My High Lord

ACOTAR fanfic - Elain and Azriel Elaine slowly finds her way out of her shell, through the darkness. She has the upmost gratitude for Azriel and his patience through the months. Azriel, the Shadow Singer, has never had this feeling in his chest. Not with Mor, who he begged the cauldron daily was his mate, especially not with any of his recent conquests. But every time he looks at Elaine, his breath hitches in his throat and he starts sweating. What does this mean?

Just after Amarantha's fall, what if the guards had found a child being hidden away in the dungeons? An innocent little 4 year old girl with black curly hair, and violet eyes. What if Amarantha had been pregnant and hidden her away, as a ploy to control Rhysand. Rhys not only has to return home knowing that his mate is in love with another, but to learn how to be a father to a child he never knew existed. © All Rights Reserved. Feyre/Rhysand mating is coming - This is my first fanfiction so please remain patient, and feedback is very much appreciated!

Born into the cut-throat Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra had been surrounded by monsters his entire life and spent most of his time scheming for the crown his cruel father still possessed. His world is thrown into chaos when an unexpected source gets to his father before he can. Astra was raised in the flourishing Night Court and had been gifted with powers from the stars. When she takes revenge on an ancient High Lord, she is forced to bear the explosive consequences. The Mother had a wicked sense of humor and blessed the two rivals with a mating bond. *Will contain spoilers for ACOSF (also available on Ao3)

Feyre and Rhysand have been mated for 15 years, and the wait of trying to become parents is finally over. Or is it? Join the Court of Dreams as they ride through the highs and lows while Feyre and Rhys try to get pregnant, and watch the joy and sadness that this journey brings with it. In a story that spans over the course of almost two decades, you will experience the hard days and the happy moments, the ups and the downs, and hopefully, it will all be worth it in the end. Update: written before the release of A Court of Silver Flames.

ACOTAR / RHYSAND X OC FANFIC What if a ruler from another realm stumbled into the Night Court? What if she were as powerful as Rhysand himself? Would they ally, rage war, or fall in love? This is based loosely on the ACOTAR plot line. Major plot lines are mostly followed, but if anything strays please remember this is loosely based! I do not own any of the characters or plots of the original ACOTAR series written by SJM.

LUCIENNA VANSERRA WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF THE AUTUMN COURT HIGH LORD. She was born sickly, despised by her mother, her brothers filling the hole she left. Her path crosses with a night court spymaster once she is grown. Lucienna Vanserra was prepared to face the consequences once their mating bond snapped in place. Azriel x OC Female || All Rights Reserved ||

Acotar fanfic Mor X female Oc (there's not a lot I can say without spoiling it so ur just gonna have to read it to find out ;)

Females were very rare in the night court's ruling family as it was, all either die young or end up forgotten in the abyss of history. Rhysand ever thought he'd have to father one of these, in fact, he did't believe he even deserve to be a father, until he was faced with the results of a one night with an old friend...

What if Rhysand had a child with Amarantha while he was imprisoned Under the Mountain? (One he never knew about..?) There is desire in the familiar ache of agony. There is a sort of comfort in spilled blood that drip from walls. Cathyrena pressed the magenta lipstick to her Mother's lips. Watching the brush stain pale skin and dress up a monster in angel clothing. Her jewels shimmered and shined with a type of mocking cruelty. There is a moment where she wonders what color Amarantha would bleed if she were to stab her in the eye. That night, the same violet dress Cathyrena matched her lips with laid in the empty bedroom floor. It's star-like gems still intact. The bed covers wrinkled and pillows thrown. Amarantha liked to have Rhysand in the brightest of Night when the Moon was full. She picked up the fabric softly. She had noticed the High Lord of Night scent mixed with her Mother's. Her indigo eyes flickered back to the mattress where he was raped. She wondered if he liked the dress. Cathyrena has all the worst traits of her parents. Darkness and Murder. But, what if she inherited all their best ones too? Its a shame Amarantha doesn't have any.