"I happen to live in a manor, alone. You and Lyra will come and stay with me until you sort this shit out." "Theo..." "Before you even say oh theo I couldn't possibly impose, you two would practically have your own wing. There is too much room at Nott Manor and I for one would be glad for the company of two beautiful women." . . . What happens when Theodore Nott takes in his best friend, single mother Hermione Granger? Chaos ensues. Draco, Theo, Blaise, and Pansy are in for the time of their life as they help their favorite Gryffindor Golden Girl navigate motherhood all while trying to figure out just who is Mini Granger's father.

Gwyn and Azriel's journey right after the events of ACOSF. Offered a position within the Inner circle, Gwyn is now assigned her first mission, with the infamous, shadow-singer. This is a story that will be written truly from my heart. Gwyn captured me in a way that is indescribable. Her story is worth telling and I will try to write it with full awareness. If you are a reader, and feel that I am not tackling her mental health in the proper manner, please feel free to send me a message. Follow me on tiktok: @loloauthor 107 k words Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/57cgAH56i92QCbZNFUe0Gi?si=PvegCjHdSMiTVF0uqVqTsQ

Lucien inclined his head, lowering his voice, "Tamlin convinced Amarantha to spare my life, but instead he had to bestow me with twenty lashes." Elain's eyes widened in surprise. Tamlin had whipped him? No doubt taking note of her expression, Lucien shook his head, "It's in the past." Elain felt a surge of anger-no, fury, wash over her. **A prequel to my upcoming Elucien Novella "Fox & Fawn" where Elain discovers what Tamlin did UTM to her mate**

-all characters belong to Sarah J Maas- Azriel held his breath, waiting for the blow. Waiting for whatever torture was to come. "I need my shadowsinger to be able to walk into battle should I require such," said the Death God airily, as he arrived at Azriel's back. The sword scraping against the stone stopped abruptly and Azriel straightened in his chains. "I don't, however, need you to fly." Azriel turned his head to protest, anything but his- But Koschei had already hefted his sword and with both hands brought the blade down severing Azriel's wings from his body. Azriel cried out in a broken voice that pierced the night *** After the battle with Koschei leaves Azriel without his wings, he is a shell of his former self. No one can seem to pull the shadowsinger back from the edge... But Gwyneth Berdara, his mate, has never been one to back down from a challenge. Loosely inspired by Tower of Dawn. Angst with happy ending! Check TW in beginning comments.

A completed Gwynriel mini-series w/ HOSAB spoilers 4 parts _____________________________________________ "Do you think she'll do it? Put all her bets on my theory?" Lifting his stare, Azriel arched a brow at Gwyn. "If it were your mate, wouldn't you risk everything even for the chance to reunite with them?" Gwyn's eyes softened, her wry smile becoming something gentle as she locked her gaze with Azriel's. "I would." "I would too," Azriel replied with a slow nod.

550 pages complete - daily updates coming 7/18 The insinuation didn't make her mad. It didn't comfort her. But it did strike a chord. "My instincts are the only reason I'm alive. They're why those children in Sangravah survived." Azriel descended to the grounds of the river house. "Then perhaps you should listen to them." He set her down gently and the moment she opened her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "I told you I would wait. I meant it." His words rendered her dumbfounded. They were the words of a male devoted. A male who knew her far longer than Azriel had. But she didn't reject them, because her tears over his broken body had been the tears of a female who had lost a part of their soul. A female bound to him. "Shall we?" said Azriel, gesturing up at the river house. And Gwyn nodded, for she knew no words. *cover by lowkeystruggling*

An Elucien Holiday Novella Lucien still didn't look at her. "I have spoken with Feyre. She, as you know, has spell-cleaving abilities - far greater than my own." Another deep shuddering breath. "And she has agreed to break our bond." Elain froze in her seat. Her mind wiped of all reason. Of all words. Lucien continued, "Tomorrow." Elain's heart stuttered. He finally met her eyes, and a warm smile spread on his lips. Warm and comforting and sincere. It made Elain sick. Lucien stood gracefully and held out his hand. Numbly, Elain placed her fingers in his palm. Then he raised her knuckles to his lips, just like a knight in one of the books that Nesta read to her as a girl. Just like a prince. Just like a gentleman. "Happy Solstice, Elain." And he left. *** All chapters uploaded 130 pages, approx 40 K words

**Inspired by OUTLANDER - Daily releases starting 4/09 -- 480+ pages complete** Following the events of ACOSF, the Valkyrie must answer for their victory in the Blood Rite and face trial before the Illyrian Tribunal in Windhaven. Corporal punishment is certain, but there is one way around it for Gwyneth Berdara: Marriage. "As Gwyneth Berdara's husband, I invoke the right to accept whatever punishment is determined on her behalf." Slowly, the three Magistrates' heads swiveled to Gwyn. The priestess swallowed hard. "Miss Berdara," Crispin said, "You can confirm that you are the wife of Spymaster Azriel?" She did not hesitate. "Yes." Celio's brows furrowed, while Crispin exhaled heavily. "Thank you, for confirming, Miss Berdara," Fabius said, his voice slick with mock amiability. "Please note that we reserve the right to call your union into question if we find justification." He shifted his attention to Azriel. "Sustained, Spymaster Azriel." A special thanks to Avery (@freckles_and_fiction on tiktok), Sarah (@rosebudmode on tiktok) and Taylor (@taylorsbooktoks on tiktok) for beta-ing this fic.

"Mother, are you using me to make the shadowsinger jealous?" Lucien asked, trying not to snicker. When he looked back down at Elain he found her face had paled - her lips were pressed in a flat line. The expression of someone who knew they'd slipped up. Lucien rolled his eyes. "Did you believe I was laboring under the illusion you were not pursuing his affections, lady?" Elain's mouth opened and closed and she fumbled their steps briefly before Lucien steered them back on track. "It- How long have you known?" He snorted. "Both of my eyes see just fine." Elain's troubled expression softened into puzzlement. "But you never..." He arched a single brow. "I've never caused a scene? I've never objected to another male pursuing my mate? I've never gone on a bloody rampage snarling about how our lives are woven together by fate itself and as a result I'm entitled to your heart over a brooding, emotionally unstable spymaster? Hm?" Elain bit her lower lip and Lucien was surprised and pleased to realize she was holding back a grin. "Something like that." **Elain and Lucien deal with the repercussions of a one night stand**

"Just that the feeling is mutual. The same way you can't lose me?" Gwyn shook her head. "I can't lose you." The shadows on Azriel's shoulders wriggled down his arms, coming to wind around Gwyn's wrists like an affectionate pet. "Berdara, you're not going to lose me." "What if Beron tries to-" Azriel lowered his voice, "Beron Vanserra is an old fool, too blinded by his lust for power and insecurities to see that his ruin is right under his nose." ____________________ Sequel to "Trial of the Valkyrie" -- A few months after her brush with death in Illyria, Gwyneth Berdara's Vanserra magic reaches its breaking point. Together, the Valkyrie and the Shadowsinger travel to the Autumn Court to uncover the mystery behind her unruly power. But when Beron learns of Gwyn's lineage, will his machinations tear her and Azriel apart? **Daily updates starting 2/17/2023 w/ teasers on my TikTok/IG @readthesefics