╰┈➤ ❝ [Senna Archeron] ❞ (ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ) 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, the eldest sister of four, finds herself fighting for the lives of her loved ones as a fae war on the horizon arises. 𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜, slow-burn! acotar and onwards, heavy oc lore

Broken down by a war too young, Azriel was sure he'd always find himself alone and surrounded by his deepest fears. Desperate to find his purpose and place, he follows behind his brothers as they continue to live when he feels like he's drifting away. Could the one he had always wanted be his answer to bring the light to his past and present? Is there a hidden light in the shadows? Freyja, the daughter of the High Lord of the Night Court, finds herself too restless to live the docile Lady life she'd been groomed for. Nothing more than a promise of currency to the heir of another court, she's desperate to find any way out. Deciding between love or war, darkness or bloodshed, her fight is endless. Could they find comfort in each other's distress? An escape within each other in hidden shadows and suppressed desire? Do they have enough time to learn what what peace feels like? With a rivalry growing stronger beyond their control, could it all fall apart? Azriel x OC All rights to the characters of A Court of Thorns and Roses belong to Sarah J. Maas. All other characters belong to smplymxlfoy. My characters are based on nameless characters within the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe.

A story for those who wish Azriel more than shadows and silence-for those who long to see him find something real, something that feels like home.

** All rights to characters and plotline belong to Sarah J Maas, this is completely a fanfiction and I take no credit for the characters and places that Sarah J Maas has created** Born with wings that should not exist, Evanora (ev-uh-NOR-uh) has spent her life hiding in the shadows of Illyria. Concealed by her mother's desperate invention - a dark paste to mask the white leather of her birth - she learned early that survival meant silence, invisibility, and secrets. But when grief, fear, and fury spark a forbidden light within her, Evanora's secret can no longer remain buried. Hunted by her own people, she finds herself swept into the heart of the Night Court, where power, danger, and beauty are entwined. There she meets the Shadowsinger - unreadable, relentless, a warrior who sees too much. Tasked with training her, he becomes both her harshest trial and her most unexpected tether. Yet as whispers of war rise across Prythian, and the Autumn Court stirs schemes that could burn the realm to ash, Evanora must confront what she is, what she fears, and the truth of the bloodline her mother died to protect. In a court of fire and darkness, of love and betrayal, light may be her greatest weapon. Or her doom. [Also on AO3 under stvrlightt_cerys]

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.

If there was one thing that both Azriel and Zahra Archeron had in common, it was that they were both very good at blending into the background. They just never thought that their family were going to be the ones who never saw them at all.

AZRIEL × OC The city of Velaris has been breached twice - once by Hybern, and after that by someone nobody knows about. The magical shield protecting the city grew an enormous hole overnight, forcing the now peaceful Night Court into action. Strangely enough, no attack followed. Weeks passed in the search of whoever had eroded the powerful shield overnight but everything was useless. As the entire city grows agitated, a series of unfortunate events happened to the spymaster. Starting with him landing face first into a pigsty.

Heart Evangelina - The oldest of the Archerone sisters, but not a sister at all at the same time. Having led a life of luxury and wealth and building her reputation as one of the first and best female academics in the human realm, her dreams were snatched away in one night when the world was still on the brink of war with Hybern. Trapped in the dark and restrainted by her shackles that expanded from metal to motherhood, she moulded her dreams to be far greater than they were before because if there was something that Heart had never learnt how to do, it was to become smaller to accommodate others.

This is the story of a girl who had lost all hope, but who had learned to grow. A beautiful priestess who was known as Gwyneth, who had invisible scars and mental bonds choking her down-drowning her in the dark depths of her own mind. This is the story of a High Fae nymph with honey-amber hair, freckled face, and large teal eyes. This is her untold story of loving herself again, trusting others, making unbreakable friendships, and accepting the beautifully scarred outstretched hand. She was nothing, but now she is a warrior. She will be respected, she will be feared. All Rights to Sarah J. Maas. This story does have quotes and storyline from A Court of Silver Flames alongside my own writing and ideas.

Two hundred years ago Rhysand lost his mother and sister in a grueling murder. But what if that sister had survived? What if the head in that box was just a tree-stump, transformed to look exactly like her? What if she had instead been sold for her knowledge on the mysterious Night Court? And what if that sister would now, just a few years after the war, find her way back, but with agendas of her own? ****************************************************************************** "Alright, oh wise one, my need for wisdom has run out now, so you can be on your way now" I waved my hand. "That's cold" Rhys put a hand over his heart, " I thought we were having a big-bro-little-sis talk here." I rolled my eyes, but he slid an arm around my shoulder: "We both already know what you'll do anyway." "Oh, we do, is that right?" He nodded: "You always been so predictable, if you would write murder-mysteries everyone would know from the beginning who killed the victim." "That's weirdly specific, how long have you been sitting on that one?" I snorted. "Since you insulted my taste in art" he sniffed theatrically. I laughed: "You are one petty High Lord." "I don't even know what to say to that insolence" he shook his head.