where shadow meets something wild enough to bloom. 𖥸 ᴛᴀʟʟᴜʟᴀʜ is the kind of female old places remember: beautiful, venomous, and carrying something ancient enough to turn buried altars and sacred groves restless beneath her feet. When Azriel finds her in a sacred grove, everything changes. This is a story of sacred power, brutal devotion, and a love sharp enough to kneel for.

"She was a child born of darkness and light, the union of two different worlds. A true child of Night, they called her- born at midnight under a full moon during the longest night of the year. But she was more than the darkness she was born into. Just like the stars shine against the night sky, so she shines with a light that pours onto everyone she loves. She is the light in my darkness, the star in my sky. She is everything to me. My mate. My equal. My queen." Willow was a unique case- the child of a High Fae mother and an Illyrian father, she was born with a power never before seen, a power that earned her the nickname of "The Banshee". Willow always felt caught between worlds, never really belonging anywhere. In Windhaven, she was a cross-breed female with wings broken in a childhood accident. In Velaris, she was first a latchkey kid of a broken mother and then the sole guardian of her little sister. But when she's kidnapped in the middle of the night and taken to another Court, she knows her quiet life in Velaris is over. Rhysand was a broken male- he'd never truly recovered from what he went through Under The Mountain. But as the High Lord of the Night Court, he puts on a brave face, showing strength to his Court when he feels only a step away from falling apart. But as Hybern starts to march on Prythian, Rhysand puts more and more on his shoulders until it feels he might crumble. Not feeling safe enough to share his pain with anyone, not even his Inner Circle, he continues to feel more isolated and alone. But then everything changes during the High Lord's meeting. Everything changes when he sees that white-haired female wearing a golden mask. And just as the stars and moon bring light to the night sky, so Willow would come to bring the light back into Rhysand's life. And maybe, just maybe, she would help save all of Prythian in the process.

Nyx Archeron x Celeste Havilliard Blackbeak (oc). **She was never meant to cross worlds.** When Celeste Blackbeak Havilliard is torn from Erilea and thrust into Prythian, she has one goal: find a way home. But as the daughter of Dorian Havilliard and Manon Blackbeak-and the chosen vessel of the Moon Goddess, Deanna-she soon discovers her arrival was no accident. Beneath the ruins of the forgotten Dusk Court lies a truth buried for thousands of years. An ancient Flame. A prophecy left unfinished. And a darkness that has spent millennia searching for the one thing it could never claim. While an ancient darkness stirs beneath the forgotten Dusk Court, the last thing Celeste expects is to find herself drawn to the one person she should never allow herself to need. Because the closer she comes to Nyx Archeron, the harder it becomes to remember where home truly lies. To stop the Hollow King before he consumes both worlds, Celeste must uncover the prophecy, reclaim the power that was scattered long before she was born, and decide how much she is willing to sacrifice. Because some crowns were never meant to be worn. And some destinies demand everything.

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?

━━ RHOSS ASHRYVER GALATHYNIUS. Princess of Terrasen. Lady of Tears. Warrior of Storms. Bender of Worlds. Together, Rhoss and her twin sister Aelin shattered empires, burning Maeve's lands to ash and destroying Erawan's armies. But even victory leaves scars. One year later, Rhoss is drowning beneath grief, nightmares, and the weight of a broken kingdom. Then, in the silent halls of her palace, she hears it-the haunting song of a harp echoing in her chest. A call to a destiny far greater... and far more dangerous... than she ever imagined. (Longer synopsis inside) ... TOGxACOTAR crossover oc x azriel

Born of two worlds. Forged by war. Bound to a fate she refuses to accept. Zoya Khan-Sterling is a warrior, a commander, a daughter of two legacies-one of Valkyrie steel, the other of ancient power. As second in line to the throne of her distant homeland, she was raised to protect, not to rule. But when Hybern's forces discover the islands and her parents refuse to fight, believing diplomacy can save them, Zoya sees only their downfall. Fleeing across the sea to seek allies, she finds herself in the Night Court, where war is spoken in the same breath as survival. There, she crosses paths with Cassian, a general whose battles have shaped history. Their mission to recover a lost relic is meant to aid her homeland-but the longer Zoya fights in Prythian's war-torn world, the more tangled her fate becomes. Between duty and desire, survival and sacrifice, she begins to question everything: her loyalty, her strength, and whether she's truly fighting for her people... or running from herself.

Alexandra Wayne is a forgotten anomaly in her family. She is no vigilante and has no ties to the double lives her father and siblings lead. She is unacknowledged, unappreciated, and under the assumption that her family's behavior will never change. Perhaps Alexandra should have remembered what is said about assuming. Freshly graduated from medical school, Alexandra returns to Gotham for the first time in years, planning to complete her surgical residency, spend time with Alfred, and then hightail it back across the country to marry her fiancé. The Waynes seem to have other plans for their lost bird.

Ara Blake has more skills than just being a SWAT agent and brilliant in every way. With a behavioral analysis degree and scores that knock anyone's in the FBI, she's a catch every Unit Chief wants. Another skill she has? Having a serial killer for a father. But one Unit Chief in particular doesn't want Ara touching the BAU. Everyone seems to like her. Except Aaron Hotchner. Ara Blake has been running for a long time, but from what, no one knows. But he wants her gone because she's reckless, a liability, and absolutely compromising. But the only thing she starts compromising is the lines between professional and personal between her and Aaron. AARON HOTCHNER X OC

Set in the world of A Court of Thorns and Roses, this non-profit fanfiction follows Azriel and an original heroine in a slow-burn story that unfolds beyond canon paths. No Elain. No Gwyn. No forced or questionable romantic matches. Content Warning: Sexual violence, graphic violence, explicit sexual content, and strong language. Azriel and the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas. The original heroine and plot are the author's own creation.

When Isabella Kensington-Rossi's brilliant, old-money niece with a freshly minted law degree-arrives in Virginia weeks earlier than planned, a casual BAU game night turns into the moment Aaron Hotchner never saw coming. One unexpected summer, one undeniable spark, and two people who were never looking for anything suddenly find everything.