Aurelia Balfour is miserable. Trapped in a loveless marriage, and with pretentious aristocratic women her only other company, Aurelia's tried everything from drinking to hysteria treatments to make her happy. One day, her fake friends begin to whisper about the nouveau-riche gang member who moved in next door, along with his cold wife. Aurelia recognises Thomas Shelby at once. She would have married him if not for the war, after all. GRACE HATE. I am a grace hater. If she has one hater, it's me. If she has no haters, I'm dead.

Bridgeton/Pride and Prejudice meets Azriel our beloved Shadowsinger and this author will tell the story of a Prideful noble lady and a spymaster who hates her. Azriel, the battle-worn Shadowsinger of the Night Court, has spent centuries in war and darkness. He has no patience for noble games, no desire for politics. But when Rhysand arranges his marriage to the infamous Jewel of Prythian-an effort to mend ties with the Spring Court and keep Azriel from dangerous affections-he is forced into a world he despises. Liora, daughter of the Dawn and Spring Courts, is everything he is not: a highborn beauty, the perfect courtly lady, untouched by war. To Azriel, she is spoiled, vain, and frivolous. To Seraphine, he is a brute-cold, scarred, and lacking any grace beyond the battlefield. Forced into marriage, they are trapped in a battle of wills, neither willing to bend. But peace in Prythian is fragile, and war is never far. Whispers of old enemies emerging from the shadows threaten the stability of the courts. As political tensions rise, Azriel and Liora find themselves at the center of a deadly game-where their union may be the only thing holding Prythian together. For beneath Liora's silks and diamonds lies a mind as sharp as his blades. And beneath Azriel's shadows and scars is a longing he never dared to name. Enemies by fate. Lovers by scandal. Can a warrior of darkness and a lady of starlight survive the storm ahead-or will their pride and prejudice tear them, and Prythian, apart?

OCxAzriel(acotar) This story follows Verena, a half high fae, half witch, who has lived with so much anger and despair since she was 16, when everything she knew and loved was taken from her by no other than the then High Lord of the Night Court. Centuries have passed, but Verena cannot let go of all the damage that has been done to her and to her people. This is why she finds herself in the last place she ever thought she would be at: the Night Court. She's after the last piece of her heritage; her mother's spell book, and nothing will stop her. Even if a certain shadowsinger has his eyes on her all the time. Oh, and did I forget to mention that the most powerful High Lord, Rhysand, is her brother? I do not own any of the Original characters from ACOTAR, only the ones I have created for this story. *Takes place before and after the events of ACOTAR ;) More coming soon...

[Azriel x Reader] Y/n is the daughter of a healer in the city of Velaris. After a small incident, she moves to the House of the Wind to work for the High Lord, Rhysand. Everyone in the house seems to welcome her except Azriel, the second in command. Even though he is just blankly polite and does not acknowledge her much, she can't help but fall for him. Does Azriel return her feelings or remain unfeelingly aloof?

At first, Azriel just really wants a slice of Peach Cobbler. Later, he thinks that the bakery owner is quite pretty too.

What if... Azriel actually takes Rhys at his word to visit a pleasure hall? And does exactly what his High Lord ordered? With unexpected consequences.

If there was one thing that both Azriel and Zahra Archeron had in common, it was that they were both very good at blending into the background. They just never thought that their family were going to be the ones who never saw them at all.

Eira Archeron was neither a Valkyrie, nor a Seer, nor the High Lady of the Night Court. She was actually pretty much useless. The only thing she wanted was to be somebody's first choice for once in her life. Also known as: Azriel's shadows decide that if he doesn't treat his mate right... they'll just do it for him.

"life was a willow and it bent right to your wind" pre season 2 - season 2 klaus hargreeves x female!oc

Severus let out a small sigh. "Don't you want a place you can truly call home? Somewhere that's just for us? When we retire, I promise I'll get us a house like that." Rosabelle lifted her head to look at Severus. Their noses were almost touching. "Wherever you are is home to me, Sev. You know that, don't you?" She said, with a soft smile. YOU WANT A HAPPY AND WHOLESOME SEVERUS FANFIC? WELL, THIS IS IT! Copyright 2023 MiraaChe Disclaimer: Any events, places, items, or characters from the Harry Potter Series belongs to J.K Rowling, a fantastic writer. I only added/changed a few things of my own. OC Rosabelle Snape belongs to me.