Life aren't too easy for people who felt like they left alone, but they do feel belong while they were in the other world. JAKE SULLY X OC AVATAR- AVATAR: Fire and Ash I do not own any of the character in Avatar; only my character. cr art: owner

Rhysand's Inner Court are all mated and he feels like the odd man out. Everything changes when he sees her and hears her sing. He is captivated by her, but she doesn't see him. What started as the meeting of two fated souls, is complicated by her past and her present. Can they come together to find happiness or will past wounds break them? Rhysand x original character fic. The High Lord and The Bard is an ACOTAR AU where none of the events in the ACOTAR universe have happened. Only the characters and locations will be the same with some key changes. Disclaimer- All rights belong to Sarah J Maas. Only my MFC belongs to me.

What if Rhysand had a daughter with Amarantha? Amarantha had Rhysand under her control for 49 years for her own perverted purposes. During their time together, she conceived a child. A child that Amarantha told him died during child birth. Or did she? Azriel x original character fic. Disclaimer- All rights belong to Sarah J Maas. There are also some quotes I have borrowed from Xaden Riorson (because he is just a vibe) so rights for those belong to Rebecca Yarros. Only my MFC belongs to me.

Inspired by the ACOTAR series - what if you woke up one day in Prythian, but to your horror, you found out you've became Amarantha? This is her story. Navigating this new world and life, she will have to win the High Lord of the Night Court's trust and take on the journey that would help her get back to her world.

Grosvenor Square, 1813 The London Social Season has only just begun. With presentations before Her Majesty and new scandals simmering beneath the surface, one must wonder-how will this season unfold? This author, for one, cannot wait to find out. Consider, dear reader, the household of the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton-who shall not only be shepherding her eldest daughter, Miss Daphne Bridgerton, but also her younger daughter, Miss Elena Bridgerton, through the dizzying whirl of the ton's festivities. Will they find their perfect matches? }~~~~~~~~~~~{ Miss Elena Bridgerton, though perhaps more open to the notion of marriage than her younger twin, Miss Eloise, remains a creature of intellect and curiosity. Her passion for knowledge-and for freedom-burns as brightly as any candle in the Bridgerton library. Follow her as she navigates the intricate waltz between love and liberty, striving to hold onto what little independence society allows her. Simon Basset, the newly minted Duke of Hastings, has but one purpose in London: to settle his late father's affairs before returning to Clyvedon. In no need-and even less desire-of a wife, the Duke has sworn never to marry. But will his resolve remain unshaken once he encounters the spirited and deceptively innocent Miss Bridgerton? Note: This story may include a touch of Daphne-bashing, as her role fades to the periphery while Elena takes center stage. Many familiar scenes will be reimagined and altered to fit this new narrative. Thank you, dear reader, for joining me on this journey. I do hope you enjoy.

She's a girl with dirt-streaked fingers and flowers in her hair. Sweet. Soft. A quiet soul more at home among vines and moonlight than courts and crowns. But fate has its own rhythm. And it leads her straight to Rhysand, the High Lord of Night. Powerful, untouchable, carved from stardust and storm. A male who sees her not as delicate, but divine. Their bond is unexpected, ancient. Where he is shadow, she is bloom. Where he commands the skies, she listens to the earth's breath. She may tremble in silks and blush when spoken to, but she roots herself deeper in his heart than he ever thought possible. A story of the girl who bloomed in darkness and the High Lord who learned that even among stars, it's the flower that teaches you how to grow.

Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court. Power and starlight. Made of dreams and devotion. His mate, strong and radiant, the only one who could match him heart for heart. What began with a wish and a bond became something far greater-family. From labour beneath a sky of falling stars to sleepless nights, first words, magical mishaps, and tiny hands clutching his own-they grow, they stumble, they love. He thought he knew what love was. Then he held his daughter. A story of stars and lullabies, of magic and parenthood, of a warrior learning the bravest thing he could be was gentle. He was their sky. They were his stars.

When an injured Illyrian warrior crash-lands near her modest cottage, Elara, a resourceful young widow, has no choice but to take him in-despite the risk to herself and her daughter, Isla. As Azriel heals under her care, he finds himself drawn to the quiet resilience of the woman who saved his life and the innocent curiosity of her spirited child. *Denotes mature chapters* Disclaimer: the characters and world belong to Sarah J. Maas, and this is a fan-created tribute. Highest rankings: #1 in ACOTAR #1 in Azriel #1 in ACOMAF #1 in ACOSF #1 in Feyre Beautiful cover by _CamilleB_

Ivy Sorrengail always knew she would be a rider. It didn't matter that she was tasked with keeping her sister alive in the quadrant. It didn't matter that the marked ones hated her for her mother. It didn't matter that the others hated her because they couldn't beat her. And it didn't matter that her own wingleader was hopping she failed. She wasn't just going to survive, she was going to thrive. ** This is my twist on Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yaros. I do not own the story.

"In my end is my beginning."- T.S. Eliot Princess Daenaera Targaryen died above Shipbreaker's Bay. Then she woke up the night the man who killed her lost his eye. Given a second chance at life and armed with the knowledge of the future. Rights to the owners!