someone on tiktok said during threshing ridoc was wandering around screaming marco and aotrom finally replied polo and thats how they bonded and im CACKLING

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someone on tiktok said during threshing ridoc was wandering around screaming marco and aotrom finally replied polo and thats how they bonded and im CACKLING

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Andarna: so why did we all choose our riders?
Sgaeyl: his strength, courage and loyalty to those he loves
Tairn: I do not need to explain my choices to you
Teine: sheâs never been wrong in her whole life and neither have I
Feirge: her determination
Aotrom: heâs just really fucking funny!
âWhy did you choose your riders?â
Teine: Her strength and fierce protectiveness Cath: His ambition Feirge: Her determination Sgaeyl: His strength and ruthlessness Tairn: I do not need to explain my choices to you. Andarna: Donât be such a party pooper! I chose her because of her selfless protection, and because she has the mind of a scribe but the courage of a warrior. Tairn: Fine. She is the smartest of her year, with much cleverness and cunning. Aotrom: ...Heâs just really fucking funny!
Suppressed Bond
Ridoc Gamlyn x Marked!Reader, Set during Iron Flameâs land navigation class
You were widely known as the strongest bonded Dragon-Rider pair of your year.
You and Andell were something special. Your bond came from more than just a symbiotic use of magic. You are far from the only rider to establish an emotional connection with your dragon, but there was something about the way the two of you were there for each other that caused both people and dragons to take notice.
Youâd been reprimanded for taking time to just sit where you could with your dragon outside of class many times by various members of leadership both student and faculty. (Aetos could kiss your ass for all you cared and youâd said that to his face at least once). Youâd never told anyone exactly why you two were so close. Those closest to you could guess, but verbally youâd never told a soul.
Andell had lost his mate and hatchlings years ago. That emotional scar ran deep. You, a marked one, viscerally understood that pain when he told you about it.
For you, he filled the space your father would have had he lived. You were Andellâs chosen child. The two of you would go to the ends of the earth for each other, which was why, a certain new class your second year, affected you differently than most.
You should have known better than to drink from that canteen offered to you. When has Basgiathâs leadership ever done anything good for you and the others you were raised with?
But Violet, your current co-conspirator, drank it. She was the smartest of your squad, the Iron Squad, so you drank the strange tasting water right along with her.
What fools you were.
An oozing wrongness ebbed through you and you slowly started to panic.
âAndell? Any idea whatâs going on?â
Nothing.
âAndell?â
Not even crickets. Your Tyrrish family home that you visualized when channeling power and communicating with your dragon, was dark and empty. Cold. Likely a rendition of what it was now after what the Navarre government had done, or at least what you imagined it would be.
Your pleas for your dragon to answer you echoed through your mental space, bouncing off the walls, connecting with nothing.
You no longer cared for what the RSC and Infantry professors were saying. You were lost in your mind, screaming for Andellion, trying to push through this sinking feeling to find your tether to him.
Your squad squabbled with the infantry as it slowly sank in that your connection was temporarily severed to your dragon. Your chest ached. You felt sick. This was wrong.
Andell needed you. You needed him. Was he okay? What was happening to him? You had no idea. Was he as scared as you were? Dragons didnât get scared, but you knew better. Andell had to be losing his mind right now. You knew he feared for you a great deal due to the relic winding up your arm. He was even more nervous after Resson, rightfully so.
You had no way of telling him you were safe. He had no way of telling you he was, either. They could destroy either of you so easily right now, it wouldnât take much.
But the worst part, you missed him. Deep in your bones.
Heâd told you that you would never be alone again. Words you had needed to hear for so long. And theyâd taken that now too.
You hadnât realized you were shaking until a hand grasped yours.
âHey, come on, itâs not that cold out here! HeheâŚâ The voice speaking to you, the other rider holding your hands, paused. You heard a muffled calling of your name. Once. Twice.
The third time brought you out of your mind and your eyes up into unruly curls and chocolate brown eyes.
âYou okay, youâre shaking like you got told to cross Parapet again.â Ridocâs voice carried a modicum of humor to it, as it always did, but it was tempered now with concern.
You mumbled your answer.
âSorry princess, but I didnât quite hear you.â
âI canât reach him.â
The weight of your words paused Ridoc, one hand resting on your shoulder, the other holding yours. âYeah⌠none of us can.â
Your breath began to shake, tears lining your eyes.
âWhat if somethingâs wrong? What if he needs me? Or I need him? I havenât- I havenât felt this alone since before-â
Ridoc, the first youâve ever seen from him, got serious, gripping you tightly. âFirst, you were not alone before, you had the other marked ones, and youâre not alone now. Youâve got me. Iâm here, with you right now. Youâve got Vi, Sawyer, and Rhi too. Those infantry pricks and the healers too but they donât really count.â
âRidoc, I canât- I canât-â
âYes you can. Andell is fine. Aotrom is fine too. Weâre still here, so they have to be okay. And if what I know about your dragon is right, Iâm sure heâs making the professorâs dragonsâ lives a living hell right now trying to undo whatever they did to us. Look at me,â he said.
You hadnât not been, but he continued.
âBreathe. Weâve got you. Iâve got you. I promise youâll hear him again, okay? And if Grady doesnât undo this whenever this stupid RSC field trip bullshit is over, weâll make his life a living hell too. Okay?â
He held your gaze until you nodded. ââŚOkay.â
Ridoc smiled and helped you stand, not moving from your side as you rejoined the group.
âIs the traitorâs kid okay? Or do we have to waste more time on their melt down?â Calvin, one of the infantry cadets you were paired with, spat.
You had a retort on the tip of your tongue but Ridoc was faster, âHey jackass, maybe keep your mouth shut about shit you donât understand, huh? Weâre right behind ya.â
As a show of strength and outrage at his previous words, you took your relic arm and flipped that middle finger in Calvinâs direction.
Once the attention was off you, you whispered, âthanks Ridoc.â
âDonât mention it,â he said, sending you a soft but very much still boyish grin.
Eventually, your connection to Andell was restored and the relief you felt was intense enough you almost wept had it not been for the brave face you forced yourself to show in the presence of Professor Grady (because fuck him).
As soon as the Professors were gone, you and Andell rapidly checked in on each other, assuring each other and yourselves that the other was unharmed. So thankful to have your connection returned you spoke some of your half of the conversation aloud.
Ridoc watched you from the side, finding immense joy in watching your own.
âAnd you make fun of me for looks like that,â Sawyer commented as he passed.
Ridoc flipped his friend a playful bird, but otherwise did not deny what Sawyer was implying.
âYouâll have to tell her eventually,â Aotrom teased.
âI will. I donât think nowâs the right time.â
âAndellâs very protective of her. Youâll have to tread lightly.â
âWhen have I ever done that?â
There was a chuffing laugh in Ridocâs head as the dragon seemed to laugh, âWeâll figure something out.â
A/N: This fic now has a part two!
Aotrom is only 22. Ridoc is 22.
THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

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I love Xaden, I truly do. But my mind keeps turningâturning to just how fun of a partner Ridoc would be.
The inside jokes alone? Absolutely off the charts. You and Ridoc would be in the middle of a battle, dodging Venin attacks, and he'd crack a joke about how you still owe him five silvers from a bet you made last week. The worst part? Only your dragons would even come close to understanding half of what you two are saying. Everyone else? Helplessly confused.
And Aotrom? That little menace would probably tolerate you, but just barely. Like, he wouldnât immediately set you on fire if you got too close, but heâd definitely give a warning growl. Maybe a singed sleeve here and there to keep you on your toes. Ridoc, of course, would think this is hilarious. âHe likes you!â heâd say while you glare at him, brushing embers off your jacket.
You just know Ridoc would be the absolute worst with those âthe sex is so good, they got me down lock and keyâ jokes. Casually leaning on the sparring ring, arms crossed, smug. âWhat can I say? Iâd run, but theyâve got my heartâand my scheduleâon lockdown.â Youâd shove him off the ledge just to shut him up, and heâd laugh all the way down.
A relationship with Ridoc Gamlyn wouldnât just be romance. Itâd be trouble, comedy, and an ongoing battle of wits where neither of you truly winsâexcept for the fact that youâd be having the time of your life.
Ridoc: i hope my signet is something cool Aotrom: aight bet
đĽşđđ ridoc who falls head over heels in love with violets twin who is autistic and he's an absolute sweetheart to her, and helps her when she needs something and protects her.
Also their dragons are mated and aotrom is very over protective of her.
I had so much fun writing this. I hope this was written well. As a parent of an autistic child (diagnosed) and as someone who suspects herself and her other child are AuDHD but in the process of getting diagnosed, I really tried to represent this well. I also think in the Fourth Wing universe, at least in Basgaith, many mental differences are shunned or looked down upon, so I went that angle with this fic. Please give me feedback on how I did with this request. I also have some ideas for a part two so let me know if you'd like that! Thank you for your request though! I had a lot of fun working on it. :)
Own Worst Enemy - Ridoc x Sorrengail!Reader
Warnings: violence, death, dragon mate possessive behaviour
Word Count: 4,274
I sat quietly next to Violet, as she interacted with her- our friends. As much as they assured me that I was just as included as her, Iâd never really felt that way. I wasnât like her. I didnât know what to say, what to do? Always feeling a little bit lost when the group was together, like I was one step behind, too busy analyzing everyone to add my own input into conversations. Sometimes it felt like they only put up with me because I was Violetâs twin, and not nearly as breakable as her.Â
I was good with schoolwork and okay with challenges, at least good enough to hold my own and take minimal injuries; and my joints are stronger than hers, not popping and breaking under pressure. Perks of being a fraternal twin I guess. Our DNA isnât identical. No, something else in me feels broken. Something deeper. More substantial. Something I never talked about with anyone, ever.Â