ss: i’m so sorry this was supposed to be out last thursday but i got so sick and didn’t have it in me to finish it.
Garrick Tavis prided himself on being observant.
Battle strategies. Enemy weaknesses. The exact second Ridoc was about to say something stupid. He noticed everything.
Except, apparently, you.
You lounged across the commons bench like you owned it, boots on the table, dagger spinning lazily between your fingers. “Gar,” you said sweetly, eyes flicking up to him, “you gonna keep brooding over there or come sit with the fun people?”
Ridoc snorted. “Careful. If you flirt with him any harder, he might short-circuit.”
You grinned, sharp and wicked. “Please. I flirt like this with everyone.”
That was Garrick’s problem.
You did flirt with everyone. Shamelessly. Casually. Like it was a sport and you were going for a record. You winked at first-years, threw innuendos at professors when they weren’t looking, and once told Bodhi his arms were “tragically distracting.”
So obviously, Garrick told himself, the way you leaned into his space was meaningless. The way your voice dropped when you said his name. The way you never actually touched anyone else but somehow always found excuses to grab his sleeve, his shoulder, his wrist.
Meaningless.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” he muttered, stacking reports with more force than necessary.
You leaned closer instead. “Wow. Kicking me out already? I thought we had something special.”
Ridoc’s eyebrows climbed. “You two are exhausting.”
“Leave,” Garrick and you said at the same time.
Ridoc pointed between you. “You’re both idiots.” Then he left, laughing.
Silence fell—thick, charged, buzzing like a drawn bowstring.
You tilted your head, studying Garrick like a puzzle you’d almost solved. “You know,” you said lightly, “for someone who thinks I flirt with everyone, you get real tense about it.”
“I don’t,” he replied instantly.
You hummed. “Liar.”
He finally looked at you then, really looked. The smirk was there, familiar and infuriating, but your eyes were sharper than usual. Focused. On him.
“You’ve never once told me to stop,” you said. “Not when I sit too close. Not when I tease you. Not when I make it painfully obvious I like you.”
His brain snagged on that last word.
“…You what?”
You sighed, dramatic. “Gods, you really are oblivious.”
Then you stood, closed the last inch between you, and did the one thing Garrick had never prepared for.
You grabbed the front of his jacket and kissed him.
Not gentle. Not hesitant. A confident, reckless kiss that stole his breath and all of his carefully built assumptions. His hands froze at his sides, mind blank, heart slamming.
You pulled back just enough to look at him. “Oh,” you said, amused. “That explains a lot.”
Garrick stared at you, wide-eyed.
“Oh,” he echoed faintly.
Then, louder, dawning. “OHH.”
You laughed, bright and delighted, and kissed him again—slower this time, like you knew exactly what you were doing.
When you finally stepped back, Garrick was still processing, cheeks flushed, expression stunned.
“So,” you said, rocking back on your heels. “Still think I flirt with everyone the same way?”
He swallowed. Hard.
“…No.”
You grinned. “Good. Because I don’t share.”
And for the first time, Garrick Tavis realized everyone else had been right all along.
a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts for like a week and i can’t write until monday so here’s my contribution <3
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Possessive. If you thought Xaden was bad, Garrick learned from the best. You get injured? Even if its just a paper cut? Garrick is already throwing you over his shoulder, getting you away from harms way.
Soft. Despite being possessive, Garrick is a softie at heart. When he's not by Xaden's side, doing supply runs, or teaching cadets in signet sparring--he is instantly curled up at your side, in bed, until further notice. He craves soft, intimate moments with his partner, especially when its simply existing together.
Priority. Even though it seems like him, along with other marked ones, will prioritize Violet over anyone else, I still feel like Garrick would literally burn the world for his partner. He knows you can stand your own ground, but the minute you're in danger, he's by your side. Plus, he can be in two places at once.
Pet names. Garrick 100% prefers calling you a pet name over your actual name, especially in public. In fact, he absolutely adores it when you get flustered when he refers to you as such in front of your squadmates. Honorary mentions: babygirl, angel, honey bear (iykyk), baby, sweetheart.
Time together. Garrick craves spending time with his partner, even if it's doing things that aren't romantic. He'll find any excuse if it means he gets to be in your presence. You need a sparring partner? He's immediately dumping any orders Xaden gave to him onto Bodhi. You want to read the book you've been neglecting for weeks? He's sitting next to you, cocooning you with his arms as he basks in your presence.
Love language. Garrick's love language is physical touch, he loves feeling your skin underneath his at any given moment. You're sitting next to him in battle brief, meals, and classes? Hand on your thigh. You're standing next to him, even if you are moments away before going into battle? Hand around your waist. You just survived said battle? He's eating up the distance between you two and pulling you into his arms.
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Dominant. Garrick is the dominant one in the relationship, both in and out of bed. Even though there are rare moments where he'll let you be on top--don't be fooled, he's still the one in control. He adores the way your body reacts to being controlled. He loves the pleasure he gets from controlling your own pleasure.
Marking. Garrick loves marking you up. Wherever he can get his mouth and hands on, there will be marks the next day. Your neck? His mouth is sucking on any visible skin, especially the spot under your ear that drives you wild. Your chest? He'll give extra attention to your chest, teasing you as you beg for more. Your hips? There'll be hand-shaped bruises on it the next day from how hard he was gripping you. Your ass? Depending on the position, your ass will be bruised and red from the amount of slaps and grips he gave it the night before.
Kinks. Garrick would be open to trying new things, but he definitely has a size kink. Everyone knows Garrick is a large man, with his broad shoulders, big arms, and tall frame. This also goes for his cock, and he takes great pride in your reactions to the stretch every time.
Oral. Garrick always loves the noises he pulls from your lips when he goes down on you. Especially when he feels your walls squeeze as he fucks you with his tongue, his nose stimulating your clit in a perfect way. And if he's using his fingers? Gods, its over for you. While his fingers sink themselves inside of you, curling and reaching places your own don't, his tongue is sucking and lightly nibbling your folds and clit.
Dirty talk. The words that come from his mouth are dirtier than what he's doing. You swear his words is a form of foreplay, and make you drenched far before he gets to removing your panties. While he’s deep inside your pussy, groaning from the way your gummy walls squeeze around him, he'll still be saying sinful things in your ears, words that tip you over the edge.
Aftercare. This man invented aftercare. Not only does he take great pride in fucking you dumb, but he also takes great pride in cleaning you up and make sure you are okay afterwards. He'll insist you shower, but if you're too tired, he'll settle on cleaning you with a towel. Afterwards, he'll give you one of his shirts, cuddling until you both fall asleep in each others arms.
Summery: After RSC training, Garrick lost a lot of muscle mass and gained a lot more scars. He feels unlovable. Reader shows him how wrong he is.
Warnings: Body dysmorphia, Insecurities, Scars, Angst, Self-deprecating, Iron flame spoilers, Swearing, Nsfw, Brief oral, Unedited, Piv
A/n: Not me posting this almost 7 hours early cause I'm impatient and really enjoyed writing this one.
Dividers by: @empyreanevents
Word count: 4.1k
Garrick's Pov
I stood in front of the mirror, chest bare. Every scar, muscle and mark exposed. I can't help it when my eyes drift to the picture frame on the bedside table. It was done not even two months ago, when Y/n and I had gone to Chantara and a street artist drew us. It's extremely realistic. Or, it was. Looking at it now, it is clear how much RSC changed me physically. Mentally? Probably even more so.
How would Y/n react when she sees me? Would she still want to be with me? The doubt clouds my mind, choking and suffocating every good thought out of existence.
Someone knocks at the door, and I hastily throw on a loose shirt, now even looser than it was before, a new wave of self loathing hits, but I quickly banish it so whoever comes in doesn't see.
"Garrick? Are you in here?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm here, come in," I say, and only then does she open the door to enter, despite this being her dorm. She insists we sleep here since as a third year and a Wingleader, she has the better room. She always respects my privacy, yet I use that trust to keep secrets from her. Another reason she's too good for me.
As soon as she sets her sights on me, she rushes over, fussing about the light bruising still visible on my face and arms. Nolon did his best, but he has a lot of people to mend. I know she's doing this because she's worried about me, but her touch makes me sick to my stomach. My skin doesn't feel right, like I'm inside someone else's body, and I hate it.
"I'm okay. Promise, it's nothing serious," I try to placate her, but Y/n is the 'mom friend' and so she completely disregards my words and gets a homemade salve out to help with any lingering injuries. Y/n's mother may have been a rider, but her father was a healer, so she has enough knowledge that lying to her about physical injuries is impossible without a ridiculous amount of effort on my part, so I don't fight it.
Once she's satisfied, Y/n looks up at me with understanding and patience, "Do you want to talk about it? I know it sucks. The first time is especially jarring"
I did not want to talk about it. I wanted to forget everything. I wanted to curl up into a ball, and let life pass me by. Y/n had broken the codex, warned me about the interrogation training that happens in our second year. She hadn't said too much, being a Wingleader and all, but she'd said enough for me to get an idea of how it should go. Knowing I'd probably have it worse because I'm marked, she wanted me to be prepared.
And I'd thought I was. A fool's notion. I felt so helpless, like it would never end. Xaden got the brunt of it, and somehow that was worse. Thinking about it made me want to empty the non-existent contents of my stomach.
I think Y/n saw the faraway look in my eyes, because she changed the subject, "Actually, that can wait till tomorrow, you must be tired. Why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed. I'll get you some dinner and bring it up"
I don't even get to start my protest before she interrupts me, "I know you don't have much of an appetite now, I didn't either, but you should eat something, alright?"
I nod, trying my best attempt at a smile. Y/n lingers by the door, reluctant to leave me, "Anything you want in particular?"
"Nothing strongly scented," I croak out. She nods, immediately making her way down the hall as if I've assigned her a mission. It's that devotion and care she gifts me so easily, as if it were breathing, that tears my heart in two. How am I going to pull myself together for her? She deserves someone strong, but right now, I feel like shattered glass. Broken and ready to cut anyone who dares touch it. I don't want to cut her, not when all she has ever done for me and the other marked ones is heal.
When I'm done with my shower, I put on the largest shirt I own, concealing as much as possible. Usually I hate wearing loose clothing, now a knot forms at the mere thought of anything that would hint at the body beneath.
I find Y/n sitting on the bed, two slices of plain buttered toast lying next to her. Her expression is rueful as I near with pursed lips.
"I know, not the most appetising meal, but I figured that's for the best," Y/n pushes the plate toward me.
My face apparently pulls up at the food without my knowing, because Y/n's changes to one of pity. I hate it.
"Try? For me?"
I sigh, reluctantly reaching for a piece of toast. It's lukewarm, and I can tell she buttered it herself instead of getting the pre-buttered ones because of the perfect even spread that reaches to all four corners. I bring it up to my mouth, but hesitate at the last second.
"Come on, don't make me use my Wingleader voice," her tone is too soft, too kind to hold any weight. She won't force me if I really can't stomach it. I know that. But I want to, for her, just to ease her worries a bit.
I clamber onto the bed, lying on my side beside her with the plate between us, "You shouldn't threaten me with a good time. Your Wingleader voice is hot," it doesn't have the usual flirtatious note that would normally be second nature. I finally manage to take a bite, albeit a small one.
She tilts her head endearingly, "There he is," she whispers, as if anything louder would break the moment, break me. I hate it.
I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
She turns to lie on her back, one arm under her head, the other reaches out to stroke the bicep of the arm I've propped my head on in what I'm certain is supposed to be comfort. But it feels wrong. Despite having just showered my skin feels filthy, my mind broken, my faith shaken, and my spirit diminished. Everything is wrong, and overwhelming.
I use my other hand to push hers off. Y/n's eyes flick to me, and then right back up to the ceiling. I can tell she's hurt, but trying not to show it for my benefit and that just makes me feel worse. I am rapidly careening into a downward spiral, drowning in every emotion I don't have time to deal with. Each one crashes into me, forcing me under, and I don't know how much longer it will be before I lose the strength to keep swimming back up again. Have I mentioned how much I hate this?
Y/n's Pov
I'm worried about Garrick. It's been a month and nothing has changed. He's pushing me away, closing himself off, creating distance, both emotional and physical. It's killing me, what they've done to him, and I'm trying to help but he won't talk to me about it.
I can't help but wonder if this is more than just RSC. What if I did something wrong? What if he resents me for not telling him more, for not doing more to help the marked ones?
What if he found someone else?
He's been sleeping in his own dorm for the past four nights, grabbing his things from my room every now and again, but always when he knows I won't be there. He's avoiding me. It's obvious, yet he denies it when I ask. I can't go on like this. I have to know.
Which has led me here. In the middle of the dining hall, next to the table Garrick's squad usually sits at instead of with leadership. He is strategically absent from it this evening. A re-occurring thing whenever I'm near.
Xaden doesn't even glance at me before saying, "Garrick isn't here, you just missed him," as if I can't see that for myself. Xaden and I have a strange relationship. We don't get along well enough to be considered friends or even acquaintances, but there is a mutual acknowledgement of our care for Garrick's well-being that keeps us civil. Barely. He's not easy to get along with.
"I know. I was looking to speak to you, cadet Riorson," he finally turns to me, brows furrowed, "Alone."
Xaden gets up from the table and excuses himself smoothly. I lead him to an empty room and quickly weave a temporary silence ward for privacy.
"I don't suppose you'd like to teach me how to do that," he asks with a raised brow, vaguely gesturing to the invisible ward.
"You'll learn that next year," I respond curtly, and without giving him a chance to argue, I continue speaking, much to his chagrin.
"I'm worried about Garrick. He's been off ever since the first RSC session"
"Makes sense. Did you expect him to bounce back after what happened?"
"Of course not, but this feels different. He hasn't said anything, he refuses to talk about it, and he hasn't touched me since-"
"With all due respect, I don't want to hear about your sex life"
I glare at him from the corner of my eye as I pause my pacing, "You know that's not what I meant"
I sigh, turning to face him, "I'm asking you to put aside our differences and call a truce for now. I'm not speaking to you as a Wingleader or superior officer, I'm speaking to you as someone who cares about Garrick. Please, Xaden."
There is a moment of silence before he nods, barely moving his head at all, but I don't need much.
"Have you noticed any differences in his behaviorisms? Maybe he said something to you? Anything?"
"If Garrick said something to me, I wouldn't betray his trust and tell you. If he hasn't told you, then he doesn't want you to know."
I keep staring at him, waiting for any other details. I know he'd never betray Garrick, I wouldn't expect him to, but as someone who is in his squad, they spend a lot more time together. Xaden is also very observant. If something's different, he'll know. I'm just hoping he trusts me enough to loop me in.
I can see the exact moment Xaden makes the decision to tell me, "He has refused to spar with anyone, including me, even in private. He's also been spending a lot more time in the gym at night"
I still, trying to piece together a conclusion with the information given to me. It feels like it's on the tip of my tongue, but I just can't seem to reach it. There is one more thing nagging at me though.
"Has he-," I have to stop and swallow down bile at the very thought, "has he mentioned anyone else?"
His eyes soften, something I didn't know they were capable of doing, "He's not cheating on you, if that's what you're asking. He would never do that to you"
"I know," and it's true, I do know that, "I just had to be sure"
We stay like that. Marinating in our mutual worry.
I clear my throat eventually, "Thank you, you can go back to dinner now," if I didn't know any better, I'd say Xaden hesitated before leaving. Perhaps I'm finally growing on him.
A routine leadership meeting got canceled. I'm hoping word hasn't reached Garrick yet, and that he'll try to sneak into my dorm to grab more of his stuff. If he does, I'll be waiting here for him.
Sure enough, the door opens and shuts in quick succession, Garrick narrowly slipping through the crack.
It isn't until he takes two more paces inside, that he finally lifts his gaze from the ground and settles it on me. When he does, his entire body freezes, and his eyes go wide.
"Y/n," he breathes out, tension squeezing his throat.
"Garrick," I reply calmly, focusing on filing my nails.
"You're supposed to be at the meeting," he manages to say. His voice is soft, but the silence suffocating the room makes it seem horribly loud.
"Meeting got canceled," I wait, inspecting my nails for a bit longer before slicing my gaze into him. My voice remains polite. Conversational, even. For now, "Come. Sit."
He tries to fumble for an excuse, "I- I really should be goi-"
"That was an order, cadet," I might as well have yelled it with the way he flinches. I can't really order him around, we're both off duty technically, and this is a personal matter. Rank has no place here. He wouldn't dare disobey, though. Not now. He knows he's in deep shit.
He gulps, but ultimately takes a seat on the edge of my bed next to me. I take a deep breath before looking at him.
"Garrick," I start, voice soft, just above a whisper, "I know it's been hard for you. That you're struggling, and I want to help you, but I can't if you won't talk to me. Tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it, if only you would let me, because this," I try to cup his cheek, but he flinches away. My face falls, eyes clouding with tears, "it's killing me"
"Help me help you, Garrick. Please."
"Please."
He gingerly wraps his arm around my body, but it's like they're hovering, as if he's scared to touch me.
"I know you want to help, but I don't think you can. Not with this"
"Let me try," I beg. My voice cracks, and a hot tear streams down my face, immediately getting soaked up by Garrick's shirt.
And at long last, he does. He tells me about what happened in that room. The torment that still follows in his dreams. How the physical changes to his body made him self-conscious. How he felt filthy, broken, and worthless.
Each and every word spoken was like a stab to my own heart, but I kept myself together. Garrick needed me and I will be there for him like he has been for me.
Once we've both calmed down, and I've wiped his tears away, I crouch in front of him, looking up at his sullen face.
"Garrick. You are everything to me. You mean more than this entire war. I would give up my station, my signet, my home, all of it, if it meant you'd be okay, and I wouldn't regret a thing. Garrick, I love you. No one else. Just you. I have made a lot of questionable choices in my life, but you were not one of them. I could do my life over and over again, and the one thing that would always stay the same is choosing you. You are worth everything. And that is not because of muscles or unblemished skin, it's because of you, who you are."
Tears build once again in the corners of his already reddened eyes, and I gently swipe them away before they have a chance to fall.
An idea comes to my head, and I act on it without a second thought. I take off my shirt and pants, turning around so my back is to Garrick.
"You see these scars?"
"Yes?" he answers, confused.
"Do you think less of me for them? Worthless? Unlovable?"
"What? No! Of course not! How could I ever-"
"So what makes you think I'd think less of you?"
He doesn't have an answer to that. He merely avoids eye-contact. I trail my hands under the baggy shirt he's been wearing to sleep, slowly pushing it up to give him plenty of time to stop me, but he doesn't. He lets me take it off completely, eyes staring blankly over my shoulder.
I hover my hands over him with feather light touches, each contact filled with reverence and adoration. My gaze never leaves his face, but he doesn't meet it still, as if preparing for inevitable rejection.
He takes in a sharp breath through his nose when my finger tips brush his nipple, his eye lids fluttering at the sensation. I continue to caress every bit of skin, his sides, chest, arms, neck, and only once I've completed my exploration of him do I pull my eyes from his face to look at him.
His chest abruptly stops moving as he holds his breath, waiting for me to pass judgement on all his new scars. Garrick slowly releases it in stuttered intervals while I kiss each one, lingering on any new marks a moment longer.
Once I've done that, I climb back up his body, so I can start at his collarbone, and work my way down.
"You *kiss* are *kiss* the most *kiss* beautiful, *kiss* amazing, *kiss* strong, *kiss* caring, *kiss* and stubborn person I know. *kiss*"
"I love you exactly as you are, for who you are, and I wouldn't change a thing"
I glance up at him to see he's finally looking back at me, his eyes glassy, and throat working with the words he can't choke out.
I remove the need for words by connecting our lips in a desperate kiss. All my love, and adoration for him is poured into it as he lets me claim his mouth. It's slow and soft and I almost never want it to end.
But I have a mission to complete.
Reluctantly, I drag myself away from his lips, smiling to myself when his chases after me. I cup his cheek, and stare into his hazel eyes. Mossy green blending seamlessly into a rich amber.
"I'm going to worship you with such reverence that it will make the gods jealous"
His adam's apple bobs, and I start to slide down his body. Once reaching his waist, I gently tug down the loose grey sweats and the boxers he was wearing to reveal his cock already at attention.
"Y/n, you don't have to-"
"Shhhh," I hush him, "it's rude to interrupt someone while they are in the middle of worship"
Garrick leans his head back, accepting his fate without a fight.
"Good boy," I croon.
An involuntary groan escapes him at that, his hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea.
I put just the tip in my mouth, sucking it ever so gently before pulling off, and blowing cool air on it.
"Y/n," he grunts.
"What did I say about interrupting people's worship?" I ask, tutting at the end, "You should know better"
He nods, fisting the sheets so hard I'm surprised they don't tear. I carefully pry the fabric out of his grip and guide his hands to my head. He's never been one to pull my hair, but he does like to play with it. He says it calms him. They lay there now, fingers sunken into the strands, but he's wound up so tight he's not moving. Poor thing.
I decide to for go any teasing I had planned. I lick from base to tip before shuffling up his frame to sit on his abs. It's practically muscle memory the way his hand makes a beeline for my centre to help stretch me open for him, snapping my panties and discarding the fabric over the side of the bed. I'm so wet he easily slips in two fingers right from the start, pumping them inside me rhythmically.
Garrick sits up, and I can feel how his stomach muscles flex beneath me, making me moan. His one hand comes up around my neck, pulling me to him so our mouths collide. Even while our tongues fight, his fingers don't miss a beat, and he adds a third. At this point, both of us are breathing hard, and I tangle my fingers in his curls. He might not enjoy pulling my hair, but I love pulling his. Garrick groans into my mouth as I tease the strands, but as much as I'm enjoying this, tonight is about him.
I place both hands firmly on his chest, I allow myself to enjoy the kiss a little longer—I really fucking missed him— before pushing him down. Our mouths disconnect, the string of saliva between us quickly snapping. His pupils have taken over his irises, and he's gulping down oxygen as if he'd just remembered breathing isn't optional.
When his back meets the mattress, he doesn't try to sit up again, allowing me to do with him as I please. My hand goes to his, the one still stretching me open, and I drag it away. He instantaneously puts his fingers in his mouth, licking off my arousal like it's his favourite dessert.
I move to hover over his cock, my own patience dwindling, evident by my hand reaching between us to guide his length inside. I want nothing more than to sink down immediately, but I have enough presence of mind to keep myself from doing so. Yes, Garrick stretched me out, but he's also fucking huge. Sinking down on him quickly would hurt no matter how much he stretches me beforehand.
I bite my lip as the first few inches slip inside. It has been way too long since he was inside me. I can't contain the high pitched whine. Gods, I need more of him.
I marginally lower myself onto him, pausing every now and then. Garrick doesn't rush me, doesn't complain, he just breathes through it.
Once I finally have all of him, I lean forward, resting my forehead upon his.
"Are you at least feeling a little bit better?"
He nods. I elect not to ask for a verbal answer, despite the many times he's asked it of me when I was in a similar state of mental disarray. I will be the bigger person. Sort of. I have to give him some shit.
"And to think you were avoiding this," I chuckle breathily.
"I was being a fool"
"At least you're self aware"
I don't give him a chance to respond. I start bouncing on him, raising my torso back into a sitting position for better vantage. He moans out, loud and unashamed.
His cock reaches places I forgot existed, the ones only he can reach. My hair is a mess, my cunt drooling all over him, and my thighs start to burn. This is the best I've felt in weeks.
I can feel my orgasm building rapidly. Garrick is close too, his hands holding my hips with an iron grip, helping me bounce on him.
We're both moaning like professional porn stars at this point, caution having been thrown to the wind about ten-ish minutes ago. My nails are digging into the skin of his pectorals, leaving crescent indents. Intentionally or not, the force with which he pulls me down upon him has increased in desperation.
"Y/n," I barely hear him say my name over the sound of our wet skin slapping against each other.
"I know baby, I know. Together?" his eyes are screwed shut, but he still nods vehemently.
"Now!" Tremors wrack through my body, and even Garrick's thigh's shake a bit. We scream each other's names as pleasure flows through us. I roll my hips to help us ride out the last waves. After, I pretty much collapsed on Garrick's chest. My legs are closer to a gelatin structure than anything remotely sturdy.
We lie there, breathing each other in. I know one good fuck isn't going to rid Garrick of his insecurities, but it's a step in the right direction. We'll work on it.
Bonus
Xaden's Pov
Y/n makes her way over to our table again, but this time, she plops herself down next to Garrick, not so subtly cuddling into his side.
I raise a brow, "I see you two have reconciled," they both hum, "Not that I don't love your company, Y/n, but why are you here, rather than with leadership?"
"They are having some trouble meeting my eyes this morning"
My left brow lifts to join the other, "Dare I ask?"
She pushes some food around on her plate, before answering, "I may have forgotten to weave silencing wards last night."
"Then you can't really blame them. You two probably traumatised the poor things," I reply.
Garrick protests, "We're not that bad"
They are. Worse, even. But I'm happy for them.
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the way you touch me, straight to the heart it cuts me. i know deep down it's never ever going to be us. (based on the tate mcrae song!) you knew it was dangerous to fall in love with garrick tavis and you did it anyways, you should've known it was never going to be you when it has always been her. part of 'garrick week' day 7 - free @empyreanevents
pairing: garrick tavis x fem! reader, implied garrick tavis x imogen cardulo
themes: angst, swearing (not a lot), fighting (but you're decent at it)
he pulled you in with that easy grin, those dimples that popped like two holes sucking you in and once you slipped you fell hard.
"boo," he whispers in your ear and makes you jump slightly, hand going to steady your heart. you've bonded to a dragon, you can move mountains with your mind and yet a certain gentle giant was the one thing that can catch you off guard.
you pace yourself after a moment and get ready to scold him to which he returns with a loud laugh, "didn't catch you this morning?" you ask lightly. he didn't usually stay the night often, but some nights when the two of you were so wrapped up in each others embrace, tangled into the mess of sweet nothings he stayed. you slept to the sound of his rising heartbeat as he held your frame close and it felt so perfect.
so perfect that you forgot about all the other times, he'd slip free into the thick of the early morning. the first few times it didn't bother you, this wasn't anything serious and he made sure you knew that going into this situation. then he started staying the nights, starting searching for you in a sea of cadets in the food hall and looking at you a little bit more meaningful, like something had softened in him and it melted you to your core.
oh was that warmth dangerous.
"just something xaden needed," he shrugs off and the tone of indifference is hard to ignore. it sets into the pits of your stomach and lingers there a little too long. it was always something on the nights he didn't stay, but never enough to warrant an actual reason and if you didn't know any better it felt that he didn't trust you enough to know the real reason. like he gave you the key to his heart but you still had to knock to enter.
you bite your lip and his gaze narrows down on you, eyes sharp in focus. "hey hey hey beautiful," he whispers, finger tracing your lip where your teeth had left a small pink indent. "whats wrong?"
his tone is too gentle that you hardly recognise that dirty footprints it leaves on your mind. you match his ambigous tone, deciding that this morning was not the morning to get into it. "nothing," you let a small smile rise and press a soft kiss to his lips. "meet me for dinner?" deflection, at its finest.
"sure thing, doll," his lazy drawl comes and flips butterflies in to your stomach all over and you forget the reason why you were ever apprehensive with this almost relationship in the beginning. and then he disappears into the crowd of cadets, throwing a wink over his shoulder and blowing a kiss to the wind.
dinner doesn't come, or it tries to but it's an hour too late and not the way you imagined.
"garrick, wha-" you immediately stand from the wall you've been sitting on for the past sixty minutes. the dining hall closed and to save face from embarrassment of being stood up by the infamous bachelor of bagsiath you decided you'd rather starve than face the smug stares of 'i told you so' from your squad.
he crushes you into a kiss, lips enveloping yours. it comes fiercely and quite aggressively, that you pull back in confusion. your brows furrow and knot with an anger that has enhanced since seeing him. he tries again, this time softer with a small peck to the inner corner of your lips and you stand there dazed. sorry's are mumbled into your skin as he works his way around your face.
"am i fucking missing something?" you scowl, pulling away from him and setting a reasonable amount of distance between the two of you. the chill of the night settles in the middle especially now that the warmth of his skin is missing from yours.
he sighs, eyes apologetic. "i'm sorry baby, i got so caught up in training i couldn't leave."
"you couldn't leave?" you ask slowly and at least he has rhe decency to look bashful. "why do i get the feeling you're not telling me the truth," and if your long awaited question has caught him off guard, he fails to show it.
"why would i hide anything from you?" he looks offended, expression suddenly stiff and guarded. a million thoughts race through your head.
because i'm not marked, because i don't know the pain you've been through. because you've never told me anything about yourself. because you've ran through girls quicker than you've fallen off your dragon and gotten the chance to get back up. and somehow, you've lasted longer than them all by a whopping four months- not that you're counting.
he senses you're deep in over your head and attempts to drag you back out to the present. to where you are now, to him and you. "hey, hey, look at me," he whispers. "i got caught up training and i missed this meal with you. i'm not hiding anything from you, i'm sorry okay?" he holds your hands and stares into your soul.
"okay," its bitter on your tongue but that's what it'll have to be. it's always been this way and it will most likely always be this way because in some oddly weird way you're in love with garrick tavis- and you'll swallow a million okays if it means you'll get pieces of him to yourself, even if its never the whole.
"okay," he whispers back, eyes glinting with a cheeky grin. "now what do you say we get out of here and get some dessert?" the question is dangerous and it dangles in the air. if you're brave enough you'll let it stay there and walk away. but you act with your heart and not your head, letting him whisk you away to his bedroom where only the walls will hear how much he loves you back.
you wake up to an empty bed again and it doesn't surprise you. it doesn't anger you but waters a tree of sadness planted in your chest. you collapse back into his sheets, the smell of him is all over you right now. it's in the air, it's in your hair and on your skin, it's suffocating that you work your signet to move a fresh pair of clothes to you immediately, changing rapidly and running for a breath of fresh air.
you barrel into ridoc on the way back to your room, crashing right into his chest. "can't talk, gotta go," you rush out, back on your feet again darting for your room. the steps are outlined in your brain- it's the only thing you're sure of right now the facts. the facts are that you need to shower, scrub yourself clean, you need to eat, you need to refuel, you need to not be so fucking stupid and make the same mistakes over and over again.
"yn, wait," ridoc calls out and you love your friend you really do but right now you just need a moment to yourself.
you reach your door in an instant, re-warding the entrance as soon as its safe and head straight for the shower. the warm water sends a rush down your bare skin and you scrub away the remenants of last night. you couldn't do this anymore, you think slowly. how long were you going to keep letting him make you feel like pure shit?
but he doesn't, your heart argues. he wasn't this way with anyone else before. you've changed him, you're different, you can fix him if you hold out for a little longer. a silent sob escapes you and you catch it in your hands, holding yourself upright against the cool tiled walls. training is in half an hour and you need to be ready to face actual people. with one last rush of water over your head you reach the surface. it's going to be okay.
it must clearly be your day because when you're called to the mat it is imogen cardulo who stands opposite you. your mind falters at the sight of her and fuck, you think. she's even more gorgeous up close. you know her as a close friend of garrick, and you can count on your fingers the number of times you've been jealous of the pink haired rider who's glare could cut you in half.
you fight, and she's a touch quicker than you. she fights with the edge of someone who's been taught that if you're sharp enough she'll never get cut. and you fight with the strength of someone who constantly has something to prove. she lunges out and knocks a punch into your jaw sending you back a metre with a giant ugly bruise and you retaliate in anger, racing at her and knocking her off her feet entirely.
she grapples and turns you over, you fight for dominance and flip her back over. she's in your hair and then in your ear. "you fight well for his little past-time," and its evil the way her voice seethes and bubbles at your insides. it throws you off for a second at how smug she is and what is that you detect ... jealousy? and thats all she needs. a single second to wrap you in a chokehold and youre confronted with the decision to yield.
gone is all your shame and air from your lungs as you heave out a deep breath. she stands to her feet and brushes you off as if you were just an inconvenience, an obstacle and you roll off the mats slowly and rise to your feet with the help of ridoc.
"bitch," he mutters and you don't hear the curse slip from your friend's lips because you're too focused on anothers.
garrick tavis stands in front of imogen cardulo, his gaze assessing her intently with a certain fondness in his eyes. a fondness you notice in a heartbeat because that's how he used to look at you- or how he looked at you on those specific nights he bared his soul for you to borrow.
he looks as though he might hug her if she didn't look as though she was going to bite her, a scowl etched on to her face. she grits her teeth, says something you can't quite catch and pivots. most likely on her way to the healers.
you do however catch the end of his sentence, "i'll meet you for dinner, you need to fuel up and recharge, tomorrow we train again." and it boils your blood. you step out of ridocs hold and into his direction and garrick stops when he sees you.
as if on some weird twisted instinct he reaches out, itching to cradle your bruised jaw but you visibly flinch and recoil back in disgust.
"you're a fucking joke," you whisper at his cruelty- so that's where he's fucking been and that's who he's chosen to run to. you had been bloodied and bruised and in confirmation of one thing; garrick tavis couldn't even love you at your lowest. you'll always be a second afterthought in his mind and it pains you, especially when he stands at the centre of your universe.
"yn baby-"
"don't call me that," you growl, suddenly aware of your spine. you wince and he reaches out for you again, steadily met with your shoved step backwards. "now i know where your priorities lie and who's clearly good enough to actually be respected and included in your plans," you seethe. "don't fucking talk to me again."
you shove at his chest and he tries to grab your wrist.
"i love-"
"don't you dare finish that sentence," and you let your palm swipe right across his face. it's an act of defiance, youre a cadet who's just assaulted a section leader. the repercussions could be dangerous; yet standing in the shame of your own heartbreak was the worst of them all.
"you don't get to do that. that's not fair
you don't get to use that against me, not when you've never loved me the way i've been loving you. you know something garrick? i pity you," something in your gaze softens ever so slightly that it stills him for a second. "you can't love someone you can't trust, you can't love someone you hide, i dont think you are even capable of loving anyone but yourself," you whisper to him.
he's stunned in silence and you feel triumph rush to your aching temples. you need to get yourself to a healer and fast.
"you're both fucking idiots if you don't realise the way you are with each other and i don't think you're smart enough to realise this yet but when the time comes and you find yourself willing to love someone clearly special to you," you jerk your head in the direction of imogen, no doubt her ears are probably picking up on your conversation. "i hope you have better luck with her or better yet, i hope she runs for the fucking hills like i should have," a scoff leaves your mouth and you get ready to turn and leave.
you've said what you had to do and slowly you'll make your peace.
he reaches out again with a desperate call to your name "yn-" but its ridoc who stops him and you could kiss your best friend right now.
"let her go," his voice is firm and strong, holding the crashing waters at bay. "it's the fucking least you could do." you dont wait to see the giant shadow leave or wait to hear the pained sigh that hits the air.
you limp slowly to the healers, slow enough that ridoc catches up to you in an instant with an arm wrapped around your weighted frame.
"thank you," you whisper and he nods in comfort.
"i've got you, hun. but thank god he stopped, i was afraid he was gonna kick my ass for a second," he breathes a sigh of relief and a laugh escapes you; shooting pain straight into your ribs.
"fuck," ridoc's eyes widen. "it's okay." and for once, you actually believe that it is or at the very least, it will be.
note: i know i said no happy ending but here, have an okay ending instead. tee hee hope u love bc i love u ! 🩷
