Feyre was a High Lady. Nesta was a Valkyrie. Elain was a Seer. And she was the sister the Cauldron ruined and forgot. Invisible in a family of legends, haunted by nightmares no one noticed, she learned to stay quiet... to expect nothing. Except Azriel noticed. The Shadowsinger who never spoke too much saw everything-her pain, her loneliness... and the bond between them she didn't even know existed. And when the world decides she is the easiest one to break-Azriel will make them suffer for it.

Birdie had gone through most of her life as a military engineer within the Garrison Regiment peacefully. She didn't have to fight titans, just come up with weapons and contraptions that would prevent them from breaking down the walls that protected humanity. However, the discovery of a human having the ability to transform into a titan changed all of that, causing her to leave her current military position for a new, much more dangerous one. There, she meets Captain Levi. A cold, distant man who Birdie can't help but want to get to know. DISCLAIMER: I did not create all of these characters, nor did I come up with the major plot points! The credit all belongs to the wonderful Hajime Isayama :)

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚: 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. She saw herself as one could view the moon. Isolated from everyone, alone in the dark. A source of light for others and never herself. But he showed her the moon could be so much more. ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── When another war lingers nearby, the seven Courts are depraved of soldiers from the previous war. One day, the Shadowsinger of Night Court discovers something-or rather someone. He finds an Old God sleeping. He must awake her and together, they'll have to fight in the upcoming war. Is she enough to save Prythian? Awakening her comes with a risk. She could be ruthless and dangerous. But when he awakens her, he finds himself in a situation he would've never imagined. What happens after the war when he realizes her loves her? Is it too late? ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── She was alone and trapped. He was fragile and found her. She loved him and he saved her. But really in the end, it was she who saved him. An Azriel fan-fiction. All characters belong to Sarah J Maas except for Orpheus and Florence.

Azriel and Eris have been sneaking around for almost 500 years. Eris is tired of lying to his father, and Azriel is guilt-ridden from putting his mate in danger. When things go wrong on a visit to Autumn, Eris finds himself in a hard position. The two of them will have to find a way to survive in the new world. Based of a oneshot I wrote on my other story, check it out if youre curious Xx

Kallias's sister-the Winter Court's quiet heart. Sharp, composed, untouchable. She was born of frost and stars, raised in a palace of ice and silence after war stole too much too soon. All she has left is her brother. Her court. Her restraint. Then there's him-Eris Vanserra. Heir to the Autumn Court. Arrogant, unreadable, fire-forged and court-polished. A male everyone warns her about. A male who's burned every bridge handed to him... except the one that leads to her. Words fly like blades between them, and sparks fly faster. Something begins. Something neither of them dares name. Maybe opposites don't destroy each other. Maybe they were just waiting to finally meet.

𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 : ̗̀➛ In 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 the younger twin of Feyre Archeron has to fight through the thorns of roses just to survive. 〔Azriel x oc〕 ╰┈˚ · ° . slowburn! ˏˋ°•*First book in the *•° ˊˎ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 series ----------------------

She was Winter's frost-untouchable, unfeeling, unbreakable. He was Night's shadow-quiet, patient, and far too curious. When she catches the Shadowsinger slipping through her court, neither expects the spark that follows. Duty should have kept them apart, but fate has a cruel sense of humour. He is shadows and quiet devotion; she is ice and old scars. Yet the more their paths entwine, the thinner the line between warmth and ruin becomes. Because when Azriel looks at her, he doesn't see the cold everyone else fears, he sees the fire she's trying to bury. And when warmth finally finds her again, it looks a lot like him. Even fallen things can fly.

A bond forged in shadows and sunlight-she's the warmth he never thought he deserved, and he's the darkness that makes her shine brighter. From lacy secrets in bustling markets to whispered confessions in the quiet after battle, their love weaves through laughter, longing, and the fragile beauty of trust. It's a dance of quiet devotion and aching tenderness-a love so deep that even his shadows soften around her. A soft female with fire in her heart, and the Illyrian warrior who'd burn the world just to see her smile-together, they are light meeting darkness, and everything in between.

Isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? She was the heart of the Inner Circle-sunlight wrapped in quiet strength, always steady, always kind. But not his. Never his. At least, that's what Azriel told himself the moment the bond snapped into place... and he said nothing. He watched from the shadows, loving her silently, convinced he was too broken to be chosen. She kept smiling, kept hoping, never knowing why the male who always showed up was the same one who always pulled away. A story of two hearts quietly breaking beside each other... until one day, they didn't. One single thread of gold tied me to you.

Azriel, the Shadowsinger. Silent. Steady. Made of secrets and scars. His mate, bright, fierce, and full of fire, strong enough to love every piece of him. What began with kisses and quiet promises became something far more sacred-parenthood. From first cries to sleepless nights, tantrums laced with magic and lullabies whispered in the dark-they learn, they stumble, they love. He thought he knew what love was. Then he held his son. A story of shadows and lullabies, of fatherhood and healing, of a warrior learning he was never too broken to be soft. He was their shadow. They were his light.