𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

"ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ, ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ." 𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀 has always been the kind of person who wants to help. Quietly selfless, a little too sentimental for her own good - the type to donate blood without thinking twice. But when her donation gets rejected for "unknown reasons," she starts to wonder if maybe she doesn't belong as much as she thought she did. And then there's 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎. The doctor with a smirk that cuts deeper than a scalpel, and words colder than the sterile hospital air. "ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ'ꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ." Their paths shouldn't have crossed again. But in the Borderlands, fate has a cruel sense of humor. In a land where every drop matters, what happens when your blood defines your worth? 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 - chishiya x oc

We are but dust and shadows. Meant to crumble and fade but always there and forever to return. Monsters may be how the world sees us but that will never change how gentle your blood soaked claws have touched me. Or In which Alora Archeron fights with venom and fire to find out who she is when all she's ever known is bloodshed and hatred. She will shatter and break into a million pieces. She will hurt and bleed until there is nothing to give. She will hope and love until the stars die out. Without a master, without chains, without holding back. She will be. Freedom is at her fingertips, all she has to do is fight for it. Now if only she'd stop getting in her own way. What are we if not monsters? "I made myself into a monster for her, for them." "We're all monsters to someone." "There are worse monsters to serve." Main ship: Rhysand x OC x Azriel

(Azriel × OC) (Morrigan × OC) "The devil, shadowsinger, is whatever you want them to be. What do you desire most? What will you sacrifice everything for?" He knew what he wanted the most. He was looking at it but black, cold eyes stared back. No. What he wanted was not this. His desire was human, living, filled with warmth and love. It laughed in the colours of the rainbow and the songs of birds. It had the shadows of lovers wrapped around it and the darkness of assasins and magic flowed in it's veins. "I can help you get whatever you want for a small sacrifice." The hauntingly familiar person spoke. "Or you will can die trying. Choose wisely, for you are trapped here with me." Their smile turned lethal. "I am not trapped with you." The spymaster smiled. "You are trapped with her."

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

In a world surrounded by evil and shadows, a young healer's defiance becomes legend. When Vaela Thorne is dragged to the Mountain, a place of nightmares ruled by a monster in silk and blood; her fate seems sealed. Scarred, silenced, and stripped of everything but the fire in her veins, she refuses to kneel for a self-proclaimed 'High Queen'. But night watched her from the throne's edge: Rhysand, feared High Lord of the Night Court, whose cruelty is matched only by the secrets behind his eyes. The High Lord recognizes her as the ghost of a female he would dream of; he then takes her as his 'pet', where Vaela and Rhysand are forced into a deadly dance of masks and a bargain, where every lie hides longing, and every touch is edged with danger. When they shattered the chains from Amarantha, and Rhysand calls upon their bargain, he takes Vaela to his Court. Where they both fought to know and find freedom once more. But Prythian was never truly free: an ancient evil darkness stirs in the forgotten corners of the world. Not of this realm, hungering for destruction, it's gaze fixed upon Vaela and the secret she carries deep in her soul. Now the fate of courts and hearts hangs in the balance. And as love blooms in the heart of night and war shadows the horizon, Vaela must reckon with who and what she truly is. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Ranking history: #1 in acourtofthornsandroses #1 in rhysand #1 in cassian #1 in romantasy #1 in throneofglass #1 in elf #1 in azriel ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ •Rhysand x Main OC and eventually later on through the story: Azriel x OC and Cassian x OC. •This story will have a different story plot than the original. •Story is 18+ only. •Peep my patreon for 'Fated' content and spicy art ;) •DISCLAIMER: All rights of the ACOTAR universe belong to Sarah J Maas except for my OC's.

"do i look like i give a shit if he's poseidons son?" water from the fountain splashed into her face, dripping from the dark ends of her hair "the fact she's ares daughter means shit all to me" and soon enough percy jackson was scanning the room as every lethal weapon began to shake violently PERCY JACKSON X FEM!OC PERCY JACKSON AND THE LIGHTNING THEIF ~ COMPLETED ✔ PERCY JACKSON AND THE SEA OF MONSTERS ~ WRITING

After the war, Lyra Potter is utterly, completely, and unapologetically done with the wizarding world. The media? Shitstorm. The Ministry? Corrupt as ever. The so-called Light Lords? Idiots. The so-called Dark Lords? Even bigger idiots. So, despite her well-meaning (but infuriating) friends, Lyra packs up, flips the wizarding world the metaphorical bird, takes her godson Teddy, and vanishes. Her destination? Mystic Falls. A quiet, unassuming town where one of her Black ancestors once built a lavish estate-the Black Palace. She hopes for peace and quiet-a fresh start, away from magic, war, and endless expectations. But deep down? She knows better. There is no peace for her. Why? Because she is, after all, Death's Little Angel of Chaos. And a Potter. She doesn't seek trouble. Trouble finds her. And so, before she even realizes it, she's swept up in yet another whirlwind- Only this time, it's not scheming politicians, megalomaniac wizards, or dark prophecies. This time, it's- Vampires. Werewolves. Shapeshifters. Doppelgängers-apparently, she's one. An ancient ancestor who oddly approves of her. An annoying twin she has zero interest in. Two ridiculously dramatic vampire brothers. And an entire family of goddamn Originals. What has the world come to? Nothing. Just a storm called love hitting her in the most unexpected way. Her? Entangled with the Original Hybrid of all people? And did she mention she has her little godson with her? "You have got to be joking," she thinks.

ᯐ 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 ( 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽 ) ─────────────────── ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?❞ ❝ 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓? 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓.❞ 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵- Two young and unbelievably scrawny teenagers have the courage to prove to their village and fathers that they are indeed, blood thirsty, dragon killing Vikings, only to end up befriending two of the most dangerous beasts to have ever lived. ➶-͙˚ ༘✶ ( 𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝚇 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙴𝚁 ) ( @𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊 ) ───────────────────