*Evgenia & Eteri* An alternate universe in which two stubborn women refuse to move first. Evgenia is thriving, adamant that her choice to Canada was the best option for her. Meanwhile, Eteri is enduring sleepless nights, insisting to everyone else that she is perfectly fine. Inspired by Taylor Swift's Willow, Evermore. (the album in general ?)

Another Miranda Priestly and Andrea Sachs' love story that is full of angst but full of love.

Andrea Sachs, the very efficient, very beautiful and very lovable first assistant to Miranda Priestly, gets injured while saving someone from an accident. Miranda decides to care for the young woman and won't take a no for an answer. The Devil wears Prada and the original characters belong to Lauren Weisberger (except for a few OC's I'll introduce as the story progresses), I make no profit from this story and it is only written for fun.

Eight months after leaving Runway, Andrea Sachs comes face to face with Miranda Priestly. Instead of her usual coldness, or even a heated reprimand, Miranda will make a request that could change their lives in unimaginable ways.

"What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly..." Morticia Addams x OC This fanfiction includes some events inspired by the Netflix series "Wednesday".

Amid the chaos of Voldemort's war, Severus Snape and Bellatrix Lestrange circled each other like predators, mistrust thick between them. She hated his cold detachment, the way he slithered through the Dark Lord's favor without spilling blood as she did. He loathed her recklessness, her shrill zealotry masking deep insecurity. Yet, they were often thrown together in missions fraught with peril, their survival dependent on a reluctant partnership. One night, when meeting in hogsmeade and having a sweet moment in the share of Snape's cloak and a dark and annoyed look between them, there, beneath the hatred, something sparked-a recognition of shared exhaustion, of darkness they could never escape. As the war wore on, they began to see each other more clearly. Bellatrix noticed the pain in Snape's eyes when he thought no one was watching, the weight of secrets that seemed to crush him. Snape saw the cracks in her fanatical devotion, the fear she hid behind her vicious smile. In stolen moments-tending wounds after battle, trading barbed words over strategy-they began to connect, though neither would admit it. Their love was a dangerous, unspoken thing, built on a foundation of mutual disdain and grudging respect. In the end, it was not tenderness that bound them but the shared knowledge that, in this war, there was no salvation-only each other, fleeting and fragile amid the wreckage.