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❝ 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎? ❞ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ❛ ⸻ IN WHICH every story must have a beginning. Before Prythian had The Mother and the Faeries, there were deities and gods. Among those deities and gods were The Creators. Beings of immense power to create all life form around. However, the price to create came at a cost. Their freedom to freely roam around the places they created for the ability to have a family of their own. They chose a family. Now, they sit idly in a realm befitting gods known as the mother realm. A place they govern and oversee their creations and realms. Where they create more gods and deities alike. But, two thousand years ago, when their eldest daughter was born, war broke out. In an effort to sway the fates to bring about peace once again, a marriage was offered. But that was millennia ago. Aerilyna Drakarah is the last of the remaining female dragons in Prythian. After escaping her prison, she is back. But her husband is missing. When she is offered asylum in the spring court, she takes it all while searching for a way to find her husband. Only things become difficult when a mortal woman is taken by Tamlin. With time running out in Prythian with the curse and time running out to find her husband, Aerilyna is stuck between two worlds.

My name is Silene, and I am Rhysand's little sister. For 500 years, I have buried and stuffed my feelings down into the depths of my soul. For 500 years, I have smiled and nodded while my heart cracked into a thousand tiny pieces. Why? For 500 years, I watched as my mate fell in love with another woman. When he fell out of love with her, I thought I had a chance. Until Feyre became High Lady. Until her sisters came to live in Velaris. Until Elain Archeron.

a court of mist and fury fanfiction azriel shadowsinger x oc 18+ - "The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found Something so out of the ordinary. You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord return to me dust." What happens when a reader falls into ACOTAR's universe.

The King Of Hybern smiled as the girl looked up at him with furious deep blue eyes, her breathing ragged. The cauldron seemed to throw off one last ripple of power before settling down. Choosing Rhysand's sister as his little test subject had clearly been the right choice, and now it had been proven to work, Jurian would be back to fight for them. __ Asteria was long lost between the truth and the myths of what the rulers of the Night Court had once been, but just as Rhys has found his new peace, The King decides to throw his sister right back into the twisted game of crowns. __ Azriel x Rhys sister. Slowburn.

( acotar x fem! harry potter ) After so much time, she thought the prophecy was fulfilled. They celebrated her. A symbol. A hero. The Girl-Who-Lived. But just when she and her group thought they could rest-when the war was over, and they could finally begin recovering from the vast amount of death and tragedy they had survived-the magic did not let h̶e̶r̶ them rest. It tore them from their rebuilding home and took them to a different realm.....one where immortals wear crowns, lands are divided by seasons and power, and a realm where a war was at its peak. （ rhysand x oc ）+ azriel (maybe lol) beautiful cover by @ irxnblade

So this is my take (fan fiction) on what happened after ACOFAS. This story doesn't include any spoilers about ACOSF but there are some including the first 4 books of ACOTAR series. Nesta Archeron has lived in the human realm for the past 9 years. Nobody remembers her now. She saved her family in the only way she could. She took that bargain, because she couldn't face them afterwards. She was weak she was a mess. She isn't that now. She has a whole school, an academy she is leading. But everything changes when a new students comes. Everything might break, everybody could remember... he could remember...

"You want to come in." It wasn't a question; it was a bold statement. He raised an eyebrow and felt her stiffen, although his body betrayed him when he thought about... No, no, he wouldn't think about that. "Is it an invitation?" "No," he responded automatically. However, she didn't hesitate and only smiled crookedly, with that confident and annoying expression. "You wouldn't regret it, you know." She leaned casually against the door frame, which only brought her closer to him, and stared him right in the eyes, with that look of mischief but something more behind it, that something more making him tense and clench his jaw. Note: A gender-bender Nessian fanfic.

Gwynriel & Elucien fanfiction This story takes place after a court of silver flames. As Azriel struggles with his feelings towards Elain, several incidents make him more interested in the red haired priestess, Gwyn and as his feelings start to grow and glow, the rest of the inner circle notice the spark between them, including Elain. Devastated as she realizes that Azriel is in love with Gwyn, Elain goes deep in her grief and finds solace in the last fae she expected to, her mate. *Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas*

When Nesta dances with Eris, she discovers something unexpected in his calculating gaze-recognition. Unlike Cassian who seeks to fix her or the Night Court that treats her as a burden, Eris sees her true nature: a queen without a crown. In his arms, political obligation transforms into something dangerous. When he proposes marriage, offering not just escape from her gilded cage but a throne of her own, Nesta faces her most crucial decision. The Autumn Court runs dark with blood and Beron Vanserra casts a shadow more terrible than his son's burning eyes. Would accepting mean trading one prison for another? Or could their alliance forge something revolutionary-two equals who refuse to kneel, even to each other? For the first time, Nesta might not just stand on her own, but rise with a crown upon her head.

It's been a year since Cassian's untimely death. A year since a stranger from Bryce's world fell into hers. A year of them sharing a home and being civil. But today is the day Nesta Archeron finally dissolves all of her anger and misplaced dismissal to attempt to begin anew--the Dusk Court needs her, needs them--as if the stars had truly rewritten their stories. Notes: Nesta Week 2026: Day 3: Fate/Destiny

TW in some chapters, 18+, read at your own risk

❝ I can't believe I'm saying this,❞ he breathed, running a hand through his long hair. Nesta held her breath, anticipation coiling in her belly. ❝ I can't live without you.❞ Highest rankings: #2 in Nessian #4 in acotarfanfiction #11 in nestaarcheron

Nessian WW2 homecoming AU- Cassian comes back from the war to the love of his life and his new baby boy.

Nes-ta. Nes-ta. Nes-ta... How the wind moans her name. What did she do, drowning the ageless dark? What did she take? She ripped something out with her teeth, and what came out was not what went in. This is my take on what happened to Nesta inside the Cauldron. Cover by @shalizeh7 on tumblr

Asas e Chamas, ou Asas e Brasas, é um conto publicado nas edições da Target do livro Corte de Névoa e Fúria. A história possui como ponto central a relação entre Cassian e Nestha. Leia exclusivamente o que aconteceu no segundo encontro privado - e por que o General de exército do Grão-Senhor se recusou a divulgar qualquer de seus detalhes quando retornou a Corte Noturna. Para Cassian, o impetuoso e belo general illyriano dos exércitos de Rhysand, lidar com o sexo oposto sempre foi fácil - e agradável. Porém, quando ele é enviado ao reino mortal para despachar uma mensagem para o seu Grão-Senhor, Cassian encontra-se novamente face a face com Nestha, a irmã mais velha de língua afiada e espírito de aço de Feyre. Honestamente, Cassian mal pode esperar por uma outra rodada contra a linda Nestha desde o primeiro tenso encontro deles há algumas semanas. No entanto, ele certamente não admitiu isso a ninguém - sobretudo a ele mesmo. E Cassian certamente não admitiu que ele finalmente conheceu alguém que não foi tão facilmente seduzida por seu ligeiro sorriso e arrogância infalível.

When Feyres mother dies leaving her family with nothing, it's now up to Feyre to take care of them all. But it proves to be more difficult than she thought it would be. Will Feyre find a way to keep them all alive, or will the Archerons be devoured by the cold, merciless winter? This is an acotar fanfiction and it's also my first so please don't judge lolll

🇺🇦 Ukrainian | Every piece of content is made by me, the one that is not will be marked. Enjoy! 🩷

Something slow burns from Nesta and Cormac's friendship and leadership over the course of them reviving and rebuilding Dusk. Nesta learns, however, that the bond is something you can never bury. Despite their shared grief and mutual understanding, a realization finally sparks Nesta into seeing Cormac as more than her King or her confidante, but truly as her new mate. Notes: Nesta Week Day 4: Lover Fade to black at the end because I was on a time crunch, but perhaps I will do a smutty chapter 2 one day.