[DISCONTINUED] Clara Potter has always been much more serious than her mischievous younger brother and his unruly band of friends. For much of their youth, the Marauders would do anything in their power to get under the Potter girl's skin, but none more so than Sirius Black. With the First Wizarding War looming over their heads, things between Clara and Sirius slowly start to change as their feelings for one another grow the more their fates become intertwined. Coming of age has an entirely new meaning when you are fighting the greatest evil your generation has ever seen. 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟔 ⇒ 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟏 [Marauders Era AU] [Enemies to Friends to Lovers] [Slowburn]

Desperate to save her husband, Irina Dolohov turns to Tom Riddle-and seals her fate. He offers no mercy, only a game whispered in shadows. As days blur into dangerous closeness, Tom slowly unravels her world, severing her from love, reason, and choice. What feels like protection is control. What feels like intimacy is manipulation. Irina doesn't see the darkness for what it is. She sees a powerful man-and falls. Tom Riddle always wins. But even victory has its price.

REDAER INSERT IN WHICH a magical ministry historian finds herself entangled in blood supremacy and mystery. dive deep within each and every one of their personalities. TOM RIDDLE ABRAXAS MALFOY EVAN ROSIER I TIBERIUS NOTT NICHOLAS AVERY VALERIUS MULCIBER IVAN DOLOHOV MORDECAI LESTRANGE

"Victoria Rowe is a human metronome. Reliable. Consistent. And utterly forgettable." To the skating world, eighteen-year-old Victoria Rowe is the girl who never falls-and the girl who never wins. After a devastating twelfth-place finish at the 2025 World Championships, the critics are louder than ever: Victoria is "safe." She's a "double-jump specialist." She's a relic of an era where playing it cool was enough. But Victoria has a secret. In the quiet, midnight hours of frozen rinks, she isn't the ballerina Arthur, her controlling coach, wants her to be. She is a powerhouse landing quads that aren't supposed to be possible. Fed up with the labels and the limitations, Victoria makes a choice that shocks the skating world: she leaves the only coach she's ever known for the high-velocity camp of Tatiana Malinina. Training alongside the "Quad God" himself, Ilia Malinin, Victoria must do more than just find her technical edge-she has to find her voice. From the Grand Prix circuit to the bright lights of the 2026 Olympics, Victoria is no longer playing for a clean sheet. She's playing for a revolution. Because the only thing more dangerous than a girl who can jump is a girl who has nothing left to lose. number 1 in #figureskating on 02/09/26 number 1 in #skating on 02/10/26 number 1 in #ilia on 02/10/26 number 1 in #milan on 02/10/26 number 1 in #teamusa on 02/20/26 number 1 in #winterolympics on 02/22/26 *Please keep in mind that I myself am not a figure skater! I also do not know how the media works for Team USA, I only know how scoring and competition work because that is all I've ever watched!

◦•●◉✿ A Tom Riddle Fanfiction ✿◉●•◦ ( characters, places and some scenes belonged to J.K Rowling ❤️) "Because I loved him too much, a bit too much that the love overflowed and shattered! But the love's still there, isn't it?" she said quietly, her voice getting drowned out by the rain, "Of course he doesn't love me back. But I'll give him everything. Everything that I had." The auror thought about it, "And what if I spare him?" "You - you would?" "Yes. But I will kill you slowly and painfully," he looked down at her, "Would you accept it?" Fresh tears spilled out from her eyes, "Then kill me," she sobbed, "Believe me, love kills you entirely, whether you're alive or dead."

Voldemort once again has a body of flesh and blood. But at what cost? Using the blood of his greatest enemy to return had not been his best plan. Now he feels everything his enemy feels and that includes loving a Mudblood. The world of Harry Potter and the characters belong to the wonderful J.K Rowling. This fanfic is mine and I don't allow any copy or adaptation. WARNING: English isn't my native language and you could find some errors but I would be gratefully if you tell me to change them. • Best rankings 21° in #Voldermort 135° in #Riddle 197° in #Harmione 4° in #Tomione

Quinn Taylor has made a career out of looking calm. On the ice, she's America's favorite kind of pressure-proof-bright smile, steady answers, the skater everyone wants to root for. Off the ice, she's an only child with a perfectionist's brain and a habit of carrying too much alone. The cameras love her. The country expects her. And the one place she can't afford to fall apart is the one place she's dreamed of since she was little. The Olympics. Macklin Celebrini has always made things feel lighter. He was the new kid at a Northern California rink at twelve-Canadian, polite, a little lost-until Quinn decided he was hers to keep. He became her best friend in the cold air and early mornings, the person who could make her laugh mid-breakdown and never ask her to perform for him. Then life did what life does: seasons changed, schedules got brutal, distance widened, and the kind of friendship that felt unbreakable turned into occasional texts and quiet missing. Now they're both back where the world is loudest. At the 2026 Milan-Cortina Winter Olympics, Quinn is chasing the skate of her life for Team USA. Mack is carrying his own weight for Team Canada hockey. When reporters find out they grew up together, the story writes itself-childhood friends reunited, smiles caught on camera, a thousand strangers deciding what they are to each other. The only problem is... the strangers aren't entirely wrong. Between past chapters at a small California rink and present days in the Olympic Village, Quinn and Mack have to figure out what they really meant to each other then-and what they're allowed to be now, with medals on the line and the whole world watching. Because it's one thing to love someone quietly from a distance. It's another to have them show up in your life again and make everything feel possible.

The day Octavia Rosier learns she will be getting married to Regulus Black, her world collapses. She had imagined another life, with another boy, but every silly and childish hope she had flew away in that exact moment. She tries to stay attached to those remaining ounces of hope, sacrificing herself just to reach the desired freedom. Will Octavia succeed or will she lose against her fate? TW: mental illness issues, mentions of suicide [ALL I WANT IS TO BE FREE playlist on spotify]

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

Nefandum-(Latin) - unspeakable evil or doom. full of bad omens; something grave is about to happen. Ariadne and Alistair Veyreult were once students of the Eldritch Institute, a remote and forsaken school buried deep within the forests of Eastern Europe. Few had ever heard its name, and those who had spoke of it only in hushed tones, as if saying it aloud would draw something listening in the dark. The castle was a blackened ruin shrouded in mist and ivy, its walls breathing with old magic. Shadows crept too close to the students there, and creatures of the night roamed the halls as if they belonged. Their parents had sent them to Eldritch for one reason: it was a sanctuary for the forbidden. A place where the Ministry's gaze could not reach - where dark magic wasn't feared, but sharpened into a weapon. But darkness has a way of claiming what it touches. A string of incidents - quiet, terrible things whispered about but never spoken openly - forced their expulsion. Both Ariadne and Alistair carry the blood of Morgana Pendragon, an ancient, storm-bound lineage. The magic in their veins is old, volatile, and unyielding. It answers to no one. When their power began to slip, Ariadne's control, their parents, on their deathbeds bed turned to Albus Dumbledore, who agreed to bring them to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - not out of kindness, but to contain what might otherwise consume her. But power like that does not go unnoticed. From the moment Ariadne set foot in the castle, Tom Marvolo Riddle felt it. Her magic radiated in the air like frost on iron - quiet, unrelenting, dangerous. And Tom does not like what he cannot control.