𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 /ˌ𝘬ɒ𝘯𝘴𝘵ɪˈ𝘭𝘦ɪʃ𝘯/ ; 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 ; 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯: 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 -𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦. -𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. ≪⍮≫ ❝ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰-ꜱᴋᴢ ᴏᴛ8❞

A Monster. That's what they'd always called her. Sasha wasn't delusional enough to think they were wrong. Made of shadow and suffering, raised in cold and cruelty, she was every inch the monster the world feared her to be. She tried not to hate herself for it, for the way this world had forced her to be. Maybe she did not deserve this life she'd been given, the life that had been forced on her, but she'd been through too much to give it up now. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ON HIATUS (soz) ACOTAR oc insert Multiple(?) romances Plot centred Started : 7/10/24 ACOMAF finished : 12/6/25 ACOWAR finished : ... ACOFAS finished : ... ACOSF finished : ... Idk how well this will do but the hyperfixation will consume my soul if I don't get this out my system :)

A storm, a summer rainstorm. An omen, a forever promise of destruction. These forces joined could either destroy each other or everyone else beside them. The question remains - how will their story end? "You can have me as long as you want." "That's forever, rainbow. So buckle up." ~~~~ -> Jinx x (fem)oc -> tw - mention and act of self-harm, addiction, smut, gore -> besides my own characters and ideas, all rights belong to the creators of the series Arcane Have a good read :)

You weren't supposed to end up in their world. Just a girl living in a cottage with her Auntie. One ambush, one choice, and suddenly you're caught between TF141 - lethal, possessive, and far too protective. You could appreciate that, really, if they hadn't focused in on you to feel better about the things they'd done. """Johnny's mouth was hot against your ear, his accent roughened into a growl. "Ye're tremblin', lass. D'ye want me tae stop?" You shook your head, breath catching when his hand slid lower, claiming every inch he touched with reverent care. Ghost's shadow loomed close, his gloved fingers brushing your wrist as if to remind you he was there too, silent but steady. Price's voice cut low through the haze-steady, commanding, and far too calm for the way your pulse skittered. "Easy, love. You're not going anywhere tonight." And when König's gaze caught yours from across the room, sharp hunger softened into something dangerously tender, you realized the truth: you didn't want to leave. Not one of them.""" |CWs: Fanfiction. Non-canon. Contains SMUT. Poly relationship. Includes MxM.|

Arya knew three things with absolute certainty: 1. Keep her identity a secret. 2. Keep the wings hidden. 3. Absolutely do not get tangled up with the Night Court. She has since broken all three. In her defense, nobody told her the Night Court came with three mates, a grim dog with opinions, and a prophecy older than the continent itself. Also in her defense, the last time anyone saw her she was six months old, so most of this is technically not her fault. A full ACOTAR rewrite - OC-centric, polyandry (OC X Rhys & Cassian & Azriel), slow burn, yearning, anti-Inner Circle, Virgin Bat Boys. Ancient lore. Plot twists. Therapy for everyone who's lived long enough to need it. 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

・❥・ 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

[ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 #𝟐 ] BEING EDITED! Luciano Mariano stayed quiet and poised, with corrupting intentions for anyone who crossed his path. It was the depths of darkness lurking within him. His enemies whispered his name with trepidation, for they knew the consequences of defying him. Luciano's methods were as brutal as they were efficient. Adeline Meadows, the young girl who grew up around scary men, and perfect women, but she just couldn't fit in. She always saw the good in people no matter how they treated her. Despite growing with dangerous - revolting men who scared her, she saw the good in each person. An angel who was always the second option, an angel only Luciano could save. ____________ Christian Kingston. By his last name, you know ego runs in his veins. Christian was a perfect made-man. Strong. Independent. And has his fun with manwhoring. He always knew someone obsessed over him. His best friend's baby sister, who always found her way to him. Not only was he twice her age. But she's so fucking innocent and annoying he hates it. But deep down, he wants that innocence. Valentina Lars always got what she wanted. Just not him. Just not Christian who she longed for. Not her prince charming, but her deepest desire she craved. She wanted him to degrade and ruin her. She wanted love. She wanted everything involving him. Valentina knew damn well he wasn't bound to be with her, but what happens when that temptation can't be held in? What happens when her desire acts on impulse, physically.

❝I used to think the night was frightening, and then the worst moments of my life happened during the day. Now I find comfort in the dark. Perhaps, one day, you can, too.❞ ( pre-acotar, acomaf & acowar ) ( male!oc x rhysand x feyre archeron )

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.