#cs delight

[likhopinetree]

if i see one more post hating on turkish delights im gonna lose it. "why he betrayed siblings for that" stfu.

1. sugar rations during war, he is a kid who just evacuated from london during war

2. those were actually pretty popular sweets back then but due to it being luxury item they were mostly associated with christmas (so it's actually a foreshadowing to ask for them in place without christmas)

3. is it that you tried them and just didn't like them or is there a bias showing because different culture has different tastes and flavours

4. edmund is literally a kid. evil witch (he doesn't know she's evil) tells him to snitch on his sibs (he doesn't know her true motive) for sweets just for him that he doesn't have to share.

5. fuck u more for me then

i tried turkish delights once when i was very little and didn't like them but then later i tried different brands and types and loved all of them, even the cheapest ones from romanian convenience store. turns out it was the fault of the batch my father brought home being bad and not the sweets as whole. maybe try different type of turkish delights first before casting your judgement.

anyway.

[gemharvest]

Christmas 2024

[allthecastlesonclouds]

@bardace i got a lil too into it but im excusing myself because i love him. this one is getting inked right now and im. i love him he’s just. delightful

[safyresky]

Guess who FINALLY got more COLOURS for her MARKERS? THIS GAL! SO.

[rainintheevening]

@marietheran asking the real questions here!!!

[cursezoroark]

hi!! i love your ocs and your oc thoughts. how do you imagine rens feelings for mona developing through canon + post canon ? :0

Ough. First of all thank u,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I love them too it makes me v happy that u like them as well,,,,,,I’m a bit shocked about that actually,,,, and second of all,,,, oh god how do i explain this.

In the Canon Version of Mona’s Paragon Run (in my head). Ren does not return Mona’s feelings. At least from a romantic perspective. And not yet. Which is rlly funny considering what I’ve drawn so far. But as to why- meta reason- I can’t think of a timeskip design for Ren for Shit. I’m so sorry. I can’t think of Anything. I tried so many times because I Do have a timeskip Mona design after the main events but. nope. My brain draws several blanks.

for a more lore explanation as to Why I do have one. In canon, Ren and Mona just barely got the engines started on their friendship again, especially after he joined Team Xen. Mona was incredibly and surprisingly understanding to his circumstances as to Why he stayed with them, which Ren felt (and still feels) partially guilty for. I think from the beginning they had some hunch of what was going on because it really didn’t make sense to them for him to join after they both saw what happened to Melia (or they assumed) in the first place. Didn’t stop the sting of betrayal but it softened the impact.

As to canon feelings! I rlly like in the beginning there was this weird trail of envy of Ren to Mona’s strength, but it’s ironic since he’s the one who set Mona on the path to pursue it in the first place. There’s this admiring point from him that he can’t help feel as he’s heard of Mona’s adventures, and seen how they keep fighting. Of course, he doesn’t totally get over that envy, but processes it healthily when they reconcile as their relationship becomes more like rivals. They’re friends more than anything really. He’s mainly glad and grateful to have Mona still be his friend after all of the Xen stuff, and is rather determined to include them in his protection as he builds up his strength. And they both have a competitive streak so it’s fun to battle someone who wants an upper hand on you. If I had to say how he sees Mona from his presumed perspective,,,, A quiet person who’s way too kind for their strength.

As for post canon, well. This is where things slightly muddy for me because I have a lot of trouble picturing post canon Ren. This is mainly due to the fact I can Sense another character change incoming (with his mom kidnapped after all + Mosely, who the protag character presumably cares about as well) (Mona cares for Mosely immensely. Little sister). So I’m not sure how that might rock the boat. I await eagerly though. If Ren dies at some point in paragon I will laugh just a bit. Not because I hate him more of just the story beat itself. Sorry Mona.

Additionally, He Doesn’t Develop Romantic Feelings until they’re both in their 20s. Before this, I made it clear that Mona would confess at some point post-canon, get rejected, and they would both still have a really strong friendship. This was mainly for Mona’s growth, because I have a ton of feelings on them as a character. Now, I’m a person on the arospec, so romantic feelings are super. Super super super hard for me to describe in general, It feels disingenuous to say it happened like it would in romance medias or smth like that. I think it just kind of occurred to him at one point that he really liked seeing them be happy. That’s what I consider the peak of romanticism at least, to me. And saw them from a more romantically angled perspective. Which is quite awkward considering what happened in the past. But he still thinks they’re amazing for brunting through everything that’s happened in canon and continues to happen post-canon. Mona often leaves the region because they’re summoned by Anabel and Looker, so the days they began to spend hanging out together began to dwindle real fast. From days to weeks to months to at one point, a year. So contact often dwindles as everyone gets busy with their adult life and jobs. In post canon, Mona helps out even more, being one of the many to taste test his cooking as he works to become a Chef. I think he finds them really endearing, I made it especially so since Mona’s softened a bit on some edges after canon happened. (Not totally. I have thoughts on that.) So they smile a ton more than before, are more at ease with their friends, and is more free to explore the things they want to explore. And I think that really Gets to Ren because he’s never seen them be that relaxed, at least compared to before. It gets to a point where it kind of resparks his guilt for contributing to the harm that made them stiffen in the first place. So that’s a conflicting factor. But he’s grown to care a bunch for Mona, like many of their friends. I think the care is just from a different angle than others, but just as strong. If I were to be plain, he finds them cute.

So TLDR; no romantic feelings, just focuses more on Mona’s strength to carry out everything that’s going on. A strong friendship and rivalry overall. Post-canon. Marvels at how they’ve changed from the beginning, and is greatly endeared to how they’ve become more… I’m not going to say soft but more relaxed. romantic feelings start way later in their 20s.

[psi-scribe]

I should never be allowed to be let loose into a (mostly) second hand book shop. But I was so now my bookshelves must live with the consequences.

And I have to decide which to pick up when my current stack gets thinner.

[beeapocalypse]

grinding my teeth. unsure of how far i can push kitty b4 she goes from offputting to straight goofy

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Keller then quotes from Christian author and philosopher C.S. Lewis's book Mere Christianity:

If we let Him [God] will make the feeblest and filthiest of us into a god or goddess, a dazzling, radiant, immortal creature, pulsating all through with such energy and joy and wisdom and love as we cannot not imagine, a bright stainless mirror which reflects back to God perfectly (though, of course, on a smaller scale) His own boundless power and delight and goodness. The process will be long and in parts very painful; but that is what we are in for. Nothing less.

"In/Out: A Scandalous Story of Falling Into Love and Out of the Church" - Steph Lentz

[daylerogers]

Let The Music Play

We had the incredible opportunity to watch a concert where Mozart’s music was performed at the Golden Hall of Musikverein in Vienna, Austria. Each of the musicians was attired in garb that could have been worn by Mozart himself. John has been a board member for a particular organization for the past sixteen years, and their international headquarters is in Vienna, They graciously invited spouses…

[safyresky]

Shadowy Snippets: Easter Eve

(you can all thank @lmelodie for this sneak peak lmao. Blossom in armour is everything to me, and here's why >:)

The earth was cool and hard underneath her paws. Wind rushing through her fur, she sprinted on all fours, the evergreens towering above her, shading the park completely.

Blossom ran up on a rock, the split waterfall rushing down behind her. The sun peeked out over the clouds, just grazing the tops of the trees. The blue below her sparkled as the light tried its best to break through the foliage. Straightening up, she took a deep breath in. Holding it, she admired the scenery as she exhaled, popping up onto her back legs, front paws sitting just above her hind.

Lieutenant! Checking in!

Blossom’s nose twitched, a smile blooming to life on her muzzle.

General! Things are going swell over here! Squads 72 and 86 have reached the Kettle, she thought back, adjusting her belts as several of her siblings ran past her, jumping over one another. They laughed and bonked into one another, immediately tackling each other after impact, splashes abound.

The Easter Buns were a very rowdy type of magianimal.

And they got. Stuff. DONE!

Excellent! I’ve got Squad 94 with me. We’re just wrapping up here. 58 and 14 should be on route to you.

Aye aye, General! Blossom thought back.

Behind her, another bun hopped from stone to stone, scampering up the rock Blossom stood perched on. He stopped beside her, popping up on his hind and saluting.

“Lieutenant!”

She stretched her flank, eyeing the bun. “Major."

“Squads 73 and 87 are enroute. Squads 1 through 12 have begun to head back to the Burrow.”

Blossom’s ear twitched. “Right on schedule. Good!”

“Ahead, actually!”

“Even BETTER!” Feral grin in place, Blossom shook her brother excitedly. “Look at us GO!" She dropped him, the Major somehow managing to stay upright. "How’d the littlest squad do?”

“Amazing!” The Major hopped up beside her, sitting comfortably on his hindquarters. “They were lickity split! They’ve got promise, Lieutenant.”

“Hmm. We have challengers, I see.”

“Well, good thing your place is already cemented.”

“And yours.”

The Major laughed, scratching his side with his bottom right paw. “You know you’ll have to initiate combat again when it’s your turn.”

“Oh, please. I’d be THE Bunny. I’d do what I want! And anyway, we work well together! I wouldn’t wanna ruin that right away. Hey! Davy! Watch out for Pols, would ya?”

“Yeah! Ya almost squashed my ears!”

“Sorry General! Sorry Pauline,” Davy grinned, landing beside the bun and giving her a noggie.

She laughed loudly and grabbed his flank, somehow managing to lift him up and over her head, body slamming him in the process with a little splash.

“Haha! Nice one, Pols!” Blossom pushed herself up, standing as tall as she could. “You see that guys? That’s the kinda spirit that gets things DONE! EASTER BUNS!”

“EASTER BUNS!”

They all whooped in agreement as the Bunnies rushed about, heading to the base of the park to begin the journey home. Blossom grinned, sitting back down beside her brother and looking up at the darkening sky.

Hold up...darkening?

Well that wasn’t quite right, she thought, her grin fast becoming a frown.

“Uh, Lieutenant?”

“Major?”

“Is it just me, or is it getting darker?”

Blossom stiffened. The sun had almost hit the tops of the trees. It should have risen by now, Blossom knew that. All the Buns knew that. All thirty-five thousand of them knew that!

And all thirty-five thousand of them were beginning to notice, too.

Below the two commanders, the older buns were doing the unthinkable: settling down.

The rowdiness and roughhousing slowed to a stop, the littler buns only beginning to notice when the elder ones pushed the younger ones behind them. Sticking out their paws they stood straight, looking around carefully. Older siblings on alert, the younger ones stood down, keeping close to their elders.

“You're right, Skip. Something’s...something's up."

She hopped across the stream to the next rock, the waterfall rushing behind her. Her brother followed, alert. Their ears twitched; their eyes darted around.

“Lieutenant?” one of the squad leaders closest to her asked. “Should we tuck in?”

Blossom hopped to another rock, glancing about frantically now as the sounds of the wildlife disappeared, the roar of the waterfall behind them now sounding very, very angry.

“Aye, Sergeant." Cupping her paws around her maw, Blossom shouted.

"EVERYONE! TUCK IN!”

“You heard the Lieutenant!" Skip seconded. "Tuck in!”

Immediately, all of the bunnies gathered into their groups, bundling up nice and close and puffing up their fur. Their back legs were ready—whether to fight or flee, though, Blossom wasn’t sure yet. She couldn't be sure until the thing that crested the horizon, coming into their line of sight, got closer.

It was downstream. It seemed to be some kind of...blob. Some kind of big, blob of darkness. It seemed small at first. But that's because it was far. As it got closer, it got bigger. And bigger. And bigger.

It was single-highhandedly blotting out the light. Everything around it grew dark as it drifted down towards them, growing larger and larger with each passing second.

Well, that was no problem for them! They could puff up too!

“Everyone, get behind me!” Blossom yelled. Somersaulting off her perch, she landed in front of the fluffle. Standing on her hind legs, she stretched her front paws out in front of them as the mass of brown buns moved behind her, readying for action.

Beside her, the Major stood up straighter, too, stretching out his paws as well.

“Aww, thanks Skip.”

“No sweat,” he replied, as the dark mass got closer and closer to them. It seemed to fly. It looked like it was made of something…viscous, almost; the darkness tumbled over itself, as though it was made of a bunch of smaller darkness that weaved in and out of one another.

Finally, the thing reached them. It rose up, higher and higher, looking every bit like a giant ocean wave except for the fact that it was most definitely not water, Blossom was realizing. No sirree! It was one hundred percent darkness. She couldn’t see any shapes or forms or anything. Just one big, giant, void-like ball of darkness.

It stopped, hovering in place. Dissonant whispers tickled the ears of the buns. The younger ones bent their ears over their faces in an effort to block out the whispers.

“Can it, would ya?” Blossom yelled. “You’re interrupting official Easter business, pal. And you don’t want to mess with Easter business! I mean it!”

The whispers paused, the silence brief before popping. Cackling. Cracking. Laughing, Blossom realized. The void was laughing. It was laughing at them.

The rude-ity! Blossom thought. The auDAUcity!

Everything okay over there, kiddo?

Ah, poop. She had thought out loud.

Peachy keen! She replied, gulping. Her throat was suddenly very dry, and her every instinct was yelling RUN! FLEE! HIDE!

But she stood her ground. She couldn’t show weakness! Not to her troops!

The laughter grew louder. Pinpoints of glowing lights began to appear all over the wave, in all sorts of bright, harsh colours. Lots of red, Blossom noticed. And they were all over the thing. It was almost as if...

“Holy moly! The darkness has eyes!”

Major Skip was, regrettably, right. The tiny pinpricks of light were eyes.

Blossom figured now that she had been spot on when she guessed that there were little darkness bits all flying over top of one another. And now, now they were peering down at the bunnies with a look in their horrible glowing depths that she had seen many a time before whenever predators got too close.

Blossom?

Everything’s fine, Chief! She thought back, finally. We’ve just got a couple of bullies on our tails right now. We got this!

The silence was very, very brief.

I just placed the last basket. We’ll be right there, hang tight Blossom!

Okay, she replied quietly and, taking a deep breath, shouted once again at the giant wave of darkness.

“Alright, I tried asking nicely once!”

You call that nicely?

Blossom jumped; the voice seemed to come from everywhere all at once.

“Who said that! Show yourself!” Blossom yelled, stomping her foot. A stick flew up; she grabbed it in her hand. It wasn’t as pointy as she’d like, but it’d do for now. She’d grab the Big Ones if she needed to. She had the fastest draw time of all her siblings!

There was new laughter now. It sounded sweet. It sounded wrong. It was like a musical chime, but the chime was off. Maybe it was an octave too high. Maybe too low? The weird, echoey vibe to it sent shivers through her furs.

The wave began to swirl. A bright blue light seemed to appear, glowing, within the dark. It drifted to the top, whirling amongst the darkness as the laughter continued. It burst through to the surface; a bright blue ball that twirled, and twirled, until POOF! It glowed even brighter and took the vague shape of a very scary looking blue lady.

She looked like she was made of energy. There was no other way to explain it. Blue energy drifted above and around her head, looking kinda like hair. She had a face, also blue; her eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, all of her facial features were made of energy too. Slightly darker. She was curvy. Or at least, Blossom thought she was by humanoid standards. Behind her big energy hair, a bit lower down where her hind would be if she were a Bunny, Blossom could see something flicking back and forth—almost like a tail. A long tail, with a pointy end.

"Nicely." She scoffed. "Sounded more like a demand."

Blossom pushed back. So did the Fluffle. They all blinked up at the entity, ears twitching, tails shaking, furs on end.

What the heck was this lady?

"Hello. Bunnies. Where is he?"

"Where's who?"

"Where is the Easter Bunny?"

Her voice was smooth. But there was an edge to it. A sharp little edge. This lady had a mean streak.

Blossom glared. She crossed her paws. "Who's askin'?"

“Yeah!”

“Tell ‘em, Lieutenant!”

“Who’s asking?”

“I’m asking.” The blue lady grinned. A very pointy grin, Blossom realized. Yucky.

She stood her ground. Around her, her siblings began to do the same.

“Why do you wanna know?”

“Because he and I have a little excursion to go on, and I won't be taking no for an answer.” Her fist lit up blue, and her eyes narrowed. “I am not afraid of a gaggle of little rodents, and nor are my shadowy friends.”

The shadows hissed in agreement; some of them seemed to lick their lips. They didn’t even have lips! HOW did they have TONGUES?!

"So, let me see if I'm following," Blossom said, squinting up at the lady. "You're here to kitnap the Easter Bunny?"

The lady blinked. She laughed quietly, her mouth staying shut as she did. "You pick up on things fast, don't you?"

"Well I'm not Legate Easter for nothin', you know!"

The lady looked pleased. "I do now."

"You haven't answered my question, lady!"

"No! I haven't. Such a silly question..." the lady floated up, doing a loop, her eyes never once leaving the bunnies. "Am I here to kidnap the Easter Bunny? Hmm." She righted herself, blue energy drifting behind her before merging with her form once more. She tapped her chin. "Hmm...basically yes. Yes, I am."

It was silent for a moment. The shadows hissed; bunny ears flicked and noses twitched. The stick in Blossom’s hand fell. The woman grinned, the shadows shifting faster.

But the fluffle was faster.

Blossom raised her fist in the air. "BUNNIES!"

They all whipped around, looking at her with big, big eyes.

She brought her fist down. "WEAPONS!"

A little less than thirty thousand bunnies suddenly looked very, very excited, their little voices filling the air in a mighty battle cry.

"WEAPONS!"

Thwips and shinks and cracks and thunks rang out as these small, poof balls of fur pulled out all manner of weaponry. Sharp sticks were brandished, slingshots grabbed and stones in hand. The older rabbits pulled out bats and all manner of sharp objects—one of them even had a dagger that looked like a sword in their tiny little paws.

Blossom held what looked to be two sticks in her hands. She flicked them out and they extended; the batons were colourful and splattered with paint. They were a pastel nightmare, which suited Blossom just fine because so. Was. She.

The blue lady pulled back. She blinked.

"Well...this was unexpected."

The shadowy mass behind her hissed in excitement. They began to flicker, growing restless.

"Oh, I know, pets. I know! You have all been locked away for eons, longing to spread darkness the way you once did, making due with nightmares and little scares for so, so long...what fun this will be!"

The lady smirked, those sharp, dagger-like teeth glinting once more. She lifted her hand, pointing a sharp finger at the Fluffle.

"Sick 'em."

And the shadows swarmed, beelining for the Fluffle as the Fluffle lunged, the first wave of projectiles launching ahead of them.

The Easter Battle had begun.

[uzurakis]

megumi and yuuji falling asleep on the reader (pre dating era or established relationship) and the others teasing the reader abt it bc everyone knows they're in love <333 have an amazing day ahead bb 🫶🏼

DOZING OFF ON YOUR SHOULDER . .

featuring: fushiguro megumi. itadori yuuji. gojo satoru. yuuta okkotsu.

n. thanku for your req nonnie ^v^ i added other characters cs i dont wanna waste ur idea, most of these are pre-dating and gojo’s part took place when he was still in hs with the rest. hope ya like it !

ITADORI YUUJI

the soft glow of the tv illuminated the room as the four of you huddled together on the bed, engrossed in the movie playing before you. yuuji sat beside you, his eyes glued to the screen as the plot thickened. you couldn't help but steal glances at him, his features softened by the flickering light.

as the movie reached its climax, you felt a weight lean against your shoulder. you turned to see yuuji, his eyes closed in peaceful slumber, his head now resting comfortably on your shoulder. nobara noticed and couldn't resist a playful grin. "well, well, looks like someone's found a comfy pillow," she teased, nudging megumi with her elbow. megumi chuckled calmly, his gaze switching between you and the screen. "seems like itadori’s enjoying the movie a little too much."

you felt your cheeks flush at their teasing, unsure of how to react. "he must have been really tired," mumbling, trying to hide your embarrassment.

nobara only gave you a wink, "or maybe he just wanted an excuse to get closer to you." subsequently, you gave her a playful stare, hoping to deflect the attention away from you. "you're reading too much into it, kugisaki."

despite your attempts to downplay the situation, the thought of yuuji sleeping near you made you feel warm. as the movie went on, you found yourself stealing looks at him, unable to shake the fluttering feeling in your chest.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

the four of you were alone with just the gentle hum of the engine as the car moved through the peaceful streets. megumi sat beside you in the backseat, his eyes heavy with sleep after a long day of exorcising curses. whereas infront of you, yuuji and nobara chattered away, their voices blending into the night air.

the man leaned against you, his head drooping lower and lower until it finally came to rest on your shoulder. you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his breath against your neck. "looks like someone's had a long day, hm?” you whispered, gently shifting to make him more comfortable.

yuuji turned to look back, a sly smile growing on his face. "aww, how adorable both of you!"

nobara then laughed, delight glinting in her voice. "looks like he finally warmed up for you."

"shh, you'll wake him up!" you said to shut them up.

but it was too late. the sudden burst of light from nobara's phone camera flash flooded the car, causing megumi to jolt awake with a start. he blinked owlishly, confusion written all over his face as he realized where he was.

"sorry guys," nobara said, trying to contain her laughter. "but i gotta send this to gojo-sensei.” yuuji immediately chimed in, continuing nobara’s teasing. "they’re so over once he sees this photo."

megumi's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he straightened up, rubbing his eyes sheepishly. "i-i didn't mean to fall asleep," the words jumbled from his mouth. you reached out to gently squeeze his hand, giving him an understanding smile. "it's okay, megumi. you needed the rest."

he glanced up at you, his eyes softening with gratitude. "thank you.”

with a contented sigh, megumi settled back against you, his head once again finding its place on your peaceful shoulder.

GOJO SATORU

gojo sat next to you on the train going home whilst geto and shoko stood across. the man beside you leaned back against the seat as the train lurched into action, his eyelids getting heavier by the second. before long, his head tipped just enough to rest against your shoulder as he fell into a quiet sleep.

geto raised an eyebrow at the sight of you both, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "if i were you, i’d shrug him off. right, shoko?”

“that’s mean, suguru,” shoko chuckled softly, rolling her eyes. "it's like they planned it all along."

"it's just a coincidence, guys," you stammered, embarrassed by their words.

geto chortled, shaking his head in amusement. "sure, sure. we believe you." then shoko slowly leaned closer, whispered a penny of thought.

"although, i have to admit, you two do look pretty cute together."

you shot her a glare, trying to ignore the redness spreading through you at the thought of gojo sleeping beside you. "damn, you guys really gotta stop with the teasing."

OKKOTSU YUUTA

the soft rustle of leaves filled the air as yuuta and you lounged beneath the shade of a grand oak tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. you felt yuuta's head slowly come to rest on your shoulder.

but you and yuuta’s moment of peace was soon interrupted by the approach of familiar voices. maki, inumaki, and panda emerged from the nearby path, their laughter echoing through the clearing as they spotted you both.

maki surveyed the sight in front of her, knowing what to tease already, prodding inumaki and panda with her elbow, "can you really be asleep that fast?" panda added his cheery voice and inumaki nodded in accord. "maybe he’s just pretending to—."

your eyes darting between them in an anxious manner. as you objected, trying not to look embarrassed, "hey, tone it down.”

but maki wasn't convinced. with her usual grin of mischief, she stepped forward and gently shook yuuta awake. "come on, sleepyhead. you can't just doze off on someone like that." yuuta blinked groggily, his eyes adjusting to the sudden light. the man glanced up at you, a smile spreading across his face as he realized his position. "sorry about that," he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

you couldn't help but laugh along with them, the warmth of the friendship washing over you as wondered, did he really fall asleep that easily though?

@uzurakis — rqs are open <3

[pharaohbean]

post-class update:

CENGAGE YOU DUMB SYSTEM WHEN I GET YOU.

i could not tell you why they still havent paid for my textbooks, but i DID manage to get my giant-ahh physical textbook online, which is nice bc it means i can use my messenger bag instead of a full backpack (miku messenger bag....)

one problem. cengage didn't... really work. it DID but not really.

after a LOT of screaming, crying, and driving, dad and i managed to fix cengage so i could access my classes (because for no reason half my professors won't use icollege fully, NO i dont know why they're just being bozos.) and you're probably thinking, how?

BY USING MICROSOFT EDGE INSTEAD OF GOOGLE CHROME.

as my dad so aptly put it: "RAAAAAAH BAD PROGRAMMING."

college starts in 1.5hrs and ive already been screwed over by them

for context: the specific way i am doing college atm (its not officially college long story) is that the government/state/whatever pays for everything in my classes except science/language lab fees. this includes textbooks—however, they only pay for the cheapest option. so you have NO idea if you’ll get physical or digital. thats fine by me, i can work with both.

so, lo and behold, i go to find my two textbooks for today (both digital)— and yeah, no, not there.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED IS THAT:

The book they said they’d sent me for one class not only isn’t where they said it would be, but it straight up ISNT THE TEXTBOOK FOR THE CLASS. the textbook for this class is free online, which is also funny to me bc this teacher doesn’t allow electronics in the classroom. like buddy did you expect us to memorize the book wtf

The OTHER textbook they said they’d pay the subscription for for the semester (YES THE BOOK IS LOCKED BEHIND A SUBSCRIPTION THIS IS A CALCULUS CLASS.) is, in fact, not paid for. I have it, but it’s on a 2 week free trial. And you’re thinking, “Zerro, just pay for it!” ITS A HUNDRED AND THIRTY DOLLARS ARE YOU NUTS?! NOT WHEN THEYRE SUPPOSED TO PAY THAT!

So NOW, I have to figure out how they’re supposed to pay for the latter textbook (because the former is straight up wrong anyways) while also just straight up not knowing how these classes even WORK (the calc class… has discussion forums required. What The F—) and yeah college is going GREAT.

[aomiiine]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘

love & deep space w ZAYNE format. fic. warnings. fluff + nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. soft vanilla love making. praise. endearments(darling, princess, etc). strawberry cake mention cs its my fav. summary. he’s more focused on you rather than the occasion which was his birthday.

author’s note. hppy belated birthday to my fav boy!!

“So you made these for me, hm?” The dark haired man beside you asked, his gaze attentive and tone almost accusing—something you were awfully used to by now. “Are you sure you didn’t buy them, darling? I won’t be mad if you did,” he added, pushing himself off the kitchen counter he was recently leaning his hips against.

“I made, Zayne. I’ve told you this time and time again—I’ve been practicing, okay?” you countered, your brows furrowing and your lips forming a small pout of annoyance at how your lover kept on questioning the source of his birthday cake for this year. Unbeknownst to you, while you were busy pouting and setting up the candles on the cake, Zayne had his eyes fixated on your face, the corner of his lips curling to faint smile as he spectated your change of expressions from your side profile.

“I never said I didn’t believe you, my love,” the tall man uttered in a soft scoff. He watched attentively as you finally held the lighter to light up the candles, the small flames making an intimate atmosphere in your purposely dimly lit home. Even with the skilfully made strawberry cake you decorated for him, the only thing he had given his attention to was you, and it seemed like it would be that way for the entire night.

”There. Make a wish and blow them out for me,” you urged, putting the lighter away and turning to him with a fond, excited smile. It was like you were more enthusiastic about his birthday than himself—and the way you caught him looking at you the moment you shifted your gaze to him proved that point more. It was his birthday—so why was he staring at you?

Your smile faltered nervously, feeling a bit self-conscious with how intense his dark hazel green eyes gazed at you, fingers twitching and all.

“Something wrong?” was all you could muster to say at the moment, cursing yourself for letting him affecting you so despite your years of being together. He still managed to make you flustered, shy.

“I made my wish.”

You raised a brow at him, blinking at him curiously with the candles on cake flickering softly, the flames illuminating the room just enough for you to see each other. The second you opted to part your lips to ask him what his wish was exactly, he stole your breath away, halting your actions by leaning down to you, letting his lips meet your soft ones. Your breath hitched once you registered his actions, not letting him wait and giving him access to your mouth.

“Zayne,” you huffed between your kisses, his hand moving up to circle your neck, his thumb gently caressing your jawline.

“You are what I wished for,” was all he whispered in return before sliding his tongue against yours, taking you in and leaving you to nibble on your wet lower lip. “I can’t possibly wish for anything more—,” he added with a soft groan, his free hand reaching up to grip your hip, fingers massaging your flesh there before pushing back up against the marble kitchen counter. “—other than for you to stay by my side.”

At this point, you were near breathless, soft mewls of his name leaving your lips at the feeling of his cold fingers skimming under your shirt and over your tummy. You had your hands hold onto his arms, nails gently digging him and earning yourself a hum of delight from him.

In a matter of seconds he had your shirt lifted up over chest, one hand helping you held it up while the other slid up your rib cage to cup your breast that was encased in your bra. All the while his fingers tugged on the fabric of your bra, he had his lips glued to your neck, tongue peeking out to leave warm licks along your skin whenever he felt your pulse. With a mere hook of his fingers on your bra, he had your tits spilled out for him, his mouth migrating downward to your sweetly bared nipples, taking one of them around his lips.

“Baby, the candles—they’ll melt,” you breathed out between pants and whimpers, shivers running down your spine with every tug he made on your hardened bud, the swirl of his tongue around your areola making you mumble pathetic, empty pleas for him.

“Then we’ll make love in the dark. I know every part—every crevice of your body by heart,” he replied calmly, not bothered by the thought of the candles suddenly going during their intimate moment—he was too into it to care.

How could he stop now? When he finally his hand hovering above your wet cunt, fingers teasingly hooking under your waistband of your pants but not pulling it down until he felt you were desperate enough. And that didn’t take long. ‘Cause he had your pants pooled around your ankles in seconds, hands impatiently lifting you up onto the cold counter where your pretty cunt was finally equally level with his hips.

“Let me unwrap my gift, darling,” his smooth voice whispered into your ear, his hot breath kissing your skin and heating up your face when he laid your lower half bare to him. You had your hands gripping onto his upper arms, then his shoulders, eyes glazed over and watching closely as he undid his the zipper of his pants, his slender finger sliding his boxers down a bit to pull his cock out easier. You gulped in both nervousness and eagerness at the sight of his thick length standing at attention with a slight curve, beads of precum forming at the tip of it.

“You’re drooling,” he murmured teasingly to catch your attention, exhaling a soft sigh and smiling at the sight of the adorable face you made when you left your trance of need whenever you admired him, any part of him. “I’ll give it to you, love, don’t worry,” he assured you, hand moving to part your thighs further, pulling you further to the edge of the counter and finally aligning his cock along your pussy, nudging your slick folds apart with the fat tip.

“Fuck,” you heard him growl softly, the mere contact of his tip with the outer layer of your sweetness affecting him more than he’d like. With a look of determination, he pushed his hips forward slowly, easing himself into your slit while keeping a good hold on your hip.

You couldn’t help the whimpers and moans that he coaxed out of you, your entire being melting at the fullness you felt when he was fully inside you, his balls pressed against your ass.

Zayne winced and grunted with every spasm you made around his cock, loving how his sweet yet filthy praises affected you so with only a few thrusts he made into you. And he didn’t hesitate to surge forward more, pounding into you with unbecoming moans and squelches made from your sex filling your home.

You held onto his shoulders tightly, your grip shifting with every thrust his hips made, making you wrap your arms around him and pulling him closer to you. Your thighs quivered around his hips, high-pitched moans forced out of you from how tightly the knot in your lower belly tied, the tip of Zayne’s dick hitting you in the right spot every time. Perhaps it was uncoincidental that your lover felt the same, the warmth and intensity of love that was shared between you amplifying the pleasure ten fold.

“Princess, ‘m gonna cum for you—inside you,” he murmured, his words jumbled and almost incoherent. It was clear his mind was as hazy as yours at that moment, his hips pounding into you with need. His movements turned jerky when he finally neared that climax along with you, your tightening cunt giving him the final push from the edge, his aching cock twitching and pulsing inside your depths as he finally spilled thick ropes of his cum, painting your velvety walls an innocent white. Your own orgasm followed suit, mixing with his own to form a potent mixture of sensual adoration.

With ragged breaths, he slumped against you, his knees bucking slightly as he basked in the afterglow with you. He didn’t shy away from your embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling the scent of your sweat and shampoo, calming him from his exertion.

“I don’t mind spending my birthday like this again next year, my dear. Maybe I’ll help you shop for a cake too,” he muttered against your neck, his voice hoarse yet playful. You groaned in response, hitting his arm lightly for acting suspicious about the cake you proclaimed to have baked yourself. “I didn’t buy the cake,” you grumbled against his shoulder, resting your head against him, to which he only chuckled at. “Sure, you didn’t,” Zayne murmured, smiling contently above your shoulder.

[dragonridersandhighlords]

Chasing Shadows | T W O

masterlist | CS Masterlist

Summary: Amid challenges, Threshing, and RSC, Wrenley begins to question where she belongs in a world constantly demanding more than survival.

Word Count: 8.6k

Series Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, violence, death, swearing, torture

Chapter Specific Warnings: descriptions of bruising, dislocated joints, and interrogation induced harm, jealousy, insecurity, isolation, psychological intimidation, relationship strain

previous part

I emerged from the leadership meeting, the heavy oak doors swinging shut behind me, with a loud sigh. Garrick and Bodhi flanked me when Dain tried to stop me, following behind through the doors. I brushed him off as Bodhi offered a half assed excuse about him and Garrick needing to talk to me privately. A faint flash of disappointment crossed Dain's features, but I kept my focus off him, still too upset with him. 

The halls were fairly quiet this time of day. Second and third-years received a longer break between breakfast and Battle Brief now that the first-years were taking Professor Kaori's class in preparation for Threshing at the end of next month. Unfortunately, our meeting went over and we now have to go straight to class.

I pester Garrick as we walk, pleading for any hint of what happens in RSC. Both he and Xaden have been ignoring my questions.

"Are you seriously not going to even give us a hint about RSC?" Bodhi pressed.

"You two will do fine in that class, don’t worry about it," Garrick replied, laughter dancing in his voice, but his nonchalant demeanor only stoked the fire of our frustration. 

I shot him a challenging glance, unable to stifle the smile tugging at my lips as I bumped my shoulder against his, but he stood firm like a stone wall. "If you would just give us a hint, we’d do better than fine,"I say, the playful defiance in my tone as bright as the laughter echoing down the corridor. 

"You won’t get me to break, Little Bird. RSC is a class you have to learn on your own," Garrick declared. I groaned, the sound a mix of irritation and affection. I reach up, grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt, letting my weight lean against him. In an instant, Garrick laughed and effortlessly swung me over his shoulder. 

"What the fuck! Garrick, put me down!" I squealed, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as he continued his leisurely stride. "Bodhi!" I yelled, my voice a mixture of mock outrage and delight, begging for my best friend's help. 

"Absolutely not!" he chuckled, his mirth making it clear that he was far too entertained to intervene. “This is too entertaining.” 

“Where’s Xaden when you need him?” I pouted, letting my body go limp against Garrick's shoulder, his strength both comforting and infuriating. 

Laughter erupted from both of them, a bright chorus that danced around us as we navigated the halls. Finally, Garrick returns me to my feet, a patronizing pat on my head accompanying the gesture. I growled playfully in response, earning a chuckle from Bodhi. We file into the Battle Brief classroom, preparing for another day.

“Looks like this is mine now. Enjoy your nap,” Rhiannon teased, her voice a melodic taunt as she plucked a dagger from her sparring partner’s unconscious grasp, affectionately patting his head like a pet. 

I chuckled, unable to suppress the joy that bubbled up at the sight. “She might be better than you, Xay,” I said, my gaze flicking over to my boyfriend.

“No one is better than me,” he shot back with a playful challenge in his eyes. 

“Except me?” I raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing on my lips. He just smirks back before our attention is drawn across the room. 

“You’ll pay for that.” Across the mat, Jack retreated, leaving Violet to collect her daggers—one poised at the perfect height for a headshot, the other dangerously close to a far more sensitive target. 

I couldn't help but admire her audacity; this girl was a force of nature. 

Dain scolded her from the sidelines, his voice stern yet laced with exasperation, but my eyes darted back to Xaden, who remained fixated on Violet and Dain with an intensity that hinted at a deeper connection. I felt a pang of something—was it jealousy? Concern? 

“Sorrengail. Seifert,” Emettario's voice sliced through the murmurs, signaling the start of the next match. 

Oren Seifert, First Wing. My instincts kicked in as I recognized his name; he's a friend of Barlowe’s. Which means this little shit is gonna kill Violet. 

“Don’t take this personally, but you’ll only be a hazard to your wing,” Oren taunted, circling her with a predatory grace. I sensed the tension building, an electric pulse in the air, and as he charged, my instincts screamed for intervention. Helping Violet wouldn’t hurt, would it?

But just as I reached for the mental lock on the door, I realized something—Oren’s movements had slowed, almost sluggish. That definitely wasn’t me. 

“I’m no more a hazard than you are,” Violet shot back, pulling a dagger from her sheath with a fierce glint in her eye. 

Oren, undeterred, shook his head, his voice dripping with disdain. “My sister is a healer. I’ve heard your bones snap like twigs.” 

“Why don’t you come find out?”

What the fuck is happening? The question spiraled through my mind, echoing louder than the cacophony of gasps and murmurs around the sparring mat. I watched in disbelief as Oren’s body twisted, his face contorting into a mask of distress as he slapped a hand over his mouth. 

Then, in an instant, he pivoted. With a primal snarl, he charged at Violet, swinging his blade down with reckless abandon. My heart raced in anticipation but Violet was ready. She slipped to the left, her movement fluid and almost graceful, dragging her dagger along his side just enough to draw blood, then following the attack, she unleashed a powerful kick to his back, sending him careening to the ground.

There was a fleeting moment of silence, the world around us suspended in time as Violet sprang forward. She dropped her knee into Oren’s back with a thud that echoed through the air, and pressed her blade against his throat, the cold steel a reminder of her control. “Yield,” she demanded, her voice steady and unwavering.

Holy shit, I did not see that coming.

“No!” Oren shouted, but his defiance was undercut by the violent retch that followed, his body betraying him as he fought the nausea rising like bile in his throat. 

“Oh my gods,” Rhiannon exclaimed, her voice laced with both concern and disbelief, mirroring the shock that gripped the room.

“Yield!” Violet’s voice rang out again, more insistent this time, yet Oren’s body was locked in a battle of its own, convulsing as he fought to regain control. 

“I’m gonna be sick,” I muttered, my heart racing and stomach twisting. I turned towards Xaden, resting my forehead against his arm, trying to block out the sounds from Oren.

“He yields,” Professor Emettario declared. 

“Are you okay?” Imogen’s voice was soft and warm, her hand gliding along my back in a soothing motion, but I shook her off. 

“Fine,” I replied, forcing myself to take a deep breath, my chest rising and falling as I fought the residual waves of adrenaline. Standing up straight, I attempted to project an air of calm that I didn’t truly feel. “I’m fine.” 

Xaden’s laughter was soft and tender. He took my hand, entwining our fingers with an ease that felt both intimate and reassuring. “Let's go get you some water.” 

Violet won all of her matches by the end of August. I had followed her lead, winning all my bouts as well, but as I mentally prepared for the challenge ahead, I felt a different kind of pressure. Today, I was challenging Jack Barlowe.

“Did you purposefully tell Xaden you were skipping today so he wouldn’t be here?” Bodhi questioned, his brow furrowed in concern. “How did you even know you were going against Barlowe?”

I wanted to tell him the truth, that Violet had whispered it to me in passing, her knowing smile giving away secrets that only she seemed to hold. But those words remained unspoken. I didn’t want to dwell on how she had acquired such information, instead, I felt grateful for trusting her instincts.

“If Xaden were here,” I said, my voice steady as I slid my waterskin into my bag, “Jack would use that against me, just like he’ll exploit Xay’s absence today. But I’ll be ready for it because I hold all the cards.” I squared my shoulders. “I have to do this on my own. Next year, Xaden won’t be here to finish my fights if I falter. I’m already a target; let's make it smaller.”

Stepping onto the mat, I gripped my dagger tightly in my left hand. As I readied myself, I locked eyes with Jack, waiting for him to make the first move.

“Where’s your precious Wingleader, Tavis? Don’t want him to see you get your ass handed to you?” Jack’s taunt sliced through the tension, his laughter echoing in the sparsely populated arena as we began to circle each other, his feet crossing over the other with each step.

Amateur. I smirked, forcing my feet to remain side by side, balanced and ready. “Nope. I can handle you fine on my own.”

“Sure, Signetless. You really can.” With a swift jab, Jack lunged at me. I sidestepped just in time, feeling the rush of air as his blade whooshed past. I countered, bringing my own dagger down along his forearm, the sharpness biting into his skin and drawing blood. “You bitch.” His sneer was venomous, yet I could see the flicker of surprise in his eyes as he pulled his hand back. 

“I don’t need a signet to know you leave yourself open.” I taunted, my heart racing as I bounced on the balls of my feet, maintaining my momentum in the dance of combat. “Scared of a little blood, Barlowe?” 

“You’ll regret taunting me,” he growled, his eyes narrowing.

“How about you actually hit me and I’ll say sorry?” I laugh, my voice ringing with confidence as I settle my feet at a precise angle, poised to dodge yet equally ready to strike. Jack charges toward me, blades gleaming ominously in each of his hands.

He swings his left arm first, a desperate attempt to catch me off guard. I react instinctively, using my left arm to deflect his blade with a sharp thud, the impact reverberating through my body. In a fluid motion, I drop my dagger into my right hand, my focus narrowing as I swipe it across his thigh. The sharp edge bites into his flesh, drawing a gasp of surprise and causing him to stumble backward, the dagger in his right hand clattering to the ground.

“Ready to give up yet? Or should I apply more pressure?” I taunt, a smirk playing on my lips as I flip my blade from my right to my left hand, closing the distance between us as he lands unceremoniously on his backside. His eyes blaze with defiance, but I can see the doubt creeping in. In a last-ditch effort, he lunges for my ankle, his left hand wielding the dagger with reckless abandon. But I act quickly, dropping my foot onto his wrist, my weight pressing down hard, forcing him to relinquish his weapon. I bury my knee into his chest, pausing the breath he took as I kneel over him, twisting his other arm over his body. “Yield, Barlowe,” I commanded, my voice steady and unwavering.

“Not to you.” His defiance is punctuated by a defiant spit aimed at my face, but I remain unfazed, pulling his arm further, feeling the strain in his muscles.

“Yield before your shoulder dislocates,” I warn, my tone darkening as I apply more pressure.

“No!” he grunts, determination shining in his eyes.

“Suit yourself.” I brace myself for the final pull, the sickening pop of dislocation ringing in my ears as I watch his arm drop limp beside him. “Final chance,” I warn, flipping my blade to hold it with the edge beside my pinkie. I push my foot further into his wrist, my knee pressing into his chest, the blade poised dangerously close to his throat. “Maybe I should kill you for all the cadets you’ve killed in the last month.” I lean in, the challenge evident in my gaze. His spit rolls down my cheek, but I swallow my disgust, determined to maintain control. “Or you can yield now. Choose.” 

“I—” he gasps quietly, desperation creeping into his voice as he tries to pull his hand from beneath my boot.

“I can’t hear you, Barlowe.” The words slid from my lips like ice as I pressed my blade harder against the pulse of his throat, the cold steel biting into his skin. His eyes widened, panic flickering across his features as the air was stolen from him, each breath a desperate gasp.

“I yield!” he shouted, the sound erupting from his throat like a lifeline as I barely lifted my knee off his chest, allowing a precious sliver of air to rush back into his lungs.

“Good boy.” A smirk danced across my face as I playfully patted his cheek with the flat of my blade, the gesture both mocking and victorious. With a fluid motion, I stood and moved across the mat, my heart still racing from the adrenaline coursing through me. I scooped up Jack’s forgotten blade, the weight of it feeling oddly satisfying in my hand. Turning, I caught sight of Bodhi’s dumbfounded expression, and laughter bubbled from my chest. “Easier than I thought.” I flipped the new dagger expertly before sliding it into a sheath alongside my own.

“I bet it was.” The voice sliced through my moment of triumph, and I froze, my heart skipping as I looked behind Bodhi to see Xaden leaning casually against the wall, his eyes narrowed like a hawk assessing its prey. “Skipping class, huh?”

“Oh shit, you are so screwed,” Bodhi chuckled, his grin wide as I shot him a warning look. 

“Corrie and Sorrengail.” I quickly redirected my focus to Violet’s match, the anticipation crackling in the air, pushing aside thoughts of Xaden for later. Yet, as I focused on violet, I unlocked the door to his mind and his smooth voice flew in.

“Thought we didn’t lie to each other, Little Bird?” 

A cadet hurried over, whispering urgently to Emettario, who then turned to speak with an apologetic expression. “Sorry, Violet. You were supposed to challenge Rayma, but she’s been taken to the healers because she can’t seem to walk in a straight line.”

“That’s too bad.” Violet winced, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “Should I just…”

“I’m happy to step in.” Xaden’s voice, smooth and confident, came from just behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. 

My instincts kicked in, and I shouted down the channel, “The hell you are!” 

“You sure?” Emettario asked but Xaden merely smiled, his resolve unshakeable.

“Absolutely.” And just like that, he stepped onto the mat, a predator ready to pounce.

“You are all in for a treat,” Professor Emetterio announced with a clap, his excitement palpable. “Xaden’s one of the best fighters we have. Watch and learn.” 

“Xaden.” My voice was a low warning, laced with concern.

“A little out of her league, don’t you think?” Dain’s voice came from the opposite side of the mat, a challenge wrapped in disbelief.

“Relax, Aetos. She’ll be in one piece when I’m finished teaching her.” Despite his focus on Dain, Xaden’s words felt like a promise directed at me, and it did nothing to settle my nerves.

“Xaden.” I called out again, my voice tinged with urgency. 

“I hardly think it’s fair—” Dain interjects, a frown etched deep on his brow, but before he can finish, Xaden fires off a retort, sharp as his blades that he sets in my arms. 

“No one asked you to think, squad leader.” 

Since he’s ignoring me mentally, I choose to break the silence aloud. “Xaden, seriously, this isn't right.” My voice barely rises above a whisper, yet the sincerity behind it echoes in the space between us, desperate for his attention.

“She’s won every challenge, Wren. Don’t think she can handle herself?” Xaden smirks, that infuriating grin dancing across his lips as he removes his daggers, sliding them into my own sheaths like a practiced ritual. 

“She snaps like a twig; one wrong move, and you could kill her. You know it.” The words tumble out, my heart pounding with concern. 

“Then I’ll have to be careful, won’t I?” He turns back to Violet, his smirk unwavering, as though his confidence alone can shield her from harm. 

Violet pulls one of her own daggers, her stance fierce and ready. “You don’t think you’ll need those?” she asks, her voice steady despite the tremor of excitement in the air.

“Nope. Not when you brought enough for the both of us.” I can't see his face, but I can picture the teasing smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He gestures playfully, fingers curling in an invitation. “Let’s go.”

Violet hesitates for a heartbeat before one of her daggers is flying through the air, aimed directly at Xaden’s chest. 

He catches it midair, the fluidity of his movements both impressive and unsettling. “Already seen that move,” he quips, his tone drenched in mockery. As Violet lunges again, desperation fueling her strikes, I feel my stomach twist, the thrill of the impending clash sitting heavy in my chest. 

Xaden easily dodges her blade, catching her leg and forcing her to the ground with a swift motion. The sound of her blade skittering across the mat is painfully audible as it lands at Dain's feet. 

Violet lunges once more, the blade gripped tightly in her hand, aiming for his thigh, but Xaden intercepts, catching her wrist with ease. He disarms her effortlessly, tossing her weapon away like it’s an afterthought, and I can’t shake the feeling of unease creeping back in. 

“Going for blood today, Violence?” Xaden whispers, his voice low and intimate, sending a shiver down my spine. If they were anywhere else on the mat besides in front of me, I wouldn’t have heard that, but I do—and the way he says it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

“My name is Violet,” she says through clenched teeth. 

“I think my version fits you better,” Xaden replies, an edge of amusement threading through his tone as he rises to his full height, releasing her wrist. Yet, in a gesture that carries both challenge and invitation, he offers her the same hand, that glint of mischief still dancing in his eyes. “We’re not done here.”

Violet, breathing heavily with a mix of defiance and reluctance, takes his hand. But as soon as she’s upright, Xaden twists her arm behind her back with a fluid motion, pulling another of her blades from its sheath in a single, practiced move. 

“Damn it!” She snaps.

My heart races as I watch Xaden lean down, his lips brushing close to her ear, a whisper meant only for her. A mix of emotions surges within me, and my chest tightens at the sight—his expression momentarily softening as he draws her into his orbit. The world around us falls away, and all I can think about is their proximity, the way Xaden’s eyes fluttered, revealing a depth I hadn’t anticipated. The air feels heavy, and suddenly, I can’t breathe as I witness their movements unfold. 

I watch as they tumble, Xaden landing atop her with a weight that seems both possessive and commanding. One arm presses against her throat, while the other pins one of her arms above her head. The intensity of the moment is palpable, charged with an energy that crackles between them. 

When his face is mere inches from hers, the world blurs into the background, and I feel a rush of heat and uncertainty. Unable to stay, I drop his weapons into Imogen’s waiting arms, turning away from the scene that gnaws at my insides. 

“Can you meet me on the flight field?” I reach out to Desa, my breath coming in rough, uneven gasps as I quicken my steps, desperate to escape.

“Everything alright, Wise One?” Concern floods our bond, her protective instincts flaring like a beacon. I know she would fiercely defend me, give Sgaeyl hell if need be, but right now, I just want to escape, to forget.

“Fine, I just need a flight to clear my mind.” 

“Very well. We can practice your maneuvers then.” When Desa refrains from pressing further, I realize she truly understands my need for solitude.

We spent at least an hour suspended in the vast, open sky, the sun a blazing orb painting the horizon in hues of gold and crimson. As we soared, the world below melted into a tapestry of greens and browns, a swirling canvas that demanded my attention. Desa guided me through the maneuvers from yesterday’s class, her powerful wings beating with a steady rhythm that filled the air with an exhilarating rush. Each twist and turn required my utmost concentration, a welcome distraction that kept the tears at bay.

Finally, with a gentle thud, Desa descended onto the flight field, her body shifting beneath me as I slid off her back. I took a moment to steady myself, the ground feeling solid and reassuring beneath my feet. But before I could take a step away, I found myself halted by Desa’s leg firmly blocking my path. A low growl rumbled deep within her chest, and I raised an eyebrow, uncertainty gnawing at me.

“Desa?” I questioned, my voice barely above a whisper.

“The Shadow Wielder approaches,” she replied, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the horizon.

Before I could process her warning, Xaden’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Wrenley! Where the hell have you been?” His tone was a mixture of concern and exasperation as I stepped carefully around Desa’s arm, attempting to reassure her with a soft: 

“I’m fine.”

Yet, Desa remained vigilant, her muscular frame poised, ready to leap into action at a moment’s notice. 

“I went for a flight,” I shrugged nonchalantly, although I felt a twinge of guilt. “I needed to practice my maneuvers.”

Xaden scoffed, halting a few feet away as a puff of steam erupted from Desa, a warning in her posture. 

“That's close enough,” she growled, even though Xaden isn't privy to her words

“You’re one of our best riders, Wren. You don’t need to practice.” His eyes searched mine for answers, but I remained silent, shifting to step around him. His hand shot out, catching my elbow, drawing an immediate reaction from Desa. 

“Not the time, Desa!” he barked, his frustration palpable, yet I felt a strange comfort in the urgency of his tone. 

“Tell him he’s lucky I like Sgaeyl so much. Otherwise, he’d be dead for touching you the way he is,” she relayed through a growl, her gaze unwavering as I tell Xaden the words.

I watched as Xaden sighed, a mixture of confusion and concern etched across his features. “What did I do, Little Bird?” 

“You sure you don’t want to just spend more time with Violence?” I scoffed, tugging my arm from his grip, the words escaping me before I could think them through. 

“You can’t be serious, Wren. You’re jealous over a challenge?” he questioned, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone. 

“Jealous?” I laughed, though the sound felt foreign to me, tinged with an edge of anger. “More like furious at the way you looked at her.” 

“Wrenley, why are you jealous of Violet?” His voice softened as he reached out, hands cupping my face, grounding me in a way that felt both intimate and frightening. 

“I don’t know,” I murmured, feeling the weight of his gaze bore into my very soul.

“What’s to be jealous of when I’ve only ever wanted you?” Xaden's voice wrapped around me, his words a soothing balm amidst the turmoil churning within my heart. The intensity of his gaze pinned me in place. I could feel the weight of his desire, heavy yet tender, anchoring me to this moment.

“I know it was irrational. That’s why Desa and I went on a flight, so I wouldn’t do something insane.” My voice trembled slightly, betraying the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings that battled for dominance within me. I gripped his shirt in my fists, the fabric coarse against my palms. "Can we please drop it?" I pleaded, desperate to ignore my swirling emotions, but even as I spoke, a few silent tears slipped down my cheeks.

In an instant, Xaden’s hands were there, gentle yet firm as he brushed the tears away. His touch was electrifying, stirring a fluttering warmth in my chest. “When you admit that I’m yours, and you’re mine,” his voice is low, resonating in the stillness of the evening.

I inhaled sharply, my breath hitching in my throat as the reality of his words sunk in. “I’m yours and you’re mine. Nothing will change that.” I tried to summon a smile, something soft and sweet to lighten the heavy air between us, but the shadows still clung to my heart, threatening to extinguish the flicker of light that his presence ignited.

But before I could dwell on my doubts any longer, Xaden closed the distance between us, his lips brushing against mine—a fleeting yet potent spark. The kiss was a promise, and my heart raced, urging me to surrender to this moment, to believe in the truth of those words.

“Nothing.” His voice was a mere whisper against my lips. He pulled away, his eyes still locked on mine, searching for something, what I'm not sure. “Now come on, it’s dinner time.” 

I nodded, intertwining my fingers with his as he led the way to the gathering hall. 

I was going to attend Gauntlet training today, but the chaos of the ambush outside my dorm and now waking up under the bright, relentless beams of the sun is apparently when I’m destined to find myself. 

As I blink away the remnants of sleep, I look around, squinting against the sunlight, and spot Dain and Imogen. They stand nearby, their expressions a mix of concern and annoyance, surrounded by a few of the other second-year riders from our squad, all of us still piecing together the morning's frantic events. Across the clearing, the familiar blue colors of the Infantry Quadrant stand out against the greenery, a few healers stretch and yawn as they shake off sleep, and I even spot a scribe, his parchment crinkled and waiting for ink as he emerges from his slumber.

“Everyone okay?” Dain calls out, lending a hand to a couple of riders as they struggle to their feet. His gaze turns to me, and he extends a hand, but I smack it away, rising to my feet with a determined huff. 

“We’re fine, where are we?” I ask, brushing off the damp blades of grass that cling stubbornly to my pants.

“And why are they here?” A voice breaks through the murmur of confusion—Quinn Hollis, I think her name is. She glances at the Infantry with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

“Why are you here?” one of the Infantry shouts back, but before a spat can brew, our RSC teacher strides in, his demeanor calm and authoritative amidst the gathering tension.

“Welcome to Land Navigation,” he announces with a broad smile, his assistants bustling behind him, distributing waterskins and maps like a conductor leading an orchestra. “For this part of RSC, riders, you’ll be working with the other quadrants. Infantry is advanced at Land Nav, Healers are here in case of an incident, and, of course, a Scribe to document everything.”

A ripple of questions flits through the crowd, and one male second-year rider speaks up, skepticism dripping from his tone. “So, what's the point?”

“There is a very high probability that you’ll get separated from your dragon in the middle of the battlefield,” he explains, his voice steady. “Anyone could be out there with you. You’ll have to learn to work together to make it to the extraction point on your map in two days using all of your strengths. Good luck.” With that, he turns and retreats back to the cart he arrived on, leaving us in the clearing, confusion hanging in the air like a thick fog.

“Desa?” I called out. 

“This class is pointless when I could fly to you right now,” she replies, her annoyance tangible even from afar. 

“Do you have a clue as to where we are?” I ask her, peering over Dain’s shoulder at the map he clutches, the lines and markings unfurling like a story waiting to be told. 

“South of Basgiath. Just on the other side of the mountains.” 

I leaned over the crinkled map in Dain's hands. “Desa says we’re here.” My voice was low, almost a whisper as I pointed at a spot on the map. “Basgiath is just on the other side of the mountain range.”

Dain squinted at the map, brow furrowed in concentration. “Cath confirms,” he murmured. “So we just need to go east to reach the extraction point?”

“We’re obviously west! Look at the mountains!” 

“Look at the sun! We’re clearly to the north!” The Infantry cadets were locked in a heated debate, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony of confusion, hands pointing and maps being shoved together, each claiming to have the correct answer. 

“Can we leave them?” I inquired aloud, my voice barely cutting through the noise as I took a sip from my waterskin. The cool liquid sloshed against my throat, but it did little to quell the rising anxiety within me. 

“I’m with Wren. They’re already on my nerves.” Imogen’s arms were crossed, her stance firm as she leaned against a tree, her eyes flickering over the commotion with a mixture of irritation and amusement. The tension in the air was palpable, thick as the looming clouds gathering overhead, as we watched the cadets begin to throw punches.

Suddenly, a rustle from the underbrush caught my attention, followed by a low growl that sent shivers racing down my spine. “Was that…” I started, my voice hitching as I slowly turned to glance over my shoulder.

“Dragon!” A shrill voice cut through the chaos, and we all turned as one to behold the glowing eyes of a green dragon peering out from the shadows. 

“No one moves!” Dain’s voice thundered, slicing through the panic. “Eyes to the ground. Do. Not. Run.”

The tension was electric; I could feel it crackling in the air as riders instinctively dropped their gazes, but behind me, I heard the high-pitched shrieks of two Infantry cadets. I turned in horror to see them frozen, their eyes locked on the dragon’s hungry gaze. 

“Get down!” I shouted, my heart racing, but the warning came too late. In a heartbeat, the green dragon unleashed a torrent of flames. “Desa!” I yelled, desperation clawing at my throat.

“Already on it!” A flash of movement caught my eye as Desa barreled in, her powerful jaws clamping around the green dragon’s mouth, pinning it with a force that reverberated through the ground beneath me. “Now would be a good time to run.” 

A wave of relief washed over me as I witnessed my dragon’s protective instincts in action, and I couldn’t help but sigh. 

“I have never been more grateful for how protective Desa is.” Imogen laughs as she pulls up the fallen Infantry cadets.

“Everyone to the east! Let's go!” I shouted, urgency ringing in my voice as I positioned myself to ensure everyone made it to safety.

“This has to be against the rules,” Dain grumbled, his expression a mixture of disbelief and concern.

“Would you prefer to be dead?” I snapped back, adrenaline coursing through my veins. “They said we had to get to extraction the hard way in case we were separated from our dragons. But we’ll always have our bonds, so obviously we can use them.” I shrugged, leading the tail end of our group with determination. “They also never said anything about our dragons finding us first.”

“I’m just saying, Wren. You won’t always have Desa.” Dain’s voice was stern, a warning laced within the words. “We’re supposed to do this without them.”

“Dain, I can a hundred percent guarantee that the day you see me without Desa, I’m fucking dead.” My voice was low, fierce as I turned to meet his gaze, the intensity of my emotions pouring out. “Now let's go.” 

I approached my room after finally making it back from Land Nav three days later. I'm in desperate need of a shower and at least 12 hours of sleep. As I reached for the door, a familiar laugh broke through the haze of my frustration. 

“How was RSC?” Garrick’s voice rang out, teasingly lighthearted. The sound made my insides churn. I could almost feel the echo of his laughter resonating against my throbbing side. 

I grumble a response, unable to mask my irritation and with a heavy sigh, I push open the door, the familiar scent of my room wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. I made a beeline for my bag, my fingers brushing against the fabric as I pulled it onto my shoulder. But as I turned to leave, a figure emerged from the shadows, causing me to jump and wince.

“Shit, Xay. Why are you sneaking around my room?” I exclaimed, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly at the sight of him. 

His eyes narrowed, scanning me with an intensity that made me instinctively flinch. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice low and steady, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. I felt the weight of his gaze settle on the hand I instinctively pressed against my side.

“I’m fine,” I sighed, forcing my feet to move towards the door, but Xaden wasn’t having it. He stepped in front of me, blocking my path with a quiet determination that sent a flicker of warmth through my chest. “Let me see,” he commanded gently, lifting my shirt with a careful hand. I winced at the sight of the blue and purple bruise blooming across my side, a testament to my futile attempt to break up the fight between the two Riders and an infantry cadet. I had thought I could step in, play the mediator, but instead, I had become collateral damage in their reckless skirmish.

“Who did this to you?” Xaden growled, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the air between us, thick with concern. 

“Couple of idiots got into a fist fight during RSC, and I fell. Desa already scorched them. I’m fine,” I replied, attempting to brush off his worry with a wave of my hand, though the tremor in my voice betrayed the ache that settled deep within my bones. I tugged my shirt down, the fabric whispering against my skin, a futile attempt to shield the bruising beneath. “Can I go shower now?” 

“Did the healers do anything?” His tone remained steadfast, scowling at my side as I made my way to the shower. I felt a flicker of annoyance at his persistence, the kind that made my heart ache with a blend of frustration and relief at his caring.

“It wasn’t going to magically heal with the worthless supplies they left us.” I sighed, pushing through the door to the bathroom, the cool air colliding with the heat of my anger, making me wince once more. Xaden reached up to hold the door, his body a sturdy barrier against my impatience. 

I struggled to strip myself of the sweat-soaked clothes, the fabric clinging stubbornly to my skin, but Xaden was already moving, efficient and unyielding as he stepped closer. His presence was warm, grounding, and as he reached for the hem of my shirt, my breath caught in my throat. 

“Let me help you,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, softening the edges of the moment. The way he looked at me, a mix of worry and fierce protectiveness, sent my heart racing. I froze, caught in the gravity of his gaze as he carefully pulled the shirt over my head. His fingers brushed against my skin like a whisper, moving down the length of my arms, slowly working the fabric over my hands, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps that ignited my senses. 

His hands then ventured towards my pants, tugging down the fabric along with my underwear. Xaden, ever attuned to my needs, turned to adjust the water. I'm guided under the stream, the warm water pelting my muscles with a welcoming force, washing away the remnants of exhaustion and pain that clung to me like a second skin. 

I let out a moan, my body responding to the warmth that penetrated deep into my sore limbs. Xaden’s hands moved with a deliberate ease, kneading my muscles and easing the tightness that had settled in. 

His presence felt like a cocoon, shielding me from the world outside, as he moved to my hair, the cool droplets falling softly against my scalp. I leaned into him, surrendering to the sensation as he gently began to wash the matted mess that once was my braid, carefully working through the knots with nimble fingers. A sigh escaped my lips, the heat of the water chasing the exhaustion from my bones, but as he tipped my head back, the water cascaded over the sore muscles of my neck, sending a rush of pain straight to my brain.

“Oh Gods—” I cursed, my voice a hiss as the ache surged through me. “Hurts,” I mumble with a soft whine.

"I know, Little Bird. Just a little longer." Xaden’s promise wrapped around me, his tone soothing as he lathered soap against my body. His fingers continued to ease the ache in my muscles, the warmth of his touch seeping into my skin, creating an intoxicating blend of comfort and tenderness. He rubbed small circles against my hips, and as the pain began to drift away, I surrendered to the gentle waves of relief.

After several minutes of soothing kneads and relaxing circles, his fingers danced to my shoulders, and the pressure built into something else entirely—a different kind of ache that coiled tight in my chest, making it hard to breathe. Still, he didn’t stop, his hands traveling down to my fingertips, each caress delicate and intentional, igniting sparks that traveled along my skin like electricity. 

He dropped my soap and rinsed my body off, a ritualistic cleansing that felt almost sacred in its intimacy. "Xay," I softly moaned as his hands smoothed over my skin, ensuring not a single bubble remained on me. 

"All clean, Little Bird." He smiled, the warmth in his eyes melting away any remnants of discomfort. He shut off the water and wrapped me in a towel, his movements gentle yet decisive. "Let's get you to bed." 

I nodded softly, leaning into him as he picked up my shower bag, my heart fluttering at the tender care he offered. It wasn’t until we stepped into the hall that I realized he was still dressed, the squish of his soaked boots echoing against the stone. 

"Shit, Xay, you're soaked," I pointed out, the corners of my mouth tugging upward despite the situation.

"It's okay," he laughed softly, his voice a balm for my worries. “I’ll get you dressed and in bed, and then I’ll go change, okay? Don’t worry about me.” 

His assurance wrapped around me like a comforting cloak, and soon I found myself settled in bed, donning an oversized t-shirt—probably one of Xaden's that I had stolen—and a pair of shorts. The exhaustion that clung to me was relentless, and I surrendered to it, drifting into a deep sleep almost instantly.

I haven’t spoken to Xaden since Threshing, a time that now feels like a lifetime ago. The memory of that moment lingers like a shadow in the recesses of my mind, deepening with every passing day. After I confided in him about the unsettling vision I had—seeing Jack and his reckless friends chase after the golden feathertail—Xaden and Sgaeyl vanished into the tangled embrace of the woods, as if the trees had swallowed them whole. 

I placed Sgaeyl in the perfect vantage point to witness Violet's fierce defense of the smaller dragon, Inow, Violet stood intertwined with the mate of my boyfriend’s dragon, destined to be eternally tethered to each other, a connection so profound it seemed to dwarf the ties between Xaden and me.

I sealed his mental door, and began isolating myself. I filled my hours with distractions, lingering where I knew he wouldn't be, never allowing our paths to cross in the way they once had. 

This weekend would be a respite from my attempts, since I find myself confined in a cell with my squad for the next RSC session—interrogations. 

The key in the pack beneath my dresser.

We had been instructed to share a personal secret, an exercise meant to forge bonds and strip away facades. My squadmates offered the simplest revelations—whispers of weakness and insecurities. But when the circle turned to me, I found myself at a loss. The secrets I held felt heavy on my tongue, yet they couldn't surface. Instead, I uttered the thought that had plagued me for weeks, “I think Xaden and I are done.” 

The words hung in the air like a weighty stone, drawing the gazes of my squad mates, their eyes wide with disbelief. 

“I don’t believe it!” Imogen exclaimed, laughter escaping her lips before faltering as she caught sight of the tears pooling in my eyes. “Wren…”

“It’s nearly impossible to maintain a relationship outside the bond of mated dragons. You’re always stationed together; your connection exists because of the dragons. Violet and Xaden are destined for each other in the end.” 

“That’s a shitty secret,” Cianna muttered, her voice dripping with disdain.

“I’m sorry, do you know something about me that I don’t? Please, enlighten me.” I snapped, hastily drying my tears, feeling the heat of anger rise.

“What’s your signet?” Heaton probed, genuine curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“Didn’t get one,” I replied too quickly, my heart racing. 

“You bonded with your mother’s dragon and didn’t get a signet? I call bullshit,” Cianna chortled, her laughter echoing off the cold stone walls. 

“We’re not doing this,” Dain interjected, his tone firm. “We’re a squad; we have to work as a team.”

“Then let Signetless take the brunt of the torture. Since we'll have to do the heavy lifting on the field,” Cianna shot back, her voice sharp as she kicked the solitary metal chair toward me.

“She’s our best fighter and a brilliant strategist. Just because she doesn’t have a signet doesn’t diminish her value,” Dain defended, as the cell door swung open, revealing our interrogator.

“Then put her in the chair, Cadet Aetos. If she’s as valuable as you claim, let’s see if she breaks,” came the cool, authoritative voice of our professor’s assistant as he stepped into the room, chains clinking ominously as they secured our squad to the back wall, leaving me bound to the chair like a sacrificial lamb. 

“Tell me, Little Bird, do you break easily?” the interrogator murmured into my ear like a snake’s hiss. 

“You haven’t earned the right to call me that,” I retorted, keeping my head defiantly turned away from him, my heart racing with adrenaline.

“Tell us the passphrases, and we’ll let you all go unscathed. Refuse, and we’ll ensure this pretty little bird can’t chirp anymore.” He says to those chained behind me.

“Don’t! I can handle it,” I warned my squad, my voice steady despite the unease bubbling within me. But before I could brace myself, a hand struck my cheek, jolting my senses.

“Always the hero, aren’t you?” he taunted, his grip unyielding as he forced my jaw to move so our eyes met. “Did you know we’re allowed to do our research before we interrogate? There’s a plethora of information about you out there, Wrenley.” His grip tightened, the pain radiating through my jaw, but I refused to show weakness. “The girl who bonded her dead mother’s dragon. The orphan of a rider who died for Navarre, and a healer who betrayed the very people his wife sacrificed her life to save. It’s all so tragic, really.”

“You know nothing of my parents,” I spat, the words spilling from my lips like venom. He merely brushed it off, tsking with a nonchalance that ignited my fury, his fist meeting my other cheek in a swift, punishing blow.

I tasted blood as it pooled in my mouth, the metallic tang sharp against my tongue. “I know plenty, just like how I know plenty about your boyfriend. I mean who doesn’t?” His eyes flickered toward the table against the wall, where a menagerie of blades lay waiting. Each one glimmered, reflecting the light with promises of pain and torment. “The son of the great betrayer, bonded to a mated dragon whose mate has a new rider.”

“You won’t break me,” I vowed, my voice strong as I spat out more blood, my resolve unwavering.

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t need to break you. But I can break him.” His gaze shifted to Dain, who was already struggling against his chains, a look of determination etched across his face. “He cares a lot, doesn’t he?”

“We’re not friends,” I muttered, just quiet enough for Dain to remain oblivious.

“That’s a shame.” The interrogator rested a blade against my thigh, pressing it into the fabric of my pants, the cold steel biting into my skin. “So, he wouldn’t break if you were near death?”

“Like you said, I’m a traitor’s kid—a marked one. Do your worst.” 

“We’ll see,” he replied, a cruel smile playing on his lips as the air grew thick.

We didn’t break, we certainly didn’t escape either. Nolon had skillfully mended my cracked ribs and the deep gashes that marred my body like jagged scars on a weathered tapestry. Dain escorted me to my room, his orders echoing in my ears—rest and return to classes only when I was ready. Today, a full day later, I found myself traversing the corridors with Bodhi and Imogen. I understood all too well that my squad mates thought me as a hindrance to the quadrant, but I'm determination not to give them more reasons to resent my existence. So, I attended classes today.

As we made our way across the courtyard, my gaze flickered to the side where Violet and Dain were in a heated argument. In the shadows, Xaden lurked, his presence almost palpable, an unspoken tension clinging to the atmosphere around him. Just as he shifted, stepping toward me, a piercing scream shattered the fragile silence. 

“Make it stop!” The voice belonged to a Third Wing first-year, panic etched across his face. His hands clutched his head, fingers tangled in his hair as he stumbled down the steps of the rotunda, desperation spilling from his lips like a prayer gone awry. “For gods’ sake, make it stop.”

Not again.

A ripple of concern surged through the crowd as cadets began to circle around the boy. 

“Jeremiah!” 

“You!” He spun around, fury igniting his features as he pointed accusingly at a third-year student, Grace, if my memory served right. “You think I’ve lost it!” His head tilted at an unnatural angle, reminiscent of a marionette whose strings had gone awry. His voice, once frantic, now shifted into a dissonant whisper, “How does he know? He shouldn’t know!” His frantic gaze darted from one face to another, until it landed squarely on Dain. “Is Violet going to hate me forever? Why can’t she see that I just want to keep her alive? How is he…? He’s reading my thoughts!”

I reached out mentally, trying to penetrate the veil of his turmoil, to ease the storm of worry raging within him after spotting Professor Carr's hurried steps.

“Get out!” Jeremiah commanded, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. “It’ll be okay, just take a breath.” His tone was a soothing balm against the panic, but Jeremiah’s cries rang out again, “Get out of my head!”

“Do something,” I heard Violet plead, her voice trembling, and I knew it was Xaden beside her as the shadows began to creep ominously toward Jeremiah.

“Start mentally reciting whatever bookish shit you’ve learned.” 

“I’m sorry?”

“Clear your thoughts! If you value your secrets, do it now,” Xaden ordered, his urgency palpable as he maneuvered through the throng to reach me. “Let me in,” he growled, shoving Bodhi aside as if he were nothing more than a fleeting shadow. I cracked open the door to my mind, and his thoughts flooded in, a torrential wave of urgency crashing over me. “We can’t save him. Leave his mind before you get exposed.”

“He deserves some peace for what Carr is about to do,” I countered defiantly.

“And you!” Jeremiah’s gaze locked onto Garrick, his despair palpable. “Damn it all to hell, he’ll know about—” But shadows coiled around Jeremiah’s mouth, silencing his frantic words. His eyes, wide and pleading, locked onto mine as I pressed down on his anxiety, forcing him to calm.

“Get out now before Carr kills him.” The urgency clawed at my throat, yet I held my ground as cadets began shouting accusations, branding him an inntinnsic. Then, with a sickening crack that echoed like a death knell, I was thrust out of Jeremiah’s mind. His lifeless eyes stared blankly at me as he fell, the finality of his existence crashing down like an avalanche of despair. 

A harsh gasp tore itself from my throat, my breath caught in my chest, the taste of loss sharp and metallic.

“Breathe, Little Bird.” Xaden’s hand gripped my arm, grounding me as tears pooled in my eyes. I had felt Jeremiah die, had sensed the moment his soul met Malek in an unforgiving embrace. “Come on.” He guided me away from the circle, pulling me to the shadowy corner where the school’s walls met the aged buildings, a sanctuary amid chaos. “Talk to me, Wren.”

“Not… worried about… Violet now?” My words came out in jagged gasps, the sick feeling in my chest beginning to ease, if only slightly.

“Should’ve left his head on time,” Desa chastised, her voice laced with disappointment.

“You’ve been ignoring me for a month now, Wren. What is going on?” Xaden pressed, his gaze piercing through the fog of uncertainty that enveloped me.

“You and Violet have this connection that will never fade. I will always be a third wheel in my own relationship because if one of you dies, so will the other.” The words tumbled out, raw and unrefined, but I refused to shed tears over this again.

“How many times do I have to say that I love you? Only you. Always have, always will.” His desperation was tangible, a lifeline thrown in turbulent seas. “You are the love of my life, Wrenley! No dragon mating bond is going to change that.”

“But the way you look at her will,” I replied, my heart aching as his expression faltered.

“Xaden,” Garrick’s voice broke through, quiet but insistent. “We have to go.”

“Shit,” Xaden muttered, a flicker of frustration crossing his features as he trapped me against the wall, his intensity consuming the space between us. “We’re going to talk when I get back. I’m not letting you run from this. From us.”

“Xaden!” Garrick called again, urgency threading through his words as he reached for him, attempting to pull him away.

“Don’t bot—”

“We are not giving up until we talk.” Xaden’s hands cupped my face, a silent promise forged in the heat of the moment. “Promise me we’ll talk.” All I could do was nod, the weight of my own emotions heavy on my shoulders, before Xaden pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead and, with a final glance, took off running with Garrick, leaving me standing in the shadows.

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