Everything was going perfectly after the war was over. However, one day, when a son of Morpheus came to camp, Percy's perfect world started to crumble. He was once known as the leader of camp and Savior of Olympus. However, after much influence from this new demigod, he was known as the selfish jerk of the camp who abused his status and powers to torment the other campers just to give him a laugh. Driven out of camp, Percy searched for a new life while trying to come to terms of his friends' betrayal. He searched and searched until he read of the many worlds outside of Earth and knew then that was where he was going to search for his new life. Hey Guys! This is going to be my Chaos fan fiction. It's going to start out similar to other Chaos stories with the betrayal stuff but I want to focus more on Percy's life before he is sent back to Earth and basically how he becomes the most powerful bad ass in the history of the universe.

Aelin in the Night Court. Semi AU in that Feyre has been going to the Night Court for several weeks and Aelin is Aelin, lives in Adarlan, and can access her magic.

After Amarantha's death, Prythian is a hustle of courts restored and alliances engaged. Tamlin has finally found his place as a high lord; respected and generally adored by all. Feyre, still haunted by the shadows she had to endure Under the Mountain, can't help but notice his longer absences. Some connections strengthen, others weaken, as Rhysand collects his monthly dues. This story delves into a steamy romance, Tamlin's own struggles, and of course, Lucien. This is simply to keep me from festering away in the dark, while I await May 3, 2016. Please feel free to leave me suggestions and opinions, so that I can correct my writing and make it better! I am always looking for input. If you want a more detailed story between Rhysand, Feyre, and Tamlin, here it is. Currently, the content is not mature; I am thinking new adult, as Sarah's was written. Hope you enjoy!!!

Sometimes we have to give up that which we love most so that it can be saved, to be enjoyed by others, but never ourselves again. Feyre has survived beyond that terrible day under the mountain. But at what cost? Immortal, broken and unable to feel. Has Tamlin doomed her to a wraith like existence? When the light and life of new Spring is so damning, where can she flee to but the Night? This story takes place after ACOTAR. All characters belong to the talented Sarah J Maas, who I hope is locked away in a tower somewhere, writing a sequel so that my tormented soul can find out what happens next instead of having to write mishap versions of her incredible story.

A Feyre X Rhysand fanfiction set after the events of A Court of Thorns and Roses. The High Lord of the Night Court comes to Feyre to collect his debt. I can't wait for this in ACOMAF, and I know lots of people can't either so this is for all my fellow Rhys trash out there ;) xx (and yes, the title is a Shakespearean quote)