Hello, here is a little fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman. The universe of this work and some of these characters belong to Sarah J. Maas ! I hope you like it! Don't hesitate to let me know if you prefer the OC to become y/n and/or gender neutral. Also, I apologize for any mistakes you might find, I'm just a French girl doing her best with Google Translate and her average score of 5 in English classe. Happy reading! Summary : We are just after Feyre became Fae and was able to get out from under the mountain. She tries to forget what happened by trying to live happily with Tamlin. Their wedding is also in preparation. Tamlin's spies let him know that Hybern possessed the cauldron and wanted to destroy the wall and that Rhysand was looking for the Book of Breathings to nullify the Cauldron's power. When Feyre learned it, she asked Tamlin and Rhysand to form an alliance. Then, they all find themselves heading to the Archerons' manor to organize a meeting with the human queens. But Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel would never have thought to meet their mate in Archerons' manor and to share her with their brothers. Luxiana is Feyre's best friend. She taught her everything, including how to hunt and survive. Luxiana has a complicated past. She seems fragile at first glance but is in fact extremely badass and powerful.

Selene was never meant to be part of this world. She had once been a medical student, living an ordinary life filled with textbooks, late-night study sessions, and the quiet certainty that magic was nothing more than fiction. Then, she woke up in a world ruled by monsters. For twenty-five years, she has survived on the outskirts of a human village, healing where she can, hiding where she must. She knows little of the High Fae, their courts, or their treacherous games. She knows only whispers-of a wicked queen named Amarantha, of a war that shattered kingdoms, of a High Lord with violet eyes and a smirk sharper than a blade. But when a raid on her village drags her Under the Mountain, Selene is thrust into a world of cruelty and deceit. Powerless and human, she should have been nothing more than another disposable servant. Instead, she catches the eye of Rhysand, Amarantha's right hand. To the world, he is a monster. A traitor. A willing pet in the queen's twisted court. But Selene has seen him at his most powerful. And now, she has seen him at his most broken. Forced into servitude, trapped in a palace where humans do not last long, Selene must navigate the deadly politics of a court built on suffering. But as she uncovers the truth hidden beneath Rhysand's carefully crafted mask, she begins to question everything she thought she knew-about this world, about him, and about the war that looms on the horizon. Because it was not fate brought her here. She was the obstacle to his fate. And fate is watching. all rights reserved to the original author

When an injured Illyrian warrior crash-lands near her modest cottage, Elara, a resourceful young widow, has no choice but to take him in-despite the risk to herself and her daughter, Isla. As Azriel heals under her care, he finds himself drawn to the quiet resilience of the woman who saved his life and the innocent curiosity of her spirited child. *Denotes mature chapters* Disclaimer: the characters and world belong to Sarah J. Maas, and this is a fan-created tribute. Highest rankings: #1 in ACOTAR #1 in Azriel #1 in ACOMAF #1 in ACOSF #1 in Feyre Beautiful cover by _CamilleB_

Being the High Lord of the Spring Court's sister wasn't as easy as the rest of Prythian thought. Ashera had a court on her shoulders and a brother who didn't know how to work through his issues with a curse hanging over them all. But then a mortal wasn't dragged to the Spring Court and Ashera found herself with a new friend while keeping secrets.

⤷ in which her sister suddenly gets taken to prythian, and everything in her life changes. （ acotar - ? ） （ slow burn!azriel × female ） （ status: ongoing ） ©venusflimss

Hyacinth Potter-Black thought her worst enemy was behind her and her biggest challenge was keeping her son from turning his hair neon blue. But Potter luck strikes again-dragging her into a strange world with a cocky, impossibly handsome fae lord and a sadistic villain. Faced with impossible choices (again), Hyacinth's fiery spirit is tested as she learns that sometimes fate has a twisted sense of humor... especially when a certain High Lord insists on calling her "darling." Female Harry Potter x Rhysand

❛in which she kills❜ The Red Death was well-known. She was a tale used to scare children from talking to strangers, from wandering in markets, from venturing past the garden gates and slipping out of their mother's grasp. Her name was whispered around campfires, rumours of her cruelty, horror stories of the carnage she has left behind bringing friends to a stock-still, wide-eyed silence. There was not one faerie in Prythian who had not heard her name muttered in emptying taverns, in the eulogies of the deceased, in meetings between warlords and warriors. The Red Death is vicious, they said, the Red Death has murderous eyes. The Red Death drinks the blood of her victims. The Red Death always keeps a souvenir. The Red Death is coming for the Shadowsinger. She is coming for Azriel. began - 2022/10/22 finished - ? rights to ichorandambrosia

Females were very rare in the night court's ruling family as it was, all either die young or end up forgotten in the abyss of history. Rhysand ever thought he'd have to father one of these, in fact, he did't believe he even deserve to be a father, until he was faced with the results of a one night with an old friend...

5 Times members of the Inner Circle get absolutely terrified by Azriel's...whatever she is, and 1 (of many) times Azriel thinks that his witch was the best thing that ever happened to him.

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.