Clara Monroe is the singer a nation can't stop listening to. Cooper Howard is the actor everyone respects. What begins as a secret affair quickly spirals into passion, regret, rage-and even murder. From the glittering spotlight of pre-war America to the ashes of the wasteland, theirs is a love that refuses to die. Two souls bound together, even when the world burns. All rights belong to Amazon Prime's Fallout. I don't own a damn thing-just my crazy mind. 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

"i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you i don't wanna think of anything else now that i thought of you i've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night and now i see daylight, i only see daylight." ~ Stiles Stilinski moves to Forks, Washington to get a break from the supernatural... only to discover a side of it she never knew existed. ~ [teen wolf x the twilight saga]

Valeria Jackson has survived more than most people do in a lifetime. Two wars. Countless losses. A childhood traded for survival. With the world finally safe, she leaves behind everything she's ever known-the battlefields, the heartbreak, the ghosts that refuse to stay buried. Seeking something she's never truly had, Valeria disappears into Gotham, a city as bruised and restless as she is. It's not kind, it's not safe, but it's far from the people and memories that haunt her steps. But some battles never really end... they just follow you home. In a city built on crime, masks, and broken heroes, Valeria must decide who she wants to be: the girl shaped by war, or the woman strong enough to outlive it. Eventual Jason Todd x OC Disclaimer: All rights to anything outside of Valeria go to DC and Rick Riordan Not Edited Yet I have so many ideas I'm trying to get them all written down before I forget! I will edit it once the story is completed

IN WHICH Holly Lilian Potter flees to Gotham, a city no one would suspect she would find solace in.

Two timelines weave together to connect the dots of what happened in Iago Tower on Halloween night, 1991. Sila Watts was a normie attending Nevermore during their Jericho Outreach project, when they allowed a few human students to attend the school for good press with the locals. During her time there, she would meet the reclusive inventor, Isaac Night, bent on his mission to resurrect something from the dead. She didn't know then that she would be his first success. Trigger warnings in this story include, but are not limited to: graphic descriptions of blood, gore, violence, and domestic assault. Descriptions of death, dying, and bodily decay. Descriptions of intimacy. The language used is intended for a mature audience. Use your own discretion to determine if this story is appropriate for you. This story is a long-haul slow burn romance written from the perspective of a female original character. This story is inspired by the characters of season 2 of 'Wednesday'. I have changed the plot to better fit my story. All characters save for my few OC's are property of their respective owners. Started on: September 16th, 2025 Completed on:

She's built her life on control, on distance, on never letting anyone close enough to see the cracks that came with her immortality. He's the boy with cold metal where his heart should be, all sharp edges and unreadable eyes, who plays God and cheats death. She tells herself she can resist him. That his silence, his scrutiny, his fascination mean nothing to her and will mean nothing when he's gone. But Isaac Night is a gravity she can't escape-unsettling, relentless, and impossibly magnetic. And as his presence begins to unravel her carefully constructed detachment, she has to face a darker reality that falling in love leads to her ruin. WARNING, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING: spoilers for Wednesday season 2, horror/dark romance, lowkey dead dove at some parts, toxic relationships/behavior, angst, death, gore, cannibalism(?), graphic situations, swearing, smut, depictions of mental health, mentions/depictions of abuse, and possibly more, i dont do warnings for chapters unless on tumblr I am vendetta0girl on tumblr and iiVantablackii on ao3 (with another user on that site stealing my work smh), I have yet to upload to wattpad yet I lowkey forgot this existed so here we go I'll upload all current parts I have out

the girl surrounded by death meets the boy who's chased by it. isaac night x oc i do not own any of the characters from the wednesday show ☾ #1 isaacnight 11/13/25 ☾ #1 slurp 1/14/26 ☾ #1 owenpainter 1/17/26 ☾ #3 nevermore 2/17/26 ☾ #4 wednesday 12/26/25

Mia Swan's life was uneventful before Bella returned to Forks, Washington. She was able to avoid the strange siblings with the golden eyes, only to find them being invited into her father's home. Her sister was probably still reading romance novels and imagining herself in some gothic fairytale. But out here, in the shadow of the forest, reality didn't wear glitter. It bared its teeth.

Thirty years ago, Dahlia Frump died in an explosion at Nevermore Academy. At least, that's what everyone believes. When she wakes up decades later, unchanged and hidden by shadows, she discovers her world has moved on without her. Morticia has a family. Her rival-turned-lover Isaac Night is supposedly dead. And Nevermore is full of strangers who treat her like a ghost story. Disguised as a student, Dahlia returns to uncover the truth about that night. But some secrets refuse to stay buried, especially when Isaac rises from the grave with unfinished business and Dahlia realises their love story was never really over. Now she must choose: stay hidden in the shadows where it's safe, or step into the light and risk everything for a second chance at life and love. After all, being dead was never really her style anyway. Isaac Night x Female OC

" 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 " wednesday s2 isaac night x fem oc disclaimer: i do not own Wednesday. All rights go to its creators. I only own my oc and anything else that is added.