❝Because there was no possible way that someone who was alive in the 1920s could still be alive today. No possible way.❞ [TVD 1x01+] Riley Fletcher is a human. In a normal town, this would make her extremely ordinary. In Mystic Falls, this makes her a target. The world as Riley knows it is about to change. When she is faced with vampires, werewolves, hybrids and more, her goal is a simple one. The goal of any human being in the supernatural world. Survival.

It was meant to be some sort of experiment. Admittedly, a rather twisted one, but an experiment nonetheless. He had not meant to take it this far, but unfortunately, he did. Lance McClain has not spoken in over half a year. No one has noticed. (A/N: I would prefer if you did not leave comments on this fic. Thank you for reading.)

Lance is 100%, without a doubt, straight. He has the perfect girlfriend and has never wanted anything more. But suddenly his world is being turned upside down by the boy playing the drums at his local bar--a boy who happens to be very good looking, very gay, and very very interested in Lance. aka: Good-Boy Lance has a crisis when he meets Keith because he's so damn attractive, and Keith is a little ho that is way too promiscuous and open about his sexuality. The become friends. Confusion and sexual tension ensue. «Not mine! It belongs to Klancekorner on AO3»