"She was a child born of darkness and light, the union of two different worlds. A true child of Night, they called her- born at midnight under a full moon during the longest night of the year. But she was more than the darkness she was born into. Just like the stars shine against the night sky, so she shines with a light that pours onto everyone she loves. She is the light in my darkness, the star in my sky. She is everything to me. My mate. My equal. My queen." Willow was a unique case- the child of a High Fae mother and an Illyrian father, she was born with a power never before seen, a power that earned her the nickname of "The Banshee". Willow always felt caught between worlds, never really belonging anywhere. In Windhaven, she was a cross-breed female with wings broken in a childhood accident. In Velaris, she was first a latchkey kid of a broken mother and then the sole guardian of her little sister. But when she's kidnapped in the middle of the night and taken to another Court, she knows her quiet life in Velaris is over. Rhysand was a broken male- he'd never truly recovered from what he went through Under The Mountain. But as the High Lord of the Night Court, he puts on a brave face, showing strength to his Court when he feels only a step away from falling apart. But as Hybern starts to march on Prythian, Rhysand puts more and more on his shoulders until it feels he might crumble. Not feeling safe enough to share his pain with anyone, not even his Inner Circle, he continues to feel more isolated and alone. But then everything changes during the High Lord's meeting. Everything changes when he sees that white-haired female wearing a golden mask. And just as the stars and moon bring light to the night sky, so Willow would come to bring the light back into Rhysand's life. And maybe, just maybe, she would help save all of Prythian in the process.

Long before anyone thought to fear it, the veil between worlds had already begun to thin. Enough for old gods seeking justice to notice and take advantage of it. Rumors crossed borders, centuries passed, wars came and went and still the Faerie Realms and the Mortal Lands remained convinced that the distance between worlds was a law written in blood. Then, a deity found the fissure, and through it fell a woman from a world where Prythian had existed only in her imagination, carrying memories of wars already fought and futures yet to come. The price was her name, taken from her for eternity. Knowing a story and surviving inside it were two very different things, because the moment she arrived, the world began to shift beneath her feet. People were not quite as she remembered them, and choices bent in directions they were never supposed to take. Somewhere beyond what even the fae remembered, something ancient felt her crossing and turned its face toward her. This world had been waiting for her for a very long time. Waiting for the woman who would one day wield the Sun in her hands. For the Cursed Crown that would bow to no master it did not choose. And for a man born of shadows, irrevocably bound to her by the tongue of death itself. Azriel, the Night Court's Spymaster, is sent to hunt her, with every reason to believe the stranger who fell from another world may be the beginning of another catastrophe. Unfortunately for both of them, suspicion has never been particularly good at killing fascination. And perhaps, in the end, that is what this story has always been about: the nothingness that reached, at last, for something greater than ruin. 𓆩✴𓆪 Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence and mature themes. 𓆩✴𓆪 This is a slow-burn story. The protagonists do not meet immediately, and the beginning focuses heavily on worldbuilding and character development.

Long before Prythian's fate was changed, the Spring Court had a forgotten daughter. Lady Rinaver, daughter of the past High Lord of the Spring Court and Tamlin's younger sister, possesses a power that few truly understand. Confined within the borders of the Spring Court and haunted by a past she refuses to speak of, she has spent centuries hiding secrets that could change everything. When Tamlin brings the human Feyre Archeron to the manor, Rinaver is overcome by an inexplicable resentment-yet can't stop herself from quietly protecting her. As old secrets awaken and destiny begins to unfold, Rinaver will discover that the greatest threat to her heart isn't within the Spring Court... it's waiting for her in the Night Court.

━━ RHOSS ASHRYVER GALATHYNIUS. Princess of Terrasen. Lady of Tears. Warrior of Storms. Bender of Worlds. Together, Rhoss and her twin sister Aelin shattered empires, burning Maeve's lands to ash and destroying Erawan's armies. But even victory leaves scars. One year later, Rhoss is drowning beneath grief, nightmares, and the weight of a broken kingdom. Then, in the silent halls of her palace, she hears it-the haunting song of a harp echoing in her chest. A call to a destiny far greater... and far more dangerous... than she ever imagined. (Longer synopsis inside) ... TOGxACOTAR crossover oc x azriel

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 ❛ you said i killed you-haunt me, then! [...] be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where i cannot find you! ❜ 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄, acotar pre a court of thorns and roses violentbluess, 2026

Set in the world of A Court of Thorns and Roses, this non-profit fanfiction follows Azriel and an original heroine in a slow-burn story that unfolds beyond canon paths. No Elain. No Gwyn. No forced or questionable romantic matches. Content Warning: Sexual violence, graphic violence, explicit sexual content, and strong language. Azriel and the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas. The original heroine and plot are the author's own creation.

For fifty years, Asteria survived. She survived the loss of her brother. She survived the war. She survived becoming the person everyone leaned on. But somewhere between duty and grief, she forgot how to live. She forgot how to fly. Then Azriel arrives at the mountain house half-frozen, wounded, exhausted-and everything begins to change. In the quiet of storms and candlelight, among shadows that adore her and wings she no longer remembers how to use, Asteria begins finding herself again. And somewhere between shadows, storms, and stolen moments, Azriel realizes there was never going to be an escape from her and why his shadows chose her centuries ago. A fantasy romance set in the Night Court. Slow burn. Mutual pining. Healing. Star magic. Wing care. Shadows with opinions. And a love story written softly between the stars. All characters and settings from the A Court of Thorns and Roses series belong to Sarah J. Maas. I only own my original characters, scenes, and plot additions created for this fanfiction. This story is a non-profit work of fanfiction made purely for entertainment purposes. Happy Ending :)

What if Rhysand had a child with Amarantha while he was imprisoned Under the Mountain? (One he never knew about..?) There is desire in the familiar ache of agony. There is a sort of comfort in spilled blood that drip from walls. Cathyrena pressed the magenta lipstick to her Mother's lips. Watching the brush stain pale skin and dress up a monster in angel clothing. Her jewels shimmered and shined with a type of mocking cruelty. There is a moment where she wonders what color Amarantha would bleed if she were to stab her in the eye. That night, the same violet dress Cathyrena matched her lips with laid in the empty bedroom floor. It's star-like gems still intact. The bed covers wrinkled and pillows thrown. Amarantha liked to have Rhysand in the brightest of Night when the Moon was full. She picked up the fabric softly. She had noticed the High Lord of Night scent mixed with her Mother's. Her indigo eyes flickered back to the mattress where he was raped. She wondered if he liked the dress. Cathyrena has all the worst traits of her parents. Darkness and Murder. But, what if she inherited all their best ones too? Its a shame Amarantha doesn't have any.

She made a bargain in secret. Now the shadows are calling her home. After the trials Under the Mountain, Gaia's world is cracked and quiet. Her sister may bear the scars, but Gaia carries the cost-a hidden deal struck with the High Lord of the Night Court, one that drags her into a realm of moonlight and masks each month. But something inside her is changing. Power stirs where there should be none. A soulmark pulses with meaning she doesn't understand. And whispers from a forgotten god echo through her blood. As tensions rise between courts and war creeps across the land, Gaia must choose between the girl she was and the force she's becoming. Because some fury isn't meant to be buried. And not all bargains stay in the dark. OC X Rhysand ****Disclaimer**** This is a work of fanfiction based on the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas. I do not own any part of the original universe, characters, or settings created by the author. All rights to the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas and her publishers. Original characters, plotlines, and interpretations introduced in this story-such as Gaia Archeron and The Starborn Saga-are my own creation and meant for entertainment purposes only. This story is not intended for commercial use. Second installment of The Starborn Saga ***Attention*** There will be some changes in the story line, but not enough that will mess with the original one.

Ciara has spent her life surviving in the shadows of the Hewn City, honing her skills as a thief and becoming a master of stealth and cunning. When an unexpected offer promises her wealth beyond her wildest dreams, she seizes the chance-only to find herself thrust into a world she cannot control. Nyx has known nothing but privilege as the Heir to the Night Court, his life free of struggle or danger. But when he lays eyes on a fierce, captivating female whose world collides violently with his own, he is drawn to her in ways he cannot ignore. One thing becomes clear: he will do whatever it takes to keep her safe. A single mistake, a reckless plan-and suddenly, two lives are thrown into chaos, their fates entwined in ways neither of them could have imagined. This is a fan fiction based on the "A Court of Thorns and Roses" books by Sarah J. Maas. Because the series is not yet complete, some aspects of the story have been creatively adapted. (Book 1)