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I died.
Or at least... I think I did.
One minute I was drowning at the bottom of a lake, the next I'm standing at the edge of Basgiath War College's infamous parapet, armed to the teeth and dressed like a dragon rider. In a world I only know from books.
This has to be a hallucination. My brain's final flicker before the lights go out. Right?
But the pain is real. The wind. The blood. The impossible heat of a dragon's breath across my skin. And when Xaden Riorson's bonded dragon starts paying attention to me-twice-I realize something is very, very wrong.
I've read Fourth Wing. I know what's supposed to happen. But with every step I take, canon bends, and I'm not sure if I'm here for a reason... or if I'm just the next to die.
All I know is: I've already lost everything. So what's stopping me from being bold?
Even if this is just a dying dream... I'm not going quietly.
Xaden Riorson x Fem OC
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31 Dec 2025
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A sinking terror settles in my gut—the kind all protagonists must feel when the weight of responsibility finally lands.
And I laugh.
It bursts from me—wild, raw, uncontrollable. It doesn’t even sound like me. Too sharp. Too jagged. Too much.
But I can’t stop.
I can’t temper it. It races through me, drowning out reason, swallowing all sense.
I laugh until I cry. Until I grieve.
I grieve for my life—my old life.
For the few friendships I had.
For the few people I left behind.
For the good in the people who hurt me most.
I grieve.
And they let me. They say nothing. They do nothing.
I grieve until I laugh. Until I cycle back to crying. Until I finally, finally, grieve myself.
The sobs are ugly, raw—ragged sounds ripped from my throat, the cry of a wounded animal.
They don’t relent. They don’t let up.
And I panic.
I can’t stop the emotion rising, swelling, breaking over me like a wave—unchecked, unstoppable.
Until it swallows me whole.
Until, for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, my vision darkens.
And the blackness takes me.
(Tags will be updated as the story progresses!)Bookmarked by coleholdon
30 Dec 2025
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Ten years ago, Kaela was torn away from her home, hidden away for a future that was never guaranteed. Now, that future has come calling.
Tyrrendor has won its freedom, but the fight is far from over. To secure the kingdom's stability, its Assembly demands Kaela uphold a decades old contract binding her to Xaden Riorson— former rebel, warrior, and now, the reluctant king of Tyrrendor. But Xaden is grieving, the weight of his crown heavy, and the scars of war have turned childhood friendships into distant memories.
She was trained for politics, not battle. He was forged in war, not courtly games.
And Navarre is watching, waiting for them to fail.
Oh, and she may or may not have accidentally befriended his dragon.
Becoming queen was no longer part of the plan. But neither was running into a dragon in the clearing and offering it a flower crown.
- This is post canon timeline
- Characters might feel off
- I am heavily taking creative liberties
- Original canon characters, places and magical system belongs to one and only, Rebecca Yarros
- I am only humbly borrowing her world and playing with it.Bookmarked by coleholdon
30 Dec 2025
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The smell of paint captured Xaden's attention, that strange girl who had saved them smelled of paint, a lingering trail, subtle, but unmistakable, he watched her once more curiously, his onyx gaze roaming over her, looking for any clue as to who she was. Her hands looked delicate, there he discovered the trail of colors staining her skin, an artist he supposed.
He notice flowers in her hair, her posture, her bright gaze, the way she smiled it was with such grace that it tightened his chest. Without any expectation the girl extended a flower toward him.
“Here” The simple act left him unsettled, almost still as a statue, disbelief and surprise clouding his features. Such a simple act and he looked like a child. His scowl and cold stare, the one he was already so comfortable with, seems to slip for a second
Who the hell was that girl?
“There you are.” she mutters with a smile, as if she had gotten what she wanted. Leaving him standing there, with the damn flower in his hand.
And he hates it. She couldn't be so many colors when his life was completely gray
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29 Dec 2025
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Alyxandra Tavis is one of the marked children, branded by the Apostasy, and bound by a bargain she never agreed to.
Unlike the others, she doesn’t view Xaden Riorson’s deal with General Sorrengail as salvation—it’s still a death sentence. A delay of the inevitable.
To Lyxa, survival came at too high a cost. If she and the other marked children had died with their parents, the resistance might have lived on. They might have been remembered as martyrs for change, instead of traitors to the regime.
Deep down, she knows her fury is misdirected. But rage needs a target, and Xaden plays the perfect one.
As Lyxa is now entering her first year at Basgiath, she and Xaden must find a way to survive each other. Because if the Navarrians and dragons don’t get to them first...they just might kill each other.Bookmarked by coleholdon
27 Nov 2025