A group of fic's detailing some of the more major scenes of A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas from the point of view of Rhysand, as he deals with after effects of Amaratha's deals and havoc she caused. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I found this on internet. Hope you enjoy! ╰•★★ -𝐒𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 ★★•╯

How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

[ 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ] : ̗̀➛ In 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 the younger twin of Feyre Archeron has to fight through the thorns of roses just to survive. 〔Azriel x oc〕 ╰┈˚ · ° . slowburn! ˏˋ°•*First book in the *•° ˊˎ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 series ----------------------

Heart Evangelina - The oldest of the Archerone sisters, but not a sister at all at the same time. Having led a life of luxury and wealth and building her reputation as one of the first and best female academics in the human realm, her dreams were snatched away in one night when the world was still on the brink of war with Hybern. Trapped in the dark and restrainted by her shackles that expanded from metal to motherhood, she moulded her dreams to be far greater than they were before because if there was something that Heart had never learnt how to do, it was to become smaller to accommodate others.

Can her light lead them through the darkness? Or will she doom them to a life in shadows? Freesia has spent almost her entire life in darkness, locked in the depths of a dungeon deep below the Autumn Court Manor. Her father, the High Lord of Autumn, put her there after her mother died when she was sixteen. Freesia was suddenly, after five centuries, ripped from the depths of her darkness and placed into the arms of Mor, her childhood best friend, and Azriel, the shadowsinger that saved her life. Can Freesia re-adapt to the world she knows so little about? Or will she crumble under the pressure of what she has become?

Born into the cut-throat Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra had been surrounded by monsters his entire life and spent most of his time scheming for the crown his cruel father still possessed. His world is thrown into chaos when an unexpected source gets to his father before he can. Astra was raised in the flourishing Night Court and had been gifted with powers from the stars. When she takes revenge on an ancient High Lord, she is forced to bear the explosive consequences. The Mother had a wicked sense of humor and blessed the two rivals with a mating bond. *Will contain spoilers for ACOSF (also available on Ao3)

A year has passed since Seren Marzena returned to the Night Court with her mate, Azriel. Their time of rest is coming to an end. Plans long kept silent are now being enacted. All across Prythian, threats are revealing themselves. The three Mortal Queens have returned and pledged their allegiance to Koschei, an ancient god who is determined to see Prythian crumble beneath him. Old allies are becoming new enemies as Koschei's influence spreads. He and the Queens must be defeated before they locate Prythian's most powerful artifacts. Time is running out for everyone. If the Courts cannot band together and summon their remaining allies in time, all will be lost. Seren isn't willing to see that happen, and she will do whatever she can to aid her family in their fight to save Prythian. Disclaimer: I do not own the ACOTAR series or the characters and places therein. I take credit only for this story and my original characters. This story takes place two years after A Court of Silver Flames. Most of the artwork used in this story was found on Pinterest. Warning: This book, while being a work of fiction, still deals with real elements. There will be chapters dealing with abuse, depression, gore, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. Completed June 22, 2021 My ACOTAR FanFiction Series Order: 1) A Court of Flames and Shadows 2) A Court of War and Sacrifice 3) A Court of Hearts and Stone 4) A Court of Wings and Fate 5) A Court of Ash and Necromancy 6) A Court of Snow and Storms 7) A Court of Stars and Memories Extra: Beyond the Books *UNSOLICITED CRITICS MAY BE MUTED* see bio

Following the events of the Azriel bonus chapter... Extremely slow-burn sexy Elriel, angsty Az, forbidden love, glamorous parties, powers, and DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA. Smutty, sexy, angsty... NSFW -- Love? Friendship? Mistake. Shuddering into her sheets, she flung off the quilt and heaved a sigh. It WAS a mistake. Clearly she was broken. And it wasn't the cauldron that did it. It was her. Because SHE picked Grayson while still human and then Azriel after becoming fae. But all Elain kept receiving was rejection, rejection, rejection. If immortality was just filled with getting her heart broken into pieces once every couple years over and over and over... she didn't want it. She wanted safety. She wanted security. She wanted a love that was written in the stars, perfectly laid out for her, and safe to grasp ahold of. And that's when she realized it: she wanted fate... but more specifically... she wanted to live by the cauldron's decision. Because if she couldn't choose love for herself without getting her heart broken, then perhaps she should put her trust in the cauldron. But she would do it her way. The primal nature of a mating bond was fae enough... it needed some... grooming. Leaving the comfort of her quilts and standing up, she drew towards the window, overlooking the front lawn of the River Mansion. Looking out her window, Elain came to a decision, her eyes gliding across the Sidra as it wound its way through Velaris and out into the realm of the rest of the Night Court. Court. Courting. She would court Lucien Vanserra, trust the cauldron, and get the Hells out of the Night Court and away from these infernal shadows."

ACOTAR FanFiction AzrielxOC slowburn romance "Is there something you need to say, Azriel?" She studied him, and her eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, too. Azriel could feel his heart pounding in his ears, his shadows tucking in tight, and his breath hitch in his throat, but he could do nothing to stop himself as he breathed out - "I'm your mate." --- Though a semblance of peace had arrived, the war with Hybern had left a gaping wound in Prythian. The High Lords form alliances with far away fae territories, in an attempt to rebuild order within their world and establish peace. One by one, emissaries meet with the High Lords of Prythian, striking treaties and alliances. But when a new kingdom, that of the Syrens, come to them wanting a place amid their Treaty, only the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court decide to take a chance on them. Taken under the wing of the Night Court, the emissary of the Syrens, Brianna, must form coalitions within the seven courts of Prythian, earning the trust of its High Lords, developing unlikely friendships with the Inner Circle - especially with that of a certain shadowsinger, with whom she shares a most particular type of bond. But there are secrets that people keep, secrets that, if revealed, could be the very undoing of Prythian. And as they grow close to one another, as they learn more about each other and of themselves, Azriel and Brianna will learn whether their secrets will bring them together, or tear them apart. --- Set after "A Court of Wings and Ruin", excluding the events of "A Court of Frost and Starlight". Long, slow-burn romance fan-fiction, with chapters ranging from 3K-5k words (est. 60+ chapters). Playlist for the fanfiction: "SHADOWS AND THUNDER" on Spotify. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4S0Pfnibyo0gB52hNv6lAL?si=VhZI6HXCSSqklvXeeIMC-A DISCLAIMER: All characters excluding my original characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. Cover art by @Keyra_Shadow

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)