"You look happy." Mara whispered, her voice scratchy from sleep. "So do you." Feyre whispered back. Mara searched her friend's face, thumb absentmindedly stroking Feyre's knuckles. "You deserve happiness, Feyre, so much happiness..." her voice trailed off towards the end. Feyre was not hers...and now she never would be. - This fanfic will be for all the books and they will all be published in here so you don't have to add multiple 'books' to your library. RysandxFeyrexOC. Will not be a love triangle(well it will be for a little while) but a loving triad. - Warnings for: everything already talked about in ACOTAR series as well as my OC abusive parent(only seen in brief flashbacks but she deals with the after affects), Amarantha takes a liking to my OC and certain things ensue...as well as torture. chapter 26 and 28 are the worst of it, you may skip those and it will not effect the story...I got carried away but I wanted to keep it in. Nothing explicit or detailed, only allusion to what happened or will happen.

Each year Under The Mountain, Amarantha sent Rhysand to the Spring Court with the order to watch Tamlin during Calanmai and report back to her who he had chosen as his Maiden. With no other choice, Rhysand did as she asked, knowing he was condemning those females to death, because they had touched something the Queen saw as hers. But one female had escaped, pregnant. She managed to evade Amarantha's guards for years until her luck ran out. When Amarantha learns of her child, of Tamlin's daughter, she decides she'd make the perfect gift for her father's enemy...The High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand.

Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin

As the cherished twin of Eloise Bridgerton, Elizabeth was raised wrapped in comfort, indulgence, and quiet affection. Her brothers ensured she lacked for nothing, her world filled with silk dresses, polished shoes, and the kind of attention reserved for those born into privilege. Yet despite a life of ease, Elizabeth's heart remained untouched by cruelty. She is gentle where others are sharp, kind where society often demands indifference. Above all, she believes in love. Her mother taught her that marriage should be more than duty, that it should be built on tenderness, devotion, and choice. And Elizabeth listened. She dreams not of titles or strategy, but of a love that feels sincere, a future chosen with her whole heart. John has watched her from the edges of that world for years. A footman in the Bridgerton household, he knows his place well. He has stood quietly in doorways, held open carriages, and witnessed Elizabeth's kindness in moments meant for no one else. He has seen her gratitude, her warmth, her softness and understood, from the beginning, that loving her was forbidden. Because Elizabeth Bridgerton belongs to a world he can serve, but never claim. In a society governed by rules that cannot bend, their feelings are dangerous things, unspoken, unseen, and impossible to ignore. And yet, love has a way of growing even in the spaces it is not allowed to exist. This is a story of privilege and restraint, of devotion held in silence, and of a young woman raised to believe in love only to discover that the heart does not care who it is meant to belong to. Bridgerton S2-S4

[Volume 2] Caught between her past and her chosen family, Ka'reya must fight against the blood that once claimed her - while living with the silence of Eywa after losing her songs. With Neteyam at her side, love becomes both her strength and her greatest vulnerability, as war, loyalty, and fear test what they're willing to sacrifice to stay together. In silence, in love, in war - she becomes fire without flame. And through it all, Neteyam remains - the calm in the storm, the heartbeat beside hers.

Travelling by oneself is challenging, even more so as an outlaw. No one knows this better than Keya, a wandering nobody with a dangerous secret. That's why she, along with thousands of other refugees, aims to head over to the safest city in the Earth Kingdom: Ba Sing Se. However, her path to safety is diverged when she comes across a moody stranger with 'trouble' written all over him. Follow as love blossoms in the dark times of war. Set in book 2 & 3 of Avatar: The Last Airbender. (TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of violence, war, trauma responses, and the like.)

Bad Bunny walks into bar... and soaks a random woman in his red wine and ruins her dress. What happens next? Who knows. I don't. Playlist (link in bio for mobile): https://open.spotify.com/playlist/79benVoulrDXFzPwgI5vLo?si=nHmhNE4BRkC5Fn0WnpSuCQ&pi=dHkbgGXtR5a9F cross-posted from my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65724277

Born from a forbidden love and raised under the watchful eye of royalty, Lilliana-the Queen's dazzling niece-was never meant to be ordinary. She speaks the harsh truth, walks with purpose, and keeps her heart guarded behind a thousand secrets. When she crosses paths with the charming big brother of her new friend, Lilliana finds herself entangled in a dangerous game. Anthony Bridgerton: sharp-tongued, stubborn, and impossible to ignore. What begins as a battle of wit and will, quickly turns into something more -a slow-burning tension that threatens to unravel them both. The next question lingers in the air, heavy with intrigue and possibility-Can love truly flourish this season? Only time shall tell, dear readers, and I think that even the most guarded hearts cannot escape the heave of fate.

Nancy Griffiths, a young & beautiful woman with musical talents, came from a poor working class family from Bloomsbury. Together with her mother, Nancy worked as a maid at the Danbury household while her father was a simple clerk. Following the passing of both her parents, Lady Danbury took it upon her to raise young Nancy and mentor her to become a fine young lady. Years pass and now a world class pianist and composer in a world dominated by men, Nancy returns to London from performing in the Americas and faces the high society she is now recognized to be a part of where she will face many challenges, including being forced to find herself a husband. 03/03/2023: No. 1 in #benedictbridgerton 03/07/2023: No. 2 in #bridgerton - THIS STORY IS NOT AT ALL ACCURATE TO THE BOOKS BY JULIA QUINN. THIS ALSO TAKES PLACE AFTER S2 - !WRITTEN BEFORE SEASON 3!

Rain Jones has mastered the art of pretending. A smile here, a laugh there-little tricks to keep people from looking too closely. But Jack Hotchner looks. And then, so does his father. Aaron Hotchner doesn't believe in coincidences. Not when Jack keeps mentioning how Rain "doesn't feel good" or how she "cries when she thinks no one's watching." Not when she flinches at sudden movements or when she brushes off injuries with too-easy excuses. He's spent his career reading people, and now, he can't unsee the truth written all over Rain's face. So he asks. Gently, carefully. And when she hesitates-when her breath hitches, when her fingers tighten around the hem of her sleeve-he knows. She's in danger. And he won't let her face it alone. When her past comes crashing back, when threats turn into action, the BAU will stand beside her. But it's Hotch who stands in front of her, a silent promise in his eyes: She's his to protect now.