550 pages complete - daily updates coming 7/18 The insinuation didn't make her mad. It didn't comfort her. But it did strike a chord. "My instincts are the only reason I'm alive. They're why those children in Sangravah survived." Azriel descended to the grounds of the river house. "Then perhaps you should listen to them." He set her down gently and the moment she opened her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "I told you I would wait. I meant it." His words rendered her dumbfounded. They were the words of a male devoted. A male who knew her far longer than Azriel had. But she didn't reject them, because her tears over his broken body had been the tears of a female who had lost a part of their soul. A female bound to him. "Shall we?" said Azriel, gesturing up at the river house. And Gwyn nodded, for she knew no words. *cover by lowkeystruggling*

"Shadows may hide...but the light reveals all." After the events of A Court of Silver Flames, Gwyneth Berdara begins a quiet journey of healing, strength, and self-discovery beneath the stars of Velaris. As her power awakens into something stronger than anyone could have imagined, and the Night Court's shadows draw closer, an unfamiliar bond forms between her and the male who commands the dark. Slow, tender, and unspoken, their connection may prove to be the balance they never knew they needed. A story of when light meets shadows, and connection forces healing. Gwyn finds her voice, and Azriel finds himself listening. Healing is never quiet, but love can be. Will the Shadowsinger finally open his eyes? Or will he continue chasing what he can't have? Be prepared for real yearning, angst, eventual smut, and of course, a slow-burning romance. P.S. I do support all three Archerons, so there will be no serious Elain or Nesta slander. Girls support girls here. #1 in GWYNRIEL 5/31/26 7/14/26 #1 in Shadowsinger 3/28/26 #1 in gwynxazriel 3/28/26 #1 in gwynrielfanfic 3/28/26 #1 in postacosf 3/28/26 #1 in Nessian 3/25/26 7/29/26 #2 in Gwynriel 3/28/26 #4 in Feysand 3/28/26 #1 in Elucien 4/8/26 #5 in sjm 4/8/26 #15 in nightcourt 5/6/26 #1 in gwynethberdara 5/12/26 Cross posted on Ao3 @kaliyahwrites17 Gwyn's Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3X0HFzVPuMUOpRNizQgdaV?si=W_kEc4IaTsS1yQpZ3INnGQ&pi=Yh0MS4JMR1CmC

yours is the light by which my spirit's born [ azriel x fem!oc ] [ pre-acotar - post acosf ] ━━━ 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

Ivy Meadowcroft lived among Illyrian men who only wanted her for one thing: her ability to breed. She wasted away in an Illyrian camp in the mountains, tucked away where surely the High Lord and his Inner Circle would never find them. She lived a life of fear, loneliness and solitude. The only thing holding her together? The soft thread of light anchored inside of her. Her only source of light and softness, something she treasured. Azriel, shadow singer and spymaster, was anything but soft. But he would try for Ivy. His fated mate would be tortured no longer. Months after the invisible thread appeared, he'd finally found her. adn gods help any male that stood in his way. (This is a work of fanfiction. Any characters or cities and courts from the ACOTAR universe are owned by the original author, Sarah J Maas.)

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.

ACOTAR- Azriel/OC Volume I in the A Court of Secrets Series - Five hundred years ago, the Princess of the Night Court was slaughtered in the Illyrian wilderness. Her wings were torn from her back. Her head was put in a box and thrown down the river for her brother to find. Her story ended the way it was told- through blood and suffering and death. At least, that's what everyone thought. But there are secrets she took to the grave- And one of them is that she's still alive. Now, as war with Hybern looms and the cracks in the Night Court begin to splinter, her return sets off a chain reaction that no one is ready for. Allegiances shift. Truths are questioned. And the story everyone thought they knew begins to unravel- One bloody, burning lie at a time. - Special thanks to @fxckmiup and @crimson_text for their support, encouragement, and editing.

Opposites attract- Stretching through the universe to find each other amongst the stars. The warmth of the Sun, the call to the Moon. Eliana, Daughter of Helion- High Lord of the Day Court- was raised in wealth and glory. As a child, she radiated joy and light despite her traumatic start in Prythian. Her mother, Austra, was a desperate urge to smother Helion's feelings for a claimed female. Austra hid her pregnancy from the High Lord, only to be lost to the birth of her child. Helion was brought his glowing daughter and vowed to raise Eliana at his side. Eliana learns that she is not being raised like the other heirs and rebels against her father. At a loss, he begs the other heirs to befriend her and guide her into the life of a Prythian High-born. Eliana finds her powers and is encouraged to work outside of her court. At that, she learns that she isn't the heir that she thought she was. In desperate attempts at a life worth living, Eliana clings to her best friends. They hold her up and encourage her to live a life of joy and light, like she once had. Travelling the courts of Prythian, Eliana feels a draw to the Night Court. She decides to train her powers in a dark cavern of a land she never thought was possible. As Eliana navigates the depths of her new findings and dismantled life, she finds herself pulled to the Heir of the Night Court like the tide to the moon. All characters of the ACOTAR universe belong to Sarah J. Maas.

being the youngest archeron sister often meant that you were the forgotten one, no one ever saw you, until he did. Azriel x Archeron!OC

A rare discovery changes everything-another shadowsinger, her. Found young and frightened, she's brought to Azriel, and the moment their shadows touch, something soul-deep sparks between them. As she grows into her power, their connection deepens - shadows entwining, protective, playful, and increasingly intimate. What begins as mentorship, becomes undeniable affection, desire, and love. They find home in each other-and in the shadows that first brought them together. Azriel softens for her. She finds safety in him. Their bond isn't just shadow-deep-it's fate.

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.