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.|

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

・❥・ 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.

NUMBER 1 IN FANTASY ADVENTURE - 11/05/2025 Book 2 of Queen of Bargains: Monsters Under the Mountain After a year full of nightmares Under the Mountain, whispers of Amarantha's curse ending had spread through the lands. Every subject, small or big creature had woken up with a burning remnants of a bargain they did not know of. Only those who had witnessed her did. Under the Mountain, those who had witnessed the carnage mortal girl caused standing above Amarantha's throne, she had made every single High Lord kneel before her. And now... She was gone. Stolen by the Lord of the Night. No one knew where but they knew she was alive, reborn from the bargains that held her together. Because they felt it. They felt her soul connecting to theirs.