Feyrearcheron Stories

Azriel has always lived in the shadows-feared, endured, but never truly known. So when Rhysand assigns a calm, empathic female to keep an eye on the Night Court's unravelling Spymaster, Azriel wants nothing to do with her. He doesn't need watching. He certainly doesn't need someone gentle enough to notice how badly he's falling apart. But she never pries. Never fears his scars, his silence, or the darkness wrapped around him. Instead, she waits beside him in quiet libraries, patches him up without pity, and stays when everyone else would leave. And for the first time in centuries, Azriel realises how dangerous it is to be cared for.

Sage Havilliard feels useless. What happens when she gets sucked into a portal to another world and has to face a powerful enemy in order to get home. Will she learn to control her powers? Will she find love along the way?

Feyre was miserable in the spring court, but continued to faithfully live there, that is, until Tamlin killed her closest friend, Alis. In a change of events, Feyre kills the high lord of spring, and nearly kills Lucien as well, if not for a certain devilishly handsome high lord swooping in and whisking her away to his court of...dreams? An A Court of Thorns and Roses short story AU, where Feyre never leaves the spring court, and kills Tamlin.

felt like making up a story... so while we wait for jayden mitchell to reply to a certain message... this shall be dedicated to lucy as her chrissy present in the meantime xx - i don't proof read so ignore any mistakes bc i'm too lazy to fix it and i'll cringe 🫰🏼

In which the inner circle of the night court has a group chat.

❝he is midnight dreams and starlit nightmares; and you, my love, are trapped in his web.❞ · {an acotar fanfic} · © dqrkin 2018

DISCLAIMER: SPOILERS FROM THRONE OF GLASS, A COURT OF THRONES AND ROSES AND HOUSE OF EARTH AND BLOOD. Well, you can tell what happens here.

A series of oneshots about Elain and Azriel's relationship. The stories range from the transition of their relationship from platonic to romantic all the way over to their life as a married couple. Most of the prompts were requested by people on tumblr, though I will also be taking requests here! Just leave them in the comments and I'll do my best to make it happen. **Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or locations in these stories; they are Sarah J Maas' creation.

I had been told I couldn't do it. But I believed I could. OR Many, many years after the world had been reborn, Feyre and Rhysand's child is born into the throne as the most powerful High Fae in history.

Just a bunch of scenes with my favorites. I'm not talented enough to write an entire book, but the characters and certain scenes.... I can write. The fluff is unreal. I can't say how much I love what I created. I hope you enjoy it as well. Book characters except Luria are Sarah J. Maas'es. Enjoy

"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.

Exactly what the title says. There will be spoilers for the Throne of Glass, A Court of Thorns and Roses and the Crescent City series. All characters mentioned belong to Sarah J. Maas

Five hundred years. Five long centuries since Feyre was Made, since she was given life again. But it wasn't entirely on a whim, because she finished what she started by her unfulfillment of Amarantha's bargain. She killed Hybern, she has since orchestrated peace. She was Made for a reason. And Prythian has always been aware of her. Cover is by Elluna on DeviantArt.

Its been two centuries since the war with Hybern. Two centuries of peace and prosperity in not only Velaris but the whole of Pyrthian. The inner circle has just sent off their young heir to the Night Court to corral and maintain peace int the outer illyrian war camps . No one is feeling his absence quite as mush as the high Lord and Lady. However in the midst of their longing for their son a new and strange fate is set in their path. When Elain found a young girl sleeping soundly in the middle of her poppy field.

Some one shots from some of my favourite worlds.

"Are you going to stay there the whole time?" Alex dared to ask, his form resembling Suriel in the shadows, as if he were a bogeyman. With his arms crossed and a curious look on his face, he watched Feyre with a brush in her hand and a white canvas in front of her. "You'd better sit down; if you faint, and Tamlin comes in and sees me here with you passed out, it's goodbye to my tea and afternoon coffee." "I'm fine..." Feyre breathed. "I just need a moment." Alex furrowed his brow. "You need therapy, that's what you need." Waking up as a Suriel shapeshifter in a realm full of fairies and humans wasn't exactly what Alex had in mind for the weekend, but what can you do? Suriels can't complain. Plus, he apparently had the luck of having a partnership bond? Geez.