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Fandom: The Empyrean (Fourth Wing) Rating: E Pairing: Xaden/Violet Chapters: 4/? Warnings and tags on Ao3. Beware of Rape/Non-con, dark!Xaden.

Continuation of birthday fic for @shipmistress9 <3 My fabulous beta is @ellebellewritesfic!

Read on Ao3 here.

Chapter 4

Violet keeps her mouth shut.

It’s part shame, part self-preservation, part… she doesn’t even know what.

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Riorgail - E-rated

When Professor Riorson calls Violet to his office because he's displeased with her homework, she knows she's in trouble. It's just not the kind of trouble the other studens around her expect. 😏

My (belated) entry to @empyreanevents Riorgail Week 2025 Day 1 prompt 'Professor' 😊

thanks so much to @theoppositequeens for beta-ing

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Riorgail Week - Domestic

I had so many ideas for this one, you'll have to wait for Tyrrendor week to see what I almost went with.

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Riorgail Week Day Six: Domestic @empyreanevents

Inspired by the question whether Xaden ever used his shadows for a puppet show. The answer is yes. Yes, he did. For his special girl.

Just something little that hopefully make you smile like me picturing it.

"Make the princess ride the dragon daddy!"

My eye brown rise as i hear the sweet voice of my daughter. I quietly approached the slightly ajar door of our bedroom. Lylia sits on my husband's lap and shadows are skittering on the wall.

"Oh and make them fight a monster!" I hear a giggle followed by Xaden's own special sigh for our princess I don't want to but how can I say no?

"Oh and-"

"Don't you have enough already" Xaden gives Lylia a soft kiss on top of her head.

"But daddy!" Lylia cries.

"I don't want any more." I hear my husband say.

"Do it for me. For your love to me"

"You can't always bribe me with that!" Xaden starts tickling her on his lap.

"Yes I can!" Lylia shrills with laughter. In this position I can't see their faces but I know my daughter has a smug grin on her face.

I smile. Oh yes she can. Our little girl has her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

I lean against the door frame and look at my two favorite people.

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Garrick has always been my best friend. His father was my father’s aide, which in a way makes him my Dain, except trustworthy.

Xaden taking any opportunity to throw shade at Dain is hilarious to me

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Art by: knifedippedinichor

Riorgail Week 2025 | Day 3 | Signets ⚡️⚫️ |

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Fanfiction fanart

So I've been rereading the life of spies is to know, not to be known by @plum-petals because it's genuinely amazing and I wanted to do some fanart.

Spoilers for chapter 22 and chapter 50 of the fic!

Xaden and Violet talking after Threshing

Violet and the boys capturing her test subject

P.S. I forgot how truly unhinged Violet was in the first chapters and I have a newfound love for this fic after seeing these immaculate vibes again

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Looks like a Cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll: Jesinia, Ridoc, Liam

Looks like they could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll: Bodhi, Garrick, Dain

Looks like a cinnamon roll, will actually kill you: Violet, Rhiannon, Andarna, Sawyer

Looks like they could kill you, will actually kill you: Xaden, Tairn, Sgaeyl, Imogen, Sloane

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😔

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Aaaaah thank you for the recs Rosie 🥰❤️ It made me super happy!!! We all know by know I cannot do smut without feels and I'm so glad you appreciate it! Also you are legallally obligated to mention nothing but I am glad you did because Modern Bar Au is my baby

I agree a 100 percent with your other recs, especially @taumoebaa, Elle and @shipmistress9 fics, but also warmly recommend any by @starfall-spirit and @alittlegirlwaitinginagarden 💜

I've also tried to gather a masterlist of VLX fics which can be found here!

Completely off topic, but do you have any recommendations for Liam x Violet x Xaden fanfics?

I read a fanfic about them recently and I loved it, and I think I vaguely remember seeing something about them here.

Oh anon, I have been waiting for this question my whole life (since I read FW in January). I've answered it in my AO3 comments but now I can link things!

Note: Most, if not all, of my recs are NSFW so please check the tags before reading lol did you expect Violet to be in between those two and not have filthy thoughts?

VLX writers are amazing and their smut makes my head spin~

Violet/Liam/Xaden or Violiaden Fic Recs

The first ever VLX fic I read (on accident, because I love a good Time Travel tag and I was several chapters in before I realized) was Death of a Sun by taumoebaa and it changed my brain chemistry on a molecular level. I would make an offering to an ancient spirit if it'd inspire the author to return to this WIP so everybody should read it and hype it up (kindly, gently, don't be a jerk) in hopes. Even unfinished, I think it's gorgeous and worth the read. (also one plot point inspired a scene in Life of Spies... you'll know it when you see it lol)

theoneiam2277 (@theoppositequeens) has a whole series called endlessly (Violiaden) and it's beautiful! There is pre-canon Xaden/Liam and Anna has a way of writing the smuttiest scenes that make me emotional. + I am also legally obligated to mention her Modern Bar AU you were dancing on your own. I don't typically read a ton of Modern AUs but this one is perfect. Smutty and soft with amazing dialogue and ugh. I love it. Waiting patiently on the final chapter!

ShipMistress has a series called Violiaden - Violet/Liam/Xaden and it was the first VLX corner of the internet I found myself on after finishing Death of a Sun. I'd recommend starting with Part of our "Us" if you're new to VLX in general. But anything Ship writes for them is gorgeous and I can't recommend it enough.

If you read the dragon lust scene in Fourth Wing and wanted her to work it out with both Xaden and Liam, I'd read: Aethelefaie's Thunder Snow and also Thunder Snow - Liam’s POV.

Other fics (mostly smut on the shorter end but a few longer ones) that live in my mind rent-free: - What I Need by ellebellewritesfic (@ellebellewritesfic) - to soothe and be soothed by widebrimmedhat (@widebrimmedhatsblog) - Just this once, Mairi by Girlinherfantasyworld - Shining Through the Stormy Dark by amberswansong  - Never Not Mine by amberswansong 

If there's a VLX fic that I haven't recommended, I either managed to miss it or it's in my TBR list.

Thanks for the question! This was a super fun way to procrastinate on work!

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my loves

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Fandom: The Empyrean (Fourth Wing)

Pairing: Riorgail (Violet/Xaden)

Rating: E (for future chapters)

Chapters: 1/3

Warnings and tags on Ao3. Read on Ao3 here.

For @empyreanevents Riorgail Week 2025 Day 1: Professor Riorson | For the Teacher/Student trope lovers.

don't make me wonder

“Are you going to spend all of this class staring at me, love?”

His mind wraps around hers like black velvet, soft and seductive. Violet shivers, which could easily be attributed to the winter weather outside the arena they’re currently in.

Xaden looks totally unruffled, waiting for all the cadets to arrive, and she lets her eyes roam across him: thick thighs and strong shoulders under his leathers, beautiful and sharp facial features. This man is her every weakness.

“Well, it is not my fault you look so good,” she tells him, and drags her eyes down his form again. “Besides, no one can fault me for looking. And thinking. And imagining .”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” There’s a warning in his tone, and Violet smirks. 

It might be mean of her, especially with the physical boundaries Xaden seems to be setting, but she can’t help herself. Can’t help telling him she still wants him, still loves him.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like my eyes on you.”

Xaden doesn’t respond, but his fists tighten.

----

It sets the tone for a lot of their public interactions, which are still far fewer than Violet would like. She takes any excuse to be near, even if they can’t interact, but it’s difficult. At least they can still talk while in range of each other, but it’s not the same and Xaden keeps his shields up a lot of the time.

“Looking tired there, Professor Riorson,” Violet greets him one day in a low tone as he passes her on the way to the mats. She’s taken to being early, accompanied by Rhiannon or Ridoc – today, both – to avoid any accusations from Aura or the other riders set to tail her. It gives them time to talk face to face, if only in their heads.

And sometimes like this, off-handed and out loud.

“A lot on my mind last night, cadet,” Xaden responds flippantly. And then she swallows drily as he continues just for her. “Like how you look when you’re spread out, naked and taking my cock.”

Shit.

He’s not playing around today.

“Professor Riorson!” She chides playfully, trying to conceal how hot and bothered he’s made her. “How inappropriate to think such things about a student!”

“Drop the pretenses, Violet,” Xaden tells her, and she watches his back as he approaches the mats. “You’re mine, and I’ll think about you naked whenever I want.”

“Like right now?” He gets to his usual lecturing spot, turns, eyes unerringly finding her. They’re dark and intense.

“Like right now.”

She’s tense like a bowstring, her body reacting to the mere suggestion of being undressed in front of him, the idea that he’s thinking about her, yearning for her. It hurts her heart that they’re denied the chances to truly be together, to touch even casually, but it also makes her appreciate every small crumb of his attention.

“Stop fucking flirting with him with your eyes, Violet,” Rhiannon chides. “Aura is looking your way.”

“No, don’t stop,” Ridoc protests. “I want to see what the Professor looks like when he’s all riled up.”

Violet tears her gaze away from Xaden and rolls her eyes at Ridoc. But she can’t stop the blush rising on her cheeks. 

“I’m both damned and blessed to know exactly how far down your chest that blush of yours spreads, Violence.”

Okay, he’s game today, clearly. And she won’t back down.

“And I quite like it when you follow it down with your tongue,” she quips. In the corner of her eye, he’s standing still, surveying the gathering cadets. “Especially when that tongue ends up between my legs.”

Xaden’s head snaps to her, a small movement since it was already moving that way, and she smiles inwardly at the victory.

“You know how much I love spending time there, love,” he says and his tone is both warm and teasing. “Until you’re shaking and begging me for mercy.”

That shuts her up, and she exhales shakily. It’s supposed to be a slow, controlled movement that doesn’t stay as steady as she would like it. Beside her, Ridoc laughs.

“You look like you’re about to combust, Violet,” he teases. “Guess Riorson won this round of your nonverbal staring contest slash eye-fucking?”

Violet flips him the middle finger, but he’s not wrong.

---

“You know we need this. Please, Tairn, can you ask?”

Begging her own dragon feels like a new low but truthfully she’s been here before. 

“You know she and the Dark One do not currently speak.”

She knows. Tairn knows she knows. “I’m not asking her to speak. I’m just asking for a moment alone with him – or well, not alone, but we don’t have secrets from you.”

Tairn grumbles, but she knows he agrees. They’re all worried about Xaden. He’s not slipped since coming back to Basgiath, but it’s clear he’s not doing well either. There’s dark shadows under his eyes, and Violet hates being unable to hold him, unable to offer her support in anything but his mind.

“Sgaeyl has agreed,” Tairn informs her as classes are drawing to a close for the day, and she tilts her head back in thankfulness. “Tell him.”

Violet does so, and while she senses Xaden’s hesitance through the bond – a bit muted, he’s further away right now – she also senses the wave of emotion at the thought that even if Sgaeyl is hurt and angry, she’s still willing to do this for them.

“I’m going to the flight field,” she tells Rhiannon cheerily – and loudly – as the crowds head for dinner. Aura Beinhaven’s head twists as if to listen subtly. She’s anything but subtle. “Would you save me a sandwich?”

“In this weather? What are you up to, Vi?” Rhiannon asks. Her eyes glint with curiosity. 

“Just need some quality time with my dragons, that’s all.” Violet shrugs and watches how Aura diverts from her path to follow. Digging out her winter jacket, a green woolen sweater from the now empty family quarters she thinks is Brennan’s, woolen mittens and hat from her pack, Violet pulls them on and heads towards the flight field.

She takes sick satisfaction in forcing Aura Beinhaven out into the cold unprepared, even if she knows the dragons will also grumble about it.

“Hey, wait up!” Ridoc jogs to catch up, buttoning his winter flight jacket. “I’ll come with you, I want to see Aotrom.”

Violet eyes him critically. “Dressed like that?”

“Ice-wielder, remember?” He grins and wiggles his fingers. Violet sighs, and Ridoc adjusts his strides to her own as they head outside into the biting wind.

Still, she’s glad for his company and light-hearted banter as they head to the flight-field, Aura Beinhaven and a friend of hers just coincidentally at their heels. She wonders how they convinced their dragons out in this weather.

“Are we okay on timing?” 

Tairn grumbles in her head but Andarna answers brightly.

“All set!”

And that’s true: at the side of the flight field, the shapes of Sgaeyl and Tairn are tightly interwoven, cuddled together even. Andarna is nearly invisible under one of Tairn’s wings, protected from snow. They’re a warm-looking comfortable heap and Violet can’t wait to get in there.

“Well, see you in a bit,” she tells Ridoc. “You don’t need to wait for me, I might be an hour or two.”

“Do you have a death wish?” Ridoc sounds shaken, and Violet pauses, looks at him questioningly. Behind him, Aura and her friend are equally shocked. “Approaching Sgaeyl ? Even with Tairn there.”

Violet smiles. “Don’t worry. Sgaeyl is loyal to her rider.” Considering she’s agreed to Violet’s plea. “And killing me means killing him.”

“Doesn’t mean she can’t hurt you!” Aura shoots gleefully, like she hopes to see that. Violet rolls her eyes.

“Sgaeyl won’t hurt me.” 

She’s confident in that, at least. The cold wind whips at her as she approaches her dragons, feeling the gazes of her small audience on her back. She inclines her head to Sgaeyl in greeting and thanks. One large eye blinks open and then falls shut again. Sgaeyl seems almost comfortable, even in the weather, calm and content with her mate and their protege. 

Violet ducks low into a small gap between the larger dragons, into the small space made by their bodies and protective wings over head.

“Cute hat,” Xaden smiles, and she hasn’t seen him truly smile in so long. She can’t help the way she hurries forward for a hug, wrapping herself around him. “Hi, love,” he murmurs into the wool of said hat and she breathes him in. He’s warm and solid, the space between their dragons heated by their bodyheat. 

“Xaden.” Her whisper is rough, desperate, like the way she clings to him. 

“I know,” he says. “It’s hell for me too.” 

A gloved hand finds her chin, tips her head back. He hesitates, just for a moment, and she cranes up to meet him in clear invitation.

His lips are cold but the kiss is warm, gentle and thorough. She responds eagerly, and while it’s clear he tries to keep it light, it deepens quickly, Xaden’s mouth hungry on hers.

She loses herself in the simple pleasure of kissing him, of pressing herself against him even through all these layers.

“I did not risk angering my mate with your request so you could canoodle.” Tairn’s interruption is unwelcome, and she pulls back reluctantly, Xaden groaning against her lips. 

“Shit,” he pants and his pupils are blown, desire written in every line of his face. “I shouldn’t start things I can’t finish, but– you’re fucking addictive , Violet. I can never get enough.”

“Same.” Her breathing is just as unsteady, and she turns her head to rest on his chest, staying close as she tries to calm the rush in her body. “But let’s not test Tairn’s patience.”

“Or mine,” Xaden agrees. “Though this might be the safest place for you should I lose control, with your defenders nearby. So stay close?” 

There’s a vulnerability in his request.

“Of course,” Violet says. “That’s why I’m here – to see you.”

Keeping one arm around her, Xaden solidifies shadows into what amounts as a large chair for them, sinking into it and pulling her into his lap. One-handed he opens his pack, pulling out a thermos. 

“Coffee?” Violet guesses and Xaden shakes his head, his smile devious. 

Unscrewing the top, he lets her scent the contents, and she squeals quietly, well aware that while the wind whips away noise and everyone keeps a wide berth around their dragons, there are still other dragons on the field who could pick up her and Xaden’s conversation. Though Tairn and Andarna will warn her if they get too loud.

“Crowberry-blueberry juice?!” She can barely keep her surprise somewhat contained, but Xaden smirks. “How did you even get that, they only make it up north!”

“I have my sources,” Xaden says, and she kisses his cheek, sipping the hot juice carefully and then handing it to him for a turn. 

She’s only mentioned once that she used to love the juice when her mother was posted in a mountainous region up north and the whole family naturally followed. Xaden picks up on the smallest details.

“I love you,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss against his mouth that now tastes like juice. “You’re the best.”

“You’re my everything ,” Xaden vows, and tightens his arms around her.

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I agree 100%, this is amazing and I'm living for the tension!!! 😍

Office Hours

pairing: Violet x Xaden

word count: 1.2k

tags: professor/student relationship hinted at, sexual tension, university au

summary: Violet Sorrengail has been taking Professor Riorson's creative writing class since the beginning of the semester. Xaden knows he shouldn't be looking at her this way. Legal or not, she's still his student. But when she storms into his classroom during office hours to badger him about her grade, his control starts slipping. He has always loved their verbal spars.

a/n: written for day 1 of Riorgail Week for @empyreanevents

Xaden Riorson is known for two things on campus: his brutal honesty and the way every student leaves his creative writing seminar with their ego in pieces.

Violet Sorrengail is known for two things too: being terrifyingly brilliant and never backing down from a fight.

They’ve been circling each other for weeks now. Him pushing her in lectures with sharp critiques, her pushing back with the kind of stubborn defiance that’s both infuriating and intoxicating. She gets under his skin. He lights a fire in her that can’t be put out.

The classroom door opens with a creak, then slams behind Violet Sorrengail as she walks in. Most students and professors have gone home by now. The sun is setting, turning the sky into an array of blues and pinks. But Xaden’s office hours go until eight p.m, allowing students with later classes or jobs time to meet with him if needed, so technically, Violet wasn’t doing anything wrong. No one would think twice about her walking into his classroom at approximately seven thirty, but if they knew about the rush of excitement that shot through him at the sight of her in her pleated skirt and cashmere cardigan there would certainly be questions.

At first glance, one might think Violet Sorrengail was a pleasure to have in class. Sweet and innocent in her soft, school girl clothes. And while she was a pleasure—to look at, listen to, even rile up—she was far from sweet and innocent. She was the kind of woman that could grip a man by the balls with her words alone. The kind of woman that was perfect for Xaden.

“Professor Riorson,” Violet greets with feigned sweetness and a mocking smile as she approaches his desk.

“Ms. Sorrengail,” Xaden replies without looking up from the manuscript he’s editing. “Is the door closed because you’re planning to yell at me?”

“No,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m planning to have a civil, adult conversation.”

“Shame.” He finally glances up, dark eyes meeting hers. “I was looking forward to the verbal spar.”

Violet plants herself in the chair across from him. “You gave me a B+ on my short story.”

“I did,” he replies with a curt nod.

She huffs and crosses her legs. “And why is that?”

He sets his pen down, folding his hands. “Because it was a B+ story.”

“Unbelievable,” she mutters, pulling the paper from her folder. “You said—and I quote—‘imaginative structure, but too self-indulgent to land emotionally.’”

“Correct.”

“You’re grading based on vibes now?” Violet asks with narrowed eyes.

Xaden sighs. Zinhal help him. “Ms. Sorrengail—”

“Because that’s what it sounds like,” she continues, unrelenting, her voice growing sharper. “You didn’t mark any technical errors. You didn’t suggest improvements. You just called it self-indulgent and slapped on a B+.”

“It was overwritten.”

“You didn’t say anything about a maximum word count.”

“That’s not what I mean. It read like you were trying to prove how clever you are, rather than telling a story.”

“That’s because I am clever,” she says, eyes gleaming. “And the story’s about grief. You don’t think grief is indulgent?”

“Not like that.”

Violet leans back, arms crossing over her chest. Xaden tries not to stare at the way her breasts rise above her v-neck sweater. “Wow. So now you’re the expert on grief too?”

Xaden stares at her for a long moment, tongue in cheek as he considers his next words. “You think I’m being unfair,” he says, voice lower now.

“I think you’re punishing me for having a voice.”

His jaw clenches.

They sit in silence. The air between them is charged, and Violet squirms in her seat. She’s not proud of how much she cares about what Professor Riorson thinks of her. How had this been any other professor, she would have just rolled her eyes, called a few expletives under her breath, and moved on. But there was something different about Professor Riorson. Despite their arguments, both during and after class, she felt like he understood her on a deeper level. She also wasn’t oblivious to all the times she felt his gaze linger a little too long, and Malek would sooner take her in his icy grasp before she ever admitted to dressing nicer for him.

“You want honesty?” he asks finally.

She dips her chin. “I always do.”

“You’re one of the best writers I’ve ever had in this program. But you rely on intellect like it’s armor. You refuse to be vulnerable.”

Violet blinks. That stings more than she expects. “You want me to bleed on the page or something? Leave little tear drops over my words?”

“Yes,” he says, voice rough. “Writing should cost something. Yours doesn’t. Not yet.”

She swallows. “And you’d know that because you’re what—a tortured genius?”

Xaden stands slowly, walking around the desk to lean against the edge, now only a few feet from her. “No. But I’ve read enough to know when someone’s holding back.”

She tilts her chin up defiantly. “Maybe I don’t want to give you all of me.”

His lips twitch. “Maybe I’m not asking for all of you.”

The words sit heavy between them. Too intimate. Too pointed.

Violet’s breath catches. “This is inappropriate.”

“You closed the door,” he murmurs.

“Because I was angry.”

“Still are.”

“A little.”

“You should be,” he says. “I’m not easy on you.”

“You’re not easy on anyone.”

“That’s true.” His voice drops. “But I’m especially hard on you.”

Their eyes lock. Onyx meeting hazel.

“Why?” she asks, voice barely audible.

Xaden’s hand moves before he thinks better of it, fingers brushing the edge of the paper she still holds between them. “Because when you’re not hiding, your writing destroys me.”

Violet feels her pulse spike. “That sounds dangerously close to praise.”

He smiles, slow and devastating. “Don’t get used to it.”

She stands abruptly, and he moves with her. They’re too close now. Barely a breath apart. She looks up at him, eyes wide and hesitant, but there's a certain heat swirling in them now.

“You can’t flirt with me,” she says, though it doesn’t sound like a protest.

“I’m not flirting.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Testing boundaries,” he says, voice low.

She tilts her head. “You’re gonna lose your job.”

He shrugs. “Not unless I touch you.”

“Are you thinking about touching me?”

“I think about a lot of things.”

The air is static. Her skin practically buzzing with the electricity between them. But then Violet steps back. Just enough to breathe again. To think.

“This isn’t why I came,” she says.

“No,” Xaden agrees. “You came to argue your grade.”

“Which I’m still doing.”

“I’ll tell you what,” he says, folding his arms. “Rewrite the ending. No intellectual flourish. Just honesty. Resubmit by Friday. If it’s better, I’ll change the grade.”

She narrows her eyes. “So I have to make you feel something?”

“Yes.”

She smirks. “Sounds like a challenge.”

“It is.”

She walks to the door, pausing with her hand on the knob. “And if I win?”

“Then you get your A.”

“And if I really win?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder.

Xaden meets her gaze. “Then we have another conversation. About boundaries. And consequences.”

Violet’s smile is dangerous. “Looking forward to it.”

The door closes behind her.

Xaden sits down slowly, runs a hand over his face. He is, against his better judgment, very much looking forward to it too.

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THIS.

Xaden didn’t marry Violet just so she could protect Tyrrendor. He did it because Tyrrendor can now protect her.

She is now under the protection of the Riorson house name and all the power it holds, and the Providence itself… no longer near-royalty, she is royalty (on top of being a Sorrengail of Basgiath).

At a time when she will be most wanted not only by her enemies but by every enemy he just made… including making himself the number one enemy everywhere they used to be safe… and he just made assassinating her equivalent to a declaration of war.

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soo, if you're still doing the WIP ask game, anything slainic related would heal my soul🤭

OHHHH I totally missed this, I'm soooo sorry! <3

I posted the Slainic I had in the works with @violencelittlething but I mean... I have some Slainic smut in my DDD TED talk doc? Because all other Slainic drafts atm are not the kind to heal your soul.

"Certainly, Sir," Aaric answers respectfully. "How would you like me to take her?"

The question is bordering on eager, and Aaric's eyes meet hers, predatory as they've now been given permission to scan over what he can see of her form, still partially hidden behind Dain. His gaze lingers on her face and the curve of her shoulders like a caress.

"Put her on her hands and knees on the bed, will you?" Dain commands idly, like he's giving any daily order. "Facing the desk, so she can see me."

Sloane whimpers at the thought, and Aaric nods deferentially, but there's a sparkle of mischief in his eyes that shows exactly how much he's enjoying this game.

"Of course, Sir," he answers easily, and Dain's grip in Sloane's hair tightens until her face is tilted up so she has to meet his eyes. 

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Fandom: The Empyrean (Fourth Wing) Rating: E Pairing: Xaden/Violet Chapters: 3/? Warnings and tags on Ao3. Beware of Rape/Non-con, dark!Xaden.

Continuation of birthday fic for @shipmistress9 <3 My fabulous beta is @ellebellewritesfic!

Read on Ao3 here.

Chapter 3

Violet screams.

She can’t help it. It’s desperation and pain and shame and protest and a plea for help all woven into one.

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Okay you guys are too kind and now I'm crying, I'm so touched 😭Literally sitting on my sofa, sobbing. Like, I'm gonna screenshot it and look at it every time I feel bad. I don't even have words. I write for myself and I'm fine with zero feedback, but when someone is as excited about my fics as I am I melt. I'm gonna go wake my hubby and shove this in his face so he can squeal with me.

Just so you know, you do these kinds of things and I'd do just about anything for you 💜

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