#mira/drake

[theespressooqueen]

Drawn a crowd

As Mira sat down for dinner, she glanced at the table across from theirs, where a small crowd of women were laughing and leaning in toward a tall, dark-haired man. She raised an eyebrow in curiosity, muttering, “What’s that about?”

Garrick, taking the seat beside her, smirked and replied, “That? Oh, they’re flocking around Drake Cordella. You know, the nerd trapped in a pretty face and a warrior’s body.” Mira rolled her eyes, an amused scoff escaping her.

Your flier is here somewhere,Teine’s voice echoed through her bond, soft and steady.

Where? Mira asked, scanning the room, her gaze flickering from one face to another. No one seemed to be watching her—at least, not until her eyes locked on the man with whiskey-colored eyes amidst the gathered women. He was, admittedly, hard to ignore. And he was looking at her, a flicker of curiosity and something else in his gaze.

She raised a brow at him, her lips quirking in faint challenge. Then, turning back to Garrick, she tried to brush off the strange warmth lingering in her chest. But Garrick noticed. “Looks like you’ve caught pretty boy’s attention, Captain, Sorrengail.” he teased, nudging her with a grin.

Beside her, Brennan chuckled in quiet agreement. “Seems like it.”

“You guys are annoying,” Mira muttered, shaking her head as she returned to her food, brushing off the notion.

But Teine’s presence tugged at her, whispering in her mind, If you say so.

Mira didn’t dignify that with a response, though her thoughts wandered to the intensity of Drake’s gaze. The shadows had hidden him well, but now, out in the open, she couldn’t help but wonder if this “nerd” with a warrior’s body might be the one who had haunted her patrols all this time.

——

"It’s been three days!" Drake grumbled to Syrena as they headed toward the gym. He’d been trying to get even a brief introduction to Mira, but every time he thought he’d finally catch her, she somehow slipped from his reach.

Syrena only smirked, patting him on the shoulder as he peeled off his shirt. "Patience, cousin. You’ll get your moment."

Drake scoffed, rolling his shoulders as he prepared for the sparring match with Garrick. Garrick, Mira's second-in-command, arched a brow as he noted Drake’s frustration. "What’s the issue?"

Syrena couldn’t resist. "He’s upset that I haven’t introduced him to Mira yet."

"Oh, so you're interested in our captain?" Garrick laughed, eyeing Drake knowingly. "I noticed the way you looked at her the other night."

Drake clenched his jaw, muttering, “And I saw how you leaned close to her. Stop it.”

Garrick’s grin only widened, enjoying Drake’s clear jealousy. "Oh, is that so? Funny, I just sparred with her last night."

Drake’s eyes flared. "Don’t do it again!"

They squared off, each fueled by tension that went beyond the usual sparring. Garrick, amused, kept poking at him, clearly enjoying the fact that the infamous Drake Cordella was rattled. Around them, women gathered, watching the two handsome men clash with a barely-contained eagerness.

Finally, Drake caught Garrick in a headlock, forcing him to yield. They pulled apart, breathing hard as they grabbed water bottles and towels. Garrick chuckled, nodding toward the women watching from the sidelines. “Looks like we’ve drawn a crowd.”

Drake barely glanced their way—until he caught sight of a familiar set of brown eyes just behind them. Mira. Every other face in the crowd blurred as his eyes locked onto hers, intense and curious, the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

Turning to Syrena, he didn’t even try to hide his impatience. "Syrena, introduce me. Now."

Syrena laughed, raising her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Let’s not keep the poor man waiting any longer."

[b3anieperson]

Things I do not want but expect in Onyx Storm (also things I do want but you all have to figure that out)

Naolin comes back (or has always been and never died-) as a venin

Tairn dies

Xaden ties Violet's shoes

Colonel Aetos comes back to bite us in the ass

Someone close to Xaden dies (I'm placing bets on Bodhi, sorry)

Violet's second signet is going to be ward weaving (maybe idfk)

Bodoc happens???

We meet Drake Cordella!

One of the Cordella children dies (placing bets on Syrena)

Gamogen/Immrick happens???

We have a meeting with Venin

Mira or Brennan get severely injured in said meeting with Venin

We FINALLY get to hear about Liam wielding ice in the Battle of Resson

Viscount Tecarus dies (thank fucking god)

We get to meet the Queen of Poromiel

They drag King Tauri kicking and fucking screaming to a meeting with the Queen of Poromiel

We meet Halden

We get history on how (I hope) Halden and Vi dated

We hate Halden

Aaric hates Halden a tad bit too

Aaric x Sloane (pleaseee RY I begggg)

Sgaeyl and Tairn have eggs (maybe idfk)

Andarna can finally fly fully and we learn that she CAN support Vi while flying

We learn that Lillith Sorrengail was a Venin (see a pervious post about that theory)

Jack Barlowe is killed (PLEASE IM TIRED OF THIS FLYING RAT TURD)

Dain Aetos dies (killed by his own father, such shame)

Okay now we play a game, I'M Xaden Riorson, and YOU'RE all Violet Sorrengail, ask me what I mean (by reblogging or commenting or asking) and I'll explain what I mean. (I hope that it'll make sense because my tiny pea brain doesn't work well at midnight apparently)

[lenn-ey]

movie date (read pragmatist)

[bookdragon-shenanigans]

The Empyrean as shitposts (or whatever its called)

been wanting to do this for a while now but kept procastinating and then got inspired @somethingsomewhereanywhere's post

(if you see spelling mistakes no you dont)

(ive been contemplating whether or not to start posting instead of spectating because turns out im shy online too so fuck it lets do it ig)

Iron Squad:

Andarna:

Black- Ridoc, Grey- Rhiannon:

White- The assembly, Blue- Xaden

Sawyer when Jesinia:

Me when Varrish:

Xaden to Violet when she found out about the vennin:

(The quote is Markham and violet's posting this)

Brennan:

Maren: (yes the post is about cat)

Imrrick:

White- Xaden, Blue- Garrick

Drake Cordella:

Literally everyone in this damn series:

Mira Sorrengail:

Syrena Cordella:

[skyfallscotland]

Mira Sorrengail is the type of badass woman who absolutely does not have a praise kink...until Drake Cordella calls her a ‘good girl’.

[bookaddictedrose]

ATTENTION ALL FOURTH WING FANS

Who's interested in starting a Fourth Wing roleplay community??? If you've ever seen the tig one, you know what I mean lol

I will keep a list up in case anyone wants to know what's still available.

If you're interested or have any questions, please message me (or @rainydays-5 )!!!

Please please please make this a thing 😭🙏

(i'm either gonna be Violet or Imogen btw, still undecided)

Edit: by the way, spots are first come first serve, and aren't guaranteed, as people may change their mind, but basically first to message gets the spot, okay?

[justallihere]

i've already asked @skyfallscotland this but, what sports do you think Mira and Drake would play? Asking for research purposes 💀

Mira: soccer or volleyball

Drake: fencing (bc i have this headcanon that he grew up posh), swimming, or ice hockey (but thats just bc i like ice hockey ngl)

Mira is tall and strong so she could be good at anything honestly lol. She needs something she could be mean to people at. Rugby maybe?

Drake being a fancy rich boy and learning how to fence sounds entirely on brand. I don’t picture him as team sport kind of guy (I say having never seen his character on page)

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Surface Bound makes a return!

We've got a proper ref sheet for the main man himself; Eli Shane

Then we have some students at Darefield High

The Goner/Missing Trio of Roman 'Twist Senior', Marie Serene and Tom Por

And finally the Tough Guys/Scrap Force as cafeteria workers, while Lil' Stevie is a maintenance worker

[bluestarrcreations]

✨ Commission - Girl’s Night ✨

Half body commission finished for @slugterra-twisted-ends !! ✨

Mira (back left) belongs to her, Katrina (back right) belongs to me, & Trixie (front) is a canon Slugterra character. Pose based on a photo from Pinterest!

[loveisadare]

your honour, i love them

practicing face and hair perspectives ft. the boy wonders <3

the refs i used: hair inspo, more hair inspo, even more hair inspo, pose inspo!

[intairnwetrust]

We need to talk more about the fact that Rebecca Yarros basically said through Syrena that Mira is Drakes type

[theespressooqueen]

You won’t bat an eye

The golden glow of the evening light filtered into the tavern as Mira and Drake sat at their table, surrounded by their squad and his drift. Dinner was in full swing, the air filled with the aroma of lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and hearty laughter. Drake, as always, was impossibly attentive—making sure Mira had everything she needed, from an extra napkin to a perfectly filled glass of water. Lydia, the tavern owner, continued to treat Mira with a special fondness, much to Mira’s polite frustration.

Halfway through the meal, Vince leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "So, Captain Sorrengail," he drawled, "you looked pretty worked up earlier. Don’t tell me you were jealous of the blonde from last night."

Mira nearly choked on her drink, glaring at him. "Jealous? Of her? Don’t be ridiculous."

The riders and fliers around them exchanged knowing glances, smirking. Vince leaned forward, pushing her buttons further. "Oh, come on. Prove it then. If you’re not jealous, let Captain Cordella kiss whoever he wants in this tavern. You won’t bat an eye."

Mira’s eyes narrowed, her pride flaring. "Fine. He can kiss anyone he likes, and I won’t care one bit."

Drake, who had been calmly sipping his drink, raised an eyebrow. "Anyone?" he asked, his whiskey-colored eyes gleaming with interest.

Mira crossed her arms, her tone cool but secretly fuming. "Yes, anyone."

Drake set his drink down slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Alright then," he murmured, standing from his chair.

Mira watched as he pretended to scan the room, his gaze sweeping over the women in the tavern. A few of them straightened up, clearly hoping they’d be his choice. Mira rolled her eyes, doing her best to look disinterested.

Then, without warning, Drake turned back to her. In one smooth motion, he cupped her cheeks and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers.

Mira froze, her eyes wide as his warm, firm lips moved against hers. She brought her hands up to push him away, but he held her close, his hands steady and strong.

When he finally pulled back, his breath mingling with hers, his voice was low and teasing. "You told me anyone I like, Captain Beautiful. And the one I like—the only one I want—is you."

Before Mira could respond, Drake tilted her chin and kissed her again, this time deeper and more possessive, as if making sure everyone in the room understood what she meant to him.

The tavern erupted in squeals and cheers. Lydia swooned, clutching her chest, while the men hollered in approval.

Mira’s face was flushed when Drake finally released her, a triumphant grin on his face. "That’ll teach you to make bold claims," he murmured against her ear.

She shoved him lightly, her cheeks burning. "You’re impossible," she hissed before turning on her heel and marching upstairs.

"Don’t follow me!" she snapped over her shoulder, her voice shaking with indignation.

The room fell silent for a beat before one of the fliers chuckled. "Be ready tomorrow, lads. Our fierce captain will definitely retaliate."

Drake sat back down, utterly unbothered, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Let her. I’m looking forward to it."

-- --

Mira slammed the door to their shared room and leaned against it, her cheeks still hot from the events downstairs. She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to quiet the chaos in her mind. One night sharing a room with Drake Cordella had been challenging enough, but now it was two nights. And tonight—tonight, he had kissed her in front of everyone.

Her lips still tingled from the kiss, and her traitorous body seemed to remember it all too well. It’s just adrenaline, she told herself, pacing the small room. It doesn’t mean anything.

But her heart wouldn’t stop racing, and her thoughts refused to settle. She grabbed fresh set of clothes and stormed into the bathroom. The warm water cascaded over her, easing some of the tension, but the image of Drake’s smirk and the way his hands had cradled her face refused to wash away.

When she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a robe, she was relieved to find the room still empty. She quickly dressed, slipping into her camisole and shorts sleepwear. Needing a distraction, she decided to check on her injured squad mates.

Down the hall, she found them resting in a small room. They greeted her with smiles, their spirits lifted after a day of healing. Mira crouched by their beds, inspecting their bandages and ensuring they were well enough to fly back to Tyrrendor tomorrow.

"You’re all set," she said with a small smile. "Just take it easy during the flight. You’ll get a proper week to rest once we’re back."

One of them grinned. "Thanks, Captain. Really. You’ve been amazing."

Mira waved off the praise, but before she could reply, the door creaked open.

Drake stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on her. His shoulders visibly relaxed, and he let out a sigh.

“What’s the problem now?” Mira asked, crossing her arms.

“You weren’t in our room,” he said, his tone clipped, but there was an undercurrent of concern. “That’s the problem.”

The two injured squadmates exchanged amused looks, snickering quietly. Mira shot them a glare, and they quickly silenced themselves, feigning innocence.

"I was just checking on them," she said, standing. Then, to her squadmates, she added, "You two rest up. We’ll be flying for hours tomorrow, and I need you ready."

“Yes, ma’am,” one of them said, barely hiding a smirk.

Mira strode past Drake, her head held high. He followed close behind, his presence as overwhelming as ever.

As they walked back to their room, Mira could feel his eyes on her. She didn’t turn around, refusing to acknowledge the strange tension simmering between them. When they reached the door, Drake reached past her to open it, his arm brushing against hers.

“Next time,” he murmured, his voice low and firm, “tell me where you’re going.”

Mira rolled her eyes, stepping inside. “I don’t need a babysitter, Cordella.”

“No,” he said, closing the door behind them, his eyes locking onto hers. “But I like knowing where you are.”

Her heart stuttered, but she quickly brushed past him, muttering, “Good night, Cordella,” before crawling into her side of the bed.

-- --

Drake pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the chair by the window, the muscles in his back and arms flexing with the motion. He walked to his side of the bed and settled in, lying on his back. Folding both hands behind his head, he tried to keep them far away from the tempting thought of reaching out to Mira.

His gaze drifted to the ceiling, his thoughts circling the events of the day. The image of Mira wandering the market alone, completely unaware of the potential dangers, still churned in his gut. He clenched his jaw, annoyed not only at her recklessness but at the sheer panic he’d felt when he couldn’t find her.

And then, there was the isle merchant, bold enough to touch her. Drake’s fingers twitched, remembering how satisfying it had felt to pin the man by the neck. The market had been a turning point, though—a statement, clear and loud, that Mira Sorrengail was under his protection.

And then, there was the kiss.

Drake allowed himself a small smile, his heart thudding at the memory of her lips against his. He hadn’t planned it, but he didn’t regret it either. Letting the world—and Mira—know how he felt had been worth every second. He knew word would spread quickly: Drake Cordella, Lord of Breavick, likes Mira Sorrengail. Hopefully, it would ease his people’s unease about dragon riders and make Mira’s integration smoother.

But tonight, none of that mattered as much as keeping her close.

Mira was lying on her side, her back to him, clearly doing her best to ignore him. Drake glanced at her, his resolve solidifying. He couldn’t sleep knowing she might slip away again, even if only to check on her squad.

Without a word, he reached over, capturing her hand and gently but firmly pinning it against his chest.

“Cordella!” Mira hissed, tugging her hand in protest.

He held firm, turning his head to look at her, his whiskey-colored eyes serious. “I’m still mad at you for leaving alone earlier.” His voice was low and steady, carrying the weight of his frustration. “Let me hold you so I know you’re here.”

Mira glared at him, her cheeks flushing. “I’m not going anywhere. Let go.”

“No.” His tone softened, his fingers lacing with hers as he pressed her palm over his heartbeat. “Sleep now, Captain Beautiful. We have a long flight tomorrow.”

Mira let out a frustrated sigh, but after a moment, her hand relaxed against his chest. “You’re insufferable,” she muttered, turning her face away from him.

Drake smirked, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. “Good night, Mira.”

He closed his eyes, feeling her warmth next to him, finally able to let sleep claim him.

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[lenn-ey]

hanging

[happygirl2oo2]

[in their university days]

Mira: "Is the glass half empty or half full?" Nico: "Half full" Libby: "Half empty" Max *drinks all the water from the cup*: "The glass is fucking empty" Gideon, from across the room: "Yeet"

[skyfallscotland]

Not me taking a smutty little prompt and building a whole damn world around it—very on brand. The prompt was: "I’ll take good care of you, I promise." from @nightprompts and let me tell you, he does, in fact, take good care of her 😉

“So you’re the one who gave me that scar.” I stare, uncomprehending. “What?” I manage to bite out. He lifts a hand, tapping his finger over the scar trailing from his ear to his collarbone, a match for the one I’d had clawed into me by a gryphon just like his. I bite down on my tongue as I think about the mirror of a burn long-since healed, that mars the skin of my torso. A scar that every man or woman I’ve ever taken to bed since has commented on. And he’s worried about a line on the side of his neck? My blood boils.

— The State of Rider-Flier Relations, now up on AO3, xf