𝐎𝐜 𝐱 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐮

Xaden Riorson x Elora Sorrengail (OC) Elora is violets older sister, who contains more power than anyone on the face of Navarre and Poromiel #2 in Violet Sorrengail - 28/11/24 #1 in Tairn - 26/11/24 #2 in Rebecca Yarros - 29/11/24 #3 in iron flame - 26/11/24 #1 in elegance - 26/01/25 #1 in Adarna - 26/11/24 #1 in Garrick travis - 26/04/25 #1 in Riorson - 08/12/24 #3 in ridoc 26/04/25 #3 in Rhiannon 26/04/25

Every heartbeat I touched stitched itself into me, burning threads of light under my skin. Some were fleeting sparks, gone before I could breathe. Others were storms, all rage and fire. But his - Liam's - was different. Unyieling. Fierce. It anchored me when everything else threatened to shatter me. I should have feared it. Bond this deep were dangerous. They bled, they broke, they destroyed. Fainne warned me that feeling too much could shatter even the strongest rider. And yet, when his hand brushed mine, when his presence steadied the chaos inside me, I craved more. More of his fire. More of his light. Even if it meant I'd burn. - A Liam Mairi x OC fanfiction. Friends to lovers. Angst. Slow burns. !DISCLAIMER! All characters (apart for the OC) belong to Rebecca Yarros

Rain was tingling my skin. Droplets of water were refreshing me, my body - my soul - all warmed up by the wave of anger that was making me boil. I was clenching my fists, throat sore by what I just finished yelling at his face. It seemed like a movie, rain and all. If it wasn't that my heart was aching and cracking. I looked up with a frown, waiting for any answer, a sign that he did care about me, that I was wrong. "As I thought. A coward." I spit out, ready to finish what I started, what we started long ago. That wasn't how this fight was supposed to end. But nothing ever goes as planned when George Weasley looks at me like that. At those words his eyes got wider, angrier. With a couple steps he fulfilled the distance between us, our bodies almost touching, electricity flaring between us. We've been circling each other all year - sarcasm, snide remarks, stolen glances. Now, with just inches between us, it's clear: we're both done pretending. This isn't about winning anymore. It's about surrendering. A smirk appeared on his face. "Say it again". He wasn't mad. He was hungry. And so was I. - A George x OC fanfiction. Friends to lovers. Angst. Slow burn. Emotional damage guaranteed. !DISCLAIMER! All characters (apart for the OC) belong to J. K. Rowling