What really happened that night between Eris and Mor? And what if she wasn't the only victim? Azriel has been keeping up the guise that he's in love with Mor for centuries. It was the only way he could think of to stay close enough to her to catch a mistake. Eris Vanserra is infamous across Prythian, and especially within the Night Court, for being an arrogant asshole and a cold bastard. But how deep does that go? Follow along for mental gymnastics that make this crackship entirely possible.

A story of a women who one day woke up in a fictional world and as someone who shouldn't exist, Lady of Spring and Sister of the High Lord of the Spring Court. ship: Rhysand x Amara (eventually) following the timeline of A Court of Thorns and Roses, all rights belong to Sarah. j. Maas, except for the changes in the plot and my oc, Amara. (P.S., I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologise in advance, but please correct me by any means.)

ACOTAR AU Rewrite with Bat Boys x OC RH Matebonds! (No Archeron sisters in this fic) A forgotten heir. A land in decay. A girl born of storm and shadow returns to reclaim what was stolen. Arya hides the truth of her blood, her power, and the crown that once belonged to her. But as magic unravels and the courts fall to chaos, she may be Prythian's only chance at salvation. A legacy lost to time meant to shake the foundations of kingdoms. Fate is a cruel seamstress, and the threads of destiny can be cut, unraveled, but never forgotten. Summoned by forces she cannot yet name, Arya steps into a realm of gilded deception and unraveling myths-a land where thrones are won with blood, where secrets coil beneath silken words, and where masks hide more than faces. The courts murmur of a storm gathering, of shadows stretching too far, of something ancient stirring beneath the roots of the world. She is a blade tempered in exile, a ghost of a legacy buried beneath millennia's of silence. But some graves do not stay undisturbed. And as shadows rise and old magic awakens, one truth becomes clear: Not all crowns are made of gold. Some are built from the bones of the fallen. This story is 4 years in the making and I am overjoyed to be able to finally share it with you all! Best Rankings: #1 Rhys #1 Azriel #1 Cassian #1 ACOTAR #1 ACOTAR Fic #1 ACOTAR AU #1 Rhysand x OC #1 Cassian x OC #1 Azriel x OC

"The Cauldron Made me. But something older claimed me." Gaia Archeron was never chosen. Not by magic, not by fate. She was a girl who survived because no one expected her to. Until she died. And when death came, it didn't keep her. Not when an ancient power-older than the Cauldron, older than Prythian-answered a forgotten wish and pulled her back. Now, something stirs beneath her skin. Starborn. Hollowed. Changed. Not quite mortal. Not quite Made. But something in between. And the world that let her die is not ready for what she's become. OC X Rhysand ****Disclaimer**** This is a work of fanfiction based on the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas. I do not own any part of the original universe, characters, or settings created by the author. All rights to the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas and her publishers. Original characters, plotlines, and interpretations introduced in this story-such as Gaia Archeron and The Starborn Saga-are my own creation and meant for entertainment purposes only. This story is not intended for commercial use. First installment of The Starborn Saga ***Attention*** There will be some changes in the story line, but not enough that will mess with the original one.

Azriel, Spymaster of the Night Court of Prythian, was lonely. The long days, the missions... But what happens when he finally finds his mate, only to realize she is the daughter of an enemy long dead... Amara is living a new life in Velaris, desperate to hide who she used to be, who her mother is. When Azriel comes into her life, everything changes, and the both of them have to learn who they are, and fast, because something is coming for the both of them... I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS; THE ONLY ONE I MADE UP WAS AMARA. THE REST WERE CREATED BY SARAH J MAAS, AS WAS THE SETTING.

Rayna had spent years hiding in the shadows of the mortal realm, burying her power beneath layers of silence and secrets. There, a strong bond formed between her and a sharp tongued, Nesta Archeron. But peace never lasts, not when your name is whispered by fate itself. But what happens when her friend's sister comes back, no longer human? When the High Lord of the Night Court speaks of war and death?

We are but dust and shadows. Meant to crumble and fade but always there and forever to return. Monsters may be how the world sees us but that will never change how gentle your blood soaked claws have touched me. Or In which Alora Archeron fights with venom and fire to find out who she is when all she's ever known is bloodshed and hatred. She will shatter and break into a million pieces. She will hurt and bleed until there is nothing to give. She will hope and love until the stars die out. Without a master, without chains, without holding back. She will be. Freedom is at her fingertips, all she has to do is fight for it. Now if only she'd stop getting in her own way. What are we if not monsters? "I made myself into a monster for her, for them." "We're all monsters to someone." "There are worse monsters to serve." Main ship: Rhysand x OC x Azriel

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.

ACOTAR / RHYSAND X OC FANFIC What if a ruler from another realm stumbled into the Night Court? What if she were as powerful as Rhysand himself? Would they ally, rage war, or fall in love? This is based loosely on the ACOTAR plot line. Major plot lines are mostly followed, but if anything strays please remember this is loosely based! I do not own any of the characters or plots of the original ACOTAR series written by SJM.

There is a Pool of Starlight in the Spring Court. A piece of the Night Court that has no business being in the land of Eternal Spring. So how did it came to be? Or: How the Spymaster of the Night Court starts hearing a voice, realises that no, he is not insane after all, frees a princess, kills a High Lord... and finds his mate all at the same time.