I spent fifty years avoiding my cousin and his family. Sitting here opposite of the most beautiful male I'd ever known, I cursed myself for those years. I could have met Azriel, Shadowsinger of the Night Court, a little sooner. After a lifetime of struggling to survive, Alya Song finds herself being dragged to an execution post and tied up by a War Lord of the Illyrian War Camp, Alhallow. After the weeks they'd spent torturing her, she had no fight left. So she closed her eyes and tried to think of a better place. Her mother had told her stories of a city with music and magic and light, with joy echoing in the streets, day and night. So, with death threatening to strike, she dreamed of the City of Starlight. She didn't expect to actually end up there, amongst her second cousin and his family. She didn't expect to be dragged into their ranks just as a War was brewing. And she certainly didn't expect for them to ask for her help. But then again, Rhysand, Feyre, and the Inner Circle were never the people they pretended to be, so 'unexpected' was a given.

In a world surrounded by evil and shadows, a young healer's defiance becomes legend. When Vaela Thorne is dragged to the Mountain, a place of nightmares ruled by a monster in silk and blood; her fate seems sealed. Scarred, silenced, and stripped of everything but the fire in her veins, she refuses to kneel for a self-proclaimed 'High Queen'. But night watched her from the throne's edge: Rhysand, feared High Lord of the Night Court, whose cruelty is matched only by the secrets behind his eyes. The High Lord recognizes her as the ghost of a female he would dream of; he then takes her as his 'pet', where Vaela and Rhysand are forced into a deadly dance of masks and a bargain, where every lie hides longing, and every touch is edged with danger. When they shattered the chains from Amarantha, and Rhysand calls upon their bargain, he takes Vaela to his Court. Where they both fought to know and find freedom once more. But Prythian was never truly free: an ancient evil darkness stirs in the forgotten corners of the world. Not of this realm, hungering for destruction, it's gaze fixed upon Vaela and the secret she carries deep in her soul. Now the fate of courts and hearts hangs in the balance. And as love blooms in the heart of night and war shadows the horizon, Vaela must reckon with who and what she truly is. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Ranking history: #1 in acourtofthornsandroses #1 in rhysand #1 in cassian #1 in romantasy #1 in throneofglass #1 in elf ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ •Rhysand x Main OC and eventually later on through the story: Azriel x OC and Cassian x OC. •This story will have a different story plot than the original. •Story is 18+ only. •Peep my patreon for 'Fated' content and spicy art ;) •DISCLAIMER: All rights of the ACOTAR universe belong to Sarah J Maas except for my OC's.

"Why do you call me starlight?" "Because you fell from the heavens like a shooting star. You're a gift from the Gods, a wish we didn't know we shared. Our starlight." ☆ ☆ ☆ Theia Leclair was completely ordinary (much to her dismay). Like fellow readers, she craved fictional adventures and the comfort of imaginary characters. However, when fiction meets reality, Theia suddenly is spiraling into the arms of multiple fae mates. Will she accept her unexpected fate? Or will she attempt to return to the world she once knew? ☆ ☆ ☆ Rhysand x oc x Feyre Cassian x oc x Nesta Azriel x oc x Elain

𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚕𝚒𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 ✯¸.•'*¨'*•✿ ✿•*'¨*'•.¸✯ 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. ✯¸.•'*¨'*•✿ ✿•*'¨*'•.¸✯ 𝚌𝚠: 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚖𝚞t, 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"

The Spring Court sounds like a place of beauty and peace, but it hides an ugly secret. The night Tamlin and Rhysand became High Lords, the Spring Court lost more than just it's leader. Dove, Tamlin's younger sister, disappeared and hasn't been heard from since. When the Night Court and Feyre liberate the souls from Under the Mountain, a very special woman is found far below the throne room. 300 years prior, Dove and Azriel work to try and find the answer to Dove's lifelong question, why can she commune with the Mother? Relationships and long held beliefs are tested as their journey progresses. Smutty! Spicy! Mature Audiences! TW: SA *takes place after the events of A Court of Mist and Fury. Events will not be book timeline accurate. Premise is not favourable to Tamlin.* All characters (other than my OC) belong to Sarah J Maas.

Iraden has lived in Velaris her whole life, in the silvery pools gifted to the Sirens by Rhysand's father, the High Lord before him. It wasn't the only thing she had to thank the High Lords of the Night Court for. For 100 years Iraden and her mother managed to keep her a secret, but what happens when Azriel, the Spymaster of the Night Court, and one of Rhysand's right hands, stumbles into where she works one day, a fast and unusual relationship taking root. Azriel is in desperate need of grounding, having drifted so far away in the past 50 years after the wars that he cannot find his way back. Iraden is in desperate need of freedom after spending her entire life hidden from her true nature, and her father, Rhysand, who is beginning to worry that Nyx isn't taking on the particular glow that the High Lord's heir should take. Will Iraden embrace who she was always meant to be? Will she dare to dream that big?

Heavy is the Heart. ACOTAR FANFIC Bat Boys 𝔁 Fem!oc 2024 © rosie

A millennium ago, the Cauldron chose Canna as its Keeper. At all times, she can feel its presence, hear its whispers. She traverses the faerie realms as a lesser fae, glamoured to appear weak with hopes of staying hidden and free from those who wish to use her. She successfully does so, until the King of Hybern learns of who she is and wants her powers for his own. Set two centuries before the events in A Court of Wings and Ruin, he will stop at nothing to get what he wants: control of the human lands once again. *Azriel fanfiction!* (book #1) #1 in #acomaf (May 2021, June 2021, Aug 2021, Nov 2021) #1 in #cauldron (May 2021, Aug 2021, Sept 2021, Oct 2021, Nov 2021) #1 in #acowar (Nov 2021) #1 in #feyre (May 2021) #1 in #illyrian (May 2021, Sept 2021) #1 in #fae (June 2021) #1 in #sjmaas (June 2021, Aug 2021) #1 in #faeries (Aug 2021) #1 in #Hybern (Oct 2021, Nov 2021) #1 in #shadowsinger (May 2022) #1 in #Nesta (June 2023) Disclaimer: Characters, settings, and ideas are from S. Maas ACOTAR series. I do not own them!

**This is a fanfiction of Sarah J. Maas A Court of Thorns and Roses Series, not cannon** During the war against Hybern, the Cauldron was broken apart creating a rift in time and space itself. The Cauldron, a thing of pure power, capable of wiping out life itself. Thanks to the sacrifice of Feyre and Rhysand, the Cauldron was reformed and hidden once again. But no one ever bothered to consider if the Cauldron let something, or someone, in and the cost it would have. **This story contains themes that may be difficult for some readers. However, SJM often uses difficult subjects in her books. Enter at your own risk.**