Princess Clarke Tauri has always been a symbol - the jewel of the Serran Empire, second in line to a throne she never asked to inherit, trained in diplomacy, etiquette... and how to weaponize a smile. But when war bleeds across the continent and rebellion ignites in the shadows, her father sends her to Basgiath War College with one order: Watch. Learn. Do not bond a dragon. But Clarke has never been good at following the rules. Thrust into the brutal world of Rider Quadrant, she enters under her true name - publicly royal, infamously spoiled, and far more dangerous than anyone expects. Her peers whisper that she's a pawn. A liability. A crown with no place on the battlefield. Until she starts proving them wrong. With a sharp tongue, secret scars, and a fire that won't stay buried, Clarke begins to carve her own legend - and catch the attention of two very different men: Dain Aetos, the golden boy with loyal hands and a wounded heart... and Garrick Tavis, the scowling wing leader who sees too much and trusts nothing. But dragons don't bond to pretty titles or whispered threats. And as tensions rise between rebellion and regime, Clarke must decide what she's willing to burn to become more than a symbol - to become something real. Because in Basgiath, surviving is a choice. Becoming fire is a declaration.

Darilynn Riorson has spent her entire life in the shadow of her brother-the infamous rebellion heir, Xaden Riorson. When she turns twenty and is conscripted to Basgiath War College, she knows one truth for certain: the Riders Quadrant doesn't forgive weakness. Armed with a sharp tongue, a few equally chaotic friends, and a rebellious streak to rival her brother's, Darilynn is determined to carve her own legacy-not as someone's sister, but as a rider who earns her place in the sky. But Basgiath is more than a school; it's a crucible of secrets where death waits behind every parapet step and trust is rarer than dragonfire. Then there's him-the hidden crown prince of Navarre, living under a false name. Cold, calculated, and infuriatingly untouchable, he embodies everything Darilynn swore to hate. Their rivalry burns hotter than dragonfire... until battle lines blur and sparks ignite something far more dangerous. As war looms and ancient magic stirs beneath Basgiath's walls, Darilynn must decide what-and who-she's willing to fight for. Because surviving the year might not be enough. Not when the truth could burn down the kingdom... and the one person she can't afford to lose. All rights to Rebecca Yarros, I only own my OC's Fem OC x Male OC

Tatum Maddox, a fiery red head girl who most would consider an outsider after recent events. One wrong turn and the girl who was once sweet and full of energy becomes a shell of herself and nothing like who she once was. And she's not the only one. Harris Bowers might have been a bully to everyone else, but not her, at least not until his mother passed.

He wasn't mine and I wasn't his but he was so good at making me feel like we belonged to each other. MOTORHEADS PREQUEL CHRISTIAN MADDOX x FEM!OC © 2025

He races for glory. She was raised on rules. Their worlds were never meant to collide - until he started climbing through her window. Harris Bowers is the golden boy of Ironwood's underground street racing crew: fast, fearless, and completely off-limits. Especially to her - the crew boss's daughter, known as Christian Maddox, the infamous street racer in his time. She's the rule everyone knows not to break. But rules mean nothing when it's midnight, her window's unlocked, and his mouth is on hers before she can stop him. They're a secret written in the tires, the smoke and the lies, one wrong move away from wrecking everything. And the longer they keep hiding, the harder it gets to let go. Because in his world, danger comes fast. And she's already in too deep. harris bowers x crew boss' daughter

"You don't beat the Crimson Flame. You just pray she doesn't burn you next." In a town built on fuel, legacy, and bloodlines, Levina Davenporte was never supposed to get her hands dirty. Born into old money and even older expectations, Levina walks the Ironwood High halls like royalty-effortlessly magnetic, untouchably poised. She wears privilege like a second skin, but behind the curated confidence is a girl suffocating under the weight of a name everyone either worships or fears. Then there's Harris Bowers. Loud, reckless, and infuriatingly charming. The life of every party, the reigning king of Ironwood High, and the kind of boy who was born with a steering wheel in one hand and the world in the other. He doesn't build cars, but he knows how to drive like the devil's at his heels-and everyone knows his name. From the second their worlds collide, it's all fire and friction. Banter sharp enough to draw blood. Glances that burn. And beneath all the bravado-something raw and real neither of them saw coming. But their connection is dangerous. Old family rivalries still hum beneath the surface of Ironwood, and the Bowers-Davenporte tension goes deeper than either of them realize. Secrets unravel. Loyalties are tested. And Levina finds herself caught between the life she was born into... and the boy who makes her feel like she's finally living-and Harris might not just steal her heart-he might ruin her name. In a world where engines roar louder than apologies, and love is as dangerous as the roads they race-Levina Davenporte will have to choose: the path laid out for her, or the boy who was never part of the map. This is a story about fast cars, slow burns, and the kind of love that demands everything. Even your name. Female OC x Harris Bowers (takes place season 1 of motorheads)

Kamari Riorson has survived her first year at Basgiath War College. After being sent a year early by General Melgren in the hopes of killing her that way, she's proven everyone wrong. Against all odds, she came out victorious every single time. Except for the one time it truly mattered. The Battle of Resson took everything from her. Her hopes of convincing Navarre's high leadership to help. Her confidence in the strength of her own powers. Her one reason not to see the worst in everything. Liam Mairi was the one to die in the Battle of Resson, yet it feels like a part of Kami faded away right there with him. When she returns for her second year at Basgiath, will she crumble without him there to pick up the pieces, or will she find a way to keep going? Will she let the world eat her alive, or will she manage to rise above every challenge thrown her way? Read sound of silence to find out. {Second installment of my fanfiction set in the Empyrean universe} {Aaric Graycastle x OC} {Slow burn}

Requests OPEN I write for: Aaric Graycastle Bodhi Durran Brennan Sorrengail Dain Aetos Garrick Tavis Liam Mairi Ridoc Gamlyn Sawyer Henrick Xaden Riorson

Sloane Mairi refuses to call Dain Aetos "wingleader." Dain calls her "brat" like it's a promise. What starts as a power struggle turns into sparring bruises, whispered threats, and one very filthy discovery-they like pushing each other. Just not in public. ___ "You gonna make me behave, Wingleader?" "No. I'm gonna make you beg." --- "You gonna punish me for being a brat?" "No. I'm gonna make you earn it." --- "Say it again." "No." "Say it." "Please, Wingleader..." ___ She's chaos in flight leathers. He's control in human form. Together? A slow-burning disaster you can't look away from. Also published on Ao3 Story is finished already and I will be adding chapters as fast as I can <3

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ˏ ongoing iron flame ── onyx storm ... ❝ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 ❞ female!oc 𝒙 dain ateos