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What is the purpose of Brennan using the alias of Lieutenant Colonel Aisereigh? Who all knows exactly who he is? Because these rebellion kids from the battle at Resson don’t seem surprised he’s Brennan Sorrengail. Did ALL the rebellion kids at Basgiath know her brother was alive?

The Quiet Between Battles

A Brennan Sorrengail x Reader One-Shot

The war was coming faster than any of them had planned. That was the problem with battle—no matter how many strategies you poured over, no matter how many sleepless nights you carved into your soul—it came anyway.

Brennan Sorrengail hadn’t slept in… gods, how long had it been? Three days? Four?

His rank—Lieutenant Colonel—still felt like a cruel joke every time someone said it aloud. He had earned it through death. Not valor. Not time. Just... survival. And the empty spaces left behind by people who hadn’t - by living through the battles that had claimed the lives of others, the ones who had fought beside him and never returned.

He was reading reports by candlelight again. The air in the room was still, heavy with parchment and ink and guilt.

And then she appeared. Again.

“Gods, sorry,” she said, breathless, clutching a satchel against her hip.

“Didn’t think anyone else would be out here this late.”

That was the third time this week.

She was a healer, technically. But she’d been raised in a fight ring and taught to defend with as much precision as she could mend. People said she could read a man better than she could stitch one up—and Brennan was starting to believe it.

Because she always showed up just before he shattered.

--Three weeks ago

The room was thick with the smell of ink, dust, and burnt candle wax.

Brennan Sorrengail sat hunched over the map-strewn table, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied the battle reports laid out before him. His eyes, bloodshot and hollow from days of sleeplessness, scanned the documents again and again, seeking answers that refused to materialize.

He hadn’t slept in days; time didn’t matter anymore.

The maps before him were a tangled mess of ink and fear, with red markings indicating enemy positions and blue dots representing the rebellion own forces. He traced his finger over the lines, eyes darting between locations, calculating, recalculating, but the fatigue clouded his mind. The weight of everything was too much for one person to bear, yet here he was, trying to carry it all.

A quiet noise at the door made him pause. The soft shuffle of footsteps, deliberate but unhurried, caught his attention, though he didn’t immediately look up. His mind was too deep in the strategy to bother with interruptions. Yet the presence lingered—an unfamiliar weight in the room.

Then, the door creaked open.

Brennan’s hand froze over the map as a woman stepped into the room.

She wasn’t one of his officers. She wasn’t someone from his command.

He didn’t recognize her, and she wasn’t wearing the standard uniform of a soldier. Instead, she wore a simple tunic, with a worn leather belt and a satchel hanging from her hip. Her hair, dark and tangled, was pulled back in a messy braid. But what struck him the most was the look in her eyes—sharp, watchful, as if she were sizing him up without a word.

“Sorry,” she said, her voice calm, almost too calm. “Didn’t realize someone else would be in here this late.”

Brennan blinked; his first instinct was to send her away. He didn’t need interruptions, especially not now. But something about her presence—a strange quiet that wasn’t afraid to fill the space—made him pause.

He didn’t know why her arrival felt almost… inevitable. The room had been so empty, so suffocating, until she appeared.

He looked up at her then, his voice hoarse from lack of use.

“What do you want?”

The woman hesitated for only a fraction of a second before she stepped farther into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. There was no hesitation in her movements, no nervousness. She moved with a quiet purpose, like someone used to taking control of whatever situation they found themselves in.

“I’m not sure what I want,” she said, her lips quirking up slightly as if she found the question amusing. “But I know I’m not going to leave you alone in here until you rest.”

Brennan’s brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “I don’t need help.”

Her gaze softened, but there was no pity in it, only something else— something knowing, something he couldn’t quite place- why was she there?

“I’m not here to help. I’m just here to make sure you don’t collapse on top of all these maps...”

For a moment, he was taken aback. This wasn’t an officer or a soldier. It was just a woman—one he had never talked before. And yet, there she was, completely unbothered by his presence, as if she had every right to be here.

He didn’t reply right away, his lips pressing into a thin line as he stared at her. She wasn’t some messenger. She wasn’t here to report to him or give him new information. She was just… there.

“I can’t rest,” he said finally, the words tasting like failure as they left his mouth. “There’s too much at stake.”

“Yeah,” she said with a shrug, moving toward a chair by the window and setting down with an almost deliberate slowness. “There always is. But you’re not doing anyone any good if you’re running on empty. You know that, right?” She chuckles

Brennan didn’t respond immediately, his gaze flickering back to the papers in front of him. The room had gone silent again, but it wasn’t a comfortable silence. It felt like an intrusion, a breach of some invisible barrier he’d made around himself.

He didn’t know who this woman was, but he could feel her eyes on him, watching, waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. And for some reason, he couldn’t push her away, he couldn’t not do so. There was something about her steady gaze that made him want to hide all the cracks in his armor, but he didn’t know how to. Not anymore.

“I’ve got a war to help to win,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as though speaking it aloud might make it more real than it already was. Why did he feel he could just pore everything else? She had just walked into his life and somehow it seemed she had always been there.

She chuckled lightly, though it wasn’t mocking—more like she understood the weight of it.

“And you think it’s going to be won by one man with a desk full of maps?” she asked, her voice smooth, but with an edge of disbelief. “Come on. It’s not just on you.”

Her words were a small crack in the wall he’d built around himself, and the unspoken truth of them made him bristle, even as they sunk in. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been carrying until just now, with this stranger, in this quiet room.

He looked at her, really looked at her for the first time, noticing the way her eyes held his without flinching, the way her posture didn’t break under his stare. She wasn’t intimidated. She wasn’t afraid. And somehow, that felt like the weight he didn’t know how to carry was being taken by her.

“I don’t need anyone to tell me what to do,” he said, his tone defensive, though he didn’t have the energy to be as harsh as he wanted to be.

Her expression softened, and for the briefest moment, he thought he saw something like sympathy flicker in her gaze—but it was gone just as quickly.

“Then don’t let me tell you what to do,” she said, standing up and crossing toward him. She reached out, her hand hovering for a moment over the pile of reports on his desk. “Just take a damn break, Colonel. Or you’ll end up with nothing left to fight for.”

For a moment, Brennan didn’t move. He didn’t know what to do with her words, didn’t know how to handle the simple honesty in her voice. But before he could respond, she turned and made her way toward the door, pausing with her hand on the handle.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” she said over her shoulder, her tone unexpectedly gentle. “You can keep pretending you don’t need sleep. But I’m still here. Whether you want me to be or not.”

And with that, she was gone.

Brennan sat in the silence she left behind, staring at the door, feeling something inside of him stir—something long buried, something he didn’t know how to deal with.

For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel quite so alone.

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“I was just finishing up,” he lied, folding the report close.

“You’re lying,” she said, not cruelly. Just… honest. “You haven’t slept and you weren’t going to. Again.”

He tried to smile and failed miserably. “You checking up on me, Healer?”

She shrugged, looking up at him from under lashes longer than anyone burdened with war should have. “Just happened to be nearby.”

He snorted softly, the sound foreign in his own throat. “You always happen to be nearby.”

Something flickered in her expression, like maybe she’d been caught.

But instead of backpedaling, she leaned in. “Someone has to make sure you don’t keel over mid-strategy meeting.”

He stared at her. This woman who always smelled faintly of dried herbs and firepowder. Who patched him up, in more ways than one, without asking questions, who pressed tea to help him sleep into his hand when he forgot how to ask for help.

“You know you don’t have to do this,” he said quietly. “I’m not your responsibility.”

Her eyes softened. “You’re not a responsibility, Brennan. You’re a person.

One who’s drowning and doesn’t even see the tide rising.”

And gods help him, something in him cracked.

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I've been wanting to post this little fanfic for a while now! I've got some other one shots that revolve around this story, maybe if people like this I'll post those too.

I'm also currently working on another fanfic in a modern AU and that is taking me so longggg. If I do ever finish it I'll post it here too.

Iron flame yap seshh: Characters

Hiyyaaaaahhhhhhhh I don't have much of an intro this time so were going straight into it.

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Violet & Zaden: If I thought they annoyed me before OHH BROTHERR. The lack of communication between these two is astounding. "Why didn't you tell me." "You didn't ask" "I DID ask." "Well, you didn't ask the right questions." ..................dpmo. I love them but they're so annoying I'm sorry and then when Violent found out ole girl has the same fighting style bc Zaden trained her too!!?? Violet wasn't mad enough for me. Then after he heard that girl tell Violet that Zaden only wanted her for sex what does he do? Try to have sex with Violet. IDk Violet is a much better woman than me I would have killed him. I do love that Violet clocked him and was like "You're acting like Dain." CLOCK HIM AGAIN. The Zaden being vennin at the end ugh what is even going awnnnnnn. In my opinion Violet should have been a lot meaner and Zaden.....for god's sake, I'm tired of the angsty man act can't lie. (Kudos to Violet for withstanding torture and knowing not to drink that shit the second time around THATS MY GIRL)

Rhiannon: Opinion hasn't changed. Queen.

Dain: This is not a complete redemption bc I still don't like the fact that he's still "Are you SURE you want him Violet." But I enjoy that he grew a brain and sided with the right folks. Like busting her out of there? I won't call him king but he at least gets Squire status.

Aaric Graycastle: "Keep ur fucking boyfriend away from me." Oh yeah, I fuck with him. Is someone not a suck-up to Zaden and not afraid to actually try to go at him? I sense a new fav.

Andarna: Princess Andarna wants blood and blood she will get, I kinda expected her to be different in some way so her scales changing was not a huge surprise but it was nice. Also despite the rules the dragons have in place she absolutely bodied that other dragon for Violet and ugh I love Andarna so much yall don't understand.

Tairn & Sgayel: I'm putting these two together bc man that scene where Tairn finds out that not only Zaden kept something from Violet but more importantly Sgayel kept something from Tairn!!!???? Gods I love these two as mates but that scene hurts my feelings. Also Dad!Tairn constantly being like "Andarna no." is my new fav thing.

Momma Sorrengail: Yanno.......I dont think I dislike her as much as I did, especially because she ended up helping but like...idk. I think id be like Brennan and just be like "Eh fuck you kinda?" like idk how to truly feel about her after iron flame. Its a complicated I don't like her but thanks we couldn't have done it without her? Pulled through for her kids ig so go momma Sorrengail.

Jack Barlowe: WHAT.THE.FUCK what. WHAT. First off, how are you alive, second why are you alive, third SAVED VIOLET?, fourth VENIN? fith KILLING BAIDE?! Someone kill him for good ZADEN DO UR THING like double tap make sure he STAYS down.

Brennan: no overwhelming feelings tbh. I understand his attitude towards Lilith tho def deserved it.

Catronia: I dont like her, Violet should have beat her ass WORSE. And like yeah mind powers are invasive but amplifying someone's EMOTIONS?! Yeah she sucks. And being mad at Violet bc of a fuck ass crown girl get REAL. Showing up in a see-through gown at Zaden's door? You dirty skank bitch she better be next on the off list especially her sparring match with Violet. IDGAF if she helped later fuck Cat.

Ridoc: "The map is under my mattress." King. So in love with him. Can we stop giving him near-death experiences pls ill cry.

Sawyer:....... don't do this to me man he better be okay.

Jesina: Queen pulled through for the translations a smart baddie queen love that for her tbh.

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Okay yall that's all I got for now, it was gonna be posted earlier but I went through a breakup and college got busyyyy hopefully I can give my thoughts on the actual plot of Iron flame soon!

Fourth Wing Yap Sesh PT. 2

Omg lowkey surprised anyone saw the first post and I kinda got excited to seee that but anyways heres my little review on the plot of Fourth Wing.

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One of my favorite things about Fourth Wing is the amount of cliches that are used but instead of being like "ew again", it's more of a "they're so real for that."

Okay so first off, I like how in the first few moments they've already established the Sorrengail family dynamic off-rip. Mom is the absolute hard-ass, dead dad and brother combo, loving elder sister that mom respects and the kind of put to the side youngest sister that's underestimated cliche but I like it. It makes every action these characters take feel soo believable and realistic to me. Then the whole sisterly advice of staying away from the enemy, is intriguing, bc ouu who is this enemy why does he want Violet dead. Also the added humor of them talking about not screwing your superiors, realistic sibling convo tbh.

Jumping to the parapet scenes, man this really sets the tone of "Everything is dangerous," but at the same time, it was confusing. If the goal is to get as many cadets as possible to be riders so you can fight the looming threat (which hadn't been mentioned by this point if I remember correctly it's been about 2 months since I read the book). Then why are we making it as hard as possible to keep these cadets alive? I highly doubt that weeding out the weak is an answer especially if were crunched on numbers but I digress.

Violet seeing Xaden for the first time, my first thought was "Girl what is Rhysand doing here lmaoooo". I feel like we need to get more creative with our male love interest descriptions (WHERE THE FINE RED HEADS AT). Violent wanting to climb him is so real but at the same time Violet baby we gotta lock in were about to walk across a casm of death. Also, Barlowe throwing a kid off for WHAT. I think he's one of those kids who were bullied, hit puberty, then made everyone else's life hell. I too would be mad at the world if I was allergic to oranges.

After essentially killing potential cadets for no reason, they lined em up to sort em out, flex their dragons, and kill more of em. Granted, they definitely should not have run. Also if the man who I know wants me dead suddenly moved my squad under his wing I'd be fully shaking in my boots. Forget the fact that he's sexy he now has easier access to kill her and I wouldn't count on Dain to help at all. ATP they've shown that cadets are dispensable id sleep with an eye open.

I vibe heavily with the sparring scenes it's my fav part of any fantasy or dystopian book. Imogen absolutely GUNNING for Violet off rip, I hand it to Vi for not giving in though.

Over Violets time as Basigath I enjoyed reading about but I really ended up being completely uninterested until the gauntlet. The tension with Violet, Dain and Xaden honestly did nothing for me personally, I found myself more interested in the dragons, and how their riders' powers correlate. But I really liked the gauntlet as it showcased how SMART Violet is, she took something that was, realistically, nearly impossible for her to do, and she made it work. Why Amber was so mad about it I have no clue why, like its not cheating if anything you should be amazed at how inventive this cadet is like we should be PRAISING THIS.

Them being presented to the dragons was a key moment for me, Violet panicking bc she thought Ridoc got torched and he essentially just goes "Well ANYWAYS." Top tier.

Their actual bonding with dragons was another moment. Essentially Tairn was not going to bond at all but he was like well this one defended a feather tail, who probably could have bitten their heads off if she wanted to, might as well bond ig lmfaoo. Tairn is top tier. Also, I peeped that Andarna was a baby dragon right away, bc what do you mean, "no one ever seen a baby dragon," and "no one ever bonds with feathertails." I feel like at some point a scribe should have caught on.

Skipping to everyone getting their signets, I didn't understand why that one dude had to die for reading thoughts but Dain can just touch someone and see what they know, get fundamentally why they did it but??????????????????? Yall obviously do not care ab winning the battle if you gonna kill every cadet. Also why had no one discharged Barlowe for KILLING at least a quarter of first years pls, like why is he just allowed to do this?

About Violet and Xadens relationship, they piss me off lol. They remind me of that one couple in high school that are toxic and should NOT be together and they make it everyone else's problem. Only this is worse they are adults and have powers. I love them separately but together they just annoy me, I might be alone in this and that's fine by me. "I can't separate feelings from sex." Girl fuck feelings you could die the next day!!!! I will say though Violence being her nickname made me chuckle i feel like there are at least seven people (considering most of the cadets are dead atp lol) that are scarier than her.

Also fuck Dain.

While I liked Fourth Wing I feel like some parts dragged I could'nt find myself overly interested until Liam nearly died and Violet absolutely DEMOLISHED Barlowe (thank god). From here it picked up. Imma make this last part quick bc im typing this in class as we speak, but!!!

Xaden and the others have their own separate movement? Predictable, are they working with the gryphon fliers? Now admittedly it should have been obvious when they talked about dragons already knowing the wards were gonna fail but for me, it was an afterthought kind of thing. Dain reading Vi's memories? I. Fucking. Knew it! Slimey bitch.

Aretia being rebuilt? Ngl it's very unrealistic to me that no one is checking to make sure that place stayed rubble. Most mfs would have made a momument out of it for Navvare that's just lazyyy. Brennnan being alive? Man, I knew it. The millisecond that interaction happened with Xaden and Violet she was like "Well you killed my brother so we even," and he said "Hardly." I knew. Bc that is such an intentional word to use with someone who is grieving her dead brother and you say "hardly?" Yeah, I knew Brennan wasn't dead right then and there.

Anyway, I'm going to wrap this review up here because I really need to lock in in class, lol. Overall, out of 5, I gave the fourth wing a 2.5. In my mind, this isn't a bad score; I just wasn't as personally engaged in it as I would have liked to be.

Now I've already finished Iron flame and that will be next so hopefully like a week from now I'll be posting about that.

Yap sesh over!

Can someone please explain the ending of iron flame

I was speed reading and I could not understand the last three chapters and I refuse to read it again