In which a quiet girl meets a loud boy and they become friends and maybe a bit more... (Books one of the season series) Kinda cringy at the start and the chapter start to get longer. Sorry for any slow updates. I DONT OWN ANY OF THE MHA CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN MY OC.

He found her caged. He set her free. The world will regret it. Because Roxiana isn't just dangerous- she's the kind of power that sings... and devours.

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.

Eira Archeron wasn't cursed. Sure, her hair was as white as snow, flowers seemed to bloom wherever she walked, and the villagers whispered behind their hands like she might eat them in their sleep-but really, she was fine. Mostly. The youngest Archeron sister, she grew up barefoot and half-wild, watching her family tumble from wealth into ruin while quietly learning to heal and mend what others broke. Life just seemed to follow her around, and she followed it in return-mostly politely, sometimes with a little mischief. When Feyre was taken beyond the wall into the fae lands, Eira was drawn into a world older and stranger than she'd ever imagined. Confused, curious, and somehow still trying to keep her shoes clean, she would learn that life bends to her... and death is never far behind. ❀ acotar ❀ fem!oc x ??

"The Cauldron Made me. But something older claimed me." Gaia Archeron was never chosen. Not by magic, not by fate. She was a girl who survived because no one expected her to. Until she died. And when death came, it didn't keep her. Not when an ancient power-older than the Cauldron, older than Prythian-answered a forgotten wish and pulled her back. Now, something stirs beneath her skin. Starborn. Hollowed. Changed. Not quite mortal. Not quite Made. But something in between. And the world that let her die is not ready for what she's become. OC X Rhysand ****Disclaimer**** This is a work of fanfiction based on the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas. I do not own any part of the original universe, characters, or settings created by the author. All rights to the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas and her publishers. Original characters, plotlines, and interpretations introduced in this story-such as Gaia Archeron and The Starborn Saga-are my own creation and meant for entertainment purposes only. This story is not intended for commercial use. First installment of The Starborn Saga ***Attention*** There will be some changes in the story line, but not enough that will mess with the original one.

𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐇 ❛ how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling ❜ 𝒂𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄, acotar a court of wings and ruin violentbluess, 2024

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.

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?

** 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** The fires have gone out-but the smoke still clings. The Autumn Court lies in ruin after Beron's fall, its forests choked by ash and old magic. Eris Vanserra now wears the crown he spent centuries surviving to earn, but every breath tastes of smoke and memory. His people fear him, his brothers despise him, and the land itself rejects his rule. When the Dawn Court sends Kallista Talfryn, a life-healer whose touch can coax the earth back to bloom, Eris expects condescension-he finds defiance instead. Barefoot, blunt, and utterly unimpressed by power, Kallista sees through every mask he forged to survive. Her presence soothes the poisoned soil ... and unsettles the High Lord who guards it. Together they must cleanse the rot Beron left behind, yet the deeper they dig, the more truth burns through the smoke. In a court built on lies, trust is the most dangerous magic of all-and sweetness, once tasted, is impossible to forget. A slow-burn romance of redemption and renewal in the world of Prythian-where even in the ruins, something golden still grows. Author's Note: A Court of Smoke and Honey takes place after the events of my first story, A Court of Light and Shadows. While it can be read as a standalone, readers familiar with Evanora and Azriel's journey will recognize the aftermath that shapes Eris's rise - and the world left smoldering in its wake.