being the youngest archeron sister often meant that you were the forgotten one, no one ever saw you, until he did. Azriel x Archeron!OC

Born the only daughter of Lord Devlon, she grew up on the outskirts of power-always watching, always fighting for a place no one wanted her to have. While her brothers trained to conquer, she learned to endure-and taught herself to dream. They called her foolish. Said her wings were just for show. But Azriel has known her for years-long before power shifted, long before she ever dared to hope. And in all that time, he never once looked away. He calls her Butterfly-not because she's fragile, but because he sees what no one else will, the strength it takes to fly when the world keeps trying to pin you down. A story of a girl no one believed in-and the male who always did.

They were never supposed to work. The spymaster of Night. The heir who swore he'd never be like his father. The High Lady of Autumn. Bound by a rare mating bond, entangled in politics, duty, and desire. Together, they were something sacred. Something secret. Until unrest in the Autumn Court begins to rot everything they've built. Whispers become threats. Loyalty fractures. And love-real, messy, consuming love-might not be enough to hold them together. A story of power, sacrifice, and the kind of love that refuses to be quiet. Of three souls fighting not just for a court but for each other.

She was a weapon no one knew how to use safely-not even herself. Born with the power to manipulate and amplify emotion, she could inspire love, spark loyalty, and summon rage. But the more she fed, the more it hollowed her out. What began as a gift became a curse, pulling her into a spiral of addiction, desire, and destruction. A path marked by every sin the heart can bear. Pride, gluttony, wrath, sloth, envy, greed, lust... she lived them all, wore them like a second skin, until there was nothing left but the ruin she became. Azriel saw it all-the damage, the danger, the brilliance buried beneath. And still, he stayed. She thought she was made to destroy. He knew she was made to feel. And he would wait forever to be the one she finally let in.

"She is proof you can walk through hell and still be an angel"- R.H Sinn The powerful and feared ice wielder, Raina Zor comes to Night Court on a bet from her High Lord and Lady in Winter Court. Best friends with The Morrigan, she becomes soul-siblings with warlords and 'tolerable' to terrifying tiny faeries. Most importantly, she becomes everything and the final destination to the most unlikely of fae, her utter opposite, Shadowsinger and Spymaster Azriel. Together they learn to find love, acceptance and a forever home with and within each other and peace neither of them thought possible for themselves. Will Raina be able to hold onto that sunny potential future when there is so much promised revenge, loose ties and unacknowledged emotions in her past? Or, will she let the past poison her future like she has allowed it so many times? All characters, except Raina, Rydan and any other character I create, belong to Sarah. J. Maas. This happens before ACOFAS and ACOSF but after the previous books. Read at your own risk, I recommend reading all books from this specific series before reading this fanfiction to avoid spoilers. Please DO NOT repost without my permission. All credits for the cover go to the creator. Happy reading!

The Night Court's second Shadowsinger-sharp-edged, private, powerful. A ghost in enemy territory. A whisper in the field. A snarl at the war table. Everyone joked she and Azriel should fall in love. Their shadows already had. Everyone except Cassian. Because Cassian always knew it was her-the female with quick reflexes, sharper words, and a darkness that called to his light. But he never said a word. Couldn't risk her. Until he's carrying her broken body back home, whispering truths too late. The story of a female born in shadow who learned to weaponize silence and the male who loved her loud enough to break through.

The daughter of Autumn, born of fire and fury but made to be quiet, compliant, perfect. Her choices were never hers. Until him. Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. Dangerous. Distant. Off-limits. For years, they were nothing more than heat in the dark, a quiet ache neither dared name. Until one night changed everything. When secrets bloom into something irreversible, she must decide what she's willing to risk to protect a life that was never supposed to exist. A story of a girl born to burn, and a boy made of shadows. He was her shadow. She was his fire. Together, they burned.

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.

Being a Shadowsinger definitely had its perks, but the shadows will start taunting you after a while. They will start controlling you instead of you controlling them. Will the help of another Shadowsinger be enough to safe her? Or rather, will the 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 of another Shadowsinger be enough to safe her? ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ❝𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘙𝘩𝘺𝘴'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥. 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.❞ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Azriel x OC Completed 10-04-24

If there was one thing that both Azriel and Zahra Archeron had in common, it was that they were both very good at blending into the background. They just never thought that their family were going to be the ones who never saw them at all.