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nickeverdeen · 10 months ago

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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

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annie-creates · 26 days ago

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angst WIPs I hope to get done soon

Just a flier

Mira Sorrengail was always a woman of principle. She played by the rules and lived by the codex, that's how she climbed the ranks only three years after her graduation. No stepping out of line, no fratenizing with the enemy. So it was a miracle how she came up with you, a gryphon flier girlfriend.

"Violet is not embarrassed to have Xaden around!? And he's a fucking marked one. Just admit it, you're ashamed to have your mother see me with you. It's not like I'm not used to it around here. You think I don't see how people look at me? With disgust and hatred? Yet I hold your hand anyway because I don't care what they think. I love you anyway."

Some things are better left unsaid

Reader x Xaden even tho Bodhi was there first. He'd give anything to be the one you choose, but it was always Xaden.

"It was always gonna be him, wasn't it?"

"Yes." No, but you didn't want to break his heart more. Didn't want to hurt him further by admiting not long ago you thought you'll choose him.

Never his first choice

You always loved Bodhi, up close or from afar. You coundn't remember a day you weren't in love with him. He had eyes for Violet, but since she got together with Xaden, you two had a chance of a good relationship. Until Xaden leaves. Because he's always looking at her with adoration he never gives you.

"You felt it. This was his chance with Violet and He was taking it, leaving you behind. Because you were never his first choice."

Which one would you be excited to read first?🙏

If you ever wanna be tagged for any of my fics, let me know!❤️

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wisteriaiswriting · 11 months ago

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Empyrean Series Masterlist

Will also do most other characters, just ask!

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 |

Dating headcanons

Brennan Sorrengail |[☆]

Nothing here yet

Mira Sorrengail |

Nothing here yet

Jack Barlowe |

Nothing here yet

Catriona Cordella |

Nothing here yet

#fourth wing x reader #fourth wing x male reader #iron flame x reader #iron flame x male reader #bodhi x reader #imogen x reader #liam mairi x reader #xaden riorson x reader #dain aetos x reader #rhiannon x reader #ridoc x reader #sawyer henrick x reader #violet sorrengail x reader #brennan sorrengail x reader #mira sorrengail x reader #jack barlowe x reader #catriona cordella x reader #fourth wing #iron flame

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 years ago

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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. ✨🤍

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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.

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ragazza-whintigale · 1 year ago

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𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌! 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝑺𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 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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auraisereigh · 5 months ago

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"Shadows and sparks"

Oneshot

Xaden Riorson x reader

Request + Blurb: Could I request first year reader constantly getting on Xaden's nerves and pushing his buttons until the reader sees Violet and Xaden making out one night and suddenly reader stops interacting with Xaden, which drives him crazy? wc: 5.7 ☆ NO SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. No specific pronous used, i think.

My first request! thank you so, so much lovely! <3

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It had been weeks of trying to get my sword swing right. With daggers, I was skilled—extremely skilled—but swords were a different story. They were heavier, harder to handle. So, I’d started asking Xaden for help.

For the last few weeks, Xaden had been working with me, but it never seemed like he actually wanted to. That thought alone filled me with insecurity.

Today, I had one of those rare moments as a first year where I had nothing on my schedule. I saw it as the perfect opportunity to get in some extra training.

But for that, I needed Xaden.

Lucky me, he just happened to be in the training room, his friend Garrick not far off. Both of them were clearly caught up in their own routines.

I hesitated for a moment before slowly making my way over to him, sword in hand. I always doubted myself when asking for his help. Sure, he did help, but it never felt like he actually enjoyed it. Maybe he only did it because I’m a marked one.

“Hey…” I said quietly, my voice barely audible. I swallowed hard, steeling myself before trying again. “Would you mind helping me with that swing? I think I almost have it.” I tried to sound casual, throwing in a touch of friendliness for good measure.

He stopped mid-movement and turned toward me, his cold eyes locking onto mine. Yep, definitely annoyed.

I sucked in a deep breath. “Just a moment…please?” I tried again, my tone softer this time.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before letting it fall to his side. He dropped his sword. “Just a moment,” he said, his voice as sharp and cutting as the blade in my hand.

Xaden was always the same when he gave instructions—sharp, and to the point. Even after the session ended and he stepped off the mat, he didn’t soften. No goodbye, no comment on what I should work on. It was strange—he always had something to say, some correction to offer for next time.

Not today. Today, I had officially pushed all his buttons and that made me feel horrible.

Later that night, about an hour before curfew, I wandered through the massive halls of the Riders Quadrant. With the freezing months settling in, a nice hot drink seemed like a good idea.

I turned toward the courtyard when I heard voices—two of them. A man and a woman.

“We’ll both regret it,” the man said, his tone low and laced with frustration.

No…wait. That’s Xaden’s voice.

“Naturally,” the woman replied, her voice calm and familiar. Violet Sorrengail.

As quietly as I could, I moved toward the edge of the wall. I peeked around the corner, but I immediately wished I hadn’t.

Violet and Xaden. Kissing.

I bit my lip. No, it wasn’t just kissing—she was practically climbing him.

I stepped back from the wall, sucking in a shaky breath to stop myself from trembling.

I never felt anything romantic for Xaden—or at least that’s what I told myself. He was helpful, even when he never seemed to want to be. But seeing them together…it hurt more than I expected.

It's probably better this way. If i don't talk to him, i won't have to face the humuliation of knowing he chose someone else.

The urge to look again, to confirm what I’d seen, was huge. But I knew what I saw. No need to make it worse.

♤

It had been five days since I last spoke to Xaden—or more accurately, since I started avoiding him. The ache in my chest hadn’t eased, no matter how much I tried to bury it.

I spent most of my free time practicing. Training felt like the only way to get him out of my head, though it never worked completely.

It was nearly dark, the training room clearing out as the hours ticked by. I swung my sword again, harder this time, pouring my frustration into each movement.

“Use that much force, and you’ll cut your own head off.”

I froze at the sharp voice behind me.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to face Xaden. You can do this, I told myself.

“I don’t recall asking your opinion,” I said, keeping my tone neutral as I buried my emotions.

He raised a brow, the scarred one. “You asked me to teach you,” he argued, his voice just as sharp.

“Do you think I don’t notice you slipping out of every room I walk into? Avoiding me like I’ve done something wrong?” He steps closer, his voice low and cutting. “Tell me what I did.”

I scoffed and turned back toward my mat, but before I could pick up my sword, his hand wrapped around my wrist.

“Let go,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to pull away.

“No,” he said firmly. “Not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me. And don’t lie—we both know you have.”

His grip didn’t loosen, but his tone softened slightly, the sharp edge still unmistakable.

“I don’t get involved in relationship drama,” I replied sarcastically, giving him a pointed look.

His frown deepened. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You and Violet,” I said, raising a brow. “I’m not getting between that mess.”

His grip finally loosened, and he stepped back, confusion flickering across his face.

“Violet and I are not…that is not—we’re not together,” he said sharply.

“She climbed you like a tree five nights ago,” I deadpanned, meeting his gaze head-on.

For a moment, he just stared at me. Then, to my shock, a grin spread across his face—wider than I’d ever seen.

“You’re jealous,” he said, his tone almost teasing.

“Excuse me?” I shot back, taken aback. “I assure you, I am not jealous. I just refuse to be part of a mess.”

He stepped closer, and I instinctively backed into the wall. His hands came up, caging me in.

“I assure you,” he said softly, his voice dropping lower, “there’s nothing between Violet and me. What you saw was her first time experiencing the mating bond between our dragons.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but he beat me to it.

“Surprisingly, I only have eyes for you.”

My breath hitched, his words catching me completely off guard. “You don’t show it,” I managed to say after a moment. "All you’ve ever done is push me away.”

His brows furrowed, frustration flickering across his face. “Because I can’t think straight when you’re around. You’re stubborn, infuriating, and you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

He sighed, the softness in his expression almost foreign. “It’s difficult to teach you when all I want to do is kiss you.”

Excuse me? There is no way that this man just admitted that. The usual cold, emotionless man that I had been stupidly falling for did not just admit to want to kiss me.

"what?" I whisper out, not trusting my voice to talk any louder or say anything else.

One of his hands cup my face and I can feel my cheeks flush. "All I want to do is kiss you." He repeats, his voice is just as confident as before.

I think for a moment before I speak again. "Then why don't you?" The question is soft and I can barely even finish it as his mouth crashes on mine.

The kiss is rough, just as I expected from this man. His hand on my face tightens and his other hand goes to my waist. He squeezes my waist softly as the kiss deepens.

Gods, this man.

After a few more seconds he pulls away, leaving my breathless as I lean against the wall.

"That was..." I start breathless. "Perfect," he finishes for me. A smile creeps up my face, I can feel my body heat up more every second.

"yeah....yeah, it was perfect," I repeat and I lift my eyes to his. He seems to be feeling the heat to.

"we can finish what we started in my room." He proposes and my eyes widen slightly-- not in fear, no, in anticipation.

I nod my face quickly. "Yeah sounds amazing. Sounds perfect." I say with a smile. He gives me a grin.

"Let's go then." He says grabbing my hand.

♤

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nicksolemnlyswears · 3 months ago

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FORGED UNDER FIRE

THE UNPLEASANTRIES OF A SURPRISE

blurb: the sorrengail siblings reunite...what starts as a joyous surprise turns into an unpleasant moment as the realization of what brennan did sinks in

pairing: brennan sorrengail x rider! reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: nothing crazy, some violence and cursing, iron flame spoilers

a/n: hello, hello! sorry it took me a couple weeks to update, i've been studying for an exam and i was also catching up with some of my other writing. i had a long fic to update and a marcus acacius oneshot to write for a challenge but that is done!

i'm back and i hope you enjoy this part of forged under fire. it's not that long but it captures the essence of what needs to be said. you can now find a more detailed masterlist of this series on my main masterlist under fourth wing!

enjoy and let me know what you think at the end!

At the mention of a riot, Brennan sprung into action, calling out orders to the cadets under his care and the guards under his command. He knew the time would come when the Navarrians would find them, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Brennan curses when Violet speeds past him, running towards the courtyard and calling her dragon. He wishes to follow, but he has a protocol and orders to give. If it were up to him, he'd be following her and calling Marbh to meet him in the courtyard ready to battle.

"It is not a riot. More are coming to join us, forty of them. Teine leads them," Marbh tells him through his link.

"Mira?" Brennan whispers, the corner of his lips turning into a smile. The arrival of his sister is a welcomed surprise.

With a string of new orders and the reassurance they won't go into battle any time soon, he follows after Violet. He's excited to see Mira, his younger sister who he shared a childhood with. At one point, she was his best friend.

The two bickered more than acceptable, but it was part of their dynamic. At the end of the day, Mira and Brennan were each other's biggest supporters.

Brennan smiles when he steps outside, spotting his sisters together. He hurries down the steps, eager to join them and have a proper family reunion.

Teine has put a considerable amount between him and Tairn, considering the bigger dragon had his jaw around his neck not long ago.

Mira falters at the sight of Brennan. Her face pales as her brother, who was supposed to be dead, gets closer. The image of him is clearer and clearer. The sleep deprivation must be getting to her because it simply can't be him.

"Hey, Mira," he says as he approaches, preparing to give Mira the biggest hug.

His voice just about confirms his status as alive and breathing. Her older brother is alive. Her partner in crime.

Deep inside, she's elated that he's alive, that she didn't lose him, but there are layers of anger and resentment to sort through. He's alive, but at what cost?

Memories of her grieving and burning his belongings flash through her mind. Her mother's distance, her father's death, her sister-in-law's suffering, and her nephew growing up without a father figure. They all dealt with his death while he was hiding.

Without much thought, she allows that anger to flow straight through her as she lifts her fist and swings. A satisfying crunch and blood pouring from Brennan's nose lets her know she hit true. It's not the first time she's broken his nose, and it certainly won't be the last.

Violet guides them inside in a flurry, shooting orders left and right. Brennan clutches his nose with a handkerchief as blood pours down his face while Mira glares at him and everyone who tries to touch her.

Once they are alone, an argument ensues between the three siblings. Different questions arise about Brennan faking his death, the rebellion Violet is seemingly leading and their status as family. Violet may have forgiven Brennan, but his betrayal is too fresh for Mira.

It is chaotic and messy, but it describes the Sorrengails perfectly.

Xaden joins them in the office, watching amusedly at how they argue. Perhaps it's for the best he doesn't have siblings. The resemblance between them can be seen perfectly in how their mannerisms overlap and mimic each other.

The room turns quiet at Violet's order. The siblings all stare at each other. Mira ignores the fact that Violet has more guts than she used to. They've changed so much over the years, yet they are the same.

"How is she?" Brennan breaks the silence to ask about his wife. The last time Violet was here, he didn't get the chance. They were in and out in a hurry.

Not a day goes by when he doesn't think about you. Leaving you is his biggest regret. Your relationship was a pillar that kept him strong for so long. You often discredited yourself by thinking you needed him more than he needed you. You were wrong. Brennan needed you just as much.

The moment his signet manifested he stopped being Brennan. All they saw were his healing abilities and how they could use him in their battles. He loves his signet, but it felt dehumanizing when all they saw was a tool.

Except you always saw him as Brennan. You never asked to be healed by him. You’d rather bandage your injuries and deal with the pain. He never let you. If there’s anyone he’ll heal without protest, it’ll be his family.

"Who?" Mira asks, crossing her arms and raising a judgemental eyebrow at him. She knows exactly who he's asking about.

Brennan rolls his eyes, "My wife. How is she?" He asks directly at Violet this time. Reasoning with Mira will be impossible when she's in a mood.

Violet's expression softens, but before she can answer, Mira interjects, "Your wife? You don't have a wife, do you, Lieutenant Colonel Aisereigh? Brennan Sorrengail had a wife, but he's dead."

Mira sneers at Brennan her anger eating at her fervently. She doesn't understand how Violet forgave him so easily. Doesn't she realize the gravity of what their brother has done?

"Mira, come on! Enough of this." Brennan pleads, driving his hand through his hair. A sign he's stressed out by the situation.

There were so many times he wanted to reach out to his family. To tell them he was alive and well and that he missed them. It was not realistic when telling them would've endangered them further.

Navarre doesn't want its citizens to know about the venin and what's going on outside the borders. Telling them could've led them to be charged with treason. That is, if Lilith Sorrengail admitted to the information she kept secret.

"You really want to know? Fine, she's dead, Brennan!" Mira exclaims, giving her back to him.

"What?" Brennan pales and falls back on his seat, burying his head in his palms. It can't be. You can't be dead. His heart pounds in his chest at Mira's words, the world spinning around him. The one thing he always counted on was you outliving him by staying safe within Navarre's wards.

"Dead to you! You lost the right to know when you faked your death," Mira says, spinning back around to stare accusingly at him. Maybe that will give him some idea of how they felt when he faked his death.

Violet and Xaden stare at the pair with wide eyes. That was cruel even for Mira.

"Fucks sake, if you think leaving her, leaving any of you, was easy, then you're wrong. I know you're upset, but I had to do this. I couldn't ignore the threats outside of Navarre. Threats our parents were hiding," Brennan shouts back, his chair tumbling to the ground as he stands.

His face matches Mira's as they glare at each other and share the same flushed complexion. It reminds Violet of the good old days when they'd argue about the smallest things.

"You didn't stop to think about me or Violet? You were my brother Brennan, my best friend!" Mira yells, pointing at him accusingly, "And then you try to hug me like everything is okay? This is all levels of fucked up."

Brennan sighs in defeat. "I really am sorry."

Mira looks down and says, "You didn't just leave us. You made us believe you were dead and that we'd never see you again. We mourned you: Dad, Mom, Violet, your wife, and the worst part of it all is--"

She almost told Brennan about his son but couldn't tell him. Mira can't bring herself to tell him about the best thing that happened to their family since he 'died.' It's not her call, and it's not like he deserves to know, either. He gave up that right when he chose to fake his death.

Brennan waits for her to finish her sentence, expecting a string of words to pour more salt into the wound.

"You don't really realize everything you've given up," Mira says ominously, standing across from her brother, no longer pointing fingers or looking to argue. Mira is tired. It's been a long day.

"Will you hate me forever?" Brennan asks her.

Mira smiles sadly, "I don't hate you, Brennan. I love you, but this hurt more than you can imagine."

Brennan opens his mouth to apologize once more, but a knock on the door interrupts him.

"Lieutenant Colonel Aisereigh, a word?" One of the Aretian soldiers asks. Brennan nods, telling him to wait outside.

"I hope you know I really am sorry. I hope we can work through this because I missed my best friend." With that, he steps outside the room, Xaden following him.

Brennan is sorry, but he doesn't regret it. It was a sacrifice he had to make. He's hopeful Mira will come around and understand his intentions were good.

"You didn't tell him," Violet speaks softly, glancing at the closed door.

"Neither did you," Mira rolls her eyes, leaning back against a desk, "Not like it matters, he'll find out very soon."

"What do you mean?" Violet asks instantly.

"Because she's coming here," Mira says, playing with a paperweight, "Mom convinced her it's for the best, but she had to go get Benny before coming."

Lilith Sorrengail gave the riders a choice. They could stay in Navarre or join the rebellion. You chose to stay with her, not because you believed in Navarre but because you owed Lilith a lot. She deserved to have someone in her corner. So, it came as a surprise when she insisted on you joining Mira.

"How do you think he'll take it?"

"I'm not worried about Brennan. I'm worried she'll lose her shit and make Calliss eat Brennan," Mira responds with a smile at the imagery she's made up in her head.

"He'd deserve it," Violet laughs, knowing Calliss won't eat Brennan. "On the bright side, I'm excited to see the little bugger."

Little Bennett and Violet share a close relationship. Violet looked after him constantly, and Benny became attached to his aunt. She missed him most when she left for Basgiath.

"You can't be his favorite forever," Mira chimes, determined to take the title from her sister.

Violet laughs, and Mira joins her. It's crazy to think their family will be together soon. That is, if you don't murder Brennan first.

oop were getting closer to readers reunion with brennan! ain't that exciting! for the next one i think i'm bringing it back to when brennan and reader were in basgiath. i want to talk a bit about her signet so yes!

let me know in the comments or in my asks if there's a specific bit between them you'd like to see! i don't know if this is dragging for you guys, i personally love it but if you'd like me to just write them meeting up then let me know too.

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littleemissperfecttt · 2 months ago

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The Youngest Sorrengail

About the story: Y/n is violets twin sister. Unlike violet y/n was trained to be a rider by her mother and to be a scribe by her father. The sisters have a strained relationship. Will y/n continue to resent violet because of the past or will she help her in surviving basgiath war college?

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Chapter 1

Y/n pov:

I had already crossed the parapet and have already given my name 'Y/n Sorrengail' the youngest daughter of Lilith Sorrengail- the general and the most hated amongst the marked ones- the unexpected daughter, they thought it was only violet but surprise surprise there i was. They didn't have to tell me I was unwanted, their actions spoke louder. I didn't have the hair like my sisters, mine was the same as our mothers and I had kept it long too

I didn't see the point of being 'marked' the last I heard about them was that they were strong and most of them had survived the threshing making them worthy... As worthy as any other rider out there. When i think of it I was a marked one too but without the mark since before the rebellion.. since the day I was born actually

I am standing alone in one corner waiting for my sister to cross the parapet or get the news of her death. I can feel the glares of the marked ones even with my eyes closed. I open my eyes to see my twin enter I scan her to make sure she is okay (not that anyone would know I am checking on her) I see she is barefoot and is searching for someone as the girl beside her walks away from her after giving her the boots

I sigh softly and walk towards her "why were you barefoot?" I ask glaring at her instead of congratulating her for crossing the parapet "thank you for congratulating me sister i am well how are you?" She asks sarcastically "Violet" i say as a warning she sighs and runs her face "i gave my boots to the girl who was behind me" i raise my eyebrows at her explanation "why so?"

"because she needed it" she said looking away not making eye contact with me "and you didn't?" I glare at her she sighs "Y/n I would love to quarrel with you but I need to find Dain now" I roll my eyes and nods as she walks away searching for Dain

Dain Aetos he has been our- Violet's childhood friend. I wasn't as close to him as Violet was. Heck I wasn't even his friend. I thought his father was a little too suspicious so I kept my distance from Dain. He was not as suspicious but he was most definitely a daddy's boy

My thoughts were broken when they told us to assemble I stand behind my twin and the girl- Rhiannon- who gave me a polite smile while my twin was obviously nervous "Three hundred and one of you have survived the parapet to become cadets today," Commandant Panchek starts his speech "Good job. Sixty- seven did not."

"I've heard this position is just a stepping stone for him," Tara whispers who introduced herself to me when I stood behind my sister. "He wants Sorrengail's job, then General Melgren's." I raise my eyebrows at her words but don't say anything in return

"He'll never get it," violet says quietly, knowing my sister she would be thinking of all the statistics "Melgren's dragon gives him the signet ability to see a battle's outcome before it happens. There's no beating that, and you can't be assassinated if you know it's coming."

"As the Codex says, now you begin the true crucible!" Panchek continues "You will be tested by your superiors, hunted by your peers, and guided by your instincts. If you survive to Threshing, and if you are chosen, you will be riders. Then we'll see how many of you make it to graduation."

"Your instructors will teach you," Panchek promises, his hand sweeping to the line of professors standing at the doors to the academic wing. "It's up to you how well you learn." He swings his pointer finger at us. "Discipline falls to your units, and your wingleader is the last word. If I have to get involved." A slow, sinister smile spreads across his face. "You don't want me involved. With that said, I'll leave you to your wingleaders. My best advice? Don't die." He walks off the dais with the executive commandant

A brunette woman with wide shoulders and a scarred sneer stalks forward, the silver spikes on the shoulders of her uniform flashing in the sunlight. "I'm Nyra, the senior wingleader of the quadrant and the head of the First Wing. Section leaders and squad leaders, take your positions now My shoulder is jostled as someone walks by, pushing between Rhiannon and me. Others follow suit until there are about fifty people in front of us, spaced out in formation.

That's when I see him Xaden Riorson looking at me observing what I am doing. I maintain my eye contact not showing him any signs of fear. I wanted to be a part of the marked ones as they are known to be strong and for various other reasons. For that i need to earn their trust

"Sections and squads," violet whispers to Rhiannon as i overhear breaking my eye contact with Xaden to look at my sister "Three squads in each section and three sections in each of the four wings."

"Thank you," Rhiannon answers.

Dain stands in the section for Second Wing, facing us. I make eye contact with him giving him a smirk as he quickly averts his gaze

"First Squad! Claw Section! First Wing!" Nyra calls out.

A man closer to the dais raises his hand.

"Cadets, when your name is called, take up formation behind your squad leader," Nyra instructs.

The redhead with the crossbow and roll steps forward and begins calling names. One by one, cadets move from the crowd to the formation I observe each and every one of them. Tara is called into the Tail Section, and soon they start on Second Wing

Me, my sister and Rhiannon are called to Second Squad, Flame Section Second Wing. We get into formation quickly, lining up in a square

Xaden watches my sister with a calculating gaze as my sister lifts her chin. He then looks at me as we go back to our staring competition? He cocks his scarred eyebrow. Then he says something to Second Wing's wingleader, and then every wingleader joins in on what's obviously a heated discussion.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Rhiannon whispers. "Quiet," Dain hisses making me glare at him

'Gosh what is his problem' I think as i roll my eyes. I look at my sister who stiffness for a second maybe shocked he isn't the Dain she knows

Finally, the wingleaders turn around to face us, and the slight smirk on Xaden's lips makes my eyes narrow at him "Dain Aetos, you and your squad will switch with Aura Beinhaven's," Nyra orders. I raise my eyebrows at the sudden change not thinking much to it

Dain nods, then turns to us. "Follow me." He says it, then starts walking to the fourth wing

Xaden's wing

I look back at Xaden who is assessing us. "You're all cadets now" He says "Take a look at your squad. These are the oth people guaranteed by Codex not to kill you. But just because they can't end your life doesn't mean others won't. You want a dragon? Earn on the courtyard"

Most of the others cheer hearing his words, i see people talking to their squad mates as he continues

"Sixty-seven people fell or died in some other way today. Sixty-sever" Xaden looks at me and my sister , and I can see my sister feeling nervous... Maybe uncomfortable too? "And I bet you feel pretty badass right now, don't you, first-years?" More cheers. "You feel invincible after the parapet, don't you?" Xaden shouts. "You think you're untouchable! You're on the way to becoming the elite! The few! The chosen!"

Another round of cheers goes up but i know it's not cheers it's them... The dragons

"Oh gods, they're beautiful," Rhiannon whispers as they come into view- a riot of dragons.

A few cadets scream.

Steam blasts mine and my sisters face as the navy-blue one directly in front of us exhales through its wide nostrils. Its glistening blue horns rise above its head in an elegant, lethal sweep, and its wings flare momentarily before tucking in, the tip of their top joint crowned by a single fierce talon.

"We're going to have to bring the masons in again," Dain mutters as chunks of rock crumble under the dragons' grips, crashing to the courtyard in boulders

There are three dragons in various shades of red, two shades of green-like Teine, Mira's dragon-one brown like Mom's, one orange, and the enormous navy one

They are indeed very beautiful, each dragon has their own speciality and i love all of them. I will survive till the threshing. I glance at my sister who is observing the dragons. I have to protect her too, teach her. Maybe now we can forget the past and move on... Hopefully... My thoughts were stopped when a cadet bolts out of Third Wing, screaming as he makes a run for the stone keep behind us. We all turn to look as he sprints for the giant arched door at the center. I can almost see the words carved into the arch from here, but I already know them by heart. A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their aragon is dead.

The red dragon on the left opens its vast mouth, revealing teeth as big as I am. Fire erupts along its tongue, then shoots outward in a macabre blaze toward the fleeing cadet.

I scrunch my face in disgust because of the smell. I feel pity for the cadet as he had passed the parapet. That's what fear does. Showing fear in front of dragons is like a death wish

"Anyone else feel like changing their mind?" Xaden shouts "No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer." The formation is silent except for a few untimely sobs from my left. "A third of you again the year after that, and the same your last ye No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here. Even King Tauri's secon son died during his Threshing. So tell me again: Do you feel invincible that you've made it into the Riders Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?"

This time no one cheers. Not one sound came from any cadet

"Because you're not untouchable or special to them." Xaden points toward the navy dragon and leans forward slightly "To them, you're just the prey."

After the speech we were dismissed, I was bunking with my sister and Rhiannon. We will be getting individual rooms after the threshing

I lay on the bed as Rhiannon and Violet talk about the things that happened. I close my eyes as their voices fade in the background. Exhaustion pulling me to sleep

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littlest-w01f · 4 months ago

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THE EMPYREAN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

MAIN SERIES:

XADEN RIORSON - Shining light (Xaden Riorson x OC)

Character Masterlists:

Xaden Liam

Bodhi Violet

Imogen Garrick

Ridoc Sawyer

Rhiannon Quinn

Mira

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callsign-rogueone · 1 year ago

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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.

#mira sorrengail #mira sorrengail x reader #fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing #reader insert #mine #iron flame spoilers

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nickeverdeen · 9 months ago

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Curveball Desires | Mira Sorrengail x fem!reader

Pairings: Mira Sorrengail x fem!reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Romance, Smut, Historical Setting, Unexpected Encounters

Warnings: Fingering, face sitting, semi-public sex, switch!reader, switch!Mira

Summary: What Mira didn’t expect was to find the most straightes looking pitcher - you - in a lesbian bar in 1963

Tag List: @callsignwidow

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The neon sign flickered above the door of “The Velvet Rose,” a hidden bar nestled in the corner of town, far from prying eyes. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, a safe haven for women who couldn’t express themselves openly in the world outside. Mira Sorrengail, who typically exuded confidence and an intimidating aura, felt a rare sense of peace as she stepped into the dimly lit space. The soft hum of jazz played in the background, mingling with hushed conversations and occasional laughter.

Mira made her way to the bar, ordering a glass of bourbon, her drink of choice. As she turned to survey the room, her eyes landed on an unexpected sight. Seated alone in a booth, looking completely out of place with her polished appearance and straight-laced demeanor, was you—the town’s golden girl, a rising star in the local baseball scene.

You had always been the picture of perfection—dressed modestly, hair perfectly styled, and seemingly immune to the rebellious undercurrents of the era. To anyone else, your presence in such a place would have been a complete shock. But Mira was different; she saw beyond the surface, recognizing a kindred spirit even in the unlikeliest of places.

Curiosity piqued, Mira strolled over to your booth, her confidence radiating with each step. She slid into the seat across from you, catching the surprise in your eyes as you looked up.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” Mira’s voice was smooth, a teasing lilt to her words. “Never thought I’d find you here, of all places.”

You managed a weak smile, nerves fluttering in your stomach. “Didn’t think you’d be here either.”

Mira raised an eyebrow, signaling the bartender for two drinks. “You’re full of surprises tonight.” She paused, her gaze lingering on you, searching for any sign of discomfort. When she saw none, she continued, a playful smirk curling her lips. “But I have to admit, seeing you here… well, it’s making me curious about other surprises you might be hiding.”

The heat in your cheeks betrayed you. “Maybe there’s more to me than meets the eye.”

Mira chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “I like the sound of that.”

The bartender arrived with the drinks, and Mira slid one across to you, her fingers grazing yours as she did. The simple touch felt electric, and you couldn’t help but return her smile.

“What brings you here?” Mira asked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp, as though she already knew the answer.

“Just needed to… get away,” you replied, taking a sip of the drink. The alcohol burned as it went down, but it also gave you a bit of courage. “Away from everything. Everyone.”

“Same here,” Mira agreed, leaning back in her seat. “But I’m glad you’re here. Gives me the chance to get to know you a little better.”

The flirting continued, an easy banter that felt natural despite the circumstances. Mira was charming, her confidence intoxicating, and before long, you found yourself leaning into the conversation, laughing at her jokes, and even making a few of your own. The tension between you both was palpable, growing with every shared glance, every lingering touch.

Finally, Mira’s voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes darkening with intent. “What do you say we take this somewhere more private?”

Your heart raced, the suggestion sending a thrill through you. “Lead the way.”

Mira stood, offering her hand, which you took without hesitation. She led you through the crowded bar to a discreet door in the back. Once inside, you found yourselves in a small, dimly lit room, the sounds of the bar muted beyond the thick walls. Mira locked the door behind her, turning to face you with a predatory glint in her eyes.

Mira’s lips were on yours before you could think, her kiss urgent, hungry. Her hands gripped your waist, pulling you close as she deepened the kiss. You melted into her, your arms winding around her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. The taste of bourbon lingered on her lips, mixing with the heat that radiated from her body. The world outside faded, leaving only the two of you in that small, dimly lit room.

Mira’s hands moved with confidence, sliding beneath your blouse, her fingers grazing the soft skin of your stomach. You gasped into her mouth, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. She smiled against your lips, pleased with your reaction, and began to unbutton your blouse, one button at a time, her touch teasingly slow. Each brush of her fingers against your skin ignited a fire within you, your breath quickening with every inch of exposed flesh.

When your blouse finally fell open, Mira broke the kiss, her eyes raking over your body with an intensity that made you feel both vulnerable and desired. Her gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts, barely concealed by the lace of your bra, and she let out a low hum of approval.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” she murmured, her voice rough with desire.

Before you could respond, she dipped her head, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone. You tilted your head back, giving her more access as her lips trailed lower, leaving a burning path down your chest. She reached behind you, deftly unclasping your bra, and tossed it aside, her eyes darkening as they fell upon your bare breasts.

Mira took one nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. You moaned, arching into her touch, your hands clutching at her shoulders as she lavished attention on your breasts. Her other hand cupped your neglected breast, kneading it gently before pinching the nipple between her fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

The heat between your thighs was becoming unbearable, your need for her growing with every passing second. As if sensing your desperation, Mira’s hand slid down your body, her fingers skimming over your stomach before dipping beneath the waistband of your skirt. She found the wetness between your legs, her fingers teasing you through the thin fabric of your panties.

“So wet already,” Mira whispered against your skin, her voice full of smug satisfaction. “All for me?”

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her fingers continued to tease you. She smiled, her lips curving into a wicked grin, before she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your legs.

Mira wasted no time, her fingers sliding through your slick folds, spreading your wetness before pressing against your entrance. She kissed you again, swallowing your moan as she slowly pushed a finger inside you. The stretch was delicious, your walls clenching around her as she began to move, her finger curling to find that sweet spot inside you.

“More,” you breathed, your voice barely more than a whimper.

Mira obliged, adding a second finger, her pace increasing as she thrust into you with practiced ease. You were lost to the sensation, your hips bucking against her hand, desperate for more. She pulled back slightly, watching your face as she worked you closer to the edge, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You look so perfect like this,” Mira murmured, her voice thick with desire. “Falling apart for me.”

She leaned down, capturing your nipple in her mouth once more as her thumb found your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. The combined sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. You were close, so close, and Mira seemed determined to push you over the edge.

“Come for me,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “I want to feel you.”

With a final twist of her fingers, she sent you tumbling into oblivion. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your entire body trembling as you cried out her name. Mira didn’t stop, her fingers continuing to thrust inside you, drawing out your pleasure until you were left a quivering, gasping mess.

But Mira wasn’t done. As your breathing began to steady, she withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips and licking them clean, her eyes locked on yours as she did. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your body still aching with need despite the intensity of your release.

Mira stood, her presence commanding even in the small space. She undid the button of her jeans, sliding them down her legs along with her underwear. You watched, entranced, as she revealed herself to you, every inch of her body a work of art. Your eyes lingered on the toned muscles of her thighs, the smooth skin of her stomach, and the glistening wetness between her legs.

She climbed onto the couch, positioning herself above you, her knees on either side of your head. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and you couldn’t resist the urge to reach up, your hands gripping her hips as you pulled her down to meet your lips.

Mira moaned as your tongue flicked out, tasting her for the first time. The sound was music to your ears, and you couldn’t help but smirk as you licked a long, slow stripe up her center. She was delicious, her taste salty and sweet, and you were determined to make her fall apart the way she had made you.

You focused on her clit, circling it with your tongue before sucking it gently into your mouth. Mira’s hips bucked, her hands tangling in your hair as she ground against your face, chasing her own release. You held her steady, your tongue working in tandem with your fingers as you thrust them inside her, mimicking the rhythm she had set for you earlier.

Mira’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared the edge. You could feel her walls tightening around your fingers, the muscles in her thighs tensing as she hovered on the brink of orgasm. With one final flick of your tongue, you pushed her over, her cry of pleasure echoing in the small room as she came apart above you.

She rode out her orgasm on your tongue, her hips grinding against you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. When she finally stilled, she collapsed onto the couch beside you, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

You lay there together, both of you spent and satisfied, the room filled with the sound of your breathing. Mira’s hand found yours, her fingers intertwining with yours as she gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“That was… incredible,” you whispered, still breathless from the intensity of what you had just experienced.

Mira chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.”

Just as the two of you were beginning to relax, the door creaked open. You both froze, but Mira remained calm, her eyes flicking to the intruder with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re being gay. Nevermind, carry on,” the woman said with a nonchalant shrug before closing the door again.

Your face flushed crimson, and you buried it in Mira’s shoulder, mortified. But Mira just chuckled, her hand coming up to stroke your hair soothingly.

“Guess we weren’t as quiet as we thought,” she teased, her voice warm with amusement.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and free despite your embarrassment. “Guess not.”

Mira smiled, pulling you close as she settled next to you. “Don’t worry, darling. She won’t say a word. But we might want to make a habit of being more discreet… or not.”

The two of you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. In that small room, in the midst of a society that would never accept what you had just shared, you found a sense of belonging, of understanding.

#imagine #smut #mira sorrengail #mira sorrengail x reader #fourth wing #iron flame

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philokaliist · 9 months ago

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Feelings that come back,and feelings that never left.

Xaden Riorson x OC (Irellya Aetos)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Irellya:Aesthetic board

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meisnothere · 3 months ago

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Shattered Wings, Burning Hearts

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62185708/chapters/165526537#workskin

Chapter 1:

w.c: 2.85k

The twin katanas strapped across my back shift slightly as I adjust the straps, their weight grounding me. Damian's weight.

My twin, my equal—not just by birth, but by choice.

We weren't just siblings. We were forged side by side in the League of Assassins, molded into weapons. We knew pain before we knew love, and silence before we knew peace. The League taught us how to fight, to kill, to endure—but not how to live.

Bruce and Selina gave that back to us.

Bruce Wayne—my father in every way that mattered—taught me that strength wasn't about dominance; it was about protection. And Selina, with her untamed grace and sharp-edged warmth, taught me that trust wasn't weakness—it was the foundation we built our family on.

Damian and I believed in that family.

Jason's fire.

Tim's intellect.

Dick's hope.

Stephanie's laughter.

Cass's strength.

Duke's loyalty.

Jon's light.

Even through blood, chaos, and masks—we were happy.

Until eighteen months ago.

The last war took everything.

We fought together in a battle that was supposed to be the last.

And it was.

Bruce. Selina. Damian. Jason. Tim. Dick. Steph. Cass. Duke. Jon. Even the League.

All gone.

We won the war.

But the price was paid for by blood.

I was there when the sky broke open.

I fought beside them until the end, watching my family fall one by one—resolute, brilliant, fearless.

And I lived.

That was the hardest part.

10 months later, I crossed the Veil.

The barrier between the modern world and places like Navarre, Poromiel, and the provinces beyond. A hidden boundary, created to protect these lands from the technological and supernatural chaos of our world. It succeeded in containing what it feared.

But not in keeping its own demons out.

I didn't cross it to heal.

I crossed it because I had nowhere left to go.

I followed whispers and bloodlines until I found what was left of me.

Lilith Sorrengail. General. Mother. Stranger.

She didn't welcome me. She didn't even blink.

She took one look at me and said:

"You'll report to Basgiath War College with your sister. Prepare."

No conversation. No questions. No attempt to know the girl she lost to the shadows.

Just another soldier to place on the board.

They knew I was taken as a baby. A maid who longed for a child.

But they don't know the truth.

She didn't raise me.

She sold me.

To the League of Assassins.

I was trained in shadows. I was shaped by fear. I was designed to kill. And I never told them that part.

Because the girl they think I am and the weapon I became—those are two very different people.

The katanas on my back belonged to Damian—my reflection.

Jason's guns are hidden at my waist. No one here knows what they are.

Bruce's batarangs, Tim's gadgets, Stephanie's keepsakes—all stored in a rucksack powered by Wayne nanotech.

Everything I have left—condensed into tech this world has never seen.

Everything I carry—memories, ghosts, tools for survival.

Basgiath is not Gotham.

It never will be.

But Mira and Violet—they're why I stay.

Mira's fire reminds me of Jason.

Violet's quiet strength echoes Tim's.

We're not close. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But I feel something when I look at them.

Violet and I are twins, though you wouldn't know it. She's the older one—five minutes older. She's small, soft, and breakable in ways that make this world cruel to her.

But she keeps going.

I've spent months helping her train. Pushing her body. Sharpening her will.

She's stronger now.

Still fragile, still fighting—but stronger.

Mira doesn't need my protection. But I'll protect her anyway.

Because I couldn't save the family I loved.

But maybe I can protect the one I have left.

The katanas shift again as I sling the rucksack over my shoulder. The weight feels familiar. Reassuring.

I glance out the window as I step into the light. Below, Violet waits—her own bag already heavy on her back.

We walk side by side toward Conscription Day.

She doesn't speak. Neither do I.

We don't know each other well enough for casual conversation. But we move in sync anyway.

By the time we reach the top of the stairs outside our mother's office, Violet is visibly struggling. Her hands tremble. Her breathing is shallow. Her body shakes under the weight she was never built to carry.

I don't reach for her. Not this time.

Because pain is the price of surviving here.

And she has to pay it if she wants to live.

Muffled voices drift through the thick wooden door.

"You're sending them to die!"

Mira.

Only one person on the continent shouts at General Sorrengail without flinching.

Violet glances at me.

We push the door open together.

Mira spins toward us like a blade unsheathed.

"While Isla might survive," she says sharply, "Violet doesn't stand a chance!"

Violet flinches. Her rucksack shifts, almost toppling her.

I step forward and steady her silently.

She pulls herself upright, shoulders rigid.

Mira doesn't wait. She storms forward and yanks the bag off Violet's back like it's poison.

"She can't even carry her gear!"

"I'm fine!" Violet says, breathless, red-faced, but stubborn as hell.

Mira glances at me. There's expectation in her eyes—like I owe her something.

Loyalty, maybe. Support. Blood.

I don't give her either.

I look at Violet instead.

She's pale. Trembling. But her chin is lifted.

She's choosing this.

I turn back to Mira.

"She's tougher than you think," I say, voice low and calm. "If she wasn't, she wouldn't still be standing."

It's not comfort. It's truth.

Mira narrows her eyes. "You think that's enough?"

"No," I say. "But it's a start."

Lilith—General Sorrengail—finally speaks.

"You're not here to make evaluations."

I meet her gaze.

"And yet, here I am."

Something flickers in her expression. Recognition, maybe. Not maternal. Tactical.

She nods once. Subtle. Cold. Approval dressed as authority.

Of course she approves.

I'm everything she values—obedient, efficient, lethal.

But she doesn't know me. And she doesn't want to.

I don't care anymore.

"You can't do this," Mira says, her voice strained now, closer to breaking than before.

"It's already done," Lilith replies, unbothered.

She leans back against her desk, perfectly composed.

"You were built for this," she tells Mira. "Violet is not."

"She's not weak," I say before I can stop myself.

Lilith's eyes flick to me again.

"No," she agrees. "She's resilient. She deals with more pain before breakfast than most riders see in a week."

Mira's disbelief sharpens into something else. "You think she can survive this?"

"She has to," Lilith says. "Because if she doesn't, she dies."

Her voice is steel. Final. A sentence, not a strategy.

The room goes quiet.

Violet doesn't speak. But her eyes burn.

Mira doesn't speak. But her fists are clenched.

And me?

I've seen people walk into death before.

I've seen people I loved do it.

But this time, I'm still breathing.

And that means I still have a choice.

I couldn't save Bruce.

I couldn't save Damian.

I couldn't save any of them.

But this time, I'm here.

This time, I'll do whatever it takes.

Because they won't die.

Not this time.

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After a few clipped words from our mother—mostly directed at Violet—we're dismissed. No hugs. No good lucks. Just another line in the strategy.

Classic General Sorrengail. Motherhood reduced to a checklist.

Mira leads us toward Violet's old room. It's already stripped clean—efficient, impersonal, like Violet never existed here at all.

"She's nothing if not efficient," Mira mutters as she surveys the emptiness.

"Efficiently unbothered," I say, crossing my arms. "If you're looking for warmth, you're in the wrong war quadrant."

Mira doesn't laugh, but her lips twitch. I'll take that as a win.

The room smells of stale air and old paper, stripped of identity like everything else in this fortress. Just four stone walls and the ghost of who Violet was supposed to be.

I glance around, bare as bone. Just like them. Gone, every one of them—Bruce, Selina, Damian, the rest of my family. Their faces come to me in flashes. The way Cass used to tilt her head when she didn't understand something. The way Tim hummed when he worked. I carry them all like armor—and like chains.

"I thought maybe I could talk her out of it," Mira says, casting a glance at Violet. "You were never meant for the Riders Quadrant."

"You've mentioned," Violet says dryly. "More than once."

"Sorry," Mira replies, quieter. Then she looks at me. "And Isla... I don't know what you expected coming here, but—"

"A warm embrace? A nice dinner? Maybe a long walk through family trauma?" I quip. "Nah. This tracks."

I flick a glance at Violet and add, softer, "But if I'm jumping into the fire, I'd rather burn beside her."

Violet smiles, just barely.

It's strange, caring for someone who shares your face but not your memories. Violet feels like something half-remembered from a dream. A life I should have lived but didn't. Still, I want her to live. Maybe that's enough.

But it's not easy to care again. Not after watching everyone I loved be buried beneath fire and smoke.

I can still smell the ash sometimes, in quiet moments. Still feel the heat against my skin. The silence after everything burned.

Mira drops her pack to the ground and crouches, rummaging.

"What are you doing?" Violet asks.

"What Brennan did for me," Mira says quietly, pulling out a worn leather sheath. Her fingers linger on it for just a second longer than necessary. "I wish I'd had more time with both of you."

Then, straightening, she asks, "Can either of you use a sword?"

I tap the twin katanas strapped across my back. "Gifted. And deadly."

Mira raises a brow. "Those are definitely not standard issue."

"They're not just for looks," I say, grinning. "Though the intimidation bonus is a nice touch."

They were Damian's. My twin in more ways than one. Every fight I carry them into feels like dragging a ghost beside me. These blades have drawn blood, ended battles, and saved my life more times than I can count. Their weight grounds me—just like the others.

Jason's pistols rest against my hips, hidden beneath my jacket. Bruce's batarangs sit tucked in a sheath sewn inside my rucksack, beside Tim's tools and a few of Cass's knives. Stephanie's charm is in the front pocket, next to a note I never finished writing.

Fifteen daggers are hidden across my body—ankles, sleeves, back, boots. I'm a walking arsenal. But no one here needs to know that. They see a girl with katanas. Let them underestimate the rest.

I adjust the strap on my rucksack out of habit. The nanotech shell shifts lightly across my shoulder. It's impossibly light, storing more than any bag should, but today it feels heavier than ever.

"Who taught you?" Violet asks, eyeing the hilts.

I smile faintly. "Let's just say I had mentors who valued survival over bedtime stories."

And a father who taught me control wasn't about silence—it was about choice. That power meant nothing without restraint.

Mira watches me closely but doesn't press. Wise choice.

"And you?" she asks Violet.

"Daggers. Swords are too heavy."

"I like it," I say. "Fast, quiet, efficient. Remind me never to stand too close when you're bored."

Mira tosses Violet a uniform and boots. "You'll need these."

She turns to me, holding out a pair.

I raise my foot, showing the textured soles of my boots. "Already got mine. Custom-crafted. Good grip. Comfortable in the chaos."

Built using tech from the only home I ever truly knew. Wayne nanotech lines the soles and seams—adaptive traction, sound-dampening, resistance to cold. Every step I take is laced with the ingenuity of the people who raised me.

Her eyes narrow slightly, but she lets it go.

The bell tolls overhead.

Violet's shoulders tense. Her hands tighten around her rucksack straps.

"We're not dying today," I say, voice low and steady.

She glances at me. Then nods.

"You have more strength than you think, Vi."

And she does. I see it in the way she keeps going, even when her body screams otherwise. In another world, I would've protected her as a sister. In this one, I still will.

I've trained Violet every day for months—helped her build muscle, endurance, speed. Her balance is better. Her grip is steadier. She won't die because she's weak. Not on my watch.

But even as I say it, something aches. Not just in my chest, but deep in my bones. A kind of weariness that doesn't sleep or fade. I haven't let myself rest—not since the war ended, not since the ash settled and silence replaced voices I loved.

There's no space for weakness in me. But gods, I am tired.

Tired of surviving. Tired of pretending it doesn't hurt. Tired of waiting for someone to come back when I already know no one will.

We join the line for the Riders Quadrant. The parapet looms above like a dare carved from the bones of the mountain. Narrow. Wind-battered. Ancient. The kind of thing that tests what you're made of.

I've already been tested. Basgiath just doesn't know it yet.

The stone underfoot is slick with mist. Wind claws at my clothes, sneaking through the seams. I shift my stance out of instinct, adjusting for the uneven slope.

Violet stares at it, pale.

"Eyes forward," I murmur. "Not down. The stone doesn't care how scared you are—so don't give it a reason to test you."

"If the pack shifts?" she whispers.

"Shift with it. Like dancing. Or dodging knives."

"I can't dance."

"You can dodge, though."

That earns a breathy laugh. Barely there, but real.

The second bell chimes.

"Don't waste time making friends," Mira calls over her shoulder. "Forge alliances. That's what keeps you alive."

I arch a brow. "Says the girl who's clearly never had a real friend."

No one survives alone. I learned that from a family of fighters who bled for each other—who would've burned the world down if it meant saving one of us.

Then Mira says, "Stay away from Xaden Riorson."

That makes Violet go still.

"That Xaden?" I ask. "The Wingleader?"

Mira nods. "Son of the Great Betrayer. He's dangerous."

"And yet... still here." My voice is quiet. "Interesting."

"He was conscripted with the rest of the rebellion leaders' children. No one thought he'd survive. But once his dragon bonded..."

"Suddenly killing him became inconvenient," I finish.

She nods grimly.

I exhale slowly. "Why blame children for their parents' mistakes?"

Mira turns slightly, surprised.

"I was raised by someone who believed your legacy doesn't define you," I say softly. "But punishing someone for blood they didn't spill? That's not justice. That's fear dressed as honor."

She doesn't reply. But I see the flicker of doubt in her eyes.

"Find Dain once you cross," she adds. "He'll help you."

Violet's face shifts at the name. There's warmth there. Hope.

Then, a voice from behind.

"If she survives the parapet."

We both turn.

Blonde. Smirking. Loud enough for attention, not brave enough to meet my eyes.

I raise an eyebrow. "You rehearse that line, or are you just naturally unpleasant?"

He falters.

"She'll survive," I say, gaze sharp but voice still easy. "Though your odds are rapidly declining—mostly due to personality."

Violet stifles a laugh. Mira hides a smirk. The boy flushes and looks away.

I hope he falls. But I won't say it. Not today.

"Next!"

Captain Fitzgibbons glances down the line.

"Violet Sorrengail?"

Violet steps forward, signs her name.

"I thought you were meant for the Scribes," he says, not unkindly.

"She was," Mira says flatly. "Then General Sorrengail changed that."

"She had promise."

"She still does," I say, meeting his eyes.

The rider beside him squints. "You're Mira Sorrengail?"

"I am," she says. "This is Violet."

"If she survives," the blonde boy mutters again.

I don't even turn this time. "If you trip over your own shadow, do we have to pretend to care?"

That shuts him up.

Mira gestures to me. "And this is Isla. My other sister. The one who was taken."

The rider blinks. "Everyone thought you were dead."

"Not dead," I say. "Just... misplaced."

We reach the base of the parapet stairs.

Mira turns, her voice lower now. "Don't die, Violet. Isla. I'd hate to be an only child."

I grin. "We're the ones who make the Sorrengail name bearable. You'd miss us."

She snorts and walks away.

Violet looks at me, pale but steady.

"You ready?" she asks.

I adjust the strap on my shoulder. The katanas shift across my back, their weight familiar—like memory, like loss.

"I was born in the shadows, Vi," I say with a soft smile. "Heights don't scare me."

But losing someone again? That terrifies me.

And so we step toward the edge.

#xaden riorson x reader #Fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing xaden #rebecca yarros #onyx storm #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #mira sorrengail

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Fortis 1.1

Warnings: language, sexual content, violence (moderate to heavy – death, fighting, battles), substance use (mild?), other- (loss of loved ones, chronic illness, depression, migraines), mentions of suicide or suicidal thoughts or actions

(these warnings are for the series/all parts of this story)

Word Count: 2200+

Bria Sorrengail is forced into Basgiath by her mother. Bria wanted nothing to do with the Riders Quadrant or dragons or fighting and killing.

(OC x ?, undecided yet) (she makes friends though, so plenty of platonic relationships. Also a few OC's, Bria is Xaden and Garricks age, and enters the riders quadrant when they do.) I only only the OC's, Rebecca Yarros owns everything else.

Part One Part Two

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It wasn’t meant to be like this.

That’s what I had told my mother. But she knew that. Of course, she did. She didn’t care though. What she wanted she got. Her word was law, in our family and in Basgiath War College. Mom bent slightly to sign my name on an empty line on the roll after I just stood and stared at it.

“General Sorrengail.” Both Captain Fitzgibbons and the riders manning the table come to attention. Showing their commander, the proper level of deference her years of service and title had earned her.

“Captain.” Mom gives the slightest tip of her head, her eyes glancing my way a moment, “Bria Sorrengail.”

They eyed me.

“Looks like we’re down to the last one.” Captain Fitzgibbons says, giving a half smile. “You know the way General.”

Mom gives me a look to go first, and I do. There was no fighting this. The battle had already been lost. I was going to be a rider, or dead. We move in silence to the tunnel of stairs that would take us to the parapet. I don’t think Mom was supposed to come up the stairs with me, but she was the General. So, no one stopped us as we ascended the two hundred and fifty steps.

At the top, it was quiet and empty. Captain Fitzgibbons had been right, there was one person crossing the parapet and no other candidates. Just three riders two men and a woman, all in rider black. Their ranks showed them as second years.

“Cadets.” Mom greets, her voice steely, eyes narrowing in on them. They all stood at attention too. So stiff I almost rolled my eyes.

“General.”

Mom waits expectantly for me, they do as well. Waiting for my name, and probably a chance to get the hell away from my mom. Not that I could blame them. The burning rage nipped at the edges of the numbness that had overtaken my body.

“Bria Sorrengail.” I tell the second year with the roll and pen.

She was painfully familiar, even though I hadn’t seen her in years. Cara Tauri. We had been close enough when my mother had been stationed in Calldyr. Only being a year apart, we had gotten into our fair share of trouble together. Her royal green eyes gave no indication of her thoughts on my presence here, though the slightest bit of surprise tugged small lines into her face. Cara wrote my name and each of the second years backed away.

Mom ignored them, turning to me, she didn’t touch me, just looked down with that unreadable all-knowing expression only she could maintain. One she had perfected since my brother’s death a few years ago. “You are a Sorrengail.” She said it as though it meant something.

To me, right now, it meant nothing.

I couldn’t meet her eyes a moment longer, eyeing the opening that would potentially lead to my death.

“You will not die today.” Mom speaks quietly but not softly. Fierce even. Words only meant for me.

I brace my hands on the sides of the turret and step up. The wind hit me first, it was loud and overbearing, and I wasn't even out of the tunnel yet. I was going to blow right off the parapet. I could feel it.

“That is an order.” Mom’s voice was drifting.

I shot a panicked glance back, but I only saw a glimpse of her back as she descended the stairs. Something in my chest cracked. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like it was preferable if she stayed and watched. But if I did fall, if I died today her last words to me would be an order... an order that would be failed if I don’t make it. My breathing took a panicked turn. My chest almost heaving as tears filled my eyes, and my hands trembled as I stood, taking another step onto the parapet. I could feel the panic attack ready to take over.

“You’ve got this Bria-”

“Don’t!” My teeth clenched; I didn’t look back at her. I wasn’t sure what led her here. Why she was now a rider, when she had disliked riders when we were kids. But something about the sympathetic tilt her voice had taken. I couldn’t bear it. I faced forward and moved.

I would not die today.

Even if it wasn’t meant to be like this. Even Though I wanted to.

The parapet itself was awful but anticlimactic. But maybe I only think that because I survived it.

The storm clouds had descended, and the wind tore my clothes left and right. I went slow, trying to be careful of my steps, even when it began to sprinkle.

I also cried. But I had always been the crybaby of my family. I could cry over literally anything. It didn’t have to be a sad event. Something happy? Tears. Scary? Tears. Angry? Tears. The rain did hide my tears, which was a slight win.

I realized halfway across that I wasn’t alone. One of the second years had also decided to walk. And he made it look so easy. He was massive. Like huge. And the wind did nothing to him. I hadn’t even known he was there until he asked me if I intended to jump off when I had stopped three fourths of the way across. I didn’t answer him. He eyed me as I turned back forward and kept going.

Anticlimactic for the win. Nothing bad other than the weather. The last few feet of the parapet were in a dark tunnel, and thunder cracked and echoed so loudly I slammed my hands to my ears and stopped for a moment. Two riders watched me come in, watched me step off the parapet and to solid ground.

“Thought you weren’t going to make it,” one of the riders’ smirks. A third year. He was cocky and held an aloof air as he crossed his arms. “Was up there watching you, was sure you were going to off yourself when you took your little break.”

“Shut up Blaine,” the female rolls her pretty blue eyes. “Name?”

“Bria Sorrengail.” I ignore Blaine, seeing as he’s just here and not the one with the roll.

Blaine curses, turning away as he laughs. “Gonna be an interesting year, got a shit ton of marked ones, a Sorrengail, a Tauri, a Riorson… what a shit show. Let’s make bets Niamh.”

“Enough Blaine.” Niamh seemed to huff without opening her mouth. She seemed exhausted by the other third year.

“My bet’s on Riorson.” The second year who followed across the parapet hopped down, right behind me. Now stood way too close. Stood way too close and was publicly announcing his vote against me. It took everything I had to not turn or move or do something. Fuck him.

“Of course, it is Moray,” Blaine rolls his eyes, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his sides. What could be taken as a relaxed position if I didn’t know better. Blaine is now in prime position to grab weapons and I am standing between him and his target.

“Enough both of you,” Niamh orders. “Why are you over here Moray?”

Moray steps from around me, the most casual one here, he stops at my side. I didn’t turn to look at him, but he watched me, towering over me, I couldn’t really feel any real aggression coming off him, so I didn’t balk, flinch, or breathe really.

“Captain Fitzgibbons says Cadet Sorrengail is the last one.” Moray shrugs, “said maybe there will be a straggler, but we weren’t all needed over there. Tauri sent me over to relay the message.”

“Go on Sorrengail, they’ll start separating everyone into squads and begin officially here soon.” Niamh tips her head to the side, gesturing to the open doorway. She probably thought she was saving me from Moray, the truth be told I didn’t care about him. Or anyone else here. I didn’t want to be here myself. I didn’t come to make friends, or enemies. I just wanted to get through this. One day at a time.

I nodded my thanks though and stepped away from Moray, who had crossed his arms over his very, very broad chest. The man was built. And being a second year meant he had this last entire year of combat training. No doubt he could wipe the floor with me. I didn’t want to find out.

All cadets gathered and were sorted and stood in formation. Commandant Panchek with his fake ass smile said a bunch of things about joining and the wings and the rules and trying to stay alive. The head Wingleader gave a fancy little speech. Not really, he didn't really look like he wanted to be there. Didn't seem to have the time for this nonsense. Couldn't even blame him.

Niamh, it turns out, is Fourth Wing’s wingleader. Which was interesting. I almost figured Blaine would be her second, but he wasn’t, he didn’t hold a leadership position at all. He was in Fourth Wing and was in a different squad, and when he caught me watching him, he gave a cocky smirk and winked.

There were a few names I recognized. Mostly other leadership kids who I had seen at different stations growing up when we had moved place to place. Then there was Alic Tauri, was put in First Squad, Claw Section, First Wing. Fuck him. And Cara Tauri, who is Fourth Wing Flame Section's Executive Officer. Good for her.

Altogether through the four wings it seemed there were ten or so marked ones. Children of the rebellion, people had whispered since I crossed the parapet and came to the courtyard. People avoided them, giving a wide berth and they seemed to clump together. All standing off to the side until they were called and separated one by one. I don't think there was more than one marked on per squad.

My squad leader ended up being Moray. Second Squad, Flame Section, Fourth Wing.

My name was called last to this squad and Garrick Tavis, who had already been called and in formation, shook me to my core when I was called and he just smiled… the smile he gave me.... there wasn’t even anything evil in it. Just something humorous. Like he was privy to a joke I wasn't in on. Better than being in Riorson’s squad.. or Alic Tauri. He also was glaring at me. There was no one else close enough that I could make an excuse and say he was looking at them. It was me. Riorson was looking at me. And his gaze was pure hatred.

The scariest moment was when the wingleaders’ dragons started torching people.

But something was wrong with me, because it wasn’t fear curling in my gut, but annoyance and something I couldn't name. I had been around my mothers dragon before, though not enough to make me not fearful of dragons but all these runners seemed to be people who crossed the parapet willingly. Not even conscripts. And it made me unreasonably angry. Because my choice had been taken from me. I tried to tell myself that I didn't know for sure and I had no business being brat about this but the feeling swirling in my gut were swirling, heavy and disgusting.

Heat curled over head as a runner was scorched twenty feet behind us by a fierce looking green. The green reared back, eyeing my squad one by one. He seemed to be going down the whole of Fourth Wing, trying to weed out the weak. Globs of spit dripped and splattered right in between me and a squad mate, who blenched. The man trembled and shook and lurched forward, throwing up everywhere. Including my boots.

“Can you fucking not?!” Disgust swirled heavily inside me, urging me to throw up as well but I shoved it down. Movement from the corner of my eye caught my gaze. My eyes widened seeing the green mouth open and tongue curl. We were about to be scorched. I launched myself at my puker squad mate, tackling him back along with whoever was directly behind him and straight into the squad next to us- who screamed and moved as fire spread. I found my feet quickly, not wanting to lose sight of the dragon again.

“Get up idiot!”

“Nice going!” A second year speaks up from the side, having been clear from the dragon fire.

“Fuck off.” I roll my eyes, but only after the green retreats.

Moray opens his mouth, ready to retort but was cut off by Cara pushing through the cadets, ushering them back to where they were supposed to be.

“Enough both of you.” Her voice and expression were no nonsense, the second year and I both looked away and let it go. “Moray get your squad in order.”

"Trying." Moray shrugs a shoulder, laughing.

I flipped him off. Cara grabbed my hand and forced it down, disbelief overtaking her prim and prissy dainty features before she masked it. There was nothing dainty about her grip as she took my arm and steered me back towards Tavis, who now stood closest to me in formation, thanks to our meddling asshole squad leader. She gave him a look I couldn’t decipher, the corner of his lip tipped up and he gestured with his head to the side, almost as if saying "she's fine by me". The fuck I was. Asshole probably wanted to kill me to get back at my mother.

Cara gripped my arm, leaning into my space and forcing eye contact while breaking my previous train of thought.

“I don’t know what your problem is,” she says quietly, “but make peace with it quickly. Before you get someone killed.”

Outrage swirled in me. Anger bordering on wrath mixed with a heavy sense of betrayal had me ripping my arm from her, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was an outright lie. But we were not about to have a heart to heart in the middle of formation.

Panchek brought everyone back to order. Niamh spoke some encouraging words. We were dismissed. That was it. Congrats, good luck surviving.

I fucking hated this place.

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