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She lay there, rigid and trembling, as he worked. Heart hammering against cracked ribs. Terror singing through her veins.
Who is Violet?
A fresh wave of nausea rolled through her, leaving her breathless and clammy. Pain flared deep in her chest, tearing another weak gasp from her battered lungs. The man immediately hushed her, mistaking it for fatigue.
"You’re safe," he murmured. "Rest. You’ll need your strength. The Riders Quadrant waits for no one."
Riders Quadrant.
The words sparked against the fog in her brain — a flare of something too sharp, too familiar. Then another word drifted up from the wreckage of her thoughts.
Basgiath.
Her mind seized on it instinctively — too fast, too desperate — and when the pieces clicked together like broken porcelain, when the knowledge slithered out of some buried place inside her, she almost vomited.
Basgiath.
The Riders Quadrant.From Fourth Wing, her mind supplied numbly. The book. The fucking book—
What–? What the hell was happening --?
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After Sara Everdeen awakes in Navarre, she has one goal: survive until she finds a way to go back home.
As she hides her real identity, Sara carefully uses her knowledge of the universe to get through the Riders Quadrant without disrupting the timeline. But she quickly realizes that reading about something is nothing like experiencing it.
Between friendships, hardships, war and even romance, little does she know that her presence alone might already be changing everything.
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My twist on the reader-insert trope.
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- Part 1 of the dimensions saga
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The smell of paint captured Xaden's attention, that strange girl who had saved them smelled of paint, a lingering trail, subtle, but unmistakable, he watched her once more curiously, his onyx gaze roaming over her, looking for any clue as to who she was. Her hands looked delicate, there he discovered the trail of colors staining her skin, an artist he supposed.
He notice flowers in her hair, her posture, her bright gaze, the way she smiled it was with such grace that it tightened his chest. Without any expectation the girl extended a flower toward him.
“Here” The simple act left him unsettled, almost still as a statue, disbelief and surprise clouding his features. Such a simple act and he looked like a child. His scowl and cold stare, the one he was already so comfortable with, seems to slip for a second
Who the hell was that girl?
“There you are.” she mutters with a smile, as if she had gotten what she wanted. Leaving him standing there, with the damn flower in his hand.
And he hates it. She couldn't be so many colors when his life was completely gray
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The Targaryen jewel by Kuffy
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
15 Oct 2025
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In the year 102, King Jaehaerys thought a lot. Age had taken its toll on him, but he was certainly not becoming an idiot. He accepted that sometimes he couldn't really recognize faces, and that he had often mistaken this Hightower girl for his daughter Saera. The old king never let his grief get to him, but now, with his 68 years of life experience, he realized that he had made a mistake.
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Jaehaerys changes the heir to the Iron Throne a year before his death, unwittingly changing the history of the Targaryens and the dragons.
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Where I Belong? by Geeky_Mind
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV)
29 Jul 2022
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Ever since she remembers, Valeria has been having dreams about people she has never met before. Hazy faces she couldn’t put names to – siblings, friends, enemies and the man she loved. She has no idea who these people are, but the only place that could find the answers was Mystic Falls. Female Harry. Drabble.