❝ i have green eyes, too, you know. ❞ © -𝐜𝐱𝐥𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐙𝐙𝐎 𝐍.𝐂.𝐈.𝐒.

❝ you are my family. you are the one i love. ❞ © -𝐜𝐱𝐥𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐙𝐙𝐎 𝐍.𝐂.𝐈.𝐒.

❝ I know what you are ❞ ❝ ...a girl? ❞ ❝ worse, a romantic ❞ in which the three marauders court the love seer's favor Or in which James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black become painfully enamored by Lydia Valencourt ( fem oc x the marauders that matter / very slow-burn!! !! ) rankings #1 in jamespotter #1 in marauders

Annabelle Mikaelson, known as Annabelle Denver in Mystic Falls, has been a vampire for centuries. After finally having enough of her Uncle, she travels to Mystic Falls, where she then meets some of her closest friends and all-time crush. However, as her uncle has plans of killing Elena, things get complicated for Annabelle. Now, she has to figure out who to side with; her friends or her family? I ONLY OWN MY OCS AND THEIR STORYLINES TVD SPOILERS S1-4

in which the seer is taken off guard by a girl with a loud laugh and hypnotic eyes. 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧: 10/21/21 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: discontinued until further notice i do not own the rights to any characters from the twilight saga series. • updated weekly #1 in jasperhale #2 in alicecullen #1 in polyamorous #1 in twilightsaga #1 in edwardcullen

I died in my universe. I was brought back into the universe of The Vampire Diaries. All I know is that I'm going to kill, torture and save people. I'm going to fuck this plot up. After Crystal Waters dies, she is resurrected into The Vampire Diaries universe as a half angel immortal, that has unique abilities to change the fate of those who deserve it. With an angel on her shoulder and the help of her mates, will she be able to change everything? Or destroy everything? Best rankings :- #4 in damonxoc #1 in stefanxoc #1 in klausmikaelson #4 in self insert #1 in elijahxoc #2 in theoriginals #3 in soulmarks #2 in elenabashing #3 in tvdfanfic #2 in lucifer #3 in kai #3 in enzo *i do not own the vampire diaries and it's characters, I only own Crystal Waters*

Liv Larsen died saving a child. The next thing she knows, she wakes up in a witch house in Mystic Falls standing in front of four coffins that definitely should not exist. When curiosity leads her to remove three silver daggers, she accidentally awakens Elijah, Kol and Finn Mikaelson-and becomes the center of an ancient prophecy older than vampirism itself. For a thousand years, the Mikaelsons carried a soulmark and the promise that one day the missing piece of their souls would return to them. That missing piece is Liv. Armed with future knowledge, a smartphone full of episodes, and absolutely no intention of letting canon happen, Liv quickly discovers that changing fate is far easier than surviving five possessive Original soulmates. Especially when the entire future of New Orleans, the supernatural world, and the Mikaelson family suddenly depends on her.

Anomaly /əˈnɒməli/ A phenomenon that should not exist within the natural order of a world. Mikaelson Brothers × Original Female Character "You know what's strange?" Astrid whispered, her shoulder pressing harder against the fabric of the couch. "I think you're more dangerous than Klaus." Elijah stilled completely. His hands remained folded, but the steady calm in his chest tightened into a sharp, focused pressure. "Everyone who watched your story thinks Klaus is the monster because he lashes out," Astrid continued quietly. "They fear Kol because he's visibly unstable, and they fear Finn because of how severe he can be. We know they will resort to violence because it's right on the surface." She took a slow step forward, her fingers brushing the edge of the table. "But you..." she whispered. "You hide yourself. Behind your suits. Your manners. Your promises." Her sea-green eyes lifted to meet his. "You even hide behind that red door in your mind." For the first time since entering the cottage, Elijah Mikaelson looked genuinely unsettled. "People trust you because you look controlled," Astrid whispered with exhausting honesty. "They believe the illusion of your nobility. But I think that makes you impossible to predict. You are the hardest to trust because you make people believe they are safe right before you do what is necessary." Highest Ranking : 30/05/2026 #1 in thevampirediaries 19/06/2026 #1 in rebekahmikaelson 19/06/2026 #1 in finnmikaelson 20/06/2026 #1 in kolmikaelson 22/07/2026 #1 in damonsalvatore 26/07/2026 #1 in tvdu 01/08/2026 #1 in bonniebennet 03/08/2026 #1 in bonniebennet 07/08/2026 #1 in niklausmikaelson

⋆｡°✩°｡⋆ One year ago, Sophia and Jack crossed a line they were never supposed to cross-after Robby's birthday night out, what started as tension and stolen glances turned into a single, unexpected moment that neither of them ever truly talked about again. No labels, no closure, just silence layered over something that never fully left either of them. Since then, they've learned how to exist around each other in the ER-careful, controlled, buried under professionalism. Jack stayed distant, convinced it was the safer choice. Sophia told herself it didn't mean more than it did. But both of them kept remembering it anyway. Now, with Sophia transferring to night shift, everything shifts. The walls between them start to crack in the long hours of shared trauma cases, quiet break room conversations, and moments where their hands brush too long or their eyes linger too openly. Night shift strips everything down-no distractions, no escape-just them, the chaos of the ER, and feelings they never dealt with properly. What was once buried starts resurfacing. Tension turns into closeness. Silence turns into almost-confessions. And every shift becomes harder to survive without acknowledging what that night really was-and what it still might become. Because in the end, it was never just one night. ⋆｡°✩°｡⋆ Jack Abbott x fem OC

"What's two plus two?" The question evades me. There's an uncomfortable scratch in my throat that I can't quite wrap my head around. Regardless of the discomfort, my chest feels light. Unburdened. Weightless. My brain feels quiet. Somehow, that feels new. Even as I'm gathering that something is definitely off here, I know for sure that "quiet" has never been a word I've used to describe my brain. Why is that? I have no idea. As my body continues to rifle through each foreign sensation, there is one thing on my mind that somehow breaks through to consciousness. The lightness in my chest is wrong. The silence in my mind is wrong. And like a prodigal son returning home, the heaviness settles in. The tears spring to my eyes and the noise returns to my brain, feeling nothing short of familiar. "What's two plus two?" "Fffour," I finally grind out, wondering if the labored exhale would relieve me of my burden. "Correct," the computer chimes. I know two plus two is four. But not why my heart feels like it's shattering inside my chest.