robe, tie it at your waist and make it down the stairs of riorson house ever so softly.

the breeze flies through the hallways and bites at your skin till you've made it to the kitchen, a blissful sigh of relief escaping your dry lips at the feel of hot water steeping into your tea. the mug is so warm, like a hug welcoming you home and you almost moan in delight at it.

it's been peaceful these last few days. no talk of war, venin and everything evil in between. it's been hard but alliances have been set in stone, protection wards enclose you guys in safety and for what feels like forever, you can finally find it in you to breathe longer than a moment. you take your time, savouring this feeling and grateful to have made it as far as you have with those you love.

your heart beat is gentle as it pitter patters in your chest; a light drum in your ears as you hum into the tea. the fragrant lemon balm wrapping around you in the air in familiarity, soothing you as the sunlight makes a greater appearance. the sky's still a soft blush of orange merging to a crisp baby blue when you feel skin on yours again.

"mornin'" the tyrrish drawl drops lazy kisses on to the side of your neck. the sleep still evident in his slower movements as his lips hover over your bare skin for longer than he needs to, or maybe he just likes taking his time with you.

you lower the mug to the kitchen counter and turn in his embrace, his hands immediately holding you at your waist firm and ready. "good morning," you return with a soft lingering kiss to his lips before pulling back, its a single split second before he chases after yours again. it's so easy how you can so lost in him so quickly. your hands find his bare chest and you still, opening your eyes and soaking up the years of hard earned tan muscles and you run your fingers along his chest.

bodhi durran stands there proud, basking in your full attention as he stares down at you lovingly. his relic free hand moves from your waist and finds your jaw before locking your lips in another sweet kiss.

"it is a good morning isn't it," he muses in the little gaps of air between your bodies and hearts laid bear.

you're about to return with a gentle tease before a throat clears itself and you freeze.

"i fucking knew it," ridoc all but yells, sawyer beside him wincing at the volume at such an early hour but reluctantly pulls a few coins spare from his pockets and tosses them his way sourly. the noise is enough to draw attention from garrick, imogen and even violet who now stand at the kitchen door, two jaws hanging open before theyre reaching into their own pockets and handing imogen coins instead.

"you guys are too obvious," she grins, counting the change she's collected.

"when the heck did you all get here?" you frown, drawing all their attention back to you still in bodhi's embrace. "what are you guys all betting on?" and imogen cackles loud at your innocent question.

"oh honey, we been here the whole time" sawyer giggles at the same time as imogen mutters, "you gotta be real insane to think these two aren't together," she rolls her eyes at a grumbling violet. her pink hair is blinding, freshly dyed and she looks stunning , you think.

"oh, we uh," you begin to stutter profusely, hands shaking in nervousness. you always were the quiet one of your squad; ridoc and violet usually lived loud enough that you never had to worry about being part of the noise, settling into the back with quiet strategic practise was just what you did. its how you drew the attention of stoic and poised bodhi durran who never really cared much for extrovertedness himself. he understood you in the smaller moments, loved you because of it and now he can feel you're overthinking this. you're way deep in your head he can feel you pulling away. yet, he holds you firm, caressing your arm gently; letting you know he's right behind you.

"oh come on," imogen complains, "we're not stupid, he's literally shirtless behind you," and bodhi sends her a deathening glare that she withers away for a single second. he repositions himself, pressing you firm against him that youre covering most of his naked torso from the view of his wicked friends.

"no, i'm not," he shrugs lazily with indifference and the gasps that precede are outrageous. he feels you shrinking in his embrace and pulls you closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to your earlobe.

"then what the fuck is that?" ridoc cries, and as if that wasn't obvious enough he points in the direction of the faint bruises and love bites that litter the length of your neck.

"i guess i just bumped into something," you mumble, sipping your lukewarm tea, hoping that it does something to rest the nerves building up inside of you. of course your slow gentle morning has been interrupted by the burning questions of your friends.

"yeah something six foot something with legs for days," sawyer laughs and you bite your lip, hiding the smile.

"we just haven't put a label on things yet," you turn bashful and look up to bodhi who presses a firm kiss to your forehead.

"but she's mine," he swears to your family and you melt in his hold, leaning into his embrace when he sways the two of you. "and that's all that should matter so stop harrassing my girlfriend," he juts his brows at each one of them menacingly. they nod slowly, smiles spread onto their faces at the sight of their friends in such bliss and peace.

"girlfriend?" you ask in the midst of the loud "awhs" and cooing that fill the kitchen air.

"yeah," he whispers into your skin, "do you like it?"

"i love it," you take his hands in your own and he squeezes them in reassurance.

they eat, they laugh, they sneak occassional glances at you and bodhi who are too loved up in each others embrace to notice the wandering eyes and ignoring the inquisitive questions that follow until a faint "what the fuck is everyone doing awake so early?" chimes at the door.

xaden riorson stands tall in the hallway as violet makes her way, tucking into his side like the final puzzle piecing creating a whole picture. he softens at the sight of you and bodhi in return, sending a nod of approval and comfort to the two of you.

"did you all not know?" he laughs and bodhi's rumble vibrates down your spine.

you could get used to more mornings like this.

note: been a minute since i wrote for my man ‼️‼️‼️ going back to my roots with this once

[simplyyspring]

Jealousy

Imogen Cardulo x fem!reader

Summary: You get jealous when Imogen and Garrick are spending more time together. Imogen later finds you and you finally discuss what has been happening between the two of you

Warnings/tags: Angst? I guess? Mainly fluff. Reader is down bad for this woman (just like me fr). Technically no indication of reader's gender besides the slight implication that they're not a man, however, they are a woman in my head. No use of pronouns though!

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I have been trying to write an Imogen fic for like an entire week and I finally did something I liked. Happy birthday to me, Imogen Cardulo is gay 🥳. Hope y'all like it because I was praying for this woman to be a raging lesbian the second we met her in Fourth Wing (and was obviously very disappointed).

fourth wing masterlist

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Ridoc swung out, and you quickly dodged his strike, pushing his arm outward before lunging for his waist. The boy let out a laugh as you attempted to bring him to the ground. His core was stronger than yours—as you could tell by his sculpted abs, but you hadn't exactly thought that through. He dug his elbow into your side, causing you to hiss before shoving him away from you. Another laugh escaped his lips in response. He was playing with you.

"You're not gonna be able to take someone bigger than you down like that. Try something else." He raised a brow as he took on his stance again. 

You'd known that, you had done plenty of sparring sessions with cadets larger than you—men larger than you. But you had been distracted and made the mistake of acting on impulse, and it annoyed you that a first year was correcting you. You muttered a vulgar response, shaking off the ache in your side before raising your fists to frame your face.

The two of you danced around one another, both attempting strikes, but both managed to dodge all of them. Neither of you were trying to hurt the other; it was a simple training session. You were okay with dancing around the mat for now, but eventually, someone would have to make a move for the win.

As Ridoc readied a swing for your jaw, you heard an all-too-familiar laugh from across the gym. Your head snapped in the direction of the beautiful sound, your focus now locked on the pink-haired girl talking to Garrick with a smirk. That same smirk was on his lips. Before the jealousy could arise, you felt a fist connect with your jaw. You hissed in pain, and before you knew it, your legs were swept out from under you, and Ridoc had you pinned to the mat. You let out a huff of annoyance as your gaze found him again, a triumphant grin playing on his lips.

"If a pretty man distracts you that much, then I hate to break it to you, sweets, but you're not gonna make it in this quadrant." His tone was teasing, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. Pretty man? You furrowed your brows for a moment. 

OH! He thought you were staring at Garrick. The idea almost caused you to let out a laugh, but you managed to school your features and gave him a glare. Ridoc laughed in response before standing and holding a hand out to help you up. You took it, allowing him to tug you to your feet. 

You spared another glance in Imogen's direction, but she was deep in conversation with Garrick and Bodhi. Had those stolen moments meant nothing to her? You were well aware of her previous—or current?—crush on Garrick. It hadn't bothered you until now. But seeing them together, looking at each other like that, sent something green and disgusting coursing through your veins. The two of you had only kissed, and yet you couldn't shake the feeling from your body.

Imogen's eyes locked with yours and she gave a small smile. You didn't return it as you gathered your things and made your way to exit the sparring gym.

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You sat on your bed, attempting to focus on the books sprawled across it. You had been studying for an hour, if you could call staring at the pages studying. It was impossible to focus when your mind was elsewhere.

Her laugh echoed through your mind, then that smile flashed, and the look she gave Garrick. You refused to admit to yourself that you were jealous of Garrick Tavis, but it was evident nonetheless. 

A knock sounded at the door.

Your brow furrowed, and your head shot up at the sound, coming out of your trance. You hadn't been expecting anyone, and your study sessions were typically only interrupted by emergencies. What could have possibly happened now?

Setting the book in your hands on the bedside table, you stood from the bed and strode over to the door. Opening it, you revealed the pink-haired-pale-green-eyed girl that you couldn't get out of your head. 

"Hey, Ims." A small smile spread to your lips. "I wasn't expecting you." You reached out a hand and she took it, a spark spreading from your fingertips to the rest of your body before you gently pulled her through your warded doorway.

"I haven't seen you much today… wanted to make sure you were okay." Imogen's gaze fell on the books scattered across your bed. "Studying?" She raised a brow as she glanced back up at you.

You let out a soft hum in response. "Trying to." You let out a sigh, plopping onto the foot of your bed. You could feel her green eyes tracking your movements.

Imogen claimed the seat beside your desk like usual, leaning back in it. She'd been in your room countless times, and countless times you had to ignore the path that your thoughts wanted to stumble down oh so badly. The two of you had never taken it that far, and after today, you doubted you ever would.

"Are you okay?" Her tone was soft, something most people didn't hear from her. She was often intense and intimidating to others. You hardly viewed her that way anymore.

"Yes, I'm okay." You gave her a nod, hoping she wouldn't see through the facade. She had the excellent skill of being able to read people—sometimes even better than Xaden. You suppose that was who she'd learned it from.

The other girl raised a brow, likely debating whether or not to pry. On one hand, she knew you'd open up to her when you were ready. On the other, she wanted to make sure you were okay. It wasn't often that she cared so deeply about somebody.

"I could use some help studying. I could help you as well." She nodded toward the books on your bed. 

"Why don't you ask Garrick? He seems to be your go-to now." You'd said it before you could stop yourself—before you could give it a second thought. You watched as both her eyebrows shot up momentarily, and you knew then that you'd given yourself away.

"Jealous, are we?" Her tone was teasing, but a hint of curiosity shone in her eyes.

You looked away from her. Of course you were jealous. How could you not have been? One second, the two of you were lounging in one of your rooms, talking about your deepest, darkest secrets and exchanging kisses as if they were secrets themselves; the next, she was giggling and giving Garrick—of all people—that look.

"Nothing is happening with Garrick." Imogen shook her head, her voice much softer now. It was the tone she often used when comforting you—the tone that let you know she wouldn't judge you.

You raised a brow, your gaze falling on her once again. You knew she had a crush on him since the beginning of time; how could nothing be happening between them? You always figured that, eventually, he'd finally confess to being in love with her, and she'd drop everything and run into his arms. When you didn't say anything in response, Imogen took the opportunity to continue explaining herself.

"For one, he's not interested. He's had a thing with someone else for a while now, and for once, Garrick seems to be serious about them." A small laugh escaped the girl's lips, and you allowed a soft scoff of amusement to escape yours as well. "And two, there's only one person I'm interested in." She stood from the chair and sauntered toward you, eventually stopping just before she touched your knees, and she moved her hand to tilt your chin toward her with her index finger. "And it's definitely not him."

Your brows knit together in confusion. How could you have read it so wrong? What had you missed? How many signs had there been? When had she fully given up on—

"Stop overthinking." Her voice was even softer now, almost a whisper. "I want you. I was going to tell you, but I couldn't find the time. I want you and only you, and gods, does it terrify me." Your face softened as your gaze took her in—those beautiful eyes, the small scars that decorated her face. A pink tinge had found its way onto the girl's cheeks, which was something you'd yet to see from her.

"I want you too." Your voice came out quieter than you'd expected, like you couldn't believe you were admitting it. You had only admitted it to yourself a few times but never to anyone else.

A grin spread across Imogen's face as she gently cupped her hands around your jaw, studying you as if she didn't already know the majority of your secrets—as if she wanted to know more. 

Before anything else could be said, her lips were pressed against yours. You melted against her, a soft hum falling from your mouth and into hers as your hands found purchase on her hips. 

A soft sound of pleasure fell from your lips when her tongue slid between them, beginning to caress your own. Imogen kept one hand against your jaw, moving to bury the other in your hair as the two of you fought for dominance for what felt like an eternity. Sparks—no, fireworks—were igniting in your stomach, only encouraging you to tug her closer. A soft laugh fell from her lips in response. 

When Imogen pulled away, you let out a soft whine of protest. It was as if the greatest feeling in the world had been snatched from you. You'd give anything to have it back. 

"I know," She mumbled quietly, resting her forehead against yours. She took in a long, slow breath, giving you the sense that you should prepare yourself for whatever would be said next. "Xaden wants me on the supply drop tonight, I can't stay."

You groaned, tilting your head back in slight annoyance. Of course Xaden Riorson would ruin this night for you. The other girl let out a soft hum in reply,  tucking your hair behind your ear. 

"I'll be back before you know it." She pressed another kiss to your lips, less intense this time. "And then we can pick up where we left off." A smug grin formed on her face as she scanned your face for a reaction. Your cheeks heated, no doubt turning pink, but you didn't bother to hide it as you nodded in agreement. 

"If you die, Riorson will be moved to the top of my kill list," You deadpanned.

Imogen's eyebrows shot up as amusement washed over her features. "I'll be sure to tell him you said that." She pecked your lips once more before backing away. "I should go before I convince myself that Xaden's wrath is worth staying behind for." She let out a soft chuckle.

"You can wake me when you get back," You said softly. You'd meant it. You had told her similar things before, but she never took the offer. Maybe this time would be different. 

She nodded, but you couldn't tell if it was in genuine agreement. You hoped it was. Before you could convince her—or she could convince herself—to stay, she quietly opened the door and stepped out, giving a soft smile as she shut the door. 

You let out a sigh as you fell back on your bed, bouncing slightly from the impact. You were so fucked.

[nickeverdeen]

Being in a secret relationship with the Iron Flame characters

Violet Sorrengail

Violet would use her knowledge of military encryption to send you secret messages

She'd quietly observe you during meetings, taking mental notes to discuss later in private

Violet would carry a small keepsake from you, like a token or a ring hidden under her clothing

She’d give you intense, meaningful glances across the room that only you understand

Violet would arrange to train with you often, using it as a cover for spending more time together

She’d compliment you in ways that others would take as friendly, but you’d know they mean more

Violet would sneak into your quarters at night just to check in or share a quiet moment

She’d use your relationship to subtly guide strategic decisions, always keeping your safety in mind

You’d keep a shared journal, hidden in a secret place, where you write to each other

She’d give you wordless support during stressful times, like a squeeze of your hand

Violet would be meticulous about planning your encounters, ensuring no one notices the patterns

She’d give you a small talisman for protection, something with deep personal meaning

You’d meet in secluded areas and communicate in whispers, making sure no one overhears

Violet would mark her territory subtly

She’d constantly strategize about how to eventually reveal your relationship safely

Mira Sorrengail

Mira would struggle with the secrecy due to her family’s expectations but would find ways to prioritize you

She’d secretly arrange for extra protection around you during dangerous missions

Mira would leave letters for you in hidden locations, making it seem like military orders

She’d ensure you receive special treatment in small, unnoticeable ways

In public, she'd be overtly caring in a way that seems sisterly to others but is much more to you

Mira would meet with you in secluded spots like supply closets or unused rooms

She’d secretly pull strings to ensure your career advances alongside hers

Mira would invent code words for different aspects of your relationship that you could use in public

She’d have others watch out for you under the guise of their duties

Her compliments would sound casual to others but would have deep meaning for you

Mira would offer silent support during tough times by simply being there when you need her

She’d make the most of every stolen moment, cherishing them deeply

Mira would navigate social situations carefully, ensuring no one suspects anything

She’d play the role of your superior and your partner seamlessly, never letting on

Mira would dream of a day when you can be open about your relationship, planning every detail

Brennan Sorrengail

Brennan would send you letters under the guise of official military correspondence

He’d create a system of symbols only you two understand, leaving them in places for you to find

Brennan would be overly protective in battles or dangerous situations, without drawing too much attention

He’d insist on training together often, using it as an excuse to spend more time with you

Brennan would keep a small, personal item of yours as a reminder of your relationship

He’d find ways to touch you covertly, like brushing your hand or arm in passing

Brennan would discuss battle strategies with you privately, ensuring you’re always one step ahead

His compliments would be veiled, understood only by you as something more personal

He’d create moments of quiet intimacy during times of chaos, grounding you both

Brennan would take you on private walks away from others, just to spend time with you

He’d watch over you with a protective gaze, ensuring your safety without being overt

You’d share secrets that no one else knows, deepening your bond

Brennan would develop a system of silent communication with you, like hand signals

He’d visit your quarters at night, just to be close to you without others knowing

Brennan would talk about his hopes for the future when you no longer have to hide

Aaric Graycastle

Aaric would arrange your secret meetings to coincide with official business, ensuring no one gets suspicious

He’d adopt an overprotective stance, especially during combat, ensuring you’re safe

Aaric would use military codes to send you private, affectionate messages

He’d express affection in small, hidden ways, like a squeeze on the shoulder or a knowing glance

Your serious discussions would be disguised as strategy meetings, keeping your relationship under wraps

Aaric would be stealthy with his gestures, ensuring that only you catch them

He’d arrange private training sessions to spend more time with you, under the guise of preparation

Aaric would leave secret gifts for you to find, always something meaningful

He’d carefully plan your missions, ensuring your safety at all costs

Aaric would watch over you subtly, ensuring no harm comes your way without making it obvious

He’d coordinate your interactions carefully, ensuring no one suspects your closeness

Aaric would give you a personal symbol of his affection, something small yet significant

In public, he’d be overtly formal, ensuring no one suspects your relationship

Aaric would offer quiet support during tough times, being there for you without saying much

He’d make promises for the future, when you can be open about your relationship without fear

Xaden Riorson

Xaden would embrace the secrecy, seeing it as a form of rebellion against the establishment

He’d find the most obscure, hidden places to meet, enjoying the thrill of the secrecy

Xaden would subtly tease you in public, his way of showing affection without revealing too much

He’d take protective actions that seem normal to others, but you know they’re for you

Xaden would invent secret symbols only the two of you understand, leaving them as messages

He’d take risks just to be with you, pushing the boundaries of what’s safe

His glances would be intense and meaningful, full of unspoken words only you understand

Xaden would flash mischievous smiles at you during tense moments, keeping the mood light

He’d show hidden affection, like brushing your hair back or squeezing your hand quickly

Xaden would plan missions around your safety, ensuring you’re always out of harm’s way

His attitude would be defiantly protective, daring anyone to question his actions

You’d share secrets that no one else knows, deepening your bond and trust

He’d visit you at night, just to be close without anyone knowing

Xaden would steal dangerous, thrilling kisses when no one’s looking, enjoying the risk

He’d talk about how your relationship is a rebellion against everything wrong with their world

Rhiannon Matthias

Rhiannon would be playful in public, teasing you lightly to keep suspicions at bay

She’d leave secret notes for you to find, hidden in places only you’d think to look

Rhiannon would find hidden spots for your meetings, like quiet corners or secluded gardens

She’d show affection in stealthy ways, like a brief touch on your arm or a quick hug

Rhiannon would carefully plan your time together, ensuring you’re not caught

Her glances would be playful and full of affection, something only you would understand

Rhiannon would have strong protective instincts, ensuring you’re safe without being obvious

She’d make sure to share a laugh with you during tense moments, easing the stress

Rhiannon would have hidden gestures, like a wink or a nod, that only you understand

She’d give you gifts disguised as something mundane, but with a hidden meaning

Rhiannon would create private jokes between you, things that only make sense to the two of you

She’d make covert plans for your future, discussing them in code

Rhiannon would be subtly protective, always looking out for you without drawing attention

She’d disguise her affection with cheerfulness, making it seem like nothing more than friendship

Rhiannon would dream about a future where you can be openly together, sharing those dreams with you

Sawyer Henrick

Sawyer would give you cheeky compliments in public that seem innocent to others but are meaningful to you

He’d engage in witty banter with you, using it as a cover for deeper affection

Sawyer would find playful ways to touch you, like ruffling your hair or poking your side

He’d develop a system of secret signals, like hand gestures or winks, to communicate in public

Sawyer would leave hidden notes for you in places only you’d think to check

He’d steal quick kisses in places where no one else can see, enjoying the thrill

Sawyer would make sure to share a laugh with you during stressful situations, keeping things light

He’d come up with secret nicknames for you, using them only when you’re alone

Sawyer would play light-hearted pranks on you, making sure you’re always smiling

He’d arrange covert meetings in unexpected places, keeping things exciting

Sawyer would disguise his affection as friendship in public, making sure no one suspects a thing

He’d use humor to protect you from stress, always finding a way to make you smile

Sawyer would have private conversations with you in crowded places, knowing no one’s paying attention

He’d take you on exciting, secret adventures, keeping your relationship dynamic

Sawyer would talk about all the mischief you’ll get into together in the future, once you don’t have to hide anymore

Jesinia

Jesinia would arrange secret rendezvous in the library, using it as an excuse to spend time with you

She’d engage you in deep, intellectual conversations, knowing it’s a safe way to connect

Jesinia would show affection in subtle ways, like brushing against you in passing

She’d offer covert support during tough times, ensuring you feel her presence without anyone knowing

Jesinia would write private letters to you, filled with her deepest thoughts and feelings

She’d develop secret codes that you can use to communicate in public

Jesinia would give you thoughtful gifts, disguised as ordinary items to avoid suspicion

She’d take you on quiet walks in secluded areas, just to enjoy your company

Jesinia would share books with you, marking the pages with notes only you’d understand

She’d develop protective strategies, ensuring your safety without drawing attention

Jesinia would show covert affection, like a soft smile or a quick glance

Jesinia would leave hidden messages in books or notes, always thinking of ways to stay connected

She’d create private moments in public places, ensuring your relationship remains hidden

Jesinia would make plans for the future, dreaming of a time when you can be together openly

Imogen

Imogen would keep a protective distance in public, ensuring no one suspects your closeness

She’d show subtle affection, like a brief touch on your arm or a quick smile

Imogen would insist on private training sessions, using them as an excuse to be alone with you

She’d offer strategic support, ensuring your success without drawing attention

Imogen would have quiet gestures, like a nod or a wink, to show her affection in public

She’d arrange hidden meetings in obscure places, ensuring your privacy

Imogen would share secrets with you, deepening your bond without anyone knowing

She’d take protective actions that seem normal to others, but you know they’re for you

Imogen would show strategic affection, ensuring no one suspects your relationship

She’d have private conversations with you in public, knowing no one’s paying attention

Imogen would leave hidden notes for you to find, always thinking of ways to stay connected

She’d make covert plans for your future, discussing them in code

Imogen would have protective gestures, like shielding you from harm without making it obvious

She’d offer quiet support during tough times, being there for you without saying much

Imogen would dream about a future where you can be openly together, sharing those dreams with you

Sloane Mairi

Sloane would want secret training sessions, using them as a cover for spending time together

She’d leave hidden messages for you in places only you’d think to look

Sloane would have strong protective instincts, ensuring you’re safe without being overt

She’d share secrets that no one else knows, deepening your bond

Sloane would offer quiet support during tough times

She’d have hidden gestures, like a nod or a wink, to show her affection in public

Sloane would take you on private walks away from others, just to spend time with you

She’d disguise your meetings as routine tasks or training sessions, blending in with your normal activities

Sloane would form strategic alliances to ensure your safety and success, without anyone knowing the true reason

She’d develop a system of covert communication, like hand signals or code words

Sloane would carefully plan your time together, making sure there are no risks of being caught

She’d create a system of symbols only you two understand, leaving them in places for you to find

Sloane would show affection in stealthy ways, like a brief touch on your arm or a quick hug

She’d make sure to share a laugh with you during tense moments, easing the stress

Sloane would dream of a day when you can be open about your relationship, planning every detail

[fireheartpages]

time of my life | b.d.

bodhi durran x reader

masterlist

notes: my brain does things on its own sometimes and i don’t know when to shut the fuck up most of the time, and i have not been able to stop thinking about this little work i made. so although i said it would only be five parts, ive officially made a multi-part, multi-chapter fic because i don’t know when to stop! the series name and every part name is taken from a song off of the dirty dancing soundtrack.

part one & two cover fourth wing, part three & four cover iron flame. tried to keep them all even in length, or as close to it as i could. each part can be read as a stand alone series, but i do recommend reading all in chronological order!

warnings: warnings will be listed at the top of every chapter in the notes. here’s a compiled list of warnings for the whole series as an over view: feminine reader using she/her pronouns, she also has a nickname (dirty dancing inspired stolen) and a last name for continuity purposes, canon-typical violence, mentions of death, allusions to suicide, character death, reader has psoriasis (if rebecca yarros can put her chronic illness in her story so can i), severe daddy issues leading to issues with self worth. i make up a lot of stuff about the empyrean universe as well and do my best writing while tipsy so

last updated: jan 7, ‘25

part one: say you’ll be my darlin’?

other plans

terrible idea

enough

free falling

survived

part two: big girls don’t cry

never planned on

interlude under revision

part three: the magic between you and i

part four: she’s taken my heart

[lowytavis]

But you're not Xaden - Bodhi Durran x Reader

Warning - love confessions

____

"But you’re not Xaden, and I don’t want you to be fucking Xaden, Bodhi! Why don’t you get that?" she screamed, her voice raw with frustration.

Then, before I could even open my mouth to respond, she slammed the door in my face.

The sharp bang echoed down the empty hallway, leaving me standing there, fists clenched, jaw tight.

My arms were trembling—with anger, frustration, and grief.

“Please, open the door, Y/N,” I pleaded, my voice raw with emotion. But nothing.

No response.

I waited another ten minutes in front of her door, clinging to the desperate hope that she would change her mind.

But nothing happened. No footsteps, no muffled sobs—just silence.

“What are you doing here?” Xaden’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

He was walking down the hallway, Violet tucked securely in his arms.

The sight of them made my anger flare up instantly.

“Why the fuck do you care Xaden? Not everyone can be as fucking perfect as you are.” I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended.

Without wasting another second, I turned on my heel and stormed into my own room, slamming the door shut behind me.

____

(YN POV)

I muffled my own silent cries. Bodhi didn’t need to hear them, and I was certain—100% sure—that he was still outside my room.

A few minutes ago, I heard his desperate pleas, begging me to open the door.

But now? Silence.

Until suddenly, his voice erupted again—but not directed at me.

He was yelling at someone else. Xaden. Great.

Exactly the person who started this whole mess. Well, not on purpose, but still.

Bodhi just didn’t get it. He didn’t need to be like Xaden. Hell, I didn’t want him to be like Xaden.

But that didn’t stop him from trying.

Not once, since we started dating a few weeks ago, had he just been himself.

Before all of this, before us, he was Bodhi.

But now? Now, he wasn’t Bodhi Durran anymore. He was acting like a fucking Riorson.

And it was driving me insane.

From the other side of the door, I heard Bodhi’s voice, sharp with frustration. “Why the fuck do you care, Xaden? Not everyone can be as fucking perfect as you are!”

Then—frantic footsteps. Fading. Leaving.

I let out a sob, loud and unrestrained, no longer caring if anyone heard.

A soft knock followed.

I hesitated, then pulled the door open—only to be met with a confused-looking Xaden and a frowning Violet.

"Hi," I choked out, stepping aside to let both of them in.

Violet gave me a concerned look as she walked in, her voice soft.

"What’s going on, Y/N? I thought you and Bodhi were almost... boyfriend-girlfriend official?"

She muttered the last part hesitantly, like she wasn’t sure if she should say it out loud.

Xaden, on the other hand, just frowned in confusion, dropping into my armchair without a word.

"I thought so too," I sobbed, wiping at my face. My gaze flickered to Xaden. "But your cousin—he’s trying too hard to be a Riorson. To be you. When all I want is Bodhi."

Xaden let out a short, amused chuckle. "He what?"

I exhaled shakily, frustrated beyond words. "He tries to act like you. It’s our fifth date, and things were getting pretty serious, Xaden. But he keeps ruining it by doing shit you would do. Not what he would do. You and Bodhi are polar opposites, but he just—" My voice cracked, and I shook my head. "He doesn’t seem to understand that he is enough."

Another sob escaped my lips before I could stop it.

Violet wrapped her arms around me, holding me in a gentle embrace.

Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. "Is there anything we can do? Anything I can do?"

I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"No... but thank you for stopping by."

I hesitated, my fingers gripping the hem of my sleeve.

"Also—please don’t tell Bodhi anything. I... we’ll see how—if—this turns out."

Violet exchanged a glance with Xaden, but she just nodded, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

____

Breakfast was awkward.

Uncomfortably so.

Usually, we all sat together—Xaden and Violet, Dain and Sloane, Ridoc with one of his flings, Sawyer third-wheeling him, Rhiannon and Tara.

And then there was always Bodhi and me. Snuggled up together, even before we were dating. Because we were best friends.

But now? The dynamic had shifted. Bodhi sat at another table with Garrick and Imogen, his back turned to me.

It felt wrong.

Like something had cracked in a place I didn’t know could break.

I must’ve looked lost because Sawyer tapped my side, snapping me out of it.

"Hey, Y/N, scoot down here," he said, smiling knowingly.

I swallowed hard and slid down next to him, murmuring a quiet "Thanks."

Tears pricked at my eyes, threatening to spill.

"Try to hold them in, love," Sawyer muttered, nudging me gently.

His voice was warm, kind. One of the kindest souls I knew—along with Bodhi. And that thought alone nearly broke me.

I stabbed my fork into my food, but I hadn’t taken a single bite. Hadn’t even tried. My stomach was in knots, and I knew—if I did eat—I wouldn’t be able to keep it down.

Bodhis POV

I felt her before I even saw her. The air shifted, thick with the weight of her presence, and it took me a long while to muster the courage to actually look at her.

She slumped in her seat. Not in her usual spot. But then again, neither was I. She sat next to Sawyer, who nudged her lightly. J

ealousy pricked at me, but I quickly reminded myself that she wasn’t mine. Sadly.

She slammed her fork into her food with a sharp *clink*, but didn’t take a single bite.

*Cuir,* I called through our bond, my voice low. *Tell Clover to tell Y/N she must eat.*

*Very well,* Cuir responded. His tone made my skin crawl with a mix of annoyance and something deeper I couldn’t place.

But I didn’t have time to argue with him as the rest of my table began standing up, preparing to leave.

I glanced at Y/N one last time, unable to stop myself.

Our eyes locked for a brief moment.

She held the fork in her hand, but then slowly, painfully, placed it in her mouth. She forced a smile, but the tears welling in her eyes—those were impossible to hide.

And it broke me. 

"Can we talk?" Y/N mumbled from behind me, her voice barely audible.

I was already preparing for the sparring match with Xaden, mentally focusing, tightening my grip on the moment.

''No,'' I said sternly, pulling my shirt off and stepping onto the mat. I didn't look back. I couldn't.

Xaden and I squared off, the fight beginning with each of us pushing and pulling, testing each other's limits.

My movements were sharp, but my mind kept drifting. Every punch, every block, felt empty—like I was trying to fight off something that wasn’t even in the ring with me. 

I could feel the adrenaline coursing through me as I squared off with Xaden.

The mat beneath my feet was slick with sweat, and my muscles were already burning from the intensity of the fight, but I refused to back down.

This wasn’t about winning; it was about control—something I had to find, especially with everything else falling apart.

Xaden moved first, a blur of motion. He swung high, testing my defense. I blocked, stepping back, trying to predict his next move. He was faster than I expected, more fluid than anyone I’d ever sparred with. But I wasn’t going to let him get the better of me.

I jabbed toward his ribs, but he anticipated it, dodging to the side with a grin that was almost too knowing. Damn him, I thought. He was always so composed, like he knew exactly how to push me without breaking a sweat.

I lunged again, this time more aggressively, swinging for his head. He blocked easily, the force of his arm knocking me off balance. My heart hammered in my chest as I stumbled back, trying to regain my footing.

"You need to focus, Bodhi," Xaden's voice came low, taunting. I gritted my teeth, anger flaring inside me.

He was right. My mind wasn’t on the fight. It was on everything else—the mess with Y/N, the tension building between us, the way I couldn’t seem to do anything right lately.

Xaden’s next strike came without warning—a quick jab to my stomach, knocking the air out of me.

I wheezed, vision blurring for a second as I gasped for breath. He pressed the advantage, stepping closer, pushing me into a corner. I tried to push back, but it felt like my body was betraying me. He was everywhere, his fists like lightning, his movements a step ahead of mine every time.

I barely saw it coming. A punch straight to my jaw, hard enough to snap my head back.

Everything around me spun, and before I could even react, I felt the world tilt. The impact from the punch rattled my skull, and in that split second, I was completely out of control. My knees buckled, and I felt the floor rush up to meet me. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

The last thing I saw was Xaden's face, a flicker of concern mixed with something else—something I couldn’t place—before everything went black.

(YN POV)

I saw Xaden’s punch coming before Bodhi even had time to react, and I swear, I could feel it in my own chest when it landed. Bodhi stumbled, took a step back, then another. And then, he fell.

I didn’t think. I just moved.

I jumped up from where I had been sitting on the nearby mat and rushed over to him, my heart pounding in my throat.

Dropping to my knees beside him, I gently lifted his face, my hands trembling.

“Bodhi... Bodhi, Bodhi...” I muttered, my voice breaking with every word.

His eyes were unfocused, and his breathing was shallow. Panic surged through me, my fingers brushing against his skin, searching for any sign of life.

Xaden's hands were suddenly on me, pulling me away. His grip was firm, but careful, as he lifted me up by my arm.

“He’ll be alright, Y/N,” Xaden said, his voice oddly calm in the chaos of the moment. “A concussion, maybe. Let’s get him to his room.”

But even as he said the words, I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me, the uncertainty clouding my mind.

____

I had been sitting beside Bodhi’s bed for what felt like hours. Two hours, to be exact.

The rain outside had started pouring, the sound of it slapping against the window oddly soothing, calming me down.

Sitting here, next to him, felt like the only thing that could ground me right now. No matter the circumstances, he always felt like home.

I gently swiped a damp cloth over his forehead, carefully wiping away the last traces of blood, my hand trembling slightly.

He stirred then, a soft groan escaping his lips.

“Bodhi, carefully,” I mumbled softly, pressing him back down into the pillow.

“Y/N…” His voice was low, raspy, like he was waking from a dream, eyes wide and unfocused.

“Careful, Bod. You’ve got a concussion. Xaden got you pretty good.” I chuckled lightly, wiping his cheeks gently with the cloth.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he murmured, his voice still thick with exhaustion.

“Always will,” I whispered back, my fingers lingering on his skin.

“I’m sorry I’m not perfect—” I didn’t let him finish.

I leaned closer, cutting him off before the words could leave his mouth.

“Stop, Bodhi. Please.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, my voice shaking.

“You are perfect. You are all I want. And yes, you’re not like Xaden. You’ll never be Xaden, Bodhi. But you are Bodhi Durran. My best friend. The kind one. You’re one of the kindest souls I know, and—”

I took a shaky breath. “God, I love you so fucking much, Bodhi. It hurts me.” 

The words slipped out before I could stop them.

I had confessed my love.

We had never said those words before, never crossed that line, but in that moment, it felt right. It felt fitting.

Bodhi’s eyes widened in shock.

“Say that again.”

I hesitated, feeling the weight of my own confession settling in my chest. But there was no taking it back now.

“I love you, Bodhi Durran,” I choked out, my voice trembling.

Tears didn’t fall, but I could feel them swelling behind my eyes.

“I’ve loved you for years. I think I always will, Bodhi.”

His expression softened, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“I love you too, Y/N. So much. So, so fucking much.”

My heart swelled at his words, a mixture of relief and joy flooding me.

Then, without warning, he pulled me in, his lips capturing mine in a soft, lingering kiss. The world seemed to fade around us, everything that had been heavy and painful just disappearing.

But then he pulled away, a low growl of pain escaping him.

I chuckled softly, pulling back just enough to smile at him.

“We better wait until you’re better to make out.”

“No fucking way.” Bodhi muttered, his eyes filled with mischief.

Before I could react, he pulled me back in, deepening the kiss immediately, ignoring the pain in favor of this moment we’d both been holding back for too long.

[theangelsfall]

Romance Isle- Meet the contestants

Warnings: None

Summary: A first taste of all our contestants.

Authors notes: A first taste of our lovely men and women, I hope you enjoy my take on them.

Aaric Greycastle

Aaric Graycastle, a confident, almost arrogant man, he is used to getting his way back when his name had more sway. He is a stubborn man, ready to play the long game to get what he really wants.

With sandy brown hair and grass green eyes, who wouldn't jump at the chance to spend time with him.

Age: 23

Occupation: Public relations for a political group

Bodhi Durran

Bodhi Durran, a gentle and patient man, Bodhi is ready to go to the mat to protect the ones he cares about. Scandals are this man's middle name, all it takes is one of his signature charming grins and all of that is washed away.

Bodhi had deep brown eyes, that you could drown in and curly black hair that begs to have your fingers tangled in it.

Age: 25

Occupation: Pop star

Brennan Sorrengail

Brennan Sorrengail, a good natured and helpful man, he enjoys solving problems and puzzling over ideas. Being the oldest of the group, he enjoys slower, calmer time. It shows in his physical appearance too, with short cropped auburn hair, streaks of silver already peaking through.

Stoney amber eyes, crows feet and a dimple that pops out when he smiles, who wouldn't swoon at the man.

Age: 30

Occupation: Emergency Medical Technician (EMT)

Dain Aetos

Dain Aetos, a polite rule-abiding man, Dain is a man used to getting what he wants when he wants. Being raised in a military family, he is punctual and can be strict when in a position of leadership.

Deep brown eyes, like fresh tilled soil, short cropped curly brown hair, a course stubble beard that brackets his plush lips. A smile that shows of his boyish side and accentuates the scar on the left side of his jaw that peeks over the stubble.

Age: 25

Occupation: Ex-Army Captain

Garrick Tavis

Garrick Tavis, a duty oriented, driven person, on the outside he is stoic, quiet man. Breaking through his outer shell will show you his softer side, full of good humour, an easy smile and charm.

Pale skin, dark curly hair and hazel eyes, this man is a beauty, with broad shoulders and a hulking frame, its as if a Greek statue has come to life. A scar that runs from his left temple to his jaw, shows off his more wild side.

Age: 26

Occupation: Bodybuilder influencer

Imogen Cardulo

Imogen Cardulo, this pink haired beauty, has vibrant green eyes, like sparkling emeralds. She's a feisty, loyal and mischievous lady, she likes a challenge and enjoys the hunt. Peel back her layers and you'll see her kindness, and the softness she carries for her loved ones.

If scabbed knuckles and bruises were a fashion statement it would be Imogen's, her half shaved pink hair adds to her rebel like fashion.

Age: 25

Occupation: MMA Fighter

Liam Mairi

Liam Mairi, an easy going and loyal man, he's fiercely protective yet always smiling. He's got a grin that could melt even the coldest of hearts, with tan skin and a smattering of sun woken freckles. Having worked on a farm all his life has left him, with strong muscles and calloused hands.

Liam has piercing sky blue eyes, that could capture the very world in his gaze, his perfectly white teeth peek out often of his ever present grin.

Age: 24

Occupation: Farm worker/ Underwear model

Mira Sorrengail

Mira Sorrengail, a woman of unwavering conviction and charming arrogance. The camera's love this women, the paparazzi can't get enough of her, with her windswept short brown hair, and cunning brown eyes. Her loyalty and protective personality comes out when the press starts trying to harrass her little sister Violet, some would say her actions in protecting her family border on the cruel.

Mira is all muscles and heated looks, her dark eyes seem to almost burn with intensity, her lips always curling into a vicious smirk.

Age: 28

Occupation: Actress

Quinn Hollis

Quinn Hollis, is all warm heart warming smiles, cheerful greetings. She's often described as a warm and bubbly woman who can make even the most antisocial person spark up a conversation, her kind and protective personality is always on display around her students, as a primary school art teacher, she always does her best to cheer others up and encourage you to follow what your heart says.

Quinn, has a mass of curly blonde hair that frames her round cheeks perfectly, a blue streak is a hint at her out there personality, her pointy chin and full lips make her a striking beauty. The golden hoops that line her ears speak of the rebel influence of her best friend, Imogen.

Age: 25

Occupation: Art teacher

Rhiannon Matthias

Rhiannon Matthias, is a loyal and compassionate woman, her followers take inspiration in her determined ways, she is always striving forward, always working to be her best. Don't mistake this drive for recklessness, she is always taking rests when her body needs and encourages others to do the same.

Her dark skin is littered with small scars and tattoos, long dark braids hold her hair frame her oval face perfectly. With deep brown eyes that seem to see everything, she is an intense person to be around in the best possible way.

Age: 24

Occupation: Fitness Influencer

Ridoc Gamlyn

Ridoc Gamlyn, the comedy world's heart throb, he is full of sarcastic witty replies and teasing comments. You can't spend anytime with this man without grinning like a fool, his happy go luck attitude often gets him mistaken as just a side character or a push over but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Ridoc is a loyal and protective man, he is absurdly gentle with his friends and loved ones.

Dark fluffy brown hair that bounces with every step is often tousled on his head, this playboy had dark eyes that draw you in as much as his grin. He might be on the shorter side but don't let that fool you, he is a solid body of muscle. If you ask nicely you might even get to see the dragon tattoo that curls around his shoulder to just before his collar bone.

Age: 24

Occupation: Comedian

Sawyer Henrick

Sawyer Henrick, is a cool collected man, he has always been the one to soothe arguments and hurt feelings. He's calm and cool personality betrays the intense passion he feels for the things he wants, once he sets his mind to something its best to not get in his way as he will keep going until his goal is reached. Maybe this is what makes him so watchable as a streamer, he may have a small following but they are loyal. His smile comes easy and his advice even easier.

Sawyer is a tall wiry man, often seen in big hoodies and creamy knitted sweaters, with a smile that calms the heart and soul and eyes that see into your soul. Sawyer has pale skin and freckles that dot his skin like constellations. He lost his leg years ago in an accident, that left him needing a new mechanical appendage, luckily for his bank sawyer loves to make things so the new leg was just a new challenge to work away at.

Age: 24

Occupation: Gamer/ Tinkerer

Violet Sorrengail

Violet Sorrengail, there is more to this women than meets the eye, you may think her fragile because of her short stature and thin frame but that is untrue, her body may be weaker than average but by no means is she to be messed with. She has a tongue like a blade when it comes to protecting her loved ones, just like her older siblings she is smart and stubborn.

Her beauty is ethereal and unique, with pale skin, hazel eyes and dark brown hair that slowly fades to a sleek metal silver.

Age: 24

Occupation: Chemist

Xaden Riorson

Xaden Riorson, the one and only son of Fen Riorson, the previous head of the Aretia biker gang, due to his passing Xaden took control of the gang. Xaden is imposing with his height, muscular build and wide shoulders and winding tattoos. The dark haired man is littered in silver scars that break covering of his warm tawny skin. Xaden is a emotionally withdrawn man, his gruff exterior and cold shell are made to keep people from getting too close. It will take time but if you manage to work your way into his inner circle, you will see his kind heart, see the softness he keeps for only his loved ones.

With dark windswept black hair, sharp features and strong jawline this man is definition of beauty. A scar cuts through his left eyebrow, adding to his rugged charm. Long lashes frame his gold flecked onyx eyes.

Age: 27

Occupation: Mechanic/ Gang leader.