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 ??

➸ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 the princess of Night goes through an unexpected nightmare and lives to tell the tale. （ azriel x fem!oc ） ↳ slowburn! 𝗚𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝘂𝗲𝘁 - 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑛𝑒 [pre-acotar - acosf] -› ᴄᴇʟɪᴀᴛᴍ [ started: 4/16/22 ] [ ended: ??? ]

A Monster. That's what they'd always called her. Sasha wasn't delusional enough to think they were wrong. Made of shadow and suffering, raised in cold and cruelty, she was every inch the monster the world feared her to be. She tried not to hate herself for it, for the way this world had forced her to be. Maybe she did not deserve this life she'd been given, the life that had been forced on her, but she'd been through too much to give it up now. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ON HIATUS (soz) ACOTAR oc insert Multiple(?) romances Plot centred Started : 7/10/24 ACOMAF finished : 12/6/25 ACOWAR finished : ... ACOFAS finished : ... ACOSF finished : ... Idk how well this will do but the hyperfixation will consume my soul if I don't get this out my system :)

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 /𝘸ɪ𝘵ʃ/ 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 1. 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬. "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ, ᴇꜱᴍᴇ" "ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ"

Cutthroat? Yes Annoying? Yes Tempting? Yes And the list went on..... The above list was how Lilliana Mae preferred to describe Eris Vanserra. Not her favourite prince however she had no choice but to put up with him. And don't be fooled, she wasn't also his favourite royal from the scheming winter court. But did any of that prevent Kallias from setting them up? No. .......................................................... "I sincerely apologize, for looking extremely handsome and stealing the spotlight darling." "And here I thought, you'd suck it up and apologize Vanserra."

For fifty years, Asteria survived. She survived the loss of her brother. She survived the war. She survived becoming the person everyone leaned on. But somewhere between duty and grief, she forgot how to live. She forgot how to fly. Then Azriel arrives at the mountain house half-frozen, wounded, exhausted-and everything begins to change. In the quiet of storms and candlelight, among shadows that adore her and wings she no longer remembers how to use, Asteria begins finding herself again. And somewhere between shadows, storms, and stolen moments, Azriel realizes there was never going to be an escape from her and why his shadows chose her centuries ago. A fantasy romance set in the Night Court. Slow burn. Mutual pining. Healing. Star magic. Wing care. Shadows with opinions. And a love story written softly between the stars. All characters and settings from the A Court of Thorns and Roses series belong to Sarah J. Maas. I only own my original characters, scenes, and plot additions created for this fanfiction. This story is a non-profit work of fanfiction made purely for entertainment purposes. Happy Ending :)

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

"𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐔𝐏," 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃; 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒. 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 the youngest archeron was born with her soul bathed in starlight. 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘹 𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘢𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 series

Adria Archeron only had one goal in life. Survive. The Archeron reputation disintegrated right before her eyes. Over night her family's wealth and riches turned to ash and she was left to pick up the pieces. As the eldest, Adria was fortunate to gain a few skills before their descent into poverty. Alone she protected her family from both known and unknown threats. After one fateful hunt, her youngest sister Feyre unknowingly changed the course of their lives forever. Yet Adria's goal remains the same. Through her own life experiences she knew what hides in the shadows of men and bares the scars for it. I do not own any of the characters except my own. Sarah J. Maas owns A Court of Thorns and Roses and all the characters within her story.

"How can one be a Queen without a crown, darling?" she cooed, a small smile on her face. "Slit her arms." The guards each restrained me, tying my legs together, and my upper arms to my torso. They slid up my leather sleeves, took out a knife, extended out my arms, and began slitting long marks down the length, from my elbow to wrist. I screamed in pain, twisting and writhing away from them as best as I could. Tears streamed down my face, the pain becoming unbearable as air hit the open wounds. Vomit began rising in my throat, panic stirring in the back of my mind. "Stop, please," I begged, unable to take the pain. "I can't, I can't-" Briallyn placed the crown in my hands, allowing the blood from my arms to run down onto it, staining the precious silver metal red. Red. That color. Iron. That smell. It dripped onto the floor, echoing around the room, reverberating between my ears. Splattering. That sound. The guards squeezed each of my upper arms, pushing more blood out of the wounds, causing me to howl in pain. I cried and wriggled, holding desperately to the crown. My guts turned at the sight, my arms stained red, unclean and impure. *this story contains strong themes of violence, PTSD, and sexual assault*