⤷ in which her sister suddenly gets taken to prythian, and everything in her life changes. （ acotar - ? ） （ slow burn!azriel × female ） （ status: ongoing ） ©venusflimss

*Set many years after ACOSF* (Nyx x OC) Belladonna Haven doesn't belong anywhere. She didn't belong in her family house with her abusive father and she didn't belong anywhere after her and her mother escaped. They would all stare at her gloved hands and wonder what secrets Bella was hiding. Her mother always told her three things. 1. Keep running 2. Never take the gloves off 3. Only steal from the wealthy Of course Bella was curious. So one day, she broke the most important rule... and regretted it ever since. Years later, she's still on the run, still keeping her gloves on, and still stealing from the wealthy. Unfortunately for her, she stole from the wrong kind of wealthy. Unfortunately for them, she was completely open to the idea of breaking rule number two. - Also: In this story I'm assuming that Gwyn and Azriel are mates. It won't affect the story too much, just a heads up for those who don't approve. - Rankings: #1 in Rhysand (May 2021) #1 in acotar (May-June 2021) #1 in Nyx (May-June 2021) #1 in Azriel (May 2021) #1 in Feyre (June 2021)

"What would you do if I told you I was cursed?" CASSIAN X OC IN WHICH SHE IS HER FAMILIES BEST KEPT SECRET, AND ITS CASSIANS JOB TO FIGURE HER OUT. PRE ACOTAR - ACOSF

yours is the light by which my spirit's born [ azriel x fem!oc ] [ pre-acotar - post acosf ] ━━━ 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

Galadriel was once a spy, deep in the Autumn Court but an act of loyalty to a friend cost her that position. Now forced back into hiding, the Night Court takes charge in keeping her hidden from Beron's search for her head. Loyal to her spymaster, she faces the backlash of what that has cost her in the near two hundred years of lying and the weight of her failure breaks her down bit by bit.

Broken down by a war too young, Azriel was sure he'd always find himself alone and surrounded by his deepest fears. Desperate to find his purpose and place, he follows behind his brothers as they continue to live when he feels like he's drifting away. Could the one he had always wanted be his answer to bring the light to his past and present? Is there a hidden light in the shadows? Freyja, the daughter of the High Lord of the Night Court, finds herself too restless to live the docile Lady life she'd been groomed for. Nothing more than a promise of currency to the heir of another court, she's desperate to find any way out. Deciding between love or war, darkness or bloodshed, her fight is endless. Could they find comfort in each other's distress? An escape within each other in hidden shadows and suppressed desire? Do they have enough time to learn what what peace feels like? With a rivalry growing stronger beyond their control, could it all fall apart? Azriel x OC All rights to the characters of A Court of Thorns and Roses belong to Sarah J. Maas. All other characters belong to smplymxlfoy. My characters are based on nameless characters within the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe.

What if Feyre and Tamlin had a son years before she met Rhysand? Will he follow the path of stars his mother did, or will he sit on Springs throne like his father... WARNING! These characters do not belong to me, they belong to the original author: Sarah. J. Mass.

What if Amarantha was pregnant with Rhysand's daughter and he didn't know about it until years later? Will she follow down the same path of darkness as her father, or will she put on her mother's crown... WARNING: I don't not own ACOTAR's, it belongs to its original writer, Sarah.J.Mass! Also, contains spoilers! So if you haven't read ACOSF then I suggest you don't read this! Also, I have another fanfiction on What if Feyre and Tamlin had a child years before she met Rhysand?

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"

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.