** 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.

Born into the cut-throat Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra had been surrounded by monsters his entire life and spent most of his time scheming for the crown his cruel father still possessed. His world is thrown into chaos when an unexpected source gets to his father before he can. Astra was raised in the flourishing Night Court and had been gifted with powers from the stars. When she takes revenge on an ancient High Lord, she is forced to bear the explosive consequences. The Mother had a wicked sense of humor and blessed the two rivals with a mating bond. *Will contain spoilers for ACOSF (also available on Ao3)

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 have not read Throne of Glass nor 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 🩶

** 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** Born with wings that should not exist, Evanora (ev-uh-NOR-uh) has spent her life hiding in the shadows of Illyria. Concealed by her mother's desperate invention - a dark paste to mask the white leather of her birth - she learned early that survival meant silence, invisibility, and secrets. But when grief, fear, and fury spark a forbidden light within her, Evanora's secret can no longer remain buried. Hunted by her own people, she finds herself swept into the heart of the Night Court, where power, danger, and beauty are entwined. There she meets the Shadowsinger - unreadable, relentless, a warrior who sees too much. Tasked with training her, he becomes both her harshest trial and her most unexpected tether. Yet as whispers of war rise across Prythian, and the Autumn Court stirs schemes that could burn the realm to ash, Evanora must confront what she is, what she fears, and the truth of the bloodline her mother died to protect. In a court of fire and darkness, of love and betrayal, light may be her greatest weapon. Or her doom. [Also on AO3 under stvrlightt_cerys]

╰┈➤ ❝ [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. ---------------------- (𝑎𝑧𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑥𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑐) (ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑜𝑐 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒) (𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠) (𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤-𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛!)

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

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.

a court of mist and fury fanfiction azriel shadowsinger x oc 18+ - "The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found Something so out of the ordinary. You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord return to me dust." What happens when a reader falls into ACOTAR's universe.

Completed. AzrielxFemale OC - Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut, Soft Az. Lots of Action/Story/Other character involvement. "Coming back is like swimming up to the surface. If you almost drowned already, it takes a while to feel safe taking a breath." The Shadowsinger gets distracted on a raid by a gentle natured female that appears out of place in the camp he's just taken over. He gets his job done, but takes critical moments to pull her aside and offer her refuge in his home city of Velaris. The risk of their conversation costs him, and the next few months are spent overcoming the repercussions, both physical and emotional. Dark magic swirls in Prythian, calling on spells more ancient than the High Lords and Ladies have seen in centuries and wreaking havoc on those who are too young to even recognize the source. A war is brewing and a quiet battle is already raging for the loyalty of the only healer in Prythian possessing the skills to identify and fight back against the sorcery. How will young and old, light and dark, pain and forgiveness, come together to save the land, and each other? Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places referenced here. All belong to Sarah J. Maas.

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"