In my world, Fourth Wing was just that: a story. A fantasy book full of action, betrayal, dragons, sexual tension thick enough to cut through... and a man with dark eyes and tattoos like war scars who stole my breath with a single word. Xaden Riorson. The character I was never supposed to fall for-because he was fiction. Because he didn't exist. Until he did. Until I woke up in a body that wasn't mine, in a reality that shouldn't exist. And they called me Seryna Valenforth. I didn't know if I was dead, dreaming, or cursed. I only knew I wasn't in my bed anymore, not in my room in the real world, but in a castle-with a list of future corpses parading through my memory. I already knew their names: Jack Barlowe, Amber Mavis, Dain Aetos, even Violet Sorrengail... all pieces on a board that was about to break. And I was inside it. Part of me refused to believe it, but the other... the other was ready. I'd read Fourth Wing so many times I could recite entire lines by heart. I knew who lived. Who died. When. How. Why. And most importantly: I knew who I wanted to save. Liam. My loyal, sweet soldier whose death still hurt, even if he was made of ink and paper. Sloane. A little girl with too much darkness and too many stories behind her eyes. Andarna, my favorite dragon. And yes... him too. Xaden Riorson. I wanted it all. His gaze. His respect. His desire. Even his warnings wrapped in veiled threats. I wasn't going to give up that place. This time, I would be the one to face him on the sparring mat. I would be the one to make him hesitate. The one who became the weakness he never saw coming. And maybe, his strength too. Change the story. Even if it cost me my life. Because this was no longer a book. And I was no longer a reader. I was a player. And this time... the Empire had no idea who they were playing with.

She never meant to touch the stone. One moment she was grieving her mother and the next she finds herself stumbling through the halls of Basgiath War College on Conscription Day - a stranger in the world of dragons, rebellion and lies. She doesn't belong here. The dragons know it, the commanders know it and so does Xaden Riorson, a first year marked one with secrets he can't afford to lose. Update: Twice a week.

Some people die quietly. They slip between seconds. Between breaths. Between the space of a heartbeat and the next. Their lives close like a book gently set down on a table. Pandora did not die quietly. She died mid-sentence, mid-argument, mid-life. She died with formulas half-memorized and coffee still warm in her hand. She died thinking about entropy and exam halls and whether she'd locked her apartment door. She did not die ready. And the worst part? She remembered it. This is not a story about fate choosing her. No prophecy circled her cradle. No stars aligned over her birth. She was not special. She was simply... misplaced. A girl who should have lived past nineteen. A girl who should have walked into a university hall and complained about thermodynamics and sent voice notes about how unfair life was. Instead, she woke up small. Helpless. In a world that did not care about second chances. In a kingdom built on stone and secrets. In a fortress where children were raised to fight before they were taught to hope. This is the story of Pandora - who died ordinary and woke up somewhere dragons rule the sky and survival is not guaranteed. She does not arrive powerful. She does not arrive prepared. She arrives screaming. And somewhere far above the fortress walls, something ancient shifts its wings. Because war does not pause for reincarnated girls. And Navarre does not soften for anyone. Xaden X OC reincarnated this is my first ff y'all . hope you enjoy lol? also I was inspired by my absolute beef with physics so-

Is Violet in love with Xaden? Yes. You know who else is in love with Xaden? Garrick Tavis. Whoever shall win the heart of the broody shadow-wielder? "It's just you and me, honeybear!"

#1 in Tairn When the Great War begins, dragons want nothing to do with mortals. Navarre is losing against the Venin. Magic burns the battlefields. Provinces fall. And Seris Riorson? She's locked in a tower like a precious jewel no one is allowed to touch. The youngest of her family, adored but smothered, Seris was trained to fight, yet forbidden to ever set foot near danger. Especially not the Tyrrish nesting grounds, where one mistake might start a second war. But curiosity has always been her ruin. What begins as a stolen escape into the forest becomes an ambush at the border. Venin see her. They recognize the Duke's daughter. And they want her. And a poison-tipped blade doesn't care how brave she is. As darkness claims her, Amelia sees the last thing she ever expected: a massive black dragon, eyes like molten gold, watching her fall. Tairn does not save humans. Tairn does not choose humans. Tairn does not transform into a man for anyone. Until her. #1 in Tairn #1 in Empyrean UPDATE SCHEDULE: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12LPfywtfjN7KRwOZjnUv2tGuak1McEApiditgMEudO4/edit?usp=sharing

♡ In which, Remi Martin finds out that he friend fell into the world of Fourth Wing and runs into none other than Ridoc Gamlyn. ♡ UPDATE SCHEDULE: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12LPfywtfjN7KRwOZjnUv2tGuak1McEApiditgMEudO4/edit?usp=sharing

Eliza Riorson is twenty years old. The war is over. The names Mia and Xaden Riorson are enough to make the highest ranking nobles shake in their boots and plead forgiveness for crimes they hadn't even comitted. For Eliza, they're simply, Mom and Dad. And oh, she longs to be like her mother. To Eliza, Mia Riorson is not a legend to be examined. Not a myth. She is a mother who chose love in a world that demanded cruelty. A woman who did what was necessary. A protector. A saviour. The woman who single-handedly prevented Navarre from destruction. And Eliza intends to be just like her. Aren has never belonged to the world of queens and councils. Sharp-tongued, freckled, and perpetually unimpressed by authority, he is known more for his irreverence than his influence. He laughs when he should bow. He questions what others accept. He notices what powerful people overlook. And he fell in love with Eliza Roy the moment she grabbed him by the ear and demanded answers. Or maybe when she tackled him for pulling her into the fountain. Or maybe a million other times. But Aren knows where he stands. Eliza Roy is a queen in everything but name. And Aren is just a boy who doesn't belong in her story. Or so he thinks. UPDATE SCHEDULE: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12LPfywtfjN7KRwOZjnUv2tGuak1McEApiditgMEudO4/edit?usp=sharing

#1 in Xaden Riorson Mia Roy was a middle school- and sometimes high school- history teacher. But she's also a normal human being, with normal human hobbies. Like reading. Specifically, romantasy books with morally grey male leads. So naturally, she's read Fourth Wing. But what happens when she falls- literally- into it? Suddenly, she's no longer dealing with bratty twelve-year-olds but with dragons, battle-training, and one very infuriating, dangerously attractive wingleader who has a knack for making her heart race. Basgiath may have dragons, but Mia's dealt with screaming eight-year-olds. Basgiath may have war, but Mia's dealt with staff room seating charts that insisted on putting her next to the creepy math professor. Basgiath may have the parapet and the threshing and a thousand other life-threatening situations, but Mia had dealt with The Lunchroom Debacle of 2023. #1 in Xaden #1 in Fourth Wing #1 in Meta #1 in Violet #1 in Xaden Riorson #1 in Empyrean #1 in Rebecca Yarros #1 in Violet Sorrengail #3 in Romantasy #1 in Iron Flame #1 in Onyx Storm Winner of the Cherry Blossom Fanfiction Awards DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FOURTH WING. THE SERIES IS OWNED BY REBECCA YARROS. SOME SCENES IN THIS BOOK WILL BE TAKEN FROM THE ORIGINAL BOOKS AS THE PLOT OF MY FANFIC IS HER FALLING INTO THE BOOKS. I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THOSE SCENES Started: September 16th, 2026 Completed: 28th March 2026 (with bonus chapters being published)

oc x ridoc from the fanfiction "Marked and Chosen: Ridoc Gamlyn" I promise its funny

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.