Sierra Sharpe was the newest defense against the arts... assistant? There was no way she could tolerate working side by side with Gilderoy Lockhart. 🪄 "I let him touch me like the keys of a piano." 🪄 Most characters belong to JKR any mature content is between consenting adults.

Dearest Gentle Reader... A new debutante has made her grand entrance midseason. Not only does she boast the title of lady, but she harbors a secretive lineage, born of a departed lord. Her presence has ensnared the attention of the ton, disrupting matches the Queen herself hath spurned. Perhaps she shall be the one to unseat her from her throne. Elsewise, the ton shall find itself once more devoid of its Diamond, and this Lady Whistledown shall not let such a spectacle pass unnoticed. If you do not support LGBTQIA+ rights and intend to grace my comments with vitriol and hatred, be assured you shall be promptly blocked.

COBRA KAI AU Amara Belovuk and Feng "Wolf" Xiao grew up side by side, bonded by shared hurt and fierce devotion. Amara survived abuse outside her home; Wolf came from an abusive household until the Belovuks found and took him in. Under Amara's father, the founder of the Iron Dragons, they trained in his art. Karate became their anchor and the language of their love. Their talent and relentlessness made them undefeated. Still kids, they shocked the world by winning the Sekai Taikai as the youngest champions in the sport's history, with Amara rising into one of its most respected, adored fighters. But the Belovuks' finances were always strained. To help at home, Amara and Wolf entered illegal underground rings. Terry Silver, who had noticed them after their Sekai Taikai win, never expecting them to go underground, watched, amazed by their raw talent. He offered resources they couldn't refuse, became their Sensei, and honed them into merciless ruthless fighters. Years later, one night shattered everything: Wolf fled, leaving Amara heartbroken; that same night, her father died, taking the last of her stability. Grief dragged her into a spiral. Months after, John Kreese arrived in Hong Kong to recruit Silver for his dojo war. Silver seized the chance and moved Amara to America, pulling her into the All Valley karate war. There, his mentorship curdled into manipulation and abuse, as he tried to sever her final ties to the Iron Dragons. After a year in the All Valley, fate threw Wolf back into her life. He returns older, steadier, and still hers, vowing never to leave again. Amara hides Silver's abuse from those she loves while she and Wolf fight their way toward the next Sekai Taikai. This is a story of irrevocable and hopeless love. Of Amara reclaiming her legacy, returning home to the Iron Dragons, and seeking to make history once more at the Sekai Taikai with a third world championship victory.

-------------------------- "Transfer from paeds? I didn't know people did that." An intern boasts, leaning against the Nurses' station with her hospital iPad in hand. Dana raises her eyebrows with humour as Dr Robinavitch swiftly rounds the corner already knowing the carnage that the statement would cause. "She's a specialist physician, spent five years here before transferring next door. Respect her name and her talent." He speaks, tapping the pads of his fingers against the computer screen. Robby refuses to spare the medical student a second glance partially due to his brewing bad mood- he would never let anyone outwardly disrespect his fiancé. "If you say so." The medical student mutters under her breath sourly; watching the platinum-blonde, pink-scrubbed young woman giggle childishly alongside Dr Langdon. The two doctors stand in the middle of the corridor as if they had spent their entire lives there- although sometimes it did feel like it. The princess of the trauma centre and an angel in the body of a doctor. ------------------------ Frank Langdon x Octavia Swan(OC) x Michael Robinavitch (polyamory) (no cheating) •season 1 only - until season 2 comes out

After your parents' death, you have worked hard to follow your dreams of becoming a scientist. You spend ages in the lab at a local high school, working on some project or another, and after seeing your potential, Tony Stark invites you to the tower to work with your lifelong idol- Bruce Banner. He's funny, handsome and clever, what's not to love...

"she was the type of person who'd explain how she was going to stab you in the front before she actually shoved the knife in... and you'd let her. she'd probably even pass the knife to you so you can shove it in your own chest...and you would." tom riddle was in line to dance with the devil and evelyn maeve was happy to give him the chance.

December 23rd, Thomas Shelby requested someone new come to his room. But when he meant new, he didn't mean her first day on the job. That night, for the first time since Grace's death, a woman numbed the pain. Katherine is desperate for money and eager to keep her in his bed, Thomas makes a deal with her to keep her there until she pays him back. Katherine soon becomes a very bad habit that he can't kick.

He was born from shadows. I was born to see through them. Tom Riddle was never supposed to love anyone. But in our final year at Hogwarts, everything changed - not with spells or war, but with stolen glances, late-night arguments, and the summer I came back different. I was the girl no one expected to matter. Funny. Kind. Slytherin, but warm. And he... was cold, brilliant, and terrifying. Until he wasn't. This is the story of how love didn't save him - we saved each other. 🕊️ A slow-burn, emotional romance with softness, redemption, and the quiet power of choosing love over legacy. Story new revised (All rights reserved. The rights of the characters and maybe some other stuff belong to J.K. Rowling, I'm only borrowing them for my story) Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, mature themes, and detailed intimacy between adult characters only.

In her voice, the stones hummed with a strength not heard in an age. Her feet found paths no map had marked. Her laughter stirred echoes in crystal halls and in her silence, mountains seemed to hold their breath. She was born beneath the light of a dying star, the mountain's breath warm against her cheek, her mother's song a lullaby in a language now forgotten by men. And though she was only a child, the earth already knew her name For the world would turn, and fire would rise. And in the shadow of dragons, amid the stirrings of ancient evil, the voice of the stones would be heard again.