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Summary: A drabble of a healer meeting Liam through the infirmary, becoming infatuated with one another. (Side note: I’m slowly getting back into writing fanfiction after a hiatus on another account, and I’ve been writing a lot drabbles. This is my first Fourth Wing one- I’m currently in the middle of Iron Flame- so I apologize if there are some inaccuracies. I’m still learning about the lore ☺️ I just really wanted to write something for Liam! It's short, standing at 1,100 words, but I will make longer one-shots in time. ☺️]

Trigger warnings?: None.

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You grumbled as you walked down the hall towards the infirmary, frantically trying to pin your braids in a crown. It had been your dream to join the Healers Quadrant at Basgiath War College since you were a young girl, wanting to follow in your mother and elder brother’s footsteps. They forgot to mention how reckless the Riders Quadrant could be.

”Cadet Rose!” You heard the familiar voice call out, causing you to pause in your tracks. There goes walking into the infirmary discreetly. “You’re late…again.”

You turned to face Winifred, offering her a small smile. “Forgive me, I slept in.”

“Will you sleep in when a patient is dying?”

You winced at her harsh tone. ‘No, ma’am.”

Winifred nodded, looking over your appearance. “I don’t want to see it happen again.”

”Yes, ma’am.”

”Good.” Winifred clicked her tongue, motioning you to follow her. “We have quite a few patients today from…”

”Riders Quadrant,” you cut her off. “And how many are victims of Cadet Mairi?”

”Not all of them are here because of me.”

You turned to see a blonde standing there dressed in rider black. He offered you a boyish smile, his dimples popping out. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his muscular body, settling on his rebellion relic at his wrist that snaked into his tunic. You’ve heard the grumbles of his name through the infirmary; some riders grumbling that they got beaten by a Tyr.

“And what brings you to the infirmary, Cadet Mairi?” Winifred spoke up.

”I came by to check on Cadet Sorrengail,” the blonde responds. “Just finishing up.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat when his piercing blue eyes returned to you, his smile never faltering.

”You’re quite infamous around here, Cadet Mairi,” you stated, unable to hide your second time gazing over his body.

”You say that like it’s a bad thing…” he trailed off, his gaze narrowing on your name patch embroidered on your pale blue uniform. “Cadet Rose. What a lovely last name for a lovely face.”

Your cheeks heated at the obvious flirtatious comment. “If you excuse me, Cadet Mairi, I have work to attend to.”

You could feel his eyes on you as you walked past the blonde and you made the mistake of looking behind you, catching that boyish smile one last time before he turned to leave the infirmary.

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You yawned, rubbing your tired eyes while making your way down to your dorm. You haven’t seen the blonde rider for two days- not since Cadet Sorrengail was turned loose. Your mind kept thinking back to him and his natural charm.

”Snap out of it, Y/N,” you grumbled. “He’s probably just another stupid, arrogant rider like-“

”Y/N!”

You turned hearing your good friend, Alina’s, voice and you furrowed your brows when she came closer, a wide smile on her features. “Why do you look so happy, Ali?”

”When were you going to tell me you were sneaking around with a rider of all people?” Her voice dropped to a whisper.

Your eyes widened. “What! I would-“

”Is that why you’re always so tired? Because you’re practicing your dragon riding skills?” She taunted.

”I am not sleeping with a rider,” you hissed. “Who told you that?”

The dark-haired girl shrugged. “No one. I just saw someone leave your dorm and he was wearing rider black.”

You pulled away from Alina, picking up your pace to your dorm room. When you flung your door open, you looked around scrunching your brows in confusion. Everything seemed to be organized and in place before your eyes wandered over to your desk.

You walked closer, frowning at the sight of the wooden rose sitting in the middle of your desk. You picked it up and twirled it in your fingers; a small smirk forming at the note still on your desk:

From the asshole putting riders in the infirmary.

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The carved roses had grown in the upcoming couple of weeks, yet no sign of Cadet Mairi- or as you’ve learned, Liam. You were able to learn more about him from the cranky, injured riders, who mentioned that he was the top of the first-year riders and had bonded with a red daggertail. You only hoped you could catch a glimpse of him sneaking in and out of your dorm. Alina often teased you about your secret admirer.

You leaned against the stone wall, your eyes scanning the crowd of pale blue, hoping to catch a glimpse of that black that you’ve seen so often in the infirmary. It didn’t take long for you to get your answer, seeing the blonde man pushing his way through the crowd.

You licked your lips lightly, pushing off the stone and following after him, noticing him slipping through your dorm after opening the door. “I was hoping to catch you,” you spoke up, giggling when you saw him jump.

You smiled more when he turned to you, leaning against the wall and folding your arms over your chest. “The roses are lovely, Liam.”

Liam rubbed his neck sheepishly, looking down at what seemed to be the seventh rose he left in your dorm since he began. “I-I wanted to carve these roses for you as an apology.”

You raised your brows. “Why do you need to apologize?”

Liam’s surprise quickly turned into a smirk. “For making you work so hard…” He furrowed his brows. “You know, I never got your first name, Cadet Rose,” he realized.

You hung your head, scrunching your nose. “It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Liam repeated, testing your name on his tongue. You felt your stomach flutter at the way he said your name. His smirk turned into a smile, looking down at the rose in his hands once more, twirling it in his hands. “It’s just as pretty as Rose,” he said casually with a wink, offering you the wooden flower.

The flutters grew from the wink, the way his eyes were watching you, and his smile. You reached out, taking the rose, your fingers brushing against his. “I don’t think I can be angry at someone who makes me such lovely gifts…even if he only knew my last name,” you teased.

Liam chuckled, crossing his arms. “I can give you more than carved roses, Y/N.”

You tilted your head, smirking more. “Maybe if you survive your first year, Mairi.”

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𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: One last night of freedom before conscription day. One last night before your entire life changes. One last night to be with Liam Mairi before you face hell together.

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The flutters erupted in your stomach as you examined yourself in the longview mirror, wearing a deep red, tight-fitting dress, your rebellion relic on display on your right arm’s forearm and creeping upwards. Tonight was the last day of freedom before you entered the jaws of the beast, as your foster brother Xaden put it. 

You lived with Liam Mairi under the care of Duke Lindell in Tirvainne, Xaden, already at the place you will call home when the sun rises tomorrow. The Duke thought to give you two a last special night and hosted a party for you and Liam. You weren’t sure if you were nervous because of Conscription Day or if you got to spend one last night with Liam.

After your father was executed for his involvement in the Tyrrish Rebellion, you were scared to be alone, or worse, be executed as well for your father’s supposed crimes. Still, you were thankful when you were taken in, and you were living with two boys. Duke Lindell had made the three of you welcome and even trained with Xaden and Liam, preparing to survive the walls of Basgiath War College. You just had to survive the first obstacle– the parapet.

You let out a deep sigh, glancing over when you heard the knock on the door, followed by it opening a moment later. Your breath caught in your throat, looking over Liam dressed up in a black button-up, complemented with black pants and black boots. The flutters seemed to intensify, your heartbeat quickening. 

You'd better be with Liam when I see you next.

You could hear Xaden’s last teasing words to you before he left for Basgiath two years ago. He was the only one who knew of your feelings for the blonde, and he seemed to do his best as your wingman while you grew up together for the four years you had. At the time, you thought it was just Xaden being an annoying older brother. But, seeing Liam standing there all dressed up, you were reconsidering Xaden’s annoying methods as genuine attempts.

“Now, you’re going to make me feel underdressed,” Liam spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck with a small chuckle. 

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment, smiling down at your red dress. “You don’t need much to look good, Mairi.” You mentally winced at the cheesy line.

Liam only offered you a small but charming smile as he walked closer to you. No matter what hardships you’ve faced, Liam was always beside you with that warming aura surrounding him. When you first arrived in Duke Lindell’s care, you were plagued with nightmares of your father’s execution, but Liam always kept his bedroom door open for you and slept in his bed for the better part of the first year in Tirvainne.

“Well, I was hoping to escort you to the party, if you’d allow me,” he said, offering you his hand with a mocking bow, his smile only widening.

You giggled but took his hand in yours. “I would love to escort you, Liam.”

You laughed while Liam took you around the ballroom floor, your eyes shining bright while looking into his blue eyes. He wanted to make sure the last night would surely be one to remember for the years to come. You scrunched your nose when he pulled you back to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You were content in his arms and only wished that this moment would last forever.

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” You asked softly after a moment. 

Liam blew out a breath, thinking it over before shaking his head. “We were trained for this exact moment. We’ll be okay.”

You nodded, although it didn’t help the nervous flutters. Liam seemed to feel your nerves, leaning his head down and lightly touching his forehead to yours. “Hey, Xaden would make sure we won’t fail.”

“Xaden won’t be able to help us cross the parapet.”

“No, but I will be there for you,” he whispered. “I’m not going to let you die, Y/N. Especially not on the first day.”

He offered you a small reassuring smile, and you couldn’t help but return it. “The same goes for you, Mairi.”

Liam chuckled. “I would never leave you alone in this world,” he assured you, looking over your features.

You felt his hot breath hit your face lightly, smiling as he stared at you. “Something on your mind?” You asked softly.

He pulled away, a nervous laugh passing his lips. “I…I was just thinking about something,” he began, leaning his head against the side of yours to whisper in your ear. “I have a secret to share with you, but we need to survive our first year at Basgiath.”

His breath tickling your hair sent chills down your spine. “So…you’re going to keep a secret from me for an entire year and not tell me?” You questioned, mocking offense.

Liam laughed more, pulling back to look over your features once more. He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as the song the band performed slowly came to an end. “I’ll tell you when our first year ends, darling.”

You smirked, holding up your right pinkie. “Promise?”

Liam nodded, hooking his pinkie with yours before leaning down, giving your cheek a light kiss. It might have only been a couple of seconds, but the feeling lingered. You could have sworn your heart would leap out of your chest if it were possible.

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@empyreanevents Liam Week Day 7: Free Day

Liam Mairi x Reader, Modern College AU

Getting tackled by a golden retriever was not on your bingo card for this particular day. Or on any of your bingo cards for that matter. That’s what you get for running late. Professor Markham was going to kill you if this dog didn’t do it first.

You had stayed up all night working on your paper for Markham’s class and had fallen asleep in the wee hours of the morning and slept right through your alarm. Meaning, on top of grogginess and lack of sleep, you had to skip breakfast and cut through Basgiath University’s dog park just to make it to class on time.

You were already flustered, hungry and exhausted when the reddest looking golden retriever you’d ever seen barreled straight into you, toppling you at the knees and bringing you and your backpack down into the grass.

If that wasn’t just the icing on the cake.

“Deigh!” A guy’s voice shouted across the park and the retriever paused his sniffing and licking of you momentarily to snap his head up before returning to tormenting you.

“Get off me! You stupid dog!” You said, attempting to sound angry but, really you were closer to tears than anything else.

“Deigh! Stop it!” The guy was closer now, pulling the dog to him and leashing him. Deigh apparently was a very strong pooch though, because the leash could barely keep him at this boy’s side.

“Come here, boy,” he said as you sat up. He procured a treat from a bag attached to his waist and used it to lure Deigh a step or two further away from you.

“You know,” you said, wiping the grass stains off your backpack, “you shouldn’t bribe him with treats.” You knew you sounded bitter, but you didn’t care. You were well and fully late now, imagining the public humiliation you would receive upon entering, both late and covered in dirt and dog slobber.

“I am really sorry about him. He never does that, he must just like you.”

“Well, he has a funny way of showing it,” you said, anger quickly dissipating to frustrated tears as you noticed the stains all over your favorite outfit - the one bit of joy you allowed yourself in picking out this morning.

You finally looked up at the guy and immediately wished you hadn’t. He was really pretty. Perfect blond hair, swooped just the right way, gorgeous eyes looking at you concerned, tall, strong, and generally looked like a puppy dog given human form.

You really wanted to be mad, but he looked nice, he’d apologized, and Deigh had his tail between his legs and sent sad eyes looking up at you.

The campus clock tower struck ten, each ring a death knell for your reputation in Markham’s class. On that tenth chime, you dropped your head in your hands and sank to the ground, tears that had threatened to fall all morning finally doing so.

Deigh moved forward, nudging his nose at your arms and finally settling his head in your lap, tail thumping on the ground.

You finally let your face go, dropping your hands to card through Deigh’s fur since the dog wasn’t moving.

“What’s wrong?” The guy asked.

You looked into those pretty, puppy dog eyes and figured, ‘why not?’ and spilled everything this morning had done to you. Pouring your tortured student heart out to this pretty stranger your age.

“I follow rubrics to the letter and nothing I do is ever good enough! It’s like he looked at me the first day two semesters ago and said that for however long I’m in his classes, I am the one he’s going to pick on. Every example of what not to do, he uses my work. Every time I answer a question, I’m always wrong. Some other student parrots back the same thing I said with a few different words? Excellent. Marvelous answer. I’d drop the class but my program’s so small and he teaches the majority of the classes. I just- I’m so tired, you know?”

Deigh keened from your lap, seeming to understand in the way dogs often do as his owner sat beside you, scratching the dog’s back.

“But, I’m sorry,” you said, “you don’t even know me and I’ve wasted your and my time just dumping all of this out, I-“

“Let me stop you there. My name’s Liam, and I get it. My program’s like that too.”

He paused momentarily, indicating you, when you told him your name, he smiled softly and said, “see? Now we know each other. And something tells me, you needed some fuzz therapy right about now.”

“I never thought those events were worth going to,” you said, remembering the flyers around campus last semester for students to destress from finals with some campus dogs at the library.

“We go all the time,” Liam said, scratching his dog behind the ears, “Deigh is always a hit there. He always seems to know exactly what someone needs. I think that’s why he sought you out this morning.”

You sighed and rubbed the dog’s side. “Good boy.”

Deigh barked enthusiastically once, happy to be of service.

“I am sorry for yelling and crying at you on some random Tuesday,” you said.

“Don’t say sorry, we all have our moments. Besides, Deigh and I got a new friend out of it, didn’t we bud?”

Deigh barked and sat up to lick your face, pulling the first laugh of the day from you.

The clock tower struck again, indicating that there was only a half an hour left of your class anyway.

“You know what?” you said.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck Markham,” you said, “For all he knows I was sick today. He doesn’t like me anyway, why should I bend over backwards for him. For all he hates me, he has to grade me fairly.”

“There’s the spirit,” Liam said, “maybe you could ask around, see if any other students have reported similar things with him, I know he’s an adjunct in a few other departments. I’ve got a friend who’s dealt with some nastiness from him as well.”

“Are you really suggesting I try to get a professor fired?”

“After everything you told me, yes.”

“Maybe I’ll just start with skipping class,” you laughed.

“Sure,” Liam smiled, “hey, since you’re not going to class anyway, how do you feel about accompanying me and this little rascal for some breakfast?”

At the mention of food, Deigh’s head snapped up and you laughed. Just at the same time, your stomach growled loudly.

“You know, that sounds great, Liam. Lead the way.”