PURELY ACOTAR SERIES SMUT. Featuring Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand, Lucien, Mor and Amren. Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas' ACOTAR series. This book is not meant to deface this in any way.

The daughter of two War survivors. Sapphire, known as Fia, is one of a kind. Her father is an Illyrian and her mother is a Seraphim/High Fae half-breed. Which makes her a "Triple Fae". Or so everyone thinks. Follow Fia as she's reunited with her long time best friend Mor after Amarantha's downfall. Her friends with benefits to lovers story with Azriel. And learning about her past and untapped powers. ♧Set after ACOTAR and during ACOMAF (might continue to ACOSF/HOFAS if it does well) □I only own the characters I've created, everything else goes to the author Sarah J Maas ☆Bit of a slow burn for the first five or so chapters, but it does contain certain smutty scenes - you have been warned. ◇Updated weekly - hopefully. ♡Defintly contains mature content. ☆Please share, comment and vote - this helps me to know who is actually reading and helps me to move forward instead of just abandoning a partly made story. Copyright ©2025 JazIona NO TRANSLATIONS ALOUD

Set in the world of A Court of Thorns and Roses, this non-profit fanfiction follows Azriel and an original heroine in a slow-burn story that unfolds beyond canon paths. No Elain. No Gwyn. No forced or questionable romantic matches. Content Warning: Sexual violence, graphic violence, explicit sexual content, and strong language. Azriel and the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas. The original heroine and plot are the author's own creation.

In a world divided by courts and bound by ancient power, two dangerously different souls collide. Azriel, the Night Court's infamous Spymaster, lives in the shadows-silent, lethal, and ruled by duty. But everything shifts when he crosses paths with Delphine, a seductive and bold siren thief with a wicked smile and a knack for disappearing just when he gets too close. She's chaos wrapped in charm, leaving soul-drained corpses and sarcastic notes in her wake. He's the blade sent to stop her... until the bond reveals something far more complicated. Now hunted and haunted by each other, Delphine and Azriel are locked in a deadly game of cat and mouse-where secrets run deep, hearts betray logic, and neither one is willing to lose. Not to the other. Not even to fate.

LUCIENNA VANSERRA WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF THE AUTUMN COURT HIGH LORD. She was born sickly, despised by her mother, her brothers filling the hole she left. Her path crosses with a night court spymaster once she is grown. Lucienna Vanserra was prepared to face the consequences once their mating bond snapped in place. Azriel x OC Female || All Rights Reserved ||

(This story takes place after a Court of Silver flames) After Amarantha and Hybern fell, Prythian did not heal. It fractured. Hope was a fragile thing-until the most carefully guarded secret of Prythian returned. The lost heir, hidden in a pocket realm for her own safety for over 50 years, the heir to the Winter Court. The first High Lady that exists in Prythian, but not only is she of Winter, but of another Court. The last living heir of the lost kingdom of the Dusk Court. The lost bloodline lives within her. Her return sends shockwaves through the courts, turning her into a prize, a threat, and a target. She did not come back for power or a throne-she came back for her people. For the children. For the broken and the forgotten. She never meant to fall in love. But the Cauldron does not ask permission. Bound to the most lethal male in Prythian-the Shadowsinger of the Night Court-her fate becomes entangled with a darkness that mirrors her own. Together, they will either remake Prythian... Or burn it to the ground.

Pregnant, abandoned, and alone, she never expected salvation to come from Azriel, the brooding shadowsinger who insists on giving her shelter when she has nowhere else to turn. What begins as an act of reluctant kindness slowly shifts into something deeper. Stolen glances, quiet comforts in the night, confessions whispered when the world feels too heavy. The walls she's built begin to crack under his steady presence, even as they fight the unfamiliar pull. But with her manipulative ex circling back, she must decide, cling to the past that broke her...or risk everything for the future Azriel is quietly offering.

A story of a women who one day woke up in a fictional world and as someone who shouldn't exist, Lady of Spring and Sister of the High Lord of the Spring Court. ship: Rhysand x Amara (eventually) following the timeline of A Court of Thorns and Roses, all rights belong to Sarah. j. Maas, except for the changes in the plot and my oc, Amara. (P.S., I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologise in advance, but please correct me by any means.)

Clare Beddor died screaming under the hands of the Fae. Her sister rose from the ashes determined to make them pay. Celeste Beddor entered Prythian as a human. She returned from the Cauldron as something else- something ancient, something burning, something the Fae were never meant to survive. A phoenix. Hidden in Velaris as a quiet refugee, Celeste waits. Watches. Learns every weakness the Night Court thinks it doesn't have. The day she finally strikes, the world burns. Feyre almost dies. Rhys is seconds from ash. And the two Illyrian warriors who leap between Celeste's fire and their High Lady feel something impossible snap into place. A mate bond. With the woman trying to kill them. Celeste is captured, but she does not break. She laughs in Rhysand's face when he questions her. Because she knows something he doesn't. "You think I'm the only one coming for you?" A new enemy rises beyond the horizon-older than the Cauldron itself. And the only creature powerful enough to stop it is the girl Rhysand should have killed... ...if killing her didn't mean losing Cassian and Azriel forever. Enemies. Lovers. Mates. And a vengeance bright enough to burn the world.

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.