#imogen x reader

[velvetlilacsdaisies]

Shit at Feelings ii

Bodhi Durran x Reader

Synopsis: Bonding with dragons? No issue. Killing venin? Unfortunate, but doable. Confronting your feelings towards your childhood best friend? No thanks.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Spoilers!! Swearing, reader being stubborn and both reader and Bodhi being lil dummies?? Lmk if I missed anything.

A/n: the end of 2023 kicked my booty!! Beginning of 2024 no better, but here is part 2! I was stuck on if some of part 3 was going to go in this one, but decided not to. Meddling Imogen, and dragon dialogue is included this part!

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The next day, you stretched with Imogen, returning from a morning run. Most cadets were still sleeping their hangovers off. Imogen said the best way to get over one was running it off. She had picked your lock and dragged you out of your bed this morning to do so. But you knew she just wanted to gossip about the night before.

“So you and Durran?” She had a smirk on her lips, tucking a piece of vibrant pink hair behind her ear.

Imogen only knew about whatever you felt for Bodhi, but with the way Rhiannon reacted last night you weren’t sure if you were discreet about whatever you felt in the first place.

“Not what you think.” You sighed, your arms over your head as you sat on the ground, leaning to one side. “We talked once everyone went to bed.”

She looked at you expectantly as she lifted a leg and stretched it behind her. “And?”

You clicked your tongue, leaning to the other side. “And he called me out on my bullshit.”

She laughed almost manically, earning her a pointed glare. “I’m sorry, sorry.” She then dropped her leg and lifted her other. “But you really left him high and dry.”

You grumbled, “I know and I feel like shit about it.” You stood up dusting your leathers off.

“Y/n, just tell him how you feel.” She shook her hands out.

“How do you expect me to tell him everything when I’ve been avoiding him for years because I’m too scared that something will happen once I spill my guts.”

“Gods, I get it. You’re scared, but you already almost died once without telling him. You think you shouldn’t say a little prayer to Malek and Amari that they gave you a second chance?” Imogen said sternly. “Also if it was anyone else you pulled that disappearing act with, you wouldn’t have the same mercy. But it’s Bodhi we’re talking about, and he would let you lead him to hell and back as many times as you wanted because let’s face it—you’re you. And for some fucked up reason he worships the ground you walk on like you were a god yourself.”

You didn’t know if the queasiness you felt was the hangover or how right she was. He would do anything for you. Even how shitty you treated him for the last two years. Last night proved that.

“He even risked smuggling your fucking sketchbook in so you could have something from home—“

“What?” Your jaw dropped.

The pink haired girl inhaled sharply. “Fuck I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

“He was the one that did that?” Your heart skipped a beat. Even when you had been so stubborn to avoid him, he thought of you? You had questioned the hell out of Garrick, Imogen, and Xaden for a week about it. You had never thought about the younger Riorson cousin.

“I hate being the middleman in your two demented whatever you got going on.” She sighed. “Listen, forget I said that or take that as a sign to pull your head out of your ass. I’ll see you at breakfast.” She patted your shoulder, leaving you alone in the courtyard.

Well you felt like the shittiest person ever.

You knew you needed to talk to him, and you couldn’t run and avoid him this time. As much as you wanted to hop on Clesaí’s back and ride very far away. Fuck.

You had spent an hour already mulling over the information you had just received. Then replaying the argument last night—which then led to remembering the very brief exchange with Bodhi in Aretia, ultimately leading you to the nightmare from Resson plaguing your thoughts. Like they had when you tossed and turned in bed last night, and the prior nights before that. By the time you entered the mess hall, your thoughts felt like nonsense.

He sat with Imogen at the end of the table filled with third years. They looked deep in a discussion, whispering only to one another. You gulped quietly, were they talking about you? You now knew Imogen felt like a middleman between the two of you, you wondered what he talked about to her. You tried not to overthink it as you reluctantly walked over.

As you reached the table, you could hear Bodhi saying something quite harshly. While the pink haired girl had the same expression she wore when she told you to pull your head out of your ass. It was obviously something he didn’t want you to hear because as soon as he saw you coming up, he stopped mid sentence.

“Can we talk?” You asked him, not bothering to greet the pair. He tensed, and you didn’t miss the look he tried to discreetly give your mutual best friend.

Imogen rolled her eyes, grabbing her things and getting up from the table. “I totally forgot Quinn needed help with something. Bye guys.” She gave a twinkle of her fingers before walking away with a smug look on her face.

You sat down, taking the seat Imogen had been in. “So,” you awkwardly tapped your fingers on the wooden table.

“So,” he repeated. “How was your morning run with Immy?”

“Brutal.” You replied. Why was this so uncomfortable?

“Listen, about last night—”

“It needed to be said.” You waved a hand nonchalantly. Your heart begged to differ, beating against your chest. “I was icing you out.”

“I didn’t mean to come off so harshly.” He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth nervously.

Was it possible for you to want a man more? Even during such an embarrassing display of emotion on your behalf? Trying not to focus on the fact you wanted to reach over and be the one tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, you stared at the wood grain of the table.

“I was stubborn.” You reasoned.

“Y/n Y/L/n, stubborn?” There was a tinge of amusement in his tone. “I guess there’s a first time for everything—I mean the taking accountability part at least.” You looked up, and saw him intently staring at you. Through the sarcasm, his brown eyes were warm like deep rich honey.

A ghost of a smile on your lips. “You know me better than anyone else apart from Imogen. The way I regarded you wasn’t fair.” You then contemplated your next words. “And I know—”

“Durran!” Dain walked over, Rhiannon, and a few other second and third year cadets behind him.

Bodhi flinched, shifting his attention to the group. “Yes, Wingleader Aetos?” He had icy malice as he took in Dain. You yourself could feel your anger rise when the third year came in your vicinity. He was the reason you had been in Resson, and why Liam and Soilel were dead.

Dain noted the unwelcome greeting from the both of you and faltered for a moment, heat flushing his cheeks. “We have a meeting.” He cleared his throat, straightening back up.

The man sat across from you glared over to the brunette man. “I’ll be right there.” He then turned back to you with a softer look in his eyes and an apologetic smile where the scowl was a moment prior. “Can we finish this conversation later?”

You could feel the eyes of Rihannon linger on the two of you, and you knew the others now were acutely aware of the interaction as well.

“Yeah, yeah. No worries.” You brushed it off, though disappointment filled you. You were finally getting somewhere, but you knew he couldn’t ignore the newly appointed wingleader.

You had been looking down in your lap, missing the subtle look back Bodhi gave you as he left with the group.

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Later had come and gone with no sign of Bodhi still. Leaving a lurching feeling in your heart, but you tried not to wallow in self pity too much. You had thought maybe you deserved to be stood up. But at least you didn’t run this time, and it was his move now.

“The male of your affection causes too much of a distraction for you anyway.” Cleasaí huffed in your mind. Rolling your eyes you focused on the sketchbook in front of you. “Makes you a lovesick puppy as you would say.”

“Am not,” you bristled.

It was late in the afternoon and you were spending time with Cleasaí in the flight field, avoiding everyone. You had brought a blanket to lay on as you laid back against her front leg. She protectively curled around you, sunbathing, leaving you with a sufficient amount of shade to look at your sketchbook.

“I’m assuming you’ve never had a dragon that captured your affection?” You spoke out loud.

She nestled her head on the ground, huffing again. “I’d rather not say,” you could sense the disdain in her bored tone. A sly smile crept on your face, leaning up and staring right at the green dragon, who had feigned resting her eyes.

“You have, haven’t you?” Egging for more info from the clubtail.

“We haven’t been seeing eye to eye for a year.” Was all she grumbled. “Speaking of not seeing eye to eye. Your human approaches.”

“He’s not my human.” You hissed quietly, looking up to see Bodhi was indeed walking towards you, his dragon Cuir following a reasonable distance away.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He offered you a lazy smile, careful to avoid eye contact with Cleasaí. “Cuir said he thought he noticed Cleasaí leave the Vale.”

Your dragon sighed in annoyance. “Busybody,” she glowered in your head, causing you to grin. Did she mean Cuir or Bodhi? “I meant the annoying green one, but your human is quite a busybody as well. He couldn’t have waited until you came back from the flight field?” This caused a genuine laugh to escape your lips.

Bodhi only gave you a nervous look, “I hope she’s not talking about me.”

“You can tell him yes.” She grunted.

“No, she's just grumpy.” You lightly patted her scaly leg causing her to grunt again.

“How’s her claw?” He asked, scanning the injured back leg of hers.

“None of his business or that one’s over there.” She chuffed, baring her teeth toward Cuir. You didn’t know why she was persistent on one of her own den members not knowing of her condition.

Rolling your eyes, ignoring her. “She's doing better. She should be clear when lessons start again.”

Bodhi had a tight lipped smile on his own face, his shoulders shaking in laughter. Cuir whipping his head annoyed several yards behind him.

“I’m sorry, he can be quite the worrier especially over—”

An audible growl came from your dragon, earning a suspicious look from you.

“What is going on with you?” You scolded Cleasaí mentally.

“Worry about your own human afflictions.” Was all she said down the bond.

The man glanced at the book in your lap, and a grin spread across his cheeks. “You’re drawing in your sketchbook again?” He took a seat across from you on the ground, careful to not be too close to your dragon. Cuir had done the same in the distance.

You blushed slightly, “there’s a new sentimental value to it.” You chewed on your bottom lip, looking up at him. Bodhi had a gleam you couldn’t place in his eye, and his cheeks were blushed slightly too. You couldn’t help but smile broadly at his coyness. “I know you’re the one that brought the book back.”

“Who? Me? Why would I do that?” He propped his knees up, holding his forearms on them as he gazed up at the late afternoon sky.

He had always looked the handsomest during golden hour, your favorite features of his were enhanced. The tones of the setting sun had embraced his face, his eyes warm with gold flecks scattered throughout, and his onyx curls radiating chocolate brown undertones.

You tucked your hair behind your ear, “I don’t know I was wondering the same.” The broad smile painted on your face tilted downward.

“I thought maybe it would’ve been a dead giveaway, and you would have taken it as an olive branch.” He suggested, turning back to you.

You were thumbing at the page that it had been on, the textured parchment. Boy, were you an idiot.

“I thought you hated me or would have been tired of me by now.” You admitted.

“Why would I feel either of those things Y/n?”

“Because you offer me all this patience and kindness that I don’t deserve.” You said exasperated. “And in return I offer stubbornness and do everything in my power to avoid you.”

He chuckled dryly, “haven’t you realized? I don’t care.”

“Well I feel like you should.” This would be an argument that you wouldn’t let go. Screw Amari or Malek giving you a second chance, you didn’t feel worthy of that chance. Nor did you want to see anything happen to Bodhi if you were to accept him back into your life.

“Well, unfortunately I can’t control how I feel,” He looked back at the sketchbook in your lap. A smirk creeping onto his lips. “And apparently neither can you.”

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrow raised at him, and he only made a subtle gesture to the book. You looked down, your cheeks turning bright red.

You had been aimlessly sketching, not thinking too much about what you were putting on paper. It started as just a pair of eyes, but then turned to a full blown portrait of a man. Not just any man though, it had a striking resemblance to Bodhi.

Who were you trying to fool? It was him. From the crinkle by his eye when he’s amused to the unruly curls that always fell in his face.

“That’s all I need to know,” the smirk had turned to a shit eating grin.

You kept opening your mouth trying to respond, but you were left speechless.

“You can’t pull your shit anymore, Y/l/n.” He lifted himself off the ground, wiping the dirt off his leathers standing.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shake your head furiously, finding your voice finally.

You wanted to wipe the cocky look off his face desperately. “Whether you admit it or not, you can’t hide from me anymore.” He responded so cooly, it made you grit your teeth irritatedly. “Don’t worry, Y/n/n your secret’s safe with me.” He teasingly held his hand over his heart. “It’s rather endearing.”

“Bodhi,” you groaned. You could feel the heat evade your face and ears. “It’s not that serious—“

“Serious enough to me.” He didn’t let your annoyance faze him. “I’ll see you around.”

You rolled your eyes, watching him leave down to the main campus. Cuir takes off into the sky and back to the Vale, leaving you and Cleasaí alone again. Releasing a sigh of air that you hadn’t known you were holding when he got out of the ear shot.

‘Lovesick puppy.’ Your dragon had hummed amused. Deep chirping sounds audibly coming from her. Was she laughing at you?

“Me?” You were quick to turn and glower, your lip tugging upward in aggitatation. “How about we talk about you for a second? What the hell was that?”

‘It’s just sometimes the male greens can be so…” she paused. ‘Suffocating?’ She was choosing her words wisely. As though it seemed like she was hiding something, but not surprising you though. Cleasaí was rather secretive, it was what she was known for in the green den. A trickster of sorts, with cunning deception.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You pressed further.

She chuffed, “I’d rather not divulge that at the moment, but in due time...” She drew, sounding almost feline.

You knew better to argue, she was just as hard headed as you, and if you pushed her too hard, she’d push right back. Then that got you both nowhere. So you stood, gathering your things to retreat to your dorm and get ready for dinner and tonight’s shenanigans.

“Sooner than later, please.” You gave her an expectant look.

She got up, shaking out her scales and stretched a bit. “Yes yes sooner than later, don’t fret Lovesick puppy.”

“Stop calling me that!” You yelled over your shoulder as you retreated back to campus. You could hear the chuff she released in amusement in the distance as you descended the ancient stone stairs.

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Thank you so much for the patience and the support! Please do not hesitate to let me know your thoughts and feedback. Also like and reblog 🫶🩷🤠

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[randoimago]

Hi there! Could you please do headcanons on Ashton and Imogen with an s/o who’s an artificer/Wizard multi class? One who’s a bit of a workaholic? Thank you! :D

S/O Is an Artificer/Wizard

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Ashton Greymoore, Imogen Temult

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): And I thought Wizards were broke college students, but an Artificer/Wizard? I'd lose my mind trying to play that.

Ashton

He's dealt with Milo being busy on some project so he knows how to be somewhat patient. It sucks sitting still when he wants to cuddle or go hit something. You've probably had to ask him to leave the room a few times because he was just constant sighing and fidgeting while waiting on you.

Ashton can't believe when he watches you just spending so much gold on bits and pieces for machinery but then you spend more gold on paper and ink. He understands why you spend so much for your tinkering. But ink and paper? What the fuck is wrong with you? (he doesn't actually think something is wrong, he just thinks it'd be best to just cut your own tree at this point).

Don't get him wrong, when you do end up in combat or tense situations, Ashton very much appreciates the cool magic tricks you can do as well as the upgrades you've given everyone with your Artificer-ing. Will still make fun of you for being a nerd with your spending, but some of the things you do are pretty badass.

Imogen

A bit pouty when you're busy with your tinkering or scribing spells into your book. She would like to cuddle and spend some quality time together, but your nose in is a book or some machine parts.

She appreciates how much you do for all of them and she loves that you have hobbies and such that you love to do. But you need to rest. There have been many times where plates of food or water will appear on your desk, which was from Imogen setting them there but you were too focused to notice. She'll absolutely scold you if she ever finds it untouched.

Imogen has definitely sat in between you and Laudna as you both debated upgrades or creations of "girlfriends" for Pate. She's watched you help build her a scary cute dollhouse for him. It was a very interesting thing to witness, but she's glad that her two soulmates are getting along.

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#Anonymous #critical role x reader #imogen x reader #imogen temult x reader #ashton greymoore x reader #ashton x reader

[danikamariewrites]

would you be willing to do a hc for dating Imogen?

Dating Imogen headcanon

Imogen x reader

A/n: I love her she’s my strong no nonsense girl 💗

Warnings: none

Imogen has such a strong personality you’re a little scared of her

Whenever she talks to you you freeze up and stumble over your words

Your friends, especially Violet, pick on you a little bc your crush on Imogen is so obvious

As you were leaving training one night Imogen grabbed your arm keeping you from leaving

Fight or flight kicked in and you flipped her

As pink hair came into view it was too late. You were already in motion to kneel on her chest

You let out a gasp as you land on her, “Gods, Imogen! I’m so sorry! I had no idea-“ you were cut off by her laughter. “You’re funny y/n/n.” You gave her a confused look

Quickly Imogen flipped you, your back softly hitting the mat as she gently laid you down. Imogen’s lips inches from yours. “How about me and you go into town this weekend, yeah?”

From then on you two were attached at the hip

You two do everything together

You even convinced her to let you help with a few missions here and there for the rebellion

Imogen helped you with your homework. It’s not obvious but she is very book smart

When she helps you study she rewards you with kisses

Imogen isn’t super touchy but she won’t complain if you hold her hand or any PDA

She does like to keep her hand on the small of your back when you’re out and around others

You two don’t always get the chance to do big romantic gestures

It’s the small things you do for one another that make you emotional

Like mentioning your favorite snack one time and finding it in your room after a long day with a sweet note from Imogen

You can tell when Imogen is stressed

Usually she doesn’t like to talk about what’s bothering her so you comfort her

You find Imogen pacing in her room with just the desk lamp on. She bites her nails when she’s nervous thinking. You frown, walking over to her wrapping your arms around her middle to stop her. “I’m here for you.” You whisper into her chest

All Imogen does is hug you back tighter, resting her head on top of yours

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[botanicalbard]

So Uhh just finished my last final and am now in fact crying. So I’m going to do head cannons of my Favorite Critical Role character’s comforting a stressed SO.

🎆 Imogen 🎆

She can feel your anxiety literally, although isn’t sure what to about it, Laudna is the comforting one.

She’s very big into words of affirmation to try and calm you down and lot’s of pet names largely Darlin’ Hun or Precious.

She copies what Laudna dose to soothe her after her nightmares, fetching you water, asking if your okay and just listening.

💠Beau💠

Definitely quick to notice your stress but is a little slower to do something about it, she trust you to handle it but if you’re over stressed will step in.

Literally just scoops you up and removes you from whatever is stressing you out. There’s no fighting her.

Will probably take you out for drinks and gets you drunk enough to talk about what’s bothering you, whatever it is she’ll handle it.

🌿Fearne🌿

Probably takes a bit longer to notice your stress but once she dose will not leave you alone until she makes you smile.

Tries little pranks to cheer you up, will steal whatever item she thinks is causing you stress. Uses Mister as a paper work begone machine.

“You should pet my ears they’re soft, it’ll help”

🔥Caleb🔥

Caleb is also stressed y’all two are kind of a mess(affectionate).

He sends Frumpkin to try and comfort you as he’s really awkward about doing it himself.

Will cautiously suggest he reads to you as a way to help soothe both of your nerves.

🏹Vex🏹

You will be going shopping with her immediately, no ifs ands or buts about it. She feels comfort in having things and wants you to have that too.

Lot’s of playful teasing but if that doesn’t work she very seriously puts her hands on your shoulders and says take a break darling.

Will send in Trinket good luck remaining stressed when getting literally bear hugged and hearing Vex laugh in delight at the sight.

🍭Jester🍭

What/Whomever is is stressing you out better be prepared for the absolute havoc Jester is going to wreak on them.

You will be brought various sweets until you feel better, the sweets get increasingly strange in nature she once brought something she claims is rock Candy but definitely looked like drugs.

She’s very much the kind to distract You should play a game with her or go visit her mom in Nicodranis. You’re sitting at a desk trying to get work done Nope she’s sitting in your lap.

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[saphirered]

*slides you a two dollar bill* May I ask for a male mastermind rogue x Imogen where the reader is trying to form the perfect plan to ask Imogen on a date but she already knows by hearing his inner thoughts.

*sneakily pockets the two dollar bill* 😝 I hope this contraband finds you well. Happy reading. 😘

The plan is perfection. Best one you’ve ever come up with. No way you’d ever be able to amount to this level again. You’ve reached your peak mastermind and you’re so ready. If all your future plans past this one are complete and utter failures it will have been worth it. You’ve done your research, asked around, exerted every resource to your disposal to assure this carries out the way you intend it to. Every potential hiccup has been accounted for, every stumble secured, every unpredictable circumstance predicted. You might be able to call yourself a diviner at this point with all the facets of probability you’ve found, explored and secured. There’s just no way this could ever go wrong. No way. No… Way…

You’d been more busy than usual, more secretive too, for the past few days. Imogen started getting concerned the second day in. It wasn’t beyond you to go into one of your plotting sequences, especially with the job up ahead but never this far in advance and you’d always be willing to share with your companions. You’ve never kept a single secret from her yet now you refuse to even tell her a single detail. Even your nonspecific answers have gotten more shabby and gibberish excuses of your usual capabilities. Imogen just felt a little worried. Your thoughts had been shouting at her but despite their loudness, were difficult to distinguish. So she focussed and dove a little deeper during dinner one day. What she heard, and saw, it was rather heartwarming and she has to say she feels a little guilty. 

First in your mind she found a shop. She decided to check it out. It was a flower shop with the most colourful flower’s she’d ever seen. Next she found some official papers. She didn’t really know what to make of those but they bore a seal similar to the one she’d seen on Lord Estheross’ paperwork. Next was a list or restaurants all providing delicacies, some difficult to find but all of them with some twist or another if not the authentic thing itself, of her favourite foods. Next came the memorised paths and schedules of what seemed like guards and scribes, soon after followed by a book. An all too familiar book. It’s that book that found its way to her first. 

You’d been off all day. Imogen hadn’t seen you since breakfast. This isn’t necessarily a worrisome thing but she’d been waiting in anticipation. A date. You were going to ask her on a date. She knew the plans but not the order and she might be clever but the way you plan, it’s a bit chaotic. She felt guilty for reading your thoughts and knowing what you were up to but at least there’d still be an element of surprise. She’s excited to see. Oh gosh, she’d never really been asked on a date and the only date she had to compare to wasn’t exactly a real nor great date. What if she blows it? What if it ends like it did with Pretty? Sure she never would have committed to the faux dating thing she shared with Laudna and Fearne because at the end of the day, they just went for it and she felt bad for leading the friendly ogre on for the sake of a distraction. For you that most certainly isn’t the case. She likes you and apparently you like her, enough to ask her on a date but what if you realise she’s not the one for you? Or what if it just doesn’t click or she makes a fool out of herself? Her insecurities come rushing.

“Your presence is requested this eve, Miss Temult.” A somewhat youthful looking fellow dressed in dark clothes that don’t particularly stand off save for the bright lilac bowtie they wear holds out a parcel packed neatly tied off with a similar coloured bow. Imogen has to fight the urge to laugh at the poor kid. They don’t exactly look comfortable wearing the lilac fabric around their neck and given their attire it certainly doesn’t match. Like a kid in their parent’s clothes but the kid doesn’t find it very humorous. Still they carry themselves with an awkward smile and a poor excuse of a good posture. 

Imogen opens the box and inside finds blueprints along with official looking documents. Given the closer look she sees that they are the blueprints to the Starpoint Conservatory and paperwork for access past the gates onto the campus. How the hell did you get those? She finds a note. 

‘Adventure lies ahead. Would you do me the honour of joining? 

Eyes deceive but minds perceive.’ 

They’re forgeries. That’s what you’d been up to and where the documents came from. They look as real as it gets. This must have taken ages to get right. 

“Your answer, Miss Temult? Or do you need more time to decide?” The kid asks pulling at the tie around their neck.

“Sure… Yes. My answer is yes.” Imogen is snapped out of her own mind and gives a straight answer. The kid seems relieved. 

“If you’d follow me.” And with that the kid leads the way outside of the tavern. A carriage is waiting. Borrowed from Lord Eshteross it seems but no less wonderful. So that’s why you felt so awkward about your visit to the lord. You had to spill the beans about your intentions. The kid opens the door for her and helps her in like a true gentle-person. She offers them an awkward smile. 

“You can take that off, you know.” She gestures to the bowtie and the kid lets out a thankful sigh of relief, quickly untying the fabric and stuffing it in their pocket as they close the carriage door. A tap to the side and the horses take off. Not too terribly long of a journey Imogen hears a thud on the roof of the carriage. Suspiciously she goes to look outside but in you come swinging through the window and land on the bench opposite to her. You’re dressed in your best. Where you managed to get this she doesn’t even dare ask because it definitely doesn’t belong to you. She can’t deny you look handsome in it but also a little out of place given how she knows you. You look like you’d fit in right with the upperclass in your silks, gold trims and crystal beads. There you are with a trademark smile and a slight flush to your cheeks. 

“Sorry I’m late. I uh- had some things to arrange.” You scratch the back of your neck nervously. Imogen doesn't think she’s ever seen you nervous. “So, how has your day been?” You try to calm your own nerves but your thoughts are practically shouting at her so she catches up on every single detail. 

“Good. My day’s been uneventful up until now that is.” She blurts out awkwardly brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Neither of you are sure what to do or say to pass the time. All of your own charisma seems to have been lost the moment you swung into the carriage and Imogen being Imogen doesn’t quite know how to handle herself in any sort of close quarters when feelings are involved. Did she just admit to her own feelings? Oh gods. Oh gods. Oh gods. 

“I’ve got some surprises for you.” Stay on track, dude. Stay on track. You didn’t plan all of this into the fine details to screw up because you got inexperienced teenager levels of anxious. 

“Hm-huh.” She nods biting her lips looking like a deer caught in the torchlight. Despite you being completely off kilter you still catch on to something there. Like Imogen knows more than she’s letting on. She might be a decently accomplished liar but she’s feeling anxious too and why would she feel anxious if she doesn’t know anything? 

She knows. Shit. She knows. 

“Yeah I do.” You didn’t realise you blurted your thoughts out until Imogen confirmed what you expected. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to read your thoughts and I didn’t want to ruin your hard work because you’ve put so much effort into this and that’s really nice and I don’t think anyone has ever done something this nice for me.” She rambles and the stress dissipates from the both of you now the cat’s out of the bag. Still there’s some nerves but not as disastrously paralysing as you’d been experiencing up until this moment. 

“I won’t deny, I’m a tiny bit disappointed you know what I’ve been up to all this time, but I still think I can surprise.” The carriage stops. You reach inside your breast-pocket, pull out some papers and unfold them. Next you stick your hand out of the window, cutting off the guard even asking for them. That guard sounded familiar to Imogen somehow. Once given the all clear the carriage begins moving again at a leisurely pace. Imogen looks outside. You’ve reached the Conservatory and are traveling down the path of the campus towards one of the buildings- towers, she corrects herself. This one doesn’t seem to match your blueprints. 

“We’ve got a change of venue.” The horses stop, a final halt and you open the door, offering Imogen a hand as you get out with a somewhat mocking bow. Who says chivalry is dead? Okay, maybe it is but at least you get to be funny about it and the smile it brings to her face is more than worth partaking in some severely outdated customs. You allow her to loop her arm through yours and guide her up the steps into the building. Imogen looks around. The room is beautiful, filled with books and devices she recognises to be ones used to study the skies. The ceiling holds a sky map and each star seems to shine like the real deal. You lead her ahead towards the stairs and up, and up and up. It’s quite a bit of a walk and perhaps a good thing Imogen can’t see how high up you currently are. Maybe that’s why you chose this place? 

Stepping out onto the top level of the tower, the gentle breeze calms and cools the warm humid day. The view is beautiful, overlooking the other spires, the firelight signalling life, visible all around, the stars out up above. It’s magnificent. Imogen doesn’t think she’s ever been this high up. Still solid ground beneath her feet helps the fact she doesn’t feel the pressure of heights she usually does. She feels safe to take a peak, though she’d still refrain from moving too close to the balcony edge. At the centre of the deck a table for two is set. Vases of flowers surround the table from the floor and pedestals showing a wide array of bright colours and kinds. 

“This-this is beautiful. I don’t know what to say.” Imogen says taken aback as she takes her seat and you yours. You whistle loudly and up comes scurrying a familiar scribe with plates in tow setting them out in front of the both of you before taking a step back. You make a gesture for the scribe to lighten up a little and not give the seething glare you get. Imogen could never forget that annoying scribe that’s been a nuisance ever since she’s been trying to get into the conservatory. Getting in with Eshteross’ help had been satisfying but she can’t deny some smug satisfaction at the fact that same one is now serving you dinner at one of their precious places of learning. The scribe fills your glasses. 

“Is there anything else you might need?” The scribe asks.

“No thank you. You’re dismissed, for now.” You wave the scribe off who leaves the deck back down the stairs. Imogen can’t keep her laughter contained and you’ll consider that a job well accomplished. 

“How did you even-?” Imogen can’t even find the right words to ask. 

“Convince them I’m some big shot lord’s son from Eos? Well I robbed the bastard last time I was there, stole his seal and forged the papers based of what Eshteross gave you with some modifications appropriate for my newfound status and here we are. Also the restaurant I initially picked suffered some animated cutlery and had to close down for a bit so like I said; I had to improvise and thought, why not use the papers I used to rob the place- that reminds me!” You pull out a neatly packed gift, lilac ribbon neatly tied into an intricate bow. Imogen takes it, undoes the ribbon and tears away the paper. It’s a book? It seems familiar. She opens to the intro page and-oh gods. 

“That’s the-“ She doesn’t even finish that sentence and just stares wide eyed. 

“You said you regretted not taking it so I decided to liberate it from the library on your behalf. Fair warning, you might want to store it in your bag on our way out. They might not miss it but I won’t put it behind them to recognise it.” You say sheepishly. Imogen’s hand finds your cheek and cups it. She rises slightly to cover the distance and kisses your cheek quickly. 

“Thank you. You have no idea what that means to me, what all of this means for that matter.” She gives you the most genuine look you’ve ever seen. As someone who’s used to doing things to gain something from others, it warms your heart that the one time you truly do something because you want to and like the person, having nothing to gain from them, you feel wanted and appreciated. That to you is more than enough. You don’t need anything else. You just want to see Imogen happy and by the looks of it, as per her words; she is. 

“Plenty more in store.” You wink pulling the silver covers from your plates to reveal a delicacy Imogen immediately recognises. She could kiss you. She just might if she can get over the nerves. Tonight is perfect. You’re perfect. Everything is perfect. 

#critical role x reader #bells hells x reader #campaign 3 x reader #imogen temult x reader #imogen x reader #critrole x reader #critical role #critical role fanfic #critical role fanfiction #critical role imagine #bells hells #imogen temult

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the archives // Fourth Wing masterlist

welcome to the fourth wing.

these are all reader inserts, using the second person “you”. everything about a certain series, including my fics and things I’ve reblogged that fit their vibe, will be tagged as “#Garrick and Angel”, “#Brennan and Duchess”, etc. see this post for further information. let me know if you have ideas / requests for any relationship listed below, or one that isn’t. my ask box is always open! request guidelines can be found here. last updated: 4.22.24

standalone fics / headcanons

Aaric Graycastle - intimacy alphabet Bodhi Durran - by your side - where were you in the morning? - not that bad at all - the night we met - intimacy alphabet 🆕 Brennan Sorrengail - you're somebody else - this is me trying - intimacy alphabet 🆕 - older (agegap!Bren) 🆕 Dain Aetos - midnight snow - part of the family Garrick Tavis - all the small things - intimacy alphabet Imogen Cardulo - the dress Liam Mairi - harvest day - the spider Mira Sorrengail - reunited - mercy Ridoc Gamlyn - not joking - love at first fight Xaden Riorson - a brief history of Navarre all fourth wing boys: - excuses, excuses - under the weather - that time of the month all fourth wing boys + girls - study season

girlfriendverse

Garrick and Angel about Angel 1. keep her safe 2. what was I made for? 2.5. letters from samara - misc relationship asks

Brennan and Duchess about Duchess 1. the last six years 2. allies 3. fireproof 4. the chess game - thoughts about her and Xaden - this is me trying - braids - misc. relationship asks

Ridoc and Sweetheart about Sweetheart 1. love at first fight 2. like snow on the beach - misc relationship asks

Bodhi and Darling 1. not that bad at all 2. by your side 3. the night we met

Sawyer and Peach 1. faking it

Liam and Spark 1. at last 2. alone with you 🆕

poly fics

Dain + Xaden - our girl Ridoc + Sawyer 1. hey roomie

ship fics (not reader-insert)

Garrick / Sloane - wrong to love you

#garrick tavis x reader #brennan sorrengail x reader #mira sorrengail x reader #ridoc gamlyn x reader #liam mairi x reader #xaden riorson x reader #bodhi durran x reader #dain aetos x reader #sawyer henrick x reader #aaric graycastle x reader #imogen cardulo x reader #rhiannon matthias x reader #sloane mairi x reader #fourth wing fanfic #fourth wing reader insert #the archives #masterlist

[aubeystawby]

HEARTBREAK AND BLAME imogen heaney x gn!nelson!reader ➤ summary: You like Imogen, and Imogen likes your brother; Nick. ➤ notes: I don't remember when I wrote this but it was quite a while ago, when i wrote this i imagined nick & reader to be twins but its never mentioned so you can imagine whatever!! ➤ warnings: it's full angst, no comfort, unrequited love, reader has low self esteem, jealousy, swearing

Imogen was the kind of girl who people would take one look at, and assume that they had her all figured out. The way she looked, the way she talked, the way she acted, they'd see all that and pat themselves on the back for reducing her down to an obsessive teenage girl. They saw her as an obnoxious girl who would scream for her favourite boyband and giggle disgustingly with her friends about the boy across the room. 

They'd talk about her, those assumptions building the foundations of their opinions on the girl. They'd whisper about 'Imogen Heaney, the girl with an ear-piercing voice that makes you want to punch her in the face'. 'Imogen Heaney, the girl who's fashion sense would make anyone want to throw up because it's so basic'. 

It made you so angry, those people talking shit about her, when they'd never made an effort to get to know her beyond near-fictional rumours and quick glances. It made you angry because you knew Imogen. You knew her as the kind-hearted girl who would look out for your twin brother no matter what, who had a bubbly air to her that made your head light and your heartbeat quicken. You knew Imogen in a way that you were sure no one else did, you saw her beauty, her light, the magic of the girl, that you could tell not even your brother saw. 

That was another rumour, 'Imogen Heaney, the girl so madly in love with Nicholas Nelson', and oh how you wished and wished for it to be just a rumour. You'd stay up at night, listing all the reasons in your head as to why it wasn't true, reasons why she wasn't actually in love with your brother, reasons why she may even be interested in you. Your sleepy head was plagued with the overthinking every moment your body hit the mattress, not a single night went by where you wouldn't analyse every interaction she'd had with you and your brother, in the hopes of finding something that seemed more and more like it wasn't there. 

No matter your doubts, sometimes you'd still convince yourself that what you were looking for was right there. You'd convince yourself that she had fallen for you, that her apparent feelings for Nick were just another empty whisper, a lie made up to cause drama between the two friends, and nothing more.

This false hope never lasted long.

The longest you'd ever gone believing in your fantasy had been a bit less than a day, the illusion breaking as soon as you saw her waiting for Nick at the gates of Truham, a school she didn't even go to, going out of her way just so she could see the more favourable Nelson sibling. Your legs had almost given out, and you could feel a boulder squeeze itself into your tight chest, the sight before you cementing the fact that she did like nick like that, and not you. That night your hopelessness bloomed as it settled in your mind that she'd never look at you like she does Nick, that you'd never be her one.

That was a month ago, and you still weren't handling it any better, if anything it was so much worse. You'd taken to blaming Nick for all of this, your brother with a heart the size of the whole planet, who was literally a golden retriever personified. All things you'd now convinced yourself to hate him for. 

Maybe if you'd been a more kind hearted person, Imogen would have taken a liking to you. But you were a kind hearted person, you really were, but your brother just had to take it that step further, and have a heart of pure fucking gold. If Imogen had never met him, you may have been the nicest person she'd ever met, and she would have fallen for you just like she had him. 

In your eyes, the only way to go about this was with hostility towards your brother. Your temper was a bomb that just kept going off, you'd yell and glare and push past him, anything to knock his inherent joy down a peg, anything to raise yourself above his loving nature. 

He of course noticed your change in behaviour, but didn't know what to do about it. Neither did your mother, who would think about your change with tears in her eyes and her brain running a hundred miles an hour trying to think of what could've caused you to act like this. 

They didn't figure it out, and you didn't stop. Maybe if you were rude enough, cold enough, Nick would change just a bit, be a little less kind to those around him, he'd have a shorter temper, he'd snap at Imogen, and then she'd realise that you were the Nelson she should be with. 

You weren't thinking straight. You loved Nick, he was an amazing brother, you'd both grown up together, facing everything that was thrown at you. And here you were, trying to practically bully him into negativity. 

You didn't know what you were doing. You didn't know how to handle any of this. You didn't know what was going to happen years from now, when Imogen still liked Nick, and you were still nothing to her. Would you continue being the worst sibling ever? Sabotaging those around you? Sabotaging yourself?

You didn't know. 

All you knew was that you really really liked Imogen, and that she really really didn't like you back. 

Beneath all the hurt and anger, the nights spent crying and the days spent blurry and mind-numbing, all you wanted was for Imogen to like you back. All you wanted was to be loved by her.

And it tore you apart from the inside. 

💛 @splitriverghostie

#imogen heaney x reader #heartstopper x reader #imogen heaney imagine #heartstopper imagine #osemanverse x reader #osemanverse imagine #╰─www.my-writing.com─╯

[jensensfanfic]

KISSING MONTAGE

pairing: imogen heaney x f!reader

requested: @aygfd: hey, I would absolutely love an Imogen one, especially there only being about 3 I’ve seen! I was wondering if maybe you could do an Imogen x f! reader where they pull a nick and Charlie and sneak around school kissing and all lovey dicey at home. If not that’s okay! Thank you :)

word count: 1.1k+

warnings: lots of kisses, sneaking around, reader calls imogen "Im", coming out via a public kiss, kind of set in s1 (bc of nick being single still)

☆part 2☆

—☆—

Imogen bounds towards you the second she sees you arrive at the school gates. She's so excited that she nearly runs into you but stops herself just short so that your shoes are touching.

"Morning," she greets you, sweetly, "Did you sleep okay?"

You briefly flash back to the previous evening you'd shared with Imogen.

You were at her house, hanging out in her room, like you did most nights. It was a normal moment night until Imogen had asked you who you fancied. She said she'd noticed you hanging around with Nick for weeks. Little did she know, you were hanging out with him because he was the only person who knew that you weren't straight. He was the only person you had told, and you had been telling him about your crush on Imogen, while he would try to convince you to let her know, to tell her.

And that is what you had finally done last night.

After she asked you that question, you took a deep breath and then turned around to face your best friend before taking her hand and finally confessing to her that you liked her.

It didn't take long after that for Imogen to lean forward quickly and give you the softest, warmest, most butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing kiss you'd ever experienced.

Now, here you both were, standing outside of the school gates, her eyes darting down to your lips as she also went over the night in her head.

"Not really." You answer, and Imogen looks concerned for all of a few seconds before you add, "I had other things on my mind, you know? Couldn't stop thinking about that–"

She cuts you off by grabbing your hand, surprising you. "Come on!"

She leads you inside, through the corridors, until she finds an open cupboard full of cleaning supplies. She ushers you in and closes the door behind her. "Is this... okay?"

"Uh... yeah!"

She giggles, and then you're kissing again, the hairs on your arms standing instantly as one of your hands finds its way onto the back of her neck.

You break apart a few minutes later when the bell rings. Not wanting to get caught, you both decide to risk getting detention, and you wait for the bell to stop and the corridor to empty before leaving and heading to class with sweet smiles on both of your faces.

—☆—

Over the next few weeks, you and Imogen can't keep your hands to yourselves. Whenever you get a moment alone, your lips are joined, both giddy and excited over this new and glorious feeling.

One evening, while doing homework, Imogen catches you staring at her. You watch her face, noticing the cute way she furrows her brows when she's concentrating. When she calls you out on your staring, you deny it, which results in her tickling you and inevitably leads to her smashing your lips together again.

—☆—

One night, during a sleepover at her house, her mother announces through a yell that she needs to 'pop to the shops to get some milk for breakfast in the morning'. The second the door shuts, Imogen smirks at you, wiggling her brows, "Alone at last! Wanna make out?"

"Uh... duh."

At some point during your little makeout session, you pull back momentarily. Imogen tilts her head slightly in confusion, and you say, quite simply, "You're lips are so soft, Im. Could kiss you forever."

She blushes and then you pull her back to you.

—☆—

Then there's your weekly 'friend date'. This time, you decide to go bowling at Hollywood Bowl. You end up making a bet. If Imogen wins, you'll pay for all the arcade games you play together afterwards, but if you win, she has to give you any and all prizes or tickets that you win in the arcade.

You end up winning, and then Imogen wins a cute Luigi plushy on a crane claw game. When it falls, you reach down to grab it, and she sulks, making a pouty face. You chuckle, "That face... so cute."

"What, this?" She asks, and then pouts again, to which you respond by tipping forward and pressing your lips to hers.

"Crap, sorry! We're like... in public."

"It's okay, there's no one here, silly." She replies, and then snatches Luigi from your hands and runs away with it, making you chase her.

—☆—

It goes on for weeks. You steal kisses at her house, at yours, at the park, in little hidden away corners at the mall, even at school. You both know how risky it is, but you manage to go months without anyone seeing you.

Being best friends, the only kisses you ever manage to get away with in school, are the little cheek pecks. You've always done it every time you greet each other at the school gates or said goodbye after a studying session, sleepover, or before walking home.

And of course you take advantage. Every time you kiss her cheek, or she kisses yours, you linger just slightly longer, or take the opportunity to whisper something cute or romantic in each other's ears.

—☆—

One day at her house on a Saturday afternoon, several months after your crush confession, you break away from her lips, pressing your forehead to hers. "Im?"

"Yeah?"

"I really, really like you."

She pulls away and laughs softly, "I really, really, really like you, too."

"I was wondering... if you want... can we, um... can we start to tell people. I think... I really want to... I'm ready to." You don't look at her as you wait for her answer, not wanting her to see how much you want this, how your eyes are near brimming with tears ready to spill if she says no. "It's okay if you don't want to yet. We haven't even said, you know, if we're..."

"Girlfriends? I think we are." Imogen gently lifts you chin with her thumb. "It's been months, and... well... do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Absolutely, 100% yes, I do."

"Okay." Imogen pecks your cheek, and then your lips. "Then let's tell people."

—☆—

The next morning, Imogen is at school before you, and the second she spots you walking towards her bench, she bounds happily toward you once again. She kisses your cheek, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. "Just so you know, I want people to know, but I'm just checking... are you sure?"

You smile and nod. "I'm very sure."

"Then come here, girlfriend!" She pulls away, grabs your face, and crushes your lips together, in full view of everyone around you.

This special, life-changing kiss sends tingles throughout your body in a whole new, exciting, and terrifying way, and you can hear the murmurs as Imogen talks into the kiss. "Scared?"

"A little."

"Me too." She pulls away completely then, takes a breath and smiles at you sweetly, then takes your hand. "But I really, really, like you. Come on, let's not be late and get any more detentions."

—☆—

Taglist: @whereimwritingfrom @httphayn @imdoingbetternow (let me know if you want to be tagged in future imogen fics!!)

#my writing #mine #imogen heaney x reader #heartstopper x reader

[randoimago]

I’ve been a lil silent about it BUT I a d o r e d what you did for the part two of Ashton and Imogen’s soulmate thing and I wanted to request if you could maybe do a part three? Thank you so much :)!

Finding Out Reader is Their Soulmate

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Ashton Greymoore, Imogen Temult

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Took me a little bit of digging to find the previous posts for this. But here you go!

Part 1 :: Part 2

Ashton

Anytime you end up alone with Ashton for a watch or anything, they're fidgeting a bit and it seems like after every time he talks, he mutters a "damn it" or "fuck".

It's kind of amusing watching them regret how they said something to you, but it's very frustrating to them. Was he always this nervous when talking to you?

It's Fresh Cut Grass that ends up asking you what it's like kissing Ashton cause of all the rough edges. Ashton ends up breaking whatever he's holding while you're confused as Fresh Cut Grass is explaining that Ashton is your soulmate and Ashton just stays quiet and watches this happen, knowing that he needs a fucking drink.

After Orym, thank gods for him, ushers everyone away to give Ashton and you a moment, he finally tells you. There are nervous ticks as they tell you and some cusses as they can't quite believe this confession is happening. Please cut him off with a kiss because he's feeling like an idiot as the seconds pass and needs to be shut up.

Imogen

Laudna has gone up to you many times to ask about your soulmate and your thoughts on them. You don't have a lot of information since Imogen mostly writes lists or little doodles for you, but Laudna is like a little spy with gathering information.

Imogen is very thankful when Laudna comes back with the information and Imogen hangs on to all of it. Is so happy when she hears you think your soulmate is cute. Honestly, Imogen has some panic when she hears Laudna responding to your cute comment with, "Oh she is- I mean I'm sure they are very cute!"

It honestly doesn't take you to long to learn that it is Imogen that's your soulmate. She hasn't said anything yet, she's still planning a confession. But with how often Laudna comes up to you then darts back to Imogen, it definitely gave it away a bit.

Imogen is a bit shy with finally talking to you about it because what if you're upset that she kept this information from you for so long? Eventually she'll say, "Ah screw it" and just ask if she can kiss you. Imogen thought the firework explosion was a dumb metaphor, but once she kisses you, she understands completely.

#cr writing on skin #critical role x reader #ashton greymoore x reader #ashton x reader #imogen temult x reader #imogen x reader

[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

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

'Dragons & Comforting Embraces'

Liam Mairi x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I promise." You murmured,hazy still.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#liam mairi x reader #liam mairi #liam mairi fourth wing #liam fourth wing #fourth wing #fourth wing by rebecca yarros #liam x reader #liam mairi x you #x you #x reader #liam and xaden #iron flame #rebecca yarros #the empyrean #the empyrean series #onyx storm #female y/n #fem y/n #fanfic #fluff #deigh #violet iron flame #violet sorrengail #violet fourth wing #violet and xaden #the fourth wing #basgiath war college #imogen cardulo #garrick tavis #bodhi durran

[anothermarkedone]

Empyrean masterlist

I don't see many Garrick, Bodhi, Ridoc, Sawyer, Rhiannon and Imogen fics, so I've decided to make my own!

IMPORTANT NOTE! Don't expect many fast posts, I'm currently focusing on my mental health and I'm also busy writing for the Avatar movies (with the blue people, not the elements lol) If you're into Avatar, follow my Avatar acc @avatarrecom!

Requests are open!

Who I write for:

Garrick Tavis.

Bodhi Durran.

Rhiannon Matthias.

Imogen Cardulo.

Ridoc Gamlyn.

Sawyer.

Brennan Sorrengail.

You can request poly fics with them or with another character (as long as one of the characters above are involved)

Key: Smut: 🔥 Suggestive: ❤️‍🔥 Fluff: 💗 Angst: ☔️ Humor: 💩

- Other

I'm too old to get adopted, right? (Fourth Wing & ACOTAR crossover)💩

- Poly fics

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- Garrick

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- Bodhi

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- Rhiannon

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- Imogen

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- Ridoc

Fourth Wing Pranksters ❤️‍🔥 💩

- Sawyer

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- Brennan

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So Callowmoores am I alone in thinking it was cute that Fearne helped carry Ashton to the city? Like there's the parallel also with Ashton carrying her into the Bloody Bridge as well

#might just be that the callowmoore tag isn't showing everything it's just I didn't see it get brought up by anyone #Ashley/Fearne was well into Ash's Titan stuff too #2 points of exhaustion though is indeed rough can see why Fearne didn't wanna test everything at Mori's #Ash probably overdid it because they've been charmed/lured twice now and want to contribute positively #plus they couldn't tell Imogen to push themselves if they don't do the same #they're trying just like they promised and it needs to be shown encouragement and appreciation for it #Grog on the moon theory is at a crossroads next ep #still candela next so I gotta ration these crumbs; ironically this parallel will also carry me to the next episode #though I'd always be open to a big ol' slice of the shippy cake when time appropriate #Fearne could test her new rogue skills to mage hand pickpocket Ashton maybe? or just anything sweet and tender between them #or more sticking up for one another and endorsing each other's chaos I just need to be fed #also the New Mutants character Tal is thinking of is called Warlock btw - looks like FCG if he wore The Mask #Ashley hinted at possible 'talking and then bed' not to (totally to) insinuate #Dire Wolves also have high perception and adv on attack rolls if an ally is 5m from a creature so Fearne was thinking tactically too #maybe I talk too much on tags... #callowmoore #tag reader bonus: Fearne loves it when Ashton kisses the back of her neck - she got a tattoo of their name there to surprise them #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #fearne x ashton #ashton x fearne #critical role #cr3 #cr3e86 #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #rockwild #bells hells

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study season

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

First, the more studious of the bunch:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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