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Not even the next part out yet and I'm anticipating these next chapters hard. Super excited just from this intro chapter. Lucien and your bond is so funny and wholesome and I'm all here for it

when the sea calls for three | intro

Paring: Azriel x Reader x Eris

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: In the aftermath of war, peace reigns over the realms of Prythian, but the delicate balance hangs in the hands of two unlikely mediators—You and Lucien. As the newly appointed Emissaries of Peace, your duty is clear: maintain alliances, foster understanding between courts, and navigate the intricate webs of fae politics.

But when fate deals an unexpected twist, revealing that you possess not one, but two mates, the tranquillity you've worked so hard to uphold is suddenly threatened. Caught between two males who refuse to share, you find yourself thrust into a precarious position, torn between duty and desire.

What will you do and who will you choose?

I need you.

Those three words were all it took.

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In the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the room, flickering reflections of pinks and purples across the walls. Dawn Court had always been radiant, the sky, cobalt and rose. A sunrise all day long. You were proud to call it your home. 

You stood before the ornate mirror, fingers delicately adjusting the intricate buttons of your tunic. 

The decision to choose neutral clothing had been yours, a deliberate choice born from the realisation of what your new role weighed. You were to be a mediator, a peacekeeper, it only seemed fitting to don a uniform that symbolised your neutrality and dedication to maintaining balance among the realms.

The fabric shimmered with a subtle elegance, adorned with delicate motifs that whispered of the courts you now served. The tapestry of symbolism spoke something that words could not, of a new beginning, a new chapter– a time of peace.

The design along the back of your tunic, three majestic mountains rose proudly, their peaks reaching towards the heavens. Behind them, the sun emerged, casting its golden rays that spread warmth and light– a nod to your home.

In the left above, a fully fleshed sun beamed down upon the mountains, radiating its brilliance and vitality. To the right, three stars and a crescent moon were sewn with meticulous care, representing the rest of the solar courts and their celestial splendour.

On your left sleeve, leaves were hand stitched along your cuff,  bronze thread danced in a graceful swirl, climbing upwards towards your elbow, mirroring the silver icy shards that adorned the right sleeve. Autumn and Winter in perfect harmony. 

Around your collar, a delicate pattern of vines and roses intertwined, symbolising the beauty and vitality of the Spring Court's bloom. And along the trimmings of the tunic's bottom, waves swirled in a mesmerising dance, evoking the Summer Court's boundless energy and fluidity.

Your tunic jacket cascaded gracefully, halting just at your hips, while beneath it, a long, flowing cream pleated skirt billowed elegantly to the floor. With your hair initially draping freely, you gently pulled it forward, ensuring the intricate details adorning the back of your tunic were given their rightful moment to shine.

As you smoothed the fabric, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the role you had been given. Playing a bridge between courts, and worlds. A mediator between the people. 

Politics had never really been something you relished in, but you were good with people, and good with your words. Qualities that your friend desperately convinced you, were integral to this role.

A soft knock on the door interrupted your reverie, and you turned to see Lucien, your friend, standing in the doorway. His mechanical eye wiring at the sight of you. He was wearing a similar tunic, one that was longer on his body but mirrored the designs of your own.

It was Lucien who had told you he needed you. 

I need you.

He had written to you one evening. His correspondences were usually lighthearted and filled with friendly banter, but this weighed heavily in a way that was so unlike him.

“I could really use your help.” Lucien had breathed, when you came to visit after his letter.

I need you. I need my friend. I need someone to lean on. I need someone to laugh with. It’s been too long. I miss you. 

Was what you heard. His message had been simple yet poignant, a plea for assistance and companionship.

You had always had a way with words and sounds. Understanding the gaps in between the breaths, the underlying emotions and intentions woven into each syllable. Most didn't realise what could be revealed in their words. How the octaves and melodic tones of their tongues sung of unspoken truths.

Lucien and you had shared a friendship that spanned many years, reaching back to your earliest memories of childhood. As children and teens, you had been inseparable, playmates in a time that now felt like a distant memory. However, when borders grew stricter and tensions mounted, those days were abruptly halted.

It wasn't until the dark days of Amarantha's reign that fate brought you back together, through the intervention of Nuan, a mutual friend. She was a skilled Alchemist of your court, who had aided Lucein in his healing, crafting his beautiful golden eye. And because he was no longer a part of Autumn, you were able to reconnect and your friendship flourished, even if it was predominantly through ink and parchment.

"Ready to face them?" he asked with a tight smile, his voice carrying a note of anticipation.

I’m nervous. Is what you heard under his words.

You returned his smile with a nod, a playful glint dancing in your eyes. “Of course, I was born ready Lucie” you replied, effortlessly flicking his nickname with a casual ease. 

Despite having a smart mouth now, Lucien was a name you often got tongue-tied in your younger years. Lucie had been a much easier sound to make, and you didn’t hesitate to use the endearing name when wanting to tease.

Lucien rolled his eyes, but your casual demeanour softened the nerves that had laced his previous words. That had been your intention.

Just one example of how your intuition always left you saying the right thing. Of course there were times this didn’t happen, but those occasions were extremely rare.

“We should decide which courts reside under our care before the meeting” Lucien began, striding in front of the mirror to adjust his own tunic. “And I have to say you’ve made more progress with Tamlin these past two months than I have in the past year," Lucien breathed, a hint of admiration in his voice while he smiled at you through the mirror.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of your lips. "What, like it was hard?"

Tamlin's stubbornness had been a challenge, but your natural charisma and persuasion had proven effective in bridging the gap between his court and the others. His residents had at least started returning home, and thanks to your work, there was actually something for them to return to.

You huffed, before turning your friend around, pulling at his collar to adjust. Before tidying up his long auburn hair. 

"I can’t do both though Lucien. I'm not dealing with your brothers and Tamlin. That's too much, even for me” You remarked.

Lucien’s relationship with his brothers remained strained, the scars of their shared trauma running deep. Despite Beron’s demise, Eris was now Autumn’s High Lord. The brothers wounds were not so easily healed, and the weight of their history continued to cast a shadow over their interactions.

“Plus I do believe some forced proximity may do you and Tamlin some good” you pointed a look at him, referencing their damaged friendship.

Lucien bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing at you. He couldn’t help but envy how effortlessly you seemed to navigate the complexities of every situation, every conversation. Always knowing the right words to say, and the right actions to take. Qualities that had undoubtedly drawn him to seek your assistance in the first place. 

Qualities he forgot he would also be susceptible to.

"I'll look after Autumn and your hotheaded brothers. You deal with the depressed blondie," you suggested, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes.

"Fine," Lucien conceded, begrudgingly acknowledging the wisdom in your words.

“I want Dawn, it’s my home and Thesan would be heartbroken if I wasn’t his courtier,” you asserted confidently.

"Then I'll have Day," Lucien negotiated, a hint of determination in his tone.

As the conversation turned to the remaining courts, you paused, considering the options carefully. The Night Court held a particular significance for Lucien, given his mate's presence there, but you were keenly aware of the tension that still lingered between them.

"I can take Night if that helps. I've already been the one updating their Spymaster recently anyway," you offered, your voice steady as you finally finished straightening up Lucien. Pulling your hands swiftly behind your back.

He mirrored your pose "Then I will manage Winter," Lucien conceded, a sense of resignation colouring his words. He wasn’t very fond of the cold, but neither were you. 

But he was happy to take this one for you, as you had taken Autumn and Night for him.

"Summer is mine. You can have the humans, your Band of Rejects or whatever they're called," you remarked playfully.

"Exiles," Lucien corrected with a humorous purr, a brief flicker of amusement softening his eyes.

“Apologies…band of exile…-d rejects” you humoured, before you felt him nudge you with his shoulder.

Your soft laughs filled the room before you tilted your head to look at your dearest friend “Look at you now. Exiled no more. Mr. Emissary of Peace” 

Lucien smiled proudly at the title, he had come a long way. This new chapter for Phrytian was daunting, but he was grateful to have you by his side “You ready?”

With a nod you grinned wide “Let’s go peacekeep the fuck out of them Lucie!” 

a/n: Eeeekkkk so here's a little intro to set the tone and roles! Just a little disclaimer, there will be a few things in this series that haven't happened in the books, but it works for the plot. Only small things, so just go with it please! Excited to share this story with you all <3 - Lottie x

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Kicks and Kisses

Summary: After the readers run-in with Xaden's training methods, Bodhi isn't in any rush to let her back on them defenseless so takes it upon himself to teach her a few things.

(Breaks and Bruises Part 2)

Pairing: Bodhi Durran X Marked Fem! Reader

Word Count: uncounted

Warnings: Suggestive, swearing, fighting training, Mature language content

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With the valiant help from a group of young healers you were released from the prescribed rest, and were able to get yourself back up and moving within a week.

You were still tender but your breathing wouldn't cut out on you and the blinding pain was no longer erupting behind your eyes rendering you useless in ever sense.

But still Bodhi had refused to let you return back to your own dorm in that time. Even when you had a perfectly good bed there.

Those beds are un-comfy and you know it.

You rolled your eyes at Asra, whether she could sense your attitude, you were hopeful she couldn't,

I don't understand why he won't let me go back to my own bed. That chair can't be very comfortable. You stared at the chair positioned on the far side of the room, the one Bodhi had been sleeping in whilst you took his bed. You didn't understand why you were entertaining such topics of conversation with her. Talking with Asra had always come naturally, like a sister you could confine in, and the subject of Bodhi Durran left your chest feeling warm in a rather pleasant way.

So Invite him into the bed with you.

It wasn't difficult for you to sense every dripping pulse of Asra's amusement, you gawked at her words in your head.

I can't do that. Won't it be awkward You couldn't help but contemplate the outcome.

Don't be foolish girl. You're a dragon rider, start acting like it. If you want something you might just start acting like that Riorson boy, heys taken the silver one to bed.

You didn't want to know where she had got that piece of information. But the notion of what she was speaking... There was a difference between asking Bodhi to share his bed and committing to taking him in his bed.

When Asra laughed in your head, you clamped your knees together, trying to ignore the heat that was building there. As you ripped the covers of Bodhi's bed from atop your body, you could't stop the swirling of those blood igniting thoughts. Couldn't decide what you would want more, to have him sleeping in the bed with you, or having him take you in the bed you had come to love.

The quilt scented of him. A deep smell that you hadn't noticed the first night you slept, it lingered on everything in this room.

His scent has been all over you. Asra's voice in your head, you only assumed she was referring to when you had gone flying yesterday, trying to ease yourself back into training once you got the all clear from the healers.

Bodhi and Cuir had flown with you both yesterday, positioning himself slightly below you, to catch you should you fall off Asra's back.

I would have caught you. Asra's voice was dripping with some tone you couldn't place, Laughing lightly in your own head you shot it down the bond. She didn't respond beyond that of a gentle huff.

Closing up the wall between you. Moving to begin gathering ouself from the room. Bodhi was supposed to meet you down at the mats for an initial round of training, trying to strengthen the muscles and reconditioning them to get back to what they had once been.

And as usual, you were running late. At least you could use the excuse of your lingering injuries. They weren't as painful, just uncomfotable. Especially your shoulder, a mender had reattached many of the tendsons and ligaments in your shoulder, but you still have only light movement in the joint.

Moving down through the halls, you rounded into the training room. The mats laid out as per usual, there were a couple cadets scattered around each pair training away from one another in private lessons.

Strolling in softly you glanced around and spotted two famiar bodies. Sauntering closer you watched them, matching hit for powerful hit on one another.

Bodhi and Xaden often never sparred with each other. Garrick was the usual go-to. The third boy was on the side of the mat, arms folded as he watched the cousins spar. You moved to stand beside the giant.

"Hey Y/n" He offered you a small smile.

At the sound of your names, Bodhi glanced up, un-focusing the fight at hand. It landed him a stiff jaw from the next punch Xaden landed. Blinking to look you over once, Bodhi dodged out the way of his cousins next hit.

You watched from the side returning Garrick's smile with one of your own before turning back unaware of the excited glances Garrick was switching between you and Bodhi.

"Garrick.," Bodhi warned as he dodged a swing from Xaden before getting a punch in at the Wingleader's ribs.

You glance questioningly up at the boy beside you, Garrick coughed, covering his smirk with a hand.

"They are sparring to burn off...Pent up...emotions"

You frowned at him, that definitely was not what Garrick was entertaining in his thoughts. You squinted at him before glancing to watch Bodhi swing hard and fast for Xaden. What Bodi lacked in size against his cousin and Garrick he surely made up for in speed. His exposed muscles rippling with each movement. Your gaze zones in on the sweat gleaming, coating every inch of his skin.

What it would be like to have his body pressed against you own on that bed, having him above or below you, At each others mercy.

You're drooling

You went to snip back at Asra but she hid behind your mental shield straight after her own words.

Paranoia took hold, Twisting away from Garrick slightly you wiped at your lower lip and chin with the back of your hand. You weren't but you still sense Asra's lingering amusement at your sudden panic.

Turning back to watch, Xaden and Bodhi panting hard as they finally parted from one another on the mat. Bodhi gave Xaden's shoulder a rough shoves but they were both smiling as they stepped back.

Xaden initially avoided your gaze. You hadn't seen the Wingleader since the day of your injury. Besides once when he had tried to come see you. Bodhi had refused to let him in then and you could still recall the sound of them arguing outside the bedroom door.

He tried now to get out of the way, Slipping from the room. Bodhi folded his arms across his chest clearing his throat, Xaden froze. Pivoting to meet your stare.

"Y/n I'm sorry for putting you on that mat" His tone was so awkward even you didn't know what exactly to say. Bodhi rose his eyebrows when Xaden cast him a sidelong glance.

The Wingleader sighed, "It was clear you didn't want to fight, I shouldn't have made you and it won't happen again"

Bodhi was grinning like an idiot in your direction when Xaden finally rose back to his full height. Bodhi watching you intently, waiting for you to acknowledge his efforts in making his cousin apologize. Something about the way he smiled at you made the strings in your heart cinch. Asra slide into your mind, her presence alone snapping you from watching Bodhi.

Glancing to Xaden, "I'm fine Xaden. I'm alive am I not?" The Wingleader waited. Attention flicking to Bodhi, You warily followed his stare. A muscle beneath Bodhi's eyes twitched, Garrick caught it after seeing the expression on your own face. Spinning himself into the middle of the two and clasped Xaden roughly on one shoulder.

"Right we're off to find your opponent from that day. Try and make sure Imogen hasn't gutted the girl for her slander against you" Garrick's usually stoic face was set in a grin, you had a feeling he might sooner set Imogen on the girl first before saving her hide.

Garrick and Xaden stalked from the mats, leaving the room entirely within a few long strides,

When you turned back to obverse Bodhi, heat bloomed in your cheeks to find him already watching you.

"Right" He shook his head, these dark curls shaking to cover his brow bone. "Let's get started."

After running through a quick warm up with him your skin had already formed up quite a sweat. Many of the other cadets had vacated the training room, probably to attend to other daily duties.

Bodhi had been wary of your shoulder joint and coached you through each movement, sometimes he would place a hand against your body to steady the off balance the injuries had given you and It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus.

Moving off the mat to grab a quick drink of water you tried to organise the shambling thoughts which flushed your flesh to the core.

"We will move onto some evasion techniques and manoeuvrers to get yourself out of someone's grip."

You nodded, taking a quick final gulp of the water, evasion and defensive practise that would be fine. You had done this before.

You turned to move back onto the mat when your thoughts finally processed what you were getting yourself into. There was only a few ways to actively practise these sorts of manoeuvrers . Ones that involved lots of bodily contact.

You blinked as Bodhi shook his muscles, rolling each of his joints, The silence prompted him to look up

"I won't bite" there was a boyish smirk gracing his lips, it was an expression you had seen on him for years since knowing each other, often when causing mischief. The only form of consistency it offered you now was that it caused your heart to hammer harder against your ribs.

Pull yourself together. You were reducing yourself to no better than a teenage boy seeing a women naked for the first time in his life. Sighing deeply you moved onto the mat.

Bodhi stilled hands clasping together, allowing you to come closer, he watched carefully, assessing you.

"How is your shoulder feeling?"

Prompted by his question you rolled the ball and socket joint, easing deeper into the muscle there. They ached slightly but nothing more beyond overexerting the shoulder.

"All good" smiling softly you ignored the joint focusing now as Bodhi began to prepare himself.

"We are going to start with something simple. If someone tries to grab you from the front."

He waited for you to nod before continuing, "I'm going to grab for you and all you have to do is get me off you. We will critique everything once we've gone through every scenario "

He didn't wait for your acknowledgement now, unprepared you stepped back when both of Bodhi's hands came up towards you. As his body followed through your own muscle memory kicked in, grabbing his right wrist you jammed a thumb into the pulse point there and twisted— hard.

Bodhi let loose a grunt as he moved with the twisting limb, following so you wouldn't break his arm entirely. You only let go once his limb was flush unnaturally against his back.

"Good." He turned shaking his wrist lightly "That was perfect. Could be a little quicker with your reaction time, but we will work on that in our next session"

You nodded, worriedly glancing at his wrist perhaps you had been too forceful.

"This time we are going to run with the scenario that I actually got a hold on you"

Bodhi closed the gap separating you both, slowly raises his hands, hesitating with them hovering your body, noting their destined locations you gave Bodhi the go ahead. He rests his hand on your left shoulder the other at the base of your neck.

"Right.." Bodhi cleared his throat, "I'm going to pretend to be trying to push you back as if to get you.. against a wall. Get out of my grip."

Nervous, you glance at him, he offers an encouraging smile, nodding softly you tried desperately to ignore as his grip squeezes lightly against you body, try to ignore the pander of heartbeats that flutter in you.

When Bodhi began to push back you resisted, planting a foot behind to stabilise the weight of you. The muscles in the back of the leg stretching with the pressure. The result of Bodhi pushing you however; his hand pushing into your windpipe, slowing the flow of air to you with dizzying affect and not from the lack of oxygen.

Relaxing the breaths you took, You made quick work of trying to lessen his grip. Pressing your finger into his wrist's pulse point.

"Find somethinng new. That's not going to work a second time"

Frustration grew like a building short circuit. You knew strength wasn't your biggest fighting factor, it was instinct at this point born and bred as a female to go for a man's weakest point and it was taking everything within your resolve to not kick between his legs.

Pressure point began quizzing through your mind. Bodhi watches as your eyes flicked across his body ravaging at the sight of your attention on him. Felt the heat of it across every inch of his aching skin, tensioned for the need of touch, your touch. You were simply looking for his weaknesses, ones you could reach from the position you were currently in.

Shifting your weight into the side he held a hand to your throat, you rammed your thumb under his arm, nail digging into the soft flesh there.

Bodhi loosens his grip enough for you to duck under the other arm and release yourself. Bouncing back on the balls of your feet, you teetered towards the edges of the mat.

Bodhi rounded with a smirk, shooting a quick wink your way, "Atta Girl." The genuine pride and excitement in his tone made your cheeks flush.

Any focus you had fought to obtain since the beginning of this session slipped entirely away from you in that second. Shallow breathing, you shook yourself off the rising tension with it.

"Again." Bodhi gestured you back for the middle of the mat, "This time I'm coming at you from behind"

The air hauled in your throat, gulping quickly and moving back to the centre. Bodhi stepped up behind you.

He gave you even less warning. Albeit you could have used one this time unexpecting of his arms to latch themselves around your torso.

You needed to focus, focus on getting yourself out of his hold, but the only thing swirling in your mind was how close his body now was to yours, you could feel the rippling warm muscles on his chest against your back.

His arms tightened and you gasped lightly when you felt the sensation of his palm brush up the side of your breast, the material of your clothing ruffling as he righted his grip

A pulse of fresh warmth coursed through you, blooming from your core. It was almost painful as the material brushed the peak of your nipple.

If this was how your body reacted to his unintentional intimate touches you could only imagine what he might do to you intentionally.

Nerves rippled against him. You needed to get your shit together, but. . .

"You seem distracted." the heat of his breath fanned your neck when he whispered the words against the shell of your ear, close enough you swore on your life that was his lips brush the curve.

There was a smugness in his tone. That bastard, was he potentially... teasing on purpose to distract you? You swallowed a scoff. Two could definitely play at this game.

Grabbing his elbow you made an attempt to lift his arm up over your head, the well tones limb didn't move, but you couldn't resist the smile, for it was a cover up.

Rolling your hips and pushing you ass back against him. With the shared closeness he had created you heard his breath stuttered behind your ear and felt his pulse skyrocket.

Who was the distracted one now, driving the heel of your foot into the top of his, you heard the oxygen whoosh into his lungs as he hissed. Elevating the foot ever so slightly.

You wouldn't have the strength to throw him over your shoulder but if he was off balance as he was now. Gripping both hands as far up his arm as you could reach you twisted sharply into his unbalanced side.

Feeling his weight falling against you own you planted both legs to limit the chance of you falling too.

When Bodhi hit the ground you were diligent, moving quickly while he stunned to recall his senses.

Swinging one leg you planted yourself above him to pin him below you.

There was a second were you hadn't thought, just did. Hadn't realised what you were doing until you did it. Hadn't realised you now straddled his waist, hadn't realised you might have miscalculated the extent of your teasing until you felt the growth hardening beneath your ass.

Bodhi blinked at you in wild surprise as though he too now realised what had been done.

Had he not been thinking just as you hadn't? Simply following movements and feelings that felt so inheritable right until there was an irreversible shift between you both. Bodies welded together from where you sat atop him.

Every nerve in you was jackhammering in your heart, blood thrumming against your hearing. An unmistakable ache was growing between your legs, one which could and would lead to decisions you knew were irreversible.

Perhaps Bodhi had been teasing you simply to district, there was nothing attached to that. No emotion or feeling.

Foolish girl. You hadn't realised Asra had been listening into your thoughts, Had failed to notice she had lowered her shield. Is that how distracted Bodhi had made you?

You went to move from his lap, but Bodhi groaned, the sound low and guttural from deep at the back of his throat, head falling back with his eyes squeezing shut. Without looking his hand found your thigh, squeezing to hold you in place,

"Don't move." The guttural throaty sound in his voice blinded your every sense, glancing to his veined hand you couldn't rip your attention away until Bodhi blinked at you startled, a muscle in his jaw twitched as his eyes darkened.

Within the next second you attempted to lift yourself back off him, in one swift movement, Bodhi pushed himself up with a hand behind him. Using the grip on your leg to keep you on top of him, the positions now pushing you to sit further onto his growing erection.

It wasn't until he rightened himself that Bodhi released his grip only to move it across your body, you felt it clasp the back of your neck as he leaned closer pulling you with him and wasted no more time of colliding his lips with yours.

You stilled, stunned as his lips moved against your own, Asra's presence stroking against your mind prompting you from the stupor, her rebuilding her shield was enough of a hint and approval.

Softening your tense muscles you wrapped both arms to encircle around his shoulders, pulling your chest closer to his. Letting one hand slip to cup the back of his head. Fingers threading his dark curls.

Bodhi continued denying himself breath as he smiled, feeling you finally give in. Letting yourself match him. Giving and receiving the hot kisses, fast and swift.

They continued, hungry for more. Starved for the touch of one another. It was a sensation you didn't know you wanted — needed.

The heat encased between your bodies made your heart hammer into overdrive, Lifting your weight and then lowering it with a roll of your hips, causing friction against the now obvious erection beneath you.

Bodhi exhaled sharp and hot against your mouth, pulling from your lips. Once more his eyes squinted shut, brow furrowed.

You couldn't pry your attention away. The expression on his face alone set you emotions spiralling. It was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure rolled into one.

Wiggling your ass down, Bodhi groaned louder this time. His eyes snapped open to level with your own, within that hungry fire that was beginning to demand more of you: a desire you would happily indulge.

Even within that burning, there was still a softness to Bodhi, he was still the same man you grew up with, a comfort you had come to depend on.

He grinned as he watched you, eyes flicking to scan every inch of your face. You shivered as Bodhi dragged a hand across you collar bone, up your neck to cup the line of your jaw. Thumb rubbing into your now swollen lower lip.

He leaned so close once more that you now shared a combined airspace.

"We shouldn't continue" the smirk growing on his lips said more. The growing heat within you was answer enough, rubbing a hand into his jaw, for the thrill of it you shook you head leaning closer still. "We shouldn't"

Tightening your grip at the back of his head, fingers twisting into a strand of hair, Bodhi dipped his head to yours, lips a whisper apart.

"Kiss me again" His voice turned throaty, the blood in you warming at his touch, "Please" the shift in his tone was astonishing.

Giving yourself over, leaning to rejoin him, a coil of tension grew in the core of your chest. You kissed him fully, Pulling Bodhi into you.

Bodhi broke the connection after a second, "Atta girl" he was already smirking by the time he kissed you again.

That coil continued to tighten. This was an irreversible decision, this pairing. It could easily cleave you in two.

But this moment as Bodhi began to lower his kisses flowing down the column of your throat, you couldn't bring yourself to give a flying fuck.

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WHAT WAS THAT ENDING? 

BRIELLEEEE MONBEEEAN WHAAAT THE FUCKK 

I fucking love her 🥺

And Connal is just a little cutie pie that I need to protect I LOVE HIM SO MUCH TOO

AND VERA... I already hated Cairn but now... I feel that I can kill him myself 

And the scene with the commanders really gave me goosebumps. What woman...

I was WAITING for this,

When I saw you had liked and reblogged, I just knew your response for this was going to be good

I've already started working on the next part and I can tell you. Brielle turning on Cairn like that, doesn't go well... So some people. But our girly does have a plan.

And I can't wait to see when it gets revealed because omg Brielle is a genius.

And at this point Vera is a lovable character and Ciaran is a much hated one 🤣

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I finished the reread (sorry for the delay), and I can say that...

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I LOVED IT!!!

Brielle's story has many layers, each one deeper than the other, and it's just wonderful. I could completely see this happening in canon (and I must confess, it's better than the original, although I love Sarah's writing).

I simply fell in love with Vera, and I'm in love with Connal too 🥺💖

I can't wait for the sequel.

As always, thank you very much for your work. I know how tiring it can be 💖💕💕

Honestly your Responses are EVERYTHING

they honestly make writing so much more enjoyable seeing what you are going to think.

A couple things, I think I've fixed the tagging issue, if it hasn't I'll take this opportunity to say that there is a new chapter up!! Finally. ik

I'm glad your still loving it after all this time and appreciate how patient you are with my updating XD

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The Heart of the Lioness: ☽⋆31⋆☾

Day for the Dead

The Heart of the Lioness Masterlist

Previous Part

☽ -Doranelle, Camp two days before- ☾

Armed with nothing more then her sweet smile and secrets Brielle strode straight through the camp surrounding the city walls. 

"You sure this is going to work?" Connall was taking relaxed strides to stay at her side, hands stuffed into the warmth in the pockets of the breeches he wore.

"Nope." She popped the 'p' with all the enthusiasm she willed herself to have in hopes it may salvage some of her sanity. 

Connall looked almost perplexed at the mere sound of her amusements. "If you don't believe this will work, why are we doing it?" His expression contorted as his brow pinched

Brielle wouldn't stop to answer him. Just kept walking unable to hide the excitement in her grin. Despite her efforts to get ahead she couldn't get away from him, his longer legs and strides making an easy task of the distance she covered with extra effort. 

"Eh.. Because why not?" She allowed herself to relax. This was going to work, It had to.

"Maeve might kill us if she finds out about this" The lack of enthusiasm in his tone struck her. It was that fact that so often parted him from his brother, Brielle sighed heavily at the memory of her mate, her powers prickling at the rage she fought to keep contained.

"All the more reason to" Conall was watching, ready to meet her stare when she looked back at him to speak, They both strolled around a group of soldiers that were playing a card game atop an old wooden ale barrel.

The pair fell into a comfortable silence making their way to the camps central war tent. The captains often held their meetings within. The perfect place for a female to stir up shit and create devilish amount of pure unhinged chaos. The best sort in her opinion.

Flashing a warm smile at Connall, she could sense his attention lingering on her face, pulling away she moved to the entrance of the meeting tent.

Throwing back the material door, Brielle slowed her approach whistling lowly. The inside of the tent was huge and as warm as the air outside. A large round table sat in its centre atop a raised platform. It was at this table the Captains of Maeve's army now sat. A perfect sort of peaceful she relished to destroy.

Brielle moved. Conall following her towards the table. An innocent smile plastered her lips, or at least the most innocent smile she could muster.

The group of captains frowned at her approach flowing up the steps with all the grace a fae female possessed, moving around the platform Brielle turned sightly, gesturing for her mates brother to follow.

"We didn't request any of her majesty's Commanders to this meeting." Brielle narrowed her eyes on the group, noting how some of them winced at his words. Not that many of Maeve's Cadre of warriors remained, many of them lost to a foreign queen.

"I think my presence will prove vital to this meeting."

"I'm not so sure we can agree on that... Commander "

That voice. Brielle tried to not let is grate her nerves, Turning she rested her full attention on the smirking Lord Zakurio.

He stayed unmoving  a image of Captains's prowess, Captain Zakurio had been one of the first captains to face her that night before the beach, amongst Maeve's armada. Before the queen had found her and Vera on those ships, persuading the captains to fight against their loyalties to Maeve. Before Maeve had encased Aelin inside that metal box.

Her power rose to the surfaces, tightening her skin in response of those memories. Brushing her sweat slicked palms off on her thigh, Brielle met Zakurio's gaze across the table, he shifted as the thrum of her magic warmed the air, a wild feral thing puling at the leash to be released.

It wasn't just the one captain that moved, half of the table sat straighter, eyeing the female before them passing wary glances to one another. Brielle maintained the stagnant attention to Zakurio.

Connall shuffled forward half a step to softly brush a hand along Brielle's arm. Tried to conceal the expression of worry creasing his brow, Understood the important of hiding such weakness from these people.

Brielle had already told her mates brother everything, from the fights in the marshes all the way to the coast where the blood oaths were ripped from their souls. An aching that despite her distain for the bond left her feeling astoundingly empty.

She felt the featherlight touch of Connall's knuckles, he soothed it down the skin above her elbow. She tethered herself to the sensation, the touch, a lifeline of rope wrapped tightly around her torso to ground her in this meeting.

As Connall swirled a finger against the skin, Brielle's breath hitched. It was a comfort that Fenrys had adapted to using for years, subtly letting her become aware of his presence, Rolling both shoulders back with a sigh, Brielle pushed away Connall's touch.

She heard him shuffled back away from her and couldn't pass a look to him, but from the corner of her eyes she saw him bow his head in silence, standing behind her still

Pulling out a chair she slid her body into the empty space at the table. Glancing around and could only hope the vacated seats were once warmed by the captains she had successfully managed to convert that night. Hope filled her chest, perhaps it wasn't all for nothing.

And by the expression now souring Zakurio's face, Brielle knew she was right. Some of those captains had followed through with her words, whether out of blackmail or perhaps they too hoped and wished for a better world; she couldn't bring herself to ponder it.

Connall stayed stationary behind the chair she had occupied, the ever silent watcher.

Once relaxed into her position at the meeting, Brielle fed into the resting silence, casting an expecting look across the table to the Captains that warily sat.  They should ignore her presence, should convene as they normally would. It was clear that whatever unease her presence had brought had made them hesitate, her delighted smile made many of them unfocused and fumbling to regrasp the point of this gathering.

She sat listening, playing into the act of a bored female, picking at the jagged edge of her nail. Making sure to look as though she wasn't paying that much attention, her appointed disinterest seemed to ease them enough to start talking about solider numbers, positioning and training strategies.

Despite her uninvolved demeanor she took everything in, despite the captains subtly censoring each answer then provided, some being met with silence entirely. Perhaps Brielle should be giving them more credit then they were worth, the intelligence to not mention key fact unknowingly to the leader of the Pride.

The meeting was quieting down with many of the Captains relaxing in Brielle's presence, silent across the table; A fools mistake.

For the near three hours that they worked through information Captain Zakurio had sat glowering at Brielle. Some demented part of her wanted to blow a kiss in his direction, her amused smile at the image it ignited in her mind seemed to do the trick well enough.

Even now some thirty minutes on from then, the Captain did once  not let up on his staring.

"Is there something you wish to say to me Captain. Beyond complimenting my good looks?" Her words pierced through the conversation that had already began to blanket the group. "You haven't stopped staring at me since my arrival." She spoke the facts as plain and simple as they were.

Zakurio's stare darkened with anger, rising from the chair "You wench-"

Brielle leaned backwards the chair groaning, the sound drew every pair of eyes in the room to her. "I'd be careful. Captain, otherwise we might have to give a demonstration to your fellow males of how you kneeled for me the last time we spoke ."

The insinuation would rip into his ego and she knew it, and she would keep clawing away until she got what she needed from these males.  There was a muffled choke of laughter behind her and the others around seemed to hide their own amusement. Zakurio glanced around as though he now saw the judgment on the expressions, judging a male for so easily crumbling to the wills of a female.

With a flick of her wrist, Zakurio lowered himself, bowing to the snickering of the others around him. His expression only got darker the more the air filled with his humiliation.

"Now. I lied before." Brielle rose up, Connall pulling the chair out for her. She thanked him with a nod, his eyes shining with excitement as she prowled.

Standing above these males would allow her the power and intimidation to get her point across. For she understood the power of gaining their attention, no full blooded fae male would give up his position so easily. Never submitting to a female. She would make them, whether they fought fangs and nails all the way.

"I do want something from this meeting." She picked at a nail, ignoring the stare of just any one captain,

"If you think we will commit treason for your cause you're wrong." Zakurio's tone and smirk mirrors her own, on a level that would have made her stomach plummet. Brielle could detect the amusement in his own voice, believing he had finally won the upper hand.

"I already told them of your deceptions." Despite his words, many of the Captains continued to watch her. Not giving Zakurio a second glance.

"Well then I'm rather grateful, that will shorten my whole speech." Brielle tapped a hand to the base of her neck, "My throat is rather sore this morning, I can spare my breath."

"Sucking too many males off in your free time Commander?" The Captain sneered, leveling his attention at her. Brielle stilled her movement around the table, those other eyes following his.

"Yes." she met his stare, unblinking with conviction, "In fact, Your father was quite delighted to indulge me last night."

His nostrils flared. Enraged as the threw himself forward to leap from the chair the Captains on either side of his position, grabbed for his arm and yanked Zakurio to sit back into the seat.

"If you can't act your age Zakurio, we can always continue without you" A male from two seats down spoke directing a pointed glare to the other captain.

"Thank you" Brielle made sure to warm his blood with a slither of her magic, shallow enough so they wouldn't notice, enticing those willing to pay full attention.

"Now as I'm sure he has informed you all so kindly of how this works. Let's just get right to it" 

"How do we know the information you have is true?" A light haired captain from the further end of the table muttered in a low, unsure of his own words or perhaps where they might get him.

"I'm so glad you would ask." Brielle gave a soft nod to Connall who slipped from the room without the Captains noticing, a benefit of having a silent presence, an invisible that often people didn't give two thoughts to. She snagged a glass from the table, lifting it to her lips "Because I sourced the information from outwith my own units." 

Swallowing a gulp from the glass, she let it settle in her stomach before filling the silence once more, "I contacted the Pride a number of weeks ago. I'm sure you are all aware of their particular affinity for secrets. If you think I can't get to your families and connections you're wrong. I would hunt everyone you love after revealing your secrets until you are the only ones left and I'll let those secrets take you to the ground."

"Enough with the empty threats commander, What do you want from us?"

Her entire presence stilled. A predator calculating, Death planning her next victim. Empty threats; the thought almost made her laugh. 

"You see. I don't really do threats" She pulled a dagger free, the one always tucked beneath her left breast, closest to her heart. The first gift from Fenrys with his initials and carvings etched into the hilt. She began to drag its edge along the expanse of the table. Some of the Captains were smart enough to shift so their hands no longer lay rested on the surface.

There was a scuffle outside the material door of the tent. A hushed noise of voices snagged the attention of the Captains, Brielle continued to circle them. Her footsteps being the only sound not drowned by the sounds beyond the thin walls.

Bound between curiosity and a predator, the captains eyes darted back and fourth between the door and Lioness.

"I only do promises" she raised her chin, stroking the pad of her finger across the blade, feeling the heat in its tip when it cut flesh. She met the gaze of a young captain, He barely looked older than settling age. He also looked about ready to piss himself at the site as Brielle sucked the blood from her own finger. Turning to continue her prowl around the table.

There was a sudden noise of a slap thrown and shouting outside the tent, a growing sound of chaos awakened in the air.

"I asked the Pride for help. They gave me all the information I needed." Many of them blinked in blind confusion, rising slowly as the screaming grew louder.

"VANCE!" A females panicked voice broke through the rising ruckus that thundered around the tent like a living storm.

Brielle smiled slowly as Captain Vance Brilloc leapt from his chair, large legs eating up the distance as he raced for the entrance way.

Slowly as though they too now recognised the voices outside the other captains began moving from the table. Ushering for the door. Until Brielle was the only one left in the meeting tent, Even Zakurio's face had gone a pale shade of ashen as he ran off the raised platform.

Brielle revelled in the sound as one by one the Captains bore witness to the display she had organised for them.

Connall pushed back into the tent, a splatter of blood coated his cheek, just below his eyes. Brielle squinted at it, not blood splatter she realised. But blood that bloomed from his own flesh. When she raised her brow in question, Connall shook his head eyes closing with a sigh.

"Did one of those females get a hit on you Connall?" Brielle couldn't even attempt to hide her amusement now, 

"We will not speak of this." he folded his arms across his chest. Brielle's jaw fell open as she struggled to stifle a laugh.

"She did, didn't she?" Connall's response of a low grumble was cut off by the tent door flying open, Slapping him across the face.

Brielle hide her smile with her hand, she couldn't poke fun of her friend much longer once the first of the Captains stormed back through the tent. Turning her attention from Connall, she noticed as he shifted to wipe the blood away from his face.

Second later more of the Captains began to flood back into the tent, 

"Nice of you to all rejoin this meeting." She sucked her tongue against her own teeth, "It is quite rude to abandon one whilst its in the middle of convening"

"You bitch. Let them go. Now" The barking orders of a male excited the very lineage of her blood. The exhilaration that flooded her at riling them up never failed for amusement. Brielle often did the same to Gavriel and had done so to their other brothers and father before they left their family.

"Empty threats, remember?" Brielle knew the display outside was anything but that. "Why don't you all sit?" She brushed her body to the side, Gesturing with one arm to the table at her back.

Obediently many of them moved to retake their seats around the table, others made quick work of collecting the furniture that had been thrown from the platform when they had bucked from their places in such a haste.

"Now.." She clasped her hands together in picture perfect diligence.

"Just let them go." A captain growled, his frame was stocky and well built. Years of Muscles packed anew atop itself. His elbows rested on the table top, fists clenching and unclenching.

"Let who go?" Brielle blinked innocently to meet their stares across the table-front, holding each stare for at least a second to spy that anger and panic in them, not that she couldn't already scent the change. 

"Don't play dumb, Our mates, mothers, sisters and wives" He could have easily just said their biggest weaknesses for shorter terms.

"Ah, yes." Brielle tapped a finger to her temple, Contemplating their requests. "No."

The ripple of low sounds reverberated from their chest made the hairs arise on the back of her neck. A reminder that these were no mere mortal human men. Many were full blooded raw Fae males, who's biggest weakens was just dangled in front of them like a beast to a slab of meat. By a female no less. It was their nature to protect their mates, and she had so easily gotten to them, A females friendly pleasantries to one another often did go a long way. 

Perhaps it was the only shred of guilt she now beheld, those females outside had given her so much trust. A lifelong mistake they shall never forget from this day going forward. It was a lesson Brielle herself had to learn and learnt it she had, the fucking hard way. It had lost her a friend- a sister.

Connall moved into the side of her peripheral view, Breaking through the ever barreling thoughts and memories that fought their way to the surface. The way he stood was beckoning for her attention but she couldn't give him what he sought. For she had put herself in the wolves den and couldn't afford to look away, not even for a second.

"Just tell us what you want." There was an essence of defeat on this males face, that was so inheritably familiar to her that Brielle almost let her resolve slip. Gripping tightly with the grit of her teeth she sighed deeply. She could so easily recognise that bleeding pain on his expression, it was the type that hammered down on your every sense. A battering ram of force that often left oneself blindly grasping for any lifeline. A blazing panic which Brielle herself had battled since being brought back to Doranelle. Waking in cold sweats with memories and images of Fenrys plaguing her every thought.

"What I want is for you all to do nothing. Pay no attention, turn a blind eye. If you interfere you will see just how 'empty' my threats can become"

The group shifted nervously at the thrum of her magic which swirled and slithered towards the door where the sounds of their loves ones drew quiet.

"I have the Pride as an ally now. You do anything to break this agreement and your secrets and lives will become fair game."

These males would possible never find out just how much of an ally the Pride was to her,Her savour and very reason to keep going. Didn't know they harboured its leader in this very tent where they all shared breath.

"Done." Zakurio was the first to agree, Brielle tried everything in her to not gape at his outward extended hand, which shook slightly in mid air.

Clasping it tightly Brielle shook it. Once her grip loosened, Zakurio nodded once and crept from the tent. Reeling her magic back in, Brielle released the females from her death grip, at the sound of their movement outside, the Captains began to retreat back outside.

Once more she was left alone with Connall. Sighing deeply Brielle turned to face him, peeling the mask she wore off. 

"It would have been wrong to kill all of them."

Brielle for once didn't feed into this silence, blinking at Connall.

"There might have been other ways to persuade them." He sounded optimistic. Oh how the tables had turned. At the beginning of this meeting she had been the enthusiastic one out of them both, 

"The only people those males would willingly bend their knees for is the females in their lives, I would do whatever necessary." There was no lie in her voice, she had no reason to.

Stalking down from the platform on slow steps, Offering Connall a soft smile.

"I still think you would have thought of something else." He was right. Within time Brielle would have came up with something else. But she was running out of options and a cornered animal only had so many instincts. Flight or fight. And with limited time, She knew what had to be done.

Stalking past him, Brielle threw a final retort over her shoulder, 

"You be moral, I'll be realistic"

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☽ -Doranelle, Present time- ☾

Connall thrashed forward in Isaiah's hold, widened eyes watching Cairn stalk closer to Brielle still frozen by the door. She kept her eyes trained on the battle reports in the males hands, gaze darting to see the piles throw across the floorboards.

"Don't touch her!" Cairn ignored Connall's pleading. Her friend jerked his shoulders trying effortlessly to dislodge the other males hold on him. 

Brielle's gaze snapped to Connall, Isaiah had yanked back his head, exposing more of his throat to the edge of his knife, the air stuttered from her chest when he pushed in further into Connall's throat. An ache snowballing in her chest. Watching Isaiah. It didn't get any easier seeing him this way— feeling at fault. Heart hammering faster Brielle blinked her attention back to the male before her.

Cairn was assessing her, circling slowly, Brielle forced the air to flow through her, tumbling down into herself she pulled a shell of power to coat her skin.

"I've informed her majesty of your. . ." Cairn took a quiet second to scan the document in hand "Sneaking around." His head dipped to her own, "Your deceptions." Goose skin rippled, He rounded to be before her once more. Magic thrummed beneath every inch of her skin, Brielle couldn't move. Fearful he might sense that dreg of power.

"It's not uncommon for Commanders to review battle reports" Her words were clear, but she fought to keep her tone steady. It only took half a step for Cairn to be a breath from her, 

"I outrank you." A smile graced his features, a smugness she could only assume he had been waiting decades to wield, "You command nothing. You  are  nothing."

She lifted her gaze to meet his own from beneath the shadow of her lashes, voice a low whisper, loud enough for him to hear her unrivaled conviction. "I am more then you will ever be."

Brielle flinches as she caught the movement of his hand swinging up to grab her, she feels the brush of his fingertips, Cairn swore beneath his breath reeling his hand backwards, clasping it as though her touch had burned him.

An expression of horror plagued him, Brielle froze as Isaiah and Connall drew quiet breaths bodies gone deathly still behind them. Cairn glared down at the searing flesh on his palm, nostril flaring. He must of caught the scent of her magic

Brielle fought to keep herself still, "Do  not  touch  me." She allowed that shell of magic to ripple around her, a barrier, Cairn's lip had pulled back over his teeth, eyes darkened when he looked up in her direction.

She hadn't expected the next hit until her head snapped to the other side, Pain launched through her, blooming from where the backside of Cairn's hand collided with her cheek. He stepped closer, dangerously close. Cautious to not touch any other part of her.

His voice was feral with a predatory hiss, "I am the Commander here. I  do as I  please!"

She spat the blood from her mouth, rising she schooled her features into neutrality.

Cairn had backed up a step, smirking, "Let's go to the cells." 

She couldn't bring herself to move, some voice screaming in her head. Brielle knew what awaited her down the stairs. That dark cold room, if only she closed her eyes she could still feel the cool breeze that had graced across her cheek. The scars on her skin began to itch across every mile of her body.

There was a low hiss, Brielle turned to watch Isaiah draw the dagger closer to Connall's throat. She balled a fist at her side, to stop them from shaking. She couldn't lose Connall not when he had become the only thing tethering her sanity to her own mind.

Wordlessly she took a step to follow Cairn. Brielle ignored all sights and sounds as they moved from the sleeping quarters to the steps that led down deep into the earth below the castle.

Cairn led her down that stairwell now, keys jangling when he rounded that last corner. Apprehension could have snapped her bones and when that door opened Brielle almost wept. 

Fenrys lifted his head off his paw, He was blinking quickly at Brielle, Her vision was so blurry, she couldn't count or translate what he was trying to tell her in the unspoken form of communication.

As Cairn ventured further in  Brielle slowed stopping her stride short in the centre of the room. It was pure darkness surrounding them and it took a second for her heart to stop jack-hammering and calm enough to allow her vision to adjust. The shadows surrounding them watched their every move.  

When the door slammed shut behind them, Brielle spun eyes following the shadows, Fenrys was still laid beside the frame of the door, his usually pristine coat turned a dull off white. A layer of dust and grim covering him. It was a blessing Conall and Isaiah hadn't followed them into the room, she couldn't allow them to see the expression on her face splinter at the sight of her mate, eyes near breaking at the sight of her, that closeness and still so much distance lay between them.

There was a breeze coming in from under the door, it blew around her ankles. The cold climbing the very bones inside her. It was a grounding she was grateful for as Cairn stepped away.

Chains rattled from the wall at the far offside of the room, Brielle allowed a sidelong glance at Vera. Her friend's usually healthy curved body had become a shell of its former self, shadows filled the newly formed hollows of her eyes. Cheeks sunken and skin tired.

Despite all she had endured, Cairn had been unable to break that burning look of hope in Vera's eye. It was with sorrow and that same hope that she now looked to her commander, Forever ready to follow. A fatal fault of each member of the Pride.

Brielle slowly breathed around the lump in her chest, She couldn't rip her attention from her spy laying on that cold stone floor, chained alone on that side of the room not a hint of that alive energy that so often thrummed through her like an extra pulse. Cairn grew closer but Brielle locked eyes with her friend one final time, her magic began to swell as her throat tightened clamping around the emotion that caused the tears to prick the edges of her vision.

A sudden otherworldly anger began to bubble, the heat and roar of its presence grew louder the longer she watched Vera. Slowly turning her attention to Cairn, 

Having turned around Cairn grew oblivious to the burning rage that now course through her, unable to bear witness to the expression on her face, an expression that had Vera shooting a panicked look to the wolf by the door,  the wolf twitched in his place, a low whin building within him, a pleading. 

Brielle caught the plead within the sound, a begging for his mate to think rationally.

Every bit of sense in her was fraying. How easy it would be to end Cairn now and free them. It was a temptation that was slowly winning the fight for her resolve and reasoning. Damning all the consequences Brielle tumbled into her power dragging every drop she could to the surface.

She went further

further...

Until..

A sickening feeling dropped in her stomach like rocks. A form of barrier stopped her from reaching any further, the remainder of that power inches from her hand yet dormant to her touch.

Cairn stayed standing with his back to her, "One might have though the Great Lioness might have been able to detect the Iron shavings in her food." He didn't move beyond continuing to inspect the array of tools laid across that velvet piece of cloth.

The realisation crashed into the silence of the cell. By putting doses of iron into her food. He would be limiting the access she had to that power.

As though it had its own sentient mind, she could feel the pressure of that remaining power pushed against the other side of that shield, fighting to meet her at the surface. It didn't break through. 

Cairn had continued to smile when Brielle leveled her glare at him. He was beside that stone coffin now, pivoting on one foot to lean a shoulder into it. The breath stuttered from her as he began to unlatched the locks, each one falling away with a clatter.

Even Vera's failing figure shifted from the wall when Cairn dragged the body out from within. The iron gauntlet wrapping Aelin's hands hit the stone first, the sound reverberated across the room and walls around them.

Brielle could hear Aelin's panting breath as it blew through the gaps of the mask. The iron mask which they had clamped across her face. That diminishing pool of power within her bubbled as Aelin finally glanced up.

The Queen of Terrasen. Rowan's mate — her brother's mate. Aelin. Her friend  was kneeling at her feet no better then a common dog kicked across the street.

She couldn't. 

Cairn stopped behind her now, watching Aelin over Brielle's shoulder with an eery fascination.

"Now, kitty" She resisted the urge to reel her fist back into his face. He moved brushing a finger down the outer side of her arm. Stopping at her wrist to draw her hand up, palm facing Aelin. Who's breathing began to rapidly rise.

A sob broke through from deep in her own chest, she could have startled at the sound, unsure of where it had come from had it not been couples with a whimper from Aelin. Balling her fist she tied to rip her hand free, refusing to yield as Cairn's nail bit into her wrist.

"It's simple." Cairn whispered the words into the shell of her ear. The tears were warm as they slide down her cheeks. Trying to recoil away from his body he held firm. Leaning closer still the more force she put into pulling away.

"You do this or the girl dies" She couldn't focus through the roaring. Her body had begun to shake, Vera was crying from the other side as Cairn's stare settled on her. The spy huddles into herself as his attention racked every inch of her. 

Cairn noticed Brielle stare now on her spy, "You don't have enough power to heal her as well, I will  kill her" his taunt was clear, full of venom and content to do just what his words promised.

She slide her attention back to Aelin. Cairn jerked her body closer after a second where the world stood still. Aelin had begun crying softly, nodding to the Lioness, understanding the situation to an otherworldly extent.

Out of nothing but sheer respect for the female before her, Brielle would refuse to adorn the mask of the lioness. Condemning her soul to this shredding however much it would rip from her. She was going to endure every second of this suffering with Aelin. She needed  to remember every second of this pain. Her decision. A fucking losing battle. A cage of her own making.

"Please forgive me" She whispered the words to herself. To Aelin. To Rowan and to any god who might still be listening.

Letting that little amount of power reign free. Focussing it towards Aelin. It was slow moving and pure pain. Nothing specific, just pain. Muscle contracting, nerve burning pain.

Through the iron mask Aelin screamed, Brielle braced swallowing each of her screams with an agonising amount of guilt. The queen's whole body arched into the scream, her voice already raw.

Brielle winced, each time that head splitting noise cracked through Aelin. There really wasn't a lot of magic in her reserve, she could feel Cairn smirking, relishing in the sight and sound of the queen's pain. A form of torture he himself had never managed to achieve with such ease.

Forgive me

Forgive me

Forgive me

A voice had been repeating the mantra in her head, a broken loop that drilled its very essence into her mind. She must had nicked a particular nerve as Aelin's screaming peaked, her voice giving up and cracking half way through the sound. She would have been better setting her own power against herself as Brielle felt her resolve snap.

 Fuck this.

Retracting all the magic at once and rallying it to herself, Brielle ripped her body forward in one movement. Cairn staggered his own balance thrown from its axis at the shift in weight.

Turning with all that wilting power she had left Brielle slammed what remained straight into Cairn.

If there was any gods still listening Brielle prayed they were somewhere, bearing witness as she clawed a scream from the male's throat, The power within reigning free, wild and strong rallying behind her rage, packing its full might into ripping the male in two.

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when in fics they say two characters gave each other a look this is always what i envision in my head

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i want to coin a phrase that's the opposite of writer's block. call it the muse's fire hydrant. thirty thousand story ideas are being beamed directly into your brain and if you don't write them all at once you will die.

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you're somebody else - b.s.

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

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

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

He’s alive.

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

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

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

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

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, “I…”

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

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

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

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

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

You remain silent, but you nod once in affirmation.

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

He finally speaks. “My love, I’m so-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A week passes, then another. 

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

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

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

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

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

At least the wound doesn’t seem infected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time you don’t find it endearing. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Omg.

This reaction is exactly what I want for my writing and this is my first piece for the fourth wing. It's definitely going to encourage me to write more.

I wasn't going to write a second part but when I got to the end I got into it and will probably write another. With maybe Bodhi actually following through with staying with her whilst she trains. Maybe throw in a few scenes of him training her himself. But with her potentially still healing or something in those scenes.

It's excited me more. And I only just woke up to see this response, so omg thank you so much for the support 🙏❤️

Breaks and Bruises

Summary: During a lesson on hand to hand combat, the reader receives a little more of a kicking than she bargained for, Bodhi is pissed to find her injured, having not admitted feeling for her he struggles to grasp with his panic for her safety.

Pairing : Bodhi Durran X Fem!Reader

Word count: unchecked.

Warning : swearing, angst, Bodhi losing his shit at Xaden, suggestive content towards the end, sexual tension,

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You stood watching from the side, the mats in the middle of the room filled with bodies that danced around one another, matching hit for hit.

Xaden Riorson circled around the room, he was your Wingleader and one of the few third years present right now as almost the whole of second and first years were here sparring one another. Un unorthodox training session he had planned.

You observed from beside another group of first years all of you picking up ever snippet of information you could from the second years that fought before you.

Fighting stances, patterns, strikes. The older students did well, their bodies toned to become weapons bred for war.

You could be like that too, if you actually practised. The clipped tone of your dragon, Asralethia sided into your thoughts.

You should have put your shields up against Asra as Bodhi has taught you, but watching the other students bodies move in tandem to one another was a dance to be observed and respected. One which you just couldn't seem to look away from.

You have known Bodhi for years, and since arriving at Basgiath, bonding with Asra and surviving towards the end of your first year. You had managed to settle back into the relaxed nature of your friendship.

Not that you could just call it that. The older you both seemed to get the more you seemed to notice just how... Well how much you, desire Bodhi to be more then your friend.

Not that those thoughts had ever been shared beyond your own mind. Apprehension always got the better of you.

Perhaps if he-

You're always thinking about this boy, Focus girl. Asra's voice in your head brought you halting back into your own body once more. Present just as the girl in the mat before you flipped her opponent straight onto his back, his chest racked upwards as he tried to gulp air back into his lungs.

Get out of my head. You could sense Asra's snarl of disapproval rippled through the bond you both shared,

Get on one of those mats and I will. Your dragon's words were final and she seemed to build up her side of your shield.

When the guy on the mat at your front slapped a hand onto the padding beneath him, you tried to avoid Xaden's gaze.

He must have noticed you trying to slip away,

"Y/n you're up next, to the mat now"

You cast a scathing look towards him, Bastard. Xaden's answering smirk was an indicator that he knew exactly of your current thoughts. And found amusement within them.

You would have taken the chance to flip him off but the girl on the mat began to bounce on the balls of her feet, preparing herself as she looked you over once.

You didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her beyond her position as a third year, one of the few to attend this sparring today. She had made mince of the second year boy before you.

Stepping closer, you planted a foot into the circle, shifting to keep the space between your bodies for now, anticipating her movement.

When she didn't immediately swing for you, you feigned to the right, it did little more then rendering your own balance off centre.

Eyeballing from the side she waited for you to right yourself before moving, it was a tactic you should have foresaw and would have had you more time to prepare yourself.

Her balled fist collided with the side of her face, knuckles cracking into the bone of your cheek.

With shock you had little time to release yourself when she gripped your shoulders. Holding you in place as she brought her knees driving upwards into the line of your chest.

Even with the blood roaring in your ears you couldn't miss the sound of the surrounding group when they hissed in unison of your legs giving out under you. The collapse jolting you to your very senses.

Tensing the muscles in your legs, lower back and ass you spun on the mat using your opposite foot to push. Kicking for the girls feet.

Your shin connected with her calf, sending her to back flat land harshly against the surface of the mat. The air whoosing from her lungs with audible affect.

You danced away from her frame, the edge of the padding stopping you from backing up any further, you couldn't be pushed off. It never looked good, for anyone.

Xaden was circling the mats, keeping a close eye on where the two of you were sparring. The girl launched up from the ground, having caught her breath.

You knew she would come at you fast and hard but hadn't expected her to full on tackle you to the ground, trying to dodge it by stepping to the side, you only succeeded in putting yourself in an awkward position. When she collided with you, her shoulder had driven itself directly into your ribs,

Pain bloomed there but you hadn't any time to recover as you both went rolling to the floor.

With the weight of both your bodies you landed hard, the noise seemed to draw in more attention around the room. Other mats slowing to watch as this girl handed your ass to you on a plate.

It was a pathetic attempt to dislodge her from the position she had on you, straddling your torso she pinned your arms down one by one with her knees.

"Marked bastard" she leaned closer to spit the words in your face, her eyes narrowing on the relic swirling around your collar bone that rooted up from your arm.

Desperate to free yourself when she landed the first punch on your face. You could feel the warm rush of blood spilling from beneath the bone of your cheek.

Pushing all the effort you could into willing your muscles to work you drove your heel closer to your ass as much as you could, using the leverage it gave you to thrush your hips upwards.

Her face and upper body came flying towards your own, thrown off her own balance. You heard her curse as she tried to catch herself. Twisting your hips beneath her you used this moment to wiggle out from her grip turning to get upright.

She grabbed for you and despite you launching yourself out the way you felt her hand wrap around your forearm.

She jerked your arm back towards her before sharply twisting it. You screamed out as the muscles stretched to their limit,

Even with him across the room, you watched Xaden spin at the sound, wide steps eating up the space to come back to your mat.

"Cassandra!" His voice boomed but the girl didn't seemed to hear him, instead twisting hard on your arm.

The joint was screaming in protest, you tried to wiggle from her grasp, push against her but even the littlest of movements made you blanch with pain; white hot pain that send your vision rolling.

Somewhere in that time you had begun pleading with her to let go but still she refused to release you, Xaden was nearing the mat now, shadows swirling.

The pain only continues to build, until finally something gave way.

Something in your arm and shoulder ripped free and popped.

Cassandra dropped you in shock as she heard the audible sound that came from your joint, her eyes widening in surprise.

You had begun screaming at the pain that increased ten fold. You were aware of Asra speaking in your head but when you couldn't utter a response her end of the bond fell silent.

You ungracefully landed on the mat, good hand holding your injured shoulder. Breathing was becoming painful as you ribs which were clearly broken ached with even the smallest of movements.

You were struggling to see as the pain took everything, taking over every sense.

You would have cried out in pain when your whole body slumped forwards, giving your consciousness over to darkness.

- ❈ -

The pain was a dull ache, like a headache building behind your eyes. With the safety of darkness still blanketing your vision you could focus on the pain. Your face, shoulder and ribs, it had slowed the pain not as aggressive. Only when your blood pulsed did you shift in discomfort.

Still with your eyes closed you could only detect the noise of someone else moving when you did, someone sitting beside the bed.

"Y/n?" Heat bloomed in your core, you knew that voice anywhere. Peeling your eyes open and blinking to focus your vision.

Bodhi was up out the chair and beside you in seconds. He went to reach for your hand before stopping himself, expression shifting across the shadows on his face.

"I thought you said you weren't fighting today?" You could detect the concern in his tone, but he hadn't been there. Bodhi was supposed to have other duties to attend to today.

As though he spied your thoughts,

"Asra came to find Cuir when you stopped responding, she was worried about you" his face was clearly saying he too was worried.

He pinned you with his gaze, "What happened? I thought the first years were watching for today sparring tomorrow"

You nodded around the pain in your head that seemed to tether to the top of your spine.

"I thought I was doing alright considering she was third year. And -" you paused remember the words she had spat at you moments before she dislocated your shoulder.

Your hesitation only seemed to snag at Bodhi's attention, he brushed a knuckle across the top of your hand. Warmth coiled on the skin there.

Tell him. The tone of Asra's voice in your head left little room for debate. Even if you could detect the small degree of concern.

"She called me a 'marked bastard' while we were on the mats"

Bodhi sat up a little straighter. Out of many of the marked ones you always tried to be friendly to everyone despite their views on your group. It only seemed to anger him more at the thought.

"Who the fuck even let you on that mat?" He angrily drove his fingers through the dark curls on his hair. You would have got distracted by it if his expression hadn't shifted with utter rage.

"Y/n, who was it?"

The air lodged itself in your throat, you would hate to be the one that caused a fight between the cousins, despite their usual spats of disagreements. With the expression on Bodhi's face you could tell this wouldn't be like their usual arguments.

"Y/n-"

"Xaden."

You could see every inch of Bodhi go stiff. Eyes glazing over in thought, he was communicating with Cuir and you knew it.

Asra, where is Xaden do you know? You hesitantly asked,

The wingleader is on the flight field, she cuts her words off with a little more bite at the mention of Xaden.

Bodhi rose up from the chair and did something he hadn't done since you both were kids, leaning closer Bodhi pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Bodhi-"

"I'll be back shortly" he didn't say anything else before turning and walking out of the room.

You tried to push yourself up off the bed with one arm, but every muscle in your torso and spine rippled and screamed in protest.

Asra can you make sure they don't kill each other?. You let her hear the pleading in your tone.

I will keep your one safe. No promises for the Wing leader. It was clear to see exactly where she now stands with Xaden after he put you on that mat.

You couldn't only hope they didn't kill one another.

- ❈ -

Xaden had been hiding from his cousin on the flight field, he knew where Bodhi stood with his feelings on Y/n and he had no real reason as to why he put her on that mat. It was a mistake he shouldn't have made.

Bodhi was ignoring Cuir's encouragement as he strides onto the flight field passing the group from First Wing.

His tunnel vision was focused on the familiar figure near the centre of the field.

Speeding up his pacing, Bodhi reeled all his emotions as he drove back his arm. Xaden only turned quick enough to catch a quick glance of his cousin's fist before it collided with the side of his jaw.

He was sent rocking back as Bodhi scowled down at his cousin, going to forward another punch Bodhi swore out loud as Garrick intercepted and pulled him back.

"Get off me!" Garrick refused to let off, keeping his grip on Bodhi, the older boy had size on him and Bodhi would be stupid to swing for Garrick just to release himself.

There was a boom as two dragons landed nearby, a green and blue. Cuir and Asra. Y/n was probably keeping tabs by communicating through Asra. The blue watching every movement with a lethal precision.

Bodhi finally lifted both hands, palms wide in surrender. Garrick stalled a second before finally releasing him.

Xaden was rubbing at the bruise already blooming like blood along the bone. He wiggled his jaws, face contorting in discomfort.

Bodhi couldn't bring himself to care if it hurt. Xaden had put you on that mat. Couldn't think beyond the reasoning that you were hurt due to that fact.

"What the fuck Xaden?" He didn't need to elaborate further.

"I have no real reason for putting her on that mat" Xaden's head hung a little,

Bodhi looked ready to swing again Garrick shuffled on his feet, arms folded across his chest firmly. A muscle built barrier to keep the cousins from ripping into each other.

"That's bullshit" Bodhi wouldn't even attempt to hide the anger in his voice, not when he knew both older boys knew his feelings towards you.

"I'm so-"

Bodhi scoffed shaking his head, "Don't even try to apologise. That girl called Y/n a marked bastard."

Bodhi knew it would anger them as much as it had him. You felt things more deeply then other marked ones, who's brash nature tended to defend themselves against petty name-calling. It always ate away at you.

Bodhi knew he was right as Xaden shifted, dropping his hand away from his face when Garrick shot him a gruff look.

The girl is trying to leave the room.

Bodhi glanced across to watch Cuir, his dragon shifted on his front legs, Asra beside him still watching with her eyes narrowing in on Xaden, If Sgaeyl wasn't relaxed in the dried grass meter from Riorson, Bodhi might have expected Asra to bite Xaden's head off his shoulders simply from the way she watched him.

"I have to get back to Y/n." he stalked closer a step, Garrick seemed to let him take those inches closer,

"I don't care if you're my family or a Wingleader, You ever pull that shit again and I'll gut you where you stand."

Despite the weight of his words, Bodhi couldn't seem to bring himself to care what strain they put on his relationship with Xaden. Family or no, Wingleader or no. He shouldn't have put you on a fighting mat with a third year with way more experience than you. The resurfacing of those thought simply made his blood boil more.

Asra says the girl has made it to the hallway. Cuir still sounded as relaxed as ever,

Xaden seemed to nod in silent agreement, not reaching to stop Bodhi as he finally turned to leave. Garrick offered the younger boy a quipped smile before he turned towards his own dragon, which landed onto the flight field behind him.

Bodhi had begun walking back towards the building,

Where is she now? he asked of Cuir, knowing Asra would still be within communication reach.

Half way down the hall, her body is weakened. Do something. Cuir was clearly being edge on by your dragon, A demand most likely coming straight from Asra herself. Bodhi should have known you might have tried to come after him, if only to stop him from killing his own cousin.

I'm going. Cuir only seemed to chuff in his head,

Bounding back up the stairwell towards the dormitory, Bodhi slowed sensing you around the corner, funnily enough when he rounded the hallway he spotted you.

One arm brushing the wall for support, the other despite the sling it hung in, a hand was holding your side. The rib beneath screaming in protest of your movements and apparently your breathing as well. It was infuriating.

"You shouldn't be out of bed yet."

Bodhi shook off his anger with Xaden for now, you hadn't seemed to notice his approach yet. Stopping for a breather as your head swirled.

You glanced up at Bodhi, relieved to see him unharmed. You shouldn't have jerked your head up so suddenly, not ready for the sudden rush the blood would cause.

Your hand against the cool stone was the only thing tethering you, squeezing your eyes shut with a hiss of breath breaking through your clenches teeth you were vaguely aware of your body swaying.

"Y/n?" his voice was softer then usual, and closer then he had been moments before. Peeling both eyes open slowly, you could see the worry etched onto Bodhi's expression. His warm palms brushed your hip to limit the amount of swaying you did. Holding you in place, it was an effort to not gawk down at his hands.

You would have picked fun of him had you not believed you might pass out any second,

"Can you... Help me get back?" you pointed a finger behind you, in the direction of your dorm room.

"Of course."

You had been expecting him to loop your good arm over his shoulder and help you pathetically limp back down the hall. You hadn't mentally prepared yourself for him to wrap his arms around you, lifting you up off the ground.

You squeaked in surprise, Bodhi stiffens and you felt ever muscles along his chest and torso ripple with immediate affect.

"Sorry I didn't think... D-did I hurt you?"

There was a nervousness lining every edge of his body, It was an unusual characteristic for Bodhi. Even when he blinked down at you in worry, you struggled to push your words past the nervous lump forming in your throat.

"...no."

Bodhi very carefully adjusted his grip on you, the arm supporting your back pulling you closer into his chest, The one tucked under your knees tightened to keep your body as level as possible.

His warmth was encompassing your own, mixing to solidify the fact Bodhi Durran was now carrying you back to your room. Where he was going to lie you down on your bed, The thoughts that swirled your mind seemed to dull the ache of the injuries littering your body.

The bumps and bruises lost as you glanced up to watched him. The words stalled in you once more, as you became oddly aware of the tone muscles beneath his shirt. Your clothes being the only thing separating your hot skin from that direct contact you found yourself craving more and more.

"Is-" you swallowed hard, Bodhi continued walking slowing to let a couple other first years walk past. They eyed you up but said nothing, continuing on.

Bodhi glanced down at you, that usual unwavering confidence masking the nervousness that still clung to him like smoke.

"Is Xaden... Dead?" you couldn't help the hesitation in you. It hadn't been your intention for the two to fight.

Asra had filled you in on snippets of what was happening, but when you asked for the outcome she had fallen conveniently silent. The voices in your head convinced you it was your concern for the wing as a whole if Xaden were absent instead of Bodhi's personal welfare if he went head to head with the Wingleader that had you fighting the pain to leave your bed.

"He will live." Bodhi fought to bite back the word. 'Unfortunately', fearful it may give him away.

You nodded softly, hissing when the blood rush up the back of your head. The sound of your discomfort made him slow and pull you closer to him.

"Almost there." His voice had gone softer once more. As he rounded to the final edge of the hall. Slowing at your door he turned to push it with his back. It swung open, Moving inside he kicked it shut.

You glanced across. Noticing the much nicer interior,

"This isn't my room."

Bodhi moved across to the bigger bed,

"That's because it's mine."

Despite being friends long before every coming to Basgiath, you had never seen the inside of his room, never allowed yourself to get that close. Perhaps in fear of meeting another female inside or retreating our from within the dorm room.

When you went to question him, Bodhi smiles, rounding the edge of the chair

"My bed is far comfier," as if to prove his point, He began lowering you gently, the top sheet met your body first and the mattress under that sunk and molded to the lines of your body was utter bliss lifting your weight from the pressure of your injuries.

A moan of pleasure escaped you, one which you hadn't mean to release and Bodhi froze easing you onto the bed. As horror overtook you.

You had moaned right into his ear.

His face was inches from you, as he unraveled his arms from behind you.

"I know my bed was comfy, but didn't expect it to entice such sounds from you."

You face and body heated and you would have blamed it on the injuries and bruises around you, but the heat that built in your core you couldn't deny it.

Bodhi chuckled lightly, easing himself to sit away from you on the bed.

"I'm going to start accompanying you to sparring practise." That nervousness seemed to have eased away being replaced by something more you couldn't place.

"I could have taken on anyone else." The words were for yourself and him, unwilling to believe you had let yourself and your squad down with your weakness on the mats.

"Xaden shouldn't of had you fighting. Don't worry, It won't happen again." the utter conviction in his tone, it's unbreaking truth, shot shivers up your arm.

Bodhi gave you one final smile, easing up he places a soft kiss to your brow, the air stuttered out of you. You clamped your mouth shut to hide it. Sparing yourself anymore embarrassment for today.

"Get some rest Y/n."

You eased down as he began to move towards the door,

"Wait-"

Bodhi froze, glancing at you from over the curve of his muscled shoulder.

"Where will you sleep? I can't just take your bed"

Bodhi seemed to take a second,

"I'm fine with the chair for a few nights. You need the bed more."

And with those final words, Bodhi gripped the door, knuckles white as if leaving you in this room was a challenge. Nodding once he slipped out.

You sighed settling down into the bed. Letting the silence to calm the roaring he had enticed in your blood, setting it alight.

Outside the door Bodhi exhaled deeply,

When you had made that sound in his ear he had fought all restraint to keep himself from clinging to you for longer, it had taken all his fraying self restrain to leave that room.

Every inch of his skin felt tight with an invisible tension.

"Fine with the chair. Really?"

Bodhi made his way towards him, passing Garrick who began making kissing sounds behind him.

Bodhi settled his stare to glare at Garrick. The smirking bastard had his relaxed form leant against the opposite hallway wall. Brow raised in amusment.

Bodhi tried to hide his own amusement, playfully shoving Garrick's shoulder, as he followed him down the hall.

"Damn man, you're pussy whipped."

"Fuck off"

Garrick's bellowing laugh echoed down the hall.

Despite his defence of it all, Bodhi couldn't deny his friends teasing, he was well and truly fucked because if today's incident had taught him anything it was that he had fallen for you and he had fallen for you hard.

And as Bodhi went in search of Xaden, he couldn't find any part him that was unhappy by the situation.

Not one bit.

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Breaks and Bruises

Summary: During a lesson on hand to hand combat, the reader receives a little more of a kicking than she bargained for, Bodhi is pissed to find her injured, having not admitted feeling for her he struggles to grasp with his panic for her safety.

Pairing : Bodhi Durran X Fem!Reader

Word count: unchecked.

Warning : swearing, angst, Bodhi losing his shit at Xaden, suggestive content towards the end, sexual tension,

Part 2

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You stood watching from the side, the mats in the middle of the room filled with bodies that danced around one another, matching hit for hit.

Xaden Riorson circled around the room, he was your Wingleader and one of the few third years present right now as almost the whole of second and first years were here sparring one another. Un unorthodox training session he had planned.

You observed from beside another group of first years all of you picking up ever snippet of information you could from the second years that fought before you.

Fighting stances, patterns, strikes. The older students did well, their bodies toned to become weapons bred for war.

You could be like that too, if you actually practised. The clipped tone of your dragon, Asralethia sided into your thoughts.

You should have put your shields up against Asra as Bodhi has taught you, but watching the other students bodies move in tandem to one another was a dance to be observed and respected. One which you just couldn't seem to look away from.

You have known Bodhi for years, and since arriving at Basgiath, bonding with Asra and surviving towards the end of your first year. You had managed to settle back into the relaxed nature of your friendship.

Not that you could just call it that. The older you both seemed to get the more you seemed to notice just how... Well how much you, desire Bodhi to be more then your friend.

Not that those thoughts had ever been shared beyond your own mind. Apprehension always got the better of you.

Perhaps if he-

You're always thinking about this boy, Focus girl. Asra's voice in your head brought you halting back into your own body once more. Present just as the girl in the mat before you flipped her opponent straight onto his back, his chest racked upwards as he tried to gulp air back into his lungs.

Get out of my head. You could sense Asra's snarl of disapproval rippled through the bond you both shared,

Get on one of those mats and I will. Your dragon's words were final and she seemed to build up her side of your shield.

When the guy on the mat at your front slapped a hand onto the padding beneath him, you tried to avoid Xaden's gaze.

He must have noticed you trying to slip away,

"Y/n you're up next, to the mat now"

You cast a scathing look towards him, Bastard. Xaden's answering smirk was an indicator that he knew exactly of your current thoughts. And found amusement within them.

You would have taken the chance to flip him off but the girl on the mat began to bounce on the balls of her feet, preparing herself as she looked you over once.

You didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her beyond her position as a third year, one of the few to attend this sparring today. She had made mince of the second year boy before you.

Stepping closer, you planted a foot into the circle, shifting to keep the space between your bodies for now, anticipating her movement.

When she didn't immediately swing for you, you feigned to the right, it did little more then rendering your own balance off centre.

Eyeballing from the side she waited for you to right yourself before moving, it was a tactic you should have foresaw and would have had you more time to prepare yourself.

Her balled fist collided with the side of her face, knuckles cracking into the bone of your cheek.

With shock you had little time to release yourself when she gripped your shoulders. Holding you in place as she brought her knees driving upwards into the line of your chest.

Even with the blood roaring in your ears you couldn't miss the sound of the surrounding group when they hissed in unison of your legs giving out under you. The collapse jolting you to your very senses.

Tensing the muscles in your legs, lower back and ass you spun on the mat using your opposite foot to push. Kicking for the girls feet.

Your shin connected with her calf, sending her to back flat land harshly against the surface of the mat. The air whoosing from her lungs with audible affect.

You danced away from her frame, the edge of the padding stopping you from backing up any further, you couldn't be pushed off. It never looked good, for anyone.

Xaden was circling the mats, keeping a close eye on where the two of you were sparring. The girl launched up from the ground, having caught her breath.

You knew she would come at you fast and hard but hadn't expected her to full on tackle you to the ground, trying to dodge it by stepping to the side, you only succeeded in putting yourself in an awkward position. When she collided with you, her shoulder had driven itself directly into your ribs,

Pain bloomed there but you hadn't any time to recover as you both went rolling to the floor.

With the weight of both your bodies you landed hard, the noise seemed to draw in more attention around the room. Other mats slowing to watch as this girl handed your ass to you on a plate.

It was a pathetic attempt to dislodge her from the position she had on you, straddling your torso she pinned your arms down one by one with her knees.

"Marked bastard" she leaned closer to spit the words in your face, her eyes narrowing on the relic swirling around your collar bone that rooted up from your arm.

Desperate to free yourself when she landed the first punch on your face. You could feel the warm rush of blood spilling from beneath the bone of your cheek.

Pushing all the effort you could into willing your muscles to work you drove your heel closer to your ass as much as you could, using the leverage it gave you to thrush your hips upwards.

Her face and upper body came flying towards your own, thrown off her own balance. You heard her curse as she tried to catch herself. Twisting your hips beneath her you used this moment to wiggle out from her grip turning to get upright.

She grabbed for you and despite you launching yourself out the way you felt her hand wrap around your forearm.

She jerked your arm back towards her before sharply twisting it. You screamed out as the muscles stretched to their limit,

Even with him across the room, you watched Xaden spin at the sound, wide steps eating up the space to come back to your mat.

"Cassandra!" His voice boomed but the girl didn't seemed to hear him, instead twisting hard on your arm.

The joint was screaming in protest, you tried to wiggle from her grasp, push against her but even the littlest of movements made you blanch with pain; white hot pain that send your vision rolling.

Somewhere in that time you had begun pleading with her to let go but still she refused to release you, Xaden was nearing the mat now, shadows swirling.

The pain only continues to build, until finally something gave way.

Something in your arm and shoulder ripped free and popped.

Cassandra dropped you in shock as she heard the audible sound that came from your joint, her eyes widening in surprise.

You had begun screaming at the pain that increased ten fold. You were aware of Asra speaking in your head but when you couldn't utter a response her end of the bond fell silent.

You ungracefully landed on the mat, good hand holding your injured shoulder. Breathing was becoming painful as you ribs which were clearly broken ached with even the smallest of movements.

You were struggling to see as the pain took everything, taking over every sense.

You would have cried out in pain when your whole body slumped forwards, giving your consciousness over to darkness.

- ❈ -

The pain was a dull ache, like a headache building behind your eyes. With the safety of darkness still blanketing your vision you could focus on the pain. Your face, shoulder and ribs, it had slowed the pain not as aggressive. Only when your blood pulsed did you shift in discomfort.

Still with your eyes closed you could only detect the noise of someone else moving when you did, someone sitting beside the bed.

"Y/n?" Heat bloomed in your core, you knew that voice anywhere. Peeling your eyes open and blinking to focus your vision.

Bodhi was up out the chair and beside you in seconds. He went to reach for your hand before stopping himself, expression shifting across the shadows on his face.

"I thought you said you weren't fighting today?" You could detect the concern in his tone, but he hadn't been there. Bodhi was supposed to have other duties to attend to today.

As though he spied your thoughts,

"Asra came to find Cuir when you stopped responding, she was worried about you" his face was clearly saying he too was worried.

He pinned you with his gaze, "What happened? I thought the first years were watching for today sparring tomorrow"

You nodded around the pain in your head that seemed to tether to the top of your spine.

"I thought I was doing alright considering she was third year. And -" you paused remember the words she had spat at you moments before she dislocated your shoulder.

Your hesitation only seemed to snag at Bodhi's attention, he brushed a knuckle across the top of your hand. Warmth coiled on the skin there.

Tell him. The tone of Asra's voice in your head left little room for debate. Even if you could detect the small degree of concern.

"She called me a 'marked bastard' while we were on the mats"

Bodhi sat up a little straighter. Out of many of the marked ones you always tried to be friendly to everyone despite their views on your group. It only seemed to anger him more at the thought.

"Who the fuck even let you on that mat?" He angrily drove his fingers through the dark curls on his hair. You would have got distracted by it if his expression hadn't shifted with utter rage.

"Y/n, who was it?"

The air lodged itself in your throat, you would hate to be the one that caused a fight between the cousins, despite their usual spats of disagreements. With the expression on Bodhi's face you could tell this wouldn't be like their usual arguments.

"Y/n-"

"Xaden."

You could see every inch of Bodhi go stiff. Eyes glazing over in thought, he was communicating with Cuir and you knew it.

Asra, where is Xaden do you know? You hesitantly asked,

The wingleader is on the flight field, she cuts her words off with a little more bite at the mention of Xaden.

Bodhi rose up from the chair and did something he hadn't done since you both were kids, leaning closer Bodhi pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Bodhi-"

"I'll be back shortly" he didn't say anything else before turning and walking out of the room.

You tried to push yourself up off the bed with one arm, but every muscle in your torso and spine rippled and screamed in protest.

Asra can you make sure they don't kill each other?. You let her hear the pleading in your tone.

I will keep your one safe. No promises for the Wing leader. It was clear to see exactly where she now stands with Xaden after he put you on that mat.

You couldn't only hope they didn't kill one another.

- ❈ -

Xaden had been hiding from his cousin on the flight field, he knew where Bodhi stood with his feelings on Y/n and he had no real reason as to why he put her on that mat. It was a mistake he shouldn't have made.

Bodhi was ignoring Cuir's encouragement as he strides onto the flight field passing the group from First Wing.

His tunnel vision was focused on the familiar figure near the centre of the field.

Speeding up his pacing, Bodhi reeled all his emotions as he drove back his arm. Xaden only turned quick enough to catch a quick glance of his cousin's fist before it collided with the side of his jaw.

He was sent rocking back as Bodhi scowled down at his cousin, going to forward another punch Bodhi swore out loud as Garrick intercepted and pulled him back.

"Get off me!" Garrick refused to let off, keeping his grip on Bodhi, the older boy had size on him and Bodhi would be stupid to swing for Garrick just to release himself.

There was a boom as two dragons landed nearby, a green and blue. Cuir and Asra. Y/n was probably keeping tabs by communicating through Asra. The blue watching every movement with a lethal precision.

Bodhi finally lifted both hands, palms wide in surrender. Garrick stalled a second before finally releasing him.

Xaden was rubbing at the bruise already blooming like blood along the bone. He wiggled his jaws, face contorting in discomfort.

Bodhi couldn't bring himself to care if it hurt. Xaden had put you on that mat. Couldn't think beyond the reasoning that you were hurt due to that fact.

"What the fuck Xaden?" He didn't need to elaborate further.

"I have no real reason for putting her on that mat" Xaden's head hung a little,

Bodhi looked ready to swing again Garrick shuffled on his feet, arms folded across his chest firmly. A muscle built barrier to keep the cousins from ripping into each other.

"That's bullshit" Bodhi wouldn't even attempt to hide the anger in his voice, not when he knew both older boys knew his feelings towards you.

"I'm so-"

Bodhi scoffed shaking his head, "Don't even try to apologise. That girl called Y/n a marked bastard."

Bodhi knew it would anger them as much as it had him. You felt things more deeply then other marked ones, who's brash nature tended to defend themselves against petty name-calling. It always ate away at you.

Bodhi knew he was right as Xaden shifted, dropping his hand away from his face when Garrick shot him a gruff look.

The girl is trying to leave the room.

Bodhi glanced across to watch Cuir, his dragon shifted on his front legs, Asra beside him still watching with her eyes narrowing in on Xaden, If Sgaeyl wasn't relaxed in the dried grass meter from Riorson, Bodhi might have expected Asra to bite Xaden's head off his shoulders simply from the way she watched him.

"I have to get back to Y/n." he stalked closer a step, Garrick seemed to let him take those inches closer,

"I don't care if you're my family or a Wingleader, You ever pull that shit again and I'll gut you where you stand."

Despite the weight of his words, Bodhi couldn't seem to bring himself to care what strain they put on his relationship with Xaden. Family or no, Wingleader or no. He shouldn't have put you on a fighting mat with a third year with way more experience than you. The resurfacing of those thought simply made his blood boil more.

Asra says the girl has made it to the hallway. Cuir still sounded as relaxed as ever,

Xaden seemed to nod in silent agreement, not reaching to stop Bodhi as he finally turned to leave. Garrick offered the younger boy a quipped smile before he turned towards his own dragon, which landed onto the flight field behind him.

Bodhi had begun walking back towards the building,

Where is she now? he asked of Cuir, knowing Asra would still be within communication reach.

Half way down the hall, her body is weakened. Do something. Cuir was clearly being edge on by your dragon, A demand most likely coming straight from Asra herself. Bodhi should have known you might have tried to come after him, if only to stop him from killing his own cousin.

I'm going. Cuir only seemed to chuff in his head,

Bounding back up the stairwell towards the dormitory, Bodhi slowed sensing you around the corner, funnily enough when he rounded the hallway he spotted you.

One arm brushing the wall for support, the other despite the sling it hung in, a hand was holding your side. The rib beneath screaming in protest of your movements and apparently your breathing as well. It was infuriating.

Bodhi shook off his anger with Xaden for now, you hadn't seemed to notice his approach yet. Stopping for a breather as your head swirled.

"You shouldn't be out of bed yet."

You glanced up at Bodhi, relieved to see him unharmed. You shouldn't have jerked your head up so suddenly, not ready for the sudden rush the blood would cause.

Your hand against the cool stone was the only thing tethering you, squeezing your eyes shut with a hiss of breath breaking through your clenches teeth you were vaguely aware of your body swaying.

"Y/n?" his voice was softer then usual, and closer then he had been moments before. Peeling both eyes open slowly, you could see the worry etched onto Bodhi's expression. His warm palms brushed your hip to limit the amount of swaying you did. Holding you in place, it was an effort to not gawk down at his hands.

You would have picked fun of him had you not believed you might pass out any second,

"Can you... Help me get back?" you pointed a finger behind you, in the direction of your dorm room.

"Of course."

You had been expecting him to loop your good arm over his shoulder and help you pathetically limp back down the hall. You hadn't mentally prepared yourself for him to wrap his arms around you, lifting you up off the ground.

You squeaked in surprise, Bodhi stiffens and you felt ever muscles along his chest and torso ripple with immediate affect.

"Sorry I didn't think... D-did I hurt you?"

There was a nervousness lining every edge of his body, It was an unusual characteristic for Bodhi. Even when he blinked down at you in worry, you struggled to push your words past the nervous lump forming in your throat.

"...no."

Bodhi very carefully adjusted his grip on you, the arm supporting your back pulling you closer into his chest, The one tucked under your knees tightened to keep your body as level as possible.

His warmth was encompassing your own, mixing to solidify the fact Bodhi Durran was now carrying you back to your room. Where he was going to lie you down on your bed, The thoughts that swirled your mind seemed to dull the ache of the injuries littering your body.

The bumps and bruises lost as you glanced up to watched him. The words stalled in you once more, as you became oddly aware of the tone muscles beneath his shirt. Your clothes being the only thing separating your hot skin from that direct contact you found yourself craving more and more.

"Is-" you swallowed hard, Bodhi continued walking slowing to let a couple other first years walk past. They eyed you up but said nothing, continuing on.

Bodhi glanced down at you, that usual unwavering confidence masking the nervousness that still clung to him like smoke.

"Is Xaden... Dead?" you couldn't help the hesitation in you. It hadn't been your intention for the two to fight.

Asra had filled you in on snippets of what was happening, but when you asked for the outcome she had fallen conveniently silent. The voices in your head convinced you it was your concern for the wing as a whole if Xaden were absent instead of Bodhi's personal welfare if he went head to head with the Wingleader that had you fighting the pain to leave your bed.

"He will live." Bodhi fought to bite back the word. 'Unfortunately', fearful it may give him away.

You nodded softly, hissing when the blood rush up the back of your head. The sound of your discomfort made him slow and pull you closer to him.

"Almost there." His voice had gone softer once more. As he rounded to the final edge of the hall. Slowing at your door he turned to push it with his back. It swung open, Moving inside he kicked it shut.

You glanced across. Noticing the much nicer interior,

"This isn't my room."

Bodhi moved across to the bigger bed,

"That's because it's mine."

Despite being friends long before every coming to Basgiath, you had never seen the inside of his room, never allowed yourself to get that close. Perhaps in fear of meeting another female inside or retreating our from within the dorm room.

When you went to question him, Bodhi smiles, rounding the edge of the chair

"My bed is far comfier," as if to prove his point, He began lowering you gently, the top sheet met your body first and the mattress under that sunk and molded to the lines of your body was utter bliss lifting your weight from the pressure of your injuries.

A moan of pleasure escaped you, one which you hadn't mean to release and Bodhi froze easing you onto the bed. As horror overtook you.

You had moaned right into his ear.

His face was inches from you, as he unraveled his arms from behind you.

"I know my bed was comfy, but didn't expect it to entice such sounds from you."

You face and body heated and you would have blamed it on the injuries and bruises around you, but the heat that built in your core you couldn't deny it.

Bodhi chuckled lightly, easing himself to sit away from you on the bed.

"I'm going to start accompanying you to sparring practise." That nervousness seemed to have eased away being replaced by something more you couldn't place.

"I could have taken on anyone else." The words were for yourself and him, unwilling to believe you had let yourself and your squad down with your weakness on the mats.

"Xaden shouldn't of had you fighting. Don't worry, It won't happen again." the utter conviction in his tone, it's unbreaking truth, shot shivers up your arm.

Bodhi gave you one final smile, easing up he places a soft kiss to your brow, the air stuttered out of you. You clamped your mouth shut to hide it. Sparing yourself anymore embarrassment for today.

"Get some rest Y/n."

You eased down as he began to move towards the door,

"Wait-"

Bodhi froze, glancing at you from over the curve of his muscled shoulder.

"Where will you sleep? I can't just take your bed"

Bodhi seemed to take a second,

"I'm fine with the chair for a few nights. You need the bed more."

And with those final words, Bodhi gripped the door, knuckles white as if leaving you in this room was a challenge. Nodding once he slipped out.

You sighed settling down into the bed. Letting the silence to calm the roaring he had enticed in your blood, setting it alight.

Outside the door Bodhi exhaled deeply,

When you had made that sound in his ear he had fought all restraint to keep himself from clinging to you for longer, it had taken all his fraying self restrain to leave that room.

Every inch of his skin felt tight with an invisible tension.

"Fine with the chair. Really?"

Bodhi settled his stare to glare at Garrick. The smirking bastard had his relaxed form leant against the opposite hallway wall. Brow raised in amusment.

Bodhi made his way towards him, passing Garrick who began making kissing sounds behind him.

Bodhi tried to hide his own amusement, playfully shoving Garrick's shoulder, as he followed him down the hall.

"Damn man, you're pussy whipped."

"Fuck off"

Garrick's bellowing laugh echoed down the hall.

Despite his defence of it all, Bodhi couldn't deny his friends teasing, he was well and truly fucked because if today's incident had taught him anything it was that he had fallen for you and he had fallen for you hard.

And as Bodhi went in search of Xaden, he couldn't find any part him that was unhappy by the situation.

Not one bit.

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Will the fenrys fanfic be finished sometime in the future?🩵

To be honest with you, I'm not sure when exactly I'll finish it.

As the plotline is currently sitting in the Kingdom of Ash timeframe I don't have a huge amount left, but I do add my own things as well.

I'm rereading some of Sarah's books right now (not all of them) so I can read House of Flame and Shadow, and am chipping away at chapters and their planning now. I have everything laid out for Fenrys storyline so I just need to write it 😂

But I should have another chapter in the next week or so. Once I get a little more of my College work out the way.

Thank you so much for the ask, I always appreciate it when I hear from people,

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I've discovered my love for this man. Omg

by your side - b.d.

Bodhi Durran x girlfriend!reader Your friends suggest that your recent bouts of nausea might be something more, and it sends you into a spiral, but Bodhi is there for you, as always. [requested] wc: 1.1k 🏷: no spoilers this time? set toward the beginning of Iron Flame (his third year and yours). descriptions of vomit / nausea, anxiety, one (1) reference to sex. healthy established relationship between reader and Bodhi :) writing this one was fun because I know exactly how it feels (it sucks lmao)

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Imogen says rather indelicately, patting your back as you heave into the grass at afternoon formation for the third time in three days, “but is there any way you could be…”

You blink once, twice, realizing what she’s implying, and the mere idea has your stomach turning again, but there’s nothing left in your system - you haven’t been able to keep food down for days.

“Imogen,” Sloane scolds from your other side, still holding your hair back from your face, “we agreed that now was not the time.”

You take measured sips from your waterskin, trying to rinse the acid from your throat, but the burning feeling doesn’t subside.

You look to Violet, who remains quiet as the grave.

“I agree that it’s a possibility,” she says carefully. “But either way, we’re here for you, and I know he will be too.”

Oh, gods. You hadn’t even considered having this conversation with Bodhi yet. What would you even say to him? Hey, I know we’re in military school and doing this whole double-agent-arms-dealing thing on the weekends and there’s a very real chance that neither of us will make it to next month, but I think I'm pregnant with your child?

The women you’ve come to regard as younger sisters can sense that you’re spiraling.

“He’s a good man,” Sloane says, rare praise from her, “and he loves you. You’ll find a way to get through this together, whatever it is.”

You’re too drained to argue, but that doesn’t stop the swirl of thoughts in your head. 

You, Bodhi, and a child.

Maybe in another life, where the both of you hadn’t been conscripted to Basgiath, and you weren’t in mortal danger all the time… but even then, you’re barely adults yourselves, and your parents won’t be able to help you from the grave. You’d be doing this entirely on your own.

You shake the feeling off. Today is a Saturday, one that you have free. You’ve completed your assignments already. You’ll try to sleep this off, you decide, and if that still doesn’t kick it, you’ll see a healer. 

Sleep comes easily with how exhausted you are, but it does not show you mercy.

Muscled arms cradle a bundle of blankets. You recognize the swirling pattern of Bodhi’s relic easily, having spent many nights tracing the black ink with your fingertips as you lay beside him in the afterglow.

There’s a soft sound of discomfort from the baby. “Shh, darling,” he soothes, rocking them gently. “We don’t want to wake your mama.”

A hand rests on his shoulder; Xaden’s. “She looks just like you,” he says quietly, a soft smile on his face. 

A tiny hand peeks from the blanket, stretching to grasp Bodhi’s finger, which now bears a silver wedding ring.

You shake yourself awake, heart pounding as you move to sit up.

There’s a knock at your door. “It’s me.” Bodhi.

“Come in,” you reply weakly, and you hear the lock click — the day you had moved in, Xaden helped you ward it so that only you and Bodhi could open the door, doing the same for Bodhi’s room down the hall.

“Vi said you weren’t feeling good, so I brought you dinner,” he says gently, sitting on the side of your bed and touching a hand to your cheeks. “No fever,” he observes, kissing your forehead, and continuing to check you over for injury.

You’re going to cry. “Bo,” you say quietly, “I need to talk to you.”

“Anything, darling.” He says, ready to listen, and your heart twists hearing the same petname he’d called your daughter.

“I don’t know if it was a vision or just a dream, but…” you swallow, the words getting stuck in your throat.

Bodhi stills beside you, fearing the worst. 

Your signet gives you clouded images of the future, but they usually aren’t happy sights. You’ve come to talk to him about your visions in the middle of the night many times, as distressed as you are now. 

“What did you see?” He asks gently, taking your hands in his.

“You, holding a baby girl. Xaden was there, too, but I woke up before I could see anything else.”

He doesn’t follow.

“I’ve been throwing up for days, and I think… I think I might be pregnant,” you whisper, eyes brimming with tears. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Oh, darling, don’t apologize.“ He pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “I love you, and I will be by your side every step of the way in either case.”

His words of reassurance are the last straw, and you finally start to cry, your tears dampening his collar.

“I’m going to stay right here, for as long as you want me to, and then we can go see the healers, together.”

You nod against his shoulder, too exhausted to respond.

Every step of the way.

He holds your hand all the way across the bridge to the other side of the college, only letting go when a kind older woman in pale blue healer’s robes comes to take you into an exam room.

You stay quiet as she takes your pulse, listens to your heart, and goes through the motions of a physical.

“You appear to be reacting to something you’ve been eating or drinking.” She diagnoses, handing you a small paper bag with medicine to take. “This should help.”

“So I’m not…,” you trail off, and she knows exactly what you mean. She’d seen how terrified you were walking in here, hand in hand with your boyfriend, and instantly realized what you were concerned about.

“Not with child,” she confirms with a knowing smile, and a weight is lifted from your shoulders. Thank Zhinal. 

Bodhi is still waiting outside. He stands as soon as he sees you, ready to draw you into a warm embrace.

“It was those damn berries,” you say, shaking your head, and he laughs, no doubt feeling the same relief as you. The rich sound soothes every nerve in your body.

He tugs you closer, wrapping you in his arms. The paper bag crinkles between you. “The moment we graduate, I’m marrying you.”

“What?” You ask, stunned.

He pulls back so he can look you in the eye.

“I thought about it while you were with the healer,” he says, as if it’s that simple, “and I decided that I want to be there for you for the rest of my life. Through all the visions, good and bad.” 

You smile up at him, pure happiness flowing through you. “I love you, Bodhi Durran.”

“I love you more, darling,” he says, tucking the bag into a pocket of his flight jacket and taking your hand. “Now, I snuck you an extra piece of cake from dinner, and if you aren’t going to eat it, I will.”

You burst into laughter. Yeah, you decide. This is the man you want by your side forever.

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Please, don't need to apologize 🥺

i was going to message you to, I'm started to worry, but when I saw the chapters i was like ??????¿???!???¿ OMG WHAT THE HELL DID I DO

But again, don't worry 🤣🤣🤣 this happens, and tumblr sometimes bug

Yes, i start to read again, i love them so much 🥹💕

I'm goood (better now), and you?

Well I'm glad you're choosing to reread.

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And I'm doing great! Busy with college and trying I get something written but super hyped about the new Crescent City.

It's the main reason I haven't posted in a while, I've been rereading in preparation.

But I'm excited to finally read it, so I can plan more into my plotlines for that and my Acotar one and the overarching plotline I do have going on in the background....

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I was going to message you, see if everything was alright, was not like you to not read the chapters. Think there is maybe 3 or 4 you've not read. Apologizing now.

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A Snowy Starfall

Daddy!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Batbabies waging their OWN snowball fight imitating their dad & uncles. Some take it too seriously, others don't take it seriously at all, it's pure chaos that ends in cocoa.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,003

Notes: Happy Holidays my loves 💙

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“Come on, you three,” you tut towards your mate and his friends. They’re standing before the large glass windows overlooking your backyard. The sun casts deep oranges and reds across the snow-ridden land, your children shrieking as they play in the snow. A valiant snowball fight is running its course, and Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand stand, faces pressed to the windows as they watch, quietly cheering their children on. “They’re going to notice you staring.”

“Maybe they already have,” Feyre adds from her spot at your kitchen counter. She’s concentrating intently on decorating a cookie, adding swirls of black icing to the gingerbread woman’s hand, creeping up her extended arm. The cookie’s dress is provocative, bare dough legs showing between slats of laced icing. She hardly glances up as she continues, “They’re probably imitating them as we speak.”

Curious, you peek out the window, too. Indeed, Wren and Baz have built a fortress in the snow to protect themselves from the onslaught of snowballs being thrown their way. Gideon and Nyx have joined forces against the two brothers, the latter packing the fluffy snow into tight, white balls, while Gideon launches their ammo towards your sons.

Your eldest daughter, Zuzu, and Nyx’s younger sister, Asteria, had joined the competition early on. They’d been a formidable team too, but grew bored of their brothers and cousin who were taking the snowball fight a little too seriously. Now, they are in the snow with little Castor, who had cried until she’d been let outside by her protective father, bundled up in so many clothes her wings nearly disappeared into the fabric. The girls are making snow angels, though Castor’s looks very much like a circle on the lawn.

Dark streaks dart behind the wall your sons have built and you frown, watching as Baz’s shadows help roll clumps of snow closer, creating perfectly circular snowballs. From what you’d heard from your husband’s friends, using shadows was against any and all snowball fight rules.

You cut Azriel a glance but he’s conveniently occupied, watching the game outside.

“Well, at least they’re both on the same team,” you comment to your mate, who refuses to let his gaze stray from the little boys. Good, he can watch them while he does the dishes then, since there’s a window above the sink. You pat him on the ass, nodding towards the mess of dishes in the sink. He nods in response, loping quickly over to peer out the window again. “So they’ll either both lose or both win.”

“They’ll both win,” Az responds immediately, a quick but pointed look your way. “They do take after me.”

Cassian scoffs behind you and you turn to see a scowling Nesta shooting him a look as he tries to steal a cookie. Jax giggles in her lap at his uncle's antics, but when Cassian hands him part of the cookie and its head falls off, Jax’s smile wobbles. He’s not outside due to the nature of his powers. As an empath, sensing the competitive nature of his siblings and the sting of a snowball to the face, it had been in his best interest to be inside around the luscious scents of cookies and warmth, instead of out in the bitter snow.

Nesta coos, bouncing him, and Cassian is thankful for the distraction, slipping further down the counter to where the High Lord sits, trying—and failing—to gain his mate's attention. The commander slips an arm around Rhys’ shoulders and glares at the back of Azriel’s head, continuing his complaining. “The only reason you’ve won so many is because of those damn shadows, Az.”

Azriel throws over his shoulder, wincing as Baz takes a snowball to the face, his face going red with fury. “How was I supposed to know they were unaffected by the magic restrictions?” he claims, sending said shadows out into the yard once he sees Baz’s slipping through the snow, headed for the icicles hanging off the railings of the porch. His intercept his sons in a display of authority, spearing them into blackened mist. Baz glances up to the window, locking eyes with his father, who wears a look of warning on his face, brow raised. Azriel watches his son visibly huff and take his anger out on the snow, building a ball and launching it across the playing field in frustration.

His gaze cuts across the yard, narrowing his eyes. Gideon and Nyx are crouched low behind their own pile of snow, looking like they’re scheming. He wants to trail his shadows in their direction, listen in on their conversation, but he’s alerted to Malos’ whines from the other room. If one of his youngest is awake, they either both are, or will be soon.

“Malos is up,” Az tells you softly, shutting off the water to the sink. He wipes his hands on a towel and kisses you gently on the cheek. You’re mixing color into icing for the cookies, getting ready for when it’s too dark out for the children to play. They’ll get all cleaned up and have some hot chocolate to warm their bellies, and you, Feyre, and Nesta have baked cookies for all of the children to decorate. “I’ll get them.”

“I’ll join,” Cassian answers, stealing another cookie off of a platter. He dunks it into your icing to the neck, the cookie dripping with sugary goodness as he lifts it to his mouth, shoving it inside. He ducks under your glare. “Gotta go get my baby.”

Cassian and Nesta’s youngest daughter, Sif, had been put down for a nap with both Knox and Malos. She’s still a little too young to be outside without supervision, and the eldest children of the Inner Circle demanded time outside without their parents, probably because they knew their fathers would try and take over their snowball fight had they been outside. They didn’t want any tips or tricks, not even your children, even with Azriel’s hundred of wins beneath his belt.

Jax climbs from Nesta’s lap over Rhys who lets out a harsh exhale when his knee lands a little too close to his private area, and then over to Feyre, who finally sets her cookie down to scoop your middle son in her arms.

“Pretty,” Jax comments, pointing at her decorative cookie. It looks just like her, and there’s one next to it that looks a little like Rhysand. Purple dots for eyes stare up at him. “Uncle Rhysie?”

“Good job, Jax,” Feyre coos, pressing kisses to his cheeks. They pink with a blush and he settles into her arms, looking utterly at bliss. He revels in the warmth of her emotions, the pride surging through her. It feels like warm bubbles in his chest, and he noses at her collar.

“Look who’s ready to party,” Azriel announces, entering the room, arms full with your two youngest children, Malos and Knox. Knox still looks a little sleepy, head resting against Azriel’s shoulder, cuddling into his warmth. His tiny wings are droopy with sleep, and his twin sister, Malos, is already reaching for the cookies. 

Nesta is quick to scoop her away from Azriel. She claims not to have a favorite niece, but Malos and her have an understanding. You see more of Nesta in Malos’ personality than any of the children of the Inner Circle, and you’re extremely happy that they have such a close connection. 

“Hi baby,” you greet Knox, who is signing mommy to you. You ease him out of Azriel’s arms, who promptly returns to his position in front of the window, pressing exaggerated kisses to his chubby cheeks. It makes him smile wide, flaring those wings that he hasn’t quite figured out how to control. “Are you ready for some yummy cookies?”

His dark eyes light with excitement. Of course your children are ready for sweets, they always are. They picked that up from Azriel, who has the biggest sweet tooth you’ve ever seen.

Cassian reenters the room with his daughter in his arms and Rhys pouts. Almost everyone in the room is preoccupied with a child in their arms, except for him. Maybe he can convince Feyre to have one more. The youngest children in the family are two now and he misses having a tiny babe around.

By the heated look in her eyes, his mate seems to be considering the same, sneaking past those shadowy walls in his mind to catch a glimpse of his thoughts. The High Lord smirks. He sends her over some imagery to go with his thoughts, and her cheeks go red. That hot look turns into one of warning, and she’s speaking out loud now, “Why don’t you call the children inside so they can get warmed up and decorate some cookies?”

“Of course, darling,” Rhys sweeps from his seat in a wisp of darkness. 

Breaking a cookie in half, you give part of it to Knox, who signs thank you, munching on the sweet. The other half is passed to Malos as you head towards where your mate is finishing up the dishes, leaning against him for a moment, reveling in all of your family happily together.

“I love you,” Azriel murmurs into your hair, leaning over to sneak a bite of Knox’s cookie. Your son stares up at his father with wide eyes, and like this, he looks just like Az. It makes your heart warm, and Jax squeals in happiness in response, your happiness radiating to him. It makes your grin wider, peeking over your shoulder to see him so content in his aunt's arms. 

“I love you too, Az,” you whisper back to him, resting your forehead against his. 

It’s a nice moment, until the children from outside are wrangled through the door by Rhys. The boys are arguing about who has won their snowball fight, while the girls are peeling away their winter gear, excited to decorate cookies with icing and sprinkles and the edible petals Elain had given you before her trip to the Summer Court with Lucien. 

“Now, now, boys,” Rhys starts, but the diplomatic tone he’s using does nothing to deter the cousins from arguing. “I’m sure we can come to a consensus without yelling and acquiescing.”

“But Baz used his shadows,” Nyx complains, wringing his gloves between his hands in frustration. “We all saw it.”

“Nyxie, don’t be mean to Baz,” Wren counters, brows furrowed. He doesn’t like it when his family argues, especially over trivial things. His heart is so kind. “You can win the snowball fight if you want, but Baz and I are gonna win the cookie decorating contest, right Bazzy?”

“No,” Baz says flatly, dropping his gear onto the floor. You give him a look but he almost seems un-bothered by it, done with the debate his cousins are currently having. “We won the snowball fight and we’re going to win the cookie decorating contest.” 

You share a look with your mate, watching the scene unfold. Baz is quite the Stubborn Suriel, no matter what it comes to.

“Dad,” Nyx groans, “Can’t you do something?”

Cassian is the one who comes to the rescue, Castor reaching up at him for her sister. He helps the little one down and the older one with her undressing, peeling her thermals off layer by layer. “It’s not about who won, right boys? It’s about spending time and having fun with the ones you love.”

Feyre, Nesta, and yourself awe at his words, but Azriel and Rhysand are rolling their eyes and muttering under their breath at Cassian’s cheesy words. 

“What a kiss ass.”

“Smug fucker.”

“Azriel,” you hiss, turning your body away from him, like that will hide Knox from his vulgar words. “Language.” 

He winces, “Sorry love.” 

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now, bouncing Knox in your arms a little as you turn fully from your mate. You poke Knox’s belly playfully before addressing the rest of the room. “How about those cookies, then? They won’t decorate themselves!”

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Body Guards

Summary: Follows the scenes of Soraya catching the eye of a boy for the first time. Plus her brother and friend's reactions.

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Swearing (can't think of anything else)

Ages: Soraya, Elion & Arien; 17, Nyx; 21, Eirian; 20

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Soraya plays with the small shadow that curls around her wrist, vaguely aware of the twins behind her. Arien's shadow tickled the inside of her arm as it curled upwards following the trail of her veins.

The group of them were making their way to the house of wind. Or would be once they met up with her brother and eldest cousin.

The resident of Velaris shot kind smiles and greetings to the inner circles kids as the walked through the market. Nyx and Eirian had gone into the Rainbow earlier in the day, to meet with the High Lady, her mother. They had planned to come back and meet with the trio once they finished.

Soraya swirled a slender finger around the shadow, Arien was a few paces behind her, no doubt keeping his twin from wandering off, She spent most of her time around them, and that hadn't changed in the past seventeen years. The three of them would often not be found apart from one another.

Slowing to a stop, Soraya turned to watch Arien drag Elion away from a stall, both sets of Illyrian wings splaying around them,

"Come on dipshit."

"Language." Soraya hissed, as a few nearby residents watched the pair of twins.

"Oh come on Raya" Elion shook off his brothers grip, wings curling back in to tuck behind his shoulders, he stopped to rest an arm on her shoulder. "You love our dirty mouths"

Soraya elbows his body away, he massively outweighed her by muscle and both boys knew this, Arien stopped before her, watching,

"I've called him worse, let's be honest."

She didn't deny his words, but tried to hide her smile. The shadow curled into her wrist, tickling the skin up her arm until she laughed.

Soraya tried to resist it but when Elion twisted a finger into her rib, her laughter only grew drawing the attention of those around them.

Arien chuckled watching his twin as he forced the laughter from their friend, he enjoyed the sight until a small shadow curled onto his shoulder, whispers flowing into his ear.

He couldn't help the spike of protectiveness the words inflicted within him, turning to scan the crowd behind them, Arien's eyes watched the Fae male. He was around their age and of a slimmer build in comparison to himself and Elion. He was staring longingly at Soraya.

Elion had sensed the shift in his twin, rising slightly he met Arien's gaze when his brother shifted to block Raya from view.

When she finally stopped laughing, Soraya noticed the tensed demeanor of her cousins, "What is it? What's wrong?" Her purple eyes scanned Arien, The young Shadow-singer glaring at something over his shoulder.

Soraya shifted to glance around his frame, she smiled at the male that stood across the market, she had forgotten his name but he had introduced himself to her the other day when she had been wandering around Velaris with Eirian, her older cousin had at the time encouraged it.

Soraya gave him a quick wave, Arien's eyes widened in panic and he grabbed her arm pushing it back down to her side.

"What do you think you're doing?" Elion hissed, he may have as well throw his sword at the other male,

Soraya scowled at them both, ripping her arm free, "Waving. Obviously."

Elion's hand slapped her up the back of the head, Soraya elbowed his ribs once more with a hiss,

"I met him the other day. He thought me rather cute." she hazard another quick look around her cousin. The twins looked at her as though she had sprouted a second head.

Just as Soraya was about to defend herself she growled lowly in agitation when she felt the presence of her older brother and cousin.

"Greetings all" Nyx said cooler, sliding to stand beside Arien.

"Did you know about this?" Elion whirled on the Heir of the Night Court.

Soraya watched her brother blink in confusion, staring at his sister for a second before turning to address the twins with his stare. Elion however beat him to it. Walking so that the male across the courtyard had become visible.

At the sight of Nyx, Soraya frowned as her admirer dipped into the groups passing him, disappearing from sight.

"That little shi-"

"Language." Eirian chided glaring at Elion with her slender arms folded across her chest. He stuck his tongue out at her,

Arien pulled lightly on Nyx's arm, "Did you know that a male confessed his affections for Raya?"

Soraya exhaled sharply at the reality that her brother, her overprotective and ass of an older brother now knew about the one thing she had tried to conceal from him of all people.

"What?" Nyx's voice was calm despite the expression of apparent shock he wore.

"Yeah!" Elion yelled, poking his finger into Raya's cheek, she swatted his hand, missing by an inch.

"They were blowing kisses at each other from across the market" Elion had blown it out of proportion and for that Soraya was glad her... admirer had already fled the scene. As Nyx's expression began to darken.

"He showed up again?" Eirian spoke quickly, the excitement in her voice not lost on anyone. Nyx's head snapped to stare widely at his cousin,

"You knew about this?"

Eirian flicked a unbothered hand at him, "Of course I did, I was there when he confessed the first time."

"The first time?!" Elion yelled,

Nyx finally turned to meet his sister's gaze, Soraya had a palm slapped across her face,

"Oh mother Kill me now."

"Leave her alone," Eirian pushed lightly against Nyx to get his attention, with a lifted brow, "Don't act as if you haven't had an interest in females cousin."

Nyx's eyes narrowed and he pointed a finger at her, "My drunk confessions were to be kept in strict confidence"

Soraya gaped at the revelation, "When did you get drunk?"

Nyx moved to pull away from Soraya's attention, "Now you've done it." Eirian smiled at him. Positively beaming. Soraya could hear Arien and Elion laughter as they began beating their wings, springing into the air.

"Hold on a minute," she tried to gather some sort of reaction from her brother, but Nyx simply grabbed her hand along with Eirian's and winnowed them to the boundary of the House of Wind.

When her feet firmly landed on flat ground once more, Soraya was already to continue the bickering when Arien and Elion landed onto the balcony beside her. Nyx took that as his chance to stroll away, Eirian staying behind.

"Still think we should beat the guy. He can't simply lay claim on our Raya."

She whirled on the twins.

"I am at a perfect age to admire and   be   admired."

Soraya walked up, ignoring the boys scoffs, looping her arms with her cousins Eirian began leading them into the House.

"Listen to you sounding all grown up" Nyx commented, smirking to Soraya as he held the door for them all to walk in. Soraya pulled a face at her brother when she passed, before dodging his foot as he tried and failed to trip her up.

"I don't understand why you boys are so frazzled by this. She is at a perfect age." Eirian spoke, her matter-of-a-fact tone commandeering the same attitude of her mother,

"Are you kidding me?" Elion jogged a pace to level his steps with their, Nyx fell behind to listen in.

"You are too young. End of discussion." Nyx added and by the smugness in his tone, Soraya could have guessed he had his arms folded across his chest. Swaggering the same smirk their mother often got mad at their father for.

"What's all the arguing for?" a gruff voice entered the conversation as the group wandered into the dining room of the house.

Soraya was about to explain to her uncle Cassian when Elion ran past, his wing nearly clattering off the side of Soraya's head if she did not have the prose to duck out the way.

"Raya has a male admirer, he confessed his love and everything!" his voice of distress caused Cassian to frown at his brother's children.

"He didn't confess his love" Eirian sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, an action Cassian had seen her mother do many a time. "He merely confessed a crush. That is vastly different."

None the less, Cassian must of felt obligated to investigate as he wore an expression of seriousness when he turned to the youngest of the group, Soraya smiled weakly at her uncle.

"I agree." Cassian confirmed assessing her with a single nod. "You are too young."

Soraya propped an elbow on the countertop, resting her chin on her knuckle.

"My mother was not much older when she met father." She narrowed her eyes, smirking

Cassian froze, the conversation with him. It appears she had somehow stunned him for words as the cogs began calculating in his head. Eirian giggled at her father, clearly lost in thought and without a defence.

Cassian rose smoothly from the table. Nodding to them all he paced out the room, "NESTA!"

The kids all couldn't help but laugh aloud, as their Uncle retreated to find his mate no doubt for back up.

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