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I hope to write this out soon but, in short summary Xaden finds out this OC secretly braided a rune in Violets hair to make her fall at a slower speed so Tarin has time to catch her when she still couldn’t keep her seat. Enjoy and let me know if you want the full story.

“I’m not mad.” Xaden tried to assure you, but you could desperately tell he was channeling every thing in him to sound calm

Your lips trembled, hands slowly uncovering your ears, “no, worse. You’re furious.”

Ironically that cracked a smile over the usually hardened wingleaders face, “I’m not furious either …you really think those are the only two emotions I have, huh?”

“I try not to think of the other emotions you have when it comes to Sorrengail.”

Prompt: a misunderstanding

Standing next to the cadet you realized that you didn’t have much in common with Violet Sorringail. She was a rider and you a healer. She came from a notable family with notable siblings. You were an only child. She had two dragons, you had none. She was short, and you were tall.

So to your point, you didn’t have much in common.

Honestly, one of the only things you two had in common was your significant others. Violet had Xaden. And you had Bodhi. Now, thats a similarity. They had a lot in common, being cousins and all that. They looked alike, had a similar walk, and demeanor. Thank Amari they didn’t share personalities because two Xaden’s sounded like an absolute nightmare. At least Bodhi was cocky and bold in private versus public.

Well. At least until now.

“We should stop this.” Violet said, her hands at her hips, a powerful stance but her tapping fingers gave her unease away. In fact, she kept switching her stance every few seconds. Hands on hips, to twirling her braid in her hand. Foot always tapping.

You on the other hand had your arms crossed, stoic but amusement glowed in your eyes.

See, there was a difference.

“No. Let them go.”

Violet gave you a wary look, “You’re enjoying this?”

You shrug, “Maybe.”

The truth is you weren’t enjoying the display in front of you, but you weren’t in any rush to stop it. Because, once again, you had nothing in common with Violet Sorrengail. So why did Bodhi walk up to Violet and wrap his arms around her waist in a backwards hug?

Sure, there were variables to this. You were all celebrating the spring equinox, which is a huge deal in Tyrrish culture. And it was the first equinox celebration since Xaden took the Duchy back to the rightful Riorson name. And this equinox did fall on the eve of a decisive battle against a horde of venin. So sure, everyone was drinking and merrymaking way more than normal. But still, Bodhi thought you were Violet Sorrengail?

And apparently, Xaden did not take to kindly to anyone, let alone Bodhi putting his hands on Violet. Even if it was a ‘case of mistaken identity’. So, thats why you had, not enjoyment, but amusement in your eyes while you and Violet watched Xaden drag Bodhi to the sparring rooms at Riorson House for a cousin on cousin, inebriated beatdown.

In reality, it was moreso a churam induced wrestling match. And Xaden wasn’t actively trying to kill Bodhi. But, he wasnt not trying to avoid maneuvers that would hurt him either. If anything Xaden definitely mimicked a cat toying with his prey, Bodhi being the prey. He was easily tossing Bodhi around the mat, twisting his arm, even giving him noogie. Poor Bodhi could barely get his footing, especially after you called out that Bodhi’s left legs was a little sore, which Xaden took full advantage of by sweeping his leg and knocking his cousin onto his ass.

Violet was not enjoying the display and finally had enough, “Alright, I’m calling it.” She marched towards the sparring mat. You could practically hear her inner monologue of irritation towards the fighting pair before she finally spoke. “Xaden, get off of him.”

Xaden, who currently had Bodhi in a headlock, huffed, ignoring his girlfriend and tightening his hold. Not too tight to cause severe damage, but enough to teach his cousin a lesson in the language he only knew how.

Things became quiet, and you assumed the two were having a mental argument before Violet finally burst, “He thought I was her, Xaden! Gods you’re so possessive.”

“You two don’t even look alike.” Xaden shot back. Now he was pushing Bodhi’s face into the mat, rather childishly.

“Here here.” You agreed from across the mat. You raised a brow to your boyfriend who looked up at you, shocked as well that you agreed with Xaden Riorson of all people.

“He was drunk!” Violet countered

Technically Bodhi was still drunk, hence the floundering.

“So what?!” Both you and Xaden responded at the same time. You gave your…well perhaps soon to be cousin in law a smirk.

He gets the severity of the situation at hand.

Violet of course noticed, “S-stop that! Both of you. You’re supposed to be on Bodhi’s side.”

“I’m always on his side.” You corrected her while walking over to the trio. You crouch down towards your boyfriend, who is sprawled out on his back, arms splayed out, catching his breath. “Even when he is being a total idiot.” You ruffled his curls for extra emphasis.

“Mm, I’m sorry love.” Bodhi groaned, from both the roughness from his cousin and embarassment for his actions that caused him to get into this mess. The brown in his eyes seemed to glow, you weren’t sure if it’s was the drinks you had prior, but damn, Bodhi always had a way of looking so fucking adorable, even if he was a handsy little asshole.

“But,” You focused on Violet who was once again mentally conversing with Xaden, “that doesn’t mean I don’t get to agree with your boyfriend from time to time. And yes love,” you turned your attention back to Bodhi, “I forgive you.”

“I wouldn’t.” Xaden interjected while standing to his feet and allowing the elbow Violet threw to land on his side.

“Well,” You sighed while rising to your feet yourself and helping Bodhi to his, “Good thing you’re not my boyfriend.”

It was Violet’s face that scrunched into a pout this time. Now that’s a first.

“Easy Violet.” You assured her with a smile, “You can keep the duke. He’s not really my type anyways. Come on love,” You smiled at your boyfriend, who looked like he definitely needed a win right now, “Let’s go find a place where I can show you all of me so you dont make this mistake again.”

“I’d really love that.” Even in defeat Bodhi smiled at you as if he was the winner all along.

“And I didn’t need to hear that.” Xaden called as you two walked away.

And, not to you’re surprise, both you and Bodhi responded with a middle finger.

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Garrick x infantry reader.

As a soldier in the infantry quadrant, it is a requirement to take the course 'Rider and Infantry companionship', which you and your unit cruely renamed 'death by dragon 101'.

It was true, the entire course, while on its face was rooted in understanding the logistic of an infantry unit fighting alongside a dragon, had a rather dark curriculum of understanding the mass and force of a dragon - so when they land you know how far away you need to be so you dont get crushed or swept up by the force of their wings when they launch.

You understand the specific uniforms to wear when in a unit with a dragon; fun fact, there's a reason riders wear leathers and metal HURTS when it’s near dragon flame.

Speaking of flames, lets not forget the hours spent with the healer unit on how to treat 'secondary burns' from dragons because, lets be honest, their aim isn't that great when it comes to 'burn all the gryphons at all costs' Infantry, sometimes being the cost.

But nothing, nothing prepared you for the size, scale, and heat of fire from the creatures you heard only in rumors and whispers.

Wyvern fire.

You stood on the scorched grounds of the Poromish city, now turned into a battle of fables, your eyes staring down the gray creature, its wyvern body lurching forward, wings flexing as the scales of its' throat began to warm. You could already feel the heat press against your face like a invisible force.

This was it.

Ash filled your senses, stabbing at your eyes. But you would not let them close. If this was your fate, of fire from a creature of lore, let you enter Malek's arms as the fabled champion.

As the wyvern fully opened its mouth, you too unclenched your jaws, taking a deep breath and sucking in all the Sulphur and foul air that began to burn at your lungs. But you stood ready to scream a flame of your own -

But, as you began to feel the heat and what you'd assume to have been the unimaginable pain, you feel your body be pulled, no, forced with such a speed that a strange pressure began to build within your ears.

Confusion swarms you as your senses are clustered with the sting of the battlefield, but a familiar voice surrounds you, strong hands holding your shoulders steadying you.

Your hands instinctively reach for your burning eyes in hopes your vision could confirm the man that you believe stands in front of you-

“Don’t.” He says , his voice breathless and graveled as he gently pushes your hands to your sides, “don’t rub them, it only makes it worse.”

That confirmed it, “Garrick?”

Everything hurt and was blurred, but you could tell that voice from anywhere.

“Yeah,” he responds between breathes, “Here. Keep them open, yeah?”

You let out a gasp as your force your eyes to open, the pain radiating across to your entire face. You make out Garricks tall frame, the black of his riding leathers, curl of his hair.

Your head jerks back as cold water is poured over your eyes, rushing down your cheeks and onto the floor.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, “Wyvern breath feels like standing in a forge, fucking hurts your eyes. I should’ve gave you my spare goggles.”

Another round of water hits your face and honestly it feels so, so good. You instinctively move your hands again to rub your face and Garrick is once again holding you back.

“Hurts” you mange to say.

“I know. Fuck when I knew there was a hoard headed your way I just,” he sighs, “I thought I wasn’t going to get there in time.”

The weight and context of his words begin to settle in your mind, and your vision becomes clearer. The fields of battle are stone floors and tapestry filled walls, “Garrick, where am I?”

You can hear his swallow, “Aretia.”

“But…I was halfway - my unit was in Poromiel. How did you?”

“I almost didn’t.”

The room slowly becomes more clearer, it’s just you and him in what appears to be one of the many rooms of the fortress that served as the base of the makeshift 2nd rebellion. You see more of Garrick, the concern on his face, the singed fabric of his leathers.

You look around, “where is everyone, where is my unit?”

His mouth opens and shuts a few times, “you. I wasn’t fast enough. My signet could only,

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A lot of people had asked about creating a masterlist of all my work/headcanons, so

Second order of business this month is to make one! Trying to wrap my mind around putting everything into one post but your patience is appreciated. I'll get there.

Hello! Apologies for the delayed response here!

Thank you! I'm so glad to hear you appreciate my headcanons. I really do love writing Bodhi and I'm so glad you like reading them.

Agreed! What was he described as, a much more friendlier and approachable Xaden, right? But still has a badass streak all while being great at everything and being approachable. Xaden could never lolol.

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In the theme of this news, here’s a

Tyrrish Men Headcanon you didn’t ask for - you’re writing a book edition

- how the Marked Ones react when they find out you’re writing a book

Garrick

Supportive

Convinced the male MC is inspired by him

Will be upset if you make said MMC taller than him

Will not keep your writing a secret, will tell everyone you’re writing a book and you’re the best ever

Watches for any negative feedback once you publish and shuts that down!!

We love a literary guard dog

Asks to be your editor

Don’t let him

Bodhi

So supportive

Your biggest champion already

Will offer to help with anything you need, from letting you brainstorm ideas, offering to review for spelling

Bodhi the beta

And if you let him, he’ll be great at it

If you don’t want the help, he’s getting you snacks and food on long writing days and nights

Will ask you to sign his copy if you publish

Xaden

This guy

Outwardly doesn’t support, but on the inside he’s so proud

One day he’s like “you need to focus on other things”

But the next day you get a blank check basically funding your writing and publishing costs

He makes Liam your editor, because Liam is perfect and he’s not letting Bodhi near your work because Xaden creeped through your drafts and read that one chapter where you described the MMC and he’s convinced they look too much like Bodhi and Xaden is both jealous and vain so Bodhis kicked out of the book squad

How do these men take care of their skin. Heavily made up, a little AU featuring Garrick and Bodhi

Bodhi

He’s the cousin of the Duke but a royal when it comes to skin

Moisturizer, body cream, serums, he has it all

Am and Pm routines

Also actually drinks the amount of water needed to keep his skin looking nice

He’s even keeping out of the sun when the weathers warm to protect his skin

Mother Durran did not raise a skincare simpleton

Like, he and Xaden look alike but up close, Bodhi’s got softer skin

And I stand by that made up fact

Bodhi is often gently advising the others on how the ways of skin caring

A little bit of advice to Imogen on the importance of hydrating a scalp after a pink hair dye.

Gently lecturing Garrick before flight lessons

“Garrick please, just because its cloudy doesn’t mean you can’t get burned”

He’s just trying to help everyone out, heavy is the crown of the king of skin

Garrick

Bruh

Does not have a skincare routine, and has been getting by on good luck all this time

He’s splashing on water on his face, looking at the mirror and winking and is on his way

Body care, its pretty much the same.

He in the locker room showers after a long training on the mat staring at Bodhi asking , “Wait, you put lotion on every time after you shower?”

And Bodhi’s like “….don’t you?”

Garrick goes on a tangent that the Travis family genes always keep him looking handsome, hydrated and whatever else he needs to survive.

He’s also the guy who doesn’t wear sunscreen because “He’s flying so fast on his dragon the sun’s rays can’t even hit him.”

Okay, king. Whatever you say

She borders being an asset and threat to Xaden so they they forge a weird alliance where her power provides insights on leadership and battle strategy to the rebellion and Xaden keeps her on a short leash by begrudgingly supplying half truths about his friends love life.

It felt like only seconds from the moment you saw Bodhi’s riot fly across the sky towards the flight field to this moment now where he’s pulled you into a very well hidden alcove in Riorson House, hands cupping your face and kissing you deeply.

Very, deeply.

Gods, what a feeling. His lips pressed against yours, once cold from the flight now warm and wet. He didn’t even break from air, just leveraging those tiny seconds his lips left yours only to change his angle, tilt your chin up or smile into your mouth. How many days had he been gone now? It didn’t matter, he was making up for every second you spent at that fucking window waiting for Cuir’s green scales to catch the light of the sun, signaling his arrival home.

His thumbs drew small circles on your jaw, as if to loosen your mouth to grant him even further access to you. You didn’t need to be told twice, but the feeling of his skin against yours was a sensation you wanted to never forget.

“Bodhi.” You managed to speak with an exhale as your hands roamed down his leather clad back towards the hem of his pants. You weren’t that desperate to take things further as you were still somewhat in public. But your hands couldn’t help their want to explore. Deciding to trail upwards you slip your fingers under his untucked shirt and slide upwards, enjoying every groove of muscle, counting those gorgeous freckles because even though they made no divot on his skin you still knew exactly where they were; the space between the wet-

Wait a second. What the fuck was that?

Your discovery caused your head to jerk back slightly, and for Bodhi to let out a hiss between his now closed teeth. You withdrew your hand from his shirt, getting to only see a blur of red before Bodhi’s mouth is back on you, kissing you as if you saw nothing, heard nothing.

“T’s nothing.” He murmurs into your lips. But it wasn’t nothing.

You break apart again, and glance down at your hand. Red. Definitely not nothing.

“Bodhi, are you-“

“Fine.” He says again, “Mm fine.”

You ignored his slurred, and frankly, totally sensual tone of voice and finish your sentence, “Bleeding? Are you injured?”

“Its a little scratch.”

Liar. You quickly take advantage of his love struck demeanor and wiggle out of his arms, grabbing at his leathers and pulling them off with one swoop and lifting up his shirt with another. Whether its for checking for injuries or showing affection, you knew how to disrobe this man quickly.

And Bodhi knew it too. “That was hot.”

And Bodhi, was a liar.

Not a little scratch at all. A gash on his side that looked dangerously close to his ribs and openly bleeding.

“Bodhi!” You hissed, “You’re bleeding out! Why aren’t you in the infirmary?”

The brown of his eyes softened, his lashes hooded as he tilts his head to the side, leaning against the cool stone wall, “I wanted to see you first.”

You slip your lips inside your mouth. You weren’t sure if it was to hide a smile or stifle a scream. Not romantic, not romantic. You had to tell yourself in your head. “You need to go to the infirmary right now. Gods Bodhi, you could have passed out, or worse.”

“I’d argue to say that this,” His finger points back and forth between his chest and yours, “Is far from worse.”

You begin to step out of the alcove, “Go to the infirmary, right now. I’m serious. Whenever I say ‘come back in one piece’ before you leave for a mission, I mean it. Don’t skip out on getting yourself taken care of to see me.”

Bodhi could tell you had your serious face on, and Gods did he make it so difficult to be mad at him when he softens that jaw and somehow makes his eyes look extra adorable and his hair somehow magically more curlier, “Sorry.” He mumbled in defeat.

I don’t even know how many versions of this prompt are there but I know this is a favorite of the headcanon series so here you go

Garrick:

Smoochie spot: back of ear

This guy is tall, so crown of head makes sense for easy access to you with minimal effort

But the spot directly behind your ear is his favorite

When cuddling he can wrap himself around you, pulling your back against his chest and kiss that spot over and over.

When he drinks or engages in a little too much churam he can kiss that spot and whisper away how much he loves you, and the future you two will have together

It’s his little vulnerability corner

Bodhi

Smoochie spot: shoulder

Shoulder to cry on, shoulder to smooch on

He loves the muscle and softness on your shoulders, and he has liberty to move to your neck or down your arm if he so pleases

Shoulders are powerful to him, you shoulder the rebellion with him, the weight of keeping those he loves safe. You lift him up in your relationship, so he’s obsessed with that part of you, physically and emotionally

He’s a little soft and coy with his affections, so he has a little thing he does in public or spaces where he’s less affectionate, he will kiss his hand and touch your shoulder

He’ll brush his hand on your shoulder in the halls of Riorson House or put his hands on your shoulder to praise your technique on flight field in front of the other cadets, both of you knowing it’s a kiss in disguise

Liam

Smoochie spot: chin

I have a little headcanon I don’t know if I’ll ever write that Liam is such a charmer, but also a little clumsy with real emotions

Like if Xaden asked him to seduce someone for the sake of the mission he would no problem, but if he actually liked someone and wanted to peruse them, he wouldn’t know what to do

So I imagine he drinks a little too much before talking with you and when going in for a kiss he misses and gets your chin instead. It’s awkward but endearing

As you two continue your relationship it becomes his way of showing ultimate affection to you, a purposeful kiss on the chin

Maybe I should get around to writing this lolol

Xaden

Smoochie spot: stomach and knees

Yeah he gets two he’s Xaden

Now in public it’s forehead kisses but behind closed doors and on random pieces of furniture its these parts of you he loves

Prompt: Big Blanket Season featuring Bodhi and Garrick

Big blanket season in Tyrrendor was the best and worst time of the year. Worst as the weather was harsh and winters cold, especially in Aretia where the winds from the cliffs are so strong they make their way through the valley bringing cold and snow. But, it’s the best because things stay still, fires are made and you can find a Tyrrish man with a big blanket to cuddle up with and stay warm. No, it’s not a euphemism, it’s the Tyrrish way.

Bodhi: you and Bodhi take this season seriously. You are constantly checking the comforters throughout the summer months. You’re re stitching the fabric, re washing and putting scented flowers between each layer in anticipation for their unveiling. Bodhi goes into the forest to find firewood because it’s never too early to stock up. When winter hits, you both are ready. You hunker down in his room in Riorson house, clear your schedules and get cozy. Bodhi loads the fire in the fireplace, you unroll the blankets and dive into them. You have your favorite books lined up to read. Bodhi hangs a kettle with spice filled tea. You discarded your titles at the door. You are no longer the riders of the resistance, he no longer the spare. It’s perfect, serene, and Bodhi can curl into your lap and whisper his desires to never leave this place, never leave you.

Prompt: Bodhi needs a break

Bodhi is a new father and has been up with his partner and the baby. The Marked ones convince him that he needs some sleep, so who is doing what while this dad tasked a break?

Garrick:

Boasted that he could do all the things to help the baby, however when it came to a rather messy diaper change, he withdrew from the battle and deserted the mission

The role: the carrier

Garricks putting his muscles to work carrying the baby around Riorson house to get them down for a nap

He does a full tour of the place, showing all the rooms and going into detail on the history

People are impressed by his knowledge of both Riorson house and but Imogen thinks he just likes to hear his own voice

Imogen

The role: the enforcer

But not for baby

For everyone else

Because this child is her favorite, even though Bodhi is the first among everyone to have kids , Imogen knows that Bodhis kid will still be her favorite

So everyone else better take this babysitting mission seriously

She makes a plan, holds a battle brief, and holds everyone accountable to their assigned duties

One mistake, one cry from the baby, you’re dragon snacks

Xaden

The role: the lookout

Or “code name honey bear shadow” as Garrick puts it

Pretty on point right

Basically Xadens shadows are at full disposal while Bodhi sleeps. A shadow rocking the cradle to baby sleep, a shadow to help balance the baby’s head during tummy time

A shadow to even give a shove to Garrick when he makes a terrible dad joke to try to calm th baby

Also secretly hes on Imogen watch as well, been getting pulled by the ear and yelled by Imogen for not keeping all eyes and shadows on the baby sucks

Liam

Yes, Liam is here to watch the baby because this is my headcanon lolol

The role: stay alive

The second role: fun lieutenant

Basically doing all the things to make things fun

Playing with his carved dragons

Funny faces

Making Xaden and Garrick do silly things to make the baby laugh etc