Alexis Quinlan was falling between worlds-falling through worlds-until she landed with Bryce someplace that was definitely not Hel. And now there was a male before her, the most beautiful male she had ever seen and something other than fear sparked in her heart. [𝚂𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝙾𝙵𝙰𝚂]

╰┈➤ ❝ [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

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 ??

Before the war with Hybern, when enemies and allies blur in the shadows, Azriel is forced to work with a witch he has every reason to distrust. She offers information he desperately needs. She has access to places he cannot reach. And she's hiding something that could change everything. In a deadly game where one wrong move means death, trust becomes the most dangerous weapon of all. But even his shadows cannot unravel all her secrets.

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.

Maxine, the Night Court's elusive and feared spymaster, has built her life on control-of information, of appearances, and of herself. A Chimera capable of shifting into any form, she exists as a weapon in the shadows, valued for her power but never truly seen. When she is tasked with training the Illyrian shadowsinger Azriel, her carefully maintained distance is shattered by the sudden realization that he is her mate-an unchangeable bond she neither expected nor has time to confront as war looms. Choosing pragmatism over instinct, Maxine pushes the bond aside, focusing instead on her role in the court's growing conflict. Yet as the years of war unfold, filled with espionage, shifting identities, and constant danger, Azriel becomes the one constant in her unstable world-the only one who can truly recognize her, no matter the face she wears. Their connection deepens quietly beneath the surface, forcing Maxine to grapple not only with the war around her, but with the unsettling possibility of being known beyond the masks she has always relied on. Basically Azriel has a mate, but they hide their relationship for YEARS and everyone else has no idea. This work is just something I thought of and wanted to write it down and I thought I would post it. Azriel/OFC pre-ACOTAR we're giving the poor boy some love earlier in his life.

He is the Night Court's silent blade, a shadowsinger bound by duty and scars. But when dusk itself answers his call, desire and destiny entwine-and the walls he's built may finally begin to break. This is an Azriel-centered fanfiction, imagining the events after A Court of Silver Flames (incl. the bonus chapters), and featuring a new OC. Disclaimer: I haven't read Throne of Glass or Crescent City just yet, so none of the events in those series have been taken into account in this fanfiction. Let me know your thoughts about this in the comments! I would love to discuss 🩶

She was on the run, unsure of where to be - "𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶." Living on the run, controlling a different power, Belladona crosses lines into The Night Court to hide away from her captors. But little does she know, she's been tracked by somebody else. Her rarity makes her a direct threat and perhaps what she doesn't expect to fall in love with being in the shadows - or rather, somebody else's shadows.

{ACOTAR AU - BOOK 1} "The Daughter of Dawn and the Spymaster of the Night Court locked eyes... and the mating bond snapped into place." After suffering decades of torture during the reign of Amarantha, Auriella, daughter of Thesan and Zephyr, tries her best to recover from the trauma and damage that has been done to her physically, emotionally, and mentally. Before Under the Mountain, Auriella was a light that glowed in the deepest darkness but not anymore. As much as she tries to go back to the person she once was, she cannot. Auriella is stuck in a pit of nightmares and pain that she fears she will never overcome. But as her trauma worsens and unexpected things happen, it is up to the Daughter of Dawn to find answers in the Night Court, where she will receive help from the Inner Circle. But as Auriella spends more time around her mate, Azriel, things become more complicated and could possibly become more than she ever believed. {All ACOTAR characters belong to Sarah J. Maas} Best Ranking: - #1 in ACOTAR - #1 in Azriel

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.