╰┈➤ ❝ [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

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.

** All rights to characters and plotline belong to Sarah J Maas, this is completely a fanfiction and I take no credit for the characters and places that Sarah J Maas has created** Born with wings that should not exist, Evanora (ev-uh-NOR-uh) has spent her life hiding in the shadows of Illyria. Concealed by her mother's desperate invention - a dark paste to mask the white leather of her birth - she learned early that survival meant silence, invisibility, and secrets. But when grief, fear, and fury spark a forbidden light within her, Evanora's secret can no longer remain buried. Hunted by her own people, she finds herself swept into the heart of the Night Court, where power, danger, and beauty are entwined. There she meets the Shadowsinger - unreadable, relentless, a warrior who sees too much. Tasked with training her, he becomes both her harshest trial and her most unexpected tether. Yet as whispers of war rise across Prythian, and the Autumn Court stirs schemes that could burn the realm to ash, Evanora must confront what she is, what she fears, and the truth of the bloodline her mother died to protect. In a court of fire and darkness, of love and betrayal, light may be her greatest weapon. Or her doom. [Also on AO3 under stvrlightt_cerys]

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

Daemati are feared and coveted throughout Prythian. Seren Marzena is one of the few among their ranks. When her power is revealed to Beron Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court, he is quick to take advantage of her. Beron no longer trusts his eldest son, Eris, believing him to be allied with the Night Court. Beyond that, Beron seeks several dangerous artifacts that are protected by members of the Night Court. He seeks the Dread Trove and the swords created by Nesta Archeron. It is up to Seren to infiltrate the Night Court and learn all that Beron wishes to know. Her task will be harder than it seems. The members of the Night Court are not what she expected and a certain Shadowsinger is always close at hand. 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 after A Court of Silver Flames. ALSO: If you haven't read the ACOSF bonus chapter featuring Azriel, I recommend doing so before starting this story. 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. I will not go into overly explicit detail with these topics. Completed on April 11, 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

"is mineta here?" "you mean that grape rat? i'm 100% better than him." ≪ °❈° ≫ ah yes where y/n finds themselves in a chatroom full of strangers. what could be more fun then tormenting those you don't even know? non-binary reader! they/them pronouns! started on: 12/FEB/2021 finished: 30/DEC/2022

─ ❝ 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. Having lost her mother to the same curse that will soon claim her life, the princess, living in a loveless home under her father's cruel rule, never expected to find love or happiness. Until, one day, she crossed paths with the water Hashira who she would come to cherish more than anything in the world. THIS IS A RE-WRITE OF MY STORY "HIS LAST LOVE" WITH A SOMEWHAT DIFFERENT PLOT!! Warning ! Major Character Death Giyuu x fem reader ! I don't own Demon Slayer in any shape or form. All rights towards Koyoharu Gotouge.

Years after they're first meeting in high school, Sugawara finds himself being dragged into a bar to see a familiar face. Maybe he hasn't gotten over his high school girlfriend as well as he thought. ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ -SUGAWARA KOSHI X READER HAIKYUU FANFICTION [published 4.16.22] [finished -1.2.23]

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? !Warnings! Smut, the entire idea revolves around it

They always said she was the best. The strongest. The fastest. But mostly the one who never flinched. The one who didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. The place she grew up in didn't just teach her how to fight. It taught her how to be empty. No pain. No fear. No mercy. They called that strength. But it wasn't strength. It was programming. Something she couldn't control. She remembers his voice. cold, calculating. "You don't need to be a person Anya. You need to be a weapon." But what if she didn't want that? . . . After escaping from the Red Room, Anya Kurozaki somehow found herself on the path to becoming a hero. But the one thing she never expected...was falling in love with a certain ash-blonde boy along the way. Well, you know what they say - life has a way of surprising you. -------- Bakugo x Black Widow inspired OC. *Slowburn* Highest ranks: #1 in bakugo #1 in myheroacademia #1 in aizawa #1 in anime #2 in bokunohero