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Marlene—not relaxed in the slightest—continued her needling. “Yeah, and your girl’s a cheat.”

Sirius, Remus, and James' response was simultaneous. 

“Oi!”

“Hey, now.” 

“McKinnon, I swear to God…”

“Marls, you’re not going to win this,” Dorcas offered with faux consolation, handing Marlene a drink with one hand and pulling her in with the other to place a placating kiss to her temple. 

“Just like you can’t win at Mario Kart,” James taunted. 

“You looking to take this outside, Potter?” Marlene volleyed, putting up her fists which saw the two of them dancing around each other shadow-box style with wild grins on their faces. 

“Aaaand she remains undefeated,” Lily announced as she, too, joined the bodies in the kitchen. 

At least she was a better loser than Marlene. 

Speaking of the devil, Sirius winced as she screeched your name. “The boys say you’re not allowed to play anymore!”

“We did no such thing,” James hollered quickly. 

“Marlene,” Remus sighed like the disappointed, tired old man he often claimed he was. 

You appeared in the doorway with a controller in hand and a look of bemusement on your face. “What?”

Marlene turned back to Sirius. “Would you please tell your girlfriend she’s not allowed to play Mario Kart anymore?” 

It was this moment when Sirius’ entire understanding of the world imploded. 

“I don’t know how you speak to your girlfriend, Marls. But our girlfriend is allowed to do what she pleases.”

Sirius’ haughty response was punctuated by your breathy, disbelieving “Girlfriend?” 

James lowered his fists from his defensive state to look at you, Remus’ neck cracked as he whipped his head in your direction, and Sirius’ mouth fell open. 

“Erm, yeah, doll. Girlfriend.” Sirius recovered first, letting out a nervous chuckle as you directed your attention to him.

“Since when?” 

Sirius’ hands went up in surrender as he turned to Remus and James in search of help. 

“What do you mean since when, dove?” Remus questioned cautiously. “We’ve been dating for quite a while now.”

“Quite a while?!” Your voice began to take on a panicked, shrill sound that Sirius can’t profess to liking too much. “Wha- dating? When…when was our first date?” 

“The butterfly conservatory,” James answered readily, a look of concentration on his face like he was being quizzed and planned on acing it. 

A startled breath leaves you. “Wha- I…no!”

“Yes,” the three of them replied in unison. 

“That wasn’t a date!”

Remus tilted his head at you like he was seeing you for the first time. “Sure it was.”

“I’ve been to the butterfly conservatory with Marlene! Was that a date?”

Marlene’s bemused smile turned wicked. A mischievous glint in her eyes had Sirius taking three quick steps in your direction before she could hit on his girlfriend. 

Who, apparently, didn’t even know she was his girlfriend. 

What a mess. 

“Of course not,” James denied quickly, elbowing Marlene when she began with a salacious “well…” 

“Since the butterfly conservatory?” you repeat, looking between the three guys to see their responses. “Holy shit… Holy shit! And no one told me?”

“Angel, I…we got you flowers?” 

You managed a smile—albeit an sheepish one—in James’ direction. “I thought that was an apology present.”

Remus let out a disbelieving breath. “An apology for what!?”

“For always being the fourth wheel!” 

“Oh my God,” James murmured, a look of horror on his face as he tugged at his roots.

Lily, as unhelpful as ever, chose then to pipe up. “You mean to tell me you never asked her to be your girlfriend?”

A beat of silence passed before Sirius’ waspish response. “No, red. Clearly, it never came up.” 

“You guys are, like, really bad at this,” she chuckled as she headed towards the living room, quickly followed by Marlene (eager at a chance to finally win a round without you in the room) and Dorcas (who followed her girlfriend to ensure she behaved herself).

“Oh, dove. I’m so sorry,” Remus finally announced, standing from the barstool to gather you into a hug that you—rather than accepted (or even reciprocated)—more or less fell into. “I- have we really never had this conversation.”

“I…I don’t think so? I mean…not in so many words.”

“Didn’t I ask you to be my girl?” Sirius questioned, closing the distance to press a hand to your spine as James took one of your hands in his. 

“Well, yes, but-”

“And I told you that you were my favourite,” James reminded you. “Even said it in front of these two.”

“I just thought you guys were saying I was your favourite, like, friend? Like saying I was your best friend.” 

Sirius was glad to note that your shoulders didn’t seem to be so tense now that you were in Remus’ arms and having this conversation without an audience. 

Remus made a noncommittal sound. “You’re certainly our best girl. Our favourite girl.” 

“Which is largely because…” Sirius emphasized. “You’re our girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend,” you echoed with a whisper, staring unseeingly at Sirius’ chest as Remus gently swayed you back and forth.

James made a pathetic tsking sound, unable to fight the urge to swipe at the hairs near your temple. 

“I-” you began, and James was already squaring up for you to say even one negative thing about yourself “-am so dum-”

“-absolutely not,” Sirius argued immediately. 

“None of that now,” Remus agreed.

“Not dumb.” James nodded like he was making a grand declaration. “We’re dumb, clearly. I honestly thought we’d had, you know, the talk.”

“Like, the birds and the bees?” you asked, blinking doe-like at him and forcing the guys into silence. It was only the twitch of your mouth that alerted them to the fact that you were taking the piss. 

“Minx,” Remus chuckled under his breath, digging his fingers into your side and making you squeal. 

“Okay so, are we all on the same page now?” Sirius asked, holding his arms out as if bracing for impact. 

“Yes,” you agreed quickly, turning a beautiful shade of bashful as Remus planted a kiss on your cheek and James leaned in to press one on the corner of your mouth. 

“And, just for clarity’s sake, exactly what page is that?” 

An impish twinkle in your eyes—which, if Sirius was being honest, was kind of sexy—had the three guys holding their breath.

“That your girlfriend is way better at Mario Kart than Dorcas’ girlfriend.” 

Remus tried and failed to suppress the grin that took over his face whilst James took off towards the living room to play interference with his childhood friend who clearly overheard your taunt.

Sirius couldn’t help himself, he grabbed your cheeks and pressed a bruising kiss to your lips, pulling back only far enough to murmur against your lips. “Truer words, my girl.” 

standalone fics / headcanons

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

girlfriendverse

Sawyer and Peach masterlist

Liam and Spark masterlist - relationship questions

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

Brennan and Duchess masterlist

Ridoc and Sweetheart about Sweetheart 1. love at first fight 2. like snow on the beach 3. questions 🆕 4. not alone - relationship questions

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

Dain and Love about Love 1. falling, floating, flying 2. reunification day: 3. five thirty 4. two reunions

Aaric and Sunny 1. conscription day 2. assessments

misc girlfriend stuff - modern!girlfriends' music tastes

poly fics

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

not reader inserts

Day 3: To no end - Shadow play - Azriel {Female reader} The shadows love Y/n, and she loves them. She wonders what it would be like if they took control, what do they fantasise about? Problem is... they don't know when to stop.

Day 4: Busted - Caught Masturbating - Sawyer {Female Reader} Ridoc drunkenly challenges Sawyer to participate in NNN (No Nut November), whoever lasts longest, wins. What happens when it gets too much for Sawyer, and he just needs a little release, no big deal...

Day 5: Nom nom - Biting - Eris (Vampire AU {Female Reader}) Reader is a witch making a potion for the local village, but she needs an ingredient from her boyfriend, Eris. She offers him a little incentive to say yes.

Day 6: Milking it - Lactation - Rhysand {Female Reader} Rhysand and reader have recently had a baby, earlier in their relationship, Rhysand mentioned that he'd always wanted to try drinking from his partner. After a long, exhausting day as High Lord, Reader surprises him with just that.

Day 7: Unexpected entanglement - Double penetration - Ridoc/Reader/Sawyer {Female Reader} Reader is moved into the Iron squad and can't help but hear both Ridoc and Sawyer's constant flow of thoughts about... her. Some of them are not family friendly. She gets sick of hearing about it and tells them to act on them.

Day 8: Building bridges - Threesome - Lucien/Reader/Ridoc {Female Reader} (Set after the war) Lucien is in Tyrrendor as an ambassador for Prythian to establish connections and assist in their recovery. Lucien and Ridoc become quick friends, and Reader decides to eavesdrop on them to make sure Ridoc doesn't say anything too stupid. The conversation she overhears leads to an interesting evening of discovery.

Day 9: Feeling worthless - Body worship - Garrick {Female Reader} After RSC training, Garrick lost a lot of muscle mass and gained a lot more scars. He feels unlovable. Reader shows him how wrong he is.

Day 10: Y/n's secret - Lingerie - Aaric {Female Reader} (Set after the war) Aaric comes back from a meeting and almost immediately someone notifies him that his wife went on a massive shopping spree.

Day 11: Show me - Bondage - Sub!Tarquin {Female Reader} Reader has always wanted to try bondage, but Tarquin really doesn't want to hurt her. He proposes that she should show him what she wants him to do.

Day 12: Regretted teachings - Nudes - Bodhi {Female Reader} Reader has always struggled with her body image but she's also an artist. When Bodhi encouraged her to draw herself so she could see her own beauty, this isn't what he meant...

Day 13: Class in session - Toys - Azriel {Female Reader} Azriel is trying to teach his spy in training that one should always remain focused, no matter the situation.

Day 14: Neither the time nor place - Sexting - Liam (College AU{Male Reader}) Liam is working at his part time job in the animal shelter, but reader is missing him, and decides to let him know.

Day 15: Birthday breakfast - Oral fixation(F rec) - Eris {Female Reader} It's his birthday and reader is the only present he wants

Day 16: Two-player game - 69 - Lucien {Female Reader} Reader gives Lucien a reminder that he isn't the only one who knows how to play

Day 17: Drunk words are sober thoughts - Pegging - Ridoc {Female Reader} After a night in Chantara, reader has a little too much to drink, confessing things she never would have. Ridoc is more than willing to go the extra mile for her to get what she wants

Day 18: Maybe the books are right - Somno - Garrick {Male Reader} When Reader goes to take a shower, Garrick takes a peak at what he's reading, Reader shows him exactly what's so great about it.

Day 19: Flooded - Cock warming - Xaden {Female Reader} Xaden is flooded with paperwork, and while Reader doesn't know how to help the Duke, she can help her boyfriend.

Day 20: Teach me - Anal - Bodoc Bodhi has never gotten to this level of intimacy with a man before, Ridoc talks him through it.

Day 21: Missing you - Edging - Azris Azriel just came back from a mission, desperate for his mate who is in a meeting.

Day 22: Revenge - Overstimulation - Azris After Azriel teases Eris during a meeting, he gets revenge on his little bat (Part 2 to Missing You, but can be read alone)

Day 23: In the air - Breath play - Liam {Female Reader} Reader is a 3rd year who helps Liam with his flight maneuvers. Things get intense when Liam tries to tease her, and isn't expecting her to bite back.

Day 24: Taste - Food play - Aaric {Male Reader} Aaric has fancied his guard since he was assigned to him. When the relief falls ill and reader has to take a double-shift with no break, Aaric capitalises on this unique set of circumstances, and invites him inside his room for some food.

Day 25: Offerings - Face riding - Lucien {Female Reader} While Lucien goes out to get dinner, Reader takes a little nap, but her subconscious mind gets her hot and bothered. Lucien is more than happy to help.

Day 26: "Studying" - Oral fixation (M rec) - Aaric {Male Reader} Reader has an interesting study method that he swears by, and who is Aaric to argue with him?

Day 27: Take control - Sensory deprivation - Sub!Xaden {Female Reader} Xaden has been stressed, as usual, and Reader is tired of him not letting her help.

Day 28: Lazy days - Thigh riding - Tarquin {Female Reader} Tarquin is just being the absolute sweetheart that he is and Reader is understandably turned on by it.

Day 29: Patience is a virtue - Brat taming - Eris {Male Reader} Reader is unbelievably horny for his mate. Unfortunately, his mate is also a High Lord, and has other responsibilities. Not that Reader cares, of course.

Day 30: Sex on the beach - Exhibitionism - Tarquin {Female Reader} ...Kinda feel like the title is self explanatory

Day 31: The Plan - Voyeurism - Azris/Reader {Female Reader} Reader is completely fed up with Azriel and Eris's constant fighting. She gives them an ultimatum, either work out their differences, or she leaves.

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A thrill shoots through your body at his next words: “C’mere then.” He spreads his legs, clothed in jeans that strain around the thickness of his delicious thighs. You can see the outline of his abs through his tank top. You can’t believe this is happening – you’ve had a crush on him since you saw him for the first time.

Logan beckons you between his legs and you move to sit on the carpet, its fluffiness stopping your bare knees from hurting. Your short skirt rides up your ass and you pull it down self-consciously despite what you’re about to do.

“You sure about this, bub?” Logan asks again from above you. You gulp when you look up at him. How does he look even better from below?

“Yeah,” you assure him, your panties already growing wet. You sit down and try to patiently wait for instruction but you end up squirming. When you look back up at Logan he’s got one of his eyebrows raised.

“You don’t know how to open a belt either?”

“Well, yeah but don’t we have to–” your mouth starts to water when the rough clink of his belt interrupts you. He’s all but ripping open his belt; he unbuttons his jeans and takes out his hard cock. You almost get goosebumps.

“Oh,” you say.

“If a guy likes you, he doesn’t need any time to get ready. Foreplay is just to get the woman nice and wet,” Logan tells you, although you’re barely listening. All you know is that you wouldn’t need the foreplay either, you’re uncomfortably wet, trying to get friction against your legs that are folded underneath you.

Logan watches you stare at his erection, “Take your top off. I like seeing your pretty face but that’ll make it an even nicer view.”

“But I’m not wearing anything underneath,” you thumb at the thin straps of your top.

He smirks, “even better.” He reaches down to pull the top up by your waist but then hesitates.

You nod but Logan rolls his eyes. “Use your words.”

“You can take it off,” you say but you nevertheless put your arms in front of your tits when he pulls your top over your head. 

Logan chuckles, “Baby, I’ve been dying to see your tits since I first met you. You really think you gotta hide?” The nickname makes you melt and your arms immediately drop to your sides. 

You sit up straighter as Logan lets out a low moan, “God, look at you. So fucking perfect.” He reaches out to grope your tits almost clumsily. His cock bobs in front of you as he leans down to touch you and you feel yourself getting addicted to him already. You just want to start.

With a last rough squeeze of your tit, Logan leans back. “Wet your lips,” he instructs. You lick your lips.

“Wetter,” he says, and your eyebrows crease in confusion as you lick your lips again.

Logan huffs, spits into his hand, and smears his spit over your mouth, “There. Don’t you look fucking pretty like this.” You just about purr against his hand and then push against it with your cheek.

You place your hands on either of his knees and lean in to kiss the tip of his cock, all swollen and ready. You immediately feel the urge to go further but your shyness takes over, so you keep pressing wet kisses to his length.

“God,” Logan groans, leaning his head back in pleasure as you keep kissing, and you start to use some more spit.

“Look at you, don’t even need me to tell you what to do,” he pulls his arms behind his head smugly, like an asshole, and you smile, getting shy again. You kiss along the underside of his cock some more, getting more desperate with every second.

“What now?” You ask. 

Logan softly smiles at you for a second, pulling his jeans and boxers further down his thighs. You pull them off completely as he pulls off his top. He’s naked in front of you now, except for his socks, and you take a second to appreciate all the broadness and his muscles. The hair from his chest all the way over his abs and down to his cock is begging for you to kiss every inch of it but you force yourself to focus.

Logan takes his cock in his hand to lift it out of the way, and slowly starts to jerk off. His eyes go to you and then to his balls, and you get what he wants you to do. Still, he gives you one word: “Lick.”

You move forward, inhaling all his manly smell, instinctively going to press another wet kiss to his cock. You let spit pool in your mouth and begin to lick all over his balls, feeling the heaviness of them on your tongue.

“Take as much as you can, baby,” he rasps, continuing to jerk off. You almost slap his hand away – you want to be the one making him feel good – but you stop yourself.

You do as he tells you, opening your mouth to cover as much of him as you can, the warmth of his balls against your tongue making you drool.

“Yeah, baby, juuust like that. That’s a good girl,” he breathes heavily.

Your pussy clenches around nothing at his words, and you have to take a deep breath to focus on anything but the wet ache between your thighs.

His balls move against your tongue from his jerking off, and you gently suck on the skin, moving around a few inches every few seconds. But the movement from his hand on his cock is becoming distracting and, without thinking, you instinctively push his hand away. 

He stills and then smiles, lifting his hand away. He lightly leans his elbows on the back of the sofa to the sides of him. 

“You can start sucking my cock now if you’re ready, baby. Been doing such a good job.”

“I don’t know if I can take all of it,” you pout. Even just imagining his dick down your throat feels too much, though not in a bad way. He’s just so fucking big. 

“Just take as much as you can. I bet you can take more of me than you think.”

His words motivate you. You go up slightly on your knees, carefully wrapping your hand around his cock. You spit on it, letting it slowly slide down the sides as you begin to spread it with your hand. 

Logan huffs out a laugh from above you, “So adorable. You don’t need to be so careful. Here, do it like this.” He wraps his much bigger hand around yours and he starts to jerk off with your hand, showing you how rough you can be as he starts to fuck your fist. 

You clear your throat, “Can I use my mouth now?”

He bites his lip, “Ready when you are, baby. Just breathe through your nose and relax.” Oh, you’re relaxed. Being between Logan’s meaty thighs is the best you’ve felt in your life. 

You press another kiss to the tip of his cock and part your lips to take him in your mouth. The first second you feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue is like heaven. Logan lets out a low moan and you look up to find his eyes already on your face. He looks like a god from below, his muscles starting to glisten with a thin layer of sweat.

Opening your mouth wider, you take more of him. You start to jerk him off where your mouth can’t reach but you do your best to go as deep as you can, moving up and down with your wet mouth.

The feeling of Logan’s cock in your mouth is addicting, and the quiet sounds he is making even more so. 

“Doin’ so good for me, baby,” he whispers, voice weak. You look up into his eyes as you suck his dick, spit starting to run down your hand, and a smirk spreads on Logan’s face.

“Such a pretty girl,” he leans his head back.

Your jaw is starting to strain because he’s so big but you never want to stop doing this. You swallow down the taste of his precum and can’t wait to actually make him come. He’s starting to pulse in your mouth, abs contracting with every time your tongue moves.

You’re wondering how much long–

“Y’gonna make me come, baby. Gonna come so hard,” Logan moans, and you figure he’s warning you but you want nothing more than his cum in your mouth.

You put in all the effort you can, sucking Logan’s cock further down your throat, cheeks hollowing. You start to feel him at the back of your throat, spit spilling from your lips.

Logan groans, and then he’s filling up your mouth, pumping his cum down your throat as you eagerly swallow. You look up at him through your lashes, taking in his face, his eyes shut and mouth hanging open in pleasure as a long, almost pathetic, groan comes out.

He’s coming longer than you’d expect, coming in your mouth in sticky ropes, a hand guiding the back of your head. You still pout when he’s finally drained and he slowly pulls his hips back.

Logan sighs a last breath of pleasure and holds his hand in front of your mouth. “What?” you ask.

“Spit.”

“Uh, I swallowed,” you say.

“Really?”

You stick out your tongue for Logan to see your empty mouth.

He smirks. “God,” he huffs, “so fucking perfect. C’mere.” He pulls you up to the sofa and sits you on his lap, your bare chest against his. Logan pushes his mouth against yours, kissing you like he’s filled with a new desire, as if you didn’t just make him come.

You don’t get to kiss him for very long though, because he pulls you to lie down on the sofa, turning so your legs are spread around him.

“‘m gonna show you what it’s supposed to feel like for someone to eat your pussy. Just so you know your date is doin’ it right, ‘kay?”

What date? You almost ask. You remember for a second but then, looking at him, all of your thoughts are replaced with Logan again. “Yes,” you nod hornily, “Please.”

“There you go, got you even saying please now. You want it that bad, huh?”

All you can do is nod as he pulls down your skirt and panties. He almost goes cross-eyed when he sees your pussy for the first time.

“God, baby, you coulda said something. Such an eager little thing. You got that wet from having my cock in your mouth, hm? Gonna make you come so good, yeah?”

You nod again and he bends down to press another sloppy kiss to your lips, kissing down your neck and stopping at your chest, “Can’t get enough of these,” he plays with your tits, desperately grabbing at them like a man seeing a woman naked for the first time.

He smiles up at you when he realises how much time he’s spent at your chest, pressing a last kiss to your sternum before placing one of his big hands on your tit and kissing further down. You assume he’s going to stop before he gets to your pussy, just to tease you, but he kisses all the way down from your belly button to your clit, starting to make out with your pussy.

“Logan,” you moan, your hand flying to his hand on one of your boobs.

“Feel good?” He asks, and you almost faint when you look at his head pushed between your thighs. He looks exactly right, as if this is where he was meant to be the entire time.

“Mhmm.”

He chuckles against your pussy, tongue darting out to play with your clit. The ache between your legs starts to get worse with him there, and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing.

Logan smirks and pushes your thighs further apart with a rough hand. He starts to gently rub your clit, and you’ve finally got the friction you’ve been needing this entire time. You’re already close. 

You let out an involuntary moan as he pushes his thick middle finger inside you, and you grip his hand on your tit harder, and he squeezes you there, lovingly. 

“I got you, baby,” he says into your pussy before starting to fuck you with his finger, pushing another one in as he begins to rub a sweet little spot inside that you can never reach yourself. 

He leans in to start licking your clit again, circling it with his tongue and, ever so slightly, beginning to suck. 

You’re so close, the waves of pleasure almost, just almost, flooding over you. You squirm, your knees pushing together, held open by his broad shoulders. 

Logan sucks harder, fingers fucking into you with your clit pulsing against his tongue. 

It only takes a few more seconds of Logan’s mouth on your pussy for you to come. Pleasure explodes within you and floods your entire body as you arch your back, pushing further into him and his wet mouth and thick fingers.

Logan doesn’t stop until you’re satisfied and your legs go numb around him.

He grins at you, biting his lip to stop his smile from spreading too far, and he presses a kiss to the middle of your belly, squeezing your tit gently before letting go. You feel cold without him there.

With your legs still around him, you instinctively pull him in and he lies down next to you on the sofa, gently caging you against the back of it to give you the more comfortable side as he balances on the edge.

“You wanna know how good you taste?” Logan asks, not waiting for an answer before he kisses you. You slide your hand behind his neck to pull him in, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He stops kissing you. “So.. you still going on your date?”

You feel your cheeks getting hot, “What if I told youuu…” you twirl a strand of Logan’s hair that’s hanging over his forehead, “that there never was a date. Or a guy.”

Logan breaks out in a smile, “You were too shy to ask me to fuck you so you made up an entire person?”

You hear the key turning in the lock in that moment, and even though you’ll be covered by the back of the sofa Logan shields you with his hands as best as he can, reaching for your clothes.

Wade comes in and you immediately sit up, holding Logan’s hand and forearm to your tits to cover them.

“Guess what happened?” you squeal at Wade.

Wade’s eyes go over to you and then to Logan, and he drops his bags of grocery shopping to jump up and down, “Was it my plan? I told you my plan would work!”

You grin, “It was your plan.”

Logan looks between you and Wade, rolling his eyes but he’s unable to hide a smile.

“It was a good plan, right? I told her she could just ask you out but she was too shy so I told her to make up a guy she’s dating,” Wade explains.

“Alright,” Logan laughs quietly, “Now fuck off so I can fuck my girl again.”

Wade’s eyes go wide and he says what you’re thinking, “My girl? I’d faint if he called me that. You owe me,” he points at you.

You blow a kiss at Wade and he pretends to catch it, pressing it to his lap. You roll your eyes and smile, waving at him, “You heard him, we’ve got stuff to do.”

The almost animalistic smirk Logan gives you when Wade is gone should scare you, but it only makes you want him more. He picks you up in his arms, carrying you to his room. You can’t wait for what’s to come.

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There were many things in his life that Xaden Riorson could predict. Having to bear the responsibility of hundreds of children, bonding a powerful dragon, becoming his generation’s shadow wielder. 

But he didn’t quite predict you. 

It started off with morning duty to the Scribe Quadrant during his first year. He took on the duty begrudgingly, but it was better than breakfast duty. While you were always kind and respectful towards everyone who entered the quadrant for tomes, that is not what lured Xaden in. 

It was the way you did not look at him with fear, like every other cadet. Instead, you looked at him with admiration. 

For a moment, Xaden had wondered if perhaps you were from Tyrrendor or in a nearby province, but it seemed you did not understand the language when he greeted you in Tyrrish one morning. 

As for yourself, you could not lie to yourself that Xaden Riorson is a handsome man. Despite his broody and cold exterior, you could tell there were true and genuine qualities apart of him. As you got to know him more, he proved you right.

He was kind to those that earned it.

He had a good sense of humor—sometimes dark, but you didn’t mind. 

While he didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, he still demonstrated in his own way that he did have a heart. 

The way he always spoke highly of the marked ones, especially Garrick and Bodhi, never failed to make your heart melt. 

He always found ways to show his gratitude for your kindness. As such, he began organizing the tomes alphabetically, to save you the trouble. 

It did not take long for Xaden Riorson to catch your heart, but he refused to tell you that you had his from the moment he met you. In his opinion, he had not met anyone like you, man or woman, and he swore he would protect you with his life. 

The other thing he didn’t predict? 

The way Sgaeyl instantly took a liking to you, far before you two became a couple, and would even threaten Xaden if he ever fucked up. 

Even though his dragon is supposed to be on his side. 

At first, Xaden was nervous to introduce you to his dragon, because if Sgaeyl did not approve or tried to attack you, his heart would be split in two. So would his mind. Would he have to protect you or allow his dragon to do what she pleases? 

He didn’t have to make that decision. 

When you met Sgaeyl, you were nervous to say the least. You weren’t dreading the interaction, in fact you were looking forward to it. While your boyfriend didn’t speak much about his dragon, they always seemed like a perfect pair. If you love your boyfriend, why couldn’t you also love his dragon.

You didn’t show an ounce of fear as Sgaeyl’s golden eyes looked down at you. Her blue scales were a beautiful sapphire color, reflecting in the hot sun. Her golden eyes were prettier than golden nuggets themselves, and you were sure she knew it too. 

Xaden held his breath as the interaction unfolded. You, tilting your head in bravery and respect. Sgaeyl, looking down at you as she decides how she feels. Xaden didn’t breathe until Sgaeyl bowed her head, allowing you to place a ginger hand on her snout to caress it. 

He could feel the content and approval through his bond with the blue dragon, until she finally spoke up, “it would be a shame to have to kill my rider if she ever got hurt.”

Xaden’s gaze snapped towards his dragon, “you would seriously choose her over me?”

“Of course,” Sgaeyl replied, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “She is clearly outstanding if she melted your heart.”

Xaden internally rolled his eyes, purposefully being dramatic with it so his dragon could feel it. She huffs in response down the bond, fed up with his antics. All the while, she is perfectly happy with you itching and petting her snout, while your eyes glitter in amazement and happiness. 

Xaden did not think his dragon was being true to her words. That she would choose you over Xaden. It was not until you two had gotten into a petty argument, in which Xaden was brooding and refusing to cross the threshold to the Scribe quadrant, that he realized the truthfulness in her words.

He approached his dragon, ready to mount her. He wanted to fly to release his energy, not wanting to take his rage out on anyone—especially not you. Except, when he went to climb, his dragon aggressively shook him off of her.

“What the fuck?” Xaden seethes down the bond, his anger getting the better of him.

Golden eyes pin him down as they narrow, “have you apologized to your human?”

Xaden rolls his eyes at her, “no, I will speak to her tomorrow. Now, let’s fly.”

“No.” Sgaeyl stomps her front feet in response, “you are going to apologize to her.”

“You don’t even know what we argued about,” Xaden deadpanned, raising a dark brow at his dragon.

“What I do and do not know doesn’t matter. Until you apologize to her, do not even think about mounting me.” 

“Wouldn’t you rather I approach her with a calm mind than a frustrated one?” Xaden attempts convincing his dragon, but she refuses to budge. He internally groans, understanding instantly that Sgaeyl had taken your side. 

It almost makes his envious of the way Sgaeyl instantly became bonded and attached to you. She is his dragon for gods sake, shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t she be taking his side in every argument. 

Apparently not. 

The envy dissipates as quickly as it forms, understanding quickly how maternal his dragon truly is. While he has always bathed in that love from her, he would have to learn to share with you. But because it was you, he didn’t mind.

Later that night, he snuck into the Scribe Quadrant, shocking you at his appearance. You were happy to see him, even happier to hear him apologize for the argument you two had. You had even apologized yourself, and the silly argument faded into nothing the moment he showed up. 

“You know,” Xaden mutters between you to, “Sgaeyl threatened me today.”

You turn towards him on your bed, “what do you mean she threatened you?” 

He lets out a sound between a scoff and a chuckle, “she told me I am not allowed to ride her until we worked through our differences.”

You giggle, taken aback by her actions, “she took my side?”

Your boyfriend places a gentle kiss on the crown of your head, “she once told me she would choose you over me.” 

You didn’t respond at that, but his words caused warmth to bloom in your chest. Knowing his dragon not only liked you—but is protective of you in the same way she’s protective of Xaden, was everything to you. While you believed there wouldn't be a moment where you needed her protection, you could tell. 

There were times you had caught a familiar blue dragon soaring over the archway between Scribe and Rider as you crossed to deliver some tomes. You pretended you didn’t notice, but Sgaeyl did not rest until you were safely back in your quadrant, quickly flying back to the Vale. 

When it was time for you to join Xaden and the other cadets in Aretia, it was Sgaeyl who came for you. Originally, you had planned with your boyfriend to meet him a few villages outside of Basgiath. Imagine your surprise when a large, blue dragon landed on the bridge, silently threatening every scribe until you came out. 

Thankfully, Xaden had been with her, so you didn’t have to worry about attempting to ride her alone. Sgaeyl was sure you could figure it out, and she swelled with pride when you successfully mounted her without Xaden’s help. Even you boyfriend was proud. 

Since then, you had been on Sgaeyl’s back many times—with Xaden, of course. While Sgaeyl was not against you riding her alone, there was something unnerving about riding a dragon as a scribe. Alone, nonetheless. 

“Xaden?” Your voice fills the night sky, earning a hum from your boyfriend next to you. You two were laying on the grass outside of Riorson House, the busy fortress finally quiet under the beautiful stars. Sgaeyl slept not to far from you two, her tail resting possessively over yours and Xaden’s legs. “Is it…common for dragons to be affectionate towards their riders significant others?”

Xaden paused at your question. He knew the answer too well, he’s asked himself the same question ever since he properly introduced you to Sgaeyl during your first year. Nearly four years later, and she loves you as her own. 

It’s unsettling. 

“I do not think so,” Xaden finally says, his hand flexing against your waist. “But Sgaeyl is maternal, especially with me and Andarna. I’m grateful she feels the same way towards you.” 

“Me too,” you confess, keeping your voice low as to not disturb the creature you’ve become so fond of. “She’s important to you, and now, she’s become important to me.” 

Xaden smiles, lovingly watching the two most important females in his life. This is the future he wants, when all this war and bloodshed is over. To be able to rest in solitude with his dragon and the love of his life, completely content and happy with himself and his life.