You somehow get transported into the Bridgerton TV show and need to find a way to navigate a society that you feels so discontented from. Cheeky dimension traveling fanfic with some romance Enjoy xx

BOOK 1 - completed Two best friends find themselves freefalling through Velaris' sky with no way back home. Azriel x OC Pre-ACOTAR to ACOSF (I seriously don't know what else to name this fanfic) This is a fanfiction, the world and the characters other than my oc' belong solely to SJM #1- underthemountain (18/10/21) #1- acomaf (5/1/22) #2- acowar (18/10/21) #1- acotar (26/10/21) #1 - rhys (7/3/22) #1 - azrielxoc (1/12/21) #2 - worldtravel (30/11/21) #2 - sjm (7/12/21) #2 - azriel (22/7/22) #1 - fae (14/4//22) #1 - acosf (15/5/22)

Quando a dor do mundo real se transforma no fardo de um destino escrito por mãos alheias, o que resta de você? Esther sempre se sentiu deslocada no mundo real. Desde a infância marcada por perdas, solidão e negligência, ela aprendeu a sobreviver em silêncio ─ uma alma sensível escondida atrás de livros e sonhos impossíveis. Entre turnos exaustivos em um trabalho que mal pagava suas contas e noites insônes lutando contra crises de ansiedade e depressão, seu único refúgio era a literatura. E entre todas as histórias que conhecia, uma em especial pulsava em seu peito: A Corte de Espinhos e Rosas. Era nas páginas desse universo mágico que ela encontrava alívio. Um mundo onde a dor se transformava em propósito, onde até os mais feridos tinham chance de lutar ─ ou amar. Esther não acreditava que a vida oferecesse redenções assim... até o dia em que a sua chegou ao fim. Após uma morte solitária e silenciosa, ela desperta num corpo que não é o seu, cercada por feéricos e magia, diante de um espelho que reflete o rosto de Amarantha ─ a temida vilã da saga. Um ser cruel, manipulador, símbolo de tirania. A antítese de quem Esther foi. Ou teria sido? Com as memórias intactas de sua vida passada e o conhecimento da história original, ela se vê obrigada a viver como alguém que o mundo odeia ─ alguém que, no fundo, ela mesma desprezava. Mas o que acontece quando uma alma ferida é colocada no corpo de um monstro? E se o monstro também tiver suas próprias cicatrizes? Dividida entre o peso do passado e o fardo do novo destino, Esther precisa decidir: se render ao papel que lhe foi dado ou desafiar o próprio tecido da narrativa para escrever uma nova versão de si ─ e talvez, da vilã que agora habita. Porque talvez... toda vilã tenha sido, um dia, apenas uma garota que ninguém salvou. ☪ Iniciado: 28/O4/2O25 Fase: Em andamento.

Ela acorda em um corpo que não é seu, após um sonho ardente e confuso que beira o pesadelo. O quarto em que desperta está longe de qualquer hospital - é um aposento sombrio, luxuoso, com cheiro de rosas e sexo, e móveis que exalam poder e crueldade. Seu reflexo no espelho revela o impossível: ela agora é Amarantha, a Grã-Rainha cruel de um reino feérico. Sem saber como ou por que foi parar ali, tudo o que resta é o instinto de sobrevivência. Servas a tratam como realeza, e o salão do trono se curva diante dela. Mas nada se compara ao encontro com Rhysand - o Grão-Senhor sombrio, cuja expressão carrega ódio e feridas frescas. Feridas que talvez ela mesma tenha causado. Mesmo sem saber como. Ele se ajoelha diante dela com sarcasmo e ameaça velada, deixando claro que sabe que algo está errado. Que ela não é Amarantha. Mas ainda assim, todos acreditam que seja. O jogo começou. A corte observa. E ela, uma humana presa em um corpo odiado, precisará aprender rápido a manipular as aparências, ou será destruída. Um bilhete enigmático aparece mais tarde, com a sentença final: "Você não é ela. Mas pode não durar muito." Agora, ela precisa sobreviver - entre máscaras, perigos e sentimentos confusos - e descobrir a verdade antes que seja tarde demais.

NUMBER 1 IN FANTASY ADVENTURE - 11/05/2025 Book 2 of Queen of Bargains: Monsters Under the Mountain After a year full of nightmares Under the Mountain, whispers of Amarantha's curse ending had spread through the lands. Every subject, small or big creature had woken up with a burning remnants of a bargain they did not know of. Only those who had witnessed her did. Under the Mountain, those who had witnessed the carnage mortal girl caused standing above Amarantha's throne, she had made every single High Lord kneel before her. And now... She was gone. Stolen by the Lord of the Night. No one knew where but they knew she was alive, reborn from the bargains that held her together. Because they felt it. They felt her soul connecting to theirs.

(#790 in fanfiction 2017-04-30) **I am including a spoiler warning for Empire of Storms and A Court of Mist and Fury. Both now have canon follow-ups, but just in case. NOTE: This story was written before ACOWAR and KoA came out, and therefore no events or plot points revealed in ACOWAR, ACOFAS or KoA were taken into account in this story. This includes relationship developments, power capabilities, characters not introduced until the aforementioned stories, or character developments. Please keep this in mind as you read. What would happen if Terrasen's queen met the high lady of the Night Court? Set after A Court of Mist and Fury and in a hypothetical situation where Aelin has destroyed Erawan and rules as Terrasen's queen. I do not own any of the characters or settings, they belong to Sarah J. Maas. Please note, there is some swearing. If you are uncomfortable with that then don't read it. COMPLETED MAY 2017

Estelle Beaumont just wanted a peaceful hike on her last day of vacation. Instead, one ill-starred moment of curiosity leaves her miraculously stranded in the fictional world of Prythian--a faerie realm full of ruthless court drama, rampant misogyny, and enough deadly magic to keep anyone up at night. Armed with foreknowledge that's only helpful when it isn't actively trying to get her killed, Estelle quickly discovers that living through the story of ACOTAR is far less fun and far more perilous when it's her own basic-ass, untrained mortal life on the line. Her plan is simple: keep her hands off of the plot and survive long enough to find a way back to the family and love she left behind. But the so-called "Mother" clearly has other plans for Estelle, forcing her to confront an unsettling truth--that her role here in Prythian might be far greater than that of a passive observer. As Estelle reluctantly abandons her original plan, uneasy alliances form, old wounds reopen, and fractured trust begins to mend. Love, loss, and scars of the past converge as Estelle slowly starts to see that the family she thought she'd lost might take a new shape, and that the life she left behind might be the only reason she's prepared for the fight ahead. But the cost of shaping Prythian's future--and her own--might be greater than she can bear. After all, it's a future that was never meant to be hers to begin with. And this is all that damned Cauldron's fault... ☆⊱──────⊰ ☽✧☾ ⊱──────⊰☆ A/N: Warning: This fanfiction is purely self-indulgent, with long-winded introspection and a major, major slowburn romance. Read at your own risk lol. Also if you don't like self-insert/iseki like tropes were an original character who read the books ends up in the fictional world as the new main character, you might want to skip this. Somethings will stay very familiar, others will diverge completely, and I plan to add extra world building along the way.

Histórias do universo acotar retiradas do Tumblr e traduzidas. Não são de minha autoria, tem seus devidos créditos. Para os queridos que querem ler mais imagines deles, mas só encontram em inglês como eu. Possivelmente haverá continuações de imagines do Imagines 1.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ✮ ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ x ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ✮ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴏᴡᴀʀ The fall of Hybern should have been the end of it: the bloodshed, the violence, the strife. But all kingdoms come with a failsafe. An Heir rises, and an assassin wakes. She is a walking myth, a legend from nightmares. When the Deathbringer finds her way into the Night Court after centuries of dormancy, the Inner Circle sees her for what she is: not an omen, not a weapon, but a girl. She just might be the key to saving Prythian -- if she can first find a way to save herself. Assassin. Murderer. Monster. It seems like a fair enough trade: her shattered soul to take down the Heir of Hybern. And yet, the Inner Circle has another method in mind. The guilt of her past weighs like a world on her shoulders, though Fallon can't seem to deny it: this Court, these people... they're worth dying for. But they just might be worth living for, too. There's one in particular. One who speaks to shadows, one whose darkness seems to whisper to her own. There's a word hidden in that whisper, one she could never fathom until now -- until him. slowish!burn. plot-centric just as much as it is romance-centric, or at least imo.

Heaven is not fit to house a love Like you and I. Tommy Shelby / oc. Peaky Blinders. 2025 © bridalshowers cover by @freaklowden