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Let's Play Pretend: Chapter 18

Time to go back to NYC. Read HERE

thank you @lovemedarkly29 for your beta read

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Let’s Play Pretend Chapter 18 coming around noon!!

I missed them and am happy they’re back 🥹🥹🥹

Aesthetic for the chapter:

These two are always hugging lol

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CRYING

Internal Monologue

A teensy little scene for @empyreanevents' Riorgail Week. Day 6 is "domestic" and I'm a little early just to make sure I don't forget. Just a tiny cw for pregnancy mention.

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Violet was asleep on their couch and Xaden couldn't help letting his eyes rake over her, cataloguing some of his favorite things about her. There was her hair, in only a loose braid with escaped strands framing her face in brown and silver. There were her lips, slightly open in sleep but incredibly distracting all the time, whether she was speaking to him or pouting or kissing him. Her hands, small and fine, equally at home throwing knives or speaking in sign language. Her thighs, her hips, all of the curves that seemed to sit so perfectly in his hands as he held her.

She was wearing a leggings and a long, cozy sweater. The neck was loose, showing off the bright red marks he'd left on her pale skin the night before. He loved to see all of the ways her body could proclaim that she was his and he was hers- those bite marks on her neck, the ring on her finger, and, most recently, the new curve that had begun to show under her sweater.

Because Xaden couldn't help but study the way she lay there in her sleep, one arm under her head and the other resting against her belly, pulling the sweater just so to make the bump there undeniable. It was still only really noticeable when she teased him with it, but soon enough it would be impossible to hide.

Not that either of them wanted to hide it. There was nothing about their relationship Xaden wanted to hide, up to and including skirting the edges of public indecency. Of course, Violet never seemed to mind that either.

Smirking, Xaden left her to nap and stepped into the kitchen. She'd probably be awake soon, and he wanted to have her favorite tea ready for her when she did.

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Out of context LPP 18 Quote:

“Pretty sure arguing is their foreplay, Bren.”

😆😆😆

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Future Oneshot...

My brain doesn't stop thinking of fics and then when it does I have to make a moodboard.

Introducing: Fire and Ice

a firefighter au fic inspired by a video i saw on the internet

thank you to @ellebellewritesfic for listening to my rantings about this fic and encouraging me to write it.

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Goodness one of my favorite things in riorgail fourth wing fanfic is when Xaden Fucking Riorson is so clearly in love with Violet Sorrengail but he tries to deny it but denying it ends up looking like doing the cutest fucking things for her ever.

I eat that shit right up.

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CAPTIVES CALL UPDATE

More info from @saranova and I below the graphic!

Hello fellow swashbucklers. Following tomorrow’s update, we’ll be taking brief, no we promise not forever, pause on posting weekly updates for Captive’s Call. We love this story and it is is so incredibly important to us. Everything from the lore to the world building to the characters is very intricate and we want to get it right. So between that and busy offline lives we are choosing to take some time to do some in depth outlining and finish up other projects. We hope to be back sharing the tales of the Emerald Seas with you soon!!

And perhaps post a snippet along the way…👀

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hey there! Fell in loveee with Let’s Play Pretend! I was wondering when you were going to release another chapter! Pretty sure Ive become an addict

Hi hi!! I am so happy you love this fic. I still so unbelievably humbled by the love for it!! I am hoping to release the next chapter sometime next week. Life’s been crazy and I’m actually going to be moving soon so that’ll suck up some of my time, but I’m planning on dedicating some time to LPP over the next few days.

How about one final snippet to tide you over?

“Oh my gods!” I run towards the bike, running my hand over the soft seat and reacquainting myself with it. It’s been years, but she’s still just as comfortable as I remember. I spin my gaze towards Xaden and find him looking at me with an adoring expression that nearly knocks me off my feet, but I somehow stay steady. “Your crotch rocket!”

“Yes, love.” He snorts as he shakes his head, taking his spot next to me by the bike and brushing hair out of my face. “Wanna ride it home?”

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What could have been...

In doing this WIP ask list thing, I'm reading through some old dialogue/scenes for Let's Play Pretend that never made it in because the story and characterization changed and OMG wow things changed so much from what I originally thought would happen.

Like Xaden was a lot more of a dick and teased her about the past, partially because it helped him distance himself from it and partially because he didn't know how truly hurt she was. But it didn't fit with the narrative I was creating.

Here's a piece of dialogue from their first morning that ended up changing completely:

“Stop!”  I yell at him, finally having had enough.  We’ve been doing this fake dating thing for less than twenty-four hours and I’m already ready to rip his head off.  There are moments where it’s been fine, easy…fun even.  But moments like these where he teases me and looks at me with a biting lip and drags up ghosts of hookups past that I just want to rip his perfectly soft hair out.  

He shuts his mouth at my outburst.  I think he caught the slight crack in my voice and the watering of my eyes before I force it down, because he presses his lips together and almost looks…apologetic. 

“You have to stop that, Xaden.”   His eyes flicker at me using his name, proving that I mean what I’m saying.  I keep my voice as steady as I can and he’s hanging on my every word, every ounce of teasing gone from his gaze.  “Stop talking about back then or I can’t-”   I pause, running a hand through my hair.  He catches the movement, eyes softening for a moment before he hardens them again into indifference.  With a breath I steady my voice again.  “If we’re going to get through this week then the side comments about us from before need to stop.  In fact, maybe you don’t need to talk to me at all.”  

He stares me down for a few seconds before nodding twice, face still cool and calm.  Without another word I grab some clothes from where I unpacked them into an armoire and slip into the tiny water closet again.  As I dress I try not to think about the fact that Xaden, with all of his carefully crafted guards down, was drawn to me.  That in his sleep-addled state it was me he sought warmth in.  I shake away the thought before I do something dumb like crawl back into bed with him and stick my face in his chest.  I know from experience how comfortable it can be.  

Get yourself together, Violet.  

If I’m demanding that he stop joking about our time together, then I should probably take my own advice and stop thinking about it.  Hopefully breakfast with my friends will help clear my head, and getting far away from Xaden will be good for my heart rate. 

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WIP Ask game

@lovemedarkly29 asked about Before We Play Pretend!

It'll be a prequel of sorts for Let's Play Pretend with various scenes that occur before the events of the original fic. Some ideas I have so far are:

Xaden and Vi's first meeting in class

The infamous football game where he gave her her nickname

Spring Break

Fourth of July where he threw her in the water

I'm open to other suggestions and requests!!

Here's a peek of Spring Break... (sort of NSFW)

He’s caging me in, my back pressed against his wardrobe and not a single inch between us where we met chest to chest.  My breath catches in my throat, sounding more like a moan than his name when his teeth graze the spot at my neck he somehow instinctively knew would make me shiver.  And the noise earns me a bruising grip on my waist as he pushes himself into me impossibly closer.  The disappearing space leaves little to the imagination as his hard cock presses into my stomach. 

Fuck.

Kissing Xaden Riorson was one thing.  Sleeping in his bed, another…

But this?  Letting him want me?  Wanting him? I couldn’t actually let him fuck me could I…

“Gods, Violence.”  He groans against my collarbone as his lips make their way up my neck and jaw, kissing each sliver of skin he comes into contact with.  “What do you want me to do to you?” 

Everything.  

I don’t say the words out loud so he pulls away just slightly, his dark eyes boring into mine, begging me to answer his question.

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Riorgail spy AU?! Tell me more!

Hi!! This is a fic I originally planned on writing this for another fandom but I may rework for Xaden/Violet some day. It's a 3 parter, and essentially everyone is a part of this international spy network. Xaden and Vi would meet and fall in love, but then Xaden is MIA for like 3 years and presumed dead. Eventually he comes back and was found to have been a prisoner for all of that time. The idea is that it's a story of falling in love, grief, and then being reunited.

Here's a little peek of what it could be if I ever write it. But its sort of at the bottom of my list right now lol.

Violet grasped the collar of his black shirt, holding onto it like it was her lifeline.  She was certain her knuckles were turning red and there were indentations in her palm from her nails, all physical signs of just how badly she didn’t want him to go.  Being separated from him always terrified her, but this mission was different.  He was going without her. And the way he breathed her name, slightly rattled, proved he felt the same. If he were to lift her shirt he’d find marks from how tightly he was gripping her waist, like if he didn’t let go, he wouldn’t have to leave.  

He pressed his lips to hers one last time, wanting to memorize every part of her, encoding the taste of her in his mind and savoring the soft sigh that fell from her mouth.  Every time he smelled vanilla he’d think of her and the way she meticulously applied her lotion after every bath to ensure her porcelain skin stayed soft.  When he pulled away he didn’t see tears in her eyes that she held in, she was always so strong, always trying to hold it together for everyone around her.  But he knew they’d fall the second he turned away from her, just like his would.  Saying goodbye to her was harder than any other goodbye he’s ever said, and the way her hazel eyes were filling with unshed tears, the way he wouldn’t be able to start his mornings with a Violet Sorrengail kiss, it was making him wish he had a boring nine to five job.  And that thought had never crossed his mind.  Ever. 

“I’m not saying goodbye, Vi.”  Xaden said to her.  It was a rule they had before going away for a mission.  Never say goodbye.  Because it wouldn’t be goodbye, they wouldn’t let it.  

“Don’t die, Xaden.”  She told him, biting her lip while her big, hazel eyes begged him to promise her.  But spoken promises were another bad bad omen in their business, so he wouldn’t promise.  

“And leave you?”  His lopsided smile made her heart stop.  She didn’t know what she was going to do without seeing it every day.  It was usually what she woke up to, and what usually got her to kiss him each morning.  But this was the job, they knew that.  Yet that didn’t make it any easier.  “Never, Violence.”

He kissed her forehead one more time, whispering I love you before walking away.  

She asked him to be safe.  Begged him to come home like he always did after a mission.

But like the silver-tipped haired girl he loved and just said goodbye to, Xaden Riorson was never good at doing what he was told.

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WIP Ask Game!!

I was tagged by the ever lovely @ellebellewritesfic

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I have a TON, but here's the ones that are in the Empyrean Series.

PIRATES New Version

Bartender

LPP 18

Before We Play Pretend

Life as We Know It fic

The Research Project

Uncompleted Prompts

Not a Victory March part 2

Xaden/Violet/Ridoc

Riorgail Spy AU

Malek's Kindness

I'm not tagging 11 people. LOL sorry not sorry

but i am tagging: @overjoyedisland @lovemedarkly29 @saranova @serahadmoni and @hockeyspiral23

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Happy Friday!!

How about an LPP Sneak Peek to celebrate the weekend!

“I’m sorry, you’re warning him about me?” I point to myself as I look at my brother incredulously, while Xaden is smirking like the gods damned asshole he is. “Do you even know what he did to me years ago?”

My jaw hangs open in shock as I casually mention it, but I’m not actually serious. In between our Sjarp tongues there’s laughter in the air among us, thrown up and dancing like confetti.

“What I know is that this fucker has been in love with you as long as I’ve known him.” Brennan juts his thumb towards Xaden as he narrows his eyes at me. He may have our father’s nose but he has our mother’s audacity.

“Longer actually.” Xaden cuts in as he slips his arm around my waist, fingertips moving to brush underneath my shirt. Brennan rolls his eyes at how my face lights up, all my teeth showing as I smile. But his lips twitch up at the corners. And even if he won’t admit it outright, I know he’s happy for us.

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Get to know your moots!

Get to know your moots tag game<3

*answer the questions, then tag your moots

Thank you so much to @erose806 for the tag!!

Favorite color: blue, specifically cerulean

Last song: Little Lion Man, Mumford and Sons

Currently reading: ahhhh i just finished a book and did a poll yesterday and When the Moon Hatched won! But I think I'm gonna start Spark of the Everflame.

Currently watching: rewatching gossip girl for like the millionth time.

Currently craving: Rita's Italian ice

Tea or coffee: coffee. ALWAYS.

Tagging @ellebellewritesfic, @lovemedarkly29 and @hockeyspiral23

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just found let’s play pretend and I’m IN LOVE

Omg HI!!!! I’m a happy you found my little story and love it!!!

It’s been a labor of love and it’s almost done!!

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I’m incredibly indecisive and need help!!

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Happy Friday!

it’s a holiday weekend, so here’s another snippet from my upcoming bartender AU, below the mood board. I’m in love with these two already…

“If you want to get to know me, you’re gonna have to let me get to know you.” I tell him, leaning over the bar and poking him in the chest. “I’m not gonna be an open book if you’re a locked diary.”

“Is that so?” His voice was teasing, gliding off his lips like condensation on a glass.

“Yes.” I nod firmly, gesturing to him with my hand, deepening my voice for dramatic effect. “This whole broody, mysterious, sexy bartender thing isn’t going to cut it forever.”

“You think I’m sexy?” His scarred brow raises, lips curled up in a saccharine smile. I can smell the mint I’ve come to associate with the him as he leans even closer over the bar.

Ugh, fuck him and his answering my statemets with a question. That will get us nowhere other than my heart rate being raised, and not in a fun way.

“I think you’re about to be covered in this gimlet if you don’t stop being so puckish.”

“You love it.” He tilts his head just a fraction, eyes narrowing on where my fingers play with my necklace absentmindedly. I pause, suddenly feeling that the heat of his eyes on my chest is making me too warm.

“I hate you.” I retort because there's something about this man that makes me lose all sense of propriety.

“No, Violence.” His smirk slowly melts into a soft smile, like mist as it lazily blankets a mountain range in the morning. “You don’t.”

He tears himself away when another customer slips into a stool down the bar. And thank heavens for the interruption, because I’m unsure what I’d do with those eyes on me for a moment longer.