#imogen x reader

Xaden Riorson – physical touch

Guiding cadets as a wingleader was hard and draining, and you had yet to find a way to cope with all the responsibility. It was quite honoring having their lives entrusted in your hands, but also terrifying. The days were long and the thoughts and planning of next training sessions didn’t leave even after the door of your bedroom shut closed. It was even more draining for Xaden, his own wing being under close watch of the leadership.

It was only a few months till your own graduation, when the responsibility would let you go and you’d end up on the bottom of the commander food chain again, but you’ll have to manage till then. You’re already bathed and changed when his familiar heavy steps thump through the door. The boots hit the floor and his flight jacket, smelling of wind and dragon breath, falls over yours across the chair.

You turn to him, tired but enamored smile spreading across your face. His hands wrap around your middle and lift you to your tiptoes. He buries his face in the floral scent of your shampoo, leaving small kisses in the crook of your neck. You can feel the strain of the day radiating off him in waves of stress.

“Long day?” You whisper.

“The longest,” Xaden murmurs into your shoulder and lightly caresses your shoulder blades.

He gets to bed in as little layers as he can, content with letting the blankets and your closeness provide all the warmth. He cuddles to your back, pulling you impossible closer with his iron grip into him. You caress the bicep under your head, drawing idle patterns on his forearm. Sleep was a privilege to those in position of power at Basgiath, but with each other it came as naturally as breathing.

He braids your hair in the morning without having to ask the way he saw you do it countless times. Gives you three kisses before opening the door and holding your hand all the way to breakfast. Stands right behind your chair in battle brief, lightly massaging your shoulders when he decides not to pay too much attention.

When you have a close call with your dragon in flight lessons that afternoon, he has heard by the time you make it to your room slightly limping. He’s already there and on you in an instant, peeling your protective layers off to inspect every inch of your skin himself. Satisfied with no evidence of other injuries, he picks you up and carries you to the bed even though it’s only a few steps away.

He inspects your ankle like it has personally offended him and when you cry out in pain when he bends it, reaches out for a balm he stole from the infirmary with a brooding expression. He knows it wasn’t your fault, it was an accident, but the knowledge makes you no less hurt and he wished there was someone to blame it on. Later that day, when you insist on joining the leadership meeting anyway, he almost fights you on carrying you there and holds your pinkie under the table the whole time.

Because Xaden Riorson always needed to touch you, to make sure you’re really there. That you’re safe, and not just some cruel trick picture of his exhausted mind. He never got words of love in his life, and didn’t know how to give or receive them. Maybe he was no poet, but his touches always showed you how deeply he loved you.

Garrick Tavis – acts of service

Garrick has learned early on to care about himself first and everybody else next. Xaden was right behind him on the list as his best friend and leader, as well as someone he considered his oldest brother in crime. He paraded himself as someone confident and self-centered, not giving much damn about anybody else.

That changed when he met you, a sunshine personified. How did someone like you end up in the rider’s quadrant was absolutely beyond him, but that only intrigued him more. He was sure the cruelty of this place would soon dim your shine, but on the contrary to his conviction it was like every hardship you encountered only made you shine more.

Very soon did he realize his mistake when he saw you sparring on the mat in your first round of challenges. Maybe you gave the impression of a delicate flower swayed in the summer breeze, but your fighting was precise and lethal. You knew what you were doing, how to use every weapon or position to your advantage. Now, a couple months later and proudly calling himself your boyfriend, you still didn’t stop to amaze him.

“There you go, sunshine,” he extends a handful of your daggers to you for the next match.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you wink at him and he almost melts in the sunlight.

You win, again, and jump into his arms in celebration. The dinner call comes soon after that, the whole squad making enthusiastic stroll to the mess hall. You’re blabbing on about some pretty sword you saw on your last trip to town and he tried to listen, but his mind keeps running to how beautiful you are and how you still have so much energy after sweating on the mat for three hours.

The conversation around your usual table flows without a hitch, but he concentrates on how you only carry your tray in one hand and stare the fork down in a silent match. He switches his plate with yours in no time, cutting your food up into delicate cubes. You watch him dumbfounded, it shouldn’t surprise you how perceptive he is after all these months but it still does anyway. He returns your plate cut up so all you need to do is stab the pieces with your fork.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. “My wrist is just a little sore from the last challenge.”

“Don’t even mention it,” Garrick blusters.

He helps you take your shirt off that night and makes sure not to squish your hand when cuddling. In the morning he brushes your hair and puts it in a neat ponytail after the fifth try, then follows you around the day to take your notes for you. You tell him to go to his own duties at least a dozen times, but he never budges.

When you return to bed that night absolutely exhausted, he massages your back with calming oils and unlaces your shoes, putting them neatly by the side of the bed. Then he cuddles up with you wrapped up in blankets and dreams, calmly combing your hair with his fingers.

Garrick Tavis always considered himself a charmer, but the longer he talked to people he cared about, the harder it was to let the words of affection out. He found it so much easier to show them through his actions, and you always knew that every little service he did for you, he did with the utmost love and adoration for you in mind.

Bodhi Durran – gifts

Since a young age, Bodhi was taught that gifts have a lot of meaning. A gift can carry a thousand words, his mom used to say, and she was never wrong. He loved to receive birthday presents and guess what people thought about when they were purchasing them for him, and he loved to browse shops and antiques for hours with the receiving person in mind.

Now at Basgiath, there wasn’t a lot of occasions for gift giving. But he always found an opportunity to give one to you, the most ethereally beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes on. You had collected a respectable number of heart-shaped rocks from him before you decided to accept his first date invitation, now a year later they still all resided on your windowsill.

Over the time he gifted you a beautiful pen when you had learned how to magically fill them, a pair of protection gloves when you had discovered your signet, a first edition of fairytale book for your birthday and a bunch of field flowers every now and then just because. Bodhi was a serious gift giver and it seemed that at any time he could find or make up an excuse to gift you something, however small it was.

You held those gifts close to your heart no matter how many you got, because you knew in a place like this, every day was a risk of losing him and only having these things to hang onto. Most were neatly stacked in a box under your bed and occasionally taken out for you to marvel over. He gave you so many special things, it made finding the perfect gift for his birthday that much harder.

“It’s nothing special,” you warned him that evening in his room.

“Whatever it is I’ll love it,” Bodhi promised.

He unwrapped the carefully placed blue paper and opened the box, curiously looking inside. The pair of clearly a little perished and probably older than him daggers carried some tyrrish symbols, runes he recognized as protection, strength and accuracy spells. Some of them were being used even now in Tyrrendor, but in a noticeably modernized version.

“Wow, where did you get that?” Bodhi exhales stunned.

“A little antique store in town… do you like them?” You hesitate. “They were discounted, I guess nobody really wanted them cause of…”

There was no need to finish, a lot of people considered objects with tyrrish symbols cursed or dangerous nowadays. You originally wanted to get him some shiny new ones, or a great new sword perfectly balanced, but really with what money here? And you had a guess he will more appreciate something personal that comes from his home, something that made you think of him when you saw it.

“They’re perfect,” he swears, already holding them close.

Cleaning them off was his personal free time project for the next week, and when he took them out to use in sparring, he proudly showed you first. It came with gifting you a whole set of different fabric cloths to clean your own, something he knew you often slacked at. He knew you’ll probably stash them away and when he pesters you about not using them, you’ll complain they’re too precious to dirty them with blood and filth.

Bodhi Durran loved to show his love, and whatever feelings he couldn’t put in exact wording, he always found a way to show them through his gifts. He was open about how much he appreciated you and wanted to care for you with the things he gave you, to benefit you or just to pick up your mood. You’d never complain, because you knew all his gifts came with the most precious love for you.

Dain Aetos – words of affirmation

Dain was always a rule follower. Even since before he entered the rider’s quadrant he lived by the army codex and made sure never to step out of line. Which is probably the reason you got on his nerves since day one. The moment you stepped off the parapet, you ignored every rule put in place. If he instructed his squad not to do something, it was certainty you’ll find yourself in the exact situation.

Over the first few weeks he spent more time pestering you than in lectures or even training. After a little while though, he had to admit you were growing on him. He spent his whole life in the confinements of rules he had to follow, you were a bold whirlwind of fresh air and very little care for your own life apparently.

Slowly, his reproaches started coming accompanied by encouragements. If he saw you struggling in challenges, he boosted your confidence with the memory of you climbing the walls and roofs of the castle in search of the moonlight. Before presentation day he reminded you that you don’t have to be afraid of the dragons, because you fight monsters from nightmares before breakfast. For threshing, he encouraged your self-confidence reminding you about all the weapons you currently carried you won in challenges.

And when you landed on the flight field with your dragon, he couldn’t be prouder. You were still a trouble, but you became his trouble. And he wouldn’t have it any other way than for you to be solely his problem. You challenged him in ways no one has ever tried to, not only his leadership and skill, but also his self-respect and morals.

But no confidence could cover the insecurities seeping though the tough exterior when you couldn’t get a hold of fight maneuver of figure out how to provoke your signet to finally show up. With passing months everybody else was discovering their talents every day and you still only enviously watched as signetless.

“Hey, it’s gonna happen, you just have to let it run its course,” Dain reiterated for the hundredth time.

“Pfft, easy for you to say, wingleader,” you snort annoyed.

“I know it’s frustrating, but you won’t hurry it up by having an attitude,” he says calmly. “You are amazing, your dragon is amazing, so your signet is also going to be amazing, and amazing things take time. And patience.”

It was a miracle you always found his words more soothing than annoying and hadn’t thrown him out the window yet. But somehow, when Dain said all these sweet caring things, they always become true. He was no future teller, but he was confident in your abilities. Even now, when you were on the brink of doubts, he proved to be right after all, when your signet manifested just a few days later.

“See, I knew you could do it!” He laughed and twirled you in his arms. “You are so talented and smart. Absolutely exceptional.”

Every time doubts clouded your mind, Dain somehow knew exactly what to say to make you feel better, and when you were seething with anger and annoyance, he could calm you down and soothe you with just a few kind words. Maybe you really were made for each other with the effect his words had on you the second he spoke them.

Dain Aetos had learned how to make his girl feel special and appreciated and knew exactly what to say to drive away any doubts she had about herself. From every word you always felt the love he carried for you.

Imogen Cardulo – acts of service

There was no place for sweetness and kindness in a place like the rider’s quadrant. It was famous for taking away everything fragile and nice. So Imogen adapted. She became hard as a for and unreadable like forgotten languages. She promised herself to never be weak and vulnerable again. Never to fall in love or leave any space for being betrayed. It was pure self-preservation.

Therefore, after she started dating you, she was unfamiliar with words of love or spending time together. Most things people deemed romantic seemed useless and boring to her. So she opted to offer to spend time doing beneficial activities. You were ecstatic the first time she invited you to train with her, even though it added another hour in the gym to her already very long day.

You spent half the evenings studying together for classes and exams and when you were falling a little behind, she explained every matter you didn’t understand and never judged you for needing to take a different approach to problems or strategies. She also monitored your eating habits and brought you a sandwich every time you forgot to include lunch or dinner in your busy schedule.

She slowly renewed your whole wardrobe and before you noticed, all your flight jackets and training shirts were replaced with Imogen’s much more fitting and effective versions. The morning after you complained about the laces of your boots always coming loose, you found them next to the dresser fastened to perfection.

Even now, being stuck in the gym for what felt like the thousandth hour repeating drills and techniques, she handed you your water bottle before you could even register the need to replace the fluids lost by sweating on the mat. When you’re finally allowed to leave, she takes the jacket off your shoulders the moment you unzip it and hangs it by your door, noting to the way you flinch when straining your shoulder.

“Here, let me help you with that a little bit,” and before you can protest she’s massaging your aching muscles.

“You don’t have to take so much care of me,” you quarrel weakly.

“Nonsense, you’re my girlfriend,” Imogen states leaving no space for argument with her tone.

You could never complain about her treatment, because even though she showed an unruly cruel side to everyone else, she always carried you like a princess. She hated the archives but always spent however long necessary to help you find a book you were looking for. The smell of disinfectant that filled the infirmary made her sick, but the moment she heard about you getting hurt she was there, screaming at whoever came near enough to make you a priority.

Imogen Cardulo may have been a tough rock molded by steel and brutality she went through in her life, but even the sight of you made her heart beat faster and her cheeks warm up. And even though she didn’t know how to lazily spend time together, didn’t see the benefit in useless items as gifts or didn’t know how to say all the things she felt aloud, you always felt the unconditional love in her actions.

Violet Sorrengail – quality time

Violet could imagine a lot of things, but not how exhausting it’s going to be trying to survive in the rider’s quadrant. Of course she didn’t expect a walk through a rose garden, but she also didn’t expect that fearing for her life would literally consume every waking moment, and even her sleep. She’d love to say she got used to it over the year, but the truth was she didn’t. Only in her second year did she start adjusting and making friends outside of her squad.

You were one of those friends, turned close confidant turned lover turned girlfriend. A year ago she could only dream about having enough time in the day to start dating someone, so now she tried to spend every free time doing something nice with you. Walks to the town on weekends, picking flowers on chill afternoons, watching stars in the dead of night when sleep refused to claim either of you.

Daydreaming was your favorite pastime, but you also studied together for battle brief exams which always turned into conversations about life after an hour of textbooks reading. Violet loved to spend time with you, even if it was something simple like braiding each other’s hair or stitching holes in your uniforms. You’ve learned multiple braiding techniques with her beautiful silver locks and she always found new ways to incorporate flowers into yours.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Violet chirps much too excitedly for the early hour of the morning at breakfast.

“Hopefully sleeping in..?” You answer uncertainly.

“There’s a play in town for the weekend, maybe we could go?” She tries to act all nonchalant about her offer, but you see the excitement in the spark of her eye.

“Sure, it’s gonna be nice,” you shrug your shoulders and she jumps around your neck almost choking you on the piece of egg you’ve been eating.

“Great! Pick you up at five,” Violet almost skips away in happiness.

It was almost unnatural for someone to be this excited and loving at Basgiath, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You went to dinner after the play and strolled back to the quadrant watching the stars swimming above you. Hands locked together chatting about dragons and dreams, there was no better way to spend your time than with Violet.

It could have been the most mundane things, picking duties together to make washing dishes or delivering books to the scribe quadrant a tad bit more bearable. Between the two of you the moments always felt special. And when Violet got knocked out during a challenge, you were the first one sitting by her side in the infirmary, refusing to leave until she was released and crouching next to her in the small bed talking nonsense to take her mind off things.

One day you went swimming with her squad, another one you sat in the grass reading your own books and leaning on each other in the shade. Even in silence the time spent with her was better than anything else. And when you cuddled in bed betting on who will fall asleep first, you felt like you could spend the rest of your life right there.

Quality time was always something Violet Sorrengail found herself in the lack of, and when she started dating you, she wanted to spend all the free time with you, making it as special as could be. Be it hours of undisturbed fun or only a few minutes before your hectic days started, you always found yourself enamored with all the quality time she came up with just to show you her love.

Mira Sorrengail – words of affirmation

The life at an active outpost guarding the borders was always crazy. Mira often found herself swept under the current of constant threats and duties, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. The adrenaline and risks thrilled her. Many people thought she was just carreer driven and desperate to appease her mother and fulfill the leadership’s unattainable expectations, and maybe they’d be right a little.

But she also signed up for every mission and extra patrol simply because she liked to keep herself active. So when you joined her outpost fresh out of Basgiath and didn’t show similar enthusiasm, she looked down her nose at you a little. Most cadets were excited to get into the real battle as soon as they graduated, but you seemed to linger in the back rows and judge everything around you before making any efforts.

That’s why it surprised her to see you in the gym after hours, when most of the outpost was already asleep, training a maneuver over and over with not much progress. The room felt warmed up by your stress and your frustrated grunts prompted you aren’t having much success. She offered to help, it was always nicer to have a sparring partner than just try to practice fighting alone.

You studied her with watchful gaze before nodding, apprehensive to the hero who wanted to stand against you. You warned her you weren’t any good, but you surely had to have some skills to make it through the rider’s quadrant alive. You just needed a bit of practice, not many people were actually battle-ready right after college anyway.

“Just try to put your stance lower for the move,” she instructed and watched you implement her tips with pleasure. “See? You’re already doing much better.”

“I doubt that, but thank you,” it must have been the first smile she has ever seen from you.

On the way to grab some midnight snack after training she made you tell her about how you don’t really feel like you belong, how you feel like you just had a shit-ton of luck making it through school and now are completely lost. How you think your dragon could do much better than you and how he must regret picking you at times.

“Hey, dragons know much more about us than we do ourselves,” Mira reminds you. “They see our potential, our core, our abilities. So if he picked you, it was for a very good reason, trust me. He didn’t choose you lightly.”

Since then, she made it her personal mission to brighten your days just a little and chase every dark thought about yourself away. She reminded you of all your skills when you were feeling low, listed your qualities when you were getting your ass kicked in training and used every affectionate word in the dictionary to tell you how amazing and great you are.

She was the one to ask you out on a date, and you said yes with your cheeks and ears painted red. And with every sentence of worship and affection from her, you slowly started to believe you really are the beautiful, smart and kind girl she sees in you. When you laid together, limbs entwined and minds running with possibilities, she whispered every loving affirmation in your ear like a prayer.

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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Bodhi Durran |[☆]

Picture Perfect - Bodhi's jealousy shows

Imogen Cardulo |

Nothing here yet

Liam Mairi |

Living Love - You almost sacrifice your life for his.

Xaden Riorson |

Contrast

Calm Down

Dain Aetos |

Nothing here yet

Rhiannon Matthias |

Nothing here yet

Ridoc Gamlyn |

Nothing here yet

Sawyer Henrick |

Nothing here yet

Violet Sorrengail |

Dating headcanons

Brennan Sorrengail |[☆]

Nothing here yet

Mira Sorrengail |

Nothing here yet

Jack Barlowe |

Nothing here yet

Catriona Cordella |

Nothing here yet

“Y/N,what’s up?” She signed before quickly adding “Who’s your new friend?” You rolled your eyes knowing what she was implying. 

“I’m just helping her find her friends that she got separated from. Have you seen a group of French people? Like five boys and four girls,have you seen them?”

“I did just see a group walk by here a like 10 minutes ago”

“What direction did they go in?” She turned to the girl before answering you,you turned to see that she was talking and turned back to your friend who thankfully translated what she said. She had asked your friend for the time.

“It’s 4:50” You saw her face drop and a look of panic took over,she started rambling so fast that your friend struggled to keep up. But you understood that she needed to get to a meeting point before 5:00. 

“Do you know where it is or any of the buildings around it?” She told your friend the name of a nearby cafe,and you knew if you hurried you’d get there just in time. You gestured for her to follow you before you waved to your friend. You led her to where your scooter was parked,quickly unlocking it before handing her your extra helmet before you put yours on. She got on and put her hands on your shoulders,you tapped her hand and pointed to your waist instead,she moved her hands to your waist as you put in the key and started driving. You felt her hold you tighter as you picked up speed. A few moments later you noticed her grip got less tight as she was distracted looking around,you wished you could’ve seen her face. You reached the cafe and she got off,handing you back the helmet. You saw a group approach you,looking closer you recognized that they were her friends. They started talking,they must’ve said something about you because she turned back to you and quickly back to them. You took off your helmet,fixing your hair as you stood up,giving them a wave hello. She must’ve told them about you not being able to hear since they all waved back. There was a few minutes and you spent them ‘talking’ to the girl which consisted of you passing your phone back and forth,writing everything. You learned that her name was Imogen and you told her yours. You asked her for a photo of the two of you before she left. Before you posted it to your Instagram you handed your phone to her so she could tag her account. Her friends called her over since it was time for them to leave.

***

"Imogen!" I bolted up,looking at Sahar. “I called your name like five times,what are you looking at that’s more important?” I quickly put my phone down,so she couldn’t see that I was scrolling through Y/N Instagram. 

“Sorry the whole break up thing has me a bit annoyed” I lied,not wanting to tell her that I might have feelings for a girl,let alone a girl I had just met not even 12 hours ago. 

“If you’re thinking of taking him back,don’t. You did the right thing,you deserve better”

“You’re right,I shouldn’t think about him” I stared at the ceiling for hours questioning everything I thought I knew.I didn’t know what was happening or what I was feeling but one thing I knew was that I wanted to see her again. 

I barely slept last night and spent the entirety of breakfast yawning,which made everyone ask if I was okay. I still couldn’t get her out of my mind,spending every moment I could on the profile. As we were on our way to the Eiffel tower I took another look,to find that she had made a post to her story. It was her with a tour group,the caption was the locations they’d been going to. The other locations had been crossed out leaving just the Eiffel tower. Just the thought that I might see her again made me both excited and nauseous.

***

The tour was almost over,your hands hurt from how much you signed,the new script was way longer than last years. You couldn’t wait to go grab a coffee and relax,you just had to get through your last stop. There were only three talking points and you were quickly done with the tour,letting everyone wander around and enjoy the view. Just as you were about to leave you saw a black beret flying towards you,you caught it before it could hit your face. You fully turned and once again you were face to face with Imogen. She laughed as she waved to you,walking up. You fixed her hair and set her beret on top of her head once again. You held up two of your fingers,she laughed as she spoke. Despite not hearing her words you could tell she said ‘twice’ just by reading her lips. She seemed to realize her mistake and quickly typed on her phone,before showing you ‘wanna hang out?’ You nodded ‘and could you please teach me some sign language?’ You hadn’t expected her to ask that,but it made you smile.

A few hours later you sat across from her at a cafe,teaching her the basics and making sure you wrote down what they meant. One phrase you made sure to teach her was ‘I don't understand’ you knew she'd need it a lot at the start. 

***

The next day you woke up to a text from Imogen 

‘hey,we’re throwing a birthday party for one of our friends. I was wondering if you’d like to come?’ You smiled at the words.

‘I’d love to,where and when?” She quickly texted you back with the hotel's address and the time. You rummaged through your closet for an outfit,nothing too fancy but you didn’t wanna show up in just a hoodie and jeans. The party was later that night so you had enough time to get ready,you were putting on some makeup when your sister came in. you turned to look at her and she looked shocked 

“What? Where are you going?”

“A party”

“A party” She repeated “You don’t go to parties willingly,what’s going on?” She could see right through you.

“There’s this girl”

“I knew it,” She exclaimed,interrupting you. She was speaking out loud as she signed,probably not realizing. “So what’s she like?” You didn’t describe Imogen the only thing you found yourself signing was 

“She asked me to teach her”

“She did?” She moved closer to you “That’s great,go get her” She was about to leave when you waved to get her attention. 

“What did you want anyway?” She thought for a moment.

“I don’t remember,bye”

***

You texted Imogen when you arrived and she immediately came down to the lobby to get you. She smiled as she looked you over. 

“You’re beautiful” You hadn’t thought her that,so she must’ve learned it on her own and the thought of it made you blush. 

“You too” as you walked you asked “did you learn that for me?” 

“Yes,I learned a few more stuff” You corrected her,showing her to proper sign for ‘things’ she signed back “Yes,i learned a few more things”

“Who’s birthday is it?” She signed back,separate letters this time.

“T-A-R-A” You made it to the door before you could ask anymore questions.

*

The party went well,until they wanted to play truth or dare. You decided to call it a night,and said your goodbyes. Imogen walked you out,you were in the hallway when she moved to stand in front of you. 

“How about we play a round,just the two of us?” 

“Sure,you first. Truth or dare?”

“Truth” You thought for a moment.

“Why did you wanna learn?”

“Because I wanna talk to you”

“But you’re only here for three days”

“I wanna keep talking to you,if you’d like too”

“I would”

“Your turn,truth or dare?” You could tell she was a bit unsure about the signs,she was trying to remember the signs.

“Dare” Her eyes lit up for a second,she stepped closer.