Galadriel was once a spy, deep in the Autumn Court but an act of loyalty to a friend cost her that position. Now forced back into hiding, the Night Court takes charge in keeping her hidden from Beron's search for her head. Loyal to her spymaster, she faces the backlash of what that has cost her in the near two hundred years of lying and the weight of her failure breaks her down bit by bit.

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 :)

Azriel had spent centuries believing that he of all people didn't deserve a mate. And if anything, the last three years had just galvinised that particular belief. And then he meets her. The first time Oriana met Azriel, she thought that he reminded her of a skittish cat. Shy and a little bit broken. Good for him that she absolutely excelled in fixing the things around her.

She was supposed to return to New York. Instead, a diverted portal drops her from the sky and directly into Rhysand's arms, carrying thirteen concealed weapons and no knowledge that magic exists. The Night Court believes the armed human who crossed its wards may be a threat. She believes she has been abducted by an immortal magical intelligence agency. Neither side is entirely wrong. While Rhys searches for the truth behind her arrival, Raveena searches for a way home. But the deeper she is drawn into Prythian, the harder it becomes to determine who can be trusted, what her arrival set into motion and whether returning home will ultimately cost more than staying. An ACOMAF alternate universe featuring an original female character, altered mating bonds, MULTIPLE POVs, and a slow-burn romance. 18+ ||Mature Themes.|| Canon knowledge recommended. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, and core plot points belong to Sarah J. Maas. I do not own the ACOTAR universe. I only claim ownership over my original characters and plot alterations/character arcs.

Sorella Divaan - the second and youngest daughter of Keir - was born for one reason: to fulfill an alliance. She's used to being quiet and invisible, lest she incur the wrath of her father. And at seventeen years old she is sold off in an arranged marriage to the heir to the Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra. She's heard grim tales about her new husband, but as she gets to know the male behind the mask, Sorella discovers that sometimes the things you didn't choose are the things you come to treasure the most. _____ "Worried about me, sunshine?" he smirked, and the arrogance of it was so at odds with his tender touches. "Yes." I didn't deny it. I said exactly what I thought. "Yes, Eris Vanserra. I worry about you when you're not right here with me, and I'll sure as hell worry about you when you go off to literal war." All arrogance fell away and in its place was an affection I never expected to see when I first married this male out of threats and obligation. He swallowed. "Damnit, Sorella. How is it you made me care so much about someone other than myself?" "I didn't. You have always cared about everyone so damn much and hide it behind indifference and cruelty and sly schemes so others won't know how big your heart truly is." Eris reached up and cradled the back of my head with his hand, then brought his forehead to mine. "You have me all figured out, don't you?" I sucked in a breath. Our mouths were so close. Too close and not close enough. "Like you said, I'm very observant," I said hoarsely. My voice had never sounded like that before, but Eris had this way of making me be bold, different, and more...myself. Deep in my chest, somewhere in my very soul, that little flame kicked to life and flared hotter with each too-fast beat of my heart. Eris's pupils expanded, the black almost completely swallowing the burning amber.

Rayna had spent years hiding in the shadows of the mortal realm, burying her power beneath layers of silence and secrets. There, a strong bond formed between her and a sharp tongued, Nesta Archeron. But peace never lasts, not when your name is whispered by fate itself. But what happens when her friend's sister comes back, no longer human? When the High Lord of the Night Court speaks of war and death?

In which a combat medic falls into an unsettling fate. TW: graphic medical descriptions. [Azriel X Fem OC]

Aether is the Guardian of the Night Court, sworn to protect her High Lord and the court she loves deeply. A role created by the Mother herself, she is soul tied to her High Lord Rhysand and must carry out the responsibilities given to her by her title, or at least she should have. Born on the outskirts of Velaris, she was discovered first not by her High Lord, but the King of Hybern. Used for her powers, she lives a century under Hybern's control. On a routine seizure of information and to wipe out Hybern assets, the Spymaster and General of the Night Court come across a woman, beaten and weak, supposed to be Hybern's weapon master. They take her back to Velaris to heal and meet with the High Lord, but as the soul tie snaps together, another bond does as well to the High Lords' brother, Prince Ascelin. Being thrown back into society, Aether must navigate healing her trauma, meeting her new found family, and grow into her role as the Mother gifted Guardian. Trust will be tested, love will bloom, and tensions will rise. Pre-ACOTAR -- ACOSF fem!oc x male!oc

Long before Prythian's fate was changed, the Spring Court had a forgotten daughter. Lady Rinaver, daughter of the past High Lord of the Spring Court and Tamlin's younger sister, possesses a power that few truly understand. Confined within the borders of the Spring Court and haunted by a past she refuses to speak of, she has spent centuries hiding secrets that could change everything. When Tamlin brings the human Feyre Archeron to the manor, Rinaver is overcome by an inexplicable resentment-yet can't stop herself from quietly protecting her. As old secrets awaken and destiny begins to unfold, Rinaver will discover that the greatest threat to her heart isn't within the Spring Court... it's waiting for her in the Night Court.

Summary: Y/n Archeron is a cold and sometimes cruel human who was turned fae against her will. As she navigates her life as a fae, she begins developing feelings for Azriel. Having never been in love makes her weary of these new found feelings. Whenever he gets closer than she anticipates, she pushes him away*. *at least for first 30 chapters, the rest would be spoilers.