Aaric x Reader with a mama bird dragon - Dragon POV(fluff)
Xaden x Reader x Ridoc - Xaden's lack of communication leads to Reader and Ridoc flirting more which only just brings out Xaden's jealous side (SMUT)
Liam x Reader - Life's a little rough when your keeping secrets from every person in your life, but when Liam get's a little overwhelmed by it, he accidentally takes it out on reader, causing her to use her safe word for the first time ever. (SMUT/angsty fluff)
Xaden x Reader - Reader's sister has never been kind to any of her boyfriends especially the really toxic ones. Her sister has never dated anyone and yet, reader has grown cautious with bringing her significant other around. When her sister arrives in Aretia for the revolution, rear realizes she can't hide this growing relationship between her and Xaden but she also doesn't wan't to hurt her sister. (angst)
Ridoc x Reader - FWB (SMUT)
Bodygaurds Liam and Dain x OC - a choose your own ending popstar au where you get to pick how it ends
All The Ways We Stay Alive is always on my wips but I'm currently working on Chasing Shadows 15
An ACOTAR OC series - Rhysand x OC -> ???? x OC
many many many ACOTAR one shots
many many many Crescent City one shots (I'm hooked people, what can I say, I need Hunt and Ruhn in my life)
25 days of Kinkmas (ft The Empyrean, ACOTAR, and Crescent City)
Between the Lines - because one day I'll finish it!!
My Sports Romance Novel - I recently had the will to write this return so it's been my side project now that I finally have a finalized outline!
Rhett and reader were high school sweethearts but broke up before she went to college and now that reader has graduated, she comes back to her hometown w/ a 3 (if my math is correct 3 1/2?) y/o daughter.
I understand completely if you decide to say no,
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"Do I really have to go to church?"
"Yes," Y/N's mother, Mary, answered as she finished fixing her hair in the mirror. Y/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall, "You are back home, and no better place for you to be truly welcomed, than back in the church."
"I just really don't want to go. You know people are going to talk," Y/N said and craned her neck to look in the living room. The little girl with bright blue eyes was still being entertained by her uncle.
Mary sighed and turned to face her. There were two reasons why she hadn't stepped foot in Wabang in almost four years, one was sitting in the living room, and the other was tucked away in box she brought back from Texas.
"Can I stay home with Dad?" Y/N asked.
"No. Your father is going. Everyone in this house is going to church, bottom line. Now, is Lydia dressed?"
Y/N rolled her eyes one last time and pushed off the wall, going to the living room. The little girl looked up at Y/N as she walked in, and immediately held her hands out to her. Y/N smiled as she picked her up, and fixed the button up shirt she was wearing. A friend of her's mother had made it for her, it had small cherries on it.
"Grandma is making us go to church," Y/N said to her, "Say 'boo, grandma'." Lydia shook her head and smiled back, "Your momma's nice girl, huh?"
"Yes momma," Lydia responded.
"Dammit, y'all are still here," Y/N's dad, George, cursed as he walked into the house, "Thought I could miss the ride in."
"NO ONE IS MISSING CHURCH!"
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"We should've skipped church," Mary whispered to Y/N, as she tried to pay attention to what the pastor was saying. It was like a magnet had been drawn to the family, and all eyes were on them. They hadn't even shown up late to deserve this kind of attention. But Y/N knew it was partially because of her presence back in Wabang.
Y/N didn't think when she moved four years ago that she would ever come back. Her plan was set in stone; move to Austin, graduate from the University of Texas, find some rich farmer and marry into the family, and never return to Wabang. But life had a funny way of throwing curve balls at her. That curve ball ended up being a daughter of her own.
"Can we go?" Lydia turned and asked her mother.
"No baby, it's almost over, and then you'll go to Sunday school. It's a lot of fun," Y/N said to your daughter, and picked her up from the chair she was sitting in, and put her on your lap. She turned to nuzzle her head into Y/N's neck, trying to stay awake during the service. Her blue eyes looked around the church at the various community members, her eyes locking with a similar pair of blue ones from across the way.
Rhett tried not to stare at them when they walked into church. He was used to seeing Mary and George, and their youngest son Cody, but what he didn't expect was to see Y/N, walking up a beat behind them, with a little girl on her hip. He felt his heart stop in his chest at the sight. The two of them looked like they could be sisters, minus the blue eyes.
"If you don't stop staring, you'll set that girl on fire," Cecelia muttered, "It's impolite and I raised you better than that."
"Sorry," Rhett mumbled, and looked back down at the open bible in his lap for a beat, before looking back over at the two of them. Cecelia huffed in response, closing her bible and looking back up at the pastor.
When the service was over, Y/N and her parents stood outside catching up with some of the locals. She introduced Lydia to them, the little girl would smile at them. Y/N had expected some questionable looks, as she was unmarried and a mother. Y/N was just happy that the kept their comments to themselves for once, knowing how some of the old biddies could get.
"I'm going to take her down for Sunday school," Y/N said to Mary.
"Okay sweetheart," Mary said, "You be good Lydia, and maybe you can help grandma make a pie later."
"'Kay grandma!" Lydia smiled, and you set her down on her feet. She grabbed Y/N's hand as she walked down the steps to the church basement, where all the Sunday school class rooms were. Lydia kept mumbling the words of the last song from the service as they walked to find her class room.
"Oh!" "I'm-" Y/N jumped as she ran into someone. Y/N took a step back and looked at the familiar blue eyes that she was hoping to avoid by skipping church. n
"Rhett," Y/N said. Y/N felt Lydia move to hide behind her, unsure of the man in front of them, "Um, hi."
"Hi," Rhett said, giving her his classic half smile, "How ya been?"
"Good. How have you been? How's your folks?"
"Busy, with ranch stuff. . . riding bulls. Folks are good," Rhett answered, and cleared his throat, looking down at the little girl, "Who's that?" He nodded towards her.
Y/N sucked in a breath, and put a hand on her daughter's head, "This is Lydia. Lydia, can you say hi to Mr. Rhett?"
Lydia said a breathy "hi," and gave Rhett a small wave, still hiding behind her mom.
"She's shy," Rhett smiled, "She don't get that from you."
"Hey!" Y/N exclaimed, with a smile, "No, she definitely gets that from her dad."
"How old are you, sweetheart?" Rhett asked Lydia. The little girl held up three fingers, "That's a big age. Old enough to start school."
"Don't get us started on the school thing. She had a complete meltdown about Cody starting school and her not being able to go with him," Y/N said.
"Now that is you, through and through," Rhett laughed.
Y/N shook her head with a smile, "I better get her to Sunday school," Y/N bent down to pick Lydia up and placed her on her hip, "Say bye to Mr. Rhett, Lyds." Lydia waved to the man as Y/N walked past him. Rhett smiled and waved goodbye to the little girl.
It wasn't until he was sitting in his truck in the church parking lot that it hit him.
"Holy fuck!" Rhett yelled, ". . . that's my kid."
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a/n: REQUESTS FOR RHETT ARE OPEN:) pls send them in
Ahh xaden trying to win back Wren is pulling on my heartstrings! Give us a hint on what's coming next!
I haven’t gone through edits or my deep rewrites yet but enjoy:
Teaser for CS Nine ⬇️:
“She won’t remember any of that.” I mutter as Xaden offers a hand to me, leading me away from the hall.
“I told her the same thing when she demanded Tairn tell Sgaeyl she needed to talk to me after we got back.”
“You did?” I stop walking, our connected hands pulling him back.
“It wasn’t a show I put on for you, Wren. I’m still serious about us, even if our deal was made under the influence of your execution.” He says softly, his fingers weaving through the ends of my loose hair. “Your hair is down.” He examines.
“Didn’t feel like putting it up.” I answer, watching as his hand trails to the new patches I swear. The three stars on my collar, the Fourth Wing patch, the Iron Squad patch from last year, and my newest edition this year, the compass patch that I had only ever seen on Dain and Imogen.
“No longer signetless, huh?” he laughs, toying with the patch.
EE ANY snippets for the next chapter of Chasing shadows need to see jealous xaden and overprotective Garrick sooo bad 😏😩
I'm finishing up edits rn and am about to post but enjoy😈
Chasing Shadows | S I X
“You saw…” I trailed off, the memory flooding back with visceral clarity.
“What he fucking did?” Xaden growled, springing from the bed. “I’m going to kill him.”
“Xay—” I started, desperation clawing at my throat, but a pounding at my door cut me off. Please don’t be Dain.
“Wren?” Garrick’s voice came through, worry lacing his tone.
“Gare?” I swung the door open, relief washing over me momentarily as my cousin stood before me. His eyes flicked from my tear-streaked face to Xaden, the tension in the air shifting. I could almost see his blood boil, rage simmering just beneath the surface as he tried to enter my warded room and failed.
“What the fuck did you do, Riorson?” he growled, the anger in his voice deepening the weight of the moment.
“Believe me, Garrick. This,” Xaden gestures toward me with a fierce intensity, “is not on me this time.”
I will not be apologizing🙃
If you see this first PLEASE READ MY NOTE ON SIX WHEN IT IS POSTED
I feel like I have to ask for number 10. I love knowing people's favourite book/books!
Is it basic af to say it's The Empyrean series? I fear I have made it my entire personality since reading them all in march😅
Other options are also:
A Court of Mist and Fury
Beasts of the Briar Series - Elizabeth Helen (The amount of times I have cried, thrown a physical copy, thrown my phone, thrown my kindle, nearly crashed my car listening to the audiobooks, and definitely had a full breakdown should not be healthy but I'll never give this series up.
Rogue Riders Duet (the second book just came out Friday AND I ALREADY MISS THEM) - Blake Black
Soulful Seas Duet - Blake Black
Off Campus - Elle Kennedy (Y'all can rip Garrett and Dean out of my cold dead hands)
Uncaged Desires Duet - Madi Danielle (I've actually met her and it made me love her books even more!)
Lucky River Ranch Series - Jessica Peterson
Chestnut Springs and Rose Hill - Elsie Silver
Windy City series - Liz Tomforde
Playing For Keeps series- Becka Mack
Vicious Lost Boys series - Nikki St Crowe
I genuinely have not found a series that I didn't love very book in it except maybe ACOTAR
Hey, i saw you take requests? If you feel like it then i would give an arm and a leg for more bodhi fics!! I‘d honestly take any pairing you wanna do or paired with an oc! I‘m a sl*t for angst lol but honestly i‘ll take anything! Also feel free to tag me in your fics if you want, i‘d be happy to share them🫶🏼
I will absolutely be writing you a Bodhi fic just because you are so sweet! One Angsty Bodhi fic added to the the board!
5- wait a minute, author, come back, don't run. I HAVE A PITCHFORK NOW
Specific things I’m surprised no one (or hardly anyone) has lost it over and why pitchforks are needed: A Novel
Ch One
~ “Then the next time you want to spew some bullshit about my father, remember that it’s my silence that lets your father keep his job.”
~ “I’m sure the general would love to know what really happened to her best friend that day on the Krovlan border, don’t you think?” His body stiffens, and in that heartbeat, I realize Dain—fucking—Aetos knows the truth. “You know, don’t you?” I raise a brow, watching as he stumbles back, his confidence faltering.
~ “After! But you don’t have the whole truth!”
(What do they know?)
Ch Two
~ “Get out!” Jeremiah commanded, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. “It’ll be okay, just take a breath.” His tone was a soothing balm against the panic, but Jeremiah’s cries rang out again, “Get out of my head!”
(Who witnessed that?)
Ch Three
~ “Wren, you can’t ignore this forever. He needs you.” (Bodhi)
Ch Four
~ “Don’t you dare,” he retorted softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek.
You want a request? You got a request! How about a fluffy Sunday morning with Rhett?
THE FLUFFFFF
the song i used xxx
Rhett was up before you, and for what reason, he couldn’t figure it out. His body was sore and tired from the bull he rode the other night. But there was something in him that was telling him to get up, and looking over to see you, still asleep, your pink lips parted and soft snores leaving your mouth, his heart fluttering.
You looked beautiful in the morning sun, your skin was giving off a soft glow. He smirked as he could see the love bites and hickeys he left from last night. He leaned gently on the bed and placed a kiss on your forehead, before heading down to the kitchen.
He was surprised to see the kitchen and the house was vacant. He looked around the living room, only spotting the dog, Dodger, and no one else. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, he noticed that it was half past 10, and his family was gone to church. Rhett sighed, and moved around the kitchen finding the mixings for french toast.
You let out a soft groan as you stretched out your muscles, your eyes squinting as you looked around the quiet bedroom. You clutched the bedsheet to your chest as you looked around, trying to spot your boyfriend, but was coming up empty. You pushed the covers back, your feet landing on the cold hardwood floor, and grabbed the first shirt you saw on the ground, putting it over your head. You walked over to Rhett’s dresser, basically on autopilot, and grabbed a pair of his boxers. You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you walked down the stairs, your contacts slightly irritated as you had slept in them last night.
You hadn’t intended to end up at the Abbott house, but it had just happened. Usually, you and Rhett would go back to your apartment, it was one, away from his parents, and two, closer to the bar. But after Rhett’s ride, he wanted nothing more than to cuddle on the couch and watch movies with you. So that’s what you did. The intended soft movie night turned into a soft makeout session on the couch like a couple of teenagers, and it turned into dry humping and feeling one another up. Then Rhett was leading you up to his room, as you giggled like a teenage girl all over again walking up to Rhett’s room, sneaking past his parents and brother’s doors.
Rhett hadn’t heard you come into the kitchen, he was too lost in his cooking and the old country songs playing through the speaker. You could hear the sounds of Garth Brooks’ guitar as you leaned against the doorway, and watched as he titled his head back to sing the chorus loudly.
“Operator won’t you put me on through? I gotta send my love down to Baton Rouge!,” Rhett turned slightly, and could see you standing in the doorway, a smile on your face as you watched him, “Hurry up, won’t you put her on the line? I gotta talk to my girl just one more time!”
Rhett walked his way over to you, holding his hand out to you. You took it, and he quickly pulled you in close, wrapping one arm around your waist, and you placed a hand on his shoulder. He easily danced you around the kitchen to the song, it was a familiar dance to the both of you, and it helped that Rhett was a good dancer too. He spun you around, and placed your back against his front, and kissed your neck causing you to giggle.
“Morning baby,” Rhett said, against your skin.
“Morning handsome,” You said, and turned around, putting your arms around his neck, “You were up early?”
“Had to make my girl breakfast, wore you out last night,” Rhett smirked, and you shook your head, blushing and burying your face into his chest, “Go on, sit down, I’ll fix you a plate.” He kissed your cheek and pulled away from you and walked over to the stove to make you a plate.
The rest of the morning consisted of you two eating breakfast, and dancing to country music.
