Red was never meant to linger. Task Force 141's blade in the dark, she was the quiet assassin with a taste for knives over bullets. When orders force her into KorTac's world, she's trapped among Horangi, König, and Nikto, men she was raised to hate. They don't want her there any more than she wants to be there. To her, they're nothing but wolves circling, waiting for her to slip. Until they find themselves watching her too long, listening too closely, and realizing that the woman they swore they'd never trust is the one they can't get out of their heads. Enemies don't fall in love. They fall into war. And Red's about to find out just how dangerous it is when the men she once despised decide they can't let her go. |CWs: SMUT. Reverse Harem. MxM. Non-canon.|

A prequel to "Absolutely Not" which follows Simon's year between that fateful October date and Kelsey's return to 141's base. We know what Kelsey's year was like when she hid in Russia, but what about Simon when he was healing? Is there something he's not telling Kelsey?

・❥・ She thought maybe she was okay with being wicked. That she was so angry, so desperately, bitterly livid. She thought perhaps there were pieces of this world that deserved her wrath. Her wickedness. Some souls who deserved to be snuffed out. ・❥・ Cirsei Silvaeus had run away from home. A "home" that was much more akin to a prison, a crypt within which she would waste away to nothing. Cirsei's father, Valentine, had been keeping her under his thumb ever since the death of her mother. Regarding her as little more than an object, a piece of property which could turn him a profit, he subjected her to wretched, unspeakable cruelty. Her escape had been impulsive, fueled by the desperation harbored only by those who were fighting for their lives. She does not make it very far before crashing into an Illyrian general who, to her dismay, pulls her into his world. Surrounded by new faces, a new city, and a new sense of uncertainty about her future, Cirsei feels she has traded one prison for another. She will come to learn that this could not be further from the truth - but this lesson is not without its growing pains. Takes place shortly before Under the Mountain. OC x Bat Boys x ??? #1 in acourtofthornsandroses #1 in rhysand

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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

𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐀 | ❝ A blank space, a missing part. ❞ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ You drew memories in my mind I could never erase. You painted colors in my heart I could never replace. ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ╔══════════════════╗ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 two souls meet during dark times. Who grow to love each other dearly find they have a missing piece to their bond. A missing piece that they desperately want filled. After so long they finally find the missing piece... another mate. ╚══════════════════╝ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── She talks about you like you put the stars in the sky. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ A sky full of stars and they were staring at each other. Lost in one another. ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒─── 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ↝★↜ 𝘙𝘏𝘠𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘹 𝘍𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘓𝘌!𝘖𝘊!𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘹 𝘍𝘌𝘠𝘙𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘖𝘕 ↝★↜

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 | ❝ When I met you both I felt something ignite within me. Within my very soul. ❞ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 a young female collides with two unique souls. And with their collision something ignites within her. Something bright and powerful bursts to life within her... within them. ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ───𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒─── 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↝☆★𝘼𝙕𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙇 𝙭 𝙁𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀!𝙊𝘾 𝙭 𝙓𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉★☆↜

Ever wish Rhysand was morally black? Rhysand, the master of the Court of Nightmares, had sent shifters to patrol the border to the human lands. When a human kills a fae in the form of a wolf, Feyre is brought before her new master as his prisoner.

Bridgeton/Pride and Prejudice meets Azriel our beloved Shadowsinger and this author will tell the story of a Prideful noble lady and a spymaster who hates her. Azriel, the battle-worn Shadowsinger of the Night Court, has spent centuries in war and darkness. He has no patience for noble games, no desire for politics. But when Rhysand arranges his marriage to the infamous Jewel of Prythian-an effort to mend ties with the Spring Court and keep Azriel from dangerous affections-he is forced into a world he despises. Liora, daughter of the Dawn and Spring Courts, is everything he is not: a highborn beauty, the perfect courtly lady, untouched by war. To Azriel, she is spoiled, vain, and frivolous. To Seraphine, he is a brute-cold, scarred, and lacking any grace beyond the battlefield. Forced into marriage, they are trapped in a battle of wills, neither willing to bend. But peace in Prythian is fragile, and war is never far. Whispers of old enemies emerging from the shadows threaten the stability of the courts. As political tensions rise, Azriel and Liora find themselves at the center of a deadly game-where their union may be the only thing holding Prythian together. For beneath Liora's silks and diamonds lies a mind as sharp as his blades. And beneath Azriel's shadows and scars is a longing he never dared to name. Enemies by fate. Lovers by scandal. Can a warrior of darkness and a lady of starlight survive the storm ahead-or will their pride and prejudice tear them, and Prythian, apart?

BOOK 3 OF THE QUEEN OF BARGAINS SERIES "Selene would believe anything he wanted her to. Rhysand was an excellent liar." - Book 1 "My power is the truth." Mor said. "But whose truth" "Now that's the question isn't it?" - Book 2 Who can a lone human soul trust when the truth is just as relative as time and space.