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sarawritestories · 14 days

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🏅📚🍰? 💕

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

Hmmm writing this scene:

Thump, Thump.

My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. His eyes pin me to the floor, incapable of moving. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the blue dagger tail moving her head back and forth. It’s the gasp of the crowd that pulls me from Xaden’s gaze.

Thump, Thump.

The blues dragon takes a step down, and my squad parts make room for her. Her yellow eyes are looking directly at me as she takes another step forward. Dain’s face paled as he watched on, but its movement to my left caught my attention. Xaden moves from where he is standing. His face is unreadable. It’s the quaking step of the dragon in front of me, and my heart rate quickens as her yellow eyes take me in.

Thump, Thump, Thump

Despite the paralyzing fear, that I may very well die in the next few seconds I take in the creature before me. Her large horns curve on the top of her head. Her scales up close shimmer with various hues of blue and hints of black near the base of her scales, which makes her eyes stand out. Her nostrils flair, it feels like a challenge, as if she is begging for me to turn and run.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

I will not die today. I take a glance at where Dain is and spot Violet right beside him, terror on her face. She knows dragons better than I do, though I know enough, she knows my rate of survival is potentially slim here. I close my eyes and try to keep my breathing even. My heart erupting in my ears.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

I get down on my knees, my hands remaining at my sides. “What the fuck is she doing?” Jack Barlow’s voice carries over the silence that has fell amongst the court. No one else says a word as I bend forward lowering myself until my forehead touches the cool brick, the small grooves pressed against my skin. I close my eyes and I mentally recite different dance positions in my head trying to ease the fear.

Thump, Thump, Thump.

My breathing begins to even out when I feel the warm steam pressing against my neck. I take the risk and lift my head; the dragon nods her head. Is she giving me the okay to rise? Another dip of her head, and I slowly rise to my feet. As I do I meet her gaze once more, it’s just her and I, the world around us since forgotten. The dragon does something to my surprise, she cranes her neck where the tip of her snout touches the floor. She is bowing to me. The message is clear, a sign of mutual respect.

Thump, Thump.

She raises her head but keeps it low as she cranes her neck out for me. I cannot even see her eyes as she comes near and presses her snout to my chest. The chatter amongst the crowd is indistinguishable. I press my hand to her snout, her scales feel like leather under my touch, a smile forms on my cheeks, fear suddenly turning into elation. “Hello, Beautiful.” My voice was unable to reach above a whisper. She huffs in response and moves back to where she was perched before.

Adrenaline must be widdling from my body fast because I grip Ridoc’s shoulder tightly as my world tilts.

Thump, Thump.

I just survived my first encounter with a dragon.

📚 Do you read your own fic?

Yes. As much as I don't enjoy it, I do read them. Mostly as a gauge of what I can improve on or how far I've come. It is important to do it even though reading it makes Me sometimes.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

Basgiath (Remi's Version) by @skyfallscotland

And

Heavy by @readychilledwine

This Cassian Fic I read multiple time the way Liz writes Cassian is my absolute favorite.

#sitdownwithsara #sarawritesstories #sara rambles

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skyfallscotland · 2 months

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*giggles hysterically*

Did I write the things I should have been writing today? No. Did I start something new I absolutely should not have started? Yes, of course.

To be honest, I blame all of you. Far too many of you were enthusiastic about the possibility of Remi bonding both Lía and Sgaeyl, in a world where Xaden went into the infantry. ⚔️🌟

“What is he doing?” I murmur to myself, gripping the scales of Lía’s pommel tight.

“Pay attention!” Sgaeyl snaps and I whip my head to the side. She’s glaring at me in that ornery way of hers, golden eyes narrowed as she breathes out a steady stream of fire at a Wyvern descending from the clouds above us. Lía rolls, jerking us out of the way as Sgaeyl flips around, aiming her talons at the larger beast’s underbelly.

“I’m paying attention…” I bite my lip, chastised.

“No you weren’t.” Lía grumbles. I hate it when the two of them gang up on me. It is usually when I’m endangering my own life, but that’s neither here nor there. Almost against my will, my eyes flick back down toward the ground, checking on the infantry officer’s position.

He’s been down there for most of this battle, helping evacuate civilians from the township into the old mining tunnels. It’s not the perfect place to run to, given they could collapse under the weight of the mountain, but it’s not like they’re making it up the hill out in the open so…

Originally, a few of the man’s unit were on the ground with him, helping out, but now only he remains—the captain. My attention is drawn back to the fight in front of me as Lía grasps the wyvern’s neck in her jaws, clamping down as Sgaeyl lashes out again with her talons. The carcass plummets to the ground, landing with a heavy thud.

“Remi! If we take down the venin riders, the wyvern go down with them!” Violet calls across our mental link and a sharp smile pulls at my lips.

“Thanks, sis!” I flip the dagger in my hand I’d been given by my squad leader, Garrick, before we joined this fight.

“So, where’s the closest?” I ask, wondering if I should unbuckle my legs from my saddle.

“Don’t you dare.” Lía responds to my thoughts.

Almost simultaneously Sgaeyl swoops downward and says, “below.” My eyes widen and I lean to the side, following her trajectory with my eyes. The female with the staff is standing dead centre in the middle of the field, robes billowing. She slams her staff into the ground and I watch, morbidly fascinated as the ground quickly starts decaying, grass dying in a perfect circle around her. It extends outward like a wave and when it shows no signs of slowing down, my fascination turns to fear.

“Sgaeyl!” I call out frantically, my head whipping around. My gaze lands on the infantry captain a short distance away where he stands, wide eyes locked on the venin as he helps a woman in brown riding leathers to her feet. A gryphon flier. “Get them, please!” I beg, my heart pounding as I lean forward on Lía’s back, preparing to throw. I can’t watch as my bonded complies, navy scales shining in the sun as she launches herself sideways.

We’re almost directly on top of the venin when Lía turns, providing me with just the right angle to throw my dagger and have it embedding in the venin’s heart. I pull on it with lesser magic, making sure to drive it all the way through and out the other side as Lía and I soar over, before it comes sailing back into my hand.

The second I verify she’s not getting back up, my eyes are searching, looking frantically for Sgaeyl. I relax a little when I see her form in full flight, headed for the hillside, two decidedly human forms grasped in her claws. I sag back into the seat, relieved. Fuck, that was close.

Before I have a chance to even think, the sky is erupting, lightning flashing down from a clear, blue sky and then the last of the wyvern are falling, their carcasses shaking the earth below as they rain down. “Good job, sis.” I murmur.

Something almost cosmic draws my eyes back to the hillside, like there’s a magnetic force dictating my attention belongs there and I frown. Lía moves without me even having to ask. In only seconds she’s perched on the hillside next to Sgaeyl who seems to be in a standoff with an irritated looking gryphon.

“Are you causing trouble with our temporary allies?” I smirk.

“Oh please, you’d be just as annoyed if you had to deal with it.” It. Like she can’t tell if it’s male or female—or simply doesn’t care because they’re worth less than dirt to her. Amari. I can feel Lía’s judgement radiate down the bond, but it isn’t aimed at her friend, it’s aimed at me.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t exactly like her.” She gripes and a grin pulls at my lips. She’s right. I am. I pull my legs free, sliding down Lía’s foreleg. The gryphon makes an aborted step forward, but any illusions its under as to who’s in control here are shattered instantly the minute Sgaeyl snaps her teeth in its face. She’s incredibly protective…when she feels like it.

My eyes run over the infantry captain’s form—I’m finally able to take him in up close and…wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful example of the male specimen in my life. Holy gods.

He’s wearing the standard dark-blue uniform of the infantry, though I can see some armour peeking out from beneath it that isn’t standard issue. That’s not too out of place though, the more wealthy infantry officers all invest in armour the minute they graduate, if not before. It complements the twin swords peeking over his shoulders, doing nothing to dissuade me of his experience in battle.

He’s tall, tall enough that I’d almost fit beneath his chin…not that I’m thinking about it or anything…and his tawny skin looks radiant in the sunlight. His windblown hair is also decidedly not regulation and in an effort to keep myself from staring at his well-muscled form, I meet his eyes. Beautiful gold-flecked onyx eyes. That does not help.

“You are so pathetic.” Sgaeyl says and I know without having to turn that the slapping sound that follows is Lía’s tail making contact with her side. I can always rely on her to have my back when it comes to feelings and I am…feeling things.

“Wh—”

“We don’t need your help.” The flier to his right snaps and for as long as I live, I’ll blame the adrenaline of battle for what happens next. I punch her in the face.

“Remi!” Lía chides immediately, lodging her teeth in the back of my leathers, dragging me forcibly away from the very upset looking gryphon.

“If it weren’t for us, you’d be dead.” I seethe. “And I mean that both specifically and in general.” As if their puny little birds could have taken down a single wyvern—what a joke. She stumbles back, holding a hand to her face and the look she levels on me, well…it’s a good thing looks can’t kill. Sgaeyl chuffs out a laugh.

She opens her mouth, no doubt to say something scathing, but the infantry captain shoots her a fierce glare that stops her in her tracks, which is…strange, because they definitely shouldn’t know each other.

“Thank you. For your assistance.” He offers Sgaeyl a respectful nod, not making eye contact, before his gaze settles on me. “Remi Sorrengail.” He smirks. “I was wondering when I’d get the chance to meet you.”

I am not ashamed to admit that smirk does something to me. My lips part in surprise. “You…” I suppose there’s not much to say—of course he knows who I am. Everyone in Navarre probably knows by now about the Sorrengail twins and how they both bonded two dragons. “Who are you?” I ask instead, my brow furrowing.

He steps closer, a small smile playing on his lips, like I should already know the answer. “Xaden Riorson.” He murmurs.

“Oh.” It leaves my mouth unbidden. “That…makes sense.” Only a duke’s son could get away with flouting the infantry dress code and whatever orders they’d been given to retreat, to avoid the oncoming fight entirely.

“Does it?” He arches a single, perfect brow.

“No.” I reply, deadpan, my eyes darting over to the gryphon flier he clearly knows well. Too well for the Duke of Aretia’s son. Lía snorts, nudging my back with her nose.

“We need to go.” Sgaeyl says, her voice tight. “Your presence is required.” Someone needs mending, is what she means.

“Ok.” I sigh reluctantly, glancing over my shoulder at her briefly. I turn back to Xaden Riorson, letting my eyes trail over his face one last time. There’s a diagonal cut bisecting his left eyebrow, blood dripping down his cheek and I step closer into his space, rising up on my toes. Silently, I reach out to cup his jaw, smoothing my thumb over the wound gently. He doesn’t flinch at the sting, heated eyes raking over my features as I mend it carefully, leaving only a silver scar behind.

I drop back down onto my feet, holding his gaze as I back away slowly, ignoring the way the tips of my fingers tingle. I turn, intending to scale Lía’s foreleg gracefully, but I pause, unable to resist taking one final look over my shoulder. Gods, he’s gorgeous. My lips quirk up. “You’d look better in black, Captain.”

#basgiath (remi's version)#but like remi's other version #soulmates in every universe but canon #do i have ideas for a whole fic in this universe? ….yes #the list keeps growing 😭

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skyfallscotland · 1 month

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I love them, your honour 🔥🌶️

“Why does it feel like I’m rewarding you for bad behaviour?” He mumbles, rocking his hips against mine. I spread my legs further and draw him close, nestling his massive frame between my thighs.

“If we’re being fair, you did put me through hell today.” I smile sweetly, gasping as his hard cock slides through my arousal. “I saved you,” a high-pitched whine escapes me as he rubs against my clit, “and then you called me infuriating.”

“You are.” Xaden says evenly, onyx eyes darkening with desire. “Infuriating and beautiful and very impressive.” He smirks, nudging my knees further apart. He grinds against me slowly, drawing a quiet moan from my lips. “You’re a queen, Remi Sorrengail.” My breath quickens as he presses me further into the mattress, rolling one of my nipples between his fingers as he coaxes a louder moan to escape my throat. “My queen.” He stares down at me darkly, “but in this bedroom, I’m your king.” My lashes flutter as I gaze up at him wantonly. “So you will do as I say.”

I pick my knees up, wrapping my legs around him so I can roll us, forcing him onto his back. “Xaden,” I lean down to kiss him deeply, my tongue caressing his. He moans in appreciation, grinding his cock against my sensitive flesh. I pull back, grasping his lower lip between my teeth playfully like he did to me earlier in the day. “Tyrrendor was a joint monarchy.” I remind him, reaching up to free my hair from its loose bun. “The king and queen hold equal power.”

I might be failing history, but Tyrrendor’s cultural and political landscape? Those books I read cover to cover. This wasn’t how I’d intended to use that knowledge, but I’m certainly not complaining. My hair tumbles down over my shoulders, long enough now that it caresses the underside of my breasts and his eyes are drawn there instantly.

“Is this what you want then?” He reaches up to run a hand through my hair, feeling the soft strands between his fingers. “If you want equality that’s fine.” His tone is questionably even. “I’m certain I’ll enjoy it either way.” He sinks back into the mattress, his hands relaxed at his sides.

I watch him suspiciously, waiting for the catch. “Or…?” I prompt when there’s none forthcoming.

“Or, you remember how to follow orders and I take you on your hands and knees.” He says nonchalantly, his eyes glittering. “Your choice.”

I freeze, a desperate whine catching in the back of my throat. Fuck, really? I swallow hard, watching him, watch me.

#zero prizes for guessing who wins this round #basgiath (remi's version)#remi's version quotes

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skyfallscotland · 24 days

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“Dain, I am the only one who believes you right now, you know that right?” He meets my eyes again. “Violet thinks you knowingly sent her into a trap that almost got us all killed. Did you, or did you not steal a memory that set off this whole, inglorious fucking chain of events?”

A Remi & Dain Story 🥰

#I'm sorry; I couldn't help it ahahshahah #basgiath (remi's version)#remi's version quotes

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skyfallscotland · 6 days

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So I just saw a reel of a girl like tearing up and being like “I really love how in Australia like, they refer to their significant other, be it boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, as their partner” and saying how sweet that is and??? Sorry? Does everyone else NOT do this????

A few people have messaged me before and said how sweet they think it is that Remi calls Xaden her partner and stuff and I’ve just brushed it off and been like oh you know, boyfriend sounds kinda juvenile for them, but uhhh ??? I didn’t realise this wasn’t a thing elsewhere in the world? Like what???? 🤯

#basgiath (remi's version)

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skyfallscotland · 29 days

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“Shit. Feirge, either.” Rhi responds. “It feels like something is…” “Smothering the connection,” Sawyer finishes and I glance up at Liam, my eyes wide. He shakes his head slightly, a worried look on his face. “Lía…” “Say nothing.” She replies immediately.

Lía: 🌚 "...so you're in the Hadden Woods, you wanna make a left up ahead, then-"

Our queen gives zero fucks about this stupid group assignment, as if she'd ever be silly enough to get separated from her cute little human.

#basgiath (remi's version)#remi's version quotes

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skyfallscotland · 25 days

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Liam: I will absolutely not tell Violet a thing

Also Liam: *throws his door wide open in the morning so Violet finds Remi in his bed and she has to find a way to explain herself that doesn't look sus*

#basgiath (remi's version)

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skyfallscotland · 26 days

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“You said the green ones are the most reasonable.” I hear one of the infantry cadets whisper to Sawyer, her voice shaking. I smile wider, scrambling up Lía’s foreleg to the seat. “This is reasonable!” I call back down. “My partner’s dragon would have eaten him.” She wouldn’t—she has standards—but none of them need to know that.

Chapter Twelve for you my lovelies x

PS. Please address all hate mail to Maj. Burton Varrish, Barracks Room 666, Basgiath War College, Morraine Province, Navarre 🥰🥰

#go get wrecked kids #basgiath (remi's version)#remi's version quotes

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skyfallscotland · 22 days

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the second half of chapter thirteen is really just xaden being an angry cat who wants everyone to get away from his girl, if i'm honest

(and his girl murdering some people)

#basgiath (remi's version)

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skyfallscotland · 1 month

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I had a hard time today, so obviously I bawled my eyes out and started writing. I’ll be ok, it’s just…hard. It’s always hard. You think you’re doing fine and then something sets you off and it’s just…there’s no other feeling like it, the emptiness.

If you know the feeling, check the tags and consider whether you’re in the right headspace to read this right now, or ever. I promise if you never read it, you’re not missing out, you already know what happens anyway 🖤

And if you’re feeling it right now, if it’s not too presumptuous to say, the message I want you to hear is this: your sign is right in front of you. Hold on. You never know what you could be missing out on.

Remi / 14 years old / 628AU

“I don’t want to come out with you and Dain and listen to the two of you talk in your own secret little fucking language, ok?!” It explodes out of me, a yell I can’t control, can’t quite tamp down on.

“Remi, we wouldn’t use—”

“You always do.” I snarl. The two of them have all these dialects that only they know, that they’ve studied together without me and whenever they’re around each other it’s all they speak in. So they can ‘practice’ they say. Funny how they never need to practice Tyrrish.

“I promise I won’t.” Violet’s eyes are wet with tears. “I just want to spend time with you.” She begs.

“Why?” I spit. “You never did before.” I roll my eyes. “Face it, you don’t want to spend time with me, you’re just worried that I’ll die too and you’ll be left feeling guilty.” I scowl. “So don’t worry about it, consider this me absolving you.” I turn on my heel and storm away.

My sister’s never cared about me before, she sure as hell doesn’t now. She wouldn’t even miss me if I weren’t around, she’s already replaced me with Dain. My arms are crossed over my chest, the oversized jacket on my shoulders covering the way my hands clutch at my ribcage, hugging my waist as I try not to cry.

The jacket is my mother’s. I used to wear Brennan’s old one all the time, taking comfort in his things while he was off on the frontlines, but of course that was taken from me the moment he was—all his things burnt to ash in a heartbeat.

I don’t know why I bothered trying to take comfort from something of hers, it’s not like she cares for me either—none of them do, except maybe Mira and she’s not here. I’m more likely to get in trouble for taking the damn thing than anything else. I stumble towards my favourite turret, the one connected to the parapet. It’s the closest I can get to my older sister. I hate the height, so I try to never look over the edge of it, but sometimes I go sit up there, just looking out hoping that one day I’ll see a green dragon fly towards me—my sister told me that’s what she’d bonded, a Green. But that’s only wishful thinking.

My chest burns, my lungs constricting as I climb the turret, in the dark, up and up and up. I want to scream, to see if that will expel this furious fire in my chest, the way the dragons always do, but I know it won’t. All it will do is bring people up here and I…I hate people. I don’t want any of them anywhere near me. None of them have any clue what it’s like, how much it hurts.

I’m crying by the time I reach the top, wretched sobs shaking my body as I steady myself with a hand on the stones. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. For a moment, I wobble on my feet and fear has my heart leaping into my throat. I quickly make my way into the top section of the turret and slide to the ground, my back to the wall. I’d almost…

For a long minute, my heart thunders, but then I think at least it would have been over. Over. I don’t know if I believe in Malek, but if the world holds any kindness and the gods are real, I’d hope they would reunite me with Brennan in the afterlife. My breath comes in fast pants as I rip the jacket off and toss it aside, grief overwhelming me to a point where I can’t breathe, can barely think.

There’s a blade in my hand and my vision blurs as I stare down at it through my tears. It doesn’t have to be a fall. I could…

I look up at the sky, hoping for a sign, but there’s no dragon, no burst of flame or message in the clouds. All there is, is a few twinkling stars and an inky blackness. It’s beautiful in it’s own way, I suppose, like a living canvas of gold-flecked onyx. There’s something comforting about that and my sobs die down, a strange calmness washing over me.

It doesn’t have to be like this, I realise. I don’t have to do it anymore. No one can make me. I can just…go.

My brow furrows and I clutch the blade tighter. I’m ready. I’m so ready to just go. The blade glints in the low light of the moon as I lower it to my skin.

“You know, you don’t have to be—”

I jolt, staring up wide-eyed as I freeze in place, icy dread filling my veins. Dain stares back, lips slightly parted and I swallow hard. Before I can think of anything to say, to do, he’s crossing the distance between us in two quick strides and wrenching the blade from my grip, tossing it off the side of the turret. A moment passes, then another.

“Get up. Don’t be an idiot.” His eyes narrow, and I scramble to my feet, my lip trembling. He says nothing else, just…watches me. His eyes are alight with anger and I squirm anxiously, my breath stuttering under his gaze. There’s nothing I can say—nothing I want to say—and eventually I can’t stand it anymore. I turn on my heel and run.

#tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: suicidal ideation #tw: depression #try and be kind to yourselves; always #basgiath (remi's version)

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