Kallias's sister-the Winter Court's quiet heart. Sharp, composed, untouchable. She was born of frost and stars, raised in a palace of ice and silence after war stole too much too soon. All she has left is her brother. Her court. Her restraint. Then there's him-Eris Vanserra. Heir to the Autumn Court. Arrogant, unreadable, fire-forged and court-polished. A male everyone warns her about. A male who's burned every bridge handed to him... except the one that leads to her. Words fly like blades between them, and sparks fly faster. Something begins. Something neither of them dares name. Maybe opposites don't destroy each other. Maybe they were just waiting to finally meet.

The daughter of Autumn, born of fire and fury but made to be quiet, compliant, perfect. Her choices were never hers. Until him. Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. Dangerous. Distant. Off-limits. For years, they were nothing more than heat in the dark, a quiet ache neither dared name. Until one night changed everything. When secrets bloom into something irreversible, she must decide what she's willing to risk to protect a life that was never supposed to exist. A story of a girl born to burn, and a boy made of shadows. He was her shadow. She was his fire. Together, they burned.

After a brutal breakup leaves her questioning her worth, she turns to her friend Azriel-the one constant who makes her feel safe. What starts as a drunken kiss turns into something physical, then something harder to define. They're supposed to be just friends with benefits, no strings, no emotions. But between tender mornings, protective gestures, and moments that cut too deep, pretending gets harder. As old wounds resurface and boundaries blur, she's forced to confront what she truly wants. And when it all comes crashing down, Azriel is there, steady as ever. Maybe this was never casual. Maybe it was always love waiting for her to believe she deserved it.

In a world overrun by the dead, she survives by staying alone-until a chance encounter with a wounded child and the broken men protecting him changes everything. What begins as reluctant trust slowly becomes something more, a found family, a purpose, and a quiet love that grows in the shadows of ruin. But the past always lingers, and healing in the apocalypse isn't easy. A story of survival, of healing, and of learning to choose life-even when the world has ended.

Born the only daughter of Lord Devlon, she grew up on the outskirts of power-always watching, always fighting for a place no one wanted her to have. While her brothers trained to conquer, she learned to endure-and taught herself to dream. They called her foolish. Said her wings were just for show. But Azriel has known her for years-long before power shifted, long before she ever dared to hope. And in all that time, he never once looked away. He calls her Butterfly-not because she's fragile, but because he sees what no one else will, the strength it takes to fly when the world keeps trying to pin you down. A story of a girl no one believed in-and the male who always did.

THIS IS ACOTAR FANFICTION. THESE CHARACTERS AND THIS WORLD BELONG TO SARAH J. MAAS. This fic follows Aria, a fae of the Summer Court and Tarquin, the High Lord of the Summer Court. I feel like Tarquin is a precious bean who just wants friends and deserves happiness, so I've written some for him :)

She didn't ask to be dragged into this world. She didn't ask to become something more than what she already is. And she certainly didn't ask for him. But some fates don't wait to be chosen. Some truths refuse to stay buried. And in a land built on ancient power and older lies, even a whisper can become a war cry. ****************** Cassian x OC This story comes after ACOSF All events and characters intact, except Cassian and Nesta are not together.

She's all sunshine, sass, and golden retriever energy. He's strategy, long-suffering patience and black cat energy. She talks enough for the both of them-he listens like she's the only sound in the world. A series of stolen bites, impulsive favours, loud declarations (and louder denials), uphill treks filled with endless chatter, and rooftop silences where love speaks louder than words. A female who refuses to slow down, and the male who never asks her to. Just... matches her pace, in his own way. A love that looks a lot like chaos-and feels a lot like home. He is night incarnate. And still, she is his daylight.

"Shadows do not forget. Even when we do." For years, Azriel has been the unseen blade of the Night Court. A whisper in the dark, a ghost among shadows. He has hunted liars, traitors, and thieves- but never one who leaves no trace. Never one who knows his magic as intimately as he does. When an ancient artifact vanishes from the Court's most guarded vault, all signs point to a ghost that shouldn't exist. A magic that shouldn't feel familiar. A presence that lingers just beyond his reach, like a half-forgotten dream. But the deeper Azriel hunts, the more the past begins to unravel. Whispers of a name he does not remember. Fragments of a face that never lingers in his mind long enough to be caught. And a truth buried so deeply in the shadows that even he might not be ready to face it. Because some memories are stolen for a reason. And some ghosts were never meant to be found. "You cannot hunt what does not wish to be caught, shadowsinger. But you can chase me- though, heed my warning- you may not live to see the end." [Set 50 years after acosf] Azriel x OC

Azriel found himself in the middle of Velaris. A normal scene, just a shadowsinger doing his duties and basking in the sun. What he didn't expect was the little boy that ran up to him and began playing with his shadows like they were toys. And he certainly didn't expect the woman that came running out after him.