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a heads up for anyone reading or planning on reading fourth wing/iron flame, the author Rebecca Yarros is a zionist and has openly expressed support for the israeli occupation of palestine and the horrors brought by the israeli government upon innocent palestinian civilians and children. i have no intentions of supporting an author who refuses to side with the right side of history and you should too. thanks.
so you mean to tell me that one of my favorite fucking character in the book died and dain aetos is still alive and breathing?????
#rebecca yarros#fourth wing#iron flame#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#save palestine#free palestine
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Xaden: I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Xaden: *Looks at Violet peacefully napping on his lap* Xaden: But I know that I’m doing it really, really well.
#fourth wing#iron flame#rebecca yarros#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#the empyrean#fourth wing incorrect quotes#incorrect fourth wing#incorrect fourth wing quotes#riorgail
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"You're not going to argue? Or tell me there's another way?"
"Me? Argue with you about books? I only pick fights I can win."
This is such a cute moment between them we need to appreciate it more. Xaden just being in love with his scribe minded wifey 🥰
#my wifey but i guess we can share mr communication issues#iron flame#fourth wing#the empyrean#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#violet x xaden#riorgail
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Black Dahlia - 24. Would It Matter?
Summary: Dahlia is letting off the last of her pent up anger over Dain, when an unexpected person and interaction occurs. A/N: I know this is only like a day late, but I got caught up in the fun of last week of work for the year, and Christmas parties. But here is the next part of Dahlia. And now I'm on some time off I will try and get through some of the requests that have been coming in (I've been so bad with those, I'm so sorry!).
Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)
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The rhythmic thud of my punches hitting the bag echo around the room as I unleash the last of anger on the punching bag. A bag that I hate to admit has nearly whacked me in the face one too many times due to how hard I’ve been hitting it. My challenge with Dain had done little to simmer my anger despite how good it had felt to win. To show they no longer held power over me. So here I was, back to a habit I hadn’t partaken in since being here.
”Stupid…. Dain,” I mutter between punches. “Stupid.. family name… Stupid… Expectations!” The right hook I lands causes the bag to swing violently, whipping back towards me.
I raise my hands, bracing for the impact that never comes. I pause, my chest heaving as I open my eyes, a large hand reaching over me, stopping the bag millimetres from my face.
”That poor bag must have really pissed you off,” a voice whispers behind me, causing me to shiver as their breath caresses my neck in an oddly intimate way. Their voice smooth with a hint of humour.
Why did my body react like this to him. I hated it.
”Do you really hate it?” Proth teases in my head.
”You keep those thoughts to yourself.” I grumble back.
”Then keep the ones about him to yourself.”
Damn, meddling dragon.
I turn around, my back resting against the punching bag as I look up at his hazel eyes, dark curls falling in front of them as he smirks down at me.
”It does when I picture certain peoples faces on it. Might imagine yours next.” I remark before ducking under his arm and heading for the bottle of water I’d placed nearby. “Do you always sneak up on people like that?”
”I wouldn’t call it sneaking,” he says with a shrug as he shoves his hands in his pockets. “You’re just intense. I could hear you pummelling that bag from outside. Not my fault you didn’t hear me.”
I roll my eyes at him before raising the bottle to my lips, the cool liquid helping to simmer my fiery temper before dropping it back to the ground. I push past Garrick and settle back into a fighting stance as I unleash a flurry of quick jabs. I feel his eyes watching me, and I hate how I falter under his gaze.
”I take it your challenge against Dain did nothing to help your mood?” He muses as he leans up against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
I stop mid swing, turning to glare at him. “Trust me, if you knew even half the history between him and I, you’d understand.”
”Then make me understand.” He says casually, as if it was so easy to let him in.
I shake my head, before turning back to the punching bag. “Even if you were the last person alive, I wouldn’t let you in on my deepest darkest secrets Tavis.”
”Is it to do with what Dain hinted about the other day?”
Anger flairs within me at his words, putting more force behind my punch than I intend as a loud thud that almost sounds like a crack echoes in the room. I knew he had heard, but part of my deep down had hoped he didn’t. Had hoped him and Bodhi had walked in that little bit too late to hear that part of the conversation.
”It’s nothing. He’s just trying to get in your head. Place doubt. They’re good at that.” I snarl out, Garrick furrowing his brow at my words.
”I hate to say this, but I call bullshit. What I saw on the mat today, and the way you’re beating up the poor punching bag… That was all fuelled by anger and pent up emotions. It’s personal.”
Why was he so god damn observant when it came to me all of a sudden? Clearly I wasn’t as subtle as I thought. Or maybe Garrick was more focused on me than I thought.
”I didn’t come here for a therapy session Tavis. So you either stand there, be quiet and let me train. Or you leave.” I warn as I fiddle with the wraps on my hands.
I look up as Garrick slowly steps towards me. “How about another option? One that might stop you from injuring yourself? Your form is all over the place.”
I roll my eyes. “Fully aware of that one.” I tell him as I secure my wraps in place and turn to start up again.
I rock back on my heel to settle into a fighting stance, but large hands lightly grasp my hips and shift my weight. I go to recoil and step away, but his hands grip my hips firmly, keeping me in place.
”You keep that stance up you’re going to be limping around the Quadrant tomorrow.” He states firmly from behind me as he loosens his grip on me. “And relax your shoulders, you’re tense all up here.”
I turn my head to see him gesture to my shoulders, just enough distance between us so his fingers don’t skim the exposed skin. Happy I’ve taken note of his advice, he takes a step back as he crosses his arms over his chest and waits for me to resume.
I hated to admit it, but he was right. I was tense, my stance was completely off and I was already starting to feel it. But was I going to tell him that? Gods no. Though knocking the smug look off his face with a well placed hit was tempting.
”Anything else?” I ask as I drop my shoulders and settle into the stance he’d corrected me on.
”Stop fighting the bag, flow with it instead and maybe it won’t hit you in the face.” He says smugly, knowing that if I turned to look at him he’d be smirking at me.
”Flow? Look at you sounding like an expert.” I mock.
Garrick chuckles from behind me. “Maybe, but it works. Trust me.”
I turn my head, just enough to catch his gaze. His hazel eyes steady, but something else was there. As if he was meaning something else by his words. Not wanting to delve to deep into it, I turn my attention back to the punching bag, doing my best to ignore the feeling of his eyes on my back.
Taking a deep breath, I unleash a sequence of light jabs on the punching bag. And as Garrick put it, going with the flow of the bag. Which I knew would work. Working with the motion of the bag was better than fighting against it and trying to make the bag work for you instead.
”Better?” Garrick questions, his voice low and approving as moves to stand just off to the side of me as I step back from the bag.
”You might have been right.” I admit reluctantly as I start to undo my hand wraps. “But don’t let it go to your head.” I add as I point a finger at him.
Garrick grins, hands dropping to his side as he uncrosses his arms. “Too late.”
I roll my eyes, trying to hide the smile that wants to break free. “You’re impossible.”
”And you’re relentless.” He shoots back at me as his eyes linger on me. “You feel better now?”
I shrug as I undo the last of my hands wraps, scrunching them up in my hands. “As best as I can all things considered. But I no longer feel like I want to murder someone, so we’ll go with I feel better.”
He chuckles and shakes his head at me as I push past him, shoving my hand wraps and water bottle into my pack.
”I might have a way for you to get rid of the last of that pent up anger?” He jokes from behind me.
I roll my eyes as I shoulder my pack and turn to face him, Garrick far closer than he was before as I look up at him, that damn half smile on his face. I hated how my breath catches in my throat at the way he’s looking at me.
”I might have made myself a far bigger disappointment to my family today, but I still have some standards I want to uphold. Don’t want to end up at the healers because I’ve caught something that's gone around your stable.” I say smugly, smiling up at him before patting him on the chest and walking past him.
”What if I had no one else in my stable?” He calls out to me as I start to push the door open, the joking tone to his voice no longer there.
I turn to see him looking at me, but I’m too far away to see the way he’s looking at me properly. And I’m glad he’s too far away to see me freeze momentarily. I couldn’t deny I found Garrick attractive, just like every other girl in the Quadrant. And there was a part of me that was tempted to go there. But there was no way he would change his ways just for me. And there was another part of me that wasn’t sure if he was just using me or wanting it just to throw it in my face.
”And what if you didn’t?” I call out, tilting my head slightly as I look at him. “Would it even matter?
A few moments pass, Garrick now answering straight away. But from here I can just make out his trademark smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
”It might,” he calls out finally, his tone unreadable, his question now hangs heavier than it did before.
I feel the prickle of heat crawling up the back of my neck. Why were his words affecting me so much? Yes we’d agreed to try be friends after he’d found me after challenges. But I barely knew him. I didn’t trust him. I shouldn’t be having these feelings of wanting to see how far he would go for me. Because I knew it wouldn’t be very far. I was probably one of the few girls here who said no to him. I was just a fleeting fancy for him. Right?
I grip the door handle tightly as I turn away from him. “Whatever game you’re playing Garrick, I’m not your pawn.” I call out, my voice firm and stern. But I have no idea if he find’s it convincing, and I was not turning around to find out. “Once you figure out if it would matter, then maybe we’ll talk.”
I don’t wait for his reply. Pushing the door open more aggressively than I planned, the door slamming closed behind me, cutting off any reply Garrick was about to give me. As I walk away, I try to ignore the small part of me that wishes I’d stayed to hear his answer.
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#fourth wing#garrick tavis#fourth wing fanfic#the fourth wing#the empyrean#garrick tavis imagine#garrick tavis x reader#fourth wing x reader#fourth wing imagine#garrick tavis x oc#fourth wing x oc#dain aetos#garrick tavis x dahlia aetos
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... now in its finished, official form in today's update.
You know how I was talking about various WIPs? Well ...
"It's Violet. Her scars ..." he trails off. I swallow hard. If the fever I got after being stabbed with that godsforsaken dagger while pregnant wasn't enough to damn her, with her two-toned hair and fragile body, the gods chose her to be a part of a fated soul-scar pair. My tiny, delicate daughter has been chosen to be a part of history, and I am terrified to know what that means for her future. Scars as soulmarks are rare enough, but scars showing up before she comes of age? The rarest of all. "Show me," I demand, my fear coming out as brusqueness. He walks close to me, brushing our hands together, taking my hand the second we enter our quarters, squeezing hard. He opens the door to her bedroom and I raise my hand up to my mouth to stifle the horrified gasp that is desperate to escape. My daughter's back is covered with angry red lines, fresher scar marks than I've ever seen on a member of a soul-scarred pair. "I don't understand it," my husband whispers. I can't say a word. I don't know how to tell him that I'm the reason our daughter has 107 fresh scars on her back. And that her fucking soulmate is the son of the disgraced Fen Riorson.
(obviously a first draft and I already know how some of this is going to be edited ... but yeah. also ... why am i considering working in the canon universe when the series isn't done yet? whyyyyyyyyy ...)
#ttios#the truth in our scars#soul-scarred#soulmates au#soulmarks for the empyrean#fourth wing#fourth wing au#fourth wing fanfic#empyrean au#ao3
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It’s always “I love you.” But it’s never: “I love you. I am in love with you. I have been since the night the snow fell in your hair and you kissed me for the first time. I am grateful my life is tied to yours because it means I won’t have to face a day without you in it. My heart only beats as long as yours does, and when you die, I’ll meet Malek at your side. It’s a damn good thing you love me too, because you are stuck with me in this life and every other that could possibly follow.”
#quotes#love quotes#rebecca yarros#the empyrean#fourth wing#iron flame#xaden riorson#xaden x violet#xadenviolet
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NEW LINE FROM ONYX STORM HAS BEEN RELEASED
IM SO SO EXCITED OH MY GOD
#I need to know who said that#please let it be bodhi#or ridoc#it’s most likely Xaden or Violet#fourth wing#iron flame#onyx storm#rebecca yarros#xaden riorson#violet sorrengail
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An idea that won't leave me alone is to write an intentional fourth wing regency AU. Because Vi and Xaden undeniably have Lizzy/Darcy energy a P&P mash up makes the most sense.
However, that would mean turning Liam, our perfect golden boy, into Wickham.
#fourth wing#iron flame#violet sorrengail#the empyrean#xaden riorson#fourth wing fanfic#onyx storm#fan fic ideas#pride and prejudice#liam mairi
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As a countdown to Onyx Storm’s release date, I’ve decided to post my favorite quotes, one per day, in no particular order.
30 days down! I’m honestly so proud of myself for making it this far. Thank you all for joining me every day and making it so fun!
30 more days - the finish like is in sight!
“Pretty sure they issue you an ego with your flight leathers.”
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“Liam will be here next year to make sure you’re not doing asinine things,” he mutters
Except he won’t.
He won’t be there next year to make sure Violet won’t do asinine things and my heart is breaking all over again.
Damn you Rebecca Yarros. Taking away my baby boy like that. How could you?
#liam mairi#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#violet x xaden#fourth wing#the empyrean#books#id add more character tags but im emotional and have to push through this reread
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I think we all forget that Violet has a lot of trauma.
I feel like because Xaden's trauma gets talked about so often we forget about Violet and all that she has been through. We all forget about Violets mental health. Xaden may be visibly sad and broken but Violet really hides all of her mental health issues. She has all these insecurities and anxieties and she has no idea who to talk about them with. She tried talking to Xaden but he just told her that "he thinks she's perfect so Violet should too" but that's not how it works. And obviously this is because Xaden also doesn't know how to process his emotions but the problem is that when he opens up Violet is always ready to listen and help. Xaden as much as he tries doesn't know how to help Violet so she is forced to carry everything alone. By saying this I am not in anyway trying to belittle Xaden's trauma I just think that Violet deserves a little more grace from the fandom and a little more support from Xaden.
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my super secret solstice gift fic, in the eye of the beholder, is now up on AO3!
in the eye of the beholder can be read HERE.
WHEW. I've been writing this one for like, a month and a half now for the RQ discord's secret solstice gift exchange, but I couldn't share any of it on here because I didn't want to give it away to my giftee! I'm so excited to share it with the world. @overjoyedisland, I hope you enjoy your secret solstice fic! @rq-gift-exchange
Summary:
Mira really doesn't like Xaden Riorson. Especially when he's looking at her baby sister like she's the beginning and end of his world. And that's even more true when her baby sister is looking at him the exact same way.
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Mira watches Violet fall in love, punches her brother in the face, and faces some uncomfortable truths
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"Hello, Violence," the traitor's son says, his attention still fully on Violet. Mira isn't even sure if he's noticed her.
All the better, she thinks darkly for only herself to hear. One wrong move, and she'll send him to meet Malek herself.
"You're here," her sister replies a moment later, voice sounding almost... awestruck? That couldn't be right.
And yet, when Mira shifts her stance just enough to get a look at Violet's face, that's exactly how her sister looks. Awestruck.
"Sgaeyl insisted," the wingleader replies. With his tan skin, dark hair, and rider black flight leathers, he almost blends perfectly into the darkness of the woods at his back.
A living shadow. A devourer of light.
And hell if Mira would let him devour Violet, a veritable source of light itself.
#caeli's fics#fourth wing#rq secret solstice gift exchange#in the eye of the beholder#mira sorrengail#brennan sorrengail#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson
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Xaden: Who hurt you? Violet: What, do you want a list? Xaden: ...*sharpening his daggers* Yes, actually.
#fourth wing#iron flame#rebecca yarros#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#the empyrean#fourth wing incorrect quotes#incorrect fourth wing#incorrect fourth wing quotes#riorgail
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I have no business writing this but I imagining the Marked Ones getting a much needed break during the Aretia days to celebrate the holidays which I imagine is like a Tyrrish equivalent to Yule
You’re in charge of the simmer pot so you and Bodhi go out foraging in the early morning and cut up oranges, berries, and evergreen and steep it all day and waft it around all of Riorson house
You’re cutting up root vegetables to bake
You’re chasing Garrick out of the kitchen when the sweets go in the oven
At one point you almost scream when a shadow creeps on the counter and snatches away a dessert
Everyone gathers around a fire for the longest night to carve runes and drink
A moment of quiet passes over you all as you remember your parents, friends, your sweet Liam as you stare into the flames
Garrick gets a little too drunk and starts to sing
Imogen whose also a little too drunk actually joins in for one whole verse until she gets in an argument with Garrick over the lyrics
You all fall asleep by the fire
The day is joyous, somber, beautiful, sacred and peaceful all at the same time
And even in the darkest night of the year, you are all loved, even by the sun that greets you though through window, giving you hope for a new day and a brighter future worth fighting for
Happy Solstice and Yule to all who celebrate
#the empyrean#fourth wing#bodhi durran#garrick tavis#xaden riorson#imogen cardulo#liam mairi#tyrrish men headcanons you didn't ask for
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Secret project no.1 - my solstice fic for the lovely @yanny-77
bodhi and ridoc meet cookies and icing and it gets steamy - introducing...
#fourth wing#the empyrean#iron flame#bodhi durran#xaden riorson#garrick tavis#imogen cardulo#queer bodhi durran#ridoc gamlyn#bodoc#bodhi x ridoc
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PSA to The Empyrean fandom: as the Onyx Storm publication date draws nearer, make sure to tag your posts correctly (!!!) [For those who don't know, make sure to use the Onyx Storm tag and Spoiler tag] And make sure to add Onyx Storm and/or Spoilers to the block filtered content/ tags functions on tumblr <3
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