quick note: life has gotten a little hectic, so we aren't strictly following my predetermined schedule; things are being adjusted. they'll all be posted, but on different dates, all within February. thank you guys for being patient with me and understanding :')
prompt: c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”
pairing: cardan greenbriar x reader
word count: 831
You felt his eyes watch you from across the ballroom, a drink held in his hand. He lazily brought it to his lips, his attention entirely settled upon you. You swallowed, knowing that the prince, as cruel as he may be, had to have a heart somewhere underneath all of that frilliness he called clothes.
As guests approached and spoke with you, you tried your best to disregard the alluring gaze of Cardan Greenbriar, but it was growing harder to ignore him in all of his beauty. Striking black eyes burn through you, midnight-black curls framing a head that you know is spinning with numerous reckless thoughts of what sort of trouble he could get into tonight.
You decided to step away from the crowd, needing a moment for yourself. You escaped to a quiet corner away from the excitement of the banquet hall, your chest rising and falling a little easier. Your dress felt tight, and you were beyond ready to take these painful shoes off, crawl into your bed, and sleep the evening away. Only your thoughts, emotions, and, quite honestly, physical bearings were knocked out of whack when a luscious, deep voice infiltrated your space.
“You look a vision in red…” Cardan’s silky voice purred over your ears, causing you to gasp. A deep chuckle resonated moments after. His scent was moss, leather, and oakwood—a pure delicacy on the nose that made your mouth water.
“Th-thank you,” You cleared your throat, daring yourself to look at him. He looked devastatingly beautiful, as though he could wreck anyone’s life with just the snap of his finger, the bat of an eyelash, the flipping of a curl. Cardan smiled down at you, his height towering over you. You could tell, even through the fabric of his frilly shirt this evening, that Cardan wasn’t small. He had muscular, defined biceps that were probably worthy of sinking your teeth into. You had spent many nights alone in your bed, picturing how rough he’d feel against you, if his hard parts would fit perfectly with your soft ones.
“Are you nervous around me?” Cardan asked, tilting his head. He brought the glass of amber liquid to his lips, downing the rest of its contents and setting it on the banister beside you.
“A little, maybe,” You answer softly. Why? Because out of everyone in attendance tonight, Cardan chose you. Whether for a sick, twisted game or to actually be friendly, you weren’t sure, but you kept your guard up.
“Why is that?” He circled around to stand directly in front of you, taking up every ounce of your space.
You didn’t answer at first. But the longer he stared at you, beckoning you to give him an answer, you tilted your head back. “You hardly ever talk to me—Forgive me if I’m a little confused as to why you’re doing it now.”
Cardan flinched, his lips tilting in a slight curve. His tongue jutted forward, slowly licking his bottom lip. “C’mon, like I need an excuse to spend time with you.” He sighed. You arched an eyebrow.
“Cardan, go back to the party. You’re obviously drunk.” You didn’t think it through when you took your hand and pressed it against his chest to push him away from you, but the moment your hand touched his chest, you felt soft skin. You had made contact with the open part of his shirt. Both of you looked down at the contact. Your skin felt hot, Cardan smirked.
“Not drunk enough to deny that I want to spend my evening with you,” He reached for your hand. Gently, he brought it to your lips and laid his mouth over the center. His lips were warm, and you couldn’t deny the delirious rush that ran through your head.
“Are you sure you’re not just trying to make me fall into bed with you, Cardan?”
Cardan chuckled. “No, not at all. I genuinely want to understand you.”
I genuinely want to understand you.
Blinking slowly, you and him stood there for a few more precious moments, enveloped in silence amidst the ongoing party.
“What if I don’t want to genuinely understand you?” You throw his statement back at him, watching to see if he’d barter. Cardan’s black eyes swirled with mystery, and you held your breath on his reply.
“Then I’d truly be heartbroken. Oftentimes, I find that you are a figment of my imagination until I realize that you are real. Your ethereal beauty, your headstrong ways. You both infuriate and captivate me, and I want to know you.” Cardan’s eyes were moving everywhere, and finally, they settled on the bow of your lip. He tilted his head to the side, and that’s when you recognized the fact that his tail was swishing eagerly, almost anticipating your ultimate agreement to his request.
“I really hope that you are not pulling me along for nothing, cruel prince…” You sigh.
Like yesterday, I will be delayed by (2) days now. I am planning to write & upload all 3 fics tomorrow to make up for the 4th & 5th!
I also have you all who want to be tagged, noted.
If you want to be tagged for everyone (Bucky, Anakin, Xaden, Cardan) let me know—or if you want to be tagged for just specific ones, let me know that as well! 🥰
prompt: “Don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again.”
pairing: xaden riorson x reader
warning: no spoilers for Fourth Wing, Iron Flame, or Onyx Storm (also not too descriptive of the plot and workings of the Empyeran series), also not proofread
word count: 1k
Knocking on his door was the last thing you had on your mind for tonight, but a little bit of liquid courage, some egging on by your squad mates, and there you were, standing outside of Xaden Riorson’s door. Hiccuping, you weren’t that drunk. You had your bearings, and no one could take advantage of you, but you were loose enough that you might spill a couple of secrets or make the mistake of winding up in someone’s bed chambers tonight.
Unbeknownst to those around you, this was also part of the Valentine’s Truth or Dare game that Ridoc, of all people, came up with. Sawyer, Rhiannon, and even Imogen caved on the idea of playing the game. So when you selected dare, and Ridoc drunkenly hiccuped and said, “I dare you to go knock on Riorson’s door”, you stood up with all of your dignity and went, listening to the chattering voices who whispered back and forth in shock that you were going there.
Xaden wasn’t just anyone. He was your secret lover, turned boyfriend, turned ex-boyfriend, turned brief friends with benefits, and then strictly exes again. Now, you were navigating the world of friends again, but it wasn’t hard to admit that trying to be Xaden’s friend wasn’t easy. You were constantly reminded of what he could do, how amazingly he treated you, and how much fun he was, despite the serious, brooding persona he carried.
For all you knew, Xaden might have someone else behind that door for the night, and you’d feel like an idiot. You were about to turn around and head back to the group when the door opened, Xaden’s vastly large frame taking up the space.
“What are you doing here?” Xaden’s one eyebrow rose. You swallowed thickly, the alcohol doing its thing and only amplifying the pure sexiness that dripped from the man before you. He was wearing a tight black shirt with swirls of black ink dancing down his arms. His tawny skin looked edible, and you craved to drag your tongue over various parts of him until you heard him call out your name…
“Uh,” You click your tongue, coming back to the moment before you. Wait, what were you doing here again? Seeing Xaden after a few days of not was like dunking yourself in the coldest ocean, but in the best way. It awakened you. “Happy Valentine’s Day?” You blinked.
Xaden snorted. “Have you been drinking?” He leaned closer. He was significantly taller than you, so when he bent at the waist, his eyes were level with you.
“A littlllleeee?” You sing-song.
Xaden, rather than appearing annoyed, only smirked. You weren’t sure what to do next, but you garnered a couple of ideas when the wing leader stepped to the side. Raising your own confused eyebrow, you looked up at him. This time last year, you and Xaden were a couple. The romance you two shared made your friends sick (in the best way).
“What?” You ask him. “Are you inviting me in?”
Xaden laughed, tossing his head back. He bit down on his lip and shrugged his shoulders, that glimmer of mischief in his eye indicating that he was up to no good.
“Don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again.” His solidifying declaration made your heart accelerate. As the thrumming moved into your throat, you swallowed thickly, now sucking in a breath that was completely consumed by his erotic scent.
“You’re full of yourself.” You clear your throat.
“And yet, if I recall correctly, you were full of something else too, commemorating the day.” He winked. “I’m serious, come on. I’m not asking you to jump into bed with me. Let’s talk.”
You felt glued to the spot but when Xaden extended his hand for you, everything moved in slow motion. You were reaching for his hand, he was pulling you inside, the door to his room was clocking shut, and then you were engulfed by everything about him.
Xaden led you over to the table and pulled out a chair for you. “Tea? I’ve got your favorite.”
You hummed, nodding your head. Within minutes, Xaden had a cup of tea in front of you and was seated in front of you. “What did you want to talk about?” You gently sip the tea, watching as the steam curls in the air.
He knocked his knuckles against the wood of the table, eyes never leaving yours. “I think we made a mistake.”
Eyes widening, you set your cup down. “A mistake?”
“I knew it was a mistake the second we ended things. I can’t stop thinking about you. It also doesn’t help that Bodhi reminds me daily that I made a mistake. I may or may not have had to spar him on the mat a few times after his ridiculous comments.” Xaden sighed, half-smiling at you.
“You miss me,” You smugly tell him.
“What?” Xaden responds, sitting back in his chair. You grin, teeth gleaming. “I said: You. Miss. Me.”
Slowly rising from your chair, forgetting the delicious tea he prepared, you take what liquid courage you have left running through your veins and use it. Xaden’s eyes widen slightly when you make your way to him, gently folding yourself into his lap. He smelled like mint, leather, citrus, and smoke. Multiple flavors rolled into one distinguishably handsome man.
Xaden’s arms wrapped around you, helping you to keep your balance.
“I think that’s the drunken version of you talking, but alright. I’ll play. Yes. I. Do. Miss. You.” Xaden punctuated every single word, lips gently, slowly moving to yours. He kissed the corner of your mouth, his hands roaming your back. “I miss you like the air I need to breathe.”
Your heart thrummed wildly and you smiled at him.
“I’ve missed you too,” You sigh, laying your forehead against his. “It was a mistake letting you go.”
You kiss the tip of his nose, feeling his chuckle.
“After I’m a little less tipsy, can we re-evaluate us?”
Xaden nods his head. “We can.”
“Can I stay?”
“I hoped you would.”
“Xaden?”
“Yes, love?”
That pet name. You were weak in the knees for him.
“I never stopped loving you.” You whisper.
Xaden waited a few moments, his onyx eyes glued to yours.
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