"I've decided that you are now my puppy!" "One, I'm a werewolf. And two, I'm not yours." Her soft smile changed into a sinful grin as she stepped forward, tilting her head as she stared down the teen glaring up at her with her sharp, cold dark blue eyes. Her favorite color. "My puppy." ••• Monday Addams. Cold, possessive, demanding, and a sadistic little psycho who's far worse than her twin sister, Wednesday. And once she sets her eyes on something, she would do anything to have it. No matter what. Fem! Addams oc x Intersex! werewolf oc Season 1- in progress Wednesday fanfic

Forks has never seen a vampire like her. Calista Mikaelson is chaos in heels. Jasper Hale might just be the calm that challenges her... or the fire that burns her whole world down. "You think you can save me?" "I don't want to save you. Just be around while you burn the world down." Jasper x Mikaelson OC | iloves1mba |

brackish, "the water where fresh rivers meet the salt of the sea" Forks is quiet in the way a held breath is quiet. Mist clings to the road like it belongs there, seeping into the seams of jackets, hair, lungs. The trees stand shoulder to shoulder, tall and watchful, dripping rain that never really falls. Out by the cliffs, the ocean moves like something ancient and half-asleep, stirring only when no one's looking. And tucked neatly into it all is Mitch Keane - picture-perfect grades, picture-perfect smile, picture-perfect life - the kind that looks nothing but smooth from the outside. Leah Clearwater didn't mean to unravel it with a head first collision. But some collusions don't cause total destruction, rather, some stir the water just enough to show what's been buried beneath - something brackish, and wild, and entirely alive.

Stella doesn't mind being stared at. People usually are, once she starts talking to empty spaces or pausing mid-sentence to listen to something no one else can hear. She has always noticed things others miss, quiet footsteps with no bodies, voices that linger after goodbyes, the way certain places feel heavier than they should. Ghosts find her easily. She's learned to be kind about it. When one particularly polite spirit leads her to a hospital in Forks, Stella assumes it's just another small favor for the dead. Instead, she meets Dr. Carlisle Cullen, a man who feels wrong in a way she can't quite explain. Dead yet alive, too calm, too still, yet strangely familiar to the spirits that follow her. As Stella drifts between conversations with the living and the dead, she begins to wonder why ghosts linger around him, why the moon seems brighter around him, and why being different suddenly feels like it might matter. A whimsical, quietly strange Twilight fanfiction about unseen worlds, gentle magic, and finding someone who understands the parts of you no one else notices.

Nearly two thousand years ago, Didyme of the Volturi vanished. The world believed her dead, killed during the rise of the Volturi, but the truth was far more complicated. Instead of killing his beloved sister, Aro condemned her to an eternal sleep, hiding her away and allowing Marcus to believe she was lost forever. With Didyme gone, Marcus's bond fell silent, and the Volturi endured, built on a lie that lasted centuries. When Didyme awakens in the modern world, she remembers nothing. Not her name. Not her past. Not even what she is. Guided only by instinct, she wanders through an unfamiliar world until she crosses paths with Marcus, who recognizes her instantly as the mate he mourned for nearly two millennia. Pulled toward Volterra without understanding why, Didyme returns to the heart of the Volturi, unaware that the brother who welcomes her with open arms is the same one who stole her life and erased her memories. As Marcus struggles between hope and restraint, and Aro fights to keep his secrets buried, the past begins to surface, bringing with it truths that could shatter the Volturi forever.

Kristen Carter has always been unknown to the public eye. Always observing people from the sidelines. But what will happen when she meets people that don't know what it's like to sit on the sidelines, and like to play ball, and not the safe kind. And maybe Kristen will find more on the field of undying chaos and loss than what she expects. Join Kristen in her messed up, crazy roller coaster of a ride story. _________________________ steve harrington x female oc season 3-5 tw! in introduction please read before continuing

──── VEINS OF MADNESS ❝oh, i believe they're meant to be something, somehow, someday yes, it's clear to me, they're meant to be something, somehow, someday❞ ﹙ harry potter x fem!oc; background couples ﹚ ﹙ golden trio era﹚ ﹙ the goblet of fire - the deathly hallows﹚ ﹙ book one and only ﹚ ﹙ status: ongoing﹚ ©ronaldiary | 2025

──── THE SMILE AND THE DAGGER ❝thought i was different, thought i'd save your soul guess you can't save what isn't half of a whole❞ ﹙ ron weasley x fem!oc; background couples ﹚ ﹙ golden trio era﹚ ﹙ the goblet of fire - the deathly hallows﹚ ﹙ book one and only ﹚ ﹙ status: ongoing﹚ ©ronaldiary | 2025

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming