Centuries ago, there were five founders of Hogwarts. The fifth, Valerie Virelion, was the most powerful of them all, her magic bound by dragon's breath. But her gift became her curse. Feared for her strength and the recklessness of her followers, her house was sealed away and her name erased from history. Until now. When 17 year old Valerie awakens in a world, the year is 1995 - and as the wizarding world denies the return of Voldemort, the Order of the Phoenix is rising once more. As darkness spreads, Dumbledore hides her true identity, passing her off as a transfer student. But as Valerie learns to live among the students, she begins to uncover the truth behind her return and the ancient magic that refuses to let her go. In the shadows of the mountains, lies a dragon waiting for its rider. But the greatest threat isn't the magic hunting her. It's him. The son of the man she swore to destroy. And the one she cannot seem to stay away from. ______ "I think of you often and it disgusts me," he said, his gaze fixed somewhere just over her shoulder like he couldn't bear to look at her "You're like a bad dream I can't seem to escape. Every room I walk into, every thought I try to have, somehow you're there ruining it." His jaw tightened. "And the worst part is, I think I'd tear this entire castle apart before I let anything happen to you. You are the most infuriating person I have ever met. You argue with me like you want a war, you look at me like you're waiting for me to become a monster-" "Because you are one." "Maybe," he said quietly. "But you're the first person who's ever made me care whether I am." "Do you think I want this?" Valerie demanded "Do you think I enjoy the fact that somehow you're in every thought I have too? I should hate you, Riddle. You're arrogant, cruel, manipulative-every single thing I was taught to stay away from" Her voice dropped quieter then. "And somehow, despite all of that, you're still the first person I look for"

[𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐢́𝐝𝐨] •Dae Mi sempre foi invisível - ofuscada pelo brilho da melhor amiga, ignorada nos corredores, esquecida até pelos próprios sentimentos. Enquanto todos ao seu redor apostam em Yurin e Sunghoon como o casal perfeito, ela apenas observa em silêncio, amando à distância o garoto que parece inalcançável. Quando a diretora escolhe Yurin e Sunghoon para um dueto de dança, ele acaba se aproximando do mundo dela - seus gostos, seus hobbies e sua tímida melhor amiga. O que ele não esperava era que, aos poucos, seu coração mudaria de direção. E Dae Mi... não esperava finalmente ser vista. E enquanto esse novo sentimento floresce, um stalker à espreita começa a se incomodar com a atenção que ela recebe - disposto a tudo para silenciar o que nunca deveria ter começado.

Met him when i was silent.. i loss him when i was loud ... I met his Friend to Pull me up now tangled in Cosmic mess i dont know how to get out i dont even want to get out Oh yeah got reincarnated here

Euphemia Potter lived and died for the Wizarding World. Just when she thought her life was her own, she was... changed. Then, she was betrayed. Taking a chance and trusting in the power of the Hallows, Effy steps through the Veil of Death. Or When Effy left her world for another and had the dubious pleasure of meeting Damon first. (Rated for (possibly) graphic depictions of violence and potential smut in waaaaaaay later chapters) Thank you, guys! Love that you're all having a blast over here! Hopefully you continue to enjoy! #2 crossover March 1, '26

Ainda criança, Rhiannon sabia que estava destinada a grandes feitos em sua vida feérica imortal. Sejam eles bons ou ruins, grandes acontecimentos a perseguiam. Ser filha do Grão-Senhor mais poderoso da história com uma general cruel que enfeitiçou todos os líderes de Prythian e os manteve sob suas garras durante anos... não tinha nada a ver com isso, e sim com o fato dela ser temida, poderosa, caçada. Rhiannon sempre soubera que sua vida estava fadada à morte no momento em que fora concebida: seja porque odiavam sua mãe, seu pai, a temiam, achando que ela se tornaria o pior dos dois combinado... ou o fato de que seu próprio pai a odiava acima de todos os outros. Rhysand a odiava. Profundamente. Odiava tanto a própria filha que seria capaz de matá-la com as próprias mãos. Ele dizia que Rhiannon era como sua mãe; que Amarantha a alimentara com crueldade através do cordão umbilical. Não havia nada que pudesse salvar Rhiannon de um destino cruel - até Feyre Archeron aparecer. Após a queda de Amarantha, abandonada pela única pessoa que lhe restara, Rhiannon se vê sem esperanças. Acreditava que não havia mais nada em Prythian que pudesse lhe salvar ou a manter segura dos inimigos de Amarantha que ainda perduravam mesmo após a morte da Grã Rainha. Sem outra escolha, Rhiannon parte para o continente em busca de um novo recomeço. Após quatro anos longe de Prythian, depois de ter ouvido sobre o pedido de ajuda dos feéricos em busca de aliados para enfrentarem o falecido Rei de Hybern, Rhiannon resolve que está na hora de voltar e encarar as consequências dos atos da sua mãe. E, se a morte fosse o que a esperava por conta do que Amarantha fizera a aquele povo... então que assim fosse. 𝑰𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒂: 10/12/2024 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒂: 21/02/2025

traitors never win. An au where in Kim Seungmin is a soloist who is exhausted from the spotlight and tired from his perfect facade. Someone brought thrill back in his life. READ THIS WITH TAYLOR SWIFT'S REPUTATION PLAYLIST This is an Au, don't take it too seriously.

"Our story shall never be forgotten, my pearl." Shin Lumi, a frustrated writer and book reviewer of the leading publishing company in Seoul, was assigned to review a book written by an anonymous writer. Determined to uncover the mystery writer's identity, she found herself reliving her story with her greatest love, Park Sunghoon. Started: 07/04/21 Completed: 07/16/21

"Did you know that after a person dies, their brain stays alive for seven minutes, replaying the best moments of their life?" "Wow..." "I think you would be my seven minutes." - a Bang Chan fanfiction - romance - angst - short story/short chapters - completed

"Have you ever met a stranger you recognized?" One in ten thousand- that's how many people have someone predetermined for them. It's even rarer for them to actually find each other, but thanks to a special birthday wish, fate might just be on their side.

Twilight fell. Day bled into night. Shadows lengthened and stretched towards the light. Dusk had fallen. In the beginning there were eight courts. Spring, summer, fall, and winter. Day, night, dawn, and dusk. Now there are only seven, the eighth scattered across Pyrithian. Aoife is the last of her people, the only surviving daughter of the Dusk Court. Plagued by her past, she is able to hide her identity in the Day Court. But when a threat from across the sea resurfaces, Aoife is thrown back into the politics, war, and death she so desperately avoided for the past four thousand years. Throw in a few curses and a shadowsinger and Aoife's world is again turned upside down. Because no matter how far you run, no matter how long you hide, the past always catches up to you. Trigger warning: this fic gets dark. Subjects include childhood trauma, PTSD, abuse, self harm, and mentions of sexual assault. I will post trigger warnings at the start of appropriate chapters.