Y/n is a reader. She loves to read and loves certain book characters. Who would have known she would be transported into a world where all of her favorite book boyfriends are trying to win her hand
Tamlin lost everything except his daughter. Terrified of losing her too, he keeps Flora hidden within the Spring Court, sheltered from the world—and from the Night Court most of all. But walls have a way of creating the very longing they’re meant to prevent. Nyx, son of Feyre and Rhysand, was taught never to trust Tamlin’s court. Neither of them expected to fall in love.
Y/N is known around Hogwarts for being put together—good grades, calm, and never getting into trouble. Basically the opposite of Fred Weasley. That changes the night she accidentally gets caught in one of Fred and George Weasley’s pranks.
Y/N had loved Fred. She has spent the past 5 years convincing herself that her little crush is nothing more than a distant memory—something belonging to a girl she barely recognizes anymore. Until she walks into Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and comes face-to-face with Fred for the first time since graduation. He’s older. She’s changed. And somehow, the feelings she thought she’d left behind at Hogwarts aren’t quite as gone as she hoped. Because Fred remembers her. And maybe, all those years ago, she wasn’t the only one who noticed.
Flora has one magical gift. Birds adore her. Not just songbirds. Owls. Hawks. Swans. Even ravens. One raven keeps visiting. She names him Midnight. Years later she learns… Midnight was Nyx shifting all along.
You were never meant to stand out at Hogwarts—not really. Sure, people knew your name. They looked, they whispered, they wondered. But no one actually knew you. Not the way they thought they did. You liked it that way. Quiet. Safe. Untouched. Until the day Draco Malfoy sat across from you in the library—and didn’t leave. What starts as shared silence and accidental conversations slowly turns into something neither of you expected. Because behind Draco’s sharp edges is someone softer… and behind your quiet is something he can’t seem to stay away from. And maybe, just maybe— some stories aren’t meant to stay between the pages.