Hand Carved Roses [A Liam Mairi Drabble- Fourth Wing]
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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. ☺️]
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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.”
”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-“
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.”
“Is that a challenge?” He questioned, grinning widely when you nodded. “Well then, consider it done, Rose. I will make sure to make it out alive to spend more time with you.”
