I don't care what anyone else says, Violet Sorrengail will fall in love with Xaden Riorson in every single damn universe, they are endgame. Violet doesn't give a fuck that Xaden is venin he's still her Xaden, her heart
Rebecca Yarros has confirmed that. Rebecca Yarros has also said she is NOT letting them cast a white actor to play Xaden. She is not letting them white wash Xaden.
Xaden Riorson is a POC.
Stop fan casting white actors to play Xaden or using white skin color for your fan arts.
it’s late, much later than you promised yourself but these books aren't going to read themselves, and you really need to study. the entire space you're occupying is covered with books, no space left on the table as you try your best to absorb as much information as you possibly can.
you rub your tired eyes, trying to focus on the ancient text in front of you. the words are starting to blur together, and you can feel the beginnings of a headache forming at your temples. you've been staring at the pages so long you fear you may start to hallucinate. vaguely you hear the sound of footsteps, and you know you may have to call it a night soon.
no, those are actual footsteps.
heavy footfalls come walking towards you, you only glance up ever so slightly, just enough to notice the Rider black the person is wearing, you sigh.
“Riders are not allowed to be here right now,” you start the speech you've uttered a million times now, anytime a Rider wanders in well past their allotted time. “you can return at a later time when the Archives…” you trail off when you look up completely and meet Xaden’s eyes. he’s got his signature smirk on his face, the on that makes your heart skip a beat.
you glance around quickly, making sure there's no one else in the Archives at this late hour. your heart is racing, both from his presence and the thrill of doing something you probably shouldn't. the way he's looking at you makes your breath catch in your throat.
“how did you even get…?” your question hangs in the air, because Xaden can do anything he sets his mind to. “did you need something?”
“that's a loaded question,” he counters, and then he's standing next to you, looking over your shoulder at the many, many books you have spread out.
“what are you reading?” he asks, bending so that his lips are right at your ear. “anything interesting?” his hands find themselves on your waist.
“maybe not for you, but to me, this is all interesting.”
he laughs lightly, turning his head and kissing the side of your neck gently. “are you at a place where you can take a break?”
“maybe…” you lean into his touch, almost forgetting for a second where you are.
“i’ve been thinking about you all day,” he says, his voice low and rough. his warm breath tickles your skin as his lips brush against your ear.
"let me show you just how much i've missed you," he whispers, and the sound sends shivers down your spine. you can barely form a coherent thought as his hands begin to wander, exploring your body with a familiarity that makes your heart race.
“we're in the middle of the Archives,” your voice betrays how aroused you are. you want to sound firm, but your words come out heavy, laced with your desire for him, even if you are doing something that would easily get you kicked out of the Quadrant.
“looks to me like we're surrounded by bookshelves,” he he slowly brings his hands up your body, stopping just below your breasts, waiting to see if you're comfortable. “and you're the only Scribe dedicated enough to be in here this late…”
his flattery makes you roll your eyes, but you find yourself leaning more into his touch, his body is all muscle behind you, his scent is filling your nose and making it hard to think. he reaches up to cup one of your breasts then, and a small moan from you has him nearly melting.
“can i taste you?” he asks, bring his hands back down to your waist. you nod, not trusting your voice to not squeak. “you're all i think about at night when i have my hands on my cock,” he says, moving away from you slightly, you almost want to complain about the loss of contact but you shudder as he bends down, gathering up your robes to pull them up over your hips, exposing your underwear.
“i think of the sounds you make,” he stands up again, kissing your neck again, his tongue wet against your flushed skin. “how tight you feel wrapped around me when you come.”
you very nearly moan at his words, he’s always been vocal, but gods. you feel the rush of arousal flow through your body, settling low in your stomach.
his palm touches your lower back, gently sliding up between your shoulders, pressing your upper body forward. you find yourself laying on top of the tome you were studying.
“Xaden, these-” your breath hitches as he lightly kicks your feet apart, leaving your legs spread. you clear your throat, his fingers pull down your underwear, the cool air hits your core and you shiver.
“Xaden, these books are older than Basgiath.” it's a warning, but you're not sure who you're giving it to. he certainly doesn't care, he's sinking to his knees behind you.
“we have to be careful around- oh,” your words die in your throat, a moan slipping past your lips before you could stop it as he licks from your clit to your entrance with a broad swipe of his tongue.
there's a deep rumble of a moan that escapes from his mouth, and the vibration of his has your knees weakening. you turn your head enough to see him, and the sight of him on his knees behind you pushes you even closer to an orgasm.
you feel his fingers at your entrance and you know you won't last much longer. there's just something about his fingers that always does you in, he’s magical with them. he pushes two inside you, curling them against the spot that has you seeing stars. with his fingers buried deep inside you, his mouth goes back to your clit, sucking lightly at the sensitive bud, and that's what pushes you over the edge.
“i’m gonna- fuck, Xaden, i’m-” your orgasm steals your words, but he knew you were going to come anyways, you could feel his smirk against your pussy.
he lets you catch your breath for a moment, he stands up and cleans his face a bit before he helps you stand up and turn around to face him. he looks handsome like this, under the mage lights having just eaten you out.
you reach up, running your fingers through his dark hair, tugging gently as he leans down to kiss you. his tongue traces your bottom lip, asking for entrance that you gladly give. you can feel him hard against your thigh, the evidence of his own arousal making you ache with need all over again.
“you're…really good at that,” it's all you can get out. there’s no other words for what he just did. he chuckles slightly at your comment.
"i'm always happy to show you just how good i can be for you," he says, his voice low and gravelly. he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, making you shiver with anticipation.
he lifts you enough to set your ass on the table. you move some of the more important books away, in your haste, one gets knocked off the table, a gasp almost leaves your mouth as you watch it fall only to be scooped up and deposited on a nearby table by shadows. Xaden’s lips are on yours a half a heartbeat later.
the kiss is all heat, swirling tongues and moans. you can taste yourself on him, and it's so sinful and so filthy you feel yourself clench around nothing, a whimper falling from your mouth. you reach down towards his pants, fighting with trembling hands to get them down.
his hard cock springs free and you both take a deep breath. his hands grip your thighs and he pulls you towards the edge of the table so that he can line himself up with your entrance. he runs the head of his cock through your folds once, twice, coating himself in your release before he angles himself downward and sinks into you in one fluid motion.
the fullness is almost overwhelming, but it feels so good it nearly takes your breath away. “Xaden,” you sigh, your head ripping back in pleasure as he starts up a solid pace. with one hand on your hip to hold you steady, he grabs you by the back of the neck with the other, lifting your head back to face him.
“look at me when i’m fucking you,” he says, accentuating his request with sharper pushes of his hips, his hand reaching bf between you to rub against your clit. “wanna see the pretty faces you make when you take my cock.”
the only sounds in the Archives is your wetness, both of your moans, and the sound of skin slapping together, the mixture of it all turning you on more, only adding to the sound more. Xaden’s eyes wander your body as he fucks you, but when his eyes travel down to where you're connected, where his cock is pounding in and out of you he nearly crumbles.
“look at you, you're doing so good for me, taking me so well,” his praise shamelessly goes straight to your clit.
“and you’re doing it right here in the Archives, anyone could walk in a see you right now. i could bathe us in shadows so we're hidden but,” he pulls out suddenly, flipping you back onto your stomach, you use your hands for leverage and arch your back, he slide back in and begins his pace again. the wind nearly leaves you at how deep he is from this angle. “you wouldn't want that though, would you? i bet you want someone walk in and see me fucking you like the little slut you are.”
the moan you let out is guttural. every thrust of his hips sends his cock deeper and deeper inside of you and he's all you can think of. Xaden floods all your senses until you're nothing more than a whimpering mess on the table for him.
his hands are gripping your hips so tightly you know there will be bruises tomorrow, but you can't bring yourself to care. you can feel another orgasm building rapidly, your walls fluttering around his thick cock as he drives into you mercilessly. "Xaden, please, i'm so close," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper.
his pace falters a little bit, his thrusts growing sloppier and he chases his own orgasm.
"come for me," he commands, his voice rough with need. "come on my cock." his words combined with a particularly deep thrust send you over the edge, your second orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure. your walls clench around him rhythmically, and with a deep groan, he follows you over the edge, spilling inside you as his hips stutter to a stop.
for a few seconds after, you both stay there panting. there's ringing in your ears, and you're fairly certain that if you tried to move, you'd simply fall over. eventually, brought back to earth by Xaden pressing soft kisses along your back, over your clothing. it's a sweet gesture that's vastly different from what he was just doing.
he pulls out gently, and you nearly whimper at the loss of him. he helps you stand, and you can feel your knees shaking slightly. with gentle hands, he helps you fix your clothing, pressing one last soft kiss to your temple. you take a moment to straighten up the books on the table, making sure nothing was damaged during your activities.
he pulls his pants back up, tucking himself back in. “are the books okay?” he asks, you're certain he's mostly joking but you answer anyways.
"they're fine," you say with a small laugh, running your fingers over the spines of the books. "though i should probably get back to studying now."
he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "or we could go back to my room and continue this somewhere more... comfortable."
“let's not push our luck too much in one night,” you say, kissing him quickly, “zihnal has been kind enough to us so far, let's not test his patience,”
Xaden chuckles, his breath warm against your neck. "as you wish," he says, pressing one final kiss to your shoulder before stepping back. "but don't study too late. i'll see you tomorrow?"
you nod, but you can't honestly say you will. the odds of you and Xaden being able to see each other regularly are not great, but you both like to pretend regardless. “see you tomorrow.”
he leaves quietly, his footsteps fading into the depths of the Archives. you turn back to your studies, but your mind keeps drifting to the warmth of his touch, the taste of his kiss. with a sigh, you force yourself to focus on the ancient text before you, knowing that these precious moments with him are all you can have for now.
“Just like it’s gone for the last eighteen months,” Xaden answers, losing any and all trace of the niceties he showed Dain an hour ago. “Everyone assumes she’ll wind up with you, but it’s my last name she ends up wearing on her flight jacket in formation.”
EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO SCREAM AND CONCERN EVERYONE IN THE VICINITY!
thinking about being in the healers quadrant at Basgiath and meeting Xaden for the first time in when you're both first years because he got into a fight with some random cadet who was talking shit about the Marked Ones (he won, of course but the other cadet got him with his dagger).
when he walks into the quadrant he's almost expecting to be turned away but you usher him over to your station and try to make awkward small talk. your hands are nearly shaking as you try different tonics to help with pain and swelling. he takes it as fear for who he is, and he's getting more and more frustrated by it as the minutes tick by. really, you're nervous because you just passed your exam for this, you've never actually worked on a cadet, and and he's incredibly handsome.
he's about to speak up with some angry little quip about if you have an issue with Marked Ones or healing people in general, maybe you picked the wrong quadrant when you say something first,
"sorry i'm being so quiet i've never- this is sort of my first time healing-"
"one of us?" he cuts you off, his gaze hard. your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you look up from your work to meet his gaze.
"what?"
it's then that you fully notice the relic spanning his left wrist all the way up to his neck. surprise glazes over your features.
"oh! no! that's not- i don't care about that. i just...i just meant your my first cadet i've worked on like...ever."
his eyes soften slightly, but he's still guarded.
"i follow the code of chricton, we are to aid anyone when they're in need. your relic doesn't change that."
you continue to work, forcing yourself to look away from his beautiful eyes (were those flecks of gold?). as you finish up you're quite proud of yourself because you nailed it. you bandage him up, and explain the after care to him, he listens intently.
it isn't until later that he's kicking himself because he never got your name and he has no real reason to back to the quadrant but he cannot stop thinking about you.
maybe because you're the first person he's encountered at Basgiath who doesn't look at him like he's beneath them, or maybe it's because you bit you bottom lip ever so slightly as you worked on him and it was the cutest thing he's ever seen. either way, he's 100% you're going to plague his thoughts for a very long time.
idek i think my brain has turned into nothing but fourth wing since i finished onyx storm like i cannot stop thinking about it!!!!! omg
did anyone else read onyx storm in one sitting today and now have no one else to talk about it with? none of my friends have started/finished it lmao i was too eager
Xaden refusing to wear a disguise when they break into the Archives is the funniest thing. He really said I have an aesthetic and I’m sticking to it.
It’s not even that he just didn’t want to wear one, but the fact that he flat out refused, even for the sake of not getting caught, is hilarious to me. At this point, Ridoc or someone would probably pass out from shock if they saw Xaden wearing anything other than black.
got the book and ran right to the bonus chapter and my god it didn't disappoint. it made me wish we could get the whole book from his pov.
so many things were revealed but i really can't stop thinking about sgaeyl calling him OUT for his feelings like--
"where's violet now? what is she doing? is she thinking of me? is she missing me? is she getting closer to aetos? does she dream about that kiss? how many days until violet's-"
one thing about me is i will do everything in my power to no dnf a book. i fear this is both a good and a bad thing because rn i'm struggling through a book simply because i have fomo and people seem to like it
Xaden panicking over Violet using Bodhi's jacket will forever be one of the most hilarious moment in IF for me.
Violet is spinning through all the negative emotions of thinking he was hurt just to see him completely fine and all Xaden can think is: DID YOU FUCK MY COUSIN?????
Leave it to Xaden to not being able to focus on SHIT whenever Violet is near.
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