Her imagination is her only limit. - Started: 9/1-2026

Waverly Rhodes arrived at Basgiath War College with a dead girl's name, enough daggers to supply a whole riot, and an agenda. Her plan, like most things in her life, took a turn for the worse. She didn't account for a unique threshing. She didn't account for Rome Zaher, who studies her like she's the problem, and who's seen her at her worst and filed it away without a word. She didn't account for Xaden Riorson, who has no reason to know she exists and knows anyway, pulled by something neither of them has language for yet. Waverly certainly didn't account for both of them. At 20, Rhodes has survived more than most will in a lifetime. Her mother. A venin attack. A commander who had a special way of taking care of loose ends. The sparring rings of Calldyr City. She has burned through worse than a war college and two men who can't decide whether they want to argue with her or... well. The dragons have already decided. The riders are taking longer. Between classes that could kill her, a squad she didn't plan on caring about, and new knowledge about her mother that's beginning to confuse, not clarify. Waverly Rhodes is running out of room to keep everyone at arm's length. Especially the ones who stopped being fooled by her somewhere around day one. Some bonds aren't chosen. Some fires can't be controlled. Some secrets don't stay buried.

" 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒 . . . 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒; 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒; 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑟 " the 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 and his 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 the 𝑖𝑐𝑒 and his 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 to 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 { Main: Xaden ˣ Melgren female OC ˣ Ridoc } { Background Relationships: Violet ˣ Liam, Bodhi ˣ Kaide } { Fourth Wing ~ Iron Flame } { Started: April 20th, 2025 } { Edited: tbd } { Status: ongoing } { Finished: tbd } { Cover by me }

FOURTH WING AU | XADEN RIORSON × Fem OC Lilia Sorrengail has spent most of her life becoming exactly what everyone expects her to be. A rider. A weapon. A daughter worthy of the Sorrengail name. By the time she reaches Basgiath, she already knows how to hide pain, follow orders without appearing obedient, and survive beneath the weight of expectations that were never hers to choose. What no one knows is that Lilia did not enter the Riders Quadrant for honour, glory, or the chance to wear black. She came looking for answers. Then Violet is forced onto the parapet beside her, and Lilia's carefully laid plans begin to fracture. Survival is no longer only about making it through the next trial. It is about keeping her sister alive, guarding truths that cannot be spoken, and making certain no one looks closely enough to realise how much she already knows. Especially Xaden Riorson. He has every reason to hate her name, every reason to distrust her motives, and far too much power to ignore. To Xaden, Lilia should be easy to understand: the general's daughter, a trained rider, and another Sorrengail standing on the wrong side of an old war. Little does he know, Lilia has a few carefully guarded secrets of her own. At Basgiath, dragons judge more than strength. Enemies are not always who they appear to be. And some truths are dangerous enough to change everything. The closer Lilia gets to Xaden, the harder it becomes to tell whether he is the greatest threat to her secrets - or the only person who might understand why she keeps them.

There are stories about heroes. This is the story of the beautiful disaster worlds fell in love with. Juniper Vale only wanted a family, maybe a dragon, and somewhere to belong. Instead, Basgiath gives her Xaden Riorson, a dangerous power, and seams that tear her into a world of war colleges, starlit courts, and winged warriors. Now monsters are rising, kingdoms are falling, and the truth in her blood may be the only thing holding both worlds together. Juniper thought she was lost between stories. She was wrong. She is the seam connecting them. For 18+

The Rebellion's Daughter Everyone knows Azara Tauri. The rebellion leader's daughter. The crown prince's wife. The mother of the future heir. What they do not know is that at fifteen, she married the enemy to save her kingdom. Now, years later, Azara enters Basgiath War College beside the husband she unexpectedly fell in love with-while the ghosts of betrayal, rebellion, and war follow her through every shadowed hallway. Because surviving dragons might be easier than surviving the truth.

Elaris Elderwood was just another child of a rebellion leader. Her parents had died when she was only 14, meaning that leadership thought she wouldn't be a threat considering she was merely a child. But Elaris Elderwood was more than just a threat, her mind and knowledge alone had the capability to destroy the entire kingdom. So when she joins the quadrant and is reunited with the Marked Ones, she might fight to survive not only for herself, but to finish off what her parents started alongside no other than Xaden Riorson. But as sparks fly, bigger and hotter each day, can they really ignore their feelings for one another? Xaden Riorson x OC

Ella Tavis has always been a fighter-sharp-tongued, fearless, and unafraid to take on anyone, even Xaden Riorson her brothers best firend. Growing up, he teased her mercilessly, sparring with ease and laughing as she struggled. But their world shatters when General Sorrengail kills their parents, scattering them to separate foster homes. Years later, fate reunites them at Basgiath. Ella is ready to prove she's no longer a child to be mocked, and Xaden... well, Xaden is now a Wing Leader who thrives on control and challenges. Sparks fly, tempers flare, and the tension between them is undeniable. In a world of wings, fire, and danger, can enemies survive the heat of desire-or will it burn them both?

Y/n Drekon, fresh from the seascapes, is sentenced to serving time at Basgiath. Having been hidden from Navarre's truth her entire life, the depth of the kingdom's lies leaves her in shambles. She's dropped into flame section, second squad as a second year. With Xaden Riorson as her wingleader, they become the allies Tyrrendor and the seascapes were always destined to be.