#riorgail snippet

[infinitelymint]

another little snippet of what's now 8k of Violet feeling like proper shit and thinking a baby might fix it (spoiler alert, it won't)

He cups her cheek and she hates herself a little bit for turning into the touch, for savouring the warmth and the feel of his hand against her skin. It’s been so long since she was last touched with any kind of affection that wasn’t from her dragons. It’s a testament to just how long that she lets him of all people. She squeezes her eyes closed tightly, willing herself to keep the tears at bay.

She’s missed it so much, the feel of someone else’s hands on her body. The comfort of a simple, platonic touch. She has missed the connection, the intimacy, the knowledge that someone cares. Gods, she thinks again, what she wouldn’t give for a simple hug.

“Vi,” he breathes, and there he goes again with the ‘Vi’, breaking down her walls even further. He sounds heartbroken and she can’t quite grasp why. He doesn’t care about her, so why does he suddenly sound like he does?

“I don’t think I’m okay,” she confesses and there’s no amount of squeezing her eyes closed that will hold the tears back now, not when she's finally uttered the truth that she has known intimately for months and months out loud. She feels the tears fall down her cheeks, leaving wet, hot tracks in their wake, like a map of her sadness. It doesn’t take long for his thumb to come up to wipe them away.

“I know,” he says, and there’s none of that brute efficiency or cold detachment she'd come to know from him during the war. His tone is gentle. It’s nothing like she remembers him, nothing like the picture she has of him in her mind. She doesn't know how to reconcile this version of him with the one who's only ever shown her indifference or frustration before.

She thinks that maybe peace time allows some to break down, and others to take care of the pieces that are left in ways that war time never could.

[thoughtsaboutshows]

LPP Chapter 13 Snippet!

It's probably time we hear from Xaden again...

“Hey I’ve decided what I want your wedding present to us to be.” Ridoc smacks the back of hi hand on my bicep. I slowly and annoying drag my attention from where Violet has her head thrown back in laughter to look at my cousin’s groom, knowing that if Violence saw me ignoring my future cousin-in-law she’d be upset. And I am done being the reason Violet is upset. “You mean other than paying for everyone’s bungalow and the boat ride that I didn’t even go on?” The entire sentence comes out as a tired sigh but Ridoc doesn’t seem to notice. In fact it only makes his smile widen, like riling me up is the best part of this whole conversation.

“You and Vi need to recreate the beach scene from Mama Mia.” He nods vigorously as I raise my brows because, yes while I’ve seen the movie, it takes place on a Grecian island. Nearly every scene is a fucking beach scene. “You know the one with Sophie and Sky? They sing Lay All Your Love-” “No.” I interrupt because one, I don’t fucking sing. And two…if I did it wouldn’t be to some musical just for Ridoc’s amusement. “Figured you might say that.” Ridoc says with a knowing sigh of his own, gazing at the rest of my friends adoringly. “Which is why I have Garrick as my backup.” “If you think Imogen is going to do that shit-” I can’t hold back my snot but its his turn to interrupt me. “Oh no, no, no, Xaden, I’m not asking Imogen. She’s scary.” He smiles conspiratorially as he rubs his palms together. “Garrick and Violet are going to do it.”

[justallihere]

Calling all the Imrrick girlies because I have finally (as promised almost 4 months ago) written the missing moment of their first time from chapter 8 of storm in the quiet. Enjoy 🫶🏻

[lizardrunclub]

A little Friday morning snippet from Navarre Records Presents… for you all. I am hoping to have the second chapter up early next week 😃

* * *

I grab my phone out of my pocket and pull up my text thread with Brennan.

Xaden: Your sister is a fucking sex kitten.

Nope, can’t send that.

Xaden: Your sister is a fucking vixen.

Nope, not that either.

Xaden: Your sister will be the death of me.

Nope.

Xaden: Your sister is a really good performer.

Nope, that sounds dirty too.

Xaden: Your sister’s band played a good set.

There. That works.

[plum-petals]

Now that you have mentioned it. How do you pick epigraphs for your chapters? Do you have your favorite aphorismes saved ip somewhere? Or do you go on a search for each chapter? I really really enjoy them, thx

I do have a collection of my favorite quotes (mostly poetry) that I keep! But most of the early epigraphs were found when I was looking for inspiration for the fic title. I found so many that I liked, and I wanted to do a fun nod to the RY style. So I have dozens and dozens of quotes organized into categories (which are mostly aligned with the search terms I used to find quotes):

- Spying/Lying/Dishonesty

- Poison/Medicine

- Research/Science/Experiment

- Friendship/Love

- Lightning/Thunder/Storm

- Rebellion/Revolution/Government

- Other

Sometimes I have the quote picked out way before I even finish the chapter, but mostly I go to the list after I finish editing the chapter in AO3 and I pick based on the vibes. I struggle with some chapters more than others and I have to go searching for something more applicable, which is definitely silly because I don’t need to put so much thought into them. But I do anyways 😅 I’m glad you enjoy them!

I have a doc with all of them listed chronologically and reading through them in order is kind of fun. It gives an interesting context to the development of the story with little other context hahaha

I still have some fun ones in my pocket for the last couple arcs! For part ii, I think I’m moving away from epigraphs (to both save myself the time finding 70+ other new quotes and because I have other, more… epistolary plans) 💓

[heartfeltletters-written]

wip (wed thursday) tag game!!

@widebrimmedhatsblog tagged me with number 5, so here’s the fifth paragraph (i cheated because i added one more sentence for dramatic effect but shh its fine) of a new wip that hopefully will see the light of day !!

The sun rose rapidly as each minute passed, it seemed that the day would bring the heat and bright rays of sunshine — an insult to Violet and her family. The sun seemed to mock her.

It was the day of her father’s funeral.

omg who hasn’t been tagged in this yet ?? I’m going to tag @softodettes with the number 8! Eighth paragraph, eighth sentence, eighth piece of dialogue, etc., from a recent WIP!! (but only if you want to 🤍)

[softodettes]

How did a person move on from something like that?  Violet wasn't sure. She'd been trying for four years, after all.  Every time she thought she'd finally moved on, finally buried their relationship for good, she pulled up his social media accounts and spent hours scrolling through his sparse posts, searching for meaning in his bland captions, or stalking his friends' pages for a glimpse of something she hadn't yet seen; or she lost herself to her memories, of him, of them, both good and bad, while staring blankly at whatever was in front of her.  Moving on was an art form, clearly, one she hadn't yet mastered, or learned the rules for; she didn't know if she ever would.  She wondered if Xaden had cracked the code, or if he was just as miserable as she was at times.

[shipmistress9]

Hey, I really liked your latest Xiolet fics. Could we maybe get a snippet of that angst fic you're writing?

Aww, thank you so much! 🥰

And, erm... sure? I'll see whether I can find something that makes at least a little sense yet. 😅

Worse though, I can see understanding in Xaden’s eyes. Understanding and rage. Because there is only one person whose gentle touch on my face could cause this kind of reaction.  “Did he hurt you?” (...) “I’ll kill him!” Xaden’s hand in mine is shaking, his voice vibrating with fury.  But even though none of this is funny, I can’t help but laugh. How is it possible that this promise of death from Xaden’s lips is so comforting to me? 

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

Hi! Just wanted to message you here to say I’ve loved all of your fanfics. I’m obsessed with all things Riorgail and I love how you write them - you seem to always get the perfect mix of sassy but mature Violet and in control / powerful but still gentle Xaden. I’ve particularly loved the Nights-verse series as well as To Hate and To Hold, but I am absolutely in love with In the Heat of it All. Like it’s amazing!!! I know you’re taking a hiatus from it which you totally deserve but I wanted to let you know how much I’m enjoying it and would love to keep reading it when you find the time again! Thanks for writing it :)

Nonny 🥹🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much. You had incredible timing with this message. I really needed to hear it today.

I don’t know how else better to express my thanks (and my joy at having someone else who loves heat as much as I do) than by sharing a snippet from chapter 13:

“Try to rest.” His hand hasn’t left her forehead. He soothes her hair, over and over. “You’ll remember more in the morning.”

Remember. That word sparks something within her. There are definitely things she’s forgetting.

She rolls onto her side, smushing his hand between her head and the pillow in the process. He doesn’t move. Now that her eyes have adjusted to the light, she sees more of him. Somehow, the area just behind him is darker than the rest of the room, and the darkness swirls and swoops.

She must be seeing things. She’s so tired. But as her eyes shut, she has a realization.

“I think I’m mad at you,” she informs him.

“I know you are, Violence,” he promises, voice soft. “I haven’t forgotten. Don’t worry about that.”

So she doesn’t. She doesn’t worry about anything. She shuts her eyes and lets sleep claim her.

[infinitelymint]

an itsy bitsy snippet from the riorgail fic I started last night...

“Vi,” he says and she shudders. She hopes he doesn’t notice. He’s still speaking in that same soft voice, and he so seldom calls her anything other than Violence, sometimes, rarely, Violet. Most of the time, he calls her nothing at all. She isn’t sure he’s ever called her ‘Vi’ before. It feels more intimate than it should be coming from him. By some mercy, he doesn’t comment on how her body betrayed her when he continues speaking, ”I do think we need to talk about this, actually, because it sounds like you think you’re the only one who’s been faithful in this marriage.”

She does turn around at that. Does it without even thinking. Gods, of all the things she thought he might say, it had certainly never been that. Did he really just imply that he hasn’t been with anyone else during their marriage? Exactly how stupid does he think she is?

Angers surges into her, red hot and volatile. She feels her power rise with it, desperate for an outlet, for destruction. She almost feels relief at this feeling of something other than bone deep despair or world-stopping numbness that have been her constant companions for months and months.

“Don’t lie to me,” she hisses. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

[thoughtsaboutshows]

Happy Tuesday!

Here’s a snippet of LPP 18, because I have a wedding this weekend and am unsure if it’ll get up before I head out of town.

So here, because even though they love each other it can’t all be smooth sailing…

My heart lurches as I stand outside his door while he fumbles with the keys, Sgaeyl scratching the door with her paw while Tairn huffs at Xaden taking so long. It feels like taking a breath is the hardest thing I have to do as I realize where I am. I haven’t stepped through this door since Xaden was pushing me out of it, haven’t been in his apartment since he shut down in front of me and forced me to walk away.

Seven years I’ve avoided it, RSVP’d no to any party he threw, refuse to even set foot anywhere near the building. I hadn’t anticipated how hard it would be to be here again, hadn’t even thought that just the sight of his door would bring a wave of painful nostalgia.

“You ready, love?” He asks me a she finally gets the door open, cursing as Sgaeyl pushes her way through his feet to get in first. He notices my face because of course he does, his own brows crinkling as he looks into his apartment and remembers the last time we were there together too. His face crumples in regret and guilt, turning to face me head on. “Fuck, do you want to go somewhere else? Let’s go somewhere else. I’ll book us a room-”

“No.” I interrupt with a gentle hand on his arm, swallowing my nerves. “We can do this.”

We need to be able to do this

[theoppositequeens]

Do you have a snippet for the "Riorgail Omegaverse" one?

Oh I have multiple snippets for you and @copperfirebird because I have like 4k of different parts written <3

This is... properly angsty:

“I’m scared,” I whisper, and there’s no room to feel stupid about the statement, because there’s only room for the fear that despite our best efforts, my body will fail me, and I’ll die in this room, under this man, my fragile bones snapping from his rough handling. 

“I’m scared too, Violet,” Xaden whispers, and I’ve never heard him so vulnerable. I sink deeper into his arms, the comfort he’s offering me, hoping to give him some in return.

“It’s not your fault if I die,” I breathe. But we both know it won’t be only me.

“Don’t bother,” Xaden commands. “Save your reassurances for if you live, because if you die, I won’t have much time to feel guilty.”

But he would. This man I thought for certain was ready to kill me would feel guilty if I died brutally at his hands. 

That is a comfort in itself, that if death comes, it wasn’t on purpose, or of ill will. It was simply an accident.

[overjoyedisland]

I Need a Hug

Coming Soon to AO3: A few chapters about touch starved Riorgail

Violet POV snippet previously posted.

Xaden POV after failing to pay attention in class:

“What the fuck is up with you today?” Garrick asks as we walk out of class.  “Didn’t sleep well,” I mutter.  “You never sleep well. You’ve never used that as an excuse before.” I sigh. He’s right. How am I supposed to respond to that? “You could admit that a certain cadet’s tiny, soft body was occupying your mind,” Sgaeyl unhelpfully suggests.  “No thank you.” Just then the tiny, soft cadet in question steps into the hallway. My eyes are immediately drawn to her.  Garrick chuckles with glee. “So a certain someone has caught your eye?” “She’s tiny,” I say and barely catch myself before I admit to knowing how soft she feels in my arms. 

[laursdomain]

perfect love

pairing: bodhi durran x oc

OC: selene dewski

genre: fluff

synopsis: In another universe, Selene Dewski and Bodhi Durran still find their way to one another–even if it’s not the same way every time. They are soulmates, through and through. They are ready to love one another for all eternity, and there’s only one way to do that.

warnings: cursing, established relationship, modern au, tooth rotting fluff, bodhi is in love, selene is in love, liam is alive, all parentals are alive and well, riorgail is official, slain is official

w/c: 5.0k

notes: modern AU of selene & bodhi based on the heart that waited; for day 7: free day for bodhi week! @empyreanevents

Read here on AO3!

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snippet under the cut!

Hair is done. Makeup is done. Jewelry is on. All that is left to do is to put on my dress and walk down the aisle. Easier said than done. 

Two knocks gain my attention, noticing Mom peeking in through the door. She smiles, letting herself in as she joins me. She places her hands on my arms from behind me, watching my reflection in the mirror with a warm smile.

“Are you ready to put on your dress?” Mom asks, her voice warm and soft.

“Yes,” I answer, smiling at her. 

She nods, leaving me to delicately take my dress off its hanger. She unzips it with precision and gentleness only she possesses, before bringing it over to me. She guides me to step my feet in, gliding the dress up my body. She easily zips the white dress up, fastening the hook and eye to ensure it’s perfectly in place. She smoothes down the dress, before fluffing the ends of my skirt. She turns to retrieve my veil, and I get a moment to admire the dress on me. 

The dress was over the shoulder, and still fit my criteria of not being overly big, but still having a skirt that gave it a smidge of volume. The entire bodice was floral, and if you looked closely enough–you could see pearls and lace embedded into the floral print. The flowers dissipate slowly on the skirt, a few littering around the entire skirt. The skirt extends about two feet behind me, elegantly following me as I walk. I could faintly make out the matching tattoo Garrick, Xaden, Bodhi, and I got one night when we were a little too drunk, the fine-line dragon sitting against my right shoulder, on my back. I didn’t mind having it on display, it signified my most important relationships. 

Mom comes back over, veil in hand. Unlike my dress, it doesn’t have any specific print or lace detailing. Since my dress is more detailed, I decided to go for a veil that is plain, yet still elegant. Mom places the floral clip at the crown of my hair, right in the middle of the half-up that was done for me earlier. She attaches the top of the veil to the clip, hearing the faint sound of it clicking in place. She fluffs out the veil, making sure it sits perfectly against my hair with no wrinkles or creases. It ends right at the small of my back, contrasting beautifully against my dress. It covers my tattoo, though if you squint you can make out the black ink. It’ll be noticeable during our reception, so I pay no mind.

“You look beautiful, darling.” Mom’s voice comes behind me, holding me as she did when I was a child. Her eyes begin watering, though she wills them to not fall. She refused to ruin the exquisite makeup Ella had done. 

“Thanks, Mom,” I smile at her, eyes watering as well. This is one of the last moments I have with her before I’m no longer a Dewski, and it’s emotional, to say the least. I turn in her arms, properly wrapping my arms around her shoulders as I embrace her. I allow myself to stay here a little longer, knowing how much I love her hugs, especially when I was a little girl. “I love you.”

“I love you most,” she responds, opting to place a kiss on my shoulder rather than my cheek so as to not ruin the makeup on my cheek. 

“You look beautiful!” Sloane’s voice comes from behind me, her tone full of excitement. I turn, seeing all my bridesmaids standing with her, adoring smiles written on their faces. 

“I think you girls will be giving me a run for my money,” I joke, noticing how beautiful the rose dresses look on all of them.

It matches Sloane’s complexion perfectly.

It’s a wonderful contrast to the silver tips of Violet’s hair.

It matches the shade of blonde that decorates Quinn’s head, even with her blue streak.

Eya’s shade of brunette hair is perfect against the rose.

“Let me get a photo of the five of you,” Mom reaches for her camera, ushering for us to get together. 

The girls are mindful of my dress, all coming around me for a quick photo. I know we’ll be taking millions more after the ceremony, but this one is for our memories. Sloane and Violet go on my left side, while Eya and Quinn go on my right side. We’re temporarily blinded by the flash of Mom’s camera, but it goes away as soon as it appears.

“Sorry to interrupt,” a familiar deep voice comes from behind us. 

[plum-petals]

Please please give us more interactions between Violet and Garrick and Bodhi!

They've been aware from the beginning about the effect she has on Xaden and teased him about it rightfully, but I feel like they are just now starting to truly understand why he is so simp for her. Like, yes, because he has no chill whatsoever but also became Violet is just like that and inspires that level of devotion from people who truly see her. Now that they've been exposed to her whole deal so to speak I want them to see and like her as a person, not just their future rebellion mom (or is it current already?) or Xaden's gf.

Like hey honeybear you know you are my brother and we are ride or die for each other but I would literally kill you if you fuck up and hurt her

Also I really like the trope in riorgail fanfiction (and canon as well) of these capable people going above and beyond, risking their lives and doing all that they can. And doing a fairly good job for years. And then comes this tiny woman and absolutely schools them on the topic that they are supposed to be experts at. Like that realization that oh damn, she is cruising on a different speed here wow. Love it

Have been rereading your fic and just. Competence porn is my jam (Xaden's too lol), we all simping for our girl

Thank you so much!

Omg I would love to! Unfortunately, Violet is heading off to Montserrat soon so she’ll be a bit occupied haha but I’m excited for MIRA. 🥰 There will definitely be more of her and the rebellion boys though!

They definitely are getting to know the Violet Sorrengail brand of chaos hahaha I think Xaden says it in his POV (in… the first snippet chapter? The spyverse is long and my memory is poor lol) when the boys all confront him and ask why she defended the group of first year marked ones, and he’s like “she’s just like that” and there’s also Liam being ride-or-die… like it was only a matter of time before they saw the same thing! She’s definitely rebellion mom in my heart 💕

Hahaha that’s really funny, I like the idea of Garrick being like “honey bear, you really have to lock this one down, not only do we need her for the war efforts and also she’s kind of like if a tornado was also poisonous and i am growing fond of her” like she has gotten so much information in 52 chapters!! Class is in session and violet is ready to school them all! It’s not that they’re lazy or not doing everything they can but sometimes it takes a fresh set of eyes! They rebellion kids have settled into a safe and manageable routine for helping as much as possible and preparing for the worst,,, meanwhile violet ‘no fucks’ sorrengail is like “no I want to know and I want to know NOW” and she is not taking no for an answer!

Love to hear people are re-reading 💛 Competence porn always good tbh I love Riorgail as brutally vicious and competent. Terrifying power couple, everybody should be very afraid!

Happy to provide, thanks for the sweet message 💕

[heartfeltletters-written]

alright besties the second chapter is taking longer than anticipated (I'm a yapper i hope yall are ready to read) so here's a snippet

She was warm, relaxed in a way she never thought possible; the heat touched her no longer but still she felt herself aflame — a comforting sensation this time. Weightless leaves fell upon her as something soft touched her hand. Up in the clouds she flew, three pairs of wings beating. The Gods stood as witness.