#slaine

Riorgail in Fourth Wing (bonus) chapter 9:

"Aetos. She could use a little less protection and a little more instruction." I level an accusatory look on him until he nods, then turn and walk away.

"You in the mood to spar with first-years?" Garrick asks, keeping pace with me once I'm a few steps from Second Squad, a smile tugging at his mouth. "Or just that particular first-year?

"Sometimes I hate how fucking observant you are."

"It's hard to miss the way you look at her," he says, lowering his voice.

"Like I want to kill her?" I retort, spotting an interesting match in Claw Section.

"Or fu—"

Slaine in Onyx Storm chapter 28:

Dain's tone sharpens. "I don't coddle first-years anymore, so train. Your. Signet."

"Asshole," she whispers, and the flush in her cheeks deepens.

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I’ve been obsessed with this, perfect setup for a hate-fuck and them as a couple would be SO good.

Anyways, fanfic teaser, and let me know if you’d want to read this!

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“Get your shit together.” He’s never had an outburst like this, never been anything but patient with the cadets, but that’s not what has his attention. No, it’s the way she trembles as he shifts to press her more firmly into the ground that instantly has every ounce of his focus.

(Rating- Explicit)

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update!!

5+ part ao3 series posted!!!!