#bodhi durran pov

[yanny-77]

TUH Chapter 7 Posted!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Word Count: 10,200/78,097

Summary: A visitor comes to Basgaith at just the right time, providing Bodhi with the perfect distraction from his feelings, relationships, and attractions. Still, there's only so long he can put off a conversation with Cohen. The truth always comes out in the end.

Excerpt:

Annoyance flitted through his bond with Cuir. Aotrom is a fine dragon. Bodhi couldn’t keep the grin off his face. And that has nothing to do with the fact that you find him handsome? I– Gotcha! If you didn’t want me to notice, you shouldn’t have talked so much about him, Cuir. No more than you talk about his boy. That’s different. Ridoc and I are just friends. If his boy is just your friend then Aotrom is just mine. She huffed and retreated from Bodhi’s mind

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[philokaliist]

Feelings that come back,and feelings that never left.

Xaden Riorson x OC (Irellya Aetos)

A small peek at my new fanfic + quotes.And yes,I’m alive,apparently,lol.

“…What happens when the girl who is described as the embodiment of winter - cold,icy,detached,deadly…yet so incredibly beautiful,falls in love?The only right answer:chaos.”

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“…But that girl…could it be?Indeed it was.The tiny clumsy girl he had saved from drowning all those years ago.Now standing in front of him,shooting him the darkest glare he had ever received from a woman.Well…some people never change,so it seems.”

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“Emptiness in her eyes.But a storm in her soul.”

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Irellya Aetos. Sister of Dain Aetos. Adopted (p.s:She LOATHES Colonel Aetos,so yeah,get ready for that).Born on the 21st of December,on the Winter Solstice.

Irellya,having wished to be a healer,and having spent most of her years studying herbs and magic,alongside other topics she simply found fascinating,is forced by her father to enroll into the rider’s quadrant.Just as Violet,her best friend,had been,by her mother,which,honestly,Irellya wasn’t particularly fond of either.

Although she is…odd…and does not look as one would perceive ‘normal’,that doesn’t mean she will be stepped on.

Because those who mess with her,or anyone she loves,end up in two ways:Dead…or damaged beyond repair.

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[she-whatshername]

Ok when we all read the the new Xaden POV, are we going to gather in groups of threes and meet under a tree to discuss?! I need to converse and unpack the everything and nothings lolol. Below is me entering your DMs and convos with my bag full of theories

And the said theory I want to discuss is…

CYGNIS have entered the chat! As I am building their world, characters and culture from the scraps of them in the book it was awesome to see their name mentioned

And Xaden confirms my theory that they’re ruthless, and ‘Stubborn Assholes’ which my OC, Cree is EXACTLY THAT! Literally the two sentences in the pov validated my months of making stuff up about this place

I feel it in my bones something is up with that province; poisonous flowers, their 4 day revolution, they also don’t get along with Poromiel and their monarchy, the number of venin attacks that happened there, Rhiannon being so close from there and mentioning families were separated when the wards and borders when up…👀👀

I really hope Cygni is explored in the third book, I have a lot of Cygni theories about Bodhi and Xaden and but until then I’m just going to write it a down in drifted and pretend it’s real lolol

[ubiquitouslyme]

Fanfic Master List

So I just learned people do this thing where they post their AO3 works on Tumblr. I've giving this a try! I have lots of ideas in the works, so I'll add to this over time.

I love hearing your thoughts, so don't be shy!

Fourth Wing / Iron Flame / The Empyrean Fandom

WIPs

Xaden's Year 2 (WIP, 14/? chapters, 135,126 words)

Garrick Tavis - Companion Chapters to Year 2 (WIP, 4/? chapters, 44,104 words)

Imogen Cardulo - Companion Chapters to Year 2 (WIP, 4/? chapters, 49,229 words)

Bodhi Durran - Companion Chapters to Year 2 (WIP, 4/? chapters, 28,992 words)

Game On (a Bodhi / Liam story - a prequel to Under Cover) (WIP, 8/? chapters, 90,320 words)

Under Cover (A Riorgail story set in the Game On world) (WIP, 1/? chapters, 1,514 words)

Completed

Xaden's Year 1 (Complete, 32 chapters, 117,854 words)

Xaden's Year 3 (Pre-IF) (Complete, 39 chapters, 147,618 words)

Here for the Video Games (a Bodhi / Liam story) (Complete, 2/2 chapters, 8,861 words)

The Odyssey of Imrrick (RQ Fic Exchange fic - an Imrrick story) (Complete, 11/11 chapters, 65,921 words)

Coming Soon:

Xaden Year 3 (post-IF revelations included)

Solstice Exchange Fic

Game Changer Fandom 🌈🏒

The Hollanov Story (Shane / Ilya interview post-The Long Game, 2 chapters, 21,677 words)

Contract Conversations (Shane negotiates his contract in The Long Game, 1 chapter, 4,657 words)

[alanaever]

BTWT snippet !

Imogen, though, is less focused on her phone and more on Garrick—her gaze flicking between him and her screen with a rhythm that’s almost too obvious.

I almost point it out to Bodhi, ready to tease Imogen for her not-so-subtle glances at Garrick, but something in Bodhi’s face makes me pause. He’s watching the group, but his focus isn’t scattered like mine. There’s a faint smile on his lips, softer than I’m used to seeing from him, a kind of quiet contentment that catches me off guard.

His gaze lingers on Liam.

[soulofapatrick]

Between Battles and Breaths - Bodhi Durran x female reader 

Summary: You can’t sleep, terrified of your enemy you’re facing tomorrow in the challenges and you find yourself seeking comfort in Bodhi 

Warnings: None 

Words: 2.6k

Y/N's POV

I can't sleep. The thought of who I’m up against in tomorrow's challenges has kept my mind racing for hours, churning over every possible scenario. My nerves are a live wire, and the gnawing certainty that this is one I’m not going to win gnashes at me. The others are better, faster, more experienced—and me? I’m just trying to make it through each day without making a fool of myself.

My feet drag across the floor as I pace, the creak of the wooden boards below me a repetitive comfort in the stillness of the night. I know I’ve practically worn a path into the carpet by now, walking the same few steps over and over, but it’s better than lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the panic to consume me. With a huff, I finally stop and run a hand through my hair, frustrated.

I can’t do this. Not like this.

Before I can think twice, I grab my flight leathers, pulling them on with shaking hands. It’s reckless, stupid even, to sneak out so close to curfew, but if I stay in this room for one more second, I’ll go mad. The air feels thick, suffocating, and I need to breathe.

The dormitory halls are quiet as I slip out of my room on the first year’s floor, the faint hum of the academy settling for the night, a reminder that I should be too. But instead of heading outside like I’d planned, something draws me upwards, my feet carrying me to the second-year floor before I’ve even realised what I’m doing.

I hesitate at the top of the stairs, wondering what exactly led me here. I’m not even sure how or why I ended up in front of his door—Bodhi Durran’s door. But I stop there, my hand hovering over the handle. The smart thing would be to turn back. He’s the last person I should be bothering right now, with my nerves as raw as they are, but there’s a pull in my chest that won’t let me leave.

Through the narrow gap in the door, I catch a glimpse of him.

Bodhi lies there, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. The dim light from the window barely touches his face, but it’s enough to see the peaceful, almost boyish look that settles over him in sleep. His sharp features, usually so intense, are softened in this moment of calm. Tousled dark hair falls across his forehead, and there’s something about the way his brow is relaxed, the usual storminess in his expression completely at ease, that makes him look younger than usual, more vulnerable.

I should go, I think, taking a step back, but the thought sticks in my throat when he stirs. The slight rustle of the sheets is enough to send my heart skittering, and before I can react, Bodhi’s eyes flutter open, dark and still heavy with sleep.

He squints at me through the dim light, confusion crossing his face as his gaze lands on me standing hesitantly in the doorway. For a second, I don’t think he’s going to say anything at all, and I wonder if I should just leave before he fully wakes up.

But then his voice, rough and gravelly from sleep, cuts through the silence. “What are you doing here?” His tone is low, hoarse, and it sends a shiver down my spine. It’s not accusatory or irritated, just… curious, like he can’t quite believe I’m standing there.

And in this moment, neither can I.

His dark eyes take in my appearance, sweeping over me with a sharpness that leaves me feeling exposed, bare. A crease forms between his brows as he pushes the blankets aside and sits up, the confusion shifting into something else, something that makes my heart beat even faster. Without a word, Bodhi swings his legs over the edge of the bed, the sheets rustling as they fall away, revealing his body—lean and muscular, his chest broad and defined. He’s only wearing boxers, and it takes everything in me not to let my eyes linger on the way his muscles shift under his skin with each step as he moves toward me.

I feel breathless, like the air has been sucked out of the room, replaced with a thick tension that presses against my chest. My throat tightens with nerves, and I force myself to breathe, but it’s hard to focus when he’s so close, when the sight of him leaves my thoughts scattered, my body anxious in all the right ways.

Bodhi stops in front of me, his presence overwhelming, his gaze dark and steady. For a moment, neither of us says anything, and the silence between us feels charged, like the crackle of a storm about to break. Then, slowly, his hand reaches for mine.

The moment his fingers wrap around mine, it feels like I’ve been set on fire. His hand is large and calloused, rough from training and fighting, yet somehow warm and steady. My pulse quickens at the simple touch, the anxiety in my chest twisting into something deeper, more intense. His thumb grazes the back of my hand, sending a shiver racing up my spine, and I bite my lip to keep from gasping aloud.

“Come on,” he murmurs, voice still thick from sleep, tugging me gently into his room. The door closes softly behind me, the click of the latch echoing in the quiet space. His room is dimly lit, the moonlight slipping through the curtains casting long shadows across the floor. It’s sparse, with only a few personal touches—a pile of worn books on the bedside table, his boots kicked off haphazardly near the window��but it feels so undeniably him. Practical. Focused. Just like Bodhi.

He leads me toward his bed, his hand still holding mine, and the closer I get, the more overwhelmed I feel. The air between us is thick with unspoken words, a tension that leaves my thoughts spinning. I’ve always had a crush on Bodhi—who wouldn’t? But I never thought he’d look at me like this, with an intensity that makes my knees weak, that leaves me wanting something I can’t quite put into words.

“Sit,” he says softly, guiding me to the edge of the bed. My legs feel shaky as I lower myself onto the mattress, and Bodhi moves to his knees in front of me. The sight of him kneeling there, his face inches from mine, sends a sharp ache of longing through my chest. It’s a position that feels intimate, almost too intimate, and I have to resist the urge to reach out and touch him, to run my fingers through his dark, tousled hair and pull him closer.

I’m still trying to process what’s happening, still trying to catch my breath, when Bodhi’s hands reach for my boots. He works in silence, deft fingers unlacing the leather with a skill that speaks of years spent in flight leathers himself. When he finally pulls the boots off and sets them aside, his hands return to me, grazing the skintight leathers of my pants legs as he slides his palms slowly, deliberately, up toward my hips.

The touch sends a rush of heat through me, my pulse quickening as his fingers trail higher, a soft, feather-light touch that makes my breath hitch. His hands find their way around my back, moving with purpose but not rushing, until his fingers find the lacings of the dragon armour my brother made for me before I walked the parapet.

He undoes them with practiced ease, and I feel the tension in my chest loosen as the bindings fall away. The weight of the armour lifts, but it’s nothing compared to the weight in my heart, the yearning that’s only grown stronger the closer Bodhi gets.

I’ve wanted him for so long, and now, with him this close, his touch so careful and his gaze so intent, I can’t help but wonder if he’s wanted me too.

Bodhi stands and lifts the now-loosened corset armour from my shoulders, handling it with surprising care before placing it neatly on the chair by his desk. The room feels heavier in the quiet after the sound of the armour settling, my heart beating wildly in the stillness. When he turns back to me, his eyes drop to my waist, his fingers hovering just above my hips. His gaze flickers up to meet mine, and for a moment, everything stills.

He hesitates, his touch light, asking for permission without words.

I nod slightly, barely noticeable, but Bodhi catches it, and as soon as he does, my hips rise instinctively. His fingers deftly find the buttons of my flight leathers, working through each one with an unhurried precision that makes my pulse race. The heat of his touch burns through the leather, and when he finally shimmies the pants down my legs and to the floor, the sensation is almost overwhelming—his hands, warm and firm, feel like fire in my veins.

Once I’m free of the leathers, Bodhi moves away from me, crossing the room toward the washroom. I watch him through half-lidded eyes as he disappears for a moment, only to return with a worn shirt in hand. He approaches me with a soft look in his eyes, holding it out like a peace offering.

The shirt smells like him. There’s a faint woodsy scent, warm and earthy, like pine and leather, mixed with the sharper tang of the wind that always seems to cling to him after a day in the sky. Beneath it all, there’s something uniquely Bodhi, something comforting, steady, that grounds me even as my mind whirls with everything happening between us.

He turns his back to give me some privacy, and I waste no time. My shirt and bra come off quickly, discarded without thought, and I pull his shirt over my head. It’s too big, falling to mid-thigh and swallowing me in its softness, the fabric still warm from his skin. I take a breath, letting the scent of him wrap around me like a second skin, comforting in a way I didn’t expect.

By the time I’m done, Bodhi is already shuffling around me, his movements slow and sleepy, but purposeful. He climbs back under the covers and without hesitation, wraps a strong arm around my waist, pulling me toward him. The warmth of his body presses against mine, the heavy weight of his arm a reassuring presence as he draws the blankets over both of us.

He’s close—so close I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back, the heat of him chasing away the lingering chill in the room. His nose brushes against the back of my neck, and I shiver, not from cold but from the sensation of him so near. Bodhi’s thumb rubs slow, soothing circles along my waist, and it’s enough to make my body relax, melting into the space between us.

“What’s got you up in the middle of the night?” he mumbles, his voice soft and rough with sleep. His breath tickles my neck, warm and steady, and I can’t help but smile faintly at the quiet concern in his voice, even half-asleep.

I don’t answer right away, too lost in the feeling of him holding me, the weight of his arm a comfort I didn’t know I needed. The anxiety that had gnawed at me all night is still there, but it’s quieter now, softened by the way Bodhi holds me like I’m something worth protecting.

Finally, I murmur, “Just… tomorrow.” The words are barely more than a whisper, but Bodhi seems to understand, his arm tightening slightly around my waist in silent reassurance.

Bodhi pulls me even closer to his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat resonating against my back, anchoring me in this moment. His voice, still laced with sleep, drops to a low murmur, sending soft vibrations through me. “You’ve got this, you know,” he mumbles, warmth pooling in his words like honey. “You’ll kick their asses tomorrow.”

His confidence in me feels like a shield against the anxiety that had clawed at me all night. I can’t help but smile, feeling the tension in my chest ease just a little.

“And if that other guy tries anything outside the rules,” he continues, his voice dipping even lower, “he’ll have to deal with me.” There’s a protective edge to his tone that makes my heart flutter, the notion of Bodhi standing up for me sending a thrill through my veins.

He rests his chin atop my head, a gentle weight that feels comforting and safe. “You’re stronger than you think,” he adds softly, each word wrapping around me like a warm embrace. “Just remember that, and you’ll be unstoppable.”

In his arms, with his sweet reassurances washing over me, the fears that had once felt so insurmountable start to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm. I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of him, feeling utterly enveloped in his warmth and unwavering support. 

Just as I’m falling asleep in, Bodhi is nudging me gently, urging me to roll over and face him. I comply, shifting so that I’m looking directly into his dark, expressive eyes. His hand finds my cheek, his touch warm and inviting, and heat floods my skin at the contact. It’s as if his palm ignites a fire against my cheek, sending a shiver of warmth spiralling through me.

He studies my face for a moment, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips, and then he leans down, brushing a barely-there kiss against my lips. It’s sweet, feather-light, and it leaves me wanting more. My heart races, and before I can think, my hands find their way into his dark curls, relishing the silky softness of his hair between my fingers.

But it’s that soft kiss that sends all coherent thoughts flying from my mind, leaving me breathless and craving. Bodhi deepens the kiss, tilting his head to fit us perfectly together, and the world around us fades away. The taste of him is intoxicating—warm, with a hint of mint and something uniquely Bodhi that sends a spark of electricity through me.

His lips move against mine with a gentleness that contrasts the intensity of my racing heart, each brush igniting a heat that spreads through my entire body. It’s as if he’s exploring, learning every curve and contour of my lips, and I’m lost in the sensation.

Every nerve ending tingles as he kisses me properly, the connection between us growing more profound with each passing moment. There’s a sweetness to the way he cradles my face, a tenderness that makes my heart swell. I can feel his warmth radiating through the kiss, wrapping me in a cocoon of safety and longing.

When he finally pulls back, our lips lingering just a breath apart, I can’t help but chase his mouth for just another taste, a whisper of connection that leaves me craving more. The air between us is electric, thick with unspoken feelings, and in that moment, I know I’ve stepped into something beautiful, something I never want to end.

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[angstywaifu]

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Garrick Tavis:

The Lost Sister (completed series) 💕🌸

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Garrick Tavis Head Cannons 🌸

Just One Date 🌸

Reunited 🌸

Goodbye 😡

Means To And End - One Shot Garrick POV 😡

I Just Want To Talk To Them 😡

Happy Birthday 💕🌸

I just Want To Talk To Them Part 2 - The Reward 💕

Garrick Tavis Dad Head Cannons 🌸

Garrick Tavis Pregnant Reader Head Cannons🌸

Behave 💕

New Feelings 🌸

Is That Blood? 🌸

Wrong Advice 💕

Orders Gone Wrong 🌸😡

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Love Letters 🌸

Options 🌸

He's Watching You Again 🌸

It's Nothing 🌸

Ridoc Gamlyn:

Matchmaker 🌸

Xaden Riorson:

I Think I Deserve a Kiss 🌸

All Alone 🌸

Not Meant To Care 😡

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Surprise🌸

Eyes On Me 💕

Brennan Sorrengail

Can We Not 🌸

Cuddle Head Cannons 🌸

Love Doesn't Suit You 😡

Take A Chance 🌸

Dain Aetos

You Think I Wanted This 😡

Sawyer Henrick

Wrong Advice 💕

Fourth Wing Boys

Challenge Head Cannons 🌸

Crescent City

Ruhn Danaan

Shut Up. Make Me.

Shut Up. Make Me. Part 2 💕

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[garricks4thwingqueen]

*Whispers* angry love confession with Garrick after years of pining?

After All This Time Garrick Tavis X Reader

Word Count: 1950

Irish Gaelic for old Tyyrish: Princess - banphrionsa. 

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of angstyness.

 Two years prior to Fourth Wing 

                                                                       Y/N POV

   You woke up at 5:30 a.m. the morning that Garrick had to leave for Basgiath. You looked over to your right where the gentle sleeping giant teddy bear lay. No you and Garrick weren’t a thing even though you had a crush on him for as long as you remember but you remember overhearing Xaden’s warning speech to Garrick that you as Xaden’s little sister were off limits for well forever. And now after the uprising of parents you and Garrick were now foster siblings so anything more should be pushed to the back of your minds right? Wrong. Your heart felt so heavy this morning as Garrick stirred awake. He was leaving to start the school of hell; and you were going to be stuck here in a foster home that was probably the worst placement for all 107 of you.  At least Garrick was going to get to see Xaden again. You just hoped that they would both survive their  first two years so you could see them both when you started your first year at Basgiath War College. 

                                           Garrick’s POV

   “Good Morning Princess.” “Tis not.” Y/N huffed, crossing her over her chest. “Oh come on please don’t be pouty for me. We aren’t going to see each other for another two years.” “Or never.” I sat up in bed cupping her cheek. “Hey let’s not think about that yay?” “Yay ok sorry.” She mumbled with a sigh. “Let’s go get some breakfast before I have to leave in three hours.” She nodded her head slowly getting out of bed. “Come here.” I said holding my arms out. “It’s going to suck for us both but it's going to be ok. I promise. My banphrionsa. I will always find you no matter what and maybe one day we can truly be together.” 

                                            Y/N POV

   Garrick had said to you after breakfast that morning after breakfast placing a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving for Basgiath. It took everything in you to not run after him and get a real kiss. A real kiss that you may never get.

                                                  Y/N POV

                                             633 August AU 

    It had been almost three full weeks since you had been reunited with your brother and Garrick as well as Imogen, Liam and your cousin Bodhi. But gods was it hard keeping your true feelings for Garrick pushed down. You weren’t 5 year old little kids anymore; even Imogen was starting to pick fun at your not so subtle glances at Garrick or your subtle reactions or over reactions when other girls started to flirt with the now third year cadet. 

                                                          Garrick’s POV

   It was now three weeks since I had seen you again. I was shaking out of my wandering thoughts by Bodhi as I stood watching you spare another first year cadet. “Like what you're seeing Tavis?” Bodhi chuckled. “Lay off Durran. At least she can still fight.” I smirked as I watched you walk towards your water bottle after you had won the match of the Matthias girl. “Like what you see Tavis?” You smirked at me on your way back over. “I-” “Oh he absolutely does.” Bodhi chuckled. “Wanna take a picture so it’ll last longer?” She asked and did a twirl that landed you in front of my chest. I chuckled deeply. “Miss me princess?” “Terribly.” “Careful your brother is in ear shot.” “Maybe  I don’t care what Xaden thinks anymore.” “Maybe you should care what he thinks.” Xaden huffed from my right. “Maybe you should stop pining after the Sorrengail girl if you want to care about mine and Garrick’s relationship.” I chuckled at your remark and how quickly the smirk faded on Xaden’s face. “I just care that you're safe. Is that too much to ask of my little sister?” Xaden snapped. “You know I could choose to be with any of these other cadets in this hell hole; say Ridoc perhaps. You should be lucky I’ve been pinning for Garrick since we were kids, foster brother or not.”    

        I growled at your response to Xaden. “You will not be with any other cadet in this god damns school.”  “Overprotective Gary?” She giggled. “Damn straight for gods knows how many years I’ve been wanting you and god forbid that I’ll let being foster siblings or your actual brother get in the way of us anymore Y/N. I swear if anyone tries and stop us now I will have Chradh char them right where they are standing.” “You're mine and mine alone and finally safe with me.” 

                                                   Y/N POV 

   Damn this was hot. You thought to yourself. You knew it would be heated, maybe a tad bit of anger in the air when you and Garrick finally confessed feelings for each other. But god's damn was he really your over protective Gare Bear. “Safe in Basgiath. That’s kinda ironic isn’t” You smirked slowly wrapping your arms around Garrick’s waist, making sure to look at Xaden; who now was standing arms crossed angrily over his chest. You smiled as Garrick chuckled softly; “Yeah, I guess it’s ironic, but you're safe with me. No one will touch you while I’m around, no one can say anything harmful. You understand that banphrionsa?” You nod your head burying it into his chest. “No one but you.” You said quietly. “What was that princess?” “No one but you. I’m yours.” 

   “That’s right, princess. Only I get to be this close to you. Only I get to touch.” As Garrick spoke to you noticed it shifted to a tone that you weren’t quite used to. One that was dominant yet serious, but oh hells did it do things to you.    

     “I don’t care that you’ll always be my foster brother now. At least you're not Xaden and not my actual brother. But now, we don’t have to push our feelings for each other way down below the surface.” You said in a tone you tried matching Garrick’s with but it wasn’t quite there. Looking at Garrick you could now tell there was a hint of possessiveness in his eyes as he spoke to you next: “Yes my princess, we don’t have to push our feelings down now. I am not pushing my feelings away for you anytime soon love, because you're mine now.” 

  “I’m all yours Tavis. Whether Xaden likes it or not.”  You made sure to glance at your brother who now looked like he was fuming. But you quickly looked back at Garrick as he started to rub his hands against your hip, a wide smile on his face as he spoke: “Damn straight You are. Xaden’s going to have to learn how to share you. Because I won’t be giving you up anytime soon.” 

   God your heart fluttered. You knew Garrick had always been protective of you and Xaden and those he considered close friends. But damn, now that it was solely directed to you as his; it was doing things to you in your lower abdominal region. “Gods I missed you.” You breathed. 

       Garrick stood looking down at you which was a good two feet difference with Garrick being 6’ 6” and you just 5 feet even. “And I missed you, princess. A lot. Putting up with Xaden for two years on my own….” “But you; I also thought about you every goddamn day Y/N. I never stopped thinking of you. Thinking of you being stuck in that foster home all by yourself.”  

    “Same.” You admitted in a tone that was much softer than Garrick’s. “When I got your first letter knowing that you and Xaden were still alive after you finished your first year here. It was like the greatest breath of fresh air ever.” 

          You didn’t think it was possible but you could have sworn Garrick’s expression darkened a bit at your words. His hands still on your hips giving them a tight squeeze as he began to speak; “The first year here was a nightmare, Princess. You wouldn’t believe the hell Xaden and I went through during it.” Your eyes softened as you gripped his waist tightly. “I know being the oldest of the rebels you both have-” You started to say as Garrick cut you off “Hey, focus on right now, with me, my banphrionsa.”

    You sighed “That whole first year you left. I made a calendar on the wall marking the days so I’d know when to expect the first letter from you or Xaden after your first year here ended and you were able to send letters.” “You made a calendar Y/N? A whole entire year?” Garrick asked, speechless. “Yeah I made two actually. The next one marked every day a letter was sent and received and of course when I could see you again. Right on their cream walls.” You smirked. “I bet they were pissed off by that.” Garrick chuckled. “Yeah I kept it hidden when I was there. I'm sure they could have wished they could punish me for it. Maybe toss some more verbal slurs out about how we are rebel trash.” 

  Garrick chuckled. “You made two calendars on their precious cream walls just because you missed me, missed us.?” “Yeah all because I missed you. And I knew when we slept together in that house it had just been as friends. But after all that time of almost four years sleeping in the same bed it felt so cold after you left.”  “You were alone in that cold house without me… god’s it drives me crazy; Knowing you were alone and cold while I was here. While Xaden was here.” You hummed in response “Like you said we are here now. We have each other finally I get to say I love you and mean it with nothing holding us back. 

   “Say it again.” Garrick breathed, threw a raspy breath as his eyes darkened and the grip on your waist tightened. “I don’t get to hear it from you first Gary? You giggled. “You want me to say it first? Garrick chuckled. “I mean I’ve said it once it’s only fair if you say it again before I say it twice.”  “Stubborn runs in the Riorson bloodline, I swear.” Garrick chuckled. “Then my early threat stands. Should I go find Ridoc?” You smirked.

    Garrick let out another low growl. “Damn it no.” He chuckled. “I love you Y/N Riorson. Damn it, I always have and you know how damned hard it's been keeping that to myself all these damned years?” “Yes I know; I’ve had to do it myself and the feeling of finally getting to say I love you. Feels so god damn freeing.” You both earned a huff coming from Xaden but ignored it; as Garrick said earlier he was going to have to learn how to share. 

    “Say it again.” Garrick said through a rasped breath. “Now I’ve said it twice. Is it really fair for me to say it a third time before you say it twice?” Garrick chuckled; “I love you; Y/N Riorson and your right it feels so gods damn freeing to be able to say it.”  

       “Take me upstairs, Garrick.” You smirked, running your fingers through his hair. “You want me to take you upstairs princess?” Garrick rasped. “Take me to your dorm on the third floor, Garrick. I’m still bunked in a massive room with a bunch of first years so no way in hell is that happening.” Garrick chuckled as he picked you up bridal style and started carrying towards the stairs that lead up to the third floor dorms. 

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned to a spicy part two!  (Also I should apparently not post synopsis before I start writing the physical fan fic lol)

Part 2

[crisalidaseason]

How to build a dragon saddle (Riorson, Durran et al)

Summary: In which we learn how Violet's saddle was made.

Tags: Set in fourth wing, sgaeyl being an icon, Tairn being a menace, xaden is stressed, Bodhi is here and tired, attempt at humor, xaden pov

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This is a manual written by Xaden Riorson and Bodhi Durran, with the additional contributions of the war dragon Tairn and Basgiath’s blacksmith Hôrtencia Nahal. This pocket size codex aims to guide the ones who may be interested in building dragon saddles, from the very basic step of sketching the design until the actual production and assembly of the contraption. It is important to take into account that the advice given in this book is open to adjustments as the craft is widespread and alterations might be necessary.

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It is highly advisable to enlist the help of competent people when making a dragon saddle. Be certain to choose crafters that have a solid grasp of calculations and design, who are able to find the perfect balance between lightweight and strong material. Once the crew is established, begin the journey.

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The knock on the door was merely a formality since Bodhi could simply barge through his room anytime - and Xaden was beginning to regret that decision. Though he tried not to bother his very exhausted cousin that often, the current task at hand could only be done with his help.

“So, why the summon?” Bodhi said, dropping on the desk chair.

Xaden neatly placed his boots inside the wardrobe and put his dirty uniform inside the laundry basket “I need your help making a saddle”

“Sure” he said, shrugging.

And that was exactly why he loved Bodhi. Garrick or Liam would have made an infinite amount of questions and most likely terrorized him once they finally put things together. Xaden did not have time for that. His cousin, on the other hand, was way less adamant on making his life harder.

“I made some sketches” Xaden said, pointing to his table “but you’re the talented one in the family, any thoughts?”

Bodhi stretched, yawning in the process, his exhaustion clearly showing through. He took the notepad and reviewed the ideas with a focused stare, most likely noticing every single mistake Xaden made while coming up with designs.

“Could use some refinement, but overall it’s great” Bodhi replied “I’ll make some adjustments and bring it to you”

“Do you think you can do this until tomorrow, I’m in a bit of a hurry”

“I can try” his cousin shrugged “though we’ll need Tairn’s measurement to make a final sketch”

Xaden chuckled “I never said who the saddle was for”

Bodhi lifted his eyes from the sketch, unimpressed “There is only one cadet within our wing that can’t keep her fucking seat”

“I could be making it for me” Xaden shrugged.

“You possess far too much pride for that” Sgaeyl interrupted.

“I highly doubt it” Bodhi laughed rather loudly, unknowingly agreeing with her “though I am curious as to why are you even bothering to do this”

Xaden knew Bodhi was not necessarily open to Violet, though he was never threatening towards her. His question was a genuine attempt at understanding what had changed over the last few months, understanding why Violet was suddenly all that Xaden could focus on.

“War games are in less than two weeks. I would like to stay alive and that will not happen if Sorrengail breaks her neck on a free fall”

Bodhi remained silent, clearly not buying the half truth. Both cousins stared at each other for a few minutes too long and Xaden felt his own mind spin at what was left unsaid. In all honesty, he was making that saddle because he was terrified. After the shit that went down at Montserrat, the middle Sorrengail’s words rattled in his mind.

“Find a way for her to keep her seat. We both know she’s dead if she doesn’t”

Despite his anger towards the woman, she was right. Xaden always worried about the fact Violet could not keep her seat and the near danger experience was enough to feed his nightmares with the imagery of her falling to her death. Once could say it was simply his self-preservation speaking - it was the reason he voiced to everyone - but the cold hard truth was that he felt his stomach twist at the thought of her in danger.

“I guess it would be inconvenient” Bodhi replied, standing up and walking towards the door “I’ll have something more substantial by tomorrow at breakfast”

Said and done, his cousin sat beside him on the breakfast table with too many sketches, to the point Xaden was going cross-eyed at the calculations and details. Bodhi was a pool of excitement while explaining each adjustment’s positive and negative aspects, a complete contrast to his usual apathy.

“I think this one might be better” Xaden decided, pointing at a specific drawing “I like the triangle chest plate, it seems more efficient to keep the straps in place. Though we should simplify the saddle”

Bodhi took his pencil and quickly scribbled the suggestions.

“What are you doing?” Garrick said, sitting down on the breakfast table with the usual monstrous amount of food on his plate.

“A saddle” Bodhi simply replied, waving a hand at Garrick as if he was bothering them “yeah, I was thinking about it too, it needs to be practical”

“A saddle?” Garrick questioned, but none of the cousins paid him much mind.

“All we need is the measurements and that is completely on you” Bodhi announced, already standing “find me when you have the numbers and I’ll finish this by the end of the day”

Xaden watched his cousin practically sprint outside of the mess hall - he had a very strong worry of being late.

“Care to explain why you’re making a saddle?” Garrick inquired, fork pointed at him.

“Reasons” he replied, peeling a tangerine “anything to report?”

Garrick narrowed his eyes at him and Xaden was sure he would not escape the interrogatory his best friend would put him through eventually.

“Nothing I can’t handle, but-”

Garrick’s voice disappeared from his hearing range as soon as the prickly sensation settled on the back of his head. Xaden turned just enough to widen his peripheral vision, noticing as Liam and Violet entered the room alongside their squad. She was smiling at something his brother was telling her - a contrasting sight compared to her miserable self after Montserrat. Her mesmerizing hair was braided over her shoulder instead of the coronet style, which made Xaden’s throat dry at the sight of the brown to silver fade.

Fuck. He wanted to unravel that braid and run his fingers through the strands so badly.

Unfortunately, she hated his guts at the moment, maybe always did but only circled around it due to their obvious tension. Regardless, that kiss - just like the first - was a huge mistake and it reminded him of how little he deserved her. The sight of Dain fucking Aetos comforting her a searing reminder that he would never hold her like that.

“Stop staring” Garrick pulled him out of the trance by kicking his shin “honestly, Xaden, this is bordering mental affliction”

“Cradh’s rider has a valid observation, you distract yourself with the general’s daughter. Quoting what you humans say: get a grip” Sgaeyl’s tone is indifferent.

“I am not staring” he simply replied.

Garrick snorted “just obsessively following little Sorrengail’s every step with your indirect vision”

Xaden did not dignify the accusation with an answer, turning his attention back to his fruit.

“Wait a minute” Garrick put his fork down, his shit eating grin already present “are you making a saddle for her?”

***

“Riorson” the middle aged woman pushed her goggles up, eyeing him suspiciously “it’s your second visit in such a short time”

He ducked just enough to avoid hitting his head on the door, entering the room fully. The heat was the first thing he registered before the sulfurous scent of the coal.

“Consider it your luck, Hortência” he replied.

The blacksmith rose to her full and considerable height, circling her working table and feeding the fire “More daggers?”

“No, not this time” he explained “I need to make a dragon saddle”

She sent him a surprised glance at first, but a grin soon painted her angular features “finally tired of smashing your balls riding that dragon of yours?”

He could hear Sgaeyl’s amusement through the bond and quickly reinforced his shields - he had heard enough of her commentary for a lifetime “No. Think you can do it?”

She took her gloves off and crossed her arms, narrowing her brown eyes at him “The disrespect of you to ask me if I can”

Xaden raised his hands in surrender, he knew better than to insult someone who walked around with incandescent poking sticks.

“Can you make it in about four days?”

“Do I look like a fucking whirlwind to you?” her voice raised to the usual scolding tone.

Xaden contained his frustrated sigh and unceremoniously dropped a bag very full of coins on her table “this is just the first half, I’ll pay the same amount when it’s done”

She eyed the bag with the usual interest whenever Xaden had a request “I can prioritize it, I suppose. How do you want it?”

“I’ll have my cousin drop you the final sketch. I have to measure the dragon first” he replied.

“When were you born?” she asked.

Xaden was very much confused with said question “I fail to see why this is important information”

Hortência laughed, putting her gloves back on “Just in case I have to make your death plate”

The only person who can measure a dragon safely is their rider.

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“Could you tell your mate-”

“Am I a pigeon? Tell him yourself” Sgaeyl’s voice was harsh.

Xaden gritted his teeth, but did as she said anyway because he knew better than to argue with his very temperamental dragon. Grounding on his hill, he seeked the onyx lines that curved just around the silver strands of Violet’s bond. He had to hold the urge to reach for her mind - the intimate sensation of lacing his conscience with hers unmatched - and connected with the dark colored line that connected him to Tairn.

“I’m making Violence a saddle”

For a moment he wondered if the black dragon had shielded him out. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“It seems you can be of use, Wingleader” the deep male voice rumbled through Xaden’s head.

Huh. Odd. He genuinely thought Tairn would put up a fight over using a saddle. He had this entire discourse ready to try and convince the dragon.

“I see no disadvantage in accommodating my rider”

That was strangely…kind. But Xaden made sure to hold that thought before Tairn decided to incinerate him for the audacity. Maybe that old grumpy thing was more lenient than he had originally thought.

“I’ll need to measure you” Xaden spilled before regret swallowed the words.

A growl erupted from that specific bond. Yeah. A saddle? No issue. Having Xaden around his vicinity without the Silver One? Absolutely not. At least for that he had prepared: use Tairn’s weakness - and his.

“I have no desire to be near you either, but we have to do this for her” Xaden argued “the sooner we do it, the faster it’s over”

Silence reigned over the bond for a few minutes and Xaden wondered if Tairn was privately speaking with Sgaeyl or had actually blocked him.

“He speaks with Andarna” she replied “he refrains from making decisions about the general’s daughter without speaking to her”

Xaden was never aware of how that bonded-to-two-dragon thing worked, but it did not surprise him that they included the small dragon in decisions. He secretly hoped Andarna could put some sense into her guardian’s head.

“I reluctantly accept to be measured”

It's not easy said, let alone done. First, there was no measuring tape large enough to circle around Tairn. They had to make do with unreasonable amounts of rope tied together - ropes Xaden had no idea how Bodhi acquired it. The easy step was measuring the expanse of the chest but when it came to measuring the distance for the straps, he could feel his left eye twitching.

“Would you stop moving for a fucking second?” he practically growled when Tairn shifted his front leg again.

Of course that fucking grumpy dragon would not make things easy for Xaden, it would not be Tairn otherwise. He had no fucking idea what Sgaeyl saw on him, honestly.

“I could ask the same about the general’s daughter” her voice echoed in amusement.

He tried not to scoff at her words. It was obvious what he saw on Violet. Her infuriatingly hot intelligence, her fucking perfect face, her fucking hair! That hair! Even her reckless streak was mesmerizing. Xaden was fucked when it came to Violet Sorrengail. Everything about the woman invited him in.

“See? You have your reasons and I have mine, now focus!”

Xaden reluctantly returned his attention to the giant black dragon making his life a living nightmare and managed to finally finish the measurement. He shouted the numbers for Bodhi - who was standing at a safe distance - to write down.

“Fucking finally” he said with more anger than prudent in front of a war dragon “I’ll have to test the fit on you once the saddle is done, so could you please not repeat today’s stunt?”

Saying please to Tairn was definitely bitter on his tongue. Not that he was against the word, but the only person he would ever say please to was five foot nothing and currently disliked him very much.

“Under one condition” the dragon replied “I do have requirements”

Xaden’s groan of frustration could be heard from miles away.

It is important to use high quality materials - specially the leather for the saddle belts and seat. It is also interesting to consider that the straps will have to be made of a blend of metals to ensure durability, it must be strong but lightweight.

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After the cousins handed the measurements, the blacksmith’s eyes shimmered at the sight of the final sketch and Xaden knew he had won her over. Nothing spoke louder than money and glory when it came to that particular blacksmith. Barely three days later, she sent a message for him to visit the forge as soon as possible and he did not hesitate.

“Neat work” he commented, gliding a finger on the metal’s surface.

Hortência had outdone herself again. The chest plate was sturdy but light enough that Xaden and Bodhi would be able to carry it without much trouble. The leather straps were as thick as they come - which cost more money than expected. In the middle, a discreet mechanism could be felt only by touch - one of Tairn’s many requirements that Xaden had to spend an entire night designing with Bodhi.

“You tell me if any alterations are needed, don’t you fucking dare look for another blacksmith”

Xaden fought a smile as he saw the distinct signature on the corner of the chestplate “would never dream of doing so”

Testing the saddle, though, proved to be unfruitful. Because of fucking course that monstrosity of a dragon disliked it. The weight of the chestplate was beginning to burn his arm muscles as Tairn refused to wear it.

“And to think I praised your usefulness” Train grumbled.

“What the fuck is wrong this time?” he sounded every bit exasperated as he felt.

Fucking Violet. If Xaden didn’t pathetically like her so much he would not be fucking dealing with her asshole of a dragon. Damn the day that beautiful woman crossed the parapet and turned his world upside down.

“The material of the straps will collapse under fire exposure, Wingleader. Change it”

With that ultimatum, Tairn dismissed him - flying to the vale with Andarna right behind him. Xaden sighed loudly, trying his best to support the chestplate on the ground before it toppled over. Sgaeyl was still there, though she made absolutely no move to aid him.

“Didn’t go well?” Bodhi said from a distance, almost invisible due to the waning moon night.

“The straps need to be metal” he shouted back “what do you think about a strong stolen liquor and another night of designing?”

Bodhi pulled a face that meant ‘absolutely not’

“Alright”

***

“I need your help” Xaden mumbled.

Garrick lifted a dark thick brow and a wicked smile spread through his face “look who decided to include me on their little art project”

If they were not in class, Xaden would absolutely have punched him right in the nose “The saddle is fucking heavy and I think Bodhi is avoiding me”

“He definitely is” Garrick kept scribbling nonsense in his notepad “something about you using his drop of free time”

“Are you going to help me or not?” Xaden commanded a shadow to steal his friend’s pen.

“Relax, shadow man. I will. I am at your service”

Two days later, a few hours into the early morning, both of them were on their way to the flight field. Train and Sgaeyl were already there, blue morning hue barely reflecting on their scales. Garrick grunted behind him as the weight of the newest version of the saddle was considerable. They stopped in the middle of the field, setting the chest plate on the ground and undoing the binds that kept the metal chains coiled.

“I can handle it” he said to Garrick “prepare for the meeting”

“You sure?”

“Tairn tolerates me, but I don’t think he’ll accept you around”

Garrick shrugged, retreating quickly to the citadel. Xaden unraveled the last chain and stood up, breathing deeply. He needed all the patience in the world to deal with Tairn and unfortunately he did not have any.

“Is it to your liking?” Xaden said in the fakest civil tone he could muster.

Train’s growl rumbled through the field “It seems acceptable this time”

“I’ll have to put it on you to test the fit”

“I thought I told you all of my requirements, including the one saying I have to be able to wear it on my own”

“All of your requirements were met, but I need to check where improvements may be needed, so would you please cooperate once?”

The dragon growled again, lowering his head to be eye level with Xaden “So be it, Wingleader”

Xaden should have known that Tairn’s compliance always came with a price. The dragon made sure to be out of reach just enough for him to struggle looping one of the straps around his foreleg - he had to jump! - The rumbling in Tairn’s chest seemed almost like a mocking laughter and Xaden was dreadfully remembering the fact he would share the rest of his miserable life bonded to that aggravating creature.

“I need to place the saddle, can I climb up there?”

“It will be your last deed before I eat your burnt carcass”

Vivid.

Of course Xaden would have to humiliate himself further by throwing the saddle around like a fucking lunatic, but at least he had good aim and was able to land it correctly the second time. Once the other strapped was looped around Tairn’s left foreleg, Xaden joined one pair of them at the belly and braced himself for the ultimate strength of connecting them to the triangular chest plate. It took all of his training and core strength to do it, but he managed.

Finally, fucking finally!…and then a second later he was staring at the dawning sky and the wind was knocked out of his lungs.

“Hold your breath” Sgaeyl’s voice commanded and he did not question it.

Seconds later, a small column of fire singed the air where Xaden had just been standing. He turned quickly, protecting his face from the heat until it passed.

“What the fuck, Tairn?” he shouted once the fire ceased.

“You pinched my chest scales!” he said, outraged.

Xaden stood up faster than ever, quickly retreating backwards and glaring at the black dragon “I could have died!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I aimed above your head” Train raised his neck and chuffed, a puff of steam reaching Xaden’s face.

“Your mate is insane” he growled down Sgaeyl’s bond “and how kind of you to defend your rider!”

“You brought this upon yourself when you took this quest” she said, unbothered “and I did defend you”

“By knocking me on the ground like a sack of grains!”

This saddle better fucking work because at this point Xaden could genuinely die of rage and it would be very embarrassing considering all the shit he survived so far.

“I was going to ask you for a test flight but I will refrain from losing my fucking life here”

“Wise decision” Tairn growled.

The seat must be as simple and practical as possible. Padded for comfort and with a raised edge for an easy grip. It should also be waxed regularly to ensure water resistance. Decorative designs are completely optional.

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Xaden hesitated for the third time and frustration was beginning to build in the pit of his stomach. Dropping the carving tool, he stood up and returned to his pacing. He was dreading asking him for help but there was no other choice. There was nobody more skilled in carving than Liam Mairi. Unfortunately, his brother was also a little shit that would tease Xaden the entire fucking time because of what he was requesting to be carved. The very intricate protective runes he sketched would be the biggest proof of his not-so-self-preservation reasoning.

“As if Deigh’s rider was not already aware of your affections towards the woman, cease this torturous hesitancy and be done with it” Sgaeyl grumbled.

He swallowed his pride and decided that it would be best to follow his dragon’s advice. He took the saddle seat and the carving tools he had purchased during the weekend and walked towards the first-years floor. His signet informed him who was asleep or not. Quietly, he knocked on Liam’s door and waited impatiently.

“Xaden?” his brother was still in uniform.

He motioned silently towards the room, to which Liam nodded and pulled him through the wards.

“So you really were making a saddle” his brother commented.

“Garrick can’t really shut his fucking mouth, huh?” Xaden complained

“Nah, it was Bodhi who told me” Liam shrugged, clasping his hands together “what’s my job then?”

Xaden felt really bad asking one more thing for Liam, he really did, but he was fucking desperate. War games would start in two days and he still had to wax the saddle.

“I need you to carve some runes for me” he spilled.

Liam took the saddle from his hands and walked to his table, pulling out a small, but full pack of tools - of course Liam already had the tools.

“What do you want me to carve?”

Xaden sighed quietly and handed his brother the small paper.

“Alright, this won’t take long” he concluded “might as well sit down and wait”

He had spent many nights in his foster home watching Liam carve. Specially on nights of insomnia - like the current one. His brother worked with agility, the sounds of the tools barely audible as it cut into the leather. Silence prevailed and Xaden was honestly surprised that no teasing comment made an appearance.

“That’s nice of you, by the way” Liam’s voice was quiet.

Xaden fought a scoff. He doubted any of his actions could be considered nice. He was doing it out of guilt and fear.

“I am sure she will protest using it” he bitterly replied “might as well hide it’s my doing and put all the glory on you”

“I highly disagree” Liam continued “she needs to know you did it. That you care”

At that point he was not sure if any of his actions could ever redeem him in her eyes. He was just an asshole that was tied to her by dragon bonds. A fucking asshole that kisses her for his own selfish reasons and still hopes she reciprocates any of his fucking feelings.

“I don’t think she wants me to care” Xaden admitted.

Liam smiled sadly and shook his head, returning his focus on the saddle.

“You’re so blind sometimes, Xaden”

[edlihtam]

Bonus Chapter!

Xaden arrives at Basgiath just before Conscription Day. Bodhi has been missing for a while now but he's back!!

This is Xaden's POV when he finds Bodhi again in chapter 29:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56804518/chapters/146967205

Xaden

The damn horse is going to give me hell, and she knows it. I mutter a curse under my breath, watching Garrick quicken his pace to catch up with her. He better not leave her sight, not even for a second. 

I turn my attention to Storm, who snorts as if he’s in on the joke. « Alright, you stubborn beast, » I mutter, taking hold of the reins. The horse immediately pulls back, jerking his head and stamping his hooves, clearly not interested in cooperating.

« Great, » I sigh, tightening my grip on the reins. « Just great. » I still can’t believe my father’s horse’s relationship with El. The special bond they share. Since my father’s death, Storm doesn’t let anyone else come near him other than her, or Bran whenever she’s away for too long. He’s a magnificent horse when she’s around, and a hellish one when she’s not. 

Storm rears up slightly, and I struggle to keep hold of him. « Liam! » I call out, my voice strained. « A little help here! »

Liam hurries over, eyes widening as he takes in the scene. « Oh shit! He’s really giving you trouble, huh? »

« Understatement of the year, » I mutter, wrestling with the reins as Storm tries to pull away again. Liam grabs the bridle, helping me steady the stallion.

« Easy, boy, » Liam murmurs, his voice soothing. Together, we manage to calm Storm enough to start leading him towards the stables, but it’s a struggle every step of the way. 

After getting Storm and our horses in overcrowded stables of the war college, we continue our search for Bodhi, and hopefully secure lodging for tonight. I can already see rainclouds gathering on the horizon and I really don't want to have to sleep in the rain the night before parapet.

We finally find another inn, less crowded than the last but still buzzing with activity. The innkeeper, a stern-looking woman with sharp eyes, greets us as we enter.

« Looking for a place to stay? » she asks, her tone brisk.

« Yes, » I reply, scanning the room. « And a friend. Bodhi Durran. Has he checked in here? »

The innkeeper’s sharp eyes narrow slightly as she checks her ledger. « Yes, he has, he got the three last room. Just moments ago, actually. »

Before I can respond, a familiar voice sounds from behind us. « Missed me? »

I spin around to see Bodhi, a smug grin plastered on his face. Relief floods through me, but it’s quickly overshadowed by a surge of anger.

« What the fuck happened, Bodhi? » I demand, stepping closer. « Where the hell have you been? »

Bodhi raises his hands in mock surrender, still grinning. « Easy, Xaden. I got held up, that’s all. »

« Held up? » I echo, my voice dangerously low. « Do you have any idea how worried we’ve been? You just disappeared without a word. »

Bodhi’s grin falters slightly, and he sighs. « I’m sorry, guys. Really. I had to go to Calldyr. It turned out to be more complicated than I thought, but I rushed here as fast as I could. »

Liam, who’s been watching the exchange with a mixture of amusement and frustration, steps forward. « What were you thinking, Bodhi? You could’ve let us know somehow. »

« I know, I know, » Bodhi says, rubbing the back of his neck. « I just... I thought it’d be quick. I went all the way to Luceras for nothing. Couldn't get any reliable information on her. But hey, I saw Imogen, and she wanted me to remind you, Xaden, that if you die this year, she’d personally go to Malek to have you resurrected just so that she can kill you again. »

« Always so sentimental. » I say, shaking my head. But then I realise, « Her? » my irritation flaring again. « Really, Bodhi, you couldn’t have picked another time for girl problems? »

Bodhi shrugs. « It doesn’t matter now. I’m here, aren’t I? »

« Yeah, you’re here, » I mutter, trying to push down the lingering frustration. « But next time, a little communication would go a long way. »

Bodhi’s face falls a bit, and he nods. « You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll do better. »

Liam shakes his head, a wry smile on his face. « So, are you going to tell us more about the girl, then? »

Bodhi’s expression shutters, his usual carefree mask slipping into something more guarded. « No, » he says, his voice flat. « It’s complicated. »

I sense something in Bodhi’s voice that tells me this girl hurt him. Badly. It’s not like him to be this closed off, especially with us. Whoever she is, she’s left a mark.

Bodhi quickly changes the subject, looking at Liam. « What’s Liam doing here, anyway? »

I sigh, the tension easing slightly now that Bodhi’s here with us. « Liam’s here to escort Elysande back to Lindell. She insisted on riding with us. »

Bodhi’s expression shifts immediately, a mix of surprise and something I can’t quite place flickering across his face. It’s gone in an instant before he schools his features into a neutral mask. I know he’s been dying to meet El for a while now. 

Well, he actually already have, years ago. But he does not know about that. Somehow, their paths had crossed briefly when he was checking on our allies in Navarre’s capital. I am not entirely sure how El ended up alone in a market in the outskirts of the city when she was supposedly guarded like a princess at all time. It doesn’t really matter, she always does whatever she wants. 

But she found herself in Bodhi’s arms for a split second and it was enough for him to be completely bewitched. He had been fascinated by his mystery girl, always mentioning her whenever he’d get a chance, and that’s part of the reason I never wanted them to meet. Liam’s feelings are one thing but Bodhi would never have the same self control. He’d go after what he wants, consequences be damned. Even if those consequences could lead him to his death. 

But now, they're going to meet, and there’s nothing I can do about that. I can’t help but wonder what Bodhi's reaction will be when he realises she’s his mystery girl from the market. Maybe it will distract him from his current heartbreak. Or maybe his current heartbreak would be enough to keep him grounded. 

« Bodhi, you okay? » Liam asks, noticing the shift in Bodhi.

Bodhi blinks, then forces a smile. « Yeah, just didn’t expect Elysande to be here. »

Liam nods. « She came to Tirvainne with Prince Halden a few weeks ago. Something happened at court. Something bad and she had been staying with us. She insisted on coming to see Xaden and Garrick off. Typical El. »

Bodhi frowns. « What do you mean something bad? » 

I watch Bodhi closely, sensing the turmoil while he tries to maintain his calm facade. He was there when El ran away and we thought she was dead. And he was also there for Liam when she came back, a shadow of herself last year. She has always been part of our group whether Bodhi has met her or not. He knows the stories, the pain, the victories. 

Liam gives me a look, daring me to answer. He suspects someone attacked her physically but has no idea of the extent of it. And I’m not about to reveal it now.

« Just court politics, » I say, keeping my tone even, avoiding Liam’s eyes. « She got caught in the crossfire. »

Bodhi’s eyes narrow, not entirely convinced but willing to let it slide for now. « I hope she’s alright. »

His jaw tightens, and he looks away briefly. When he turns back to me, his gaze is steady but shadowed with worry. Whatever happened with that girl has him on edge. Maybe meeting El is exactly what he needs to get over it and put his damn good looking smile back on his face again.

« Let’s get settled, » I say, trying to steer the conversation back to practical matters. « I’ve got a big day tomorrow, and I’d like to be ready. »

The innkeeper hands us three keys, each attached to a worn leather tag with a room number scratched into it. « Three rooms, » she says briskly. « Only one with a private bathroom. Take your pick. »

« Perfect, » I say, taking the keys. « El can have the room with the private bathroom to herself. Bodhi, you’re with me. Liam, you will share with Garrick. »

Bodhi hesitates, his expression uneasy. « Actually, Xaden, no offence, but I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks. I’m not sure I can handle your usual tossing and turning all night. Can I share with Garrick instead? »

I raise an eyebrow, caught off guard by his request. « You sure? Garrick snores like a damn dragon. You could share with Liam—»

Bodhi cuts me off. « Yeah, I’ll take my chances. »

[yanny-77]

Posted: The Underpants Heist Chapter 5

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Word count: 14,350/53,964

Summary: Bodhi goes into Chantara with friends and enjoys a special day not as a babysitter, marked one, or rebel but as a young man falling in love.

Note: This chapter is very much a Bodhi side quest. Sorry not sorry. Thanks for sticking with me! I've been sick for most of the last month so this is so much later than I planned it to be. I hope it's worth the wait.

Excerpt:

Bodhi spun on his heel and darted down the hallway toward the Fourth Wing second-year’s rooms. He came to a halt in front of Ridoc’s door and knocked. He heard scuffling on the other side of the door. The door opened.

 “Don’t freak out,” Bodhi blurted and pushed past him into the room. He didn’t want to give Ridoc a chance to question him in the hallway where prying eyes might see.

“Bodhi?” Ridoc asked, voice shaking and eyes wide. He closed the door behind them. “You’re naked.”

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Xaden POV: Fourth Wing by belle_beebee is stunningly written and an absolute must read.

The Underpants Heist by @Yanny77 Bodhi Durran has been in love with Liam Mairi since he was fourteen years old. It's a secret he's held close to his chest until a first-year from Liam's squad starts to get under his skin. Following War Games and the events at Resson, Bodhi is overwhlemed by grief, the rebellion, and his new position as Flame Sectionleader and finds himself turning to Liam's squadmate Ridoc for solace as the two scheme an elaborate plan to steal Commandant Panchek's underpants. And somehow, much to his surprise, Bodhi finds himself falling for the larger-than-life rider. - it is the absolute best story and Yanny carries the whole Bodhi/Ridoc ship on her shoulders with such grace. The writing is superb!

The Day Before It Changes Reunification Day as told from Garrick's POV as he watches his best friend falter, fumble, and fall in love.

Where the Line Blurs A rethinking of Chapter 22: What if Violet did try to seduce Liam? A mini character study on Violet, Xaden, and Liam if things turned out differently from Chapter 22.

Keep it Simple, Stupid Xaden parses through his feelings for Violet the day after they first kiss. Liam is totally on to him.

That’s My Best Friend Garrick watches his best friend fall hard for Violet Sorrengail. Set during both Fourth Wing and Iron Flame, and not necessarily in chronological order.

Something New Future fic in which Violet and Xaden are married, happy, and the war is over. I’d say Chapter 1 starts when Vi is about 26. Light on plot but heavy on joy because those two deserve it, dammit.

And of course, every story, but especially storm in the quiet by @justallihere the obsession is real

Which ones are your favorite Fourth Wing fanfiction? :)

I honestly haven’t read TOO many fics so if you guys have recs please let me know, but these are a couple of my favs:

Fear & Flame is so beautiful. It’s heavy in places, especially at the beginning, but Amy does such a wonderful job of handling it and I cried more than once. I need to go re-read so I can be fully prepared when she posts the sequel

let me also wear (such deliberate disguises) and there are worse games to play by revelationinthelightofday. The first one is a one-shot about Xaden with a future kid and the second is a modern college AU and I love them both like they’re my own children

justanothersarah is doing the lord’s work and carrying the immrick ship on her back and I’m eternally grateful

wrap me in your skin and bones (you’re electrical) is another king Xaden/arranged marriage AU. It only had 3 chapters so far but I was hooked immediately

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Game On (Chapter 7)

Let the Games continue...

Chapter Summary:

Bodhi and Liam's relationship develops...sort of. The gang makes more plans regarding their new arrangement with Alic Tauri. And we get a new character's POV.

Snippet:

Bodhi smiled.

“You’re hot, Mairi,” Bodhi said, raising a hand to put it against Liam’s cheek.�� It felt pretty fucking solid.  Real then?

Liam Liam or fake Liam, he wasn’t sure which, just laughed.  “Who knew all I needed to get a compliment out of you was to get you wasted, Durran?  I would have tried this weeks ago.”

“Why are you here?” Bodhi asked, trying to temper the excitement in his voice, even as he couldn’t stop smiling.  He wondered if he sounded as drunk as he felt.

“It’s not like you can drive, and no way in hell am I letting you risk getting abducted in an Uber when you’re this drunk.  You don’t even like them when you’re sober.”

Damn if Liam wasn’t making sense.

“So you came for me and Im?  Awww, that’s so sweet.”

Chapters:

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

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A.n: All parts number are together, anything under bullet points are single one-shots

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ONE SHOTS

☽⋆ Fourth Wing⋆☾

Bodhi Durran X Reader

Breaks and Bruises

Kicks and Kisses

Secrets and Sex NSFW

Teeth and Tongues Coming Soon! NSFW

Garrick Tavis X Reader

Stick and Stones Coming Soon!

Akrasia NSFW

SERIES

─THRONE OF GLASS─

Series. (Over 10 parts)

The Heart of the lioness

Status: Ongoing

Fenrys Moonbeam X O. C

POV: 3rd person

Info: Blood sworn to the fae queen Maeve, sister to the Lion. And mate to the wolf. Rumours of a new young fae queen drives Brielle to join her brothers in arms, Maeve's legendary warrior group, to aid the young queen in her fight for a better world. Many years Brielle has fought against the restraints Maeve has around her, but restrained she will be no longer. Because their times has come, Brielle will fight to her last breathe to defend her own and for their future lives in a new world made by a court of dreamers. The Heart of the Lioness isn't easily broken, but if she is to succeed, it may shatter before she has a chance to save herself

Total Reading time: 13 hrs 21 min

─A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES─

Series. (Over 10 Parts)

The Heart of the Flame

Status: Ongoing

Azriel X O.C

POV: 3rd Person

Info: Enya has spent her whole life living amongst the warmth of the day court. Hidden from the eye of the world. The shadows keeping her and her power a secret for years. Keeping her lineage a secret, from those who seek to harm her, and those she shares blood with. The heart of a burning flame is hard to be hidden by shadows when it was born to stand out. When tasked with teaching Feyre Curse breaker the art of the flame, Enya must first get to grips with her own magic and where it might come from. All the while the ever watching shadow, Azriel spymaster of the Night Court believes her to harbour secrets that run deeper. Secrets which could harm his court. He will stop at nothing in pursuit of finding every hidden detail within the Heart of the Flame.

—CRESCENT CITY—

Series. (Over 10 Parts)

The Heart of the Serpent

Status: Ongoing

Unknown Crescent City Character X O.C

POV: 3rd Person

Info: Breaking the mold into which you were born was always Inara's biggest challenge. The words of others are even more venomous to that of which she was used to. But when one has a mother as she does who needs true enemies. And who needs challenges when life is as poisonous as any venom. The Heart of this Serpent is shrouded by curiosity and a deathly desire for knowledge. Power. Anything that could give her an edge. But the world around her is crumbling, an ancient power unravelling, and her world had unwillingly be dragged apart of it, by forces unknown to her.

─THE HOBBIT─

Series (Over 10 parts)

Suffer me Smaug

Status: Ongoing

Throin Oakenshield X O. C

POV: 1st Person

Info: Calintíea Delanter, a female shrouded by stories and the embodiment of a myth is found by two princes as they travel to meet their kin in the humble aboad of a Hobbit in the shire. In her...state the descendants of Durin's folk choose not to leave her be and invite her to embark on a journey to reclaim the Dwarvish Kingdom of Erebor.

She too, knows of the fire storm which can destroy towns, she remembers and recalls it well, and she too has deals to settle with Smaug.

Side by side with the proclaimed King under the mountain and his kin can Calintíea help the company reclaim what is rightfully theirs all the while trying not to reveal herself to the people around her.

If they were to find out about her truths. They may cut her down before she has a chance to prove her worth to their journey.

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TUH Ch 7 Sneak Peek

I’ve finished the first draft of chapter 7! Usually at this point, I hate what I’ve written and want to quit writing, but for once, I actually like what I have so far.

I’ll spend this weekend editing and have a new chapter published for you on Tuesday!

They paused outside Imogen’s room. “Do you love her?” Bodhi asked.

“You of all people should know why—“

Bodhi waited for Garrick to finish his thought, sighing when it became clear that he wouldn’t. “Do you at least know what you’re going to say?”

Garrick shook his head. “I thought about it the whole flight here but nothing seemed right. I’m hoping something comes to me in the moment.”

“Do you want me or Xaden to give the eulogy at your funeral?

Read the first six chapters of The Underpants Heist on AO3!