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I'm tired My Lord

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Tamlin isn't the best High Lord. He isn't even the best person. In fact he's rash impulsive and vindictive. He holds grudges and wallows in his own misery which makes the other faes despise him. 
After war he had nothing left. No mate no wife no power and what's worse no trust from the other High Lords.
Even after he helped them so much- Evan after he risked everything he had for them!- he still remained a persona non grata in most of their courts. Until she arrived. The personification of the sacrifice that he made to save himself and the person that haunted his dreams ever since. She came to once again salvage him from fate far more gruesome than death.

TW! 
This story contains mentions of depression, trauma, violence and self - harm. I don't wish for my work to influence your well-being in any way so please if you think that anything like that might trigger you - do not read this.All Rights Reserved

acotar angst azriel bittersweet fae fanfiction feyre fiction friendstolovers love lucien magic politics prynthian rhysand rightpersonnotenoughtime romace sad socialconflicts springcourt tamlin war

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What if I lived? ✔️ by Chihirophie

Two hundred years ago Rhysand lost his mother and sister in a grueling murder. But what if that sister had survived? What if the head in that box was just a tree-stump, transformed to look exactly like her? What if she had instead been sold for her knowledge on the mysterious Night Court? And what if that sister would now, just a few years after the war, find her way back, but with agendas of her own? ****************************************************************************** "Alright, oh wise one, my need for wisdom has run out now, so you can be on your way now" I waved my hand. "That's cold" Rhys put a hand over his heart, " I thought we were having a big-bro-little-sis talk here." I rolled my eyes, but he slid an arm around my shoulder: "We both already know what you'll do anyway." "Oh, we do, is that right?" He nodded: "You always been so predictable, if you would write murder-mysteries everyone would know from the beginning who killed the victim." "That's weirdly specific, how long have you been sitting on that one?" I snorted. "Since you insulted my taste in art" he sniffed theatrically. I laughed: "You are one petty High Lord." "I don't even know what to say to that insolence" he shook his head.

Bastards (Rhysand x Azriel x Cassian x OC Poly) by 1rf123

[Cover by @eriithefishy] Sylvia, a young Illyrian living in the Windhaven war camp, has worked all her life to prove that she is worthy of anything a male is worthy of. When the High Lord opens Valkyrie training to all the females of the Night Court, Syl jumps at the chance to become a real warrior. She begins training under Cassian and Azriel, and finally feels like she can accomplish her goals. Nothing can distract her. Except perhaps once she becomes a little closer to the High Lord and his friends... DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the A Court of Thorns and Roses characters or concepts, they belong solely to Sarah J. Maas. Sylvia is my OC though. TW: This story contains graphic depictions of sexual scenes (smut) and a strongly polyamorous relationship, as well as bisexuality/pansexuality. Any hate towards the LGBTQIA+ community or polyamorous community will NOT be tolerated.

Seven Courts of Love and Magic by nizuaxo

The magic of Prythian is fading, and with it everything that Zaria loves. As daughter of Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, her father's reputation precedes her, but she is determined to save the only home she's ever known. Across the realm, Nyx struggles with the pressure of the legacy he carries as Rhysand's son, the most powerful High Lord of all time, the High Lord of the Night Court. In an unlikely alliance forged from family rivalry and an unwanted mating bond, Nyx and Zaria are Prythian's last hope of existence. Together, they must travel through the seven courts, reconciling their differences to save their home, and their parents. **Inspiration taken from the world created by Sarah J Maas**

𝒜 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝑅𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 | ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ by Jelly_Legs

~What if Rhysand's sister had fought back the day that Tamlin's father hunted them down? Fought enough to buy her life?~ Arwen escaped that day, scarred and ruined, but alive. Residing in her brother's city, she hides behind a mask of bliss before the coming of Amarantha. At a stranger's glance, there is little more she could ask for. Expensive dresses line her wardrobes, a home of great expanse, a circle of friends, and most of all, a mate. But pain boils behind that mask, and soon it will spill over. It was only a matter of time. Slow Burn Pre-ACOTAR Top ranking #1 in ACOTAR #2 in RHYSANDS SISTER

Hyacinth (Tamlin's Healing Arc) by lameezisme

Book 1 - Battle for the High Crown Hyacinth, known as Cin, has lived in a village located in rather close to the High Lord of Spring's Manor, all her life. She's seen the once thriving and prosperous Spring Court fall into ruin and lawlessness due to the absence of their High Lord, Tamlin. But two years of waiting and hoping, Cin has had enough. Having stood by and watched her home deteriorate for long enough, she sets out to find the High Lord and bring him back to his seat of power, against the wishes of her brother, Bron. As Cin helps Tamlin restore his decrepit Manor and re-establish order in the Spring Court, she becomes his closest ally and confidant. Together, they work to rebuild the Court and bring back the faith of the Fae in their High Lord. But as Cin helps Tamlin, she must also confront her own traumatic past. Can these two trauma survivors, Cin and Tamlin, save each other and their home? Join Cin in her journey as she fights to restore order and prosperity to the Spring Court, facing her own demons and navigating the challenges that come with rebuilding a kingdom, all while trying to find a way to heal both her and Tamlin's past.

Spring and Night: ACOTAR Fanfic 2 by AdelinaPetal

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A Court of Innocents by trpalechek_1

Tamlin was my mate. That gods-damned bastard. The man who had broken my High Lady, who had sided with Hybern. I hated him. Or, I wanted to hate him. But suddenly hating him was impossible when my heart wanted nothing but him. And what about Azriel? Oh gods, Az...

Heal me by mika-no-sekai

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ACOTAR (Rhys's POV) by crazygurl4ever

A group of fic's detailing some of the more major scenes of A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas from the point of view of Rhysand as he experiences Feyre for the first time. Includes: Chapters 20-21: Calanmai Chapter 36: The First Trial Chapter 37: Feyre Makes the Bargain with Rhys Chapter 39: Rhys Reveals the Bargain Chapter 40: The Second Trial Chapters 43-45: The Third Trial/Feyre Dies Chapter 46: Rhys Sees the Mating Bond ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I found this on internet. Hope you enjoy!

$A Court Of Flowers And Shadows {Azriel Shadowsinger} by faithelzbeth_writing$

"You make my world just a little bit more full of light." "That's a little bit ironic don't you think?" "Well, flowers need light to grow so no, not really." Being the youngest and only daughter of the High Lord of the Spring is always weird. Especially when you are fully aware of the fact that your older brother Tamlin didn't want the title once your father was dead. Amara didn't have much in ways of comforts and time away from her brother but Rhysand had always been more than happy to take her away and to Velaris, as long as she swore that she would never tell Tamlin, her older brother. That was where she had been when the Blight hit.

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What if I lived? ✔️

Two hundred years ago Rhysand lost his mother and sister in a grueling murder. But what if that sister had survived? What if the head in that box was just a tree-stump, transformed to look exactly like her? What if she had instead been sold for her knowledge on the mysterious Night Court? And what if that sister would now, just a few years after the war, find her way back, but with agendas of her own? ****************************************************************************** "Alright, oh wise one, my need for wisdom has run out now, so you can be on your way now" I waved my hand. "That's cold" Rhys put a hand over his heart, " I thought we were having a big-bro-little-sis talk here." I rolled my eyes, but he slid an arm around my shoulder: "We both already know what you'll do anyway." "Oh, we do, is that right?" He nodded: "You always been so predictable, if you would write murder-mysteries everyone would know from the beginning who killed the victim." "That's weirdly specific, how long have you been sitting on that one?" I snorted. "Since you insulted my taste in art" he sniffed theatrically. I laughed: "You are one petty High Lord." "I don't even know what to say to that insolence" he shook his head.