Nyx x OC War is over and peace starts to sprout or, at least, superficially. On the third year of his illyrian training, Nyx comes across a human girl that glows with a presence Amren bows to, a presence even the Mother cowers before, but how terrible is this Amarantha look alike, exactly? How will she and her Father impact the lives of the fae in Prythian?

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 ??

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.

Thia was born of darkness and power-daughter of Amarantha, the self-proclaimed Queen of Prythian, and Rhysand, the most powerful High Lord the realm has ever known. Now, Thia must carve her own path through a court steeped in chaos, secrets, and shadows. But survival means more than enduring her mother's cruel legacy-it means choosing who she will become in a world that already decided what she should be. -Disclaimer: I do not own rights to ACOTAR, all rights belong to Sarah J Maas.

Each year Under The Mountain, Amarantha sent Rhysand to the Spring Court with the order to watch Tamlin during Calanmai and report back to her who he had chosen as his Maiden. With no other choice, Rhysand did as she asked, knowing he was condemning those females to death, because they had touched something the Queen saw as hers. But one female had escaped, pregnant. She managed to evade Amarantha's guards for years until her luck ran out. When Amarantha learns of her child, of Tamlin's daughter, she decides she'd make the perfect gift for her father's enemy...The High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand.

A story of a girl who woke up in the Acotar universe on a random Tuesday and continues to live her life in the universe she doesn't belong in, but found a home in, changing stories, lives, and the fate itself and discovering something new every single day she spends with depression, sarcasm and cunning behaviour along with mischief. Rhysand x Amara (oc) Feyre x Tamlin English is not my native language; this is just a story, not copied or stolen. All copyrights belong to the owners and Sarah. j. Maas for the story and the cover, except for any plot changes and my character, Amara. Here is the story you all have been waiting for and deserve, guys. I can not thank everyone enough for reading my previous one. This is not my first one, as I have already written A Tale of Twisted Fate a while back. If you didn't read it, please do. i love you all so much.

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.)

Estelle Beaumont just wanted a peaceful hike on her last day of vacation. Instead, one ill-starred moment of curiosity leaves her miraculously stranded in the fictional world of Prythian--a faerie realm full of ruthless court drama, rampant misogyny, and enough deadly magic to keep anyone up at night. Armed with foreknowledge that's only helpful when it isn't actively trying to get her killed, Estelle quickly discovers that living through the story of ACOTAR is far less fun and far more perilous when it's her own basic-ass, untrained mortal life on the line. Her plan is simple: keep her hands off of the plot and survive long enough to find a way back to the family and love she left behind. But the so-called "Mother" clearly has other plans for Estelle, forcing her to confront an unsettling truth--that her role here in Prythian might be far greater than that of a passive observer. As Estelle reluctantly abandons her original plan, uneasy alliances form, old wounds reopen, and fractured trust begins to mend. Love, loss, and scars of the past converge as Estelle slowly starts to see that the family she thought she'd lost might take a new shape, and that the life she left behind might be the only reason she's prepared for the fight ahead. But the cost of shaping Prythian's future--and her own--might be greater than she can bear. After all, it's a future that was never meant to be hers to begin with. And this is all that damned Cauldron's fault... ☆⊱──────⊰ ☽✧☾ ⊱──────⊰☆ A/N: Warning: This fanfiction is purely self-indulgent, with long-winded introspection and a major, major slowburn romance. Read at your own risk lol. Also if you don't like self-insert/iseki like tropes were an original character who read the books ends up in the fictional world as the new main character, you might want to skip this. Somethings will stay very familiar, others will diverge completely, and I plan to add extra world building along the way.

Freya fell asleep in her own bed and woke up somewhere else. She could anticipate many things - being kidnapped by a cult full of weirdos or having her organs sold on the black market. What she didn't anticipate was being thrown into a fantasy romance novel, especially one she had dropped after reading just the first few chapters. What? She really did not like blonds. [OFC x RHYS, ISEKAI as she becomes Feyre]

In a world surrounded by evil and shadows, a young healer's defiance becomes legend. When Vaela Thorne is dragged to the Mountain, a place of nightmares ruled by a monster in silk and blood; her fate seems sealed. Scarred, silenced, and stripped of everything but the fire in her veins, she refuses to kneel for a self-proclaimed 'High Queen'. But night watched her from the throne's edge: Rhysand, feared High Lord of the Night Court, whose cruelty is matched only by the secrets behind his eyes. The High Lord recognizes her as the ghost of a female he would dream of; he then takes her as his 'pet', where Vaela and Rhysand are forced into a deadly dance of masks and a bargain, where every lie hides longing, and every touch is edged with danger. When they shattered the chains from Amarantha, and Rhysand calls upon their bargain, he takes Vaela to his Court. Where they both fought to know and find freedom once more. But Prythian was never truly free: an ancient evil darkness stirs in the forgotten corners of the world. Not of this realm, hungering for destruction, it's gaze fixed upon Vaela and the secret she carries deep in her soul. Now the fate of courts and hearts hangs in the balance. And as love blooms in the heart of night and war shadows the horizon, Vaela must reckon with who and what she truly is. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Ranking history: #1 in acourtofthornsandroses #1 in rhysand #1 in cassian #1 in romantasy #1 in throneofglass #1 in elf #1 in azriel #1 in tog ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ •Rhysand x Main OC and eventually later on through the story: Azriel x OC and Cassian x OC. •This story will have a different story plot than the original. •Story is 18+ only. •Peep my patreon for 'Fated' content and spicy art ;) •DISCLAIMER: All rights of the ACOTAR universe belong to Sarah J Maas except for my OC's.