Althea Lestrange is the youngest daughter of the infamous and murderous Bellatrix Lestrange, whom she never had the chance to know due to her imprisonment in Azkaban. As a result, she's forced to live her entire life with her aunt Walburga though that doesn't take away from her time at Hogwarts, of course. A Slytherin, naturally, she spends her days balancing boring classes and pranks with her group of friends, earning herself the well-deserved nickname Troublemaker. But does that remind you of someone? Maybe a red-haired boy? Named George? Add in a little family secret and a power to hide, and there you have it!

In which a girl faces the ghosts of her past and the people she loves most, at a time where courage, guilt, and redemption intertwine in the shadows of betrayal. OC x Azriel All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas, this is just a fanfiction!

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝟖 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 ᴘʜɪʟᴏsᴏᴘʜᴇʀ's sᴛᴏɴᴇ [ᴏɴ ɢᴏɪɴɢ]

Unknown to Klaus Mikaelson, his one night stand with a stunning redhead named Lily resulted in a little wolf. A little wolf of his own that was named Adelia Nikki Potter (fem. Harry Potter). She was the light of Lily's life and James's perfect mini flower. What happens when Klaus Mikaelson and his family are brought into a theater to watch the life of Adelia Potter? What happens when he finds out he has a daughter he never knew? What about when the ghosts from the past come to the viewing and Adelia herself? Will Klaus accept Adelia? Will Adelia accept Klaus or will her losing every parental figure she has ever had stand in her way? I do not own Harry Potter or TVD/TO or anything associated with it. I only own my own OCs and their original storylines. Rated M just to be safe for language. Best Rankings: #2 witchesandwizards #6 Dumbledore #2 wtm #1 lilypotter #17 klausmikaelson #12 hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #2 hermione

.⋆❅⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❆₊⋆. 𝒂𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝓍 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝓍 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 .⋆❆⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❅₊⋆. ⤷ 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘷 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘈𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘍 𝘰𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 Born in the shadow of Amarantha's brutal reign, 𝑵𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆 has been sheltered in her temple since infancy. Her life has been one of ritual, restraint, and restless longing for answers she knows she'll never have. Until Hybern. Mere months after Amarantha's fall, soldiers descend on Cesere and the High Lord of the Night Court finds Nephele bleeding and burnt beneath the worst of Hybern's males. Rhysand offers her refuge in the House of Wind, a sanctuary carved into the mountainside beneath a starlit sky that watches over the dreamlike city of Velaris. Yet grief leaves Neph hollow, and nightmares of blood-stained snow and a tether to something unknown stalk her sleep in the library at the heart of the House. Something stirs in her blood. A power she never knew . . . another truth she was never told. A bloodline buried beneath a life built on lies. Night's spymaster, 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, is just as drawn to her as his shadows are. Night's general, 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏, is haunted by a familiarity he cannot make sense of. Nephele is desperate to uncover what was taken from her as war builds on the horizon. Every truth unraveled makes the world tremble beneath her feet. She never could've predicted what life beyond temple walls had waiting for her . . . And she certainly never expected that it would be two Illyrian warriors who would finally awaken the 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 within her heart.

In the heart of Prythian, an ancient curse stirs from the shadows-infecting wild beasts and threatening to unravel everything. What begins as a sickness soon reveals a darkness far more devastating, spreading faster than anyone could have feared. Into this growing storm steps Elara, a woman cloaked in mystery and danger. She crosses into the Night Court undetected, carrying a magic feared and forgotten: the power to control blood itself. Once a symbol of strength in her dying bloodline, her gift now threatens to destroy everything she's fought to protect. Haunted by a tragic past and bound by a desperate promise to her lost village, Elara embarks on a dangerous quest to find an ancient relic buried deep within the Night Court. But her power is unstable, fueled by pain and fear, and with every step, it threatens to consume her-and the fragile peace of the realm. Drawn unwillingly into the Inner Circle's dangerous world, Elara faces impossible choices: to save those she's come to care for or surrender to the darkness whispering through her veins. With enemies closing in and trust fraying at the edges, one thing is clear-Elara's fate will decide whether the curse consumes them all... or finally breaks. ||Azriel x OC|| Updates will be slow but let me know what you think about it already! All comments welcome, enjoy! **Inspiration and original characters taken from the world created by Sarah J Maas**

THIS IS A ACOTAR FAN-FICTION SPOILERS MAY BE PRESENT RIGHTS TO SARAH J MAAS - THIS IS SIMPLY A FANFICTION OF HER WONDERFUL STORIES! Julia had lost everything when Hybern attacked Velaris. Her family was now gone, leaving her the sole survivor. She had never expected to be saved that day of the attack, especially not by the Shadowsinger. She had not even been able to thank him before watching him fly off to rejoin the battle... Though guilt and grief consume Julia, she tries to find ways to continue living in Velaris without her memories consuming her. When she almost slips into the Sidra, a familiar face is there to catch her, just as he had saved her before. Confused and conflicted, Julia finds comfort in Azriel and it appears as though he finds comfort in her as well. Will the unlikely pair form an alliance to aid each other? Or will grief ruin any chance of happiness between the shadow and the light?

The daughter of two War survivors. Sapphire, known as Fia, is one of a kind. Her father is an Illyrian and her mother is a Seraphim/High Fae half-breed. Which makes her a "Triple Fae". Or so everyone thinks. Follow Fia as she's reunited with her long time best friend Mor after Amarantha's downfall. Her friends with benefits to lovers story with Azriel. And learning about her past and untapped powers. ♧Set after ACOTAR and during ACOMAF (might continue to ACOSF/HOFAS if it does well) □I only own the characters I've created, everything else goes to the author Sarah J Maas ☆Bit of a slow burn for the first five or so chapters, but it does contain certain smutty scenes - you have been warned. ◇Updated weekly - hopefully. ♡Defintly contains mature content. ☆Please share, comment and vote - this helps me to know who is actually reading and helps me to move forward instead of just abandoning a partly made story. Copyright ©2025 JazIona NO TRANSLATIONS ALOUD

⚠️Under 18, DNI⚠️ After the flaming dumpster fire that was SHIELD's collapse and the whole "surprise, Hydra was here the whole damn time!" debacle, one former agent slipped through the cracks like a pissed-off ghost in a leather jacket. She vanished from the grid, reputation scorched, trust obliterated, and purpose? Shattered. Enter Tony Stark. Because of course it was Tony. He found her somewhere between a breakdown and a bar fight, took one look at the smudged eyeliner, the sarcasm-drenched trauma, and the "bite me" attitude-and said, "Yeah, I can work with that." He brought her in, tucked her away in the shadows of the compound, and trained her like a secret weapon no one saw coming. Four years of quiet sharpening. Four years of sweat, rage, Red Bull, and a whole lot of therapy avoidance. And when he finally deemed her ready? He unleashed her like a feral raccoon with a vengeance complex. Gone was the clean-cut SHIELD poster girl. In her place: chaos incarnate. Combat boots, chipped black nail polish, hair that looked like it had been in a fistfight with a Lisa Frank folder, and a mouth that could out-swear a sailor with road rage. The Avengers? They didn't know what to do with her. And yet. Two of the most emotionally constipated, chaos-flavored men on the roster found themselves utterly, stupidly hooked. Bucky Barnes tried to pretend he wasn't watching her-like she didn't short-circuit something in his brain every time she threw a knife with that smug little grin. But he noticed everything. Then there was Loki. The God of Trouble himself. She was unpredictable. Unrefined. Unapologetically alive. So now? It's a quiet war between two broody bastards who've never properly communicated a feeling in their lives, and the chaos gremlin woman who thinks emotional vulnerability is worse than waterboarding. There's blood. Banter. Probably some light property damage. Spoiler: it's not going well. But it's going loud.

"What exactly are you trying to prove?" He leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning over my skin, sending sparks of awareness coursing through me. "That the tension between us isn't just in my head." His fingertips paused at the curve of my shoulder, lingering for a moment longer like he was weighing the consequences of his next move. "That every time you challenge me, every time you push back, every time you get 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 - it's because you feel this too." ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿ In which FBI agent Dr. Mira Andros, a 24-year-old with a PhD in Criminal Psychology, moves from a dark past of cult investigations to the BAU in Quantico. Haunted by secrets she can't escape, Mira joins the team to solve a series of brutal murders-only to find herself entangled in a dangerous game where the line between rivalry and desire with Spencer Reid becomes harder to ignore. What if your greatest threat isn't the enemy watching but the desire you can't deny? #1 - forbiddenromance (17/04/25) #1 - slowburnromance (08/09/25) spencer reid x oc trope: enemies to lovers, forbidden romance