#Slain

[intairnwetrust]

It's probably just a coincidence, but I love these little Dain x Aaric moment in the Sloane and Dain fics I read. It's happened three times now.

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

The balance goes like this:

A father responsible for her brother’s death. A rule-following general’s child. A marked one who’s the embodiment of a living-breathing rebellion. A first-year and their third-year wing-leader. Should-be enemies, turned into something more… Xaden & Violet or Sloane & Dain

A dragon-rider and a scribe… Lilith & Asher or Sawyer & Jesinia

The best of friends from day one, a literal ride or die in the Fourth Wing quadrant, just trying to make it… or at least make it a good one… Imogen & Quinn or Violet and Rhiannon

The Shadow Wielders… Xaden or Lynx

[court-of-secrets]

“can we stop shipping things that aren’t canon”

you mean my whimsy and joy??? you want to take away my whimsy and joy??????

[slytherin-pen]

Wingleader’s Orders

pairing: Sloane x Dain

word count: 1.6k

warnings: SMUT! 18+! dom/sub, praise kink, orgasm denial, blindfold, hair pulling, and ofc aftercare.

a/n: written for day 7 of Sloane Week @empyreanevents

Slain Masterlist

Sloane knew she was in trouble the second Dain shut the door behind her.

The lock clicked softly into place, but it might as well have been the crack of thunder. Her throat tightened, heart already thrumming in her chest as she stood in the center of his room, heat blooming under her skin.

He didn’t speak right away.

Just turned, slow and deliberate, his Wingleader jacket already discarded and sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His eyes raked over her in a way that made her squirm in place.

He was calm. Dangerous, in that quiet way of his when he was deciding exactly what to do with her.

“You disobeyed me today,” he said, voice low and even.

Sloane’s hands clenched at her sides. “I—”

“You didn’t follow orders,” he cut in. “You were told to stay behind. Instead, you snuck out and nearly got yourself killed.”

Her jaw twitched. “I thought—”

“That you knew better than your Wingleader?”

His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t have to. The sharp edge in it sliced straight through her defenses.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she murmured, lowering her gaze.

Dain stepped closer, his boots silent against the floor. “You don’t get to decide what orders you follow, Sloane. That’s not how this works.” His fingers brushed her jaw, tilting her chin until her eyes met his. “You follow my lead. In the chain of command… and in this room.”

Her breath hitched. The weight of his gaze always did something to her. Turned her defiant nature into obedience. Melted her down to putty in the palm of his hand.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He studied her, his thumb stroking over her lower lip. “Strip.”

Her fingers moved without hesitation. Jacket, undershirt, boots—each layer discarded in silence, until she stood naked in front of him, her pulse pounding loud enough she swore he could hear it.

“Kneel.”

She sank to her knees, spine straight, hands behind her back like he’d taught her. Submission came easily with Dain. Not because he demanded it, but because he earned it. His approval meant everything.

Dain circled her slowly, and even without looking she could feel the heat of his stare on her bare skin. “You look beautiful like this,” he said softly. “Disciplined.”

She swallowed.

“But earlier,” he murmured, stopping behind her, “you were reckless. Thoughtless. And now you think you deserve to come tonight?”

“No, Sir.”

He leaned down, breath hot against her ear. “But you still want to, don’t you?”

Sloane’s thighs pressed together instinctively. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hmm.” He walked away, the sound of a drawer opening making her tremble. When he returned, a length of silk brushed against her shoulder.

“Eyes,” he said, and she lifted her chin so he could blindfold her.

Darkness descended, sharpening every sound, every sensation. The cool silk tightened behind her head, and then his hands were back. Palming her breasts, sliding down her ribs, pushing her legs apart, and gripping her thighs.

“Let’s see how long my girl can behave.”

She whimpered as his fingers slid between her legs, parting her folds with maddening slowness. He didn’t enter her—just toyed with her, circling her clit with the kind of focus that made her dizzy.

“You’re soaked,” he muttered. “Such a good girl for me now, aren’t you?”

She gasped as two fingers pressed in, stretching her. Her knees trembled, her head falling forward.

“That’s it,” he praised. “Take it for me. You’re doing so well.”

She moaned, back arching. “Please…”

He pulled his fingers free. “Not yet.”

A whine escaped her lips.

He chuckled darkly. “Already so desperate? We’ve only just started.”

She was panting by the time he’d edged her for the second time.

Every nerve in Sloane’s body burned, taut and straining, thighs trembling from the effort of holding still. The blindfold made everything worse—every whisper of air, every drag of Dain’s fingers, every unfulfilled pulse of need.

“Please, Sir,” she breathed. “I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” Dain said, lips brushing her ear. “You will.”

His hand gripped her jaw gently but firmly, tilting her head toward his voice even as her breath shuddered. “You don’t get to fall apart until I say so. You lost that privilege the moment you ignored my command today.”

He kissed her then. Slow and claiming. She melted into it, sighing as if it could save her, even as it reminded her who she belonged to.

“I know you want to be good,” he whispered against her lips. “Show me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said shakily.

He pulled her up from the floor, strong hands guiding her toward the bed. The mattress dipped beneath her knees as he pushed her forward onto her elbows, arching her back, presenting her. Cool air hit her bare, soaked core.

Then he finally undid his belt. The sound was maddening. Her fingers clenched the sheets.

He dragged the head of his cock through her folds once, twice—just enough to make her choke with need. And then he sank into her with one agonizingly delicious thrust.

Sloane cried out, her body instantly locking around him, the stretch too much and just right all at once.

“Fuck,” Dain growled, leaning over her. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

His hand fisted in her hair, tugging her head back just enough so his mouth could brush the shell of her ear. “You like being used, don’t you? Fucked like this. Owned.”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, grinding back against him.

He grunted and started to move—measured, powerful thrusts that knocked the breath from her lungs. Each one was a reward and a punishment. Each one made her want to beg for more.

“Look at you,” he muttered. “Taking me so well. Being such a good girl now.”

The praise wrecked her more than anything else.

“I need to come—please, I—”

“No.”

She whimpered, body shuddering as he reached around to rub her clit again. Light and quick, enough to push her right to the edge. Her body seized, waiting, desperate.

But he stopped just short. Again.

“Sir—please—please—”

Dain growled low and rolled his hips harder. “One more. You’ll hold it. Then I’ll let you come all over my cock.”

She was shaking under him now, sweat dampening her skin. She couldn’t think. Could barely breathe.

When he finally gave her permission, it was a whisper against the back of her neck.

“Come for me, Sloane.”

The orgasm rippled through her, her entire body clenching, every muscle drawn taut as she screamed into the mattress, sobbing his name as wave after wave crashed over her.

He followed with a groan, burying himself deep one last time as he spilled inside her, one hand gripping her hip like an anchor.

For a moment, there was only silence. Only the sound of their breathing.

Then Dain was pulling out gently, easing her onto her side, hands already undoing the blindfold, brushing damp hair from her face.

“There she is,” he murmured, cupping her cheek.

She blinked at him, dazed, eyes glassy with tears.

“You did so well,” he said, voice softer now. “You took your punishment like a good girl.”

Sloane nodded weakly, already sinking into the comfort of his body as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled the blanket up.

“Next time,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple, “you’ll remember who you belong to.”

She smiled, eyes fluttering closed. “I already do.”

Sloane was surrounded with warmth. The heat of Dain’s body curled around hers, the weight of his arm across her waist, the steady rhythm of his breath against the back of her neck.

She lay still, muscles limp and trembling, her skin still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm and the ache of denial before it. Her throat was raw from crying out but she felt safe.

She always did when he touched her like this.

Dain’s hand was gentle as it smoothed over her hip, grounding her. His voice, even softer than usual.

“Still with me, baby?”

She nodded, though it took a second for her voice to work. “Yeah.”

He kissed her shoulder, then slid out of bed and disappeared into the small bathroom. She missed his warmth the second he left but he returned quickly, a damp cloth in hand and that quiet, focused expression on his face.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured.

She didn’t fight him. Just let her legs part as he knelt between them, wiping her down slowly, thoroughly, like she was something precious. She was sore and exhausted, but she’d never felt more cherished.

When he finished, he tossed the cloth aside and climbed back into bed, gathering her into his arms like she weighed nothing. Her head found its place on his chest, just above his heart.

“Was that too much?” he asked after a moment, fingers stroking her spine.

“No,” she whispered. “It was perfect.”

Dain exhaled, his hand pausing just long enough for her to notice. “You scared me a today. Cath relayed the message that they couldn’t find you at Basgiath and then I see Thoirt charging toward a wyvern.”

Sloane nuzzled against him. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” He kissed the top of her head. “But if something happened to you…”

She felt it then. The worry beneath the dominance, the fear that always lived behind his control.

Her fingers curled into his chest. “You’re not gonna lose me, Dain.”

He didn’t answer right away. Just held her tighter.

“I love how strong you are,” he said finally. “How brave. But when I give an order, it’s because I’m trying to keep you alive. Not because I doubt you.”

Her throat ached with the tenderness of it.

“I’ll do better,” she whispered. “I promise.”

“You still punished me, though,” she said with a sleepy smile. “Brutally.”

Dain chuckled, low and pleased. “You loved every second.”

“Maybe.”

He kissed her again. Slower this time, lingering like they had all the time in the world.

“Sleep now, Sloane. I’ve got you.”

And she did. She always did when she was with him.

[littedidyouknow]

Wip whenever

Thank you for the tags @chocogigi and @widebrimmedhatsblog 🫶 Helena gave me number 5 last week so let's go for the 5th paragraph (and then some) of There's nothing selfish about love. It's also very conveniently a snippet from the 5th chapter 🙃

She was reading books, or looking at her computer, or, as he noticed a little later, sometimes writing in a little notebook he had never seen before. So Dain didn’t speak. Not unless she spoke to him. Sometimes, they’d spend the whole meeting silently—not even a hi or a bye. Not even a How are you? or a You look good. And yet, somehow, Dain found he didn’t mind that much—even then. He didn’t mind her silence and he didn’t mind her ignorance—because he could see her and somehow, he noticed how she was relaxing a little more each day.

[court-of-secrets]

just a reminder that this is going on- and we’d love to see any works!!! (working on mine I promise college is just kicking my butt 😭)

Sloane Week: April 5th-11th

Sloane Week prompts! You may interpret them however you like. I can’t wait to see what you all come up with! Remember to tag @empyreanevents and use #sloaneweek2025 or upload to the AO3 Collection.

Day 1: Foster | We know Sloane’s foster experience was different from some of the other marked ones—she came into Basgiath without experience in combat—so what was her childhood like? What was it like for her to be torn away from her parents and Liam while she was so young?

Day 2: Grief | Sloane has experienced so much grief, especially losing Liam when she was so close to being reunited with him, and we know she deals with it through anger and lashing out, especially at Vi and Dain, but how is she processing (or lack there-of)?

Day 3: Siphon | Every experience Sloane has had with her signet seems to be a traumatic one. From thinking she had turned venin when she manifested, to siphoning the life from General Sorrengail, and eventually drawing from Dain. We see it all from Violet's perspective, but how might Sloane be coping, training, ignoring, or trying to deal with her signet?

Day 4: Letters | Violet uses Liam’s letters to force Sloane to train, and in Iron Flame they are a guide for Sloane, eventually leading to her admitting that she can’t hate Violet when Liam loved her, but what else might Liam have left written for his baby sister? We also know Sloane wrote to Imogen before she entered the quadrant, so what might those letters have held as well?

Day 5: Family | From the beginning of her introduction as a character, Sloane has been defined by her role as Liam’s sister, it shapes the protectiveness Violet and the marked ones feel towards her. Between Liam and her parents, Sloane loses all of her family, but we know she builds a new one through the close bonds she builds with her squad. So how does her squad come together to create a new family for her? And how does Sloane—with all of her fierce protectiveness of those she cares about—fit into this family?

Day 6: Defiance | Sloane Mairi is nothing if not defiant and sassy—especially to a certain Wingleader—so what kind of trouble might Sloane be getting up to off page?

Day 7: Free Day | Whether Canon or AU, the freedom is yours!

Special thanks to my collaborator @court-of-secrets for the prompts!

Art by artbyaira

[fancytheoristluminary]

I just realized that Sloane finds it attractive when Dain is doing his Wingleader duties. In Iron Flame, Chapter 43, they were climbing the Cliffs of Drailor. We all know Sloane’s personality—she was like, "What is he doing here?" But the moment she saw him commanding the others, she shut up. My girl was mesmerized.

[xadensbiceps2]

Everyone talking about “eyes here” but the actual moment when Dain became hot was definitely when he let Sloane punch him

[rabidbatboy]

SLASHERVAL: a neogender umbrella term that can be used as a gender in itself, an identity system, or in connection with other genders. it connects to classic 80s slasher movies and enjoyment of them, fake gore, knives and machetes, and horror dvds

under the cut will include common experiences and terminology

slasherval genders and individuals may or may not have/experience:

- connection and/or enjoyment of the horror genre particularly the slasher genre and slasher movies from the 70s, 80s and 90s

- connection to slasher killers themselves, particularly masked, and the concept of final girls and final boys

- may connect to gore, but mainly fake gore, blood and over the top practical effects

- connection to knives, saws and machetes

- connection to camcorders, videotapes, cameras and grainy footage in the context of horror movies

- connection to horror movie tropes and stereotypes and “bad” horror movies

- connection to phones (particularly rotary phones), people speaking on phones, and their connection to the horror genre

- connection to metalcore and possibly ice nine kills and the ‘cringer’ side of being a horror fan, collecting bad merch and horror dvds

SLASHERVAL TERMINOLOGY

SLAIN/SLAINgender - slasherval-in-nature (gender)

slasherine (shortens to slash) - masculine/feminine equivalent

slasherinity - masculinity/femininity equivalent

translasherine/translash - transitioning to a slasherval identity (as opposed/as well as a masc/fem etc one)

deadmeat - slasherval man/woman equivalent

potential suffixes/prefixes for SLAINgenders: slashic, slashvic, slash, slarval, slaval, slainic

ATTRACTION TERMS

myersic / SLS - slasherval loving slasherval

screamfest or ghostduo - slasherval/myersic relationship (to reflect stu/billy as a slasher duo in scream. screamfest is used more often as a general term/for polyam and ghostduo refers specifically to two people)

victim - slasherval/myersic crush

stabner - slasherval/myersic partner

killmate - slasherval/myersic spouse

TAGGING: @radiomogai @io-archival @horrormogai @kirugorture

🧼 ——— COINED BY ME

[theseinfernalangels]

something something sloane and dain both end up dying in the end because RY loves to emotionally torture us something something as sloane slowly bleeds out she looks up and sees liam peering down at her whispering how proud he is of her and that he won’t leave her like how he appeared to vi in Iron Flame something something

[intairnwetrust]

Their future daughter: Mom, dad over what did you bond?

"Take one step toward Violet, and I'll throw you off this fucking cliff myself," [...] "Unlike Riorson, I don't give a shit who your uncle is."

"I'll do it just for fun,"

Sloane and Dain: Well...

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

[court-of-secrets]

I have a great relationship with my father

And I would still call Dain Aetos or Xaden Riorson “daddy” with absolutely no hesitation

[likethewillowfic]

i’m also stoney bologna thinking about dain watching sloane all the time, literally unable to stop himself. something something strong thighs and toned arms on the sparring mat, sweaty blonde hair stuck to her forehead

[slainmaitos]

might sit down and write the iconic ‘train. your. signet.’ scene from sloane’s perspective tonight 👀

edit: link here

[empyreanevents]

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