Acotarxreader Stories

Hey! First of: I HAVE ONLY READ ACOTAR AND ACOMAF (I have to purchase/read the rest) so if there's something I don't know about I apologize in advance! Also: This is my first time posting anything on wattpad so if I mess something up please be patient. Some of these idea might be subconsciously taken from other stories, but if they are purposefully referenced/ I use they're idea I will tag them and the post! Please please give me requests cause I'm gonna need them! Message me to request or request in the comments!

{ACOTAR X READER/POC OC} - I blinked innocently, despite the fact that the lack of space between us and the way his breath is fanning across my skin makes my desire anything but chaste. "What's your problem?" The words are meant to be strong, but the cracks in my resolve are clear and make his expression shift to one of a twisted smile, calloused and yet intoxicating. "My problem," he echoes like it should be obvious, "Is that I couldn't find you-and then I had to smell you on someone else." This is insane. The conversation in the hall lasted at least a minute. "We barely talked, and it's not like I owe you anything." "Don't mention him," he growls, "And I'll show you what is owed."

ᴀɴ ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

She thought he was just a quiet guardian. He noticed everything. An elementary school teacher with a soft heart and steady rules collides with Nyx's shadowed, watchful uncle-new in town, unsettlingly perceptive, and far too controlled to be harmless. What starts as polite exchanges quickly becomes something more. As lines blur between professional distance and undeniable pull, she finds herself drawn to the way he watches, protects, and chooses with quiet certainty-especially when he steps in for her, without hesitation, when no one else does. He doesn't do half-things. And once he decides she's his... there's no turning back.

Nyx has finally find his mate much to his and inner circle's happiness. Will it be a really happy ending?

You are Dorians half sister who goes with him and Aelin to forge the lock but you don't return with Aelin as tumble down to an unknown world

𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 / 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗮𝘇𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗹 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ⠀‿ ࿔ since everything that has occurred with the transformation from humans into fae of the two Archeron sisters, you can't seem to contain the jealousy over Elain when it comes to your best friend Azriel, after he has been spending dusk and dawn trying to get her attention. tw: angst, one-sided love (?), incorrect orthography & grammar since English is my third language, insecure reader (because who isn't), reader kinda hates Nesta & Elain, reader is a bit of a bitch, no use of 'y/n', all characters are kinda ooc, platonic (brotherly) relationships with Cassian and Rhys <3 a/n: title if from the song "my moon my man" by feist. first time writing for acotar, please be nice... <3 ongoing series! originally posted on Tumblr under @/egoby also posted on ao3 under @/coffinstuffer ❕ I'm far more active there and post more frequently aswell.. I'm posting this Fanfic here for safety reasons, as well as because I loved wattpad back when i was younger. For any questions don't hesitate to get in touch with me under @/egoby on Tumblr! I hope you enjoy!

She was everything Azriel wasn't-bold where he was restrained, loud where he was silent, fearless where he was guarded. Flirting with the Shadowsinger started as a game, an easy way to watch the most composed male in Velaris lose his composure but somewhere between stolen glances, jealousy, and almost-confessions, the lines began to blur. What was once harmless fun became something neither of them could ignore-and suddenly, the shadows around him weren't the only thing drawn to her.

The worst heartbreaks don't arrive all at once. They happen slowly-through missed calls, tired silences, almost-texts, and the quiet realisation that love can still exist while two people fall apart. When she and Eris decide to "take space," it's supposed to help them breathe. Instead, it leaves them haunted by everything the other used to fill. No betrayal. No dramatic ending. Just two people who loved each other deeply and somehow lost their way. But distance has a cruel way of revealing what matters most. And when life keeps pulling them back into each other's orbit, they're forced to face the question they avoided from the start. Was the relationship failing... or were they?

Growing up with Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel means accepting one simple truth. Peace was never an option. Not in Windhaven. Not in Velaris. Not anywhere they exist. They prank her like it's a blood sport. Scare off anyone foolish enough to flirt. Hover when she's sick. Snowball fights become tactical warfare. A casual smile at the wrong male becomes a territorial incident. Three of the most powerful males in Prythian-High Lord, General, Shadowsinger. And somehow, she's the one they call trouble. Three brothers. One sister. Absolutely no mercy.

It started simply. A chance encounter with Rhys. One friend led to another until she somehow found herself woven into the Inner Circle-Mor's bright energy, Azriel's quiet steadiness, Cassian's relentless teasing, Amren's sharp honesty. Since then, life with them has been a mix of small disasters and unexpected loyalty. A rough day turned into a rooftop gathering she didn't know she needed, a minor training injury that sent everyone into overreaction mode, an accidental brush with something magical no one could explain and a truth-or-dare night that proved they're all menaces in their own way. She never set out to belong to their world but somewhere along the way, she did.

Five years ago, she fled with a secret-the son Rhysand never knew existed. She built a quiet, hidden life... until the day her little boy runs straight into the arms of the High Lord she swore she'd never face again. One look at the child with his violet eyes, and Rhysand knows the truth. Dragged back into each other's orbit, old wounds reopen-lies, heartbreak, fear, and the pull between them that never died. Rhys is determined to earn a place in his child's life-and in hers, no matter how many years were stolen from him. A story of second chances, stolen years, found family, and a love stubborn enough to survive fate itself-if she's brave enough to claim it.

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.