"You look happy." Mara whispered, her voice scratchy from sleep. "So do you." Feyre whispered back. Mara searched her friend's face, thumb absentmindedly stroking Feyre's knuckles. "You deserve happiness, Feyre, so much happiness..." her voice trailed off towards the end. Feyre was not hers...and now she never would be. - This fanfic will be for all the books and they will all be published in here so you don't have to add multiple 'books' to your library. RysandxFeyrexOC. Will not be a love triangle(well it will be for a little while) but a loving triad. - Warnings for: everything already talked about in ACOTAR series as well as my OC abusive parent(only seen in brief flashbacks but she deals with the after affects), Amarantha takes a liking to my OC and certain things ensue...as well as torture. chapter 26 and 28 are the worst of it, you may skip those and it will not effect the story...I got carried away but I wanted to keep it in. Nothing explicit or detailed, only allusion to what happened or will happen.

Kenzie Archeron has always been the youngest. The smallest of four sisters. The one watching the door long after darkness falls, waiting for Feyre to return from the woods. The one with too much anger beneath her skin, too much love in her heart, and an unwavering devotion to the sister who has always been the tether keeping her anchored to this world. Where Feyre hunts, Kenzie waits. Where her sisters hurt, Kenzie remembers. And when someone she loves is threatened, Kenzie fights. But when Feyre is taken beyond the wall, Kenzie is left behind with nothing but unanswered letters, a growing rage, and a promise she refuses to break: If her sister ever comes home, Kenzie will be strong enough to fight beside her. She never expects that promise to lead her into Prythian. Into a world of High Lords, ancient magic, war, bargains, and monsters wearing beautiful faces. Into the Night Court, where the family Kenzie was born into slowly becomes intertwined with the family she chooses. And she certainly never expects him. Azriel-the Night Court's quiet, lethal Shadowsinger. A male who understands what it means to carry darkness without allowing it to consume you. A male who does not trust her easily, does not love her quickly, and somehow becomes the second tether of Kenzie's life. Feyre was the first. Azriel would become the other. And Kenzie Archeron would learn that devotion can be both the thing that saves you- and the thing that destroys you. A COURT OF ASH AND OATHS A story of sisterhood, found family, loyalty, rage, war, and a love built slowly in the shadows. An ACOTAR fanfiction following Kenzie Archeron, the youngest Archeron sister, and her journey from the cold cottage beyond the wall to the heart of the Night Court.

Lyra Archeron had always been the sister who endured. A marriage she never wanted. A husband who taught her obedience through fear. A life built around locked doors and carefully spoken words. Then the Cauldron remakes her. No longer human, and carrying a power even the Night Court does not understand, Lyra must learn what it means to make her own choices again. And Azriel, the quiet Shadowsinger who seems determined to remain at her side, may be the first person who understands that loving her doesn't mean saving her. It means waiting for her to choose him.

In the House of Wind, Feyre Archeron begins to rewrite her fate. Stolen from a wedding she didn't want, Feyre finds herself in the Night Court-surrounded by three dangerously beautiful males who refuse to let her go. As desire tangles with duty and power yields to passion, Feyre must decide what she truly wants... and how many hearts she's willing to keep. *** Alternate smut/erotica reverse haram storyline branching off part way through A Court of Mist and Fury. NSFW 18+!!! ***

Adria Archeron only had one goal in life. Survive. The Archeron reputation disintegrated right before her eyes. Over night her family's wealth and riches turned to ash and she was left to pick up the pieces. As the eldest, Adria was fortunate to gain a few skills before their descent into poverty. Alone she protected her family from both known and unknown threats. After one fateful hunt, her youngest sister Feyre unknowingly changed the course of their lives forever. Yet Adria's goal remains the same. Through her own life experiences she knew what hides in the shadows of men and bares the scars for it. I do not own any of the characters except my own. Sarah J. Maas owns A Court of Thorns and Roses and all the characters within her story.

After killing a faerie wolf in the human lands, Lyra Andersen and Feyre Archeron are dragged into the realm of Prythian as punishment. Captured by Tamlin, the high Lord of the spring court, the two girls are thrust into a world of beauty, danger, and secrets. Tamlin, unsure which of the two ended the fae's life, keeps them both under tight watch. As Lyra and Feyre struggle to adapt to life in the spring court, they begin to uncover whispers of a growing ancient shadow threatening all of Prythian-one that consume both fae and human alike. In a world ruled by courts and power, survival means more than staying alive-it means facing the darkness within and without. -Will follow most of the book with a few alternate plots and my character instead of Feyre. -eventually Rhysand/Original female character. Disclaimer: I do not own rights to A court of thorns and roses, all rights belong to Sarah J. Maas.

╰┈➤ ❝ [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

Eira Archeron wasn't cursed. Sure, her hair was as white as snow, flowers seemed to bloom wherever she walked, and the villagers whispered behind their hands like she might eat them in their sleep-but really, she was fine. Mostly. The youngest Archeron sister, she grew up barefoot and half-wild, watching her family tumble from wealth into ruin while quietly learning to heal and mend what others broke. Life just seemed to follow her around, and she followed it in return-mostly politely, sometimes with a little mischief. When Feyre was taken beyond the wall into the fae lands, Eira was drawn into a world older and stranger than she'd ever imagined. Confused, curious, and somehow still trying to keep her shoes clean, she would learn that life bends to her... and death is never far behind. ❀ acotar ❀ fem!oc x ??

Eira Archeron was neither a Valkyrie, nor a Seer, nor the High Lady of the Night Court. She was actually pretty much useless. The only thing she wanted was to be somebody's first choice for once in her life. Also known as: Azriel's shadows decide that if he doesn't treat his mate right... they'll just do it for him.

Eris Vanserra meets Thalia on Calanmai.... Completely unaware that she's the half sister of the Spymaster, Azriel. 18+