Previous Title: The Lives of the Eagle and the Lion. Harry Potter and Seraphina Black thought their lives couldn't be any worse than it is right now, but they just jinxed it. They thought being called liars and having detentions with Umbridge was the worst they would need to deal with, but fate had different plans. Their lives were now being put on screen for their friends, family, professors, and complete strangers to watch. Their personal thoughts are not so personal anymore. The secrets, lies, and truths all put out for everyone to see.

Aether is the Guardian of the Night Court, sworn to protect her High Lord and the court she loves deeply. A role created by the Mother herself, she is soul tied to her High Lord Rhysand and must carry out the responsibilities given to her by her title, or at least she should have. Born on the outskirts of Velaris, she was discovered first not by her High Lord, but the King of Hybern. Used for her powers, she lives a century under Hybern's control. On a routine seizure of information and to wipe out Hybern assets, the Spymaster and General of the Night Court come across a woman, beaten and weak, supposed to be Hybern's weapon master. They take her back to Velaris to heal and meet with the High Lord, but as the soul tie snaps together, another bond does as well to the High Lords' brother, Prince Ascelin. Being thrown back into society, Aether must navigate healing her trauma, meeting her new found family, and grow into her role as the Mother gifted Guardian. Trust will be tested, love will bloom, and tensions will rise. Pre-ACOTAR -- ACOSF fem!oc x male!oc

Valeria Draven rules a kingdom the courts pretend does not exist. Deep beneath Prythian, hidden in labyrinths carved from bone and stone, lies the Crimson Court-her domain, her sanctuary, her cage. A place where the unwanted gather: vampires with shattered bloodlines, fae exiles driven mad by power, humans stolen or discarded by the courts above, and creatures too dangerous to walk in daylight. They worship Valeria as their queen. Their monster. Their savior. And she guards them with a hunger that has drowned armies. The world believes her people extinct. She prefers it that way. But when Hybern revives an ancient magic capable of slaughtering her entire court, Valeria is forced to step into the light she hates- and into the Night Court she has vowed never to forgive. She arrives not as an ally, but as a warning. Yet Prythian's most powerful males do not fear her. They want her. Rhysand, whose power coils around hers like a serpent tasting blood. Azriel, whose shadows hiss at her hunger yet return to her touch. Cassian, who stares at her like she is war itself- and he intends to win. They should be wise enough to keep their distance. They are not. Valeria Draven has survived centuries of slaughter, betrayal, and bloodshed. She has a kingdom that worships her. A throne soaked in the sacrifices of those she loved and lost. And she will burn Prythian to ash before she lets any court- or any male- claim her. But desire is a violent thing. And when queens fall, they do so with teeth bared, dragging the world down with them.

The worst heartbreaks don't arrive all at once. They happen slowly-through missed calls, tired silences, almost-texts, and the quiet realisation that love can still exist while two people fall apart. When she and Eris decide to "take space," it's supposed to help them breathe. Instead, it leaves them haunted by everything the other used to fill. No betrayal. No dramatic ending. Just two people who loved each other deeply and somehow lost their way. But distance has a cruel way of revealing what matters most. And when life keeps pulling them back into each other's orbit, they're forced to face the question they avoided from the start. Was the relationship failing... or were they?

Growing up with Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel means accepting one simple truth. Peace was never an option. Not in Windhaven. Not in Velaris. Not anywhere they exist. They prank her like it's a blood sport. Scare off anyone foolish enough to flirt. Hover when she's sick. Snowball fights become tactical warfare. A casual smile at the wrong male becomes a territorial incident. Three of the most powerful males in Prythian-High Lord, General, Shadowsinger. And somehow, she's the one they call trouble. Three brothers. One sister. Absolutely no mercy.

𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐇 ❛ how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling ❜ 𝒂𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄, acotar a court of wings and ruin violentbluess, 2024

I looked up at the star-filled sky. The night was velvety black and strewn with jewels. The hunger struck me suddenly. I want them. I thought. All that light, all that power. I want it all. ACOTAR series female oc x feysand

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 ❛ you said i killed you-haunt me, then! [...] be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where i cannot find you! ❜ 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄, acotar pre a court of thorns and roses violentbluess, 2026

𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 ｡･:*˚:✧｡ Estella was born of the Night Court, youngest sister to Rhysand, a child of starlight and storm. But fate was cruel, and on the night her family was slaughtered, Estella was taken-stripped from the skies, torn from her brother, and left to die. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡. Resurrected as a human with no memory of her past, Estella became Kamryn: a name whispered in fear across the human realm, a ghost in the night, a blade wielded by those who sought to control her. She was forced to become an assassin, a living contradiction to the kindness woven into her very soul. Every kill left her emptier, every mission a reminder that she was nothing more than a weapon. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Azriel, spymaster of the Night Court, is no stranger to ghosts. But when he encounters Kamryn-a lethal human who fights with Illyrian precision and a gaze that feels achingly familiar-his instincts scream that she is more than what she seems. She is dangerous. She is hunted. And, Cauldron help him, she is his something more to him. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚-𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐲𝐧-𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. As war looms and secrets unravel, Kamryn must face the truth of who she was, who she is, and the power that has always simmered beneath her skin. And when she finally reclaims her wings, she will learn that some things-like love, destiny, and the unbreakable bond of a family lost-can never truly be forgotten. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ｡✧:˚*:･｡

Thesara was born a bastard to the high lord of the Dawn court, although no one would blame him for the simple fact his lawful wife couldn't give him a child, so when he met a beautiful woman and Thesara was born, he unknowingly clashed two worlds. The courts of Olympus and Prythian are brought to watch the life of Thesara, the High Lady of Dawn. ACOTAR & PJO • AU • Book 2 in "The Ladies of Prythian" Series CREATED BY • HOTSW •