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Liam Mairi x Fem reader where r! needs release bc her dragon is having a moment miss ma'am and like Liam helps and he is the sweetest,kindest and most gentle person ever? KSSJSJ HE'S SO SWEET I CAN'T. MY BABY

'Dragons & Comforting Embraces'

Liam Mairi x Fem!Reader

A/N:Ty for the req (I tried!!) <3 HE'S IN MY ILY FOREVER CLUB,MY SWEET BOY 😭😭

You rushed back to your room, hoping to find some solace,feeling the heat radiating through your entire body. Your dragon had just been particularly active, pouring its lust directly into you,leaving you frustratingly needy. To your surprise,as you opened the door, expecting to find the room empty, you came across a surprising sight:Liam was already there, sitting calmly on your bed. His blonde hair framed his kind blue eyes, and his tall frame exuded warmth and comfort.

"Oh, hey Y/N," Liam greeted, standing up eagerly. "I was just about to leave. Did you need something?" His dimples flashed as he spoke, a genuine smile lighting up his face but he noticed something was off,so he asked

"Are you alright?" Liam asked, concern lacing his voice. "You look...quite flustered."

You could only nod, unable to find your voice amidst her lust-addled haze. Liam's blue eyes held nothing but understanding and compassion as he approached you cautiously.

"It's alright," he whispered gently, reaching out to cup her flushed cheeks. "I know what you're going through. It'll pass soon enough, but until then, I'll stay with you, if you'd like."

You didn't answer, instead wrapping your arms around Liam's waist, pressing your aching body against his. He hesitated for only a moment before returning the embrace, his hand sliding down your spine to rest on your hip. The warmth of his touch seeped into your very core,a steady comfort in the midst of your turmoil.

"Please," you managed to whisper,your voice barely above a breath. "I need...help."

Liam looked at you, concern etched across his features. "You shouldn't be alone right now," he said softly, reaching out to touch your cheek gently.His fingers lingered on your skin, creating a spark that seemed to electrify your entire being. You leaned into his touch, craving his warmth and comfort.

"I don't want to be alone," you whispered again, your breath hitching as you felt your desire grow even stronger.

"Please, Liam," you begged, reaching out and grasping his shirt. "I need some relief.Anything!"

Liam looked into your eyes, seeing the desperation and longing. He gently removed your hand from his shirt and leaned in close, his breath caressing your cheek. "Alright," he whispered. "But promise me you'll be okay after."

"I promise." You murmured,hazy still.

As you undressed each other, your fingers trembled, unable to control your shaking limbs. You could hardly think straight, your mind hazy with desire and desperation. Liam, however, remained calm and collected, his deft hands unbuttoning your shirt and unfastening your pants with ease.

His blue eyes never left your own as he helped you slip out of your clothes, taking care not to cause even the slightest discomfort. Once you were naked, he guided you onto the soft bed, his hand stroking your back comfortingly.

"Just relax," he whispered softly, his voice low and calming. "We'll take it slow, alright?"

You nodded, biting your lower lip nervously. His hand slid down your spine, cupping your hip, and then slowly exploring the curve of your ass. His touch sent electricity coursing through your entire body, making you arch into his grasp.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration.His thumb brushed across your hipbone, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body.

"Relax," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let me take care of you."

With that, Liam leaned down, kissing a trail across your stomach before his tongue began tracing circles around your belly button. You gasped, your hips arching slightly as his warm breath caressed your nerves.

Each flick sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, and soon enough, you were writhing beneath him.

"Oh god, Liam..." you moaned, your nails digging into the sheets. He merely glanced up.

"Am I hurting you?" Liam asked, his voice soft.

"No... oh gods, no! Please don't stop.Please, Liam... I need you," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a nod, Liam positioned himself between your legs. His eyes locked with yours, filled with determination and affection,his hair glinting under the soft candlelight.

Liam's dimpled smile grew wider as he leaned in, kissing your lips gently before moving down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth and tingling sensations.

His hand slid between your thighs, gently massaging your swollen clit, eliciting a gasp from you. Liam's touch was soft yet firm, driving you wild with pleasure. He continued by kissing your neck, his tongue tracing small circles, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

Your breath hitched as he moved again, teasing your nipples with his lips and tongue. Each flick felt like electricity coursing through your veins, making you writhe beneath him.

You felt him, but Liam was patient, taking his time to ensure you were ready.He glanced up at you, his eyes filled with love and longing, and with a nod from you, he slowly entered you.

Then in one smooth motion, he entered you, filling you completely. Despite your arousal, you felt a momentary discomfort, but Liam was gentle, allowing you time to adjust to his size.

Inch by inch, he pushed forward, filling you completely. You gasped, the warmth of him spreading throughout your core. Liam held still for a moment, allowing you to adjust, before beginning to move rhythmically, setting a slow pace that matched your breathing.

His thrusts,slow and steady, his blue eyes locked onto yours the entire time. Every movement is deliberate, every touch gentle but passionate. Liam's hands cup your cheeks, his thumbs stroking your jaw, keeping you grounded in the moment.

Each thrust drives you closer to completion, the buildup almost unbearable. Liam picks up the pace, holding your gaze as you climax, your entire being consumed by pleasure. He follows suit moments later, the two of you collapsing together, panting heavily.

Liam wraps you in his embrace, holding you close as you catch your breath. The warmth of his body against yours, combined with the satisfaction of your desires, puts you in a state of pure bliss.Liam leans down, brushing a feather-light kiss across your lips as you drift off to sleep, held tightly in Liam's arms, content in the knowledge that you'll wake up in his embrace.

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Donatella

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Scarlett

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Evangeline

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Jacks

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Andarna

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Xaden Riorson

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Violet Sorrengail

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Quick question (random but wtv) : What is THE song that defines Fourth Wing and Iron Flame for you?

OR if you can't pick a single one,what are the top 5 songs that define the book(s) for you?

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When will we get the first chapter of your fic? I love it already and it's very special.

A/N:TAHT'S SO SWEET TYSSMSMSM.SO GLAD YOU LIKE ITT SO FAR!! <3

Also I was just busy doing things...

ANYWAYSSS LET'S START

'Den of Roses & Shadows'

'Chapter one'

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I took a deep breath,attempting to ease my nerves as I approached.My eyes scanned the surroundings,as I put my hair into a ponytail,making sure it stays tight and secured as I look around.I recognize a few people there,Sorrengail's youngest,Violet,a few other cadets,and obviously,just my luck,there had to be Jack fucking Baldowe,fuck him.He wasn't bald,for now,but he better sleep with one eye open.He's the biggest fucking jerk ever.And Major Varrish exists.Like,be serious right now.

But my gaze drifted away quickly when it caught them.And by them I mean the four-Liam Mairi,Xaden Riorson,Garrick Tavis and Bodhi Durran.I didn't understand all the hype and why all the girls swooned over them.Sure,they were insanely good looking,but looks aren't everything.I'll just have to see for myself what the hype was all about.

I got pulled out of my thoughts when someone bumped into me with such force that it almost knocked me down.I quickly braced myself before I fell,my eyes widening from the sudden impact as my eye twitched in annoyance as I turned around,ready to snap at the person "What the hell?!What's your problem!Look where you're going!" I was so stressed with the soon-to-be crossing and my hands were shaking.I attempted to mask it by crossing my arms over my chest,looking at the person.Turns out it was Aaric Graycastle,who extended a hand to help me up,but I slapped it away.

I scoffed,quickly getting up and storming past him,but not before looking at him and saying "Watch it,Princey." knowing of the rocky relationship between him and his father,refusing his help.That little interaction got the eye of Dain Aetos,obviously.I hated the guy,and I hated his father more.I was wondering if the little Sorrengail is aware of what her dear friend was doing.I shrugged.It wasn't my business.As far as I was concerned,he could rot.

I stepped in line with the other cadets.There,another girl greeted me.She stood in front of me in the line.Turns out her name was Rhiannon. "Hey.I'm Rhiannon.Rhiannon Matthias.I've wanted to talk to you since I've spotted you,but you seemed busy.Anyways-I just wanted to say that I think your hair is pretty and I was wondering if you're also trying out for the riders?And if you wanted to be friends?That is,if we make it." She attempted jokingly at the last part.

I looked at her,my eyebrow raised in amusement and yet I couldn't supress a smile.And not a forced one,a small one,but genuine "Yeah...I guess.Nice to meet you,Rhiannon.I'm Illarya." I extended a hand for her to shake,but Rhiannon just took my hands in hers and hugged me,a bit too tightly,I could almost feel my bones breaking,much to my surprise "Oh...um...okay.That was...something." I said,still a bit surprised at the new friend I supposedly just made. "Oh my god-Sorry!!Sometimes I exaggerate with the hugs..." she admitted sheepishly

And again, there was Aaric Graycastle, who watched me from across the crowd with a mixture of guilt and regret. He knew that his actions earlier had been reckless.He tried again to catch my attention.But I was too consumed by my own thoughts and I refused to acknowledge him.

Meanwhile, Dain Aetos watched from a distance, his cold gaze fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. There was something, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

I looked straight back at him,and with a smile on my face I flipped him off,much to the disbelief of others.

But before anyone else could do something,it was finally time to cross the parapet.

Rhiannon and I nodded at eachother,with her going in front of me and I was right behind her.But of course that son of a bitch Jack Barlowe had to be behind me.

As Rhiannon began her treacherous journey across the narrow parapet, I followed closely behind her, feeling the chill of the wind against my skin and the pounding of my heart in my chest. The sheer drop below us sent a shiver down my spine, but I kept my focus on the stone path ahead, forcing myself to take slow, steady steps. Jack's presence loomed menacingly behind me, but I refused to let him distract me from the task at hand.

The wind grew stronger, whipping our hair and cloaks wildly as we ventured further onto the parapet.One wrong move could lead to a deadly plunge, but we dared not show fear. Our fellow cadets who have already passed cheered us on from the safety below, urging us to press forward.

With every step, my senses sharpened, capturing the scent of damp stone, the taste of salty air, and the sound of the wind's relentless dance around us. My nails dug into my hands,and I felt the cool sweat trickle down the small of my back. But still, I pressed on, propelled by a fierce determination fueled by the memory of those who'd come before us.

Despite the gusts tugging at our clothing, we managed to maintain our balance, occasionally reaching out to touch the palm scribes who recorded our progress. Their encouragement provided a semblance of solidarity amidst the isolation of our trek. And then, just as Rhiannon reached the halfway point, her foot slipped on a slick patch of stone.

In that instant, however, I felt a cruel twist in my gut - a sudden realization that sent shivers racing down my spine. Jack had purposefully caused her slip, a malicious grin spreading across his face as he reveled in the parapet nearly claiming another victim. My anger simmered, threatening to boil over, but I pushed it aside, focusing instead on ensuring Rhiannon's safe passage.Yet with each cautious step, I felt the drafts trying to pull me off my path, but I refused to allow them to claim another victim.

Not long after that little attempt of his,I saw him do the same to Sorrengail's youngest.

Eventually,slowly but surely,we passed.Some,at least.Some did,some didn't.

As soon as I reached safety,I turned to face Jack,and punched him,my hand trembling.He fell backwards,clutching his now broken jaw as he scowled on the floor,his nose bloody,as I approached and pressed the heel of my boot to his chest,making sure it did hurt. "That is for Rhiannon." I stated,before kicking him right in the groin,it was just a single kick,but with the sharp and heeled part of my boots. "And that was for me."

That was unexpected.

Colonel Aetos along with General Sorrengail continued to observe from afar,though their interest undeniable.They knew that I posed a threat,clearly,and not merely because of my defiance.

Colonel Aetos wanted to intervene,but General Sorrengail stopped him.

Meanwhile I surveyed the scene, taking note of the various results among my peers. Major Varrish watched from afar, his expression a mix of bitterness and cold determination. Among the ones that did pass were Liam Mairi,Violet Sorrengail,Rhiannon, others whom I didn't know the names of yet and me.

Now...let's just hope for the best when Threshing comes by.

As I contemplated,lost in my own thoughts,I felt firm tap on my shoulder.I snapped out of it and looked up and my gaze met Xaden Riorson's,and I glared at him,but didn't look away,staring right into his onyx flecked eyes.He was just an asshole.An unfairly beautiful asshole,but stil an asshole.

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A/N:Who do you want Illarya to end up with pookies? 😋

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Can I request a smut for Xaden?(fem reader)😍😍 Idk hopefully I'm the first-I think? That requested a smut.Well,anyways.Just basically Xaden being jealous because reader spent training with Jack to get back at him for spending too much time with Violet.TY IF U DOOOO!!

'Jealous.Fucking jealous!'

Xaden Riorson x Fem!Reader

A/N:Just saw this in my rq's and even if u aren't the first,you are stil among the first to rq!i tried. Hope u like it but istg I can't write smut.Had this in my notes since 3 am and it's messy & sucky asf but anyways 🎀🎀

WARNINGS:SMUT!MDNI!!

You couldn't help but mock and provoke Xaden, your sassy demeanor fueled by a desire to assert your independence and stand up to his intimidating presence.You knew that by getting close to Jack Barlowe,the same insufferable fucking man whom Xaden despised,you were pushing his buttons and stirring up his anger,to get back at him for spending a bit too much time training with Sorrengail's youngest,as you called her. And sure enough,your plan worked. After the intense training session, Xaden's anger and jealousy bubbled to the surface.

With a fierce gaze that spoke volumes about his fury, Xaden grabbed you roughly by the arm and dragged you towards his quarters. The tension in the air was palpable, and you struggled against his grip, trying to maintain your snarky attitude despite your mounting fear. "Let go of me,you beautiful fucking asshole!" You spat, trying to keep your cool.

Ignoring your protests, Xaden shoved you into his room, slamming the door shut. The sudden change of atmosphere, the dim lighting, and the scent of mint, leather, and the mysterious citrus-floral mix enveloped your senses. He towered over you, his massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow you Without warning, he pinned you against the wall, his hand tightening around your throat.Your heart raced,your breath hitched as you glared defiantly at him, daring him to make the first move.

"You think you're so fucking smart, don't you?" Xaden growled, his voice low and dangerous, causing your core to throb in anticipation. "But Jack fucking Barlowe of all people?If that fucker is what you consider to be better than me,that's where I draw a fucking line.You're mine." In that moment,you realized that he wasn't just angry - he was turned on.

Before you could respond, Xaden crushed his lips against yours, devouring your mouth with his own. His tongue slipped inside, dominating you with a brutal intensity that left you breathless.Your body responded involuntarily,your breasts pressing against his powerful chest, nipples hardening under the fabric of your shirt. The kiss was rough, demanding, a clear display of Xaden's dominance.You could feel his anger and lust seeping into you, even as it clashed with your stubbornness.

As your passion reached new heights, Xaden pulled away from you and began to undress you. He tore off your shirt, revealing your bra-clad breasts, the lacy material struggling to contain your perky nipples. Without hesitation, he reached out with his shadows, extending tendrils of darkness to trace circles around your erect buds.You cried out, your body trembling as the cold shadow touched your skin. The sensation was overwhelming, electrifying your nerves and heightening your arousal.

Xaden grinned wickedly, watching you struggle against his control. "Can you handle more?" he taunted, watching as your face flushed red.

Your eyes widened, unsure whether to beg for mercy or ask for more. Desperate for relief,you nodded,your breath coming in ragged gasps. With a flick of his wrist, he intensified the shadows, engulfing your nipples and sending waves of pleasure-turned-pain coursing through your body.You screamed in agony and ecstasy,your tears mixing with your sweat as your breasts turned a faint shade of purple from overstimulation.

Unable to resist, Xaden bent down and latched onto one of your tortured nipples, his teeth gently grazing the tender flesh.You moaned,your knees buckling from the unfathomable blend of pain and pleasure. He switched to your other breast, repeating the torment until you were nothing more than a quivering mass of need.

Finally, Xaden pushed you down onto his bed,your legs parting eagerly to receive him. He removed the rest of your clothing, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable. With a wicked grin, he lowered himself between your thighs, his intense gaze locked on your dripping folds,enjoying her wetness and exposing her readiness for him. He leaned closer, savoring your arousal before lowering his head to lap at your sensitive entrance.

You inhaled sharply, arching your back as his tongue delved into your core. He expertly teased your clit, switching between gentle strokes and firm sucks, making you writhe beneath him.Your snarky remarks were replaced with soft moans and whimpers as you begged for release.Damn asshole,making you act like this,you thought. But Xaden had no intention of letting you cum just yet. Instead, he trailed his hands up your sides, cupping your breasts and kneading them roughly. As before, he reached out with his signet, causing another wave of euphoria to crash over you.

"P-please," you cried, voice hoarse from begging. "I...I can't take it anymore!"

Xaden chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, yes you can,love.You can take it." He cooed,before switching and smirking,speaking in a firmer tone. "You're mine, and I decide when you come." He kissed his way up your stomach, his cock rubbing against your swollen folds as he climbed onto the bed. Positioning himself at your entrance, he looked deep into your eyes, his expression a mixture of lust and dominance,the jealousy stil lurking at the surface though "No one knows your body like I do, and no one will ever fuck you as good as I do."

Drawing back, he admired his work - the glistening evidence of his skill coating his lips and chin. "Now, let me show you just how much better I know your body over anyone else," he growled, his voice rough with desire.

With a flick of his wrist, he called forth his shadow signet again, weaving tendrils of darkness around your nipples. The sensation was exquisite torture,your breath catching in your throat as you struggled to maintain control.The combination of pain and pleasure sent you spiraling,your eyes wide with wonder and fear.

"Please... Xaden," you begged,your voice hoarse and strained, but he merely grinned, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. His fingers traced the outline of your body, the shadows shifting to follow his whims.

Without warning, he thrust into you, his girth stretching you beyond belief.You screamed,your eyes watering from the sheer intensity of the invasion. Xaden pumped into you relentlessly, each stroke claiming you deeper and harder than the last. Despite your struggles, he maintained a vice-like grip on your wrists, keeping you pinned to the mattress.

Your bodies slapped together, creating a rhythm that filled the room. Every time Xaden slammed into you,you felt yourself losing a piece of your resistance, slowly melting away under his assault.You were like an open book for him - physically, mentally, and now, sexually. And he loved it.He reveled in your responses,your body quivering beneath his touch.Your taste, sweet and intoxicating, fueled his determination to dominate you completely.

Your cries grew louder, punctuated by pleas for mercy and requests for more. He ignored you, focusing solely on fucking you senseless. His speed increased, his muscles flexing with each thrust, his cock sliding in and out of you, coated in a mixture of your combined fluids.

Your nails dug into the sheets, her surrender complete.Finally, Xaden couldn't hold back any longer. He growled, his body tensing as he came, flooding you with his seed.You collapsed beneath him, panting heavily,your limbs shaking from exhaustion and pleasure. You wers a broken, babbling mess,your pride shattered as much as your body.

And somehow, it was the most satisfying feeling he'd ever experienced.

As he lay beside you, still buried inside you, Xaden whispered softly into your ear, "You should never test my patience again,love.Because no one can fuck you as well as I can." You didn't respond,your eyes closed, tears stil streaming down your cheeks as rough arms,yet with a gentle touch,held you close.

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'Den of Roses & Shadows'

'Prologue'

A/N:This is just a teeny tiny idea I had so I'll just do it because why not & bc my pookie requested it.First person POV btw.💗💗

'A dragon without its rider is a tragedy.A rider without their dragon is dead',is a phrase I heard ever since since I was a little kid.My past sucks,a lot,but I learned to suck it up and move on.

I've never had any family,nor parents,since they didn't want me,or so I came to believe while growing up,so they left me to rot and die when I was a baby.But thank Malek I didn't.I grew up on the streets ever since I can remember and I've been surviving by myself since then,not without people beating,cursing,or even spitting on me,the usual,but I managed to scrap up stuff to survive,but just enough to keep me alive,and I had no friends,because unlike most people,I was all alone,only by myself,and nobody cared enough to even speak to me,because who would associate themselves with the 'poor,dirty street rat',after all.But all the scars,all the bruises,all the trauma,the abuse and everything I want to forget,to delete,were inflicted by humans.Because that's what people do.They break.They use.They replace.And once you are of no use to them,they throw you away and dispose of you like trash.And that's something I had to learn the hard way.

When I was thirteen,it happened.The only 'family' I can say I knew,was my uncle,though I can't call him family,because he threw me in the water,in the ocean,off of a cliff,to drown,and I got injured pretty badly back then,but I survived that,and...I still remember it vividly from back then,even though I was young,many things stuck,because what I try so desperately to forget,my heart remembers,and even in dreams I am haunted by those,and dreams are just mirrors of the soul,after all,so all the nightmares depict traumas that were left unhealed.I wasn't really a 'planned' or 'wanted' kid so I was abandoned.

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Seven years ago.By the cliffs of Navarre.

I was thrown off a cliff and left to drown by my uncle,with no care at all.My uncle was laughing as he heard me scream and watched me swimming to stay afloat.The bastard threw me off right where the currents were strongest,and the depths darkest.He was enjoying the fact that I was in pain.My blood pooled in the water,leaving a stain on the rocks,the blood on myself as well,the scars,the cuts,and how I pathetically crawled to the shore,wet,cold,pale,trembling,looking no more than a walking cadavre at how much more paler and purpleish my already pale body now looked.Once he saw I was alive,he was furious,as if I was no more than an animal,something that needed to be caged,killed.I jumped up,the best I could in my current state and ran until I reached the forest,desperate,blood trailing behind me,so much blood I thought I had actually died and was just a corpse now, while I was desperately running for my life,and him trailing after me.I climbed the mountains,barefoot and bare handed,because I was only wearing a long,torn,raggedy dress,the only clothing he had ever provided me.I climbed,ignoring the sharp pain hitting my body,just to escape him and live.And despite my condition,I made it to the top,and he didn't bother following all the way up,as he never once,not even when he was hunting,followed what he considered to be useless.I was bloody,cut,injured,tired,wet,cold and trembling,with cuts from the sharp rocks of the mountains.But alas,I had made it.Somehow.I actually think Malek has favorites now,and I might be one of them.But I soon fell unconscious due to the blood loss.I woke up to an elderly lady looking down at me.Where I was,I did not know,but I was thankful.She seemed kind.And she turned out to be kind,and to be a healer.Just my luck.I couldn't help but wonder:was she the one who found me?

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Back to present

I remember that day so vividly.It's the day that left me with a few scars.Not physical,at least not only.Scars are not only physical,or so I believe.I have grown to learn that you are either the snake or the little mouse that gets eaten by the snake.And I will no longer be the helpless little mouse.

I've got nothing to loose anymore,which in the eyes of some people,makes me dangerous.But that's in the past.For now...I have to pass conscription day.

Pushing crimson strands out of my face,I walk towards the line,waiting.

My current life plan for now was simple:to throw myself off of a cliff as soon as possible.It is what it is.If not,fuck it and slay my enemies,in the totally normal way,definitely not planning someone's murder already.

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ILLARYA

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OC INTRO.

Get to know:Illarya

Full name: Illarya Juliette Penelope Kane. Illarya Kane,shortened.

Age: 20

Birthday: 21st of December: The winter solstice.

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Year: First year,cadet.

Dragon: Female Crimson Morningstar.

Dragon name: Vastranaar-Vastra shortened.

Dragon age: A little over 100.Described as being a little older than Tairneanach.Though black dragons were the rarest of types,a crimson morningstar is even rarer: "Crimson one?Oh,do you mean Vastranaar?No.Keep a distance.She never chooses.And may Malek have mercy on the one that does get picked by her,if someone ever will be,because she certainly will not." - Professor Kaori

Hair color: dark red - "With hair as red as the prettiest and richest freshly bloomed roses."- Bodhi Durran

Eye color: ice blue,with deeper sapphire flecks in them and the same color of sapphire manifested as a ring around the pupil.

Skin color: pale,milky white - "With skin as pale as marble milk and as flawless as porcelain.And her skin shone luminous and pale, as if it drank light from the moon itself and yet it wasn't sickly pale." - Rhiannon Matthias

Body type: Though described as average height,she has enough curves.Her chest is a bit on the larger size,but fits her complexion.On the lower part of the body,she has relatively medium thighs,though a bit thick,and a slim waist,fitting on the hourglass category and is rather toned,but not overly so.

Height:5"5' tall.Approx. 165 in cm.

Hair: her hair is dark red,but in texture and lenght it is smooth and silky,healthy,although some would be surprised when she said her hair was naturally thay color.It was also much of a surprise to some at its volume.Though it is very wavy,it resembles a waterfall of red silk falling.It reaches around her lower back,hence the term waterfall due to its lenght,being on the longer part,and is voluminous all around,framing her face and features in a way some would describe as perfect.Her hair color is considered odd,and she stands out among the crowd due to it,but also due to her eyes.

She often wears her hair in a low ponytail,though it is not tied too tightly and it's a bit loose,but still enough.That is most times,as in classes,out of training and flight,etc.The other times,she wears it loose when she is out of training and in her free time,and during training or flight classes,she braids it,to secure it.

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Her aesthetic:

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Her hobbies:

Her signet(s): First signet,known:Illusion manipulation-includes:(Hallucikinesis, Hallucination Manipulation, Mirage Manipulation, Illusion Casting, Illusive Reality Manipulation.) And the additional,nightmare illusion,which allows her to bring someone's greatest fears/nightmares to life in the form of hallucinations or illusions,effectively allowing her to shatter their minds by them going insane or collapsing due to the sickening sensations.

Second signet,unknown,likely inherited from an acestor but is yet to be found out which one,as her family is unknown.Second signet:weather manipulation (not restricted only to storms.Can conjure all types of natural phenomena,and anything that relatea to weather,not being restricted only to a certain element or area.)

Extra: is extremely skilled in barrier conjuring or generally defense - physical and magical.

Strenghts:

Versatility: With mastery over illusion manipulation, she can manipulate perceptions, create intricate mirages, and induce hallucinations. This versatility allows her to adapt to various situations, whether it's evading detection, influencing adversaries, or disorienting opponents in combat.

Psychological Warfare: Her nightmare illusion ability adds a psychological dimension to her arsenal, tapping into the deepest fears and insecurities of her targets. By manifesting their nightmares as hallucinations, she can instill paralyzing fear and confusion, gaining a significant advantage in confrontations.

Subterfuge: The combination of weather manipulation makes her a formidable opponent. She can create illusions to mask her true intentions while nobody expects what she will conjure up next.

Inherited Potential: The second signet, though yet to be fully understood, suggests a lineage of powerful abilities. This unknown heritage hints at untapped potential and a deeper connection to her family's history, which could unlock even greater powers in the future.

Weaknesses:

Emotional Toll: Constantly delving into the fears and nightmares of others can take a toll on her own psyche. The weight of inflicting psychological torment may lead to moral conflicts and internal turmoil, potentially compromising her judgment and emotional stability.

Dependency on Illusions: While her illusion manipulation is formidable, it relies heavily on maintaining concentration and deceiving the senses of her opponents. If her concentration is broken or her illusions are countered, she becomes vulnerable, especially in direct confrontations where her illusions may be less effective.

Stamina: Despite her prowess in offense and manipulation,she lacks in stamina. While she can create illusions to evade detection or misdirect adversaries, she lacks stamina that lasts her long term.Though she is a master in defense by other means,when using her signets,her stamina can be heavily reduced,especially when both are used at once,or if she is injured already.

Identity Crisis: The mystery surrounding her family and the unknown origins of her second signet may lead to an identity crisis and a search for self-discovery. This internal struggle could distract her from her objectives or leave her vulnerable to manipulation by those who seek to exploit her uncertainties.

Clothing style:

She usually wears loose clothing in her free time,and uniform when needed.In her free time she opts for comfortable clothes,not what necessarily looks good just for the sake of appeareance.She likes comfort over appeareance,but when needed to look a certain way or if an event demands certain attire,she does it.

Dragon aesthetic:

A few quotes:

"She is madness under the facade of purity." - General Sorrengail.

"She is a goddamned mess,but she is a fearless mess.That makes her dangerous.Very dangerous." - Major Varrish.

"From what I can tell you,firstly,she's a beast.Secondly,if you're lucky,she's a lady.And thirdly,if by some miracle you get there,and you reach deep enough for her to trust you,she's an angel." - Violet Sorrengail

"Sweet like sugar,dangerous like hell.A woman of my heart." - Garrick Tavis

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"Closed off as she may be,she's a sweetheart once you know her." - Liam Mairi

"The.coolest.fucking.friend.ever!" - Ridoc Gamlyn

"Love it when she smiles.It looks cute,yet it is so rare.And no,I did not say this.If you tell her,I will personally rearrange your teeth." - Xaden Riorson

"If you do not want a sarcastic answer,then do not ask her a question." - Professor Carr

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Hi guys!Sorry for the inactivity,I've been a tad to busy recently 💗💗

I need reqs since I ran out of ideas & dk what to write! Feel free to req:angst,fluff,hc's,oneshots,multiple part stories,smuts with or without plot,and more.

Make sure to check what I write for,that's all!Do feel free to rq!I'll try my best to write more since my spring break is soon!

Have a lovely day/evening/night and ty for reading!

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HIII CAN I REQ A FOURTH WING Xaden x fem reader shower smut? TY IF U WRITE ITTTT HE'S JUST SO 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

'Beneath the water drops'

Xaden Riorson x Fem!Reader

A/N:Hii lovely!It's my first time writing smut,but I tried,hope you enjoy!It sucks but anyways 😭

All smut will be marked with a * besides them when added to the masterlist,for example : (insert fic name here*).It's bad so idk 💀

WARNINGS:SMUT!MDNI!!

Xaden walked through the door of his quarters,feeling the weight of the day's exhaustion pressing down on him like a vice.The general,paperwork,missions,supply runs,god damn it all.He was tired.His eyes scanned the room, landing on the small figure sitting on the couch-you.

Your gaze flickered up from your book, meeting his with a tentative smile.Xaden couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. In a world full of chaos and stress, there was something comforting about having someone who made him feel anchored.

"Hey," you called softly, setting the book aside and standing up.Your soft eyes seemed to light up with warmth at the sight of Xaden.

"Hi," he muttered, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it carelessly onto a chair. He could feel the tension in his muscles, an ever-present reminder of the battles and responsibilities weighing on him.

"You look tired," you observed, stepping closer and resting a hand on his arm. Xaden offered a weak smile in return, knowing that even in his darkest moments,your presence brought a semblance of peace.

"Yeah…" he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Long day."

"Mmm, I can see why you're so stressed," you breathed out, your voice gentle though the undeniable desire visible.You wrapped your arms around Xaden's neck, feeling the warmth of his strong muscles beneath your fingertips. "Let's take a shower together, and we can wash away your troubles.Perhaps it'll relax you a bit?"

With a smirk, Xaden nodded,his gaze never leaving you, his dark eyes gleaming with lust.

Xaden's hand gently grazed your lower back as he led you both towards the bathroom. The steamy room filled with the aroma of mint and citrus, the scent of Xaden's cologne filling the air.You couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation as you entered the space,your heart racing with desire.

As you undressed, Xaden couldn't help but drink in the sight of your form.Your body was a testament of beauty to his gaze, and each muscle flexed enticingly as you slipped out of your clothing. Xaden felt his arousal growing, aching for release.

"Come here, gorgeous," Xaden purred, tugging you closer as his lips met yours in a passionate embrace.Your tongues intertwined, dancing together in a sensual dance as Xaden's hands roamed across your body. Each touch sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your veins, making your knees weak.

As you stepped inside, Xaden wasted no time in taking control. He pulled you against his toned frame, his lips devouring yours as his hands explored your body.You moaned softly, feeling his large hands cupping your ass, squeezing with just enough pressure to make you squirm.

Slowly, Xaden pushed you against the cold tile wall, the icy surface causing goosebumps to rise on their skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, trailing kisses down your neck.

You trembled, aching for more.You needed this.Needed release, needed Xaden's touch. "Please, don't tease me," you pleaded.

Under the spray of hot water, Xaden pulled you closer, capturing your lips in another deep, passionate kiss. The heat of the water mixed with the electricity of your connection, igniting a fire within him. His fingers trailed down your spine, exploring the curves and crevices beneath the slippery surface of your skin.

Desire burned bright in Xaden's gut, fueling his every touch. His tongue dueled with yours,claiming possession of your mouth as his hands wandered further south. He cupped your ass, squeezing firmly before sliding lower, pushing aside your dripping thighs to expose your throbbing core. Xaden's breath hitched at the sight, his gaze locking onto the glistening entrance begging for attention.

Gently, he probed with a finger, feeling you shiver under his touch. He increased the pressure, stretching you slowly while you gasped into his mouth. His thumb brushed against your clit, eliciting a moan that echoed within the confines of the room.

With purposeful intent, Xaden maneuvered you against the cold tile wall, positioning himself behind you. He pressed his rock-hard cock against your wet entrance, seeking entry.You whimpered softly, arching your back in anticipation. Xaden paused, relishing the sensation of his shaft brushing against your slick folds.But he decided against it,and decided to tease just a little,pulling away,causing a whine to escape from your lips.

And Xaden had other plans. Reaching behind him, he activated his signet, casting aside his shirt as darkness swirled around his fingers. Black tendrils emerged from his hands, snaking towards your breasts. "Spread your legs, baby," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

You obeyed, spreading your legs wide as the shadow tendrils caressed your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The sensation was indescribable - a mix of pain and ecstasy, each touch driving them wild with need.

"Oh god!" You cried out,your voice echoing in the small room. The shadows continued to torment you, playing with your nipples until they were hard peaks.

Without warning, Xaden spun you around, pushing you against the tiled wall once again. He positioned himself behind you, his cock throbbing against your entrance. "Tell me you want this."

"Yes, Xaden! Please, fuck me!" You begged, arching your back to meet him. The shadow tendrils disappeared, replaced by Xaden's large cock, sliding effortlessly inside you. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

Xaden growled, thrusting deeper, his powerful muscles flexing with each movement.You clung to the him,your breath ragged. The steam filled the room, creating a haze that made everything seem dreamlike.

As Xaden pounded into you,you knew there was no turning back. This was raw - a primal need for release. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back to meet each thrust, his lips finding their ear. "You taste so good."

Xaden's pace grew faster, his movements rougher and he kissed you again,a tad gentler this time.His lips left yours to trail across your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. "So fucking tight," he growled, the words laced with praise and dominance.

Your nails dug into his back as he claimed you, setting a punishing rhythm. Each slap of skin against skin reverberated through the small space, filling the room with the symphony of your passion.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned,voice laced with praise, clutching at your hip as he surged deeper.You whimpered,your orgasm building rapidly,the sharp sensation heightening your pleasure. "I'm close, Xaden," you gasped, your voice shaking.

And just like that, Xaden's pace increased,bodies moving in perfect rhythm.You climaxed,your entire body convulsing as you screamed Xaden's name. He followed suit, burying himself deep within you as he came, the sound of water masking his hoarse groan.

Once finished, Xaden held you tight,your breathing slowly and eventually returning to normal. The shower continued to pour down upon you, washing away stress and leaving behind a sense of satisfaction,washing away remnants of the previous encounter.

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MASTERLIST

➺ ✴ FOURTH WING(+IRON FLAME)

⋮ ONESHOTS/FANFICS

'Beneath The Water Drops' | Xaden Riorson* (SMUT)

'Jealous.Fucking Jealous!' | Xaden Riorson* (SMUT)

'Dragons & Comforting Embraces' | Liam Mairi* (SMUT - soft)

⋮ HEADCANNONS

⋮ ANGST

'Where are you,Li?' | Liam Mairi

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Can I be the first(I think) to request a fourth wing/iron flame fanfic?Basically fem!reader and liam were together,but when liam dies that day,she blames Violet and it escalates from there? 💀💀 Hopefully that made sense.

'Where are you,Li?'

Liam Mairi x Fem!Reader

A/N:First Fourth Wing/Iron Flame post!Hi lovely!Ty for requesting.I kinda lost motivation to write.And LIAM MY POOR BABY 😭😭 This is also vv sucky bc I wrote it more in the pov of the character instead of focusing on her arguing w violet,but yeah I haven't written in a while so I'm back now.Also I LOVE the books.

In the aftermath of Liam's tragic death, the world seemed to lose its color. His absence echoed in every corner of your heart, leaving you hollow and shattered. You clung desperately to memories of his laughter, his touch, anything to keep his essence alive within you.

But the pain was unbearable, consuming you like wildfire. Deigh's departure only deepened the void, for the bond between Liam and his dragon was irreplaceable. It was as if a part of your soul had been torn away, leaving you adrift in a sea of grief.

The ache in your chest twisted into something darker, something primal. You couldn't shake the feeling that Liam's death wasn't just a cruel twist of fate, but a deliberate act of betrayal. And the cause of your rage, your anguish, was Violet Sorrengail.

And then, amidst the chaos, she was there - Violet Sorrengail,the woman whose very presence had brought destruction upon your world.In a moment of clarity, fueled by rage and anguish, you turned to face her, your eyes burning with an intensity born of sheer desperation.You saw the guilt in her eyes,the sheer terror painted upon her face,her eyes full of tears, the shadow of remorse that haunted her every step. But it wasn't enough. It could never be enough.

You found yourself standing before Violet, trembling with a mixture of sorrow and fury. Her presence was like a dagger to your heart, a constant reminder of everything you had lost.

"It should have been you!" you screamed, the words tearing from your throat like shards of glass. "Liam died protecting you, and for what?For nothing!"

But Violet could only stare back at you, her expression a mask of sorrow and regret. She knew the truth of your words, knew that Liam had sacrificed himself to save her.

But even if the world burned around you, even if the echoes of your grief filled the air, there would be no solace to be found. Liam was gone, lost to you forever, and nothing could ever bring him back.

But a part of you knew that this was only the beginning.The road ahead would be fraught with peril and uncertainty,as you embarked on a journey of vengeance and redemption unlike any other. For Liam, for Deigh, and for the love that had been torn from your grasp, you would stop at nothing to make those responsible pay the ultimate price.

He was there.Always.But now,you were alone,sad and cold,his warm embrace no longer.You couldn't even bear to visit his grave,it was too painful.Every time you did,the memory-the horror of his death-haunted you and that memory pierced your chest like a thousand daggers.

It was supposed to be you and Liam-forever.But it all came crashing down because of her.Something inside you broke and snapped that day,and a primal need for vengeance rose instead.

You didn't know what it was,why you felt so dark suddenly...but it felt good.You guessed it's true what they say about heartless people-They have nothing to loose anymore.

But even so,you would often find yourself wondering "...Where are you,Li?" wondering if he was watching over you,if he was there...