Follow Natalie Gilbert in a supernatural-filled adventure.... Part one.... Natalie Gilbert, the older twin to Elena Gilbert, AKA the Queen of Mystic Falls as everyone calls her, finds herself instantly enamoured with the new boy that mysteriously arrives on the first day of school. His curious aura and forest green eyes capture her attention the second they meet. But little does she know, she already has his attention. Stefan Salvatore has gone over a hundred years full of loneliness, hate for himself and feeling unaccepted, not having anyone who's ever understood him or his Ripper...until he locks eyes on Natalie Gilbert on the fateful night of the Wickerey Bridge accident. The need to know her hit him like a freight train, the urge to have her constantly played in his mind and the want for her to be his brought up an emotion his never feel for any girl before. There was just something about her that captured his attention and all he knew was that Natalie Gilbert might just be the thing he's been waiting a hundred years for.... Stefan Salvatore x OC Seasons 1 - 3 (When you see a *, it means the chapter has mature themes in it)

~two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they're even born ~ - f. scott fitzgerald With her family dead and an unwanted marriage closing in, Elenora Salvatore runs for her life. Desperate and afraid, she crosses paths with Lord Mikaelson, the same man who once watched her from across a crowded ballroom. From the moment Niklaus Mikaelson first saw her, he knew she was meant to be his. When fate throws them together again in the dark of night, their connection becomes impossible to deny. Fleeing together to London, they dare to believe in a future shaped by love rather than duty. But with an Original witch hating her own creation, theres no way of knowing where their future lies. Content Warning: average vampire diaries violence, smut (minors do not interact) ~~~~~~ The Vampire Diaries and The Originals Fanfic Pre-Season 1, Season 1, Ep 14 TVD - TBD Niklaus Mikaelson x Oc Elenora Salvatore fast pace/established romance Started - July 4th, 2023 Finished - TBD most impressive rankings 2# klausmikaelson- 2/11/26 1# damonsalvatore - 2/6/26 1# stefansalvatore -2/6/26 1# klauslovestory - 2/23/26

Brooke Routledge has always been told to act upon risk. She regrets it all. The love, the vulnerability, the true form that she provided to him. It wasn't worth it, and the cruelest part was the act of throwing it back into her face. She doesn't think he ever loved her. How could you? It runs so much deeper than that. Neither of them knew what they were doing, how they were feeling, and how to fix it all-though, under everything, they wanted to fix it. Risk. It's what destroyed Brooke Routledge. But in a strange way, she wondered, could risk be what saves her? OBX ␥ Rafe Cameron & JJ Maybank © elegancies

𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 in which the cliché of the star basketball player and captain of the cheer squad becomes a reality 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜

Ranked #62 in #klausmikaelson stories ☺️ *** Ranked #14 in #themikaelsons stories ☺️ *** "It'll always be you baby, it'll always be you." *** in which Damon Salvatore's twin sister is swept off her feet by a certain original hybrid *** starts towards the end of season two of TVD to season one of The Originals

Dearest gentle reader, As Lady Mirabel Salazar makes her debut into London's society and captures the heart of the Ton and the Queen, one has to wonder what her intentions are for this season. It has been brought to this author's attention that she holds a reputation back at home that transcends even oceans and country. As Diamond of the Season, she will have her pick of the herd...or perhaps, she has already set her sights on a certain Viscount Bridgerton. -anthony bridgerton fanfiction 18+ book one

When Simon returns home from deployment, the blaring TV next door is gone-replaced by the scent of warm bread and soft humming through the walls. You've just moved in: a bright, charming baker chasing your dream with a new shop down the street. He's guarded and quiet. You're sunshine and sugar. What begins with cinnamon rolls at the door slowly turns into late-night chats, quiet confessions, and something neither of you expected: comfort, healing... and the kind of slow-burning love that sneaks up on you. All stories are written by me and then edited in Grammarly for phrasing, spelling, structure, and polishing. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

| Happy Lowman x OC ᅳ COMPLETED | When Tessa stormed into the Sons' clubhouse one Friday night, looking for Happy to tell him that he had to come back with her to Bakersfield to check on his mother, Tessa didn't know that from that day on her future would change in a positive way. But changing things wasn't always easy. Escaping the clutches of her father and Maria Lowman's new partner took more than a little willpower and persistence for both Tessa and Mariaᅳ but the young woman with the raven-colored hair was hellbound on getting her life, and especially someone that was more important to her than her own life, back at any price. • I don't own the SOA characters nor the original storyline. All rights to Kurt Sutter. I only own the ideas for my OC and the stuff I add to the original storyline.

"They say you fall in love three times in your life," you said finally. Your voice was quiet, but it did not shake. "You ever heard that?" Arthur huffed a breath. "Can't say I have." "The first is young and foolish. That kind that feels like the whole world, because you do not know how big the world really is yet. Everything is bright and easy, and you think every ache is the worst one you will ever feel." "The second is fierce," you said. "All joy and heartbreak tangled together. The fire, you know? The kind that burns hot enough to light up everything in you you did not know you had." Arthur looked up at you then. His eyes were soft and wrecked at the same time. "The third," you said, "is deep. Unshakable. It is the one that never burns out. It might glow softer. It might hurt different. But it is the one that does not go away when the firewood runs low." "I have met you three times in my life, Arthur Morgan," you said. "And every single time, you have made me fall in love with you all over again. You're the only way I know how to love." You sat down beside him, close enough that your thighs brushed. You did not look at him yet. You looked at your hands. "That third kind is the one you are supposed to build your life on," you said. "The one you are supposed to protect. Not keep throwin' into fires to see if it survives." You finally met his eyes. "Do not make me fall for you a fourth time, Arthur." This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

Bella Swan thought her biggest secret was loving a vampire. Turns out, the black cat napping on her couch had bigger ones. Savannah Dove Locklear is sixteen, Lumbee born, sharp-tongued, and cursed with visions she can't stop. A seer in a tribe of panther shifters, she was sent west to keep an eye on the girl tangled up with the Cullens-hidden in plain sight as Bella's moody "housecat." It was supposed to be easy: watch, warn, and survive. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. The night Alice Cullen comes calling, Savannah drops the fur and stands in the middle of Bella's living room, sarcastic as hell, trying to nudge destiny back onto its track. One problem: Jacob Black is there too. And when his eyes lock on hers, the world snaps in two. Imprint. Now Jake's torn between the girl he thought he loved and the one fate has tied him to. Bella wants her vampire back. Savannah wants to save her from a future dripping in blood. The pack wants to know why this "kitty" keeps talking in riddles. And Savannah? She just wants to stop waking up every morning already knowing who's going to break her heart. Sharp as a claw, southern gothic as a half-rotted hymn, Threads of Fate is a story about love, loyalty, and the curse of knowing too much too soon. Because some threads can only tangle tighter the harder you fight them. #1 - Series 11/10/25 #1 Jacob Black 11/10/25