REDAER INSERT IN WHICH a magical ministry historian finds herself entangled in blood supremacy and mystery. dive deep within each and every one of their personalities. TOM RIDDLE ABRAXAS MALFOY EVAN ROSIER I TIBERIUS NOTT NICHOLAS AVERY VALERIUS MULCIBER IVAN DOLOHOV MORDECAI LESTRANGE

Long before anyone thought to fear it, the veil between worlds had already begun to thin. Enough for old gods seeking justice to notice and take advantage of it. Rumors crossed borders, centuries passed, wars came and went and still the Faerie Realms and the Mortal Lands remained convinced that the distance between worlds was a law written in blood. Then, a deity found the fissure, and through it fell a woman from a world where Prythian had existed only in her imagination, carrying memories of wars already fought and futures yet to come. The price was her name, taken from her for eternity. Knowing a story and surviving inside it were two very different things, because the moment she arrived, the world began to shift beneath her feet. People were not quite as she remembered them, and choices bent in directions they were never supposed to take. Somewhere beyond what even the fae remembered, something ancient felt her crossing and turned its face toward her. This world had been waiting for her for a very long time. Waiting for the woman who would one day wield the Sun in her hands. For the Cursed Crown that would bow to no master it did not choose. And for a man born of shadows, irrevocably bound to her by the tongue of death itself. Azriel, the Night Court's Spymaster, is sent to hunt her, with every reason to believe the stranger who fell from another world may be the beginning of another catastrophe. Unfortunately for both of them, suspicion has never been particularly good at killing fascination. And perhaps, in the end, that is what this story has always been about: the nothingness that reached, at last, for something greater than ruin. 𓆩✴𓆪 Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence and mature themes. 𓆩✴𓆪 This is a slow-burn story. The protagonists do not meet immediately, and the beginning focuses heavily on worldbuilding and character development.

He is the Night Court's silent blade, a shadowsinger bound by duty and scars. But when dusk itself answers his call, desire and destiny entwine-and the walls he's built may finally begin to break. This is an Azriel-centered fanfiction, imagining the events after A Court of Silver Flames (incl. the bonus chapters), and featuring a new OC. Disclaimer: I haven't read Throne of Glass or Crescent City just yet, so none of the events in those series have been taken into account in this fanfiction. Let me know your thoughts about this in the comments! I would love to discuss 🩶

───✱*︎.｡:｡✱*︎.:｡✧*︎.｡✰*︎.:｡✧*︎.｡:｡*︎.｡✱ ─── Thalia was supposed to be ordinary - a merchant's daughter in Velaris, a warrior with no destiny beyond survival. Azriel was supposed to be untouchable - the Night Court's shadowsinger, the High Lord's Spymaster, a male made of silence, secrets, and restraint. But war has a way of revealing what bloodlines, bonds, and shadows try to bury. As Prythian fractures beneath ancient violence and hidden power, Thalia and Azriel are pulled into a bond neither of them expected - one built through loss, freedom, desire, and the kind of love that does not ask permission before changing everything. Canon-divergent Azriel x OC fanfiction. Mature themes. ───✱*︎.｡:｡✱*︎.:｡✧*︎.｡✰*︎.:｡✧*︎.｡:｡*︎.｡✱ ─── ╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗ He could barely breathe as the King of Hybern ordered his men to throw Thalia into the cauldron. Everything clicked into place at that very moment. Mate, mate, matematemate, Azriel's shadows whispered, shouted, screamed, BELLOWED. ╚═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╝ ༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆ Disclaimer: I do not own A Court of Thorns and Roses or its canon characters/world. All rights to ACOTAR belong to Sarah J. Maas. I only own my original characters, original plotlines, and original worldbuilding additions.

TWs: 18+, graphic violence (torture, etc.) mature language, sexual content, drug use Emotional damage may be caused, read at your own risk🤗 ••••• Katherine Black was born to rule. To command. Order and control were the rhythm she lived by, the structure she built her world upon. She knew exactly who she was, and so did everyone else. What she inspired wasn't fear, nor was it blind admiration. It was either respect, or a nasty type of jealousy. But there was always one exception. One infuriating, impossible, red-haired exception who refused to bow to her presence. Fred Weasley. So the question becomes: what happens when the Trickster falls for the untouchable Heiress? And what happens when he realises her destiny is far too great to comprehend?

She was supposed to return to New York. Instead, a diverted portal drops her from the sky and directly into Rhysand's arms, carrying thirteen concealed weapons and no knowledge that magic exists. The Night Court believes the armed human who crossed its wards may be a threat. She believes she has been abducted by an immortal magical intelligence agency. Neither side is entirely wrong. While Rhys searches for the truth behind her arrival, Raveena searches for a way home. But the deeper she is drawn into Prythian, the harder it becomes to determine who can be trusted, what her arrival set into motion and whether returning home will ultimately cost more than staying. An ACOMAF alternate universe featuring an original female character, ALTERED mating bonds, MULTIPLE POVs, and a SLOW-BURN romance. 18+ ||Mature Themes.|| Canon knowledge recommended. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, and core plot points belong to Sarah J. Maas. I do not own the ACOTAR universe. I only claim ownership over my original characters and plot alterations/character arcs.

Eternal: (adj.) Lasting or existing forever; without end or beginning Athanasia never complained about her situation. She never felt like she had the right to. A random event leads her to befriend a small boy. A boy that she believed she would never see again. His situation was heartbreaking, she knew that there are others that are more unfortunate just like him. However, this one encounter changes everything she expected of herself, gave her freedom when the world only wants to swallow her up. --- "Why are you doing this? Why are you befriending me? Though we met five hundred years ago, why do you still bring me into your life? So much can happen in that many years but instead of staying with your friends or finding other things to do, you're with me. Why?" I ask again. Though I don't like being so forward, I can't help it. I'm scared to hurt him. He shifts his gaze to me. His hazel eyes gleam into my blue ones as if he knows something that I don't. "You're right. I had five hundred years, five hundred years to stay with my friends and five hundred years to find other hobbies." He pauses, taking in breath. "But I had five hundred years without you, we only had two weeks together. And those two weeks were the best I've ever had. That's why I want to continue them-with you, Athy." --- Disclaimer: All ACOTAR characters and plot belong to Sarah J. Maas. My characters and scenes are my own work.

Daemati are feared and coveted throughout Prythian. Seren Marzena is one of the few among their ranks. When her power is revealed to Beron Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court, he is quick to take advantage of her. Beron no longer trusts his eldest son, Eris, believing him to be allied with the Night Court. Beyond that, Beron seeks several dangerous artifacts that are protected by members of the Night Court. He seeks the Dread Trove and the swords created by Nesta Archeron. It is up to Seren to infiltrate the Night Court and learn all that Beron wishes to know. Her task will be harder than it seems. The members of the Night Court are not what she expected and a certain Shadowsinger is always close at hand. Disclaimer: I do not own the ACOTAR series or the characters and places therein. I take credit only for this story and my original characters. This story takes place after A Court of Silver Flames. ALSO: If you haven't read the ACOSF bonus chapter featuring Azriel, I recommend doing so before starting this story. Warning: This book, while being a work of fiction, still deals with real elements. There will be chapters dealing with abuse, depression, gore, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. I will not go into overly explicit detail with these topics. Completed on April 11, 2021 My ACOTAR FanFiction Series Order: 1) A Court of Flames and Shadows 2) A Court of War and Sacrifice 3) A Court of Hearts and Stone 4) A Court of Wings and Fate 5) A Court of Ash and Necromancy 6) A Court of Snow and Storms 7) A Court of Stars and Memories Extra: Beyond the Books *UNSOLICITED CRITICS MAY BE MUTED* see bio

With the war against Hybern over, Prythian is finally able to breathe. That is, until four women are brought into a dream where they discover that they are more closely connected to the Cauldron than they once thought, and are now in grave danger. Things have awoken from deep beneath the earth. The power of the Cauldron broke the spells holding them back, and they are now on the hunt for it. They will stop at nothing until they have it. Monsters from another time, beings with enough power to reshape the world, and all they need is the Cauldron. Niana searches for those that share her connection, leading her to the Night Court. What she didn't plan for, though, was to be thrown into a past she desperately wished to forget. Secrets are forcibly brought to the light, and unknown feelings spark between herself and the one person she can't stand. ✩ ✩ ✩ "Take off your glamor," he said against my lips, voice rough. "I want to see it all," he whispered. I held a breath. "I'm afraid you'll hate what I am." "I could never hate you." ✩ ✩ ✩ Azriel x OC published on both Wattpad and AO3

Long before Prythian's fate was changed, the Spring Court had a forgotten daughter. Lady Rinaver, daughter of the past High Lord of the Spring Court and Tamlin's younger sister, possesses a power that few truly understand. Confined within the borders of the Spring Court and haunted by a past she refuses to speak of, she has spent centuries hiding secrets that could change everything. When Tamlin brings the human Feyre Archeron to the manor, Rinaver is overcome by an inexplicable resentment-yet can't stop herself from quietly protecting her. As old secrets awaken and destiny begins to unfold, Rinaver will discover that the greatest threat to her heart isn't within the Spring Court... it's waiting for her in the Night Court.