Persephone, heartbroken and overwhelmed with newfound power, mistakingly winnows herself into the heart of the broken Spring Court. Thrust into a flurry of High Lords, unrequited mates, and the oncoming war against Hybern, Persephone must decide who and what to fight for. Tamlin x OC x Jurian (poly) Set at the start of ACOWAR.

Hello, here is a little fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman. The universe of this work and some of these characters belong to Sarah J. Maas ! I hope you like it! Don't hesitate to let me know if you prefer the OC to become y/n and/or gender neutral. Also, I apologize for any mistakes you might find, I'm just a French girl doing her best with Google Translate and her average score of 5 in English classe. Happy reading! Summary : We are just after Feyre became Fae and was able to get out from under the mountain. She tries to forget what happened by trying to live happily with Tamlin. Their wedding is also in preparation. Tamlin's spies let him know that Hybern possessed the cauldron and wanted to destroy the wall and that Rhysand was looking for the Book of Breathings to nullify the Cauldron's power. When Feyre learned it, she asked Tamlin and Rhysand to form an alliance. Then, they all find themselves heading to the Archerons' manor to organize a meeting with the human queens. But Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel would never have thought to meet their mate in Archerons' manor and to share her with their brothers. Luxiana is Feyre's best friend. She taught her everything, including how to hunt and survive. Luxiana has a complicated past. She seems fragile at first glance but is in fact extremely badass and powerful.

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.

Just after Amarantha's fall, what if the guards had found a child being hidden away in the dungeons? An innocent little 4 year old girl with black curly hair, and violet eyes. What if Amarantha had been pregnant and hidden her away, as a ploy to control Rhysand. Rhys not only has to return home knowing that his mate is in love with another, but to learn how to be a father to a child he never knew existed. © All Rights Reserved. Feyre/Rhysand mating is coming - This is my first fanfiction so please remain patient, and feedback is very much appreciated!

She was Winter's frost-untouchable, unfeeling, unbreakable. He was Night's shadow-quiet, patient, and far too curious. When she catches the Shadowsinger slipping through her court, neither expects the spark that follows. Duty should have kept them apart, but fate has a cruel sense of humour. He is shadows and quiet devotion; she is ice and old scars. Yet the more their paths entwine, the thinner the line between warmth and ruin becomes. Because when Azriel looks at her, he doesn't see the cold everyone else fears, he sees the fire she's trying to bury. And when warmth finally finds her again, it looks a lot like him. Even fallen things can fly.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 IN WHICH Feyre and Rhysand decide to hire a babysitter for Nyx, not knowing the secrets that she has been hiding for decades, meanwhile Azriel can't help but feel attracted toward her kind smile and soft voice. azriel x fem!oc

Bridgeton/Pride and Prejudice meets Azriel our beloved Shadowsinger and this author will tell the story of a Prideful noble lady and a spymaster who hates her. Azriel, the battle-worn Shadowsinger of the Night Court, has spent centuries in war and darkness. He has no patience for noble games, no desire for politics. But when Rhysand arranges his marriage to the infamous Jewel of Prythian-an effort to mend ties with the Spring Court and keep Azriel from dangerous affections-he is forced into a world he despises. Liora, daughter of the Dawn and Spring Courts, is everything he is not: a highborn beauty, the perfect courtly lady, untouched by war. To Azriel, she is spoiled, vain, and frivolous. To Seraphine, he is a brute-cold, scarred, and lacking any grace beyond the battlefield. Forced into marriage, they are trapped in a battle of wills, neither willing to bend. But peace in Prythian is fragile, and war is never far. Whispers of old enemies emerging from the shadows threaten the stability of the courts. As political tensions rise, Azriel and Liora find themselves at the center of a deadly game-where their union may be the only thing holding Prythian together. For beneath Liora's silks and diamonds lies a mind as sharp as his blades. And beneath Azriel's shadows and scars is a longing he never dared to name. Enemies by fate. Lovers by scandal. Can a warrior of darkness and a lady of starlight survive the storm ahead-or will their pride and prejudice tear them, and Prythian, apart?

Belladonna is the white-haired, white-eyed, and utterly powerless daughter of the Night Court. Shunned by the fae of Velaris and ignored by the Inner Circle, she will do anything to feel a shred of love and acceptance. And when this comes in the form of sparks and shadows, she realizes that love can hurt. Even kill. Set 22 years after ACOSF. Poly romance. Mature readers only.