Eira Archeron was neither a Valkyrie, nor a Seer, nor the High Lady of the Night Court. She was actually pretty much useless. The only thing she wanted was to be somebody's first choice for once in her life. Also known as: Azriel's shadows decide that if he doesn't treat his mate right... they'll just do it for him.

Theia believed Nyx would come for her, Nyx believed Theia abandoned him. When it's time for Zenova, Nyx's cousin, to join the Illyrian war camps, he takes it upon himself to bring her to Windhaven. It's been centuries since the two have seen each other. Fate may choose its way, but will heartbreak stop it? Based on Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses. All characters belong to SJM, except for my original characters.

When Rhysand stumbles upon a broken, terrified stranger on the streets of Velaris, he makes a choice that changes them both. What begins as a quiet act of kindness-offering shelter, safety, and patience-slowly unravels into something deeper. She's haunted by the violence she endured, torn between fear and the fragile hope of healing, while he recognises in her the same scars he carries from Amarantha's cruelty. As trust builds in stolen moments they discover that healing isn't just about surviving the past, but about finding someone who sees your strength when you can't. A story of fear, healing, and the unexpected bond between two souls who learn they can carry each other's scars.

Azriel, the Shadowsinger. Silent. Steady. Made of secrets and scars. His mate, bright, fierce, and full of fire, strong enough to love every piece of him. What began with kisses and quiet promises became something far more sacred-parenthood. From first cries to sleepless nights, tantrums laced with magic and lullabies whispered in the dark-they learn, they stumble, they love. He thought he knew what love was. Then he held his son. A story of shadows and lullabies, of fatherhood and healing, of a warrior learning he was never too broken to be soft. He was their shadow. They were his light.

She's a girl with dirt-streaked fingers and flowers in her hair. Sweet. Soft. A quiet soul more at home among vines and moonlight than courts and crowns. But fate has its own rhythm. And it leads her straight to Rhysand, the High Lord of Night. Powerful, untouchable, carved from stardust and storm. A male who sees her not as delicate, but divine. Their bond is unexpected, ancient. Where he is shadow, she is bloom. Where he commands the skies, she listens to the earth's breath. She may tremble in silks and blush when spoken to, but she roots herself deeper in his heart than he ever thought possible. A story of the girl who bloomed in darkness and the High Lord who learned that even among stars, it's the flower that teaches you how to grow.

Isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? She was the heart of the Inner Circle-sunlight wrapped in quiet strength, always steady, always kind. But not his. Never his. At least, that's what Azriel told himself the moment the bond snapped into place... and he said nothing. He watched from the shadows, loving her silently, convinced he was too broken to be chosen. She kept smiling, kept hoping, never knowing why the male who always showed up was the same one who always pulled away. A story of two hearts quietly breaking beside each other... until one day, they didn't. One single thread of gold tied me to you.

╰┈➤ ❝ [Senna Archeron] ❞ (ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ) 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, the eldest sister of four, finds herself fighting for the lives of her loved ones as a fae war on the horizon arises. 𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜, slow-burn! acotar and onwards, heavy oc lore

Nyx Archeron x Celeste Havilliard Blackbeak (oc). **She was never meant to cross worlds.** When Celeste Blackbeak Havilliard is torn from Erilea and thrust into Prythian, she has one goal: find a way home. But as the daughter of Dorian Havilliard and Manon Blackbeak-and the chosen vessel of the Moon Goddess, Deanna-she soon discovers her arrival was no accident. Beneath the ruins of the forgotten Dusk Court lies a truth buried for thousands of years. An ancient Flame. A prophecy left unfinished. And a darkness that has spent millennia searching for the one thing it could never claim. While an ancient darkness stirs beneath the forgotten Dusk Court, the last thing Celeste expects is to find herself drawn to the one person she should never allow herself to need. Because the closer she comes to Nyx Archeron, the harder it becomes to remember where home truly lies. To stop the Hollow King before he consumes both worlds, Celeste must uncover the prophecy, reclaim the power that was scattered long before she was born, and decide how much she is willing to sacrifice. Because some crowns were never meant to be worn. And some destinies demand everything.

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 :)

He was not meant to be forgiven. Not after everything. And yet - another chance has come. Magdalene, Queen of Serenvale, has built her life on devotion, discipline, and the quiet certainty that love is a weakness she cannot afford. Her purpose is clear: seal the divide between the human and fae worlds. No matter the cost. Tamlin was never meant to be part of that plan. At first, he sees in her only a shadow of what he lost. A replacement. He expected obedience. Fear. Perhaps even gratitude. Instead, he finds something far more dangerous. She does not yield to power. She is not seduced by beauty. And she will not forgive what has not been earned. If redemption is possible for a creature like him - she will make him earn every inch of it. Inspired by Joan of Arc and Beauty and the Beast.