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[dreampaladin]

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[weaverofsmoke]

x reader who is a massive book nerd, always getting books from the scribes, noticing that most of the ones that help her have reddish eyes

x reader who assumes they just don't let the scribes sleep

x reader who has a crush on her wingleader Xaden

x reader who ends up alone with him waiting for class or training to start

x reader who tries to make small talk:

"Do they let the scribes sleep or are the red eyes a requirement?"

Xaden whose brain just fucking stalls

This little bookworm he has developed an annoying fondness for has just let him know venin are in Basgiath and she has been interacting with them daily

Xaden who now keeps a closer eye on x reader to protect her

Xaden who is still freaking out because bookworm reader discovered that there are fucking venin in this forsaken academy

[nebulaafterdark]

Eyes Here

Summary: After Dain’s betrayal during War Games, Y/N struggles to trust him. Established relationship, same universe as The Rider Trap

Unedited, PWP & Feelings, Dain Aetos x Fem!Sorrengail reader.

18+ ONLY, SMUT, MDNI

“You took something I told you in confidence, something you saw in my head and-”

“I know what I did.” Dain snarls, “I thought they’d disqualify them, make Riorson sit out of war games, at best. I did it to keep you safe.”

“At my sister’s expense.”

“Violet is fine.”

“Is she?” Y/N snaps, “alive, sure. But fine? She has to live with what happened, she doesn’t trust me. I don’t trust me.” She takes another step back. “Because every time the person I love touches me, he’s doing it to gain information.”

“That’s not true.” His hands ball into fists. “I have never, will never, touch you for information. I touch you because I love you. That hasn’t changed. I made a mistake and I take full responsibility for-”

“People died. Do you understand that? This isn’t just some little spat where we miscommunicated and you hurt my feelings. People are dead because I trusted you. Looks like both of us were wrong when choosing who to confide in.”

“You and I are tied together, like it or not. For the rest of our lives, we’ll be side by side.”

She hardly needs reminding.

“That requires forgiveness and good communication. Someone has to give a little.”

“I gave you everything, Dain. My mind, my heart, my soul, my body. I love you, dearly.” Y/N shoves at him as he takes a step closer. “But for some reason, I can’t seem to comprehend, it wasn’t enough for you. I’m never going to be enough for you.”

“That’s not true.” He seethes, “that’s the farthest thing from the truth and you fucking know it. I risked everything for you, time and time again. I made a piss poor decision, I won’t deny that, but it was to keep you safe, to keep Violet out of harm’s way. Can’t you see that?”

“I-” she snaps her mouth closed, swiping at the pathetic tears cascading over her cheeks.

“You are everything to me. Everything.”

“I can’t do this, Dain.” Y/N lets out a sob, “it’s going to kill me. Having to choose between you and Violet is going to tear me apart.”

“I’m not going to make you choose.” He cups her face in his hands. “I am in this. If that means looking out for Violet and Xaden, I will do that for you.”

Her chest heaves.

‘My human.’ Malentine croons, sensing her upset through the bond.

Then Cath, ‘sweet one.’

They’re suffocating her, lolling her into submission. She tries to shut them out, but the door is propped open and she can’t close it.

“I’m going to keep your secrets.”

“How can I trust you?” Y/N searches his eyes. Dain, who so clearly loves her. Dain, who’d do anything for her. Dain who takes her apart, Dain who puts her back together.

‘He is deeply sorry, sweet one. He would sooner die than betray you.’

‘But he did betray me.”

‘You hurt so badly, human of mine. Let us be done with this.’

Y/N continues fighting for breath, the space between herself and Dain has become physically painful. ‘Would you tell me if he’s lying? Are you even allowed?’

‘I will tell you,’ Mal promises.

‘I’ll die if you betray me too.’ Y/N warns, she won’t survive this a second time.

‘I will never deceive you. You are mine.’

Dain watches her, studies her as he waits. “I fucked up. You’re entitled to scream, yell, kick, punch, or whatever else you need to do to me. I’m here to help you in anyway I can.”

“You want to help me?” Y/N breathes.

“Yes, baby.” Dain murmurs.

“Then give a distraction.” She’s done talking, nothing he says in this moment is going to help her. Giving her an escape might do it.

His gaze darkens, nodding once in understanding. “Come here.”

“Don’t touch my face.” She warns, softly.

“You said you wanted a distraction,” he purrs, “so come here and take what’s yours. Take my mind, body, and soul. I’m already fucking yours, my heart is yours. Let me give you everything.”

“Dain,” Y/N sighs as his hands cup her cheeks. Stroking his thumbs along the skin there.

“I love you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, Y/N. Fuck!”

“My face is off limits.” She removes his hands, “you’re welcome to touch me anywhere else.”

He growls, “how long are you going to punish me?”

Not touching her face is a punishment? She softens, against her better judgment. Y/N knows Dain loves her, he probably does just want to touch her face, the way he has since long before acquiring a signet. “This isn’t a punishment. It’s a precaution. This is the only thing I can do to make sure you don’t hurt me.”

He fucking hates that. He hates himself. Unable to deny her request, he keeps his hands everywhere but. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

————————————————————————

Weeks pass, Dain still has to remind himself not to touch her face. He misses touching her, not just fucking her, but loving her.

He misses talking to her, he misses hearing the mundane details of her day, he misses Y/N. Who despite being in his bed, feels a million miles away.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” She hums, not bothering to open her heavy eyes as she snuggles against him.

“Can we talk?” He runs his fingers along her forearm.

“We can talk whenever you want, Dain.”

“How’s Violet?” He wonders.

“I don’t know, she won’t speak to me because I’m still speaking to you.” She yawns.

“Do you want me to talk to her?”

“That’ll make it worse.” Y/N reasons. “She…Violet chose him, I chose you. We can’t help who we fall in love with, you know that. After graduation, we’ll probably be stationed at a separate outpost from them anyway.”

“I never meant for it to be like this. I thought she would come to her senses once she had space from him.”

“She doesn’t want space. It’s basically torture for them to be apart…you know how that feels.”

Dain knows the pain and pull of it. The all consuming need to be near Y/N and sometimes it’s Cath wanting Mal. Most times it’s just him wanting his girl. “This is why mated dragons don’t bond riders who aren’t in the same year.”

“Well apparently they do, and they did. Next year we’ll be in the same position.”

“Don’t remind me,” Dain grimaces.

“I don’t want to spend the rest of our time at odds.” Y/N admits, “I want you close. I want you in my head, in my heart, I want you under my fucking skin, Dain.”

He sucks in a breath, “I want to be there. Y/N, I want to live inside you. The way I feel about you has not changed. It never will.”

“I wish Athebyne never happened.” I wish Liam and Soliel were alive. I wish Violet didn’t have nightmares, I wish-

“So do I.” Dain presses his forehead to hers, “more than anything.”

She leans up on her elbow, staring down at him with storms waging in her eyes. “I’m sorry you have to live with that.”

“I deserve to live with what I’ve done. You don’t.”

“You were trying to do the right thing. Which I find incredibly sexy, most days. But I’m starting to think maybe…doing the right thing might be a little different now. Maybe the things we’re being told aren’t true. Maybe there is something else going on outside the wards.”

“So what do we do?” He asks, skating a hand down the length of her arm. Not her face.

“For now, nothing. No one’s going to tell us anything. Our only chance is to prove our loyalty in time.” Straight forward, no bullshit.

“Have I proved my loyalty to you?”

Y/N sighs, placing his wandering hand against her cheek, turning her face into it to kiss his palm. “Yes.”

His lips are on hers then, gentle and reverent.

“I love you, Dain.” She murmurs against his mouth.

“I love you more,” the kiss deepens. Pouring all of his heart ache of the past months into it. Pouring all of his love and grief and pain into it.

“Please,” Y/N reaches for his hardening cock. Clothes still absent from their earlier tryst.

“Anything you want,” he hushes her. “I’m yours.”

“Want you.”

He rolls her over, onto her back. “You’re going to have me,” Dain slips a hand between them. “Everyday and every night, until you’re sick of me.” He grazes her folds, lightly. So. Godsdamn. Wet. “I’m never going to leave you.”

“I know,” Y/N nods.

“There’s nothing in the world worth more to me than you.” He’s inside her with a single thrust, so deep. But he wants to be deeper, lifting her right leg and hitching it in the crook of his elbow.

Y/N whimpers, covering her face with both hands, still sensitive from her earlier orgasms. “Dain.”

“I need to see your face, baby.” He presses deeper still, to her cervix.

“That feels so good.” The words are muffled in her hands.

“I know, sweet girl.” Dain coos, “but I need your eyes here, or I’ll have to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” her hands fall away, fisting in the bed sheets.

“Such a good listener,” he murmurs, holding her gaze as he leans forward, cupping the back of her head and tilting it downward. To the place where they are joined. Dain presses a kiss to her forehead as she babbles, incoherently.

Her fingers graze the flexing muscles of his abdomen.

“See how well you take me?” His free hand splays across her lower belly, circling her clit with his thumb. “Every fucking inch of me was made for you.”

She’s beyond words or rational thought, all she can do is nod into his palm.

Dain flashes her a grin “you’re so pretty, sweetheart. All fucked out and we’re just getting started.”

“Uhh!” Y/N shifts her hips, restlessly, but she is completely at his mercy as he thrusts against that spot over and over. She’s going to do more than cum.

Thunder rumbles above them, inside her, enveloping them. Her power rallying to a crescendo.

“Gods, I missed this.” He marvels, pressing kiss after kiss to her flushed cheeks.

“I’m-”

“I know.” He tightens his hold on her. She’s never set fire or broken anything in his room, she has, however, sent every item tumbling to the floor at the height of her pleasure.

While her signet itself doesn’t scare her, losing control of it does.

Dain doesn’t slow, edging her closer to release, because he has her and he’s never letting go. Her puffy little clit remains trapped beneath the pad of his finger as he leans forward to catch her lips. He kisses her as she clamps down around his cock, cumming hot and hard around him as thunder shakes the floor beneath them.

“Good job, sweet girl.” He nuzzles her cheek, the roar of thunder still rippling through her.

“F-fuck!” Too good, too much.

“Can you do that again, for me?”

“Yes.” Her nails drag over the skin of his back, “but first, I think I have to pee.”

He groans, tossing his head back in blissfully agony. “You don’t, I promise.” Now’s the time he might’ve made his usual mistake of letting her go.

“I’m pretty sure I know better than you do.” Y/N lets out a breathless laugh.

“Trust me,” he presses down just a little harder on her lower belly, thrusting up into her at the same time and she wails.

“Dain,” she covers his hand with her own.

“It’s ok, I promise.”

Big, fat, tears well up in her eyes.

“Breathe.”

She sucks in a shallow breath, then another. Whatever he’s doing to her stirs something deeper than anything has before. And Dain has made her cum in nearly every way known to man. The coil tightens inside her, ready to snap. Her hold on Dain tightens as she sobs her release, coating him in her slick, spilling onto his thighs.

He can’t hold back at the feel of her gushing around him. Pumping her full of his seed. “I knew you could do it.”

“What was that?” Y/N wonders, when she’s recovered enough to speak.

“You squirted.” He pushes sweat damp hair from her face.

“I ruined your sheets.” Her cheeks heat up.

“Good.” Dain chuckles, “that means we did it right.”

“And the lamp is broken.” She motions toward the desk, now missing its light source.

He only smiles, withdrawing from her gently and tucking her against his side to avoid the mess they’ve made. “It’s fine.”

Y/N sighs, “if you say so.”

“I do,” Dain insists, “you were perfect. You are perfect.”

More Dain x Sorrengail reader

[alltherestofus]

Seeing the diminishment and erasure of the legacy of Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern series occur in my actual lifetime is mind-boggling.

You've got people out here making youtube videos about the legacy of dragons and dragonriding in fantasy fiction without talking about the dragonriding Grand Master of SFF herself Anne McCaffrey.

This isn't some obscure thing where I'm trying to promote someone who is only kind of known because of forgotten representation. Anne McCaffrey was A HOUSEHOLD NAME when I was a kid when it comes to fantasy literature. She's the first woman to win a Hugo and to win a Nebula. In 2002 there was a TV pilot filmed for Dragonriders of Pern.

Eragon, Temeraire, Toothless, and the dragons of Fourth Wing exist because these people grew up on the blueprint set by the Pern novels. Talking about dragons and not mentioning Pern is like talking about Orcs and not mentioning Lord of the Rings.

Y'all need to read your fucking classics before you go talking like an authority on a topic. Jesus Christ.

[cassolotl]

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[cassolotl]

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[dcxdpdabbles]

Bruce: You see that reporter of there?

Danny: The one with the glasses?

Bruce: Yes. His name is Clark Kent. He can be trusted.

Danny: Okay. *Writes note down* What about the woman next to him?

Bruce: That's Cat Grant, and no, she can't be trusted. Everything you say to her will turn into a gossip-lifting, life-ruining article.

Danny: Got it. *writes more notes*

Jason, watching the two from a few feet away: Say, who's that kid Bruce is media training? Is he a new ward he took in?

Tim: No, that's Danny Fenton, the face of Fenton Works. They signed up as a sub-company of Wayne Enterprise. Originally, they were a paranormal investigation and capture company- yes, I mean ghost hunters- but it was discovered that almost all thier tech can be used on metas. Bruce wants to make medical equipment that can be used by our enhanced citizens.

Jason: I see. But why a kid so young? He's your age, right?

Tim: Hmm, apparently his parents, the owners of Fenton Works, made him CEO so they could focus on ghost hunting and the occasional meta medical machines for Bruce. He got here a week ago to shadow me for CEO training, and Bruce stole him after they met outside my office. Danny hangs onto his every word, and I think Bruce forgot what it was like to have a kid actually listen to him.

Jason: Ah thats makes sense. What do you think of him?

Tim: Well, he's a little naive, easy to trick, and has way too much empathy for the cold world of business. I'm gonna have him in my bed.

Jason: Ah....well that took a turn. One I do not like so I'm gonna....*walks away*

Tim: He will be ✨️mine✨️

Bruce overhears everything from the bugs he planted on his kids: Danny, go ahead and change Tim's status. He can not be trusted.

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[the-big-mood]

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[the-big-mood]

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[maureen2musings]

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[spacewonder19]

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[the-big-mood]

At Toba aquarium in Japan, after closing time, some clever little otter pups help their grandpa tidy up their toys. As a reward, he gives them ice cubes

[linguistness]

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[wafflelovingbatgirl]

How 11 Deaf Men Helped Shape NASA's Human Spaceflight Program - NASA

Before NASA could send humans to space, the agency needed to better understand the effects of prolonged weightlessness on the human body. So

Here’s a NASA article on the 11 Deaf men with additional details and pictures, including their names.

The article was published when a Gallaudet University student designed a museum exhibit for the Gallaudet Eleven.