#aaric fourth wing

[angstywaifu]

Everyone Has Secrets - Aaric Graycastle

Request: Aaric x reader where the reader is a rider but also a princess of another Provence, but she kept it a secret from everyone because she ran away to be a rider to fight venin because she didn’t want her people to suffer. A/N: This is my first time writing for Aaric so I hope you guys like it. I've seen a few requests come in for him now so I'll definitely be working on them and hope to improve my writing for him.

Warnings: The below contains spoilers for Onyx Storm. If you have not read Onyx Storm do not read the below!

Masterlist | Support Me

“What’s up with you and Aaric?” Sloane whispers to me as Devera asks Violet about her trip.

“Nothing. Why’s that?” I ask as I look up at her.

“Because he’s been staring at you since he sat down. It’s like he’s trying to read your mind.” She informs me.

I turn my head and meet Aaric’s piercing green eyes. And Sloane is right. The way he’s looking at me is like he’s trying to figure something out. And it’s like me looking at him confirms what ever it is he needs, quickly turning his attention back to the front of the room. What was that about?

“Maybe he was trying to see if we were ok? He’s been gone a while.” I whisper back with a shrug.

She shakes her head. “No. This is something else.”

Devera turns her attention back to the rest of us, putting an end to our conversation. It doesn’t take long for me to feel Aaric’s eyes on me, but I don’t turn to meet them this time.

Something had clearly happened while he was away with Violet and the squad she had put together. But I had no way of telling what it was.

Throughout the rest of our classes I feel Aaric’s eyes on me every now and then. But I couldn’t pin point why. And it honestly had me on edge. I’d never seen Aaric like that towards anyone since our time here. I had planned to ask him what his problem was, but his seat at our table remains empty during dinner.

“We’re going to go train, want to come with?” Sloane asks me as we stand up from our table.

I shake my head. “I’m going to have an early one tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I tell her as I back away towards the dorms.

She just nods and lets me go, knowing Aaric’s weird mood towards me had put me on edge. I was glad she’d opted for the let me be approach rather than distract me with training or plotting how we could find out what was going on.

As I push through the door to the dorms, someone grabs me from behind, causing me to yelp which echoes in the empty hall. I turn around to fight back, grasping a dagger in my hand which hangs in the air once I see the familiar green eyes I’d felt on me all day. Green eyes that feel like they’re staring into my soul.

I open my mouth to ask him what the hell is going on, but he just drags me up the stairs to the first year floor and down to his room. He shoves me inside before closing the door behind us, leaning back against it to block any attempt I might make to leave.

“What the hell is going on?” I demand, wanting to know why his behaviour towards me had changed so much since his trip.

“Seems you’ve been keeping secrets. Princess.”

My eyes go wide at his words, my dinner threatening to make an appearance. Shit. How the hell did he know? No one knew where I was from. Nowhere in Navarre knew who I was. Unless… shit.

“Everyone has secrets.” I say with a shrug, trying to play it off.

“Oh trust me, I know.” He replies cockily, causing me to narrow my eyes at him. What the hell did that mean. “And you probably would have gotten away with yours if I hadn’t gone with Violet.”

“What are you going on about?”

He pushes off the door and walks over to his desk. Going through the bag he was yet to unpack from his trip. He pulls out a frame, holding it out to me. I grasp it in my hands, turning it over as dread washes over me. Staring back at me is a painting of me with my parents done not long before I’d left. The family Id left behind to come and do something. To protect them from a war that would more than likely come our way one day. There was no way I could deny what Aaric had figured out.

“I always thought your eye colour was unique. Such an interesting shade of blue. Sometimes looking purple when the light hit it them right.” He tells me as he leans up against the desk, watching me take in the photo. “So you can probably guess the shock I got when we land in Hedotis, and we’re greeted by people with the same coloured eyes. The same ones I’ve been looking at since July. And then when I go looking around, I find this sitting on a desk.”

I look up at him, not sure what to say or do. I had thought my secret would be safe forever. No one here had ever been to Hedotis, and I honestly thought no one would ever go there. But now Aaric stood in front of me, waiting for answers.

“What are you going to do? Force me to go back? Go get whatever reward they want for my return?” I snap at him, shoving the painting back at him.

He shakes his head as he places the painting next to him on the desk. “Fuck no. I want to know why though. I have my reasons, but what are yours? Why make that big of a journey to come here of all places?”

His reasons? What the hell did that mean? Pretty sure it was going to be my turn to interrogate him after this at this rate.

“Because I didn’t want to sit back and do nothing.” I tell him as I walk over to his window, looking out over the forest below. “I was sick of us turning a blind eye to what could potentially come our way. Pretending that everything was fine and blissful. When over the ocean, people were dying. I needed to make a difference, even if my parents wouldn’t. All they cared about was marrying me off to make alliances. Give another province an heir that would make them allied to us. Even though we would never back them up if they needed help. I needed to do something.”

Aaric doesn’t say a word. Silence falling over us. I turn around to see him looking at me, a smile pulling at the edges of his mouth.

“Good. Because honestly your people are kinda shit.” He jokes as he steps away from the desk to walk over to the door.

“Not so fast Aaric.” I say, causing him to turn and look at me with a cocked eyebrow. “Now it’s your turn. Why do you have your reasons?”

[bookdragon-shenanigans]

The Empyrean as shitposts (OS edition)

[BEWARE! SPOILERS AHEAD]

Aaric Graycastle

Violet Sorrengail

Bodhi Durran

Mira Sorrengail

Xaden Riorson

Sloane Mairi

Ridoc Gamlyn

Dain Aetos

Garrick Tavis

[callsign-rogueone]

bedtime

🏷️: some bedtime / cuddle headcanons for our 8 boyfriends, presented for your consideration in no particular order. implications of a sexual relationship between y’all in some of these, but it’s very mild. all of them are gender neutral as well!

Garrick holds you like you’re his teddy bear. it’s so easy for him to loop his arms around your waist and tug you into his chest and put his chin on top of your head and keep you there all night. you fit perfectly in his arms, since he’s an absolute giant. but he doesn’t want to let go of you all night, so if you need to get up… no you don’t. he gets up at the crack of dawn every morning to go lift weights, but he won’t wake you up — he’ll just tuck you in and give you a little forehead kiss before he leaves. he’s always so happy to see you in the morning when you’re up and ready, greeting you with another kiss and a gentle squeeze of a hug and asks how you slept. he’ll tease you lightly if you were drooling or snoring when he got up, but he finds it cute.

Dain is annoyingly responsible, so he’s getting you both into bed by ten every night. but he’s going to help you get ready — picking your pajamas and laying them out for you, packing your bag for the next day while you’re in the shower… makes sure that you brush your teeth and all that, and then tucks you in next to him. he likes having you wrapped up in his arms for a while, your head resting on his shoulder while you drift toward sleep. he’s always so happy when you choose to sleep in his bed, because that means you trust him — both not to hurt you, because it’s kill or be killed in the riders quadrant, and not to read your memories (because MY version of Dain would never 🥰) and also you’re making a conscious decision to choose him, over everyone else you could be with. (our boy’s a little insecure. probably because daddy dearest is such an ass.)

Brennan needs to be bribed into bed because otherwise he’ll work through the night and fall asleep at his desk. method that always works: show up at his office in your cute little jammies, stand behind his chair, gently massage the stress out of his shoulders and use that soft sweet voice to ask him to come up, because you can’t sleep without him :( and he’ll fold immediately. paperwork: abandoned. just let him drag himself through the shower and he’ll be ready to curl up with you. he likes to rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as a reminder that you’re alive and well. like Garrick, he’s not letting go of you any time soon. you’re stuck there, sorry <3

conversely, Bodhi is the one tugging you into bed. he wants to lay down and cuddle as soon as you’re done with dinner. he likes to alternate between big spoon and little spoon, because there’s perks to both. as the big spoon, he gets to keep you nice and safe and warm in his arms (this boy is SO toasty warm at all times) but also he needs to be touching you at all times. and as the small spoon, he gets to be held the way he deserves! he likes to be facing you, though (I know that’s not technically spoons, but idk the name). put your arm around his waist and play with his hair and let him nuzzle his cheek into your shoulder and give you a few lazy neck kisses before he knocks right out.

Ridoc is absolutely shameless. yes, he likes being close to you and showing love, holding you and keeping you safe and warm, but his favorite part of snuggling is the access to your body. you’re right there — and so are all the soft parts of you that he loves. he can squeeze your hips / thighs / ass / chest, and rub his hands all over, under the guise of helping you wind down. he’s respectful though — if he knows you’re truly exhausted, or you tell him to quit it, he won’t do any of that. maybe one little affectionate pat on the hip, or him rubbing your back a little, but otherwise he’ll be hands off and just go to sleep, holding you gently. apart from the feral side, he’s very sweet, and wants to make sure you’re comfy. he’d let you have more of the pillows and blankets / the better ones, because he loves you and knows you need your sleep.

Liam is another that is tugging you into bed. he gets pouty when you stay up too late doing other things bc he wants to cuddle. likes to lay his head on your chest for, wrap his arms around your waist and let your heartbeat lull him to sleep while you give him head scratches, sweet puppy baby. he’s also subconsciously protecting you this way, curling up on top of you to shield you from danger. you don’t sleep like that all night though, because you need to move around and get more comfy, but you’ll find yourselves cuddled together in the morning, you laying on him, or spooning or something. he always wants to be close to you for a while before he goes off to follow Violet around, so he’ll purposely wake up 10-15 mins early. if he accidentally wakes you up, he’ll whisper like… “Get some more sleep, honey. I love you.” and then when you settle back down against him, he’ll lay there for a while just silently appreciating that you’re his partner and you’re so pretty and sweet and soft.

Sawyer would be a little shy at first, but once you’re in an established relationship, he’s shameless about it. if you get in bed first, he’s tugging you into his arms, or if he gets in first, he’s making grabby hands and opening his arms to you like — ’mere. lemme hold u. when he has his injury, that complicates things a little since you don’t want to put pressure on his leg or cause him pain. you settle for holding hands, like sea otters, and make up for the lost physical contact with plenty of hugs and kisses. once he’s finally healed, though, it’s back to snuggling every night. he likes to be the one to hold you, because he wants to feel like the more masculine partner in the traditional sense (the same with Dain. idk. they just give me the vibe that they want a sweet little partner to protect and hold. that’s why I gave him peach).

Aaric… I’m torn on him. I feel like he’s a little prissy about his beauty sleep, but he’d still cuddle with his partner a bit and share a bed. maybe not every night, though. he’d have a very comfortable bed, both in the castle, because duh, but also in Basgiath and at Riorson house, because he’s somehow acquired extra pillows and blankets; the softest ones, too — rich boy habits die hard. he’d like to be the one holding you, though. letting you rest your head on his chest / shoulder, or being the big spoon for you. he’s pretty tall and pretty built, so it would be nice to have him completely cover you like that. he’d probably also be up super early, like Garrick, and would also give you a soft little goodbye kiss and let you sleep another hour. he really likes the sight of you in his bed (not like that, but also yes like that — I mean more in a sense of: this person is mine, they’re sleeping in my blankets and making the bed smell like them, and nobody else gets that.)

[unwind-trash]

Onyx Storm Spoilers!

I drew Quest Squad!! I love them so much.

[stillcantdance]

Ok so here’s a theory that has been bugging me since I read Iron Flame, and I haven’t heard anyone else bring it up:

The wards were raised by the first six, who we assume each were bonded to each type of dragon( black, blue, red, orange, green, brown). BUT, from the end of Iron Flame we know that it’s actually the dragon fire of the six and the one(seven), and that a dragon from the seventh den, an ancestor of Andarna, was used to raise the wards.

SO, WHO WAS THE SEVENTH RIDER?

Was there even a seventh rider? Did the seventh den dragon just agree to help raise the wards whilst being riderless? The first six erased and hid the evidence of the seventh den after the first wards were raised, did they erase the evidence of the seventh rider as well?

And if so, why?

[iwillwalkthroughthefire]

Me, brimming with delusion, waiting for Onyx Storm to be released:

[chaoticneutraltor]

[whenwewereyoung97]

As a countdown to Onyx Storm’s release date, I’ve decided to post my favorite quotes, one per day, in no particular order.

A little longer of a quote today, but this scene just warms my heart. I live for the straight chaos that is Flame Section, Fourth Wing.

13 days!

“We double-checked the rolls to be sure, but it appears that not only does Fourth Wing currently boast this year’s Iron Squad—” The first-years seated in front of us holler, since that honor of boasting the largest number of surviving first-years after Threshing is ours for the second year in a row. Baylor, the stocky one with the skull-trimmed black hair, shouts the loudest, and the corner of my mouth rises when he shoulder bumps Aaric into joining in. “—but Flame Section has the unique honor of being completely intact.” Brennan looks down at Bodhi. “Durran, you brought every single cadet. I guess that would make you the Iron Section.” Holy shit. I don’t even bother trying to suppress my grin, now. I knew that Fourth Wing brought the most cadets, but we kept our entire section together? “I’m assuming you’d like a patch?” Brennan asks, a smile tilting his lips. “Fuck yes, we do!” Ridoc shouts, coming out of his seat, and our entire section cheers loudly, even me. “Yes, sir,” Bodhi says once we calm, glancing over his shoulder at us like he can’t take us anywhere nice. “I’ll see what we can do.” Brennan glances up at me and grins.

[deceitfulapple-eatingscoundrel]

skiesaey.

[siobhanbooks]

my personal rules for onyx storm

immrick

bodoc/queer bodhi

xaden and Violet have sex on a piece of furniture that isn't a bed, chair or armoire

Violet wears xaden's, Bodhi’s and Garrick's flight jackets (at different points)

xaden takes off/puts on Vi’s boots

anything about the Riorson-Durran family

xaden bodhi angst

sloane to be the badass that she is

sloane x aaric

[somewhere-in-the-rain]

Empyrean modern AU headcanons (part 2)

This one’s been in my drafts for a hot minute 😅

Violet is allergic to mushrooms. Unfortunately, she did not know this, so Xaden had to take her to A&E halfway through one of their dates.

Sawyer once downloaded Tinder and was bullied relentlessly for it by Ridoc. He got him back for it later though by catfishing him on Instagram.

When Aaric/Cam was eight, his brothers had him convinced he was adopted for a good six months.

Ridoc thinks potpourri is edible.

Whenever Violet and Liam get in a car together, they blast Christmas music no matter what time of year it is.

Jesinia loves adding notes to the beginning of her AO3 fics saying things like “Sorry I haven’t updated for a while, there was an uprising at my school so now I live in my friend’s boyfriend’s mansion with three hundred fugitives.”

Xaden had an Imagine Dragons phase when he was 12. His favourite song was Thunder.

Whenever Imogen buys tampons, she deliberately chooses the youngest male cashier just to watch him get uncomfortable.

Mira loves to move people’s bookmarks to piss them off. Her favourite targets are Violet and Brennan, but one time she got Syrena and had a pillow thrown at her head.

[angstywaifu]

Do you perhaps write for aaric?

I haven’t written for him yet but honestly I would write for him. So I guess this is my official requests are open for Aaric if you guys want to send them in 😏

[bookdragon-shenanigans]

Violet: Don't be a head. Don't be a head. Don't be a head.

Aaric:

[callsign-rogueone]

the archives // Fourth Wing masterlist

welcome to the fourth wing.

these are all reader inserts, using the second person “you”. everything about a certain series, including my fics and things I’ve reblogged that fit their vibe, will be tagged as “#Garrick and Angel”, “#Brennan and Duchess”, etc. see this post for further information. requests are currently CLOSED / VERY SLOW until I get more caught up, but my ask box is always open to chat about FW, the girlfriends, or whatever! last updated: 10.05.24 ((I’ve posted a few things since then, but haven’t added them to this list.))

standalone fics / headcanons

Aaric Graycastle - intimacy alphabet Bodhi Durran - by your side - where were you in the morning? - not that bad at all - the night we met - intimacy alphabet - fractured - defective 🆕 Brennan Sorrengail - you're somebody else - this is me trying - intimacy alphabet - older (agegap!Bren) - you called - rest - defective (platonic) 🆕 Dain Aetos - midnight snow - part of the family - intimacy alphabet Garrick Tavis - all the small things - intimacy alphabet - one for the books Imogen Cardulo - the dress Liam Mairi - harvest day - intimacy alphabet 🆕 1. the spider 2. one too many 3. change of plans Mira Sorrengail - reunited - mercy Ridoc Gamlyn - not joking - love at first fight Xaden Riorson - a brief history of Navarre - intimacy alphabet - together 1. i wish i hated you all fourth wing boys: - excuses, excuses - under the weather - that time of the month - bedtime 🆕 - pet 🆕 all fourth wing boys + girls - study season random thoughts about multiple boys - dragon rings - xaden's birthday

girlfriendverse

Garrick and Angel about Angel 1. keep her safe 2. resson (garrick's version) 3. letters from samara 4. what was I made for? 4.5 thank you (optional spicy chapter in the middle of #4) - misc relationship asks - together (platonic Angel / Gare / Xaden) - he can call me angel if he wants to

Brennan and Duchess about Duchess 1. the last six years 2. allies 3. fireproof 4. the chess game - this is me trying - braids - relationship questions - thoughts about her and Xaden - thoughts about her rings - thoughts about "their songs"

Ridoc and Sweetheart about Sweetheart 1. love at first fight 2. like snow on the beach 3. questions 🆕 4. not alone - relationship questions

Bodhi and Darling (no particular reading order) about Darling - not that bad at all - by your side - the night we met - deja vu - glad it was you

Sawyer and Peach about Peach 1. faking it 2. the south star 3. field work 🆕

Liam and Spark 1. at last 2. alone with you 3. the beginning of the end 🆕 - relationship questions

Dain and Love about Love 1. falling, floating, flying 2. reunification day

Aaric and Sunny 1. conscription day 2. assessments

misc girlfriend stuff - modern!girlfriends' music tastes

poly fics

Dain + Xaden - our girl Ridoc + Sawyer 1. hey roomie Garrick + Bodhi - three in the morning Xaden + Liam - liam's lesson

not reader inserts

Garrick / Sloane - wrong to love you Ridoc and Sawyer - lean on me 🆕

[mysterylilycheeta]

“My father couldn’t stand the first guy I really dated and never knew about the second.”

Aaric turns his entire torso around to look at me. “How many letters?”

I narrow my eyes. “Six.”

He lifts two sandy-brown eyebrows. “I mean…it fits.”

“Absolutely not.” Heat stings my cheeks.

IT'S DEFINITELY HALDEN, ISN'T IT!?!?

She keeps acting weird everytime HALDEN is mentioned, she definitely dated him😭😭😭

[theelizamanelli]

Look at the Size of his Ego

Pairing: Aaric Graycastle x Female OC one shot Word count: 3.5k Rating: 18+, mdni Tags: golden retriever x black cat, fourth wing universe, enemies to lovers, fighting, blood and violence, dominant x submissive, explicit smut Summary: Aaric Graycastle is surprised to find that Evelina Stormbridge has discerned his true identity. After a night of guard duty Aaric finds that Evelina doesn't dislike him as much as she carries on.

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“As if I don’t know who you are, Aaric,” Evelina bit out, taking a step towards him.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he avoided her gaze, staring past her towards the rush of students in the hall. His blatant disregard for her intelligence seemingly placing Evelina on edge. 

“I am a citizen of Navarre, do you believe I am so simple that I do not know what our Prince looks like?” she pierced him with an icy glare. 

He took no note of the warning in her tone, acting as if she were merely an inconvenience. “You have me conf-” seething, she stepped behind the pillar - shoving him against the stone. 

Aaric’s green eyes widened in surprise, briefly flashing with a hint of admiration. A small smirk threatening the edge of his lip as he leaned his head against the chill of the wall. 

“I would be careful of the words that come out of that pretty mouth next. I am unsure you are prepared for the consequences,” her face was angled upwards as she stared him down.

“I wouldn’t dare underestimate you, Evelina,” Aaric’s gaze dragged along the features of her face, hesitating on her lips, before returning to her eyes.

She faltered momentarily, her eyebrows creasing before she shoved his shoulder, “Ensure that you heed that advice for the remainder of your time at Basgiath. However short it may be, Your Grace.” 

Evelina adjusted the strap on her shoulder before starting towards Battle Brief, a slight warmth spreading along the tips of her cheeks. 

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Aaric found himself unsure how a momentary slip up at the end of Professor Kaori’s class had ended with his back against the wall and the murderous glare of a pretty girl threatening to swallow him whole. 

He felt positive that despite valiant effort he would be seeing her lips the next time he showered. 

Evelina Stormbridge was a formidable opponent, he had taken notice of her tactics on the mat - they were admirable at best and agonizingly hot at worst. As a fellow first year it was vital to evaluate all of his competition, not just the ones with beautiful form.

She had been sorted into Fourth Wing Claw Section, bonding to a green daggertail which revealed to Aaric that she was notably intelligent but had an unpredictable temper. All five foot five of her had stood in front of him with the aura of a six foot seven man that had a hundred pounds on him.

He shook his head slightly at the thought, a smile playing on his lips at the reminder of her glare. 

“Uh, dude, we are plotting here. Care to join?” Ridoc leaned into his vision, his hand splayed in front of Aaric’s eyes. He swatted it out of his face before turning towards Violet. 

“I wouldn’t say we are plotting, more preparing for the inevitable crumble of our social structure as we know it,” she cocked her head slightly, pursing her lips.

“You should be a motivational speaker,” retorted Ridoc with a chuckle. 

“What an insightful message from our fearless leader,” Rhiannon shook her head. 

“I’m not the leader here - you are,” Violet pointed at Rhiannon before continuing. “Listen, all I am saying is that it’s a matter of time before they all turn on the Fliers. It’s our duty to keep them safe. We are going to divide all Fourth Wing out for guard duty.”

Aaric’s gaze darted to the front row where Evelina sat, writing in a notebook as Professor Devera entered the classroom. Her posture quickly straightened, her attention snapping to the board.

“Did you hear me, Aaric?” Violet inquired, her body slightly leaning forward over the desk.

“Heard,” he turned his attention to the front as Battle Brief began. 

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The sparring mat spread in front of Evelina as she stretched, unsure of who she would be matched up with for the day. The recent introduction of the Flyers had been a welcome change, she had found herself in desperate need of a worthy opponent. 

Her only hope being that they all didn’t disappoint her.

Sitting down with her section, Evelina leaned towards Havana who whispered as she saw Catriona Cordella glaring in Violet Sorrengail’s direction. 

“If looks could kill,” she giggled before redirecting her attention to Emetterio who slowly announced the challenges for the day.

A laugh bubbled up from the Flame Section, Ridoc Gamlyn slapping Aaric Graycastle on the back as he continued his commentary. Aaric’s posture stood impossibly straight, his face refusing to feign interest in what Ridoc had to say. His gaze caught momentarily on Evelina who held his stare - her mouth tight as he threw a smile in her direction.

She huffed at his attempt at camaraderie, averting her eyes back towards Havana. The thought of the hunger in his irises as they lingered on her lips crossing her mind - the back of her neck warming.

“Aaric Graycastle and Evelina Stormbridge,” Professor Devera’s voice broke Evelina’s concentration as she gestured towards the mat.

She stood slowly before walking towards the edge of the sparring ring, careful to analyze Aaric’s movements in case they gave her insight to a weak point. She noted that his stride implied he was nimble for his size. Though she would never admit this out loud, she had found herself on a few occasions admiring his work on the mat. 

Aaric Graycastle was a formidable opponent, a smile threatened to spread across her face.

“Are you prepared for the consequences, Your Grace?” Evelina straightened before placing herself in a defensive stance. From what she remembered of Aaric he often played defense - she would attempt to draw him from his comfort zone.

“Oh, Evelina, I’ve been dreaming of it,” he smirked before mimicking her stance. 

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What Aaric had not counted on was his opponent’s perfume driving him to distraction. He circled Evelina a few times, from what he had catalogued she had an offensive fighting style. He was attempting to calculate the perfect time to strike before she was able.  

“Are you waiting for permission to attack, Graycastle?” she asked, her eyebrows raising. 

Analyzing her side step, Aaric was unsure if she was attempting to manipulate his emotions - goading him into exposing himself by lunging too early. 

“I don’t seek permission to do anything, Evelina. I would think my presence here would make that clear enough for you.” He watched as the corner of her mouth ticked, her eyes darkening. 

She lunged in his direction to which he evaded quickly, attempting to strike her side. She rolled out of the way, breathing hard as she stood.

“That was…a choice,” he cocked his head to the side, darting forward in an attempt to catch her off balance. Dodging towards the ground she threw her legs out to trip him. Aaric jumped before kicking at her chest.

Evelina strategically fell backwards, rolling towards the edge of the mat. 

“I assumed any spoiled rich kid had to be told what to do. My apologies, Your Grace,” She fell back into pace with him, Aaric frowned before throwing a punch which Evelina dodged - grabbing onto his outstretched arm. Using his momentum she flipped him upside down - he landed hard on the ground.

Evelina stood over him, placing her hands on her knees as she bent down, “I see now that your superior upbringing only contributed to the weight of that ego - I am surprised you were able to stay upright for that long,” 

She smiled before retreating from the mat, wiping her hands on her pants. Aaric’s eyes lingered on her frame as she sat back down next to a dark haired girl from the Claw section. 

Breathing heavily, Aaric could feel a familiar tugging in his lower stomach.

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The group of Fourth Wing members that had volunteered for Flier guard duty stood in the assembly hall, Rhiannon divided them into groups of two - assigning each to specific areas. 

“Aaric, you’re with Evelina ,” Rhiannon pointed to the two before turning towards the next. 

“Damn, now if she kicks your ass I won’t be able to watch,” Ridoc whined, shoving Aaric’s back.

Evelina leaned against the wall, her face void of emotion as she pushed from the stone and walked in his direction.

“Good luck, you’re going to need it,” Ridoc whispered before walking back towards Rhiannon. 

Aaric took a step towards her, gesturing in the direction of their assignment. She huffed, rolling her eyes before striding down the hall.

“I didn’t take you for a Poromiel apologist,” he stepped carefully in line behind her as they meandered through the area on guard. 

“I am not a blind follower,” Evelina retorted, her head on a swivel as they entered the academic wing.

“Neither am I,” Aaric continued down the hall, he noted that Evelina faltered slightly at his comment before bristling - returning to her previous rough demeanor.

A rough clatter to the ground caught their attention as they looked towards a classroom, Evelina threw the door open to find a first year tangled with a second year. Aaric bit back a laugh as pink spread through her cheeks, she began to speak but held her breath instead.

He pointed at the two who had startled at their entrance, “You two, back to your dorms - orders from the higher ups!” They quickly straightened their clothes before rushing out the other door. 

She stood in front of him, the burn present on the back of her neck. He leaned down - whispering in her ear, “Everything okay, Evelina?”

Goosebumps erupted along her exposed shoulder - the black tank top a stark contrast to the color threatening to consume the remainder of her body.

She swallowed hard, quick to move forward through the classroom. There was a glint of light streaking from underneath the desk, Evelina leaned down to grasp the object.

“She left he-” she paused as the realization of what she was holding dawned on her.

A pair of pink panties with silver metal hearts in the side gleamed in the moonlight.

“Oh, Evelina,” he murmured as she threw them back to the ground.

“I didn’t realize what they were!” she yelled defensively, turning in his direction.

“Of course you didn’t,” he responded with a sarcastic nod as he took a step in her direction, she shot him a pleading look.

“Please, as if I would even kn-” she paused, shaking her head. “I just mean, I wouldn’t want to pick up someone else-”

Aaric chuckled, taking another step towards her. Evelina retreated slightly, the back of her knees hitting the desk, “I am not explaining myself to the likes of you.”

He momentarily admired the moonlight streaming over her features, the pink of her nose as it scrunched in frustration. He dragged his gaze down to her lips, he could almost taste them - how soft they would feel against his own. 

Evelina squirmed slightly under his gaze, “Listen here, Graycastle. Let’s get one thing straight. I could easily take you down right here, right now if I wanted to.”

“Do you want to?” Aaric asked, his lips curling into a smirk.

She hesitated, noting how his sandy brown locks fell forward onto his forehead as he leaned towards her. 

“You know, Evelina. There are other things that this pretty mouth can do,” his breath was hot on her face as he neared her lips.

She swallowed hard, “We have a job to do, Your Grace.” Her eyes betrayed her - darting down towards his lips.

“Oh, please, Evelina. You haven’t thought about the job once in the last five minutes and we both know it,” she had fully backed against the desk, sitting slightly on the wood as Aaric occupied the space between her legs - staring down at her. 

He reached his hand out, one finger tipping her chin upwards, “Admit it. You want to kiss me as bad as I want to kiss you.”

Evelina licked her lips quickly, his green eyes boring into hers, “I abstain from the question,” her teeth clenched.

Aaric chuckled softly, “Why is that?”

She sighed before responding, “As a rule, I do not lie,” the realization flashed across Aaric’s eyes before his gaze darkened.

“Oh, fuck it,” he muttered before he pressed his lips hungrily against hers. 

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Evelina gasped as he collided with her, his kiss desperately consuming her. Her eyes fluttered closed, she instinctively leaned her head back as his tongue swiped against the inside of her lower lip. 

A moan slipped from her throat, she flinched as he pulled away from her.

“I know you can do better than that, Evelina. Now lay back,” Aaric licked his lips, straightening. 

The haze of lust crowded her mind as she slowly pushed herself back onto the desk, leaning back on her hands as she watched him drink in her body.

His tall form bathed in the soft light of the sky, she could not help but admire how attractive he looked standing over her.

Though she noted that this was the only time she would ever let a man above her. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Aaric whispered, his hand sliding along the outside of her thigh. 

“Even when I am kicking your ass on the mat?” Evelina breathed out a small laugh as he slid his hands towards her hips, his finger tracing the bare skin exposed by her tank top riding up.

“Especially when you’re kicking my ass on the mat,” he murmured, a shiver sliding through her as his knuckle pulled the waistline down slightly.

Her breath hitched, “Lift your hips, Evelina,” he instructed - his eyes hazy with desire. 

Bracing her hands on the woods, she pulled her hips into the air as Aaric slid the fabric down her legs before throwing them onto the ground. He gazed down at her hungrily, sliding his hand along her bare thighs before placing his palms underneath her knees - pushing them back.

Evelina’s hands slid along the wood as he maneuvered her - her legs bent as she was splayed in front of him. 

“Exactly what I thought…beautiful,” his eyes dragged along her exposed middle - warmth spreading along her face as he licked his lips. 

He slid his hands along her inner thighs before tracing a finger down her heat, she tensed at his touch. 

“I thought you disliked me, Evelina?” he teased, “This suggests otherwise.”

“I don’t dislike you, Graycastle,” she replied softly, “Honestly, I respect you for turning against your own blood in order to stand up for what is right.”

Evelina paused, surprised at her honesty, “Tell anyone I said that and I really will kill you.”

Aaric’s features softened at her confession, his eyes analyzing her face before sighing. 

“Heard,” he slowly bent down to his knees, Evelina leaned forward to watch his descent. At his height he was eye level with where she regrettably wanted him most.

“Are you going to analyze my moves here, too?” he asked with a quirk of his brow. Evelina straightened her shoulders before opening her mouth to protest.

His tongue swirled around her clit in an agonizing circle, her words caught in her throat as her head slowly lulled backwards. 

Oh, fuck.

Aaric pressed his palms into the back of her thighs, forcing her legs further backwards. The angle change elicited a strangled moan from Evelina’s lips, she quickly pressed her hand to her mouth.

Pausing, he pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed softly before straightening.

“Now, Evelina, take that hand off your mouth. I want to hear you,” his voice was deeper, husky with lust. 

She paused briefly, her eyes widening as he increased the pace - staring at her intently as she slowly dragged her hand from her lips. 

“Good girl,” he breathed before pressing his lips to the lower part of her stomach - sliding one finger inside of her.

Evelina jolted, arching her back with a soft moan. She could hear his low chuckle as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, a second finger slipping into her growing wetness. 

Aaric maintained a rhythm as he kissed the opposite thigh - feeling the reverberation of her trembling. 

He slowly licked her clit eliciting a sharp hiss before sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh, Gods,” Evelina moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.

“Your Grace,” he corrected before repeating the motion with his tongue. 

She bucked her hips against his mouth as his fingers continued in an agonizing rhythm that had her teetering on the edge. The familiar build simmered in her core as she writhed against his tongue. 

Aaric increased the pace of his fingers as he sucked her clit inwards, Evelina tumbled over the edge - grasping onto his hair as she arched backwards, “O-oh, fuck, Aaric.”

Breathing heavily, she slumped against the desk as he straightened - looming over her. He licked his lips before reaching his fingers in her direction, “Taste yourself,” he demanded.

Evelina sucked a breath in before opening her mouth slightly, he slid inside - she wrapped her lips on the knuckle before her tongue swirled around her wetness. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmured before sliding one hand to trace her neck and the other over her breast. He pulled the tank top down, exposing her nipple to the cool air. Aaric leaned down and sucked it into his mouth.

Evelina wrapped a hand around the back of his neck instinctively, arching into his touch as she moaned. He pressed a soft kiss to her neck before mimicking his previous action with her other breast. 

He groaned as she lifted her hips to drag herself along his pants, “Aren’t you impatient?” 

Aaric dragged a finger across her sensitive clit, she tensed against him with a hiss. 

“What a needy little thing,” he whispered before pressing his lips against hers, Evelina wrapped her legs around his waist before sliding her free hand into his hair. She was desperate for contact, sliding her tongue into his mouth as he pressed his hard length against her bare skin. 

She pulled away, her face flushed as she bit out, “Listen, Graycastle, if you don’t fuck me right now I am going to take matters into my own hands,”

Aaric smirked, “Next time, I am taking you up on that offer, Evelina.” he unbuckled the belt allowing his pants to fall to his ankles. 

Evelina swallowed hard as his length sprung free, cocking her head to the side at how big it appeared. 

No wonder he had an ego. 

She leaned back onto her elbows, pulling her knees back as she stared Aaric in the eyes.

He groaned at the action before grabbing her thighs, sliding her to the edge of the desk. He slid himself against her, gathering the wetness. She shivered at the friction against her clit, her body so warm that she felt as though she was going into a frenzy.

“Stop playing around, Graycastle,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering.

“I thought it was Aaric? Or is that only when I am making you cum?” he smirked before sliding himself inside - he hissed as she moaned. The slow spread rushed to Evelina’s head, the feeling of fullness increasing as she took him inch by inch.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gritted out as he pressed his palms to the back of her thighs as he peered down at where they were connected. Once he was fully seated inside of her, he paused - his eyes fluttering closed before he sighed.

Aaric opened his eyes, staring down at Evelina’s flushed face as he began to slowly move inside of her.

She groaned as the pleasure spread from the edge of her toes to the tip of her nose, a slow tingle passing through her legs. 

His green eyes bore into hers as she tilted her head back, he increased the pace - pressing her knees further back. The angle change had him slipping deeper inside of her.

“O-oh, fuck, don’t stop,” Evelina moaned, desperately grabbing his hips.

“No intention of that, I promise,” Aaric gritted out, as his rhythm slammed into her. 

She tightened against him as the pleasure reverberated through her, her head dizzy as his pace was relentless, “P-please, fuck. Harder, Aaric,” she begged.

He shifted slightly and followed her instruction - her moans turning into whines as she fell over the edge again. Her legs shaking under his palms as he continued to pound into her, the sound of her wetness echoing through the classroom.

His movements became erratic as his groans deepened, Aaric’s voice raspy as his head fell to her shoulder - bucking inside of her, “F-fuck, Evelina,” 

Aaric breathed heavily, the warmth spreading inside of her as she let her head fall against the wood. He straightened slightly, his green eyes searching her own.

“No Your Grace?” Aaric inquired with a smirk, Evelina smacked him on the shoulder with a shake of her head. 

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Note from the author: Unfortunately I have fallen in love with Evelina so let me know if y'all want more of these two or if a different pairing is what you want to see (I am pondering a Ridoc one shot but have to find a good female OC for him)