Bodhidurran Stories

𝒜𝓁ℴ𝓇𝒶 𝓁ℯ𝓃𝓃ℴ𝓍 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃ℯ𝓏 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐬 ✧ 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

"I'm tired of being afraid." He paused, studying me. "Then be careful not to trade one kind of fear for another. Melgren doesn't forget. Neither does General Sorrengail. Even if she seems to be the more forgiving one." "I noticed." Brennan's expression softened slightly. "For what it's worth, Xaden was proud of you." I looked up, startled. "He said that?" "Not in words," Brennan said with a faint smile. "But I know my brother-in-law. He doesn't defend people he doesn't believe in." When Brennan left, I sat alone in the flickering candlelight, tracing the lines of the map with my fingertips - the same ridges and valleys the Venin now crossed unchecked. I didn't want power. I didn't want war. I wanted peace. But maybe peace wasn't something people like me got to keep. Still, Bodhi's words echoed in my mind: You scare people who like control. For the first time, that didn't feel like a curse. It felt like armor. Bodhi Durran x OC

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Fourth wing stuff

a dragon without its rider is a tragedy. a rider without his dragon is death. fourth wing liam mairi x female oc

𝐃𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑, Andromeda Delacroix was born to break, forged in war's relentless fire, and molded into a weapon bound to serve. A dragon rider scarred by the love she could not save and the ghosts that cling to her, she wears loyalty like a noose, sharpens secrets into daggers, and twists love into a blade that carves through her own heart. She survived off the idea that one day, one day her rage would be witnessed by those who poisoned her with it in the first place. But as power whispers her name and the boundary between ally and enemy fades to ash, she must decide: command the fire, or let it devour her soul. 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒? [OC / BRENNAN SORRENGAIL] [FOURTH WING - ] [COVER: @strtdusty]

14 year old English school girl Alys Southwark falls through a rip in space and time and ends up in the grounds of Aretia. She meets dragons and all the Iron Flame characters, finding her own way in this new world. However, will her mysterious appearance in Aretia turn the tide of the war? Or will it cause its own problems...

𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 | ❝𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘶𝘱.❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇. . . 𝘢 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐍 𝐗 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐒

SIGNED TAKE CARE, BE WELL, WREN TRELAWNY "i'll be home just at any old time. the grave and the garden won't be satisfied, until your name's next to mine..." fourth wing garrick tavis x oc

And I realize, I've tasted blood and it is sweet, I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet, I've trusted lies and trusted men, Broke down and put myself back together again, Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters, Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors For as long as Aria can remember shes been "Dains Sister" But now its diffrent. Different because she met him. Bodhi Fucking Duraan

"All that time, I sat alone in my tower You were just honing your powers Now I can see it all (See it all) Late one night, you dug me out of my grave and Saved my heart from the fate of Ophelia (Ophelia)" - The Fate Of Ophelia, Taylor Swift OR IN WHICH Bodhi Durran didn't notice Briella Blackthorn until she stopped paying attention to him and started giving her attention to Aaric Graycastle. FANDOM: The Empyrean Series ERA: Fourth Wing - Book 5 SHIPS: Briella Blackthorn (Fem OC) x Cam Tauri/Aaric Graycastle © xoastorybynatxoxo, 2025.

Arabella Sorrengail was made for the riders quadrant. Quite literally, through blood, sweat a tears. She was forged to be a weapon since the day she could walk. Joining the quadrant, she meets a second year, one that she is forbidden to talk to but somehow can't resist. Garrick Tavis x OC The first few chapters might make you think this isn't a slow burn, but trust me you're in for a ride. started : 10/10/25 finished : ?

Eira Riorson was always meant to be a rider. Watching her father executed beneath dragon fire and bearing the marks that followed didn't change that fact. She was fierce. Calculating. Mysterious. Closed off. And viciously protective of her people and secrets. She was a force to be reckoned with, and fortress that couldn't be shaken. Or so she thought. All it took was one man's smile and restless persistence to crack the walls she spent years building. He showed her something she never believed in. Love. Their story wasn't some fairytale, but it was theirs nonetheless. This is the story of how Eira and Ridoc found their ordinary in a war torn world.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Charlotte Riorson fights to find her place in a war.

She came to survive Basgiath. But she didn't expect to become the weapon everyone fears.

They tried to break her. Torture her. Kill her. Instead, they forged her into a weapon. Now Eleanor Riorson-Tavis, Queen of Orlyth, wages war not only against the Venin, but against Navarre and the very gods themselves. The Balance is fractured, magic is unraveling, and with the Shadewing Den reborn, her name has become prophecy and curse alike. With Garrick at her side, Noodle in her shadow, and Nox and Chradh above, Eleanor has built an empire of monsters-and she will tear the world apart piece by piece to protect what remains of her family. Her kill count climbs. Her mercy burns to ash. Her humanity slips further from reach with every battlefield she leaves empty. But victory comes at a cost. And the deeper she walks into madness, the clearer it becomes: this was never just war. It is a reckoning. It is the endgame. Because Eleanor isn't fighting to save the world anymore. She's fighting to remake it. And when the dust settles, history won't call her hero or villain. It will call her what she has always been: Oblivion.

ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE! THE EMPYREAN. in which the last living descendant of navvare's old royal bloodline figures out her country's secret and puts herself through basgiath in an effort to expose the corruption in their government and possibly help overthrow them in the process. . . in which qadira tanis and dain aetos hate each other until they can't afford to anymore. . . ( qadira tanis&dain aetos ) ( minor oc&oc(s), minor oc&sawyer henrick, minor oc&ridoc gamlyn ) fourth wing─onyx storm ©️ atinyidea april 2025

"C'mon Travesty." "Is that why you gave me that name? Am I absurd and distorted?" Three hundred years of riders. The Valkorin bloodline, renowned for boundless courage and valour, have always been assets to their wings as riders. Tierney learned not to fear death, nor the god of death who only takes what she prizes and never returns. As a Valkorin, honour and pride come before fear. However, while she does not fear for herself, she is terrified for the lives of her loved ones. Grief haunts her, a name she can never see the face of again, a constant reminder of her loss and her weakness. The Rider's Quadrant, where her brother was murdered, will she survive? He knew her, before he even saw her. His description is accurate to the point it's terrifying. Tierney, even without his description, Bodhi knew who she was, her wandering eyes, her walk, her beliefs-each detail resembles the man who saw his face before his relic. A single promise leads him to leap off a cliff, seeking to become boundless and see her once more, his Travesty. "Oh, how dangerous it is to love someone so." "Don't make me think of you with someone else, Tierney, I can't take it, not when we're like this." travesty /ˈtravɪsti/ noun a false, absurd, or distorted representation of something.

"𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 I've been on my 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 the 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲."