━ ❝ 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞.❞ ׂ ╰┈➤ 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙓 𝙁!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ━𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃... a girl once known as "Japan's No.0" - part prodigy, part enigma - vanished without a trace. Now she's back... and somehow stuck dealing with a bunch of chaotic, competitive strikers who either want to fight her, beat her, or... maybe 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➶ 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥: 02/12/2025 ➷ 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘖𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: #1bluelock - 6/16/2025 #1bluelockanime - 2/18/2025 #1bluelockvarious - 2/18/2025 #1egoism - 2/25/2025 #1femalereader - 5/24/2025 #2various - 7/22/2025 #2saeitoshi - 10/7/2025 #3bllk - 6/25/2025 #3egoist - 10/7/2025 #4reader-insert - 6/8/2025 #5bluelockfanfic - 3/02/2025 #7isagiyoichi - 3/19/2025 #10anime - 5/29/2025 #16readerxvarious - 3/02/2025 #39fanfiction - 2/23/2025

Isla Sorrengail has spent her life surviving in the shadows, sharpening her instincts like a blade. But Basgiath War College is not the kind of battlefield she was trained for. Here, brute strength means little without a dragon willing to bond, and power is earned through blood and strategy. No one knew she existed before she arrived-not the cadets glaring at her back, not the instructors watching her every move, not even the sister who should have known. But Isla is not here to make friends. She is here to claim what was stolen from her-her name, her family, her place in the world. But Basgiath is built to break the weak. And Isla? She has no intention of breaking. Even when rivals seek revenge. Even when her own past hunts her down. Even when the wingleader with shadows in his eyes-Xaden Riorson-watches her like he's trying to unravel her secrets. She will not falter. She will not kneel. She will not lose. Because Isla Sorrengail has already lost everything once. And she refuses to do it again.

In a world ruled by dragons and sharpened by war, Veronica Dawson was never meant to be anything more than a shadow in someone else's story. Thrown into the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, a place she's only ever read about, Veronica knows the rules: survive, stay quiet, and don't change the plot. After all, she already knows how it ends. But nothing goes as planned when she crosses paths with Xaden Riorson-lethal, unreadable, and far more dangerous than the pages ever described. His piercing gaze sees too much. And worse, he starts asking questions no one should. Surrounded by dragons, haunted by secrets that were never hers to carry, and hunted by a fate she thought she could avoid, Verena walks the knife-edge between knowledge and exposure. Because the truth is, she doesn't belong here. But the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to pull away. And if the world she's trapped in begins to unravel... It might not be because of what she knows... But because of who she's becoming. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC

Ashley Ketchum's alarm clock blared like a wild Jigglypuff concert gone wrong. She groaned and slapped at it blindly, missing twice before finally smacking it silent with a loud clunk. The sunlight was merciless, creeping in through the gap in her curtains and landing right across her face. "Ugh, Sun! Take a hint," she mumbled, yanking her blanket over her head. For a split second, she entertained the brilliant idea of using Dig to escape deeper under the covers. Her toes wiggled as if prepping for action, but her brain kicked in a moment later. Today wasn't just any day-it was the day. Her eyes shot open like a Staryu's gem, and she bolted upright in bed, her blanket flying off her like a Togekiss taking off. "Today's my first day as a trainer!" she squealed, practically vibrating with excitement. She threw her legs over the side of her bed and stood up so fast she almost tripped on her Pikachu-patterned pajama pants.

Dragons like princesses. Everyone knows that. But the kingdom of Teana is pretty lacking in maids of the royal variety - which must be why Alannah finds herself tied to a pole, surrounded by sheep, and in the most ridiculous white dress she's ever seen. Only she's not a princess; she's a witch. And she's not interested in being another notch on this dragon's belt. All she wants is get back to her Grandmother's shop, and back to her normal life. But she's days from home, and her only assistance is a blundering knight-in-training, a recently captured slave - and the dragon, who follows them around like a curious puppy. A large, dangerous puppy that can look human whenever it chooses - yeah, she's definitely in trouble. BETA/DRAFT: All rights reserved. Visit www.lemedlock.com for information on upcoming stories.

Synopsis: 'Cause why are we lying to ourselves that they're all suffering, as if they're not just actors with you in a hit show.... 🎭Pairing: LADS boys x GN!Reader 🎬Genre: Fluff HCs + Scenarios in between HCs [So worth the read and headcanoms. Trust]

❝ 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗿. there's a blossoming seed of hope when it begins; perhaps this is the one, your heart sings. but the inevitable comes with their betrayal, and it leaves you with nothing. i don't want that to be our fate. you're it for me. so if you want me, then 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 for me. ❞ ━━━━━ 𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝘹𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴

"𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ, 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦." Danielle Fyr: the last living legacy of her bloodline, is a whisper among the Tyrrish. A ghost on the lips of her people. The Fyr bloodline is sacred, a unique one intertwined with their dragons. Because they are not just regular humans, but the only ones with magic still in their veins. Their souls are entertwined with their dragons through unique bonds that have stretched through generations. And Danielle is special because she is not only bonded to one dragon, or two, but 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 dragons. And she has returned to protect her people... and claim what is rightfully hers. Fanfiction|Fantasy|Romantacy 18+ ONGOING RANDOM UPDATES UNDERGOING MAJOR REWRITE I DO NOT OWN FOURTH WING! FOURTH WING IS OWNED BY REBECCA YARROS ONLY!

Every year, hundreds die within the walls of Basgiath War College. It's no surprise that many are those who choose the Riders Quadrant. Dragons do not tolerate much, but neither do the ruthless gryphons on the outside of the wards. At least, that's what Basgiath teaches. Zilphyer has never prescribed to its lessons and doesn't intend to know, not with rising suspicions making every interaction spawn more paranoia. She must grapple with the knowledge that some people know things about her she really wishes they didn't. Worse, she knows they'll tell whoever closest to her if it ensures her destruction, especially now that her death will kill the son of the Great Betrayer. Xaden Riorson has been the proverbial thorn in the side of the kingdom of Navarre since his conception. Now that he's survived the Rider's Quadrant with the third most powerful dragon on the Continent, some are tuning into what might be the best way to strike him down. Unfortunately for him, he's not as stoic as he likes to think when a certain woman stands by his side. [Book 2 of 2] *xReader available*

Every year, swaths of 20-year-olds descend upon a college campus. Unfortunately, this college specializes in war, in consideration of the one raging at its borders. Outposts and enemies line the eastern mountains, guarded by many from the army, but most notably, the Dragon Riders. Zilphyer's future was determined long before she was born. As far as she was concerned, none of that destiny included Basgiath; not after she watched her grandfather descend into mad ramblings from his battles after bonding a dragon, then fell to the whims of a power-hungry Colonel who would do anything to hurt her. The quadrant destroyed the good and empowered the bad, and she wanted nothing to do with it, no matter what her name spelled. Xaden Riorson's future was clear, no Basgiath or dragons in sight. That was, until he was 16, when his father's apostasy-turned-secession fell apart; his home was burned; and his father went missing, only to be reported by someone he thought was an ally, then murdered. Unfortunately for both of them, Basgiath wouldn't let them off so easily. Xaden had a two year head start and became a Wingleader, ready-and willing-to sacrifice anything to fulfill his goals. Some may call them selfish and many call him ruthless, but he's no stranger to prescribed titles. Zilphyer stood before the bridge, but she had no intention of making it across. Her ruined future and unstable life would be given to a cause much more worthy than the torture of Basgiath: her mother, her father, and her patron: Zihnal, the God of Chaos. [Book 1 of 2] *xReader available*