The year after her brother James graduates, Teddy Potter returns to Hogwarts for her final year. With the Marauders gone, it should be a quiet, peaceful year despite the mounting tensions in the world outside of school. The problem, naturally, lies with Regulus Black, the broody boy who just might be the most effortlessly aggravating person she's ever met in her whole life. And for someone who was raised with James Potter, that's saying a LOT. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "You know, it must be exhausting to be such a fucking prick all the time." "I have fantastic stamina." "Oh, fuck you-" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── [marauders era] [regulus black x oc] [enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers?] rated mature for sexual content

[Complete] Maybe, fate didn't want Hermione Granger to run away. Maybe, fate wanted Hermione Granger to change the world instead. || In which, with another chance at life, Hermione unexpectedly made heroes out of the usual villains. Marauders Era | Time Travel-ish/Alternate Universe | Slow burn James x Hermione | Rated M 🥇First Place at The Potterhead Challenge Cycle 11

❝I want you for worse or for better. I would wait forever and ever...❞ Elizabeth Reething is a Ravenclaw: polite, intelligent, curious, and best friends with Draco Malfoy. She just so happens to be the target of Harry Potter's unconditional affection, an affection that pushes even her best attempts at being polite and friendly. Book cover template by @humaneity, based off of Shawn Mendes' "Handwritten" album cover.

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my dearest darling love,

"It's kind of ironic, you know? My life has always revolved around being on ice. It only makes sense that I met the girl I love after she slipped on the only patch in the parking lot."

"I'd give it all up for you, Avery," Finn urges. His hands are gripping onto my cheeks and I don't know why I'm letting him get so close to me when I told myself I wouldn't let this happen. All I know is that I could cry at his touch. I miss him so much. "The job, the team, everything," he continues. I swallow the lump in my throat as my eyes dart between his. He seems so desperate and I want to sock myself in the jaw when I'm tempted to wipe the single tear that fell to his cheek. "Because I've seen what it's like to live without you. I know what it's like to see you with someone else, and nothing is worth that. Not even the NHL." The sequel to Ice.