#Mira sorrengail x reader

[callsign-rogueone]

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welcome to the fourth wing.

these are all reader inserts, using the second person “you”. everything about a certain series, including my fics and things I’ve reblogged that fit their vibe, will be tagged as “#Garrick and Angel”, “#Brennan and Duchess”, etc. see this post for further information. requests are currently CLOSED / VERY SLOW until I get more caught up, but my ask box is always open to chat about FW, the girlfriends, or whatever! last updated: 8.24.24

standalone fics / headcanons

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

girlfriendverse

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

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

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

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

Sawyer and Peach about Peach 1. faking it 2. the south star

Liam and Spark 1. at last 2. alone with you - relationship questions

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

Aaric and Sunny 1. conscription day 2. assessments

misc girlfriend stuff - modern!girlfriends' music tastes

poly fics

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

not reader inserts

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

[nickeverdeen]

Being in a secret relationship with the Iron Flame characters

Violet Sorrengail

Violet would use her knowledge of military encryption to send you secret messages

She'd quietly observe you during meetings, taking mental notes to discuss later in private

Violet would carry a small keepsake from you, like a token or a ring hidden under her clothing

She’d give you intense, meaningful glances across the room that only you understand

Violet would arrange to train with you often, using it as a cover for spending more time together

She’d compliment you in ways that others would take as friendly, but you’d know they mean more

Violet would sneak into your quarters at night just to check in or share a quiet moment

She’d use your relationship to subtly guide strategic decisions, always keeping your safety in mind

You’d keep a shared journal, hidden in a secret place, where you write to each other

She’d give you wordless support during stressful times, like a squeeze of your hand

Violet would be meticulous about planning your encounters, ensuring no one notices the patterns

She’d give you a small talisman for protection, something with deep personal meaning

You’d meet in secluded areas and communicate in whispers, making sure no one overhears

Violet would mark her territory subtly

She’d constantly strategize about how to eventually reveal your relationship safely

Mira Sorrengail

Mira would struggle with the secrecy due to her family’s expectations but would find ways to prioritize you

She’d secretly arrange for extra protection around you during dangerous missions

Mira would leave letters for you in hidden locations, making it seem like military orders

She’d ensure you receive special treatment in small, unnoticeable ways

In public, she'd be overtly caring in a way that seems sisterly to others but is much more to you

Mira would meet with you in secluded spots like supply closets or unused rooms

She’d secretly pull strings to ensure your career advances alongside hers

Mira would invent code words for different aspects of your relationship that you could use in public

She’d have others watch out for you under the guise of their duties

Her compliments would sound casual to others but would have deep meaning for you

Mira would offer silent support during tough times by simply being there when you need her

She’d make the most of every stolen moment, cherishing them deeply

Mira would navigate social situations carefully, ensuring no one suspects anything

She’d play the role of your superior and your partner seamlessly, never letting on

Mira would dream of a day when you can be open about your relationship, planning every detail

Brennan Sorrengail

Brennan would send you letters under the guise of official military correspondence

He’d create a system of symbols only you two understand, leaving them in places for you to find

Brennan would be overly protective in battles or dangerous situations, without drawing too much attention

He’d insist on training together often, using it as an excuse to spend more time with you

Brennan would keep a small, personal item of yours as a reminder of your relationship

He’d find ways to touch you covertly, like brushing your hand or arm in passing

Brennan would discuss battle strategies with you privately, ensuring you’re always one step ahead

His compliments would be veiled, understood only by you as something more personal

He’d create moments of quiet intimacy during times of chaos, grounding you both

Brennan would take you on private walks away from others, just to spend time with you

He’d watch over you with a protective gaze, ensuring your safety without being overt

You’d share secrets that no one else knows, deepening your bond

Brennan would develop a system of silent communication with you, like hand signals

He’d visit your quarters at night, just to be close to you without others knowing

Brennan would talk about his hopes for the future when you no longer have to hide

Aaric Graycastle

Aaric would arrange your secret meetings to coincide with official business, ensuring no one gets suspicious

He’d adopt an overprotective stance, especially during combat, ensuring you’re safe

Aaric would use military codes to send you private, affectionate messages

He’d express affection in small, hidden ways, like a squeeze on the shoulder or a knowing glance

Your serious discussions would be disguised as strategy meetings, keeping your relationship under wraps

Aaric would be stealthy with his gestures, ensuring that only you catch them

He’d arrange private training sessions to spend more time with you, under the guise of preparation

Aaric would leave secret gifts for you to find, always something meaningful

He’d carefully plan your missions, ensuring your safety at all costs

Aaric would watch over you subtly, ensuring no harm comes your way without making it obvious

He’d coordinate your interactions carefully, ensuring no one suspects your closeness

Aaric would give you a personal symbol of his affection, something small yet significant

In public, he’d be overtly formal, ensuring no one suspects your relationship

Aaric would offer quiet support during tough times, being there for you without saying much

He’d make promises for the future, when you can be open about your relationship without fear

Xaden Riorson

Xaden would embrace the secrecy, seeing it as a form of rebellion against the establishment

He’d find the most obscure, hidden places to meet, enjoying the thrill of the secrecy

Xaden would subtly tease you in public, his way of showing affection without revealing too much

He’d take protective actions that seem normal to others, but you know they’re for you

Xaden would invent secret symbols only the two of you understand, leaving them as messages

He’d take risks just to be with you, pushing the boundaries of what’s safe

His glances would be intense and meaningful, full of unspoken words only you understand

Xaden would flash mischievous smiles at you during tense moments, keeping the mood light

He’d show hidden affection, like brushing your hair back or squeezing your hand quickly

Xaden would plan missions around your safety, ensuring you’re always out of harm’s way

His attitude would be defiantly protective, daring anyone to question his actions

You’d share secrets that no one else knows, deepening your bond and trust

He’d visit you at night, just to be close without anyone knowing

Xaden would steal dangerous, thrilling kisses when no one’s looking, enjoying the risk

He’d talk about how your relationship is a rebellion against everything wrong with their world

Rhiannon Matthias

Rhiannon would be playful in public, teasing you lightly to keep suspicions at bay

She’d leave secret notes for you to find, hidden in places only you’d think to look

Rhiannon would find hidden spots for your meetings, like quiet corners or secluded gardens

She’d show affection in stealthy ways, like a brief touch on your arm or a quick hug

Rhiannon would carefully plan your time together, ensuring you’re not caught

Her glances would be playful and full of affection, something only you would understand

Rhiannon would have strong protective instincts, ensuring you’re safe without being obvious

She’d make sure to share a laugh with you during tense moments, easing the stress

Rhiannon would have hidden gestures, like a wink or a nod, that only you understand

She’d give you gifts disguised as something mundane, but with a hidden meaning

Rhiannon would create private jokes between you, things that only make sense to the two of you

She’d make covert plans for your future, discussing them in code

Rhiannon would be subtly protective, always looking out for you without drawing attention

She’d disguise her affection with cheerfulness, making it seem like nothing more than friendship

Rhiannon would dream about a future where you can be openly together, sharing those dreams with you

Sawyer Henrick

Sawyer would give you cheeky compliments in public that seem innocent to others but are meaningful to you

He’d engage in witty banter with you, using it as a cover for deeper affection

Sawyer would find playful ways to touch you, like ruffling your hair or poking your side

He’d develop a system of secret signals, like hand gestures or winks, to communicate in public

Sawyer would leave hidden notes for you in places only you’d think to check

He’d steal quick kisses in places where no one else can see, enjoying the thrill

Sawyer would make sure to share a laugh with you during stressful situations, keeping things light

He’d come up with secret nicknames for you, using them only when you’re alone

Sawyer would play light-hearted pranks on you, making sure you’re always smiling

He’d arrange covert meetings in unexpected places, keeping things exciting

Sawyer would disguise his affection as friendship in public, making sure no one suspects a thing

He’d use humor to protect you from stress, always finding a way to make you smile

Sawyer would have private conversations with you in crowded places, knowing no one’s paying attention

He’d take you on exciting, secret adventures, keeping your relationship dynamic

Sawyer would talk about all the mischief you’ll get into together in the future, once you don’t have to hide anymore

Jesinia

Jesinia would arrange secret rendezvous in the library, using it as an excuse to spend time with you

She’d engage you in deep, intellectual conversations, knowing it’s a safe way to connect

Jesinia would show affection in subtle ways, like brushing against you in passing

She’d offer covert support during tough times, ensuring you feel her presence without anyone knowing

Jesinia would write private letters to you, filled with her deepest thoughts and feelings

She’d develop secret codes that you can use to communicate in public

Jesinia would give you thoughtful gifts, disguised as ordinary items to avoid suspicion

She’d take you on quiet walks in secluded areas, just to enjoy your company

Jesinia would share books with you, marking the pages with notes only you’d understand

She’d develop protective strategies, ensuring your safety without drawing attention

Jesinia would show covert affection, like a soft smile or a quick glance

Jesinia would leave hidden messages in books or notes, always thinking of ways to stay connected

She’d create private moments in public places, ensuring your relationship remains hidden

Jesinia would make plans for the future, dreaming of a time when you can be together openly

Imogen

Imogen would keep a protective distance in public, ensuring no one suspects your closeness

She’d show subtle affection, like a brief touch on your arm or a quick smile

Imogen would insist on private training sessions, using them as an excuse to be alone with you

She’d offer strategic support, ensuring your success without drawing attention

Imogen would have quiet gestures, like a nod or a wink, to show her affection in public

She’d arrange hidden meetings in obscure places, ensuring your privacy

Imogen would share secrets with you, deepening your bond without anyone knowing

She’d take protective actions that seem normal to others, but you know they’re for you

Imogen would show strategic affection, ensuring no one suspects your relationship

She’d have private conversations with you in public, knowing no one’s paying attention

Imogen would leave hidden notes for you to find, always thinking of ways to stay connected

She’d make covert plans for your future, discussing them in code

Imogen would have protective gestures, like shielding you from harm without making it obvious

She’d offer quiet support during tough times, being there for you without saying much

Imogen would dream about a future where you can be openly together, sharing those dreams with you

Sloane Mairi

Sloane would want secret training sessions, using them as a cover for spending time together

She’d leave hidden messages for you in places only you’d think to look

Sloane would have strong protective instincts, ensuring you’re safe without being overt

She’d share secrets that no one else knows, deepening your bond

Sloane would offer quiet support during tough times

She’d have hidden gestures, like a nod or a wink, to show her affection in public

Sloane would take you on private walks away from others, just to spend time with you

She’d disguise your meetings as routine tasks or training sessions, blending in with your normal activities

Sloane would form strategic alliances to ensure your safety and success, without anyone knowing the true reason

She’d develop a system of covert communication, like hand signals or code words

Sloane would carefully plan your time together, making sure there are no risks of being caught

She’d create a system of symbols only you two understand, leaving them in places for you to find

Sloane would show affection in stealthy ways, like a brief touch on your arm or a quick hug

She’d make sure to share a laugh with you during tense moments, easing the stress

Sloane would dream of a day when you can be open about your relationship, planning every detail

[wisteriaiswriting]

Fourth Wing / Iron Flame Masterlist

Features: Bodhi | Imogen | Liam | Xaden | Dain | Rhiannon | Ridoc | Sawyer | Violet | Brennan | Mira | Jack | Catriona

Bodhi Durran |

Picture Perfect - Bodhi's jealousy shows

Imogen Cardulo |

Nothing here yet

Liam Mairi |

Living Love - You almost sacrifice your life for his.

Xaden Riorson |

Contrast

Calm Down

Dain Aetos |

Nothing here yet

Rhiannon Matthias |

Nothing here yet

Ridoc Gamlyn |

Nothing here yet

Sawyer Henrick |

Nothing here yet

Violet Sorrengail |

Nothing here yet

Brennan Sorrengail |

Nothing here yet

Mira Sorrengail |

Nothing here yet

Jack Barlowe |

Nothing here yet

Catriona Cordella |

Nothing here yet

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Amazing!! Ok so I’m not sure how this would work, but maybe for the Mira x reader she could be xaden’s older sister or something who was best friends with Mira when they were younger (and maybe they had mutual secret feelings)

Ofc then the whole traitor thing ruined that and Mira didn’t want to associate with her anymore (friends to enemies to lovers anyone?) - though the canon time line might have to be altered😅

And then say if mira spoiler was somehow actually aware of the rebel base and that her brother was alive and she was aiding the rebels bc she’s cool

And reader just so happens to be stationed at the house etc, and they haven’t seen each other in years but mira’s immediately like damn she just got even more beautiful (in her head bc why would a sorrengail expose weakness)

Anyway I picture them as a kind of opposites attract trope, where reader is badass but in a more femme fatale way, where she takes people down because they don’t expect a pretty girl with good hair and style to be a threat you know? Or even if she is a talented healer or something like that!

Anyway, feel free to ignore all of this, I’m just so excited that you’re writing for fourth wing!!! I can’t wait to see what you come up with☺️

*wipes dust off this request* I apologize for taking so long... needed more pain from Iron Flame apparently to get to this... I hope this will find the person who requested it. ✨🤍

Interlinked

Mira's head was spinning. Too much. It was all too much. Too many things to bring to life... quite literally. She flew fearing for her sister. Only to find a whole rebellion clan squirming right beneath her nose. Then there was her brother who she had wept for years. Who's death had ripped the last bit of Mira's caring heart out. Burnt it with all the things that had belonged to Brennan. She had morn all of it. Over and over again blaming herself for it.

Mira had hit her older brother when she first saw him. She felt his nose brake right beneath her knuckles but nothing had prepared her for what appeared right behind him. Mira had staggered back. Her face paling of last bits of color. She quickly reached for a necklace she never took off. Two iron rings interlinked together. The part of her she had kept hidden away from everyone's praying eyes. "YN", she barely breathed out. Because there was no way. You too have died. Your name was on the scroll. Right after the fight you both had. Right after the next that hunted Mira even now. "No", Mira shook her head. "I'm alright", Brennon said even with the blood dripping through his palm, his good hand squeezing your arm. "Yn", Mira staggered forward but you backed away quickly. An ache in her heart only grew as you spoke, "I'm still dead to you, lieutenant", your words were like poison. Seeping deep into Mira's skin.

That had been a couple of weeks ago. Ever since you had done a marvelous job at avoiding Mira. She only caught a glimpse of you in some of the meetings. Saw you mounting your dragon. Or up in the sky. You were lethal. So graceful one would not expect such power to be rooted in you. But... but that was what had always drawn Mira to you. While you two were little she thought that her job was to protect you. How wrong had she been? It was you who Mira should have listened to. You who she shouldn't have rushed to judge.

Mira's body collided with another person right as she turned the corner. She reached to steady the frame in front of her but the moment her fingers brushed over the skin... Mira blinked as you came into her full vision. Wind-swept hair, rosy cheeks, still in your flying leathers. "Watch where you're going, Sorrengail", you huffed, turned to outstep her but Mira quickly caught your hand, "Y/n, you can't run from me forever", there was a light plea in her tone. One that you knew didn't come easy.

"I have nothing to say to you", you yanked your hand out of her grip. "I do", Mira breathed, "There hasn't been a day that I haven't been thinking of you", she breathed and you couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, "Oh, please...". You turned to face her, "You said it yourself back then in the courtyard. I don't belong in your world". Guilt rippled through Mira. She had been so naive back then. Eager to play by the books. Knowing only black-and-white truths. Rebellion mark had been a deal breaker then but now...

"Don't bother with it, Sorrengail", you hissed, "Don't call me that, you never called me that", Mira stepped closer to you, her eye's blazing. "That was before you gave up on us", you were inches away from her, nearly reaching for the dagger. "Do it", Mira urged you, "Stab me, slit my throat, jab it into my heart, because it will never come close to the pain I felt when I made the biggest mistake in my life". You took a sharp breath in, you didn't want to show your emotions, but you knew that she had caught that glimpse of emotions that shined in your eyes.

Mira reached for the necklace beneath her flying leathers, "I never took it off", she shook her head, "I never let go of you". You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to not break. To not let the years of anger chip away so easily. But this was Mira. Your Mira. The girl you had fallen in love with slowly even if you two were painfully aware that you might never have a chance to truly be together. Your chest heaved as you two stood there staring at each other. Your hand moved towards your neck, tugging away the same two interlinked loops. A soft cry slipped through Mira's lips as his eyes landed on the familiar metal. One that she had made for you.

But the moment of hope lasted only for a heartbeat as you backed away from her, shaking your head, "This changes nothing", you said quietly. "We can try. Let me prove it to you", Mira pleaded, trying to reach for you. "Prove yourself to my people first", you said bitterly, before turning away and rushing up the stairs.

[ragazza-whintigale]

Ultimamente mi sento abbastanza produttiva.

E anche se non vorrei cantare vittoria, in serbo per voi questo mese ho:

- La prima di 4/5 parti di una Dark! Jude Duarte x reader x Dark! Cardan Greenbriar ( seconda e terza parte sono quasi ultimate )

- Una vecchissima richiesta per un Yandere! Anastasius x reader.

- Ed infine il primo di 4 post dedicati a Fourth Wing: Una Dark! Sorrengail Siblings x reader.

Se mai riuscirò, potrei portarvi alcuni capitoli in arretrato tra cui alcune richieste su cui sono bloccata, una Soft Dark! Liam Mairi x reader e una Yandere! Aquamarine Hoshino x reader.

( Per chi è nuovo ai miei post gli consiglio di prestare attenzione ad eventuali avvertenze ⚠️ I comportamenti dei personaggi dei miei post sono volutamente esagerati e oscuri. Quindi se non ti piace scorri e blocca tutti tag con Dark! )

[thekind97]

Meeting friends

A continuation of the Xaden x Reader - Not My World

All I can do is try to figure out why I'm here. I hit my head. Is it a concussion? Am I in a coma, and I'm only? "Mira, she doesn't have to answer you if she doesn't want to," Violet says, touching my shoulder compassionately. But I can't focus on anything besides my family back home, who must be at my bedside while I lay in a hospital bed or found dead in the bathroom.

Mira scoffs louder. "It's just her name. I want to know where the hell she got this," she says and touches the vest at the end of her sentence.

I take a deep breath. "My name is y/n Andor. I don't know if you know my family. We live away from other people in the mountains." I am trying to say it as confidently as possible. I did not want to use my real last name since that would sound so fake in this magical universe. So, the last name of a character I like will have to do.

"Thank you. See, that wasn't hard. I still want to know how you got this, though." She looks at me and glares. It feels like my stomach left my body when she gives me a look I can only assume dragons give you before death.

"Family heirloom. It came from my great-grandfather. It gets past down to the firstborn of each line." My mouth says faster than my brain can process it. But it seems to work enough because Mira takes a step back and focuses her eyes on Violet.

"I love you, Violet. Remember everything I've told you. Don't become another name on the death toll." She says, and she grabs Violet in a grip as if she has no idea if she will see her younger sister again.

Violet promises to her sister, "I'll be alright."

"I know, let's go," Mira says, moving through the courtyard.

Violet looks at me, puts a fake smile on her face, and gives me her hand.

"We might as well stay together now, huh?" she says, and I take her hand, giving her a genuine smile.

"Oh yes, that will be a good idea." I laugh, and she looks a little confused but chooses not to question it.

We are moving through the crowded courtyard. I now see instructors, commanders, and what seems to be General Sorrengail as Violet squeezes my hand in fear and flashes her eyes wide. We keep following Mira through the crowd. She moves quickly, suddenly stops, and looks at Violet with pleading eyes.

"Find Dain Aetos," Mira tells Violet. We keep moving towards the open gate.

"Dain?" Violet starts smiling when Mira mentions his name. I roll my eyes at the name of the section leader.

"I've only been out of the quadrant for three years, but from what I hear, he's doing well, and he will keep you safe. Don't smile like that," Mira chides. "He'll be a second-year." She shakes her finger at Violet. "Don't mess around with second-years. If you want to get laid, you should." She lifts her eyebrows and looks at me briefly before returning to Violet. "Often, considering you never know what the day brings, then screw around in your own year. Nothing is worse than cadets gossiping that you've slept your way through to safety."

"So we're free to take any of the first-years we want to bed," Violet says with a little grin. I pipe in, "Just not the second or third years."

"Exactly," She winks at Violet. "At least she catches on quickly." She nods to me.

We move towards the rider's quadrant line, and we watch the majority of the crowd move to the line at the base of the northern turret, which is the entrance to the infantry quadrant. Some of the flock of people move towards the gate behind us to the healer's quadrant. That's where I would actually go if I grew up in this universe. I would not know what was ahead of me. I wouldn't know that Xaden and Garrick are around here, taking names of the people who want or are forced to try to become riders. I wouldn't know a lovely boy named Liam Mari dies at the end of the first year due to saving Violet's life. I wouldn't know that what Mira told Violet about only sleeping with first-years would be in vain. Violet will kiss a second year and do much more with a wing leader.

It feels like I am a psychic; I can tell the future, but if I told anyone how I would be murdered or given to the government. So I will stay the girl who has to watch as she lives in her favourite book and watch those characters get hurt.

We get a good look at what might be the death of me. A long stone parapet that will quickly turn slick with the rain that is to come.

I look down at my hiking shoes in horror. They are my brand-new hiking shoes from home. The logo and everything else are grey and blue. Everyone else's shoes are brown or black and a bit worn. I am now very aware that besides the vest, I am wearing clothes from home. My socks were a gift grandma got me for Christmas. They are longer socks that have cute pastel mushrooms on them. As my eyes moved up my body, I got more and more out of place; it was no wonder that Mira was cautious about me. Wearing your green cargo pants that have white stitching resting over your hips and belly button. A white button-up shirt rests underneath my dragon-scale vest. 'I look like more of a fish out of water than I feel.' I think.

"And to think, I've been preparing for the scribe's written exams all these years." Violet's voice drips with sarcasm. "I should have been on a balance beam." Mira ignores what Violet says, but I can't. Yes,  I've played some sports and wrestled with my siblings when I was younger, but I'm about to enter a war college. Where half of the class is going to be dead before the second year. 68 people die just walking the parapet, well maybe it will be 69 with me here.

"Don't let the wind sway your steps," Mira demands to Violet.

Two candidates ahead of us, a woman sobs as her partner rips her away from a young man, the couple breaking from the line, retreating in tears down the hillside towards the crowd of loved ones lining the road. But no one you know or love is standing there for me.

"Keep your eyes on the stones ahead of you, and don't look down," Mira says, the lines of her face tightening. "Arms out of balance. If the pack slips, drop it. Better it falls than you." Mira looks at me and down my body. "Do you not have daggers on you?" She says, raising her voice at me with a bit of concern. Looking at her and Violet, they have sheaths filled with daggers, and I have none when I look down at myself.

This mother fucking world could give me a dragon-scale vest but no daggers. I have thrown knives for fun at parties, and I have wicked precision for someone who has never trained. But I will need at least one dagger to survive at this hell people call college. What will I do when I have to fight people for their daggers, 'I need at least one.' I just keep thinking. Mira and Violet are watching every thought and emotion I have on my face.

"Well fuck, here, take mine. I can get more, before you refuse you can't." Mira says. Taking off four of her sheaths and handing them over to strap to you. But watching me struggle, Violet helps me while Mira can block people from looking. "At least you have a chance before dying, y/n." She says protectively, "Wait, where is your family? Shouldn't they be here to say goodbye?" Looking down at me with softened eyes. I am trying to hold back tears, jamming my fingernails into my palms as hard as possible.

"They aren't around anymore," Which is not a lie but not the whole truth, I try to fill my lungs before saying. "So it's just me." I move my arms from my sides to prove my point.

"Well then, both of you can take care of each other. Alliances mean everything over there. Don't forge friendships. But neither of you will die from you making stupid mistakes, correct?" Mira says. We both nod.

Two people are in front of us now. A woman with a pack filled to the brim with her belongings. She has high cheekbones and dark skin. Her hair is done in several short braids, barely reaching her neck. My brain puts two and two together. That's Rhiannon Matthews.

The second boy is a muscular blonde man with a woman crying over him. His rucksack is even bigger than Rhiannon's.

Violet and I are looking around when we both see a rolling desk with a muscular man standing there with a clipboard. I see a dark tattoo on his wrist and disappearing under his riding leathers. Violet's eyes widen, and her voice comes out sheepish. "Is he...?" Mira glances, and mutters curse words, "A separatist's kid? Yep. See that shimmering mark that starts on the top of his wrist? It's a relic from the rebellion." Violet lifts her eyebrows, and my eyes widen. I can't take my eyes off of this man.

Violet whispers, "A dragon did that?"

Mira nods her head. "Mom says General Melgren's dragon did it to all of them when he executed their parents, but she wasn't exactly open to further discussion on the topic. Nothing like punishing the kids to deter more parents from committing treason."

I've read this more than once before, but something still makes you even sadder now that you are witnessing it firsthand. These children are forced to live with the burden of their parents doing the right thing. But I can't tell Violet; I know Dain's hands will be all over her, searching for her memories. As much as I want to warn Violet about everything, how everything she thinks is wrong, I can't.

"Most of the marked kids who carry rebellion relics are from Tyrrendor, of course, but there are a few whose parents turned traitors from the other provinces—" The blood drains from her face, and she grips the straps of Violet's pack, turning her to face herself.

"I just remembered." Her voice drops, and Violet leans in. My heart jumps at the urgency in her tone. "Stay the hell away from Xaden Riorson."

The air rushes from my lungs. That name... oh, he is going to be trouble for me.

"That Xaden Riorson," she confirms, fear lacing her gaze. "He's a third-year, and he will kill you the second he finds out who you are."

"His father was the Great Betrayer. He led the rebellion," Violet says quietly. "What is Xaden doing here?"

"All the children of the leaders were conscripted as punishment for their parents' crimes," Mira whispers as we shuffle sideways, moving with the line.

"Mom told me they never expected Riorson to pass the parapet. Then they figured a cadet would kill him, but once his dragon chose him..." She shakes her head. "Well, there's nothing much that can be done then. He's risen to the rank of wing leader."

"That's bullshit," Violet seethes in rage. I can see it building up in her body.

"He's sworn allegiance to Navarre, but I don't think that will stop him where you're concerned. Once you get across the parapet—because you will make it across—find Dain. He'll put you in his squad, and we'll just hope it's far from Riorson." She grips her straps tighter. "Stay. Away. From. Him."

"Noted." She nods.

"Next," a voice calls from behind the wooden table that bears the rolls of the Riders Quadrant. The marked rider I don't know is seated next to a scribe I don't know either, but Violet clearly does.

The older scribe's confused face meets Violet. "Violet Sorrengail?"

She nods, picking up the quill and signing her name on the following empty line on the roll.

"But I thought you were meant for the Scribe Quadrant," Captain says softly.

Violet's sadness and envy are painted on her face, and I don't blame her. This isn't where she wants to be.

"General Sorrengail chose otherwise," Mira supplies.

Sadness fills the older man's eyes. "Pity. You had so much promise."

"By the gods," the rider next to Captain Fitzgibbons says. "You're Mira Sorrengail?" His jaw drops, and I can smell his hero worship from here. I get it, and I am standing with a literal main character.

"I am." She nods. "This is my sister, Violet. She'll be a first-year."

"If she survives the parapet," someone behind us snickers. The wind just might blow her right off."

"You fought at Strythmore," the rider behind the desk says with awe.

"They gave you the Order of the Talon for taking out that battery behind enemy lines." The snickering stops.

"As I was saying, Mira puts a hand on Violet's small back. This is my sister, Violet."

"You know the way." The Captain nods and points to the open door into the turret.

"I know the way," she assures him.

And then he turns to me. "Sign your name." He says clearly, a little colder than just earlier with Violet and Mira. I sign y/n Andor. This is as good as my name here, and it will never be known as y/n l/n again. I wished to be called cadet l/n, but Andor will have to do. So after I sign, he looks at me and nods to the door. Violet and Mira seem to be waiting for you.

Leading us past the table so the snickering asshole behind us can sign the roll.

It looks ominously dark, and I fight the urge to run like hell or jump off the parapet.

We pause at the doorway and turn toward each other.

"Don't die, Violet. I'd hate to be an only child." She grins and walks away, strolling past the line of gawking candidates as word spreads of precisely who she is and what she's done.

The first part is below!

https://www.tumblr.com/thekind97/755653816531206144/i-am-writing-a-fan-fic-of-xaden-riorson-on?source=share

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[marvelsmylife]

The Long Lost Archeron Sister Chapter 1: Life At Basgiath War College

Pairing: Azriel x Archeron!reader, Xaden Riorson x Archeron!reader

Plot: A glimpse into your life at Basgiath and your complicated relationship with Xaden Riorson.

A/n for obvious reasons Violet has a different dragon in this story since the reader is bonded to Tairn. I also decided not to include Cat in this story because I felt like there would be too many characters in this story.

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You thought you had a pretty normal childhood growing up. You had parents who loved you and siblings whom you very rarely fought with. Of course, you knew you were adopted from a very young age. Mostly because you looked nothing like the rest of the family, but they all loved you just the same.

While you got along with your three siblings, you were the closest to Brennan because he felt the need to protect you from everything and everyone. He would defend you when people would tease you because you were adopted. He would respond to those bullies with “Our family chose y/n, you’re family is stuck with you.” This would result in the bully crying to their parents, and they would demand Brennan apologize for his words. Of course, your parents defended Brennan’s actions and scolded the parents for raising their children the way they did.

So you were devastated when Brennan was killed during the war. You were like a zombie roaming around and caused your family to worry you were going to do something to yourself. You only got worse when your father passed away shortly after Brennan’s death.

You became a shell of yourself, and no one, not even Violet (who always managed to make you smile) could get you back to how you once were. Because of that, Lilith thought it would be best to train you so you could become a rider when it was time for you to attend Basgiath. She knew you wanted to enroll in the healer quadrant but felt like you might excel as a rider like her, Brennan, and now Mira.

“Be careful. Xaden Riorson is also attending this year with you. He might want to kill you for what mom did to his dad,” Mira warned you on your first day before she pulled you into a hug, “I love you, I know you’re going to do great in the riders quadrant. You’ve been preparing for years for this moment.”

Mira was right. You did fantastic in your first year at Besgiath; the only bad moments you had involved Xaden.

It all started when you crossed the parapet. You had just finished crossing when you heard a female screaming behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you spot a girl with a rebellion relic on her arm hanging off the parapet. Without thinking, you ran towards her and managed to help her up before making it to the other side again.

As soon as you did, you were pushed to the side by a tall, tan, muscular guy. You immediately noticed a rebellion relic on his arm and put two and two together that he was checking on the girl who almost fell. “Excuse me,” you said under your breath, but the guy managed to hear you.

“What did you say?” the guy asked with an angry expression on his face.

You knew you should not start drama on the first day, but you turned around and said, “Excuse me. You say that when you want someone to get out of your way. Instead of pushing past people.”

“Yeah. Well, I wanted to make sure you didn’t do anything to her.”

You were ready to argue when you heard a man clearing his throat, “Sorrengail, what is going on here.” Looking over, you spotted Colonel Aetos with his arms crossed.

“Sorrengail?” the guy had a surprised look on his face.

Colonel Aetos looked at the guy and replied, “Yes, Riorson. Sorrengail, as in general Sorrengail’s daughter.”

Fuck was all you thought when you realized Colonel Aetos announced who your mother was. You were also freaking out that you were arguing with the one guy Mira told you to stay away from.

“Nothing Colonel Aetos. We were just finished crossing the parapet,” you replied while holding your head high and tried not to show you were freaking out internally.

Colonel Aetos looked you straight in the eye to see if you were lying. When he couldn’t detect if you were lying, he nodded before leaving. As soon as he was gone, Xaden glared at you and said, “Stay out of my way,” before storming away with the other marked ones.

You tried your best to avoid Xaden as much as you could. Unfortunately, it seemed the universe wanted to make your life difficult because no matter how hard you tried, you kept running into Xaden. At first, all he did was glare at you, but over the following weeks, it shifted into him taunting you if you made a small mistake.

Things only got more complicated when you discovered that your dragon was mated to Xaden’s dragon. You glared at Tarin when you found out and shut them tight when you heard Xaden’s voice. “Let’s see how long you last before Tairn has to find a new rider,” Xaden taunted before mounting Sgaeyl.

“Do you wish for me to get rid of your enemy?” Tairn asks once Xaden and Sgaeyl are gone.

You tried to suppress a laugh at Tairn’s request, “Sgaeyl will get mad you killed her rider.”

“She’ll get over it. There are a lot of riders who are not bonded to dragons yet. She can pick from them,” you let out a loud laugh at Tairn’s response.

“As much as I wish for you to do that, I’d rather not give the marked ones another reason to hate me,” you replied before you mounted Tairn and shot up into the sky.

Your second year was when your relationship changed from hatred for one another into lust. It was somewhere in mid-September when you and Xaden first slept together. What was supposed to train for upcoming challenges turned into something more when you managed to pin Xaden onto the mat.

Before you had a chance to second guess your decision, you leaned in and kissed Xaden. Xaden was more than happy to kiss you back and started groping your ass. You were ready to remove your leathers when Xaden stopped you. “Not here,” Xaden groaned into your chest while you moved against him, “not unless you want someone to walk in on us.”

You were more than happy to be dragged into his room, where you proceeded to have sex until you were exhausted. It had been a long time since you had sex with anyone, so you were enjoying every second of it. Once you caught your breath, you decided that it was time to leave. As soon as you got up and started getting dressed again, Xaden asked, “Where are you going?”

“To my room?” you replied, a confused look on your face, “where else would I go?”

Sitting up, Xaden had a scowl on his face, “You’re not going anywhere. It’s late, and might I remind you, people are still trying to kill you so they can bond with Tairn.”

You mentally cursed yourself because you knew he was right, “So what am I supposed to do? Spend the night here?” Your eyes widened when Xaden just pats his bed, “holy shit, I was kidding. It’s one thing to fuck; it’s another to sleep together after sex.”

“Well, I’m not kidding, so come back to bed. You can sneak out in the morning if you want, but you’re not leaving this room tonight.” Xaden moved his sheets so you could get back into his bed.

You wanted to continue arguing with Xaden, but you knew it was a lost cause, so you decided to climb back on his bed. “I still hate you,” you grumbled.

“You weren’t saying that when I was fucking a few minutes ago,” Xaden teased as he held you against his chest and drifted off to sleep. 

You wish you could say that was the first and last time you had sex with Xaden; it wasn’t. What followed was a very challenging relationship that lasted for the rest of the year. Each time you thought you were in a good place with Xaden, you discovered he was lying. Which would result in you breaking up with him and him asking for another chance. 

It wasn’t until your third year that your and Xaden’s relationship started to stabilize. Part of you felt like Violet had something to do with it. With her being forced into the rider’s quadrant by your mother, you found yourself looking after her. It crushed you at times, watching as she went through the same challenges you faced in your first year. You made sure to give her the book Brennan wrote for Mira like Mira gave it to you on your first day.

You also made sure that no one killed her the entire year like they tried with you during your first year. Of course, you also roped in Xaden’s friends to help and suggested one of his friends from first year follow her around just in case. You knew you were being over the top, but you had already lost two family members, and you didn’t want to lose more.

Of course, the trust you built with Xaden went down the drain the day you found out Brennan was alive, and he knew the entire time. You screamed at Xaden; if the events during war games hadn’t happened, would he have eventually told you that your brother was alive. He tried to tell you that he wanted to tell you the truth but that Brennan told him not to.

Because of that, you didn’t speak or acknowledge Xaden’s existence for weeks after graduation. You wanted to be stationed as far away from Xaden as possible. Unfortunately, because Sgaeyl and Tairn are mated, they need to be by each other’s side. Which was unfortunate for you because that meant you had to be around Xaden.

Xaden spent weeks trying to work through your rough patch, and his hard work paid off nine weeks later. He promised to be completely honest with you and even offered to answer any questions you had for him about his past. 

You were happy to take him up on his offer and spent three weeks asking him questions you were dying to ask him, but he always shut down. The big one was if he truly loved you. “Yes,” Xaden replied while caressing your face, “you are the first and only woman I’ll ever love.”

Hearing that finally put your mind at ease and allowed Xaden to kiss you. Of course, Xaden took things further than kissing quickly, seeing as you refused to be touched by him for weeks. He repeatedly groaned about how much he missed you and hearing your whimpers because of the pleasure he brought you.

That night was different than other nights you’ve had since you were stationed at Samara. You had a dream you used to have daily when you first got to Basgiath and bonded with Tairn and Andarna. 

You were hyperventilating and covered in sweat when you woke up in the middle of the night. “What’s wrong?” Xaden asked in a groggy state.

“I had that dream again. The one where I’m being hugged by two other girls, one looking exactly like me. Then a man ripped me away from them before handing me to my father, and the other girls called after me,” you replied, holding Xaden’s blanket against your chest. “I feel like it isn’t a dream. I feel like they are memories, but the last time I talked to my mom, she said I was an only child and that my parents gave me away because they couldn’t afford to take care of me.”

Xaden sat up and kissed your shoulder, “I hate to be that guy, but there is a strong chance your mother is lying to you. Are you sure your parents didn’t have someone erase your memories when you were a child?”

You were about to reply when you heard Tairn’s voice, "Young one, your sister’s in trouble. Surie can’t locate her, and their line of communication has been blocked. We have to go now before it’s too late."

You began to panic at Tairn’s words and shot out of Xaden’s bed, “What’s wrong?” Xaden asked as he watched you get dressed.

“My sister's in trouble. Tairn said Surie can’t get ahold of Violet.” You replied, “I don’t care if I get punished for this. Need to find my sister.”

Xaden didn’t have to think twice before getting up and started getting dressed. “Go pack up your stuff. I’m going to go tell Garrick we’re leaving and give him the option to come with us or stay if he wishes. We’ll meet you in your room, ok?”

“Ok,” you replied, kissing Xaden before you packed to your room.

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[tearsaura]

Didn’t go as planned // Brennan Sorrengail x reader

A/N: based on this request. Hope you enjoy it! It kind of turned into a blurb

Word count: 693

Warnings: mentions of blood

Picture is from Pinterest: horevapolina2

‘My love, as much as seeing you makes my day better, I don’t want you as a patient’ Y/N sighed as she spotted Brennan sitting up on one of the patient beds, one hand holding a bloodied cloth to his nose, but the glint in his eyes suggested that he was grinning beneath said cloth.

Y/N stopped in front of him and took the cloth from his hand. She felt his nose carefully, her eyebrows furrowed as she wore that look of concentration that Brennan loved so much.

Breaking his nose had its advantages.

'Hmm... it's slightly broken. It would still take a few weeks for it to heal on its own. You can't avoid healing yourself, but you surely knew that before you came to me.’ She said with a teasing smile that he returned.

‘Yeah, Mira’s punch is half as mean as she likes to claim it, but I wanted to see you.’ He replied and Y/N’s grin grew even wider. She sat down next to him and squeezed his hand.

‘You don’t need to break your nose to see me. I can give you something to stop the blood. The family reunion didn’t go as well as you hoped.’ Brennan sighed.

‘I knew she would be mad. She has every right to do so. And the fact that she broke my nose has something familiar about it. Feels like being sixteen again' she burst out laughing, which he joined in.

‘It’s a shock for them. She's certainly happier than she's showing right now.' He nodded and pulled her closer to him by her hand until her face was just a few inches from his.

‘You know what will help me heal? A kiss’ ‘Oh really. I’ve never learned that during my training.’

'Well they probably wanted to keep some things to themselves to create a power imbalance. But I need a lot of energy to heal myself and the best resource for energy is a kiss from you,” he replied. ‘Mmhkay but let me clean your face first and stop your bleeding, you’re covered in blood.’ Brennan picked up the cloth again and wiped his face roughly, hissing when it caught his nose.

'There. Clean. Now I want my kiss.’ Y/N rolled her eyes but obeyed him. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and gently placed her lips on his. Brennan smiled into the kiss and buried his hands in her hair.

Their moment alone got interrupted by the sound of the door, and both turned their heads towards the door.

His sister Mira walked in, closely followed by Violet. The two of them froze when they saw their brother. Mira raised her eyebrows and Violet grinned. Y/N wanted to pull away from Brennan, but he continued to hold her close and sat up straighter.

‘Well, that's not how I imagined I'd introduce you to each other, but it is what it is. Violet, Mira, this is Y/N, my girlfriend’.

‘It’s nice to finally meet you,’ Y/N said with a shy smile, and Brennan could kiss her again because of that.

Violet smiled back, but Mira’s facial expression remained unchanged, her eyes fixed on Brennan.

‘Don’t you want to say something?’ Brennan asked his sister.

‘The Mender goes to the healer? Really?’ she asked, and Y/N busted out laughing.

‘Right?!’ she said amidst her laughter, infecting Violet with it. Even Mira smiled.

‘I wanted to get a professional’s opinion!’ ‘Well, I suspect you just want to see the healer,’ Violet teased, sitting down on the bed next to Y/N.

'I'm not commenting on that,' Brennan countered. Mira strolled over to the other side of his bed and plopped down on it. She turned to Y/N: 'Is this the moment we tell you embarrassing childhood stories?' 'I've been waiting too long for this' his girlfriend said and turned completely to her. Brennan groaned.

He leaned back and even though his sister completely embarrassing him in front of his love, he felt more at home than ever before.

The three most important women in his life were here with him, safe and he will do everything to keep it that way.

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[callsign-rogueone]

reunited - m.s.

Mira Sorrengail x soft!reader  words: 929 🏷: IRON FLAME SPOILERS. hurt/comfort, descriptions of injury (inflicted on you by others) and blood. established relationship between you and mira. no pronouns used for reader :)

If the rumors are true, if it was really Violet Sorrengail who convinced half of Basgiath’s cadets to abandon ship and fly to Aretia to join the revolution, then her sister must be around here somewhere. That’s the only thought keeping you upright, the only thing taking the edge off of the pain that envelops your entire being.

“Teine is here,” your dragon confirms. “I’ll have him tell his rider.”

A few heartbeats later, Mira comes sprinting out of the house. She gapes at the sight of you: dried blood streaks your face, your arms are littered with cuts and purpling bruises, and you look ready to fall over at any moment. 

Your skin is ice cold against hers as she gathers you into her arms, but she doesn’t flinch. “Who did this to you?”

“My squad at Chakir,” you answer, struggling to form words with your exhaustion. “I was the only one who left.”

She burns with anger. How could the people who were supposed to have your back, who you regarded as friends, have been so cruel to you? You of all people, who are so kind and good, who took extra shifts without complaint and always showed up with a smile on your face, who baked cakes for people’s birthdays when they couldn’t get leave to see their family?

Your flight jacket is nowhere to be seen — they must have stripped it from you before you left. It’s a miracle you hadn’t frozen to death on the way here.

Every cell in your body has been screaming at you for the last twelve hours to find Mira, and here she is, holding you. She’s alive. She’s safe. 

The adrenaline fades fast and you slump forward, legs finally giving out from underneath you, but she holds you upright. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I got you.” 

She readjusts, pulling you up and slinging one of your arms over her shoulders. You make a soft sound of discomfort at the movement, but you lean against her without complaint, doing your best to lift your feet as she limps you inside.

“BRENNAN!” Her voice carries through the stone hallway easily, and footsteps race toward you, a blurry but familiar face entering your vision. This must be the afterlife, you decide. How else could he be standing here? He’s been dead for years.

Maybe you’re just delirious. You certainly don’t feel right, dizzy and disoriented as Mira kneels, pulling you into her lap and looking up at her brother desperately. “Please,” she rasps. 

Brennan has no idea who you are, what your relationship is to his sister, but the way she’s holding you and the shake of her voice tells him everything he needs to know.

He’s never heard her sound scared before.

A strong hand wraps around your wrist and the pain ceases, but it’s still hard to breathe, hard to think. If you could just close your eyes for a minute… 

You rest your head against her shoulder, content to bask in the warmth of her skin and the feeling of her body against yours, the plush muscle supporting your weight easily.

“Eyes open, love,” Mira says gently. “I know you’re tired, but you need to stay awake. Just keep looking at me, okay?”

You blink up at her, working to focus your gaze. “You cut your hair. S’nice.”

She smiles. “Had to do it myself, since you weren’t there. Gods, I missed you so much, love. I never want to be stationed apart from you again.”

You manage a soft laugh. “You won’t be. They’re never taking us back after this.”

She’s quiet, continuing to stroke her thumb across your knuckles. “Yeah, I guess not.”

You realize that her mother hadn’t joined her here, that she remains on the opposite side of this fight. “M’ so sorry, Mir.” You squeeze her hand weakly in a silent gesture of affection. 

“It’s okay,” she says softly, squeezing back. “I’ll always be okay if I have you with me.”

Brennan looks you over once more, satisfied with his work. “I think that’s everything.”

“Thanks, Bren,” you mumble, fighting sleep. “Glad you’re not dead.”

He laughs. “I am too. Get some rest, okay?”

Mira keeps one hand on you at all times; as she leads you upstairs to the room she’d been assigned, while she gets you out of your torn clothes and washes the dried blood and dirt from your skin, as she helps you into clean pajamas and settles into bed beside you.

“Mir?” You ask softly, as she’s about to turn off the mage light. 

She turns back to face you. “Yes, love?”

“I really wanna kiss you,” you say quietly, like it’s a secret, like you haven’t had her lips on yours hundreds of times before.

She puts a gentle hand on your jaw, mindful of the tenderness that will remain there for a day or two, bringing you forward for a soft kiss.

“I love you,” you murmur, brushing your nose against hers.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake.”

“Promise?” You ask softly, still watching her like you’re afraid she’ll disappear, that this is all some elaborate dream you’re going to wake up from any minute now.

“I promise, my love. I’m never leaving you again. You’re stuck with me for life.”

You giggle, cuddling into her side. “I wouldn't want to be stuck with anyone else.”

After 154 days away from your lover, you finally fall asleep in her arms once again, safe and warm, knowing that nothing can separate you.

[callsign-rogueone]

so this song is all over my tiktok now and I love it. if perhaps a fic were to happen about it… who would you want it to be for?? (reader would be the “you”, who is being sung about) 👀

edit to add: if you put "other" send me an ask to tell me who you'd want! (Sloane, Rhiannon, Violet...)

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𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐! 𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖑 𝕾𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖃 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ Fourth Wing

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamento Yandere, prigionia, restrizioni, rapimento, inganno, manipolazione emotiva, squilibrio di potere a danni di Mc, utilizzo di soprannomi da animali, tortura, utilizzo di Veleni, utilizzo implicito di Droga, contenuto Lgbt,

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 2119

In realtà (Nome) non ricordava nemmeno come avesse attirato la loro attenzione. Sapeva solo che Brennan e Mira avevano iniziato quella catena di eventi e che tra i tre Violet è sicuramente quella meno pericolosa.

Aveva notato i troppi sensi di colpa di Violet causati dal trattamento duro che avevano i fratelli nei confronti della (Colore) - non che le avessero fatto così tanto male… all’inizio - e che (Nome) utilizza contro la più giovane dei figli del generale Sorrengail. Poi ha giocato con l’innocente convinzione che aveva notato negli occhi di Violet, quella secondo cui (Nome) non sapesse mentire così astutamente per riuscire a sfuggire ai due Sorrengail più grandi, soprattutto quando non c'erano uno dei due a farle capire i giochi della loro piccola volpe.

Ma ancora, Violet era più piccola persino di (Nome), quindi era crudele qualsiasi di questi comportamenti, anche quando erano fatti per puro terrore e disperazione. Mira gli avrebbe impartito una bella lezione nel caso avesse anche solo capito che (Nome) stesse manipolando la sorellina e Brennan avrebbe ottenuto solo un riscontro psicologico da (Nome) e una buona lezione per la giovane Violet. Violet era davvero troppo piccola e troppo fragile per riuscire a stare al passo con quella caccia folle.

Tuttavia agli occhi inesperti di un ignaro spettatore Violet poteva sembrare la compagnia preferita della (Colore). È sempre stato più facile parlare con lei e convincerla a rilasciare la morsa e il periodo solo con lei era sicuramente uno dei più belli da quando era stata reclusa dai suoi fratelli. Anche quando era sicura che Mira e Brennan la stessero istruendo non è mai riuscita ad avere un vero controllo su (Nome).

Anche se il momento in cui Violet è partita per Basgiath, era davvero il suo preferito. Nessuno le avrebbe fatto cambiare idea. L’anno e mezzo di libertà era un lusso, lo sapeva fin troppo bene. Nessuno avrebbe impedito alle due sorelle di ritrovarla, era questione di tempo.

(Nome) se ne era andata e nessuno aveva cercato di fermarla. Era felice di questo. Il Generale Lilith Sorrengail l’aveva guardata andarsene con i pochi effetti personali che possedeva e a cui si era affezionata e le aveva detto di fare attenzione. A cosa esattamente? Brennan è morto e dubitava seriamente potesse resuscitare, Mira era nell’ala est, e Violet è stata mandata a morire a Basgiath. (Nome) non credeva minimamente che lei potesse farcela, ne era certa. È sempre stata l’anello debole dei tre.

(Nome) se ne andò per la sua strada e così fece Lilith. (Nome) non la reputava necessariamente una cattiva madre. Certo non aveva mai mostrato nulla se non disprezzo e severità nei suoi occhi, ma questo non la rendeva una cattiva madre. Aveva solo i suoi motivi e il fatto che avesse cercato di allontanarla dai suoi figli ha solo alzato il livello di stima di (Nome) - anche quando l’aveva definita un inutile passata mento -. Attraversò per quella che sperava essere vivamente l’ultima volta il cortile sorvolato da draghi con i loro cavalieri. (Nome) era terrorizzata da quegli esseri e prima se ne fosse andata meglio era.

Se qualcuno avrebbe potuto guardarlo dall’estero lo avrebbe ritenuto in un certo senso era ironico. Lei che era terrorizzata dai Draghi, era stata tenuta segregata da persone che in un modo o nell’altro sarebbero diventati cavalieri. Ma in definitiva se ne andò. Raggiunse il primo paesino disperso nelle foreste, un posto dove nessuno avrebbe potuto trovarla così facilmente. Il primo periodo è stato duro, adattarsi ai nuovi ritmi eppure la piacevole sensazione di libertà era qualcosa di impagabile.

È quasi un peccato che questa libertà durerà così poco.

Le sue gambe facevano male mentre correva. Sperava di aver visto male. Sperava vivamente che quel cavaliere non fosse Mira che la stava cercando. Sperava che avesse sbagliato a sentire il nome della persona che quel cavaliere stava cercando. Sperava che fosse tutto un mucchio di coincidenze e che lei non fosse Mira. Perché se veramente fosse Mira magari c’era anche Violet e (Nome) non voleva tornare con loro. Continuava a sperare ma continuava comunque a correre. Se mai sperare non fosse servito almeno sarebbe stata lontana dal villaggio. Corse. Corse. Corse. Corse e Corse. Respirare non poteva essergli più doloroso e difficile di così. Doveva trovare un posto che a rigor di logica fosse difficile da raggiungere per un drago e impensabile per Mira.

Un ruggito freni l’aria e un vento anomalo si alzo. (Nome) maledì la sua scarsa forma fisica e la sua troppa sicurezza nel rimanere così allungo nello stesso luogo. Non voleva fermarsi eppure quando il grande drago atterrò sul suolo erboso a quasi 20 metri da lei non ha avuto altra scelta. Crollo sull’erba verde e si trascinó il più lontano possibile. I polmoni bruciavano come mai prima d’ora e semplicemente non sapeva se sarebbe riuscita a sopravvivere di questo passo. Vide dal drago scendere la figura di Violet. Le sue pelli da volo erano in perfetto condizioni e sul suo viso nessuna traccia di sudore. Ma d’altronde era (Nome) ad aver corso fino ad adesso, a lei è bastato solo restare in groppa del suo drago. Rimosse dagli occhi gli occhiali protettivi così da poter vedere la figura tremante della sua astuta volpe. (Nome) si trascinò con le proprie mani più lontano possibile da lei. Era stanca e forse tremante tuttavia l’adrenalina scorreva ancora vivace nel suo organismo e questo le grida di andarsene il prima possibile. Si voltò dalla parte opposta da cui stava arrivando Violet per correre il più lontano possibile. Mentre correva (Nome) si illuse di avere una possibilità. Una volta raggiunta la foresta solo Violet poteva seguirla, a patto che volessero che (Nome) vivesse.

Certo, la foresta sarebbe stata la scelta migliore, anzi l’unica, tuttavia alla foresta non arrivò mai per potersi riparare. Un’altro drago atterrò davanti a lei. Una serie di scaglie riflettenti specchiano il suo riflesso malmesso e terrorizzato. Era la prima volta che sentiva questo genere di terrore, ma era anche la prima volta che aveva a che fare con dei draghi in modo così ravvicinato.

Dal drago non scese nessuno.

❝ Grazie Andarna, sei arrivata giusto in tempo. ❞ Oh! Forse (Nome) aveva capito. (Nome) non conosce le dinamiche tra cavalieri e draghi, non ha mai avuto bisogno di conoscerle, tuttavia non ci voleva un genio per capire che anche quel drago fosse suo, insieme al bestione nero con cui aveva avuto un incontro ravvicinato prima. ❝ (Nome), finalmente ti abbiamo trovata. Non immagini nemmeno quanto eravamo preoccupate per te. ❞ (Nome) non vedeva come dovessero preoccuparsi per lei. Lei era felice in quel posto senza di loro, lei è stata felice in tutto l’arco dell’anno e mezzo in cui non era più imprigionata. Ma non si voltò per dirglielo, in realtà i suoi occhi erano ancora fissi sul drago dalle scaglie lucide. No, forse era solo concentrata sul suo riflesso pietoso.

Si sentì sbattere un’altro di ali e Violet con entusiasmo attirò l’attenzione del cavaliere prima di urlare qualcosa che aveva fatto salire il vomito. ❝ La Volpe è qui! ❞ Personalmente era un soprannome che odiava. Glielo aveva dato Brennan quando una delle prime volte che ha cercato di scappare utilizzando Violet. Da una giocosa presa in giro è diventato il suo soprannome di quando non volevano parlare direttamente di lei. O quando sapevano che potevano infastidirla per qualche comportamento subdolo - In particolare Mira -

(Nome) in ultimo scatto, a sorpresa di tutti, persino di se stessa, si alzó in piedi pronta a correre in qualsiasi direzione fosse libera. Si sentiva ancora speranzosa, forse con molta fortuna potrebbe ancora raggiungere il bosco. Mosse solo alcuni passi prima di essere trascinata di nuovo a terra, al suo posto. Due braccia l’avvolsero stretta. ❝ Dove pensi di andare, astuta volpe. È da un po’ che non ci vediamo e ancora di più che non passiamo del tempo insieme. ❞ Mira… Si irrigidì nel suo abbraccio. L’ultima volta che la vide la salutó quasi a stente - che di per se le sembrava davvero impossibile - aveva solo deciso di avere una qualche discussione con il Generale Lilith per poi accompagnare Violet a Basgiath e poi non le vide più entrambe.

❝ Mira fai attenzione non vedi che è terrorizzata. ❞ Un’altra voce di aggiunse alla conversazione. Una voce fottutamente familiare. Una di quelle voci che appartengono a persone morte. ❝ I morti non hanno diritto in questa discussione.❞ La presa di Mira, durante la dubbia discussione, si allentó. (Nome) avrebbe potuto scappare. Certo, quello era il suo pensiero che sfumó con lo stupore e il paio di stivali da volo posizionati di fronte a lei. Chiunque fosse - anche se sapeva benissimo chi fosse - ora è di fronte a lei e (Nome) non aveva la benché minima voglia di alzare lo sguardo per affrontarlo. Lui si inginocchiò di fronte a lei, le alzó il viso con due dita sotto il mento.

❝ Ehy piccola volpe, è da tanto che non ci vediamo. Sei contenta di vedermi? ❞ Il volto di Brennan era adornato da un gentile sorriso mentre le parlava eppure il viso della ragazza era stretto in una espressione di puro terrore e incredulità.

Lei ovviamente sapeva che era lui, tuttavia niente le avrebbe impedito di negare fino all’ultimo. ❝ No… ❞ La domanda di Brennan non imponeva una risposta, ed in effetti non gli ha risposto. ❝ no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!❞ (Nome) scosse il capo in continuazione, da un lato all’altro reggendosela con le mani. ❝ Questo non possibile… ❞

Brennan si è intenerito nel vedere (Nome) bisbigliare e scervellare per capire come lui potesse essere qui, l’insieme dei draghi, della fuga e della loro presenza, le impedivano di ragionare come si deve. Tutto quello che la sua mente le dice era di nascondersi e scappare. ❝ Chi si offre a trasportarla fino ad Aretia? ❞ Mira la teneva ancora stretta per impedirle di scappare, conosceva troppo bene (Nome) per sapere che potrebbe essere capace di scappare fino all’ultimo istante. Intanto si tirò in piedi insieme alla sua confusa volpe. ❝ Dimentichi che salirà mai con noi su un drago, annesso che uno dei nostri draghi si offra di portarla. ❞ Brennan si sfregò il mento pensando ad un modo per trasportare la povera ragazza.

❝ …Forse ho modo… ❞ Violet parlò ma (Nome) non ebbe il coraggio di ascoltare. Stavano parlando di trasporta, (Nome) e draghi tutto nella medesima frase. Non voleva sapere cosa le avrebbero fatto.

Chiuse gli occhi (Colore) mentre vedeva Violet avvicinarsi e sentiva Mira stringerla per tenerla ferma. Poteva ricordare poco altro, oltre alla lotta e alle preghiere per farli fermare. Un liquido le veniva spinto in bocca a forza, un gusto amaro e dolce al medesimo istante. La testa aveva iniziato a girarle e le parole insieme alle preghiere le venivano a meno, mentre loro la reggevano nel suo stato traballante. Basta. È crollata a terra e poi l’oscurità.

(Nome) si è ritrovata ad Aretia. Non sapeva come, ma sapeva che niente sarebbe cambiato da prima.

Brennan era rimasto quello più intelligente. Nessuna fuga sarebbe stata possibile con lui o comunque non sarebbe arrivata molto lontano a meno che lui non lo avesse deciso. (Nome) ha tentato una fuga il minuto successivo ad aver scoperto di essere tornata, le aveva lasciato proseguire la sua fuga. Almeno fino a quando (Nome) stessa non si era accorta di essere finita in un cortile pieno Cadetti in allenamento con i rispettivi draghi. Il terrore fu abbastanza da farla tornare indietro nei suoi passi fino a Brennan fin troppo divertito dal suo terrore. L’avrebbe trascinata in spalla come fosse un peso morto e rimproverando cautamente la (Colore). Si sentiva un cucciolo o una bambina in queste situazioni, ma se si impegnava abbastanza sarebbe riuscita ad ignorarlo. Ma l’imbarazzo di vederlo flarlo di fronte ai cadetti di Aretia mentre passavano per i corridoi era qualcosa con cui non sarebbe mai riuscita a convivere nemmeno dopo mesi.

Mira era invece quella ferrea e implacabile dei tre, come lo era sempre stata. Per lei non esisteva punizione che non fosse applicabile alla loro piccola volpe tremante e disobbediente. Reclusione forzata al buio e l'essenziale per sopravvivere, Privazione di ‘privilegi’ come li avrebbe chiamati lei ed infine nei casi più gravi si arriva a leggere fratture o distorsione. Quando piangeva, urlava e implorava perché il dolore finisse, Mira la rassicurava semplicemente dicendole che era per il suo bene. Ma credeva che tutto questo fosse per il loro piacere più che il suo bene. Anche se la parte peggiore è cercare di capire quando la stesse mettendo alla prova o se avesse davvero intenzione di attuarle. Appena ne ebbe l’occasione fu lei ad offrirsi di ristabilire le regole vecchie ed aggiungerne di nuove. Nuovo posto, nuove regole.

Ed infine Violet… Violet era decisamente e irrimediabilmente cambiata. Essere diventata un cavaliere in quel maledetto college, l’aveva cambiata, in peggio se possibile. Non era più l’anello debole dietro cui nascondersi e che avrebbe ammorbidito anche se di poco le sue punizioni. Non era più quella che le avrebbe tolto le catene e le avrebbe dato un sorso d’acqua in più. No… ora è diventato uno strano mix dei due. Tra il genio di Brennan e l’ implacabilità di Mira. Avrebbe stretto la presa per farla desistere da una fuga mentre la riporta dentro con tenere rassicurazioni. Avrebbe offerto la sua disponibilità dopo che Mira avesse finito, rammaricandosi di non aver mai agito al meglio prima e successivamente le avrebbe raccontato di come, a Basgiath, avesse avvelenato i suoi avversari, per poi fare lo stesso con lei. Ora si era trovata ad implorare pietà piu a Violet che a Brennan e Mira. Non poteva dire di potersi nascondere dietro di loro, ma non erano più i più pericolosi.

Ora come ora è più in gabbia di prima.

Questo era solo il primo di una piccola saga di 5 post sulla famiglia Sorrengail :3.

Nessuno dei capitoli sarà correlato al precedente. Potrete leggerli in che ordine volte e decidere quali leggere e quali no ( Attualmente sono in lavorazione )

BRENNAN ♡ MIRA ♡ VIOLET ♡ LILITH

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study season

fourth wing characters (Aaric, Bodhi, Brennan, Dain, Garrick, Imogen, Liam, Mira, Rhiannon, Ridoc, Sawyer, Sloane, Violet, and Xaden) x reader the ways our faves help you study for exams. words: ~900 🏷: no book spoilers, no triggers. gender neutral. and I included the girls this time!! some of these can be read as platonic and others mention kisses / cuddles, implying you’re a couple. idk, I just work here. I’m really liking this format lately, and it’s (fairly) quick and easy so you can expect more of these in the future while I procrastinate all the girlfriendverse chapters and smut I have to write lol

First, the more studious of the bunch:

Brennan is all-in, no hesitation, pulling up a chair next to you and learning this with you for moral support, but also for fun (can you believe this guy?) though you suppose it’s easier to enjoy this if it doesn’t count for a grade. Either way, he’s a very nice study partner, and he encourages you to take breaks every hour / chapter / etc. Brings snacks, too.

Violet somehow already knows all of the material, and explains it better than the textbook or the professor. Walks things back if you don’t get it and gets into the why and how, which so many teachers skip over, even though it helps explain the what (pet peeve of mine showing here lol). 

Aaric’s study skills are unmatched -- years of the best private tutors money can buy really paid off. Teaches you new strategies that you’ve never heard of in your life, and when you ask, he admits a bit shyly that he came up with it himself, but it works, and you get it done in half the time you would have before. (work smarter, not harder, baby)

Rhiannon gives you the pep talk of your life (we all need a Rhiannon in our lives) and convinces you that you’ve got this. Packs you a little snack for the day of your exam with a little note reminding you that you know this, just breathe and think. 

Xaden sees you struggling and forces you to take a break. During said break, he’s reading the book himself and figuring out what exactly has you so stressed and exhausted. Breaks down the tasks into smaller, more manageable steps and guides you through it -- “find three reasons why XYZ happened.” done with that? “Now make them into paragraphs.” etc etc, and an hour later, you have a passable essay. 

Dain is taking this more seriously than you are, and his discipline is like no other; you’re not stopping until the work is done, or until midnight, whichever comes first (because sleep is important for the brain, or whatever. Definitely not just because he misses you and wants to cuddle). 

Garrick may have no idea what you’re talking about, but he suffers through it with you, offering to let you explain things to him, because teaching is a good way to test if you understand something. Though you get what you pay for -- he’s a total smartass about it, asking questions about the littlest details even if they’re common knowledge -- he’s gotta be thorough, right? 

Ridoc may be the class clown type, but he’s smarter than a lot of people think. He comes up with a bunch of jokes that actually help you remember things. Somehow manages to relate the most complex topic in your book to a sandwich, and it actually works. He’s incredibly smug about this for the rest of the week, especially when you get the highest score in the class (he’ll take payment in kisses, thank you.)

Bodhi makes flashcards with you, quizzing you and giving you a kiss if you get it right (this definitely is not a distraction, and things definitely don’t escalate from here, nope.) He’s also really good at proofreading essays, and gives excellent feedback regarding the structure and the order of the information.

Liam sits there with you all the while, completely silent, working on one of his wood carvings at the other end of the table, but you know he’s there and he’s watching -- and that provides a healthy amount of peer pressure and keeps you on task. He’s an incredibly observant person, and he can see the stress building; he knows when to intervene and suggest that you take a break.

Sloane is the best person to commiserate with. She doesn’t want to be doing this either, but she’s also incredibly stubborn, and she doesn’t give up; after a healthy amount of complaining, she’s forcing you both to keep trying until it works / until it’s done, and then you’re treating yourselves to something for getting it over with, because you deserve it.

Sawyer is gentle and supportive, having a heart-to-heart conversation with you and reminding you that yes, this is important, but the world will not stop turning if you fail one exam. He knows how it feels to be compared to his peers, especially in how long it takes you to accomplish something (poor bb) and doesn’t want you stressing yourself out about that, either. 

Imogen is the opposite, all tough love, giving you gentle but firm reminders: “you didn’t make it this far just to give up,”, “I know you can do this, so do it,” but she balances it out with tender affirmation when you’re done. She’ll even let you skip out on training for the day since you’ve been studying so hard (and she takes training seriously, so this is more of a reward than it seems). 

Mira’s default approach is similar to Imogen’s, but she can see that you’re reaching your limit and dials it back, being more gentle with you and doing whatever you need -- encouragement? someone to just sit there? help / explanation / etc? she’s got you covered. herds you into bed at a reasonable hour so you’ll be well rested for the classes and exams.

And all of them are incredibly proud of you for working so hard and getting good grades 🤍

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other characters from these universes can possibly be added too!

hearted (❤️) characters are my personal faves, and I have active plans to write about them. I currently have at least one fic published for checked (✅) characters, but will be posting more!

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Fourth Wing

Bodhi Durran Brennan Sorrengail (Aisereigh) ❤️ Dain Aetos Garrick Tavis ❤️✅ Liam Mairi ❤️ Mira Sorrengail Rhiannon Matthias Ridoc Gamlyn Sawyer Henrick Violet Sorrengail Xaden Riorson

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Azriel Shadowsinger ❤️ Eris Vanserra ❤️ Lucien Vanserra

Outer Range

Rhett Abbott ❤️✅

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you're somebody else - b.s.

Brennan Sorrengail x Reader words: 1.7k 🏷: IRON FLAME SPOILERS. reader uses she/her pronouns. angst, angst, angst (but a happy ending!) blood, discussion of injury, scars and stitches. inspired by / titled after the song by flora cash

Your fiancé has been dead for six years. You’d read his name on the death roll, and burned his belongings in an offering to Malek. 

Now he’s standing thirty feet away from you with both of his sisters, breathing and moving, reacting to something they’d said.

He’s alive.

Your grip on your bag falters, and it falls to the floor with a soft thud. 

Everyone’s eyes turn to you. The younger of the two Sorrengail girls recognizes you instantly, her lips parting in shock as she takes you in for the first time since Brennan’s graduation from Basgiath. 

Her gaze shifts to her brother, whose eyes are now locked with yours. You look like you’ve seen a ghost, unable to pull your eyes away from the man in front of you. 

You make no move toward him; don’t leap into his arms like he’d imagined for years, don’t hug him as tightly as you can, don’t cry tears of happiness. Your boots are still glued to the polished floor of the hall. 

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, “I…”

You flinch at his voice, the sound you’ve only heard in dreams for the last six years.

The tall man standing beside him, who you distantly recognize to be Fen Riorson’s son, motions for the two girls to leave.

“It’s good to see you again,” Violet says softly. You’ve always had a soft spot for her, had written her letters after you’d gotten the news, sharing in her grief. 

Mira only gives you a lingering glance as she follows her sister, leaving you alone with Brennan.

“You’re hurt,” he says gently, seeing the tear in the right thigh of your pants and the bloody gash beneath it. “Can I mend you?”

You remain silent, but you nod once in affirmation.

You pretend the hands on your leg belong to anyone else, keeping your eyes forward while he kneels in front of you, working to close the wound.

He finally speaks. “My love, I’m so-”

“Please don’t call me that,” you interrupt, and he feels a pain rival to that of the arrow he’d taken to the chest, the one that should have killed him. 

He’s silent, letting you continue. You’ll likely have as much pent up emotion to release as his sisters did when they found out. Thankfully, you choose Violet’s path over Mira’s, eviscerating him with words rather than fists. His nose still doesn’t feel right; mending himself has always been difficult.

“I still mourn you,” you tell him. “I've lit a candle for Malek every night in your honor since I got the news. To have my life crumble around me, to find out we’re at war, that I’ve been on the wrong side the whole time, and then to find that for six years, you’ve been alive, but you never once thought about writing to me to tell me any of it…” you shake your head, pressing your lips together to hold in a sob.

You steady your breathing after a moment. “I’m glad you’re alive, Brennan, I really am. But my Brennan, the man I was supposed to marry, the one who wrote me love letters in ancient languages, is still dead. He has been for years.”

You reach into the chest pocket of your flight jacket, placing something cold in his hand and closing his fingers around it. He doesn’t need to look down to know that it's your engagement ring.

“Thank you for the mending,” you say, picking up your bag. 

He waits until your footsteps have retreated back into the hallway, letting loose a shuddering sob.

Marbh sends him a wave of warmth and empathy. If there is any being who knows how much it had hurt Brennan to be away from you so long, it is him.

“Your brother needs you, silver one,” Tairn relays to Violet, a resigned quiet in his tone that has the cadet slipping away from the group to run back to the assembly room.

When she arrives, she finds Brennan sitting on the floor, knees tucked to his chest, sobbing. It’s a sight she never wants to see again; it just feels so wrong. 

Brennan had always been the strongest of the siblings, the tree that could weather any storm, a perfect balance of their mother’s intense strength and their father’s calm intelligence. It was always her crying after an injury, Mira or Brennan taking her to the infirmary for Nolon to mend it, soothing her all the while.

It’s her turn now to hold him as he cries, murmuring reassurances.

“She’ll come around,” Violet promises, though there’s a nagging feeling in her chest that says you might not. “Prove to her that you are the same man she fell in love with, that you are still worthy of her, and she’ll come around.”

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You don’t speak with him for two days, only seeing him stand on the dais at Battle Brief. 

It had stung to hear Devera refer to him as Lieutenant Colonel Aisereigh. He’d changed his name. He really isn’t your Brennan anymore. 

He catches you at breakfast — none of your squadmates had come with you from Montserrat, so you’re sitting alone at one of the long tables.

You look up at him silently, letting him speak first. 

He lays a thick bundle of papers on the table in front of you. “The first year of letters,” he answers before you can ask, “that I was too much of a coward to send.”

You look down at the stack of aged parchment. There have to be at least twenty letters there — one a week since July, when he’d been sent to Aretia.

By the time you look back up, he’s gone.

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A week passes, then another. 

He’s nearly too busy to worry about you, between the arguments among the assembly, the arrival of the gryphon fliers and the subsequent issues integrating them, and his duties mending the injuries resulting from the animosity there.

Someone steps through the door of the infirmary, panting as they limp an injured rider forward. “She just collapsed. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Brennan realizes it’s you they’re holding up, his heart pounding. He wraps an arm around your waist to take you from your friend, and his hand slips against your side, warm and wet with blood. 

He guides you onto one of the empty beds, pulling up the sticky fabric of your shirt.

The messily-wrapped bandage around your torso has absorbed all the blood it can, the row of stitches underneath torn open. You must have done this yourself in an effort to avoid him, and it didn’t hold.

At least the wound doesn’t seem infected.

He presses a clean palm into the skin, apologizing when you whimper and flinch away. “S’okay, pretty girl,” he soothes, brushing the hair from your forehead gently.

You don’t seem to hear him, your eyes still closed. Fuck, how much blood have you lost?

It’s easy enough to mend the wound, but it’s going to scar — it’s not fresh enough for him to make it disappear without a trace.

He washes the blood from his hands, pulling up a chair beside the bed and watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you sleep.

He has no idea if you’ve read the letters he gave you had changed your mind, or if you’d read them at all. You may very well have burned them. You’d be right to, after the way he’d lied to you.

You might never take him back. This may be his last chance to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin against his. 

He takes your hand gently, intertwining your fingers and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, squeezing your palm three times — three times means I love you, you’d told him years ago.

His heart nearly stops as you squeeze back weakly; once, twice, three times.

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You blink the sleep from your eyes, your gaze settling on Brennan sitting beside you, an ancient looking book in his hand, pen between his teeth and a notebook covered with nearly incoherent scribbles in his lap.

Maybe he hasn’t changed as much as you’d thought.

The book and notes are quickly abandoned when he realizes you’re awake. “What the hell happened?”

“Godsdamned gryphon bit me because it didn’t like the order I gave it’s flier,” you explain, stretching your aching muscles. How long had you been asleep?

“And rather than seeking professional help, you stitched it up yourself?” He asks in that same stern tone he’d always used with you after you put yourself in danger.

This time you don’t find it endearing. 

“Yes, I did, like I have for the last six years every time I’ve been injured,” you snap. “The way people do when they don’t have a mender with them.”

He holds his tongue, realizing how many scars you’d acquired over the years. Since he developed his signet, he’d always mended even the smallest of scrapes for you, but now stripes of scar tissue run across your skin like rivers on a map, ghosts of past wounds, some healed better than others.

He imagines you sitting alone in your barracks room with a needle and thread, a folded shirt clenched between your teeth as you sewed the wounds shut.

“Please come see me next time?” He asks softly, genuine concern in his voice. “It could have gotten infected, or worse. And if your friend hadn’t been there…”

You sigh, guilt tugging at you. “Okay.”

“Thank you. Get some rest,” he encourages, turning to gather his things.

“I read some of the letters,” you say, and he turns back to face you. “I’m still hurt, but I’m not angry. I don’t think I could ever be angry with you. You’re a good man, Bren. You’ve done great things for these people.”

The weight on his chest lightens, but he stays quiet, waiting for another heartbreaking line.

“Can we start over?” You ask in a whisper, looking up at him. “Can we try to be us again?”

He smiles. “I’d love nothing more, sweetheart.”

Your heart flutters at the word, as if you’re hearing it from him for the first time. In a way, you are.