One minute, Sienna Quinn is asleep in her tiny Jersey apartment. The next, she wakes in a bed that is definitely not hers - beside Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. There are ancient wards, winged warriors, a sentient House with opinions, and absolutely no coffee. Sienna has no phone, no way home, and no explanation for how she appeared in the most protected bedroom in Velaris. To the Inner Circle, she is an impossible problem. To Cassian, she is a training disaster waiting to happen. To Mor, she is clearly worth keeping. To Azriel, she is suspicious. To Amren, she is already too much. And to Rhysand, she is becoming a riddle he should not enjoy solving. A lighthearted ACOTAR portal-fantasy fanfiction full of banter, found family, slow-burn tension, Velaris chaos, and one very under-caffeinated girl from New Jersey. Disclaimer: This is an unofficial fanfiction inspired by the ACOTAR universe. Canon characters, settings, and world belong to Sarah J. Maas. Sienna Quinn and original plot elements belong to me.

❝ The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them. ❞ - Lois McMaster Bujold IN WHICH Nina Zenik was raised among the Archeron sisters with a secret written into her blood. She was taught to command the living. No one taught her what to do when the dead began answering back. 𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 × 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐚 × 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 ↳ slow burn

In the heart of Prythian, an ancient curse stirs from the shadows-infecting wild beasts and threatening to unravel everything. What begins as a sickness soon reveals a darkness far more devastating, spreading faster than anyone could have feared. Into this growing storm steps Elara, a woman cloaked in mystery and danger. She crosses into the Night Court undetected, carrying a magic feared and forgotten: the power to control blood itself. Once a symbol of strength in her dying bloodline, her gift now threatens to destroy everything she's fought to protect. Haunted by a tragic past and bound by a desperate promise to her lost village, Elara embarks on a dangerous quest to find an ancient relic buried deep within the Night Court. But her power is unstable, fueled by pain and fear, and with every step, it threatens to consume her-and the fragile peace of the realm. Drawn unwillingly into the Inner Circle's dangerous world, Elara faces impossible choices: to save those she's come to care for or surrender to the darkness whispering through her veins. With enemies closing in and trust fraying at the edges, one thing is clear-Elara's fate will decide whether the curse consumes them all... or finally breaks. ||Azriel x OC|| Updates will be slow but let me know what you think about it already! All comments welcome, enjoy! **Inspiration and original characters taken from the world created by Sarah J Maas**

Oleander Sorrengail survived her first year in the Riders Quadrant, but survival came at a cost no one understands. Not her brother, who she thought was dead, only to learn he chose a war over her. Not her twin, who she will always come second to. And certainly not her mother, General Lilith Sorrengail, who has only ever seen her as a disappointment, and a tool to wield. Bonded to a feral dragon, Oleander was never expected to develop a signet. Most assumed she would become another casualty, either of her own magic or of stronger riders. But during the worst moment of her life, her power finally drips out of her. Nightmares made of black ink. Creatures that move like liquid metal. Horrors that react to her every emotion and reflect something dark enough that even her allies begin to question what she is. And Oleander has no idea how to control them. When Basgiath's leadership realizes what she can do, they see more than a rider. They see the ultimate tool. The perfect weapon. And they will stop at nothing until Oleander becomes exactly that. This is an Iron Flame fanfic intended for audiences 18+ due to mature content.

The daughter of Autumn, born of fire and fury but made to be quiet, compliant, perfect. Her choices were never hers. Until him. Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. Dangerous. Distant. Off-limits. For years, they were nothing more than heat in the dark, a quiet ache neither dared name. Until one night changed everything. When secrets bloom into something irreversible, she must decide what she's willing to risk to protect a life that was never supposed to exist. A story of a girl born to burn, and a boy made of shadows. He was her shadow. She was his fire. Together, they burned.

╰┈➤ ❝ [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. 𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜, slow-burn! acotar and onwards, heavy oc lore

She was never meant to be loved-only displayed. Married to the Night Court's feared Intelligence Chief, she lives as a beautiful ornament in a gilded cage. In the Court of Nightmares, she stands at his side... unseen, untouched, unloved. Until Azriel. One accidental collision. One lingering glance. And suddenly the shadows begin to notice the bruises beneath her silk. What begins as quiet concern becomes stolen moments and whispered promises-fragile hope in a world ruled by secrets, where love is the most dangerous betrayal of all. Star-crossed lovers-destined to find each other, doomed from the start-bound by love and fate to an end neither could escape.

She was Rhysand's heart-his mate, his wife, his beginning and end. Until she was stolen, her memories rewritten, their bond buried beneath lies. And Rhys? He never stopped searching. Now, she's a stranger to herself, haunted by dreams she can't explain and a pull she doesn't understand. Velaris is unfamiliar. Her family, forgotten. And Rhys is just a shadow on the edge, grieving, waiting. But the truth always finds a way. The story of a High Lady lost, and the High Lord who never let her go. A love that even death couldn't erase.

She met him by accident-tripping over fate in a crowded market and into the arms of a male with wings, shadows, and a gaze that lingered too long. She called him creepy. He felt the bond snap like a blade to the heart. She didn't know she'd been watched. He didn't know he'd finally been found. What starts as coincidence turns into destiny tangled in laughter, bruises and shadows that adore her far too much. She doesn't fall for the legend whispered about in courts-she falls for the male who catches her every time she stumbles. And Azriel, who has lived centuries in silence, learns that some bonds don't bind. They bring you home.

Feyre was a High Lady. Nesta was a Valkyrie. Elain was a Seer. And she was the sister the Cauldron ruined and forgot. Invisible in a family of legends, haunted by nightmares no one noticed, she learned to stay quiet... to expect nothing. Except Azriel noticed. The Shadowsinger who never spoke too much saw everything-her pain, her loneliness... and the bond between them she didn't even know existed. And when the world decides she is the easiest one to break-Azriel will make them suffer for it.