Hello hello! I'm Jessie. Don't know what to say other than I've been writing a lot lately (yay!) and wanted to make a pinned post of links for my Empyrean works. I was in a reading/writing slump for sooo long (rip my English degree with a creative writing minor lol) but Fourth Wing has really pulled me out of it and I've been having a blast! My ao3 is bookscatscoffee <3
I've been a big fantasy reader forever (Julian Blackthorn from TDA is my namesake here) and I'm a big RPG nerd, too!
In-Progress
does it feel alright to not know me? Riorgail-focused, Rated T, Chapters 9/? Post-OS ft amnesia!Xaden. Main WIP right now!
Detour Riorgail-focused, Rated M, Chapters 1/? Set during OS with Quest Squad on the isles ft meddling, time traveling kids. Some fun chaos
One-Shots
Some more Riorgail and other FW ships and things below <3
cut me open, pour me anew | Riorgail, Rated T, 1.9k words. Post-Canon. Written for Romance Week 2026 prompt: Parents
love is just a way to die | Riorgail, Rated T, 2k words. Post-OS. Major character death. A companion prologue to “does it feel alright to not know me?”
thinking out loud | Slain, Rated E, 6k words. Vaguely late/post-OS. Written for Slain week 2025 prompt: touch!
sympathy in the form of you (crawling into bed with me) | Xarrick, Rated E, 6k words. Post-Threshing (their first-year!), written for Kinktober 2025 Day 1
Just One Night | Bodoc, Rated E, 10k words. Modern AU, written for the Rider's Quadrant Winter PromptFest 2025
sweet nothings | Slainic, Rated M, 3k words. Modern AU, written for the Rider's Quadrant Winter PromptFest 2025
simmer | Violiaden, Rated M, 4k words. Omegaverse ft Omega Violet and Liam with Alpha Xaden. First of what will be a series of One-Shots
a mother's love | Xaden-centric, Rated T, 6.7k words. Slight canon-divergent of Xaden being in Aretia when it burned. Written for Xaden Week 2026 prompt: Leadership
Being a fanfic author is about basing your entire premise around a single plot bunny and then having to bullshit your way through the rest of the story.
Rebuilding will be a work in progress for a while still, although not having to do so in secret has been helped speed things up quite a bit.
But with the looming coronation, the nursery has been a growing thought in my mind—not just because of any talk of heirs. No longer being surrounded by death and uncertainty at every turn has freed up so much of my mind I hardly know what to do with it at times. In terms of wishes for the future, having a child has crept up from feeling like a far off possibility to a next step.
I give a quick knock before entering the room. The afternoon light shines bright through the expansive window, the curtains drawn to either side. Xaden is on a short dais in the center of the room, dressed in a white, long-sleeved undershirt and black tailored pants.
He startles me so bad I’m palming a dagger before I realize it’s him, and it slips from my hand and clatters to the floor when I stop myself mid-throw.
“Xaden.”
“Violence.” He raises an eyebrow, his gaze flicking to the dagger by my feet. “I thought you were supposed to be deadly with those.”
“I am,” I huff. “Exactly why I stopped myself from throwing it at your face. You could’ve turned a damn light on in here.”
Lil writing update that I have been writing a lot the past few weeks but need to go back to do edits 💕
I have the next few chapters of does it feel alright written, and then am almost done with another riorgail piece that was supposed to be a one-shot but will probably split up into chapters because it’s gotten so long. Both are almost finished so I’ve been wanting to get the words on the page while my brain worms are staying fueled! 🥺
i AM gonna start writing!! i just need to clean my desk, reorganize my 50 empty notebooks, play with my cats, stare out the window like a victorian poet, and then maybe spend two hours finding the perfect playlist. it’s called process.
Tension hangs through the House like a thick fog—everyone waiting for the other shoe to drop and preparing for a fight. Melgren’s soldiers sift through our halls like a slow-moving poison; even in my half-delirious state, I’m hyper-aware of their every movement around me, and attempt to catalogue any place they try to enter that’s off-limits. Our people are doing their best to tail them and send reports back, but there’s so fucking many of them.
I have half a mind to ask Melgren if he has anyone left on the front lines of our actual war from all the people he’s brought here.
The thing is, in order to have a healthy and robust fandom, a piece of media NEEDS to leave some questions unanswered. Some relations unshipped. Some plot holes unfilled. Some backstories unwritten. Some lore unexplained. You need possibilities that will keep people up at night. The beautiful thing about an empty lot in a neighborhood is what people make in it
"Dearest Violet, thank the Winds you blew in." Rhiannon appeared before the witch's stall as if she herself had arrived in a strong gust. She wiggled her eyebrows. "How did Friday go?"
"Friday?"
"With —" the old woman tilted her head to the stall across from Violet's and winked. The man occupying said stall was one obscenely large fisherman. The same fisherman who showed up bleeding at her doorstep on Friday. And the one that Violet had been trying desperately not to notice since he arrived twelve minutes ago.
"He has a salve. I think he'll live."
Rhiannon wiggled her thin brows again. "Did you give him something to live for?"
Chapter 2 of Red Sky At Night, my cozy fantasy au where Violet is a witch and Xaden is a fisherman (with a secret), is live! Read it here.
