" 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 }

Ivy Sorrengail always knew she would be a rider. It didn't matter that she was tasked with keeping her sister alive in the quadrant. It didn't matter that the marked ones hated her for her mother. It didn't matter that the others hated her because they couldn't beat her. And it didn't matter that her own wingleader was hopping she failed. She wasn't just going to survive, she was going to thrive. ** This is my twist on Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yaros. I do not own the story.

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. (Y/N)'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. (Y/N) 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. *SHE/HER* [Book 1 of 2]

A Fourth Wing Fanfic from the POV of Kaelith Serran - grumpy x sunshine Marked by the rebellion and bound to a dragon, Kaelith Serran was never meant to make it out of Basgiath alive. Survival was the deal. Love was never part of it-until Ridoc Gamlyn stepped into her orbit with a grin that disarmed her guard and a loyalty she didn't know how to hold. What starts in sparring rings and stolen glances turns into something deeper as war games turn deadly, truths unravel, and choices draw lines between the living and the lost. In a world where dragons choose, loyalty burns, and grief never sleeps, two riders fight not just to survive-but to come back to each other. Based on the world and characters created by Rebecca Yarros.

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. (Y/N) 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. *SHE/HER* [Book 2 of 2]

Illena Draekar had no idea why she applied to be a dragon rider. She had her reasons, of course. But her reasons were a secret, and Illena was so full of them that she didn't know anymore what was a secret and what was just a fact. She had a plan, that was a fact. But the plan itself was a secret. The war was getting worse, that was a fact, and was also a fact that Illena was the one to blame for that. Which war? That was a secret. Why she was the one to blame? Also a secret. Why she had so many secrets and so many facts? Well, that's a secret. But I'll give you a fact: she thinks it's time to fight. And what better place to begin than Basgiath? The marked ones were there. The dragons were there, the professors, the weapons, the lies, the reasons, they were all there. The only thing she did not expect to be there was love. But love was for children, and Garrick surely wasn't one. Illena may have fallen in love with him, anyway. But that was a secret as well. And also a fact. (This is a Fourth Wing fanfiction, the characters and the story belongs to Rebecca Yarros, only the main character, Illena, is original)