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    She wasn’t part of the plan. His grand plan for the future— become the number one Hero, leave all the extras in the dust, win every fight and stop scumbag Villains.

    That was all there was to it. There was never meant to be room for someone else to be a part of that plan with him. She didn’t belong in that plan. And yet…

    He made the mistake of looking at her again, finding her already staring back at him, pinning him in place with that heavy look of concern.

    Those eyes. A vibrant fuchsia, framed in lashes colored a rosy hue to match. But her pupils, they were a pale white, sharper than most ever bothered to notice.

    That was it.

    Yes, he was sure of it. It was her eyes. Those eyes had to be her real Quirk. They had to be.

    Because why else would staring back into them make him feel like this?

     

    Or, a sweet, bubbly, and oblivious girl ends up forcibly making a certain explosive blonde care about her, and throws off all of his future plans before they can even graduate.

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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 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—

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    Saving Olympus is hard enough when your best hero is missing and a Godkiller is stalking immortals. Add in one extremely persistent sun god, a fake marriage, and a 4,000-year-old prophecy Apollo has definitely not been obsessing over, and things get complicated fast.

    Or: Apollo learns that waiting millennia for your fated soulmate is one thing. Convincing her to actually fall in love with you? That’s another story entirely.

    Fake marriages, bad flirting, ancient prophecies, and one very determined sun god who refuses to stop being a wife guy.

     

    DISCLAIMER: This work does NOT use generative AI and is 100% created from my mind. I do NOT consent to any generative AI in relation to my fanfics or reworking/rewriting/referencing my writing in any other form of content.

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    30 Aug 2026

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    Arya knew three things with absolute certainty:

    1. Keep her identity a secret.
    2. Keep the wings hidden.
    3. Absolutely do not get tangled up with the Night Court.

    She has since broken all three.

    In her defense, nobody told her the Night Court came with three mates, a grim dog with opinions, and a prophecy older than the continent itself. Also in her defense, the last time anyone saw her she was six months old, so most of this is technically not her fault.

    A full ACOTAR rewrite — OC-centric, polyandry (OC X Rhys & Cassian & Azriel), slow burn, yearning, anti-Inner Circle, Virgin Bat Boys. Ancient lore. Plot twists. Therapy for everyone who's lived long enough to need it.

    DISCLAIMER: This work does NOT use generative AI and is 100% created from my mind. I do NOT consent to any generative AI in relation to my fanfics or reworking/rewriting/referencing my writing in any other form of content.

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    30 Aug 2026

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    It's the burn of hindsight, that fuzzy little thing called moribund that leaks into your marrow as you all take turns showering (they let you go first, unspoken, of course), and converge around the large meeting room where everything—including Simon Riley—was exposed. 
    Several drinks in, Gaz turns to you and says: never have I ever… had a gangbang before, and things quickly devolved from there. 
    (Well. You can scratch that off your bucket list.)

     

    it's a call of duty gangbang fic. that's all.

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