#Liam mairi fourth wing

[soulofapatrick]

Sleep, I've Got You - Liam Mairi x Female Reader

Summary: you haven't slept in two weeks and two people are pushing you to seek Liam's help

Warnings: none

Words: 2.3k

Y/N's POV

The training room is filled with quiet conversation, but I linger in the doorway, unnoticed. Violet is stretched out on the floor with a book in hand, Bodhi and Garrick are watching Ridoc and Sawyer debating something trivial. Liam is just listening along, breathing air through his nose  when either of the goofs say something even more ridiculous than the other but he’s fiddling with a dagger in his hand. Xaden is in the corner, brooding as usual, his dark eyes occasionally flicking up to meet mine before drifting away. 

“Go to him.” Draighanmúr’s, or Draighan as I call him, voice rumbles in the back of my mind, firm and gentle. His presence is soothing, as always, but his suggestion catches me off guard, feeling his silent urge for me to move from where I’m still hovering in the doorway. He doesn’t say who the ‘him’ is but I know exactly who he is on about. 

I shouldn’t be here. My body is heavy with exhaustion, my thoughts fogged by the lack of sleep that’s haunted me for days. I know I should turn around and head back to the dorms, crawl into bed and pull the duvet over my head and try to get a single wink of sleep. Something, or someone, keeps me rooted in place, Xaden’s eyes flicking over to mine again once more before he goes back to brooding. 

The shadows around me seem to come to life, curling around my ankles like tendrils, their touch cold and almost tangible. There’s a light pressure at the back of my legs, an insistent nudge that makes me take a wobbly step forwards. My breath catching in my throat as I realise what’s happening—these aren’t just ordinary shadows. They’re Xaden’s. 

I glare at my wingleader instinctively, annoyance flickering in my chest. He’s the only one who could be doing this, the one manipulating the shadows to push me out of the safety of the darkness where I’ve been hiding. His eyes meet mine briefly, and there’s a knowing look in them, an acknowledgment of what he’s doing. He doesn’t say anything, though, just tilts his head slightly as if to say, You know this is for your own good.

Draighan chuffs in the back of my mind as if agreeing with Xaden’s silent comment, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and agreement as he tells me You need rest, and you know who can give it to you. His presence is warm, comforting, but it doesn’t take away the frustration bubbling inside me. Xaden and Draighan unknowingly conspiring against me. 

With a resigned sigh, I continue to shuffle forwards, my movements somewhat sluggish and uncertain—things you don’t want for a dragon rider. Every step feels heavier than the last, and I hesitate again, my body instinctively trying to resit the pull. But I can feel Xaden’s eyes boring holes into the side of my head, a silent pressure that refuses to elm me retreat. It’s as if his gaze alone is propelling my forwards, leaving me no choice but to keep moving until I find myself standing next to the group of boys. 

Ridoc glances up at me, a mischievous grin on his face which would have me worried if it were anyone else but Ridoc as he asks, “You joining us?” His tone is light, but there’s genuine curiosity in his eyes, like he’s surprised I’ve wandered over to them and not Violet. 

I just nod, the motion feeling more like a reflex than a conscious decision. Without saying a word, I sink down the wall, near Sawyer and a few steps away from Liam, close enough to feel the warmth of Liam’s presence but far enough that I don’t feel complexly exposed. 

The golden evening light streams into the training room, casting a warm, ethereal glow over everything it touches. Liam sits bathed in that light, his soft light-blond hair catching the glow, making him look almost ethereal. His tall, muscular frame, as built as Dain, is relaxed as he fiddles with a dagger, the blade catching the light as it twirls effortlessly between his fingers. His blue eyes are focused on the conversation, a soft, thoughtful expression on his face as he listens to the banter around him. There’s a rugged handsomeness to him, emphasised by the prominent nose and the sprawling rebellion relic that begins at his wrist and disappears under the sleeve of his tunic. When he smiles, a dimple appears, adding a touch of warmth to his otherwise stoic demeanour.

My heart tightens in my chest as I watch him. He looks like he belongs in this light, like the strength and calmness of it are just extensions of who he is. There’s a quiet confidence about him that draws me in, and I can’t help but feel my crush on him swell, massive and overwhelming. I’m head over heels for him, and it’s a feeling that terrifies me as much as it thrills me. 

Draighan’s presence in my mind is a steady, reassuring hum, bolstering my resolve. I scoot closer to Liam, my movements slow and deliberate as I inch toward him. My heart races as I reach out, nudging his right arm from his lap. He looks down at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything as I lay my head down where his arm once rested.

I tense, my whole body stiffening in anticipation of some kind of backlash or teasing comment. I’m ready for Ridoc’s sharp wit, for Sawyer’s playful jabs, or even for Liam to shift uncomfortably and pull away. But none of that happens. Instead, there’s a beat of silence, and then I feel Liam’s hand find its way into my hair. His fingers are gentle, tentative at first, before they start to move in slow, soothing strokes.

Liam's fingers begin to move through my hair, the touch light and careful, as though he’s afraid of hurting me. He smooths out the knots with practiced ease, each motion gentle yet firm. The tension I’ve been holding in my scalp and neck gradually starts to dissolve under his deft touch, the soothing strokes lulling me into a state of relaxation I haven’t felt in days.

As his hand continues to comb through my hair, he leans forward slightly, tilting my head to the side so that our eyes meet. His blue eyes, usually so sharp and alert, soften as they take in the exhaustion written across my face. There’s a quiet understanding in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of how tired I am, how much I need this moment of comfort.

“You’re exhausted,” he murmurs softly, his voice low and tender. “Sleep.”

The warmth in his tone wraps around me like a blanket, and for a moment, everything else fades away—the noise of the room, the worries in my mind. It’s just him, his voice, and the steady rhythm of his fingers in my hair. He lets go of my face, leaning back against the wall as he continues his soothing ministrations. Before he settles, though, his fingers briefly brush against my cheek, a tender gesture that sends a warmth spreading through my chest. Then, his hand returns to my hair, the steady, rhythmic strokes coaxing me closer to the edge of sleep.

As I begin to drift, I catch Ridoc’s eyes from across the room. He’s been watching quietly, his playful demeanour momentarily subdued. He mouths a single word at me, a question: Nightmares?

I nod once, softly, the motion barely perceptible. It’s all I can manage in my state of exhaustion, but it’s enough. Ridoc’s gaze softens in understanding before he turns back to his banter with Sawyer, Bodhi, and Garrick, picking up the conversation where he left off.

The world around me fades into the background as Liam’s fingers continue to move through my hair, the gentle rhythm pulling me closer to sleep. Draighan’s presence hums softly in the back of my mind, a comforting reminder that I’m safe, that I can finally let go. My breathing slows, and before long, I succumb to the exhaustion, my body sinking into the warmth and comfort of Liam’s lap.

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I slowly drift back into consciousness, the heaviness of sleep gradually lifting as awareness returns. The first thing I notice is the softness beneath my head—a pillow, not the comforting firmness of Liam’s lap where I last remember resting. I shift slightly, feeling the warmth of a blanket draped over me, its weight soothing against the cool air of the room. There’s another weight too, heavier and more solid, resting across my waist. It takes me a moment to realize it’s an arm, strong and steady, holding me close.

I blink, my eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room. The training room is gone, replaced by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through a small window. The familiar scent of leather and something distinctly Liam fills my senses, grounding me as I take in my surroundings. I’m not in the dorms, not in my own bed. My heart skips a beat as the realisation sinks in—I’m in Liam’s bed.

I take a slow, deep breath, feeling the rise and fall of the warm body behind me. His presence is solid, comforting, and undeniably familiar. The heat of his body seeps into my back, and for a moment, I just lie there, processing the unexpected but welcome reality of where I am.

Carefully, I roll over, shifting beneath the weight of his arm until I’m facing him. The room is quiet, the only sounds being the soft rustle of the blanket and the steady rhythm of Liam’s breathing. My eyes trace his features, relaxed and peaceful in sleep. His spiky blond hair is tousled, a few strands falling across his forehead. His sharp, blue eyes are hidden behind closed lids, their intensity softened by the calmness of slumber. His prominent nose and the faint shadow of stubble on his jawline give him a rugged look, but there’s a gentleness to him now, a vulnerability that makes my heart ache.

As I lie there, taking in every detail of Liam's serene face, I feel an overwhelming tenderness swell in my chest. His usually intense blue eyes are softened by sleep, his features relaxed in a way I rarely get to see. I can’t help myself—I lean in and press a gentle kiss to his jawline, just where the faint shadow of stubble begins. His skin is warm and slightly rough beneath my lips, the contact filling me with a quiet sense of intimacy.

The soft press of my lips causes him to stir, his brow furrowing slightly before his eyes slowly flutter open. For a moment, he looks disoriented, but then his gaze finds mine, and a slow, sleepy smile spreads across his face, the dimple in his cheek deepening.

"How'd you sleep?" he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

I begin to answer, my voice still soft and laced with the remnants of sleep, "Better than I have in days—" But before I can finish, I notice his eyes flick down to my lips, lingering there for just a heartbeat before he moves.

In a fluid motion, Liam closes the small distance between us, capturing my lips in a kiss that feels like the culmination of something we’ve both been wanting for far too long. His lips are warm and firm against mine, moving with a gentle urgency that takes my breath away. His hand, still resting on my waist, tightens slightly, pulling me closer as if he needs to make sure I’m real, that this moment is real.

The kiss is slow and tender, but there’s a depth to it that speaks of unspoken emotions, of the comfort we find in each other. His thumb brushes over my cheek as he deepens the kiss, his touch both loving and reverent. I lose myself in the sensation, in the way his lips mold perfectly to mine, in the way his warmth seeps into every corner of my being. It feels like coming home, like finding a piece of myself I didn’t know was missing.

When we finally part, it’s with a shared breath, both of us a little dazed but undeniably content. His forehead rests gently against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.

"Maybe we should get a little more sleep," he whispers, his voice a soft murmur that makes my heart flutter. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice, one that I can’t help but return.

"Yeah," I agree, my own voice barely more than a sigh as I shift closer, tucking myself against his bare chest. The steady beat of his heart beneath my ear is a comforting rhythm, lulling me back toward sleep. His arm wraps securely around me, holding me close as his other hand continues its soothing motions, tracing gentle patterns along my back.

As I drift off, the warmth of his body enveloping me and the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath my head, I feel an overwhelming sense of peace. With Liam holding me close, sleep comes easily, and I let myself surrender to it, knowing that for now, everything is exactly as it should be.

Fourth Wing Masterlist - To be made Comment to be added to tag list

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It’s always “I wanna fuck Xaden Riorson” and “I’d let Xaden Riorson do xyz to me”

Just let me fuck Bodhi Durran. Let me fuck him. Make fics about him.

He’s literally described as being “closely resembling Xaden, just less angular”

[danikamariewrites]

Fourth Wing

Xaden

No One Left Behind

Can’t Sleep

The Perfect Day (SMUT)

Angry Tears

Midnight Picnic

You Scared Me

Warm Me Up (SMUT)

Night Flight

Shit Talking

Hot and Cold (SMUT)

Jealous Boy

All Night (SMUT)

Are You Stalking Me?

Injured

Good Morning

Bigger is Better (SMUT)

Drag You Back (SMUT)

Unexpected

Relationship hc

Just Tired

Not an Experiment

Dating Xaden and Liam hc

Parapet | part 2 (SMUT)

Rule Breaker

Unlikely

On The Mat (SMUT)

Squeeze My Hand

My Greatest Fear

Liam

Star Gazing

More Than This

Sun Rise

Dating Xaden and Liam hc

Always Injured

Prince Charming

Bodhi

Interruptions

Ridoc

Dating headcanon

Imogen

Dating headcanon

[ervotica]

warnings; major character death (but not rly!!), r and liam are tethered like violet & xaden, not a real fic or anything jus a daydream i've been having about my angel liam. shhh ik it doesn't make sense but idgaf it was fun.

liam who survived.

liam who's been healing in aretia since fighting the venin, since his close call with death; liam who's been too weak to do anything, really, until deigh finally started to heal, too.

you, who's dragon and his are mated. and losing him and deigh nearly cost you both your lives, too.

the second you step through the threshold of the riorson house, the bond that's left a gaping wound in your heart in its absence seems to ignite, clicking back into place in your head.

you can feel him.

your heart leaps into your throat; xaden winces when you turn on your heel to watch him, panic etched into every crevice of your expression.

"where is he?" you're quiet, brows pushing a crease into your forehead when xaden reaches for your hands, holding you steady. your whole body thrums with nervous energy.

"i need you to understand that i couldn't tell you. for both of your safety-" he starts.

"xaden, i don't care," you cut him short with a scathing glare. "where is he?"

you ground yourself, focusing every ounce of energy into the newly reinstated bond; you imagine reaching through the tether that runs between the two of you, and you speak through it.

"liam?"

his voice fills your ears, deep and gravelly but unmistakably him, and tears crowd your vision, catching on your itching waterline.

"hi, my girl."

you rush to turn the corner down to the vast hallway, and a disheveled mop of blond you're all too familiar with draws your gaze.

you're frozen, muscles locked tight where you stand, fixated by the sight of the boy you've been grieving, aching for, standing just a few feet away.

his arms outstretch and he takes a step towards you, and you break. a sob seizes you, arms curling around yourself in some semblance of self soothing.

"come here," he croaks. "c'mere, baby."

you rush in a surge of frenzied limbs, colliding with his chest with an audible thump; he stumbles back a step, but plants himself to accommodate you clinging, white-knuckled, to his midriff.

the way you squeeze him makes his heart ache, the guilt of hiding from you slapping him in the face full force. your balmy cheek rubs against his shoulder, nose scrunching in the way he's always found terribly endearing- except the silent sobs that wrack your body contort your features, and you tremble under his touch.

"why would you do that?" you whisper, but even through the bite of your words, your iron grip never lets up. you're terrified that he'll disappear from beneath you. "it almost killed us, liam."

he pulls back to look at you and your chin plants against his chest to gaze up at him through heavy lashes, weighed down and kissing at the corners. his thumb catches a stray tear, brushing it across the length of your cheekbone before he leans down to press a kiss between your brows.

"i'm sorry," he murmurs. "i know i should've told you." his thick bicep wraps around the back of your neck, anchoring you to his chest.

"i kept tryin' to get her to eat and she wouldn't, li. and the bond was so weak. it nearly took us both down with you."

"shh, shh," he soothes. "i'm so sorry, my girl."

you slap feebly at his chest, no real force behind it as you sniffle, swollen eyes watching his every move.

"you ever do some shit like this again and i'll kill you myself, mairi."

dimples crater at the centre of his cheeks, his eyes crinkling when he laughs down at you, deep and earnest.

"i love you so much."

[riddlesb1tch]

Carved In Love

Liam Mairi x reader

summary: you and Liam have been dating for a year now and one night after sex, Liam admits something he thinks about that makes you fall in love even more.

warnings: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF!

a/n: lmk how you like it!

It had been almost a year since you and Liam officially began dating, and it had been, by far, the happiest year of your life. Liam was the perfect boyfriend—kind, caring, and compassionate. He gave you space when you needed it and crafted adorable wood carvings: sometimes of you, sometimes of your dragon, sometimes depicting the two of you together, and sometimes capturing a special memory from the week. Your heart always melted when he did something like that.

You reciprocated in the ways you knew best: giving Liam space, showering him with love and affection through little gestures like saving him the last muffin at breakfast, writing notes to remind him he was loved, and welcoming him with open arms whenever he was having a rough day.

Both of you knew that your time together was incredibly precious. In the riders' quadrant, where uncertainty looms over every day, you and Liam cherished every moment, never hesitating to express your feelings for fear of missing your chance.

Liam thought about this as you lay on his chest, tracing idle patterns on his skin while finding comfort in the rhythm of his heartbeat. He ran his fingers through your soft hair, gently caressing your back and shoulders, as if trying to imprint the feel of you into his memory. He had told you as much while he moved slowly inside you, pressing loving kisses to your skin and memorizing your body with his lips.

“Y/n?” he whispered.

“Liam,” you replied, halting your movements and resting your chin on his chest to gaze up at his angelic face.

“Do you ever think about the future?” he asked quietly.

You considered his question for a moment before answering. “Honestly, not really. Life is too unpredictable and dangerous for us to worry too much about the future. I want to savor every single moment and not miss anything,” you said. “What about you?”

“Sometimes,” Liam replied.

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his. “What do you think about?”

Liam met your gaze, and for a moment, you felt like you could lose yourself in the depth of his blue eyes. Then he spoke. “I think about us. About what our relationship might be like.”

You smiled endearingly at him. “What do you imagine?” you asked.

Liam suddenly grew shy, averting his eyes. “Well, um, I imagine us together…married,” he said hesitantly, still avoiding your gaze.

That one sentence took your breath away, and you stared at Liam with your mouth slightly open. Marriages were something incredibly uncommon in the Riders quadrant. Hell, even relationships were rare. Everyone wanted to experience as much as they could due to the uncertainty in the way of life here and didn’t fancy the constraints of monogamy. 

And amidst all of this, you sweet, loving boyfriend imagined the two of you married. 

Your heart soared with joy, with love, with adoration and endearment and emotions you couldn’t even put into words, all directed at the beautiful boy in front of you. When you didn’t respond immediately, Liam’s anxiety grew.

“D-did I say something wrong?” he asked, panic in his voice. “I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

You shook your head, sitting up to straddle his hips, and gently cupped his face in your hands.

You simply looked at him for a couple of seconds, trying to find your voice, a way to put your feelings into words. Meanwhile, Liam freaked out more and more that he had somehow made you uncomfortable. His heart raced in his chest as he stared into your eyes for a hint of anger, discomfort, fear, but he found none, and his heart calmed. As he saw was love, maybe even understanding and reciprocation of what he felt for you. 

“Liam, I love that,” you said with the brightest smile, stroking his cheeks tenderly.

Liam’s lungs refilled with air, face turning a deep shade of red because you didn’t mind. You didn’t judge him for thinking that far ahead into the future, possibly even dreaming about something impossible.

“You do?” he asked, looking at you shyly.

You grinned from ear to ear and leaned down to press a loving kiss to his lips. He immediately responded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. The kiss grew more passionate as you clung to each other, both panting heavily but smiling brightly when you finally broke apart.

“I love you so much, Liam,” you said, your lips brushing against his.

“I love you,” he replied. “And I want to be with you for as long as I live.”

You smiled that heartstopping smile at him and said the words that made his heart practically beat out of his chest. “Me too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

And you showed your love to each other for the rest of the night and into the early hours of the morning. 

Masterlist

[unholly-reader]

You love me? // Liam Mairi x f!OC

So I read the „Fourth Wing”. Yup. I’m officially lost, but I can’t decide who to fall for - Xaden or Liam. Until I figure this out, here is a little piece for all you Liam lovers (I still can’t forgive how anyone could kill such a wonderful character, straight up cruel!)

A little reminder - English is not my first language so please, have mercy.

Enjoy <3

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There was a reason why Dalya Aetos was one of the most anticipated cadets in the Rider’s Quadrant of Basgiath War College. Despite her brother already being a squad leader in the Flame Section, it was Dalya who everybody considered the jewel of the Aetos family. Even colonel Aetos himself prised himself on his second born. He was proud of his son, but Dain never truly understood the meaning of the lessons his father tried to teach. Instead, Dalya listened carefully, minding every word he has ever said to her. Maybe that’s how she got into general Sorrengail’s favour so quickly. Violet’s mother always appreciated Aetos’s help and advice, but upon meeting Dalya at the age of eleven, she saw true potential in the colonel’s daughter.

No wonder that when it came to Conscription Day, Dalya went straight for the deadly path through the bridge onto the Parapet and into the Rider’s Quadrant. Before making her choice her father tried to convince her to choose healers, as she would be safer there than risking her life on dragonback if she was lucky enough to live through training, the Gauntlet and finally the Threshing. To his disappointment, Dalya chose riders and against her father wishes became a formidable cadet under Xaden Riorson’s command. That’s where she met general Sorrengail’s daughter, Violet and a charming young man by the name Liam Mairi. Befriending Violet was the first good choice she made while studying in the rider’s quadrant. Getting close and creating a bond with Liam was even better.

Eventually, Dalya was chosen by a navy-blue daggertail dragon by the name Yvraeth. If it wasn’t for the fact that Violet got chosen by not one, but two dragons, Dalya would have been the main fenomenon as it was known far and wide that blue dragons do not attach to humans, Xaden and Sgaeyl being the only known exception. And so the training has begun. Flying was the first thing the newly chosen riders need to master, seeing as they would spend the majority of their time in the College on dragonback. When everybody chose to follow the guidelines of the bare minimum of training, Dalya wanted more. She put aside all the drama her brother provided, seeing as he could not decide what he wanted to do with his feelings for Violet and his hate for Xaden, and instead chose to spend as much time in the air as her body allowed her. And she wasn’t alone.

- It would be nice if you could keep up, Liam. Yvraeth won’t wait forever - shouted Dalya, turning back to look at her friend atop the red dragon’s back.

- Not my fault you were chosen by the fastest dragon in the Continent - screamed Liam, a little annoyed but still happy he got to spend time with his favourite person. Dalya laughed joyfully, holding onto Yvraeth’s back.

Why don’t we show them what real speed means?

I knew I chose you for a reason, Starling.

Yvraeth sped up, leaving Liam and Deigh even further behind. Both her and her dragon laughed as they saw how the red daggertail struggled to follow them. Even though she really liked Liam, Dalya enjoyed showing off Yvraeth’s speed and annoying her friends striking through the sky.

Yes, Dalya really liked Liam. Although a more appropriate way to express how she felt about him would be to say that she was falling for him. How could she not? He was not only kind and a true gentleman, not to mention his broad shoulders and gorgeous face, he was also the most genuine and caring person she has ever met. Dalya never really fell for anyone ever since that one time she chose to give somebody her heart only to have it broken into pieces. Typical teenage drama. A girl falls for a boy but he chooses to betray her and choose another. That’s what happened with Dalya and a boy from her hometown, Weston. From that moment she promised herself she would guard her heart and keep it shut until she met someone who could take care of it and take care of her. Day after day Liam was proving he could be that someone but still, it was a risk Dalya wasn’t sure she was willing to take.

But one day, something changed.

It was a training day like any other. All the riders were getting paired up and sparring on the mats. Nothing unusual. Until professor Emetterio shouted her name with someone she would rather not fight on her own.

- Dalya and Garrick, let’s go!

Following professor’s command Dalya stepped onto the mat as Garrick followed her steps. He was a third year and a section leader. That was a warning in itself. Even though they were on rather good terms, she knew he was a formidable opponent and friends or not, he would give his best.

- Promise it won’t hurt, Aetos. At least not too bad - laughed Garrick, ridding himself of his shirt.

- Just don’t pull your punches - Dalya replied playfully, getting into her stance.

- Ready? Fight!

The second professor Emetterio shouted out, Garrick went full offense. He threw himself forward, aiming his fist towards Dalya’s right side. Being much quicker than the well built third year rider she used her speed and agility to her advantage. Swiftly she avoided his attacks but she couldn’t dance around him forever. Her feet were quick, her arms even moreso as she made her move tripping Garrick over his own legs. The second he fell on the mat, he grabbed her leg, brining her down with him and under his body. Being at the clear disatvantage, Dalya rolled herself from his grasp, kicking his left side and getting back on her feet.

- Nice touch. Somebody’s been practicing - said Garrick, wiping his hands on his pants and smiling devilishly at Dalya. She simply smiled back, ready for yet another attack.

They began circling each other when she chose to launch herself at his shoulders, jumping over his head so that he would collapse. That was the exact moment when Liam chose to approach their mat and got to witness her attack. Only it was not as effective as Dalya had planned. Garrick quickly caught her hips and swung her body slamming her on the mat. Soon after he went for a punch into her ribs, but she rolled away just in time. Getting on her feet crouching she swung her left leg, tripping him once again and jumping on top of him once again, this time keeping on foot on his bicep, while the other was bent next to his face. If they weren’t fighting, the position they found themselves in would be rather suggestive and Liam was not happy about it. While he wondered whether there was anything going on between Dalya and the handsome section leader, the fight continued. Dalya thrived in her small victory, but her success was short-lived. Garrick threw her over his shoulder, slamming her side into the mat with a quiet whimper from her. She felt on of her ribs crack but shoes to ignore the pain. Liam winced seeing her pain but remained still, waiting for the fight to be over. Garrick used the moment of weakness and got on top of Dalya’s body, pushing his forearm into her neck while straddling her hips.

- Surrender?

Dalya tried to find her voice but the probably broken rib and Garrick’s elbow on her throat made it difficult to speak. She almost croaked out a word when someone spoke out.

- That’s enough!

Turning her head slightly she saw Liam walking onto the mat and almost throwing Garrick off of her in a somewhat violent manner. The section leader jumped away, looking surprised at the blonde rider, but Liam paid no attention to him. Gently he kneeled next to Dalya, looked her in the eyes and hooked his arms beneath her knees and her back.

- This is gonna hurt, love.

Before she could answer, Liam stood up carrying her in his arms like she weighed nothing and walked out of the training hall without a word. Everyone went silent with their eyes wide open except for Garrick and the wing leader who stood in the shadows, watching from distance. His lips formed into a sort of smile as he watched his friend walk out the door.

Finally, little brother. Took you long enough.

Look who’s talking, hummed Sgaeyl in his head, turning his head to Violet, who was about to enter the mat with Rhiannon as her sparring partner. Xaden just shook his head and focused on the rest of the sparring riders.

Shut up, Sgaeyl.

Meanwhile Liam carried Dalya out of the training hall and followed the path that led to the infirmary. Dalya, seeing the direction they were heading in, shuffled in his arms in protest.

- Not the infirmary, Liam. Please, I’m fine. It’s nothing, really.

The blonde looked at her suspiciously but seeing the pleading in her golden eyes he huffed in defeat and changed his course, walking up to his room instead.

- Fine, but you’re gonna let me take a look at you. I can bet a lot of money that you have a nasty bruise on your ribs and I think I heard one crack.

Dalya remained silent, knowing he was almost one hundred percent right but she chose not to admit it out loud. Instead, she enjoyed the closeness of his body and the smell that she had awakes found intoxicating whenever he was near. She nuzzled her face into his chest and remained quiet until they reached his bedroom. With the doors closed behind them, Liam laid Dalya on his bed so that she could sit propped on the headboard. Kneeling next to his bed he looked up at the girl and waited.

- Shirt up - he demanded, looking at her intensely.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him in shock, raising her eyebrow.

- And how about a „please”, nurse Mairi? - asked Dalya teasingly, smirking at the boy before her.

She half expected him to laugh if only a little but his face remained serious as he stared at her with and unreadable emotion painted in his eyes.

- I’m not kidding, Lya. Shirt up or do I have to do it myself?

- Geez, don’t be so serious, Liam. I’ll do it, calm down.

- I can’t exactly be calm when I just saw you get slammed on the floor like a puppet. Sorry Dalya but I don’t take pleasure in seeing you get hurt. What if you had gotten it worse? Did you even think about it?

Dalya was at a loss for words. She was looking at Liam as if she saw him for the first time. He was down right flushed and his eyes gleamed with what looked almost like fear. Fear for her life. With a small wince Dalya sat up, bringing her hand under his chin and forcing him to look at her.

- Liam, this is not the first time I’ve been sparring on the mat. This has never been a problem before. Why does matter to you now?

- It doesn’t matter - Liam shrugged her hand off his chin, turning his head away, but she wasn’t gonna give up without an answer. With a little more strength she grabbed his face in her palms and turned his head back, looking into his blue eyes with determination.

- What has gotten into you? I’m not a porcelain doll. I know you may confuse me with Violet but I don’t understand why make a scene now. You don’t patronize her like that but with me it’s suddenly a big deal I got a little bruised. What is that about?

- Well, I’m not in love with Violet so maybe that!

Yes! You finally said it, good job Liam! shouted Deigh in his rider’s head, his voice laced with so much joy he could light up the night.

Deigh, I’m kinda having a critical moment here. A little privacy, please.

You got it.

That was just about enough to shut Dalya up for a few good moments. The girl stared at Liam with her eyes wide open almost as if she saw a ghost. Her hands were still on his cheeks, hold his face gently as they stared at one another in silence. Liam’s eyes were filled with emotions and fury and frustration all at once for Dalya to see. He knew he was risking their friendship but that was the problem. Friendship wasn’t enough for him. As gently as he could he brought his hands to grab Dalya’s wrists and he kissed each of them lightly, almost like a feather touch, still looking into her golden orbs. She couldn’t utter a word staying completely still, almost as if she was afraid this was a too good to be true dream.

- I have always felt like you’re somebody I could never part with. It was almost like you were drawing me in with your dazzling smile and your sparkly eyes. Gods, you’re eyes, Lya. I see them every night I fall asleep. I dream of you even when I don’t remember it. I have accepted your friendship because having you in my life as my friend was better than not having you at all but I can’t pretend anymore. If you don’t feel the same, I will understand but I…

Whatever heartfelt declaration Liam meant to express was muffled by Dalya’s lips smashing into his own. Her smell on him was like poison and antidote at the same time. Without thinking twice, Liam got up from his knees, grabbing Dalya by her waist and sitting her in his lap as he plopped on the bed so that she was straddling him. The kiss was almost like electricity. Lust was thriving in their veins as they explored each other’s body. Liam’s hands on Dalya’ back and on her neck. Dalya’s fingers raking his blonde hair and scratching his shoulders. If two stars fell into each other and combined, they would be Liam and Dalya. Almost too close but never close enough. If their lungs didn’t protest in need of air they would never part but eventually their bodies won that battle. They broke the kiss, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. They still had their hands on each other, afraid to let the other go as if they would run away. Dalya was the first one to pull away so that she could look at the blonde beneath her properly. Her eyes shone with their own light like they borrowed some from the sun itself. For Liam, she was the most exquisite creature he had ever laid his eyes upon. Gently she caressed his cheek, combing her fingers through his hair.

- Next time, just kiss me. And don’t make a fuss when I get hurt fighting. We’re riders, Liam. We are built to fight.

- Can’t promise you that, sweetheart. You’re my everything - said Liam with such sincerity in his voice Dalya swore she could melt right there and then. Playfully she rolled her eyes and quickly pecked his lips.

- You’re lucky I love you, otherwise you’d be in trouble.

Liam’s blue eyes lit up like dragon fire.

- You love me?

Dalya smiled at him warmly, putting her forehead on his inhaling his intoxicating smell.

- I love you.

[lady-of-tearshed]

Get him back

Platonic!Liam Mairi x Reader

Inspired by the song "get him back!" By Olivia Rodrigo

Summary: Liam would do absolutely anything for Sloan. Even listening to her spilling tea about her... rather hot best friend shitty lovelife.

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Warnings: very slight violence.

A/N: Let's be honest, Liam would totally be the type to love hearing out to her sister spilling tea to him. And he would do anything to help her baby sister out.

Liam almost jumped off the chair of his desk when Sloan slammed the door of his bedroom open, crashing down onto his bed in an annoyed grunt. He knew he wouldn't need to ask what was wrong, so he just got up and closed back to the door slowly, making sure the joints hadn't been shattered by his little sister's sudden entrance.

He laid down beside his sister on his bed, ready to hear about whatever had put her in such a shitty mood. “Is it wrong to read your best friend’s journal?” Sloan kept staring at the ceiling, biting her lower lip just like she did after doing something bad when they were children.

He turns his head and smiles gently at his sister, knowing how caring she was towards her… incredibly attractive friend. “Well… was it a matter of making sure she's safe?”

Sloan exhaled a deep sigh. “Well… kind of. She's not talking since he dumped her. And she'd been acting really… weird lately. I was worried, and she wouldn't open up to me when I asked her…” She groans and throws her hands to the ceiling in annoyance. “She wrote that she wanted to get that bastard back!”

He sat up abruptly, his pulse fastening and his voice slightly raising an octave. “She wants to get him back?!”

Unfortunately for Liam, Y/N seemed to have an annoying attraction to the worst masculine specimens there could be. Plus, as she said plenty of times, Liam was “a good friend to her, a brother figure”…

Yeah. He knew he'd never get a shot with this amazing girl… Plus, Sloan would probably pin his balls to the wall if he ever made a move on her best friend. “Well… that's what she wrote in her journal…”

Sloan turned her head to his brother, giving him the eyes. The pleading eyes… She even added a little pouting lip. Whatever Sloan was about to ask him, he knew damn well he was already doomed to accept whatever it was about. “Please talk her out of it, she always listens to you!”

Liam groans in answer and sit up on the bed. “Fine. I suppose I can try to stop by her room to… try putting her back on track.” Sloan sits up too and swings her arms against his brother’s neck. She gives him a big smooch on the cheek, making him chuckle at her baby sister's childish behavior. “Ooooh thank you! You're my best big brother!” “I'm your only one.” “Exactly my point.”

He rolls his eyes at her teasing, and walks out of his bedroom to stop by Y/N's room before classes start. He makes sure to stop by the cafeteria to pick them both up coffee and muffins, for breakfast. That way it'll give them more time to talk.

He passes by first year cadets, every one of them, mostly girls, looking over at him as if he was some kind of fallen angel. Probably because of his prominent rebellion relic showing off fully because of that fitted black t-shirt he was wearing. And the fact that a second year was walking through the halls of first years…

He tried to brush it off, and walk directly to your door, knocking on it with his foot, since his hands were full with you guys breakfast. You open up the door, your nose buried deep into the book you were currently reading. Your eyes shift up when you realize that the same standing in your doorway was much larger and taller than your roommate's, Sloan. “Liam? Is everything okay? Did something happen to Sloan?”

He chuckles and your body relaxes at the sight of breakfast in your friend's hands. You put your book down on the desk beside the door, and help Liam empty his hands. “Everything and everyone is fine. I just decided to bring over breakfast. Figured we could… talk.” She nods, taking a first sip of her coffee and moves to the side to let Liam in.

“Thank you, Liam. Actually, yeah. I wanted to talk to you too about um… something.” He nods, feigning innocence as if he didn't already know what was wrong. As if Sloan didn't just burst panicked into his room this morning when she snooped into your things and read your journal.

He puts a comforting hand on her shoulder and smiles softly. “You know… I know that… things are hard after a breakup and that sometimes we have doubts…” You frown and shakes your head. “No I- Actually, I'm really over him and I wanted your help to-” You stops in your track and gasps, throwing him an accusatory finger.

Liam tenses, but quickly relaxes when a playful grin spreads onto Y/N’s beautiful lips. “Sloan snooped into my things again, did she?!” You burst into laughter at Liam’s awkwardly scratching the back of his head. This sibling duo was impossible… “She must've thought I wanted to get him back for other… reasons.”

Liam chuckles, feeling incredibly awkward in the situation her sister threw him in. “What..?” You chuckle and finish up your coffee in a swig before filling your mouth with the muffins he bought. “Yeah! I wrote in my diary that I wanted to get him back, but for… revenge purposes. And I wanted to ask for your help, actually.”

He leans forward on his chair, elbows resting on his knees. “Listening.” You grin and stand up, clapping your hands. “Alright! So first, I want to make him really jealous. And for that part, I need your help. I need us to… fake date.” He raises a brow, confused. “Fake date? Sloan will kill my ass.” “Oh shush, she's your little sister and my best friend, she can't be that scary!”

He sighs and leans back into his chair, contemplating the situation he got himself into… “Alright. Deal. We'll fake date. But… you said first… what are the next parts?” You grin mischievously, then add. “Oh… the next parts are my parts… the fun parts. I'll make him lunch, poison him, kiss his face with an uppercut, and break his heart again and again, just like he did to me.” You finish up your muffin and wipe the crumbs on your shirt.

You walk to exit the door, Liam too stunned to say anything. “Oh. And once I'll be in second year, and have the right to send letters, I'll make sure to write one to his mom to tell her how her son sucks. Good day, Liam!” You shoot him a pretty smile before heading out of your room to attend your classes, as if you did not just confess to him that you'll make this man suffer from worse tortures than in RSC classes.

Sloan really had nothing to worry about her best friend… But that guy needed to. Though he totally deserved it.

A/N (again): This is just a quick little something that flew out of my mind just... Now. I'm currently reading Crescent City, so I'll probably post some content about this fandom soon. 💕👀

[mrs-adabarba]

Anyone have any Ridoc or Sawyer multi-chapter fix recommendations?! I only see Xaden ones and as much as I love that man he and Violence are meant to be together - forever. (Please)(i beg you Rebecca)

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« fourth wing » SPOILER

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probably the one thing that i won’t forgive rebecca yarros for is killing liam. my baby didn’t deserve this shit🥹🥹

[edlihtam]

Dragonborn part II - Chapter 7

It's online! Sorry about the wait :)

I frown, my mind flickering back to last night. The thought of it makes me growl under my breath, the memory too vivid, too irritating. Halden stands up, extending a hand toward me. I ignore his hand and push myself to my feet. His hand falls to his side, and he gives a slight shrug, his tone casual but with a playful edge. « In my defence, » he says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, « I wasn’t planning on walking in on you in my bath. » I glare at him. « Any normal person would have just left quickly, said sorry, and closed the door. » His smirk widens. « You were hurt. » « I was naked. » His gaze locks onto mine, and his smirk turns downright wicked. « Oh, I know, » he says, his voice low and teasing, like he’s enjoying the memory a little too much.

[happyinternetcollector]

Xaden: ugh I need to feel something, Liam can you tell me something that will piss me of

Liam: Aetos kissed Violet before you

Xaden: yup that'll do it

[soulofapatrick]

The Fourth Wing Boys and their Kinks

Summary: Just what I think the boys' main kinks would be

Words: 3.9K words

Warnings: smut

➩ Overstimulation - Xaden thrives on control and precision, and overstimulation is his way of showing just how deeply he can unravel you. He takes his time, pushing you further than you thought possible, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure until you’re shaking beneath him. His low, gravelly voice whispers in your ear, “You can take more, can’t you?” as his skilled hands and lips continue their relentless assault. Xaden watches every reaction—your trembling limbs, breathless moans—with a predatory satisfaction, proving that only he can bring you to this point of exquisite surrender.

➩ Brat taming - Xaden’s authoritative personality means he doesn’t tolerate defiance for long—but he enjoys the challenge of taming a brat. When you test his patience with teasing remarks or deliberate disobedience, he’ll pin you with a dark, warning look that promises consequences. “Is that how you want to play this?” he growls, his voice a dangerous purr. Xaden thrives on putting you in your place, using firm dominance tempered with just enough restraint to make you crave more. By the end, you’re begging for forgiveness as he reminds you who’s really in control.

➩ Semi-public - The danger and thrill of semi-public intimacy appeal to Xaden’s dark, commanding nature. He’ll pull you into a shadowed corner, his hand firm on your hip as he murmurs in your ear, “Be quiet, or they’ll hear.” His touch is deliberate, teasing you while maintaining enough composure to keep control of the situation. The risk of being caught only heightens his intensity, as he pushes boundaries and leaves you breathless, flushed, and craving more even as others are mere feet away.

➩ Edging - Xaden has an unmatched patience when it comes to building anticipation. His touch is a tease, giving you just enough to drive you mad but never quite letting you fall over the edge. He watches every reaction intently—your gasps, the way your body arches beneath him—all while holding you back with a devilish smirk. “Not yet,” he’ll murmur, his tone dark and teasing. He enjoys knowing he’s the only one who can push you to the brink, dragging out the tension until you’re begging him to let go. The eventual release is explosive, leaving you trembling in his arms as he murmurs, “See what happens when you trust me?”

➩ Bondage - Xaden’s authoritative nature makes him an expert at restraint—both physically and emotionally. He enjoys tying you up, his rough hands gliding over your skin as he secures you with precise, unhurried movements. He takes his time, ensuring you feel safe, whispering promises of what’s to come. There’s a thrill in knowing you’re completely at his mercy, unable to touch him while he explores every inch of your body. He’ll linger, taking in the sight of you, his dark eyes filled with predatory satisfaction. “You look perfect like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with intent, right before he shows you exactly how much he’s capable of.

➩ Thigh riding - Garrick’s serious, no-nonsense demeanour gives way to a deliciously commanding side in the bedroom. He’ll pull you onto his thigh, his hands firm on your hips as he guides your movements. His intense gaze locks on you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you lose control. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. He revels in the power of knowing he can make you come undone with just his thigh, the tension in his body evident as he holds himself back from taking things further—until he decides you’ve earned it.

➩ Hair pulling - Garrick’s lack of patience shows through in his touch, rough and unrestrained when passion takes over. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp, his lips curving into a wicked smile at your reaction. “You like that, don’t you?” he teases, his voice laced with amusement and desire. For Garrick, hair pulling isn’t just about control—it’s about eliciting raw, unfiltered responses from you, something that feeds his need to break through his usual stoic exterior.

➩ Face fucking - Garrick’s authoritative nature shines in this act, where he takes full control, ensuring you’re as much a participant as you are at his mercy. He guides you with firm, steady hands, his tone encouraging yet commanding. “Good girl,” he growls, his voice thick with arousal. Garrick’s focus is unwavering, watching you with intense eyes that hold a mixture of pride and hunger. He’s mindful of your limits but pushes them just enough, ensuring that every moment feels like both a challenge and a reward.

➩ Somnophilia - Garrick’s protective side translates into a fascination with your vulnerability, though he would never act without explicit trust and consent. On rare occasions, he might wake you with soft, lingering kisses and featherlight touches, murmuring your name as his hands explore your body. His low chuckle would accompany your sleepy, surprised reactions. “Couldn’t wait,” he’d whisper against your skin, his tone teasing but tender. For Garrick, it’s about cherishing the intimacy of those quiet, unguarded moments where nothing exists but the two of you.

➩ Body worship - Garrick’s serious, duty-oriented personality doesn’t stop him from showing reverence for your body. His hands move with purpose, exploring every inch of you with quiet intensity. He takes his time, pressing kisses to scars, curves, and soft spots, his humor shining through as he murmurs playful compliments and earnest praise. “Perfect,” he’ll say, his voice full of conviction, his eyes filled with adoration. For Garrick, body worship is about showing you how much he values you—every mark, every flaw, every detail—and reminding you that you’re utterly, completely his.

➩ Praise kink - Liam thrives on knowing he can make you feel good, both emotionally and physically. His words are genuine and heartfelt, spoken with an edge of playfulness that keeps the mood light. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he’ll murmur, his hands steady and warm as they explore your body. Liam’s praise comes from a place of deep admiration and care—he enjoys building you up, reminding you just how much you mean to him in every whispered compliment and tender touch.

➩ Cunnilingus - Liam is the definition of generous in the bedroom, and nothing brings him more satisfaction than focusing all his attention on you. He’s thorough, patient, and utterly devoted, taking his time to learn exactly what makes you gasp and moan. He’ll lock eyes with you, a playful grin on his lips as he revels in every sound you make. “That’s it,” he’ll say, his voice husky with pride and arousal. For Liam, it’s not just an act—it’s a way of showing his loyalty and unwavering desire to put your pleasure first.

➩ Breeding - Liam’s loyalty and protective instincts lend themselves to a fascination with the idea of creating something lasting and permanent with you. The thought of you carrying a piece of him makes his possessive side flare in the most tender way. He’d pull you close, his tone a mixture of seriousness and affection. “You’d look so good carrying my baby,” he’d whisper, his hands firm on your hips, his words equal parts tease and promise. For Liam, it’s about deepening the bond between you, a physical representation of the love and commitment he holds so fiercely.

➩ Body worship - Liam’s charm and natural warmth make him an expert at lavishing attention on you. His hands are soft but firm, his lips leaving trails of kisses over every inch of your skin. He’ll pause at scars or imperfections, lingering to show his appreciation for every part of you. “Every bit of you is perfect,” he’ll murmur, his gaze full of sincerity. For Liam, body worship is his way of cherishing you, ensuring you never doubt how deeply he adores and values you.

➩ Foreplay - Liam loves to take his time, making foreplay an essential part of the experience. His humour and charm shine here, as he uses teasing touches and playful banter to build anticipation. He’ll trace soft kisses along your neck, whispering dirty jokes or sweet compliments in your ear. His hands are everywhere, learning every inch of you and coaxing you into a state of absolute need before taking things further. For Liam, foreplay isn’t just a precursor—it’s a way to connect with you emotionally and physically, ensuring every moment is unforgettable.

➩ Cunnilingus - Bodhi takes immense pride in his ability to please you, and he approaches it with both enthusiasm and tenderness. His playful nature comes through as he grins up at you, clearly enjoying every sound you make. “You taste so good,” he’ll murmur, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you steady. For Bodhi, it’s not just about the physical act—it’s about making you feel completely adored and cared for. He loves seeing you let go under his touch, knowing he’s the one responsible for your pleasure.

➩ Thigh riding - Bodhi’s tactile nature makes thigh riding one of his favourite ways to tease and connect with you. He’ll settle you on his lap, guiding your hips with firm hands, a playful smirk on his face as he encourages you to let loose. “Come on, sweetheart, show me what you’ve got,” he’ll say, his tone equal parts teasing and supportive. The friction and closeness drive him wild, and he loves the intimacy of having you so close, your pleasure written all over your face.

➩ Body worship - Bodhi’s sweet and protective nature makes him a master of body worship. He takes his time, tracing kisses along every inch of your skin, murmuring soft words of admiration with every touch. “You’re perfect, you know that?” he’ll say, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. Bodhi focuses on making you feel completely cherished, his hands gentle but deliberate as they roam your body. For him, body worship is about showing you just how deeply he values every part of you, inside and out.

➩ Marking - Bodhi’s protective streak and affectionate personality make marking you an irresistible form of connection. He’s not aggressive about it but rather playful and intentional, leaving gentle bites, kisses, or love marks where only the two of you know to look. “Gotta let everyone know you’re mine,” he’ll tease, his tone light but with a possessive edge. Bodhi loves the idea of leaving reminders of your time together, a way of keeping you close even when you’re apart. His touch is always careful and full of affection, ensuring every mark is a testament to how much he cherishes you.

➩ Somnophilia - Bodhi’s protective instincts make this kink a uniquely intimate experience for him. He’s drawn to the trust it requires, ensuring you’re fully comfortable and consenting beforehand. He’d wake you with soft, lingering touches, his voice low and soothing as he brings you to consciousness. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he’d murmur, his lips brushing against your skin as he eases you into pleasure. For Bodhi, it’s about blending affection and desire, making you feel safe and loved even in your most vulnerable moments.

➩ Semi-public - Ridoc’s humour and cheeky attitude make the idea of semi-public encounters irresistible. He enjoys the thrill of being caught—whether it’s in a secluded corner or in a place where there’s just enough risk of discovery to get his heart racing. “It’s not really public,” he’ll smirk, “just a little bit naughty.” The risk of someone walking in makes every touch, every kiss, more charged, and Ridoc loves to tease, taking things just far enough to make you squirm with anticipation, all while still keeping it lighthearted and fun.

➩ Cockwarming - Despite Ridoc’s playful demeanour, there’s a surprising intensity to his need for connection. Cockwarming allows him to be close to you for extended periods, where the attention isn’t rushed, and he can just enjoy being near you. He may joke around about it, but deep down, it’s about claiming space with you—without words, just through quiet intimacy. “I’m not going anywhere,” he’ll whisper with a grin, letting the tension between you both grow as time stretches on. It’s a way for him to relax, feel grounded, and indulge in the closeness he craves without needing to rush.

➩ Marking - Ridoc’s protective side comes into play with marking. He isn’t aggressive about it, but there’s a playful, possessive edge to how he lays his claim. A quick nip on your neck or a mark left on your inner thigh, all done with a grin and a joke to lighten the mood. “You’re mine now, love,” he’ll tease, the lightheartedness making it clear he’s not trying to be domineering—just showing you he cares in his own, cheeky way.

➩ Dry humping - Ridoc’s tendency to turn everything into a joke extends to the teasing nature of dry humping. His quick wit and playful manner mean he’s not in a hurry to go straight to the finish line. He’ll slow things down, pressing against you, enjoying the friction and the way it drives you wild with anticipation. His commentary will keep the mood light, but the closeness and build-up make it far more than just playful—he knows exactly how to make you beg for more, all while keeping it fun and teasing. “What? Can’t a guy get a little close?” he’ll say with a mischievous grin, pushing you right to the edge of frustration.

➩ Body worship - Ridoc’s body worship isn’t about reverence or slow adoration—it’s a playful, affectionate admiration of every inch of you. He’ll touch, kiss, and caress you with a light, teasing air, as though he’s trying to see how much he can make you squirm. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he’ll joke, but there’s genuine affection in his voice as his hands trace over your body, paying attention to every detail. For Ridoc, it’s about making you feel adored while keeping the mood light and fun.

➩ Praise Kink - Sawyer, with his steady nature and quiet confidence, would appreciate the validation of praise during intimacy. He’s not one to flaunt his abilities or demand attention, but when it comes to satisfying you, he would be incredibly attentive and would enjoy the reassurance of hearing how much you appreciate him. His praise would be understated but earnest, low and smooth, always making sure you know how well you’re doing, and how beautiful he finds you. “You’re perfect like this,” he’d murmur, the calm satisfaction in his voice making you feel cherished. For Sawyer, praise would be an intimate expression of trust and respect, not about feeding his ego but about connecting with you on a deeper level.

➩  Silent sex - Given Sawyer’s composed and calm demeanour, silent sex would be something he finds deeply intimate. He doesn’t feel the need for words to communicate with you during these moments; the silence would be a shared understanding between the two of you. His focus would be entirely on you—each touch, every movement would be deliberate and purposeful. When it comes to making love to you, he doesn’t need to speak to show how much he cares. His gaze, his slow, calculated movements, and the way his hands hold you close would be enough. The quiet moments are where Sawyer’s tenderness shines through, without the need for anything other than the connection between your bodies.

➩  Cunnilingus - Sawyer’s attentiveness to your needs would make him a patient and thorough lover when it comes to cunnilingus. He would take his time, savouring every moment as he worships your body. The way he focuses on you, his hands gently holding your hips as he learns every contour of your pleasure, would be an act of devotion. His quiet, calculating mind would apply the same precision to this as he does with any challenge, ensuring you’re completely satisfied. “Let me take care of you,” he’d say softly, his voice a low promise as he shows you how much he values you. Sawyer would treat this act with reverence, a true sign of how deeply he wants to please you.

➩  Hair pulling - Though Sawyer is generally calm and in control, his intensity would come through in moments of passion. Hair pulling would be a subtle but powerful way for him to express his desire, guiding you when things get heated. His approach would be firm but not harsh—he wouldn’t pull roughly, but rather in a way that brings you closer to him. He’d pull you into a kiss, using the grip on your hair to tilt your head just the way he wants, making sure you’re exactly where he wants you. “You make me lose control sometimes,” he’d whisper, his voice low and breathy as he uses the act to both claim and connect with you.

➩  Cockwarming - Sawyer’s need for connection and his ability to remain calm under pressure would make cockwarming a deeply intimate act for him. He’s not one to rush, and he would enjoy the sensation of being close to you without the pressure to go further immediately. For him, it’s about closeness, the sensation of you against him, and the trust it builds between the two of you. He would enjoy the quiet intimacy of it, keeping you close, feeling your body against his while taking a moment to breathe and simply enjoy the bond. “Just stay with me a little longer,” he’d murmur, enjoying the connection, his hands softly caressing your skin as he holds you close.

➩ Overstimulation - Brennan’s strategic mind would approach overstimulation with precision, as if orchestrating every touch to maximise your pleasure. He has the patience to carefully build you up, ensuring you’re pushed to the brink again and again, each time giving you just enough to keep you on edge. He’d be meticulous in his actions, feeling every reaction you give as he carefully stretches your limits. “Just a little longer,” he’d murmur, his thumb brushing over your skin to calm you before he builds you up again, watching the way your body trembles for him. There’s a level of control and care, but also a subtle intensity in his need to take you to the edge of madness before finally letting go.

➩ Cockwarming - Brennan would use cockwarming as a way to foster a deep, intimate connection without needing to rush. It’s more about the quiet moment, the closeness, and his need to keep you near him. He’d likely enjoy the sensation of simply being with you, even if it means waiting. “We’re not in a hurry,” he’d say softly, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand as you rest against him. This act, for him, would be about claiming a small space in the world that’s just for the two of you, even if it’s not overtly sexual. There’s a tenderness to it—a way of connecting without words.

➩ Brat taming - Though Brennan doesn’t seem the type to be openly dominant, his patience and ability to think things through would make him very good at brat taming. He wouldn’t mind the pushback, recognising it as a challenge to be solved. When you act up, he’s likely to smile, knowing he has all the time in the world to bring you back into line. His voice would be calm, almost soothing, as he guides you back into submission. “You can keep testing me, but you’ll only end up exactly where I want you,” he’d say with a grin, letting his hands wander with gentle but firm authority. His approach would never be angry—more like an opportunity to remind you who’s in charge, without needing to raise his voice.

➩ Rough - Despite his tendency to focus on strategic thinking and being calm under pressure, Brennan’s rough side would come out when he knows it’s what you need. His patience would flip into a sudden intensity, driven by his desire to take control and deliver a release for both of you. He’d be firm, but never reckless—his roughness would have purpose behind it, focused on bringing you to your breaking point with intent. “This is what you wanted,” he’d say lowly, his hands gripping your hips as he moves with a force that contrasts with his usual composed nature. For him, roughness would be a way to show his intensity, grounded in his usual self-assurance.

➩ Thigh riding - Brennan would likely enjoy thigh riding as a subtle, playful way to enjoy intimacy without diving straight into more intense acts. His focus on connection means he’d want to enjoy the sensation of you moving against him, your bodies close, without the pressure of rushing. He would love watching you ride his thigh, enjoying how your body responds to the friction. “You look so good like this,” he’d murmur, a grin tugging at his lips as he enjoys the view of you, his hands resting on your hips to guide you with gentle encouragement. It’s a mix of tenderness and desire, with a steady intensity that matches his personality.

Fourth Wing Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 12th Oct 2024

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still on a "wanting to fuck Bodhi train"

Could contain spoilers idk, but i mainly talk dragon names.

Let's deep dive "and by deep dive i mean it's only like 5 feet cuz i have a tummy ache so this is the only info I have.

Bodhi has a Green dragon, we know this from when Violet borderline burns out, he says Cuir (his dragon) says she needs food and Eya/eva/someone(?) says "A green would know"

Now we only know two dragons true names, and that's Tairn and Andarna, we also know Rebecca Yarros is a fan of Gaelic words/names (even if she ain't the best at pronouncing them). Tairn's true name meaning thunder (cuz just tairn's is nail), and Andarna's is Second honour.

Now you can deep dive into all the dragons names like Sgaeyl means shadow (which is should actually be Sgàile if i do google translate right (Yes Mr. Silva I still use google translate I passed Spanish didn't I?))

But we also know their names don't necessarily go with their powers (As these dragons have had their names for years it's just wild that coincidently Xaden wields shadows and Violet has lightning and that's what their names mean) As Ridoc's signet is ice but his dragons name (not the full name) means Light (Also Aotrom you do you, you little brown babe love you).

But we also know this: Liam wields ice before he dies. Deigh means Ice. Little sus Becky, little sus.... >>

Now I don't speak Gaelic, never have and honestly I probably will never be able to as I got a speech impediment and can't say any type of accent like word. Like to the point my Spanish teacher told me not to take Spanish 2 as I couldn't actually speak it. So I found a fun little website where I just googled "Gaelic word's starting with Cuir" and after looking at the long ass list

I think I can confidently say Bodhi's dragons full name is Cuirairfalbh meaning "put away" and I feel that's reaaalllllyyyy fitting for someone who's rider's signet is countering signets. He literally 'puts them away'.

I also find it would be fitting for this to be his name as Greens are the smartest dragons, and are stated perfect for sieges, so wouldn't being named "put away" be super fitting for a green dragon who was basically made to storm castles and shit?

Any way thanks for coming to my BodhiTalk

[danikamariewrites]

Also I thought of a Liam or Xaden idea but maybe one of them falling for a Healer?

Always Injured

Liam Mairi x reader

A/n: since we don’t fully know a lot of the medical stuff in FW I just kinda made some stuff up lol

Warnings: mentions of injuries, fluff

For the third time this week Xaden was escorting Liam to the infirmary. He rolled his eyes at the blondes wide grin. “You’ve never been so…reckless before. What’s going one?”

Liam shook his head, keeping his eyes on the swinging double doors as they got closer and closer. “Nothing. Challenges have been so tough, right?” Xaden gives him a quizzical look, not believing Liam is having a hard time getting through obstacle courses.

He shoulders open the door while supporting Liam, walking him over to the closest bed. Liam lays back looking around the room for you. His eyes find you listening to your teacher intently as he tends to a ill-looking scribe.

“Ok brother, you are free to go.” Xaden follows Liam’s line of sight. Xaden let’s out a long oh and sends Liam a shut eating grin. He knew there would be teasing later but he didn’t care.

“Get better soon.” Xaden says in a light teasing tone as he exits the infirmary.

-

You saw Xaden bring Liam in. You wanted to go right over to him but you knew your professor would chastise you for leaving a working-lesson. So you stayed with the sick scribe. She just needed cold medicine but learning all kind of symptoms is important.

Once you professor dismissed you to check on other patients you headed straight to Liam’s bed. You gave him a small smile as he held his left wrist out for you to take his pulse.

By now he knew the routine. Liam had been in here practically every other day. “Should you really be a rider? The amount of injuries you get I might as well tie pillows around you.” You joke with him.

Liam let’s out a small laugh as your hands kept checking different parts of his body. When you pressed on his side he winced.

Pulling up his shirt revealed a nasty bruise on his ribs. Grabbing a salve from a nearby cart you scoop out some paste, warming it between your fingers before spreading it on his skin.

“That should help with the pain.” You say quietly. Over Liam’s many trips/stays in the infirmary you grew to deeply care for him. He’s a sweet guy and was always interested in whatever you had to say.

“Thank you,” he groaned out pulling his shirt back down. “That one looks bad Liam. You need to be more careful. I’d hate to see you truly injured.” You say gravely, crossing your arms.

Liam reaches out to pull your hand into his. He gives it a light squeeze and give you a boyish grin. “Don’t worry about me sweets. I’ll be just fine.” You roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, well your visits say something different.”

You give his hand one last squeeze before turning to walk away. Liam holds on tighter, slightly pulling you back to the edge of the bed. “Wait, please don’t go yet?”

Plopping yourself on the edge of his bed you narrow your eyes at him. Giving him a knowing smirk like you just figured out his secret. “Not all your injuries have been real.” You say matter of factly.

Liam’s face turns crimson and he looks down avoiding your gaze. “Well, uhh not all of them. Maybe like a headache or two.” He mumbles.

“Any reason?” You tease, poking at his thigh. You desperately wanted to say he has a crush on you too. If he does you would much rather spend time with him outside of this room.

He looks up at you, suddenly shy like he’s speaking to you about a very awkward medical matter. “I keep coming back for you. You’re amazing and I didn’t know how to talk to you, but now I do and I want to get to know you more outside of here.”

You grasp Liam’s hand in yours, taking him by surprise. “I do too Li.” His eyes go wide with joy. “Meet me tonight? At the Bell Tower?” You nod enthusiastically.

He lets out a sigh of relief as you stand. “I have to check in other patients.” You say quietly. Liam nods giving you that boyish grin again. “I’ll see you tonight.”

[ervotica]

Ooh! Ooh! I got a cute one! So we know how Liam makes wood carvings, he’s given the reader one and this time she wants to make one for him as a surprise.. but she’s not the best at it. Literally, she’s got bandages on the tips of her fingers, a couple splinters and cuts— and when he sees that, he’s asking her what happened and she tells him she’s okay and shows the carving to him

pairing; liam mairi x fem!reader

warnings; liam calls reader 'my girl' (it's a warning honestly. i've decided it's his thing now), pure fluff, light descriptions of injury

Thick fingers reach for your hands across the table before you can hastily snatch them away, upturning your smaller ones until your palms are bared before him. Crimson tinged bandages adorn the very tips of your digits, and a shallow slice runs the length of your palm, thin shards of wood lodged just beneath the skin next to it.

"What happened?" Liam's asking, the worry that drips from his cadence only serving to tug at your heartstrings.

"Nothin' bad, Li. Promise." You're quick to reassure him, sore fingers curling around his own to deliver what you hope is a comforting gesture.

"C'mere," he beckons with a playful tap, patting the empty space next to him on the bench until you relent, utterly lovesick and unable to deny him anything he wants. You traverse the length of the table, coming to a halt behind the hulking man, throbbing hands resting on either side of his neck. His pulse thrums under your touch, his natural heat seeping into your pores until you have the urge to climb into his lap and fall asleep. His arm comes up and back to hook round your midriff, pulling your chest flush to his back in one swift motion.

"Sit," he teases.

You press pursed lips to his temple for a chaste kiss before peeling yourself away, needling beneath his arm and into his side; you fit like the piece of a puzzle, like it's where you've always been. You have, really.

"You gonna tell me what happened, my girl?"

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, tilting your head to gaze up at him through your lashes.

"You know you made me that wood carving?" you ask, more meek than you'd expected your voice to come out. You busy yourself picking at your cuticles.

"Yeah?" he singsongs.

"Well..." Your bottom lip spills into a pout. It's unlike you to be so shy - Liam's terribly endeared. "I wanted to make you one of Deigh. It's a lot harder than it looks, and it's not very good, really. But..." Your hand disappears into your pocket and the fabric rustles with the sudden movement; then your closed fist emerges, clutching a mildly haphazard wood carving of Deigh. It's a little wonky in places, lines not as smooth and clean as Liam always manages to get them.

He thinks it's utterly perfect.

Taking the carving from your curled fingers, he smooths a thumb over the little dragon's face, crows feet crinkling affectionately. His dimple craters into the middle of his cheek with a beaming smile, and his forearm draws tight, anchoring you to his chest and folding you into his embrace.

"It's perfect. I love it, angel. Thank you."

"You really like it?" you ask, a warmth blooming and spreading in your chest even as uncertainty drips from your cadence.

"How could I not, hm? It's beautiful."

Your chin tips up to smack a wet kiss against the sharp angle of his jaw, arms twining around the broad expanse of his waist.

"You gettin' shy on me?" Liam mocks lightheartedly. You scoff, brows drawing down and pushing a crease between your eyes which Liam promptly smooths over. "I love you," he coos, pressing his temple to the top of your head. Heat rushes through you, white-hot and surprisingly pleasant.

"I love you, too."

[riddlesb1tch]

YALL SHOULD I WRITE FOR LIAM MAIRI???

also if yes, feel free to send in some requests!!