"He watched as the air around her crackled with her magic, and it was so aggressive, so electrifying, that he wondered how this beautiful creature had ever managed to evade his notice – how he'd so foolishly underestimated her from the start." Darkfic.

"He was, and would always be, a shade of grey." A tale of mystery, murder, and unlikely relationships forged in the fires of a conflicted past. [Contains smut and violence.]

"Well, it's been awhile since anyone's taken me seriously. Perhaps this will get their attention." She grinned. "Plus, there hasn't been nearly enough drama in Mystic Falls lately," she said sarcastically. "Maybe it's time to shake things up." Kolena. Smut.

"It was a cruel game, insomnia; a pitiless mistress that stole away the night while simultaneously robbing one of one's sanity." Draco/Hermione. Smut.

Sequel to "Splash." Elena faces the consequences of her actions; and learns what it truly means to be split down the middle. "Tread carefully, Elena - now that you are caught between two Originals, I think you will find it a precarious and dangerous place to be. Don't be fooled, love; you can't trust any of us." Kol/Elena/Elijah. Smut in later chapters.

"Captivated, she can do nothing but watch." Dark Elijah. Smut. (This is not a story in which Hayley and Elijah are involved with each other; she is a bystander. It's a voyeuristic fic. So to any of you Haylijah haters out there, I would recommend that you give it a chance.) R&R!

Elena has a proposition. A truce of sorts, one in which everyone wins - everyone except her. But perhaps the Mikaelsons aren't so bad after all - tolerable, at least, and maybe even likable - and Elijah turns out to be excellent company. And he's certainly easy to look at; as long as she's with them, she might as well enjoy some eye candy. Smut in later chapters. R&R please!

"She glanced at the sword one last time, remembering its keen edge hewing through flesh and bone. Bile rose once again in her throat, and she shoved it down. The blade glimmered in the light, mocking her." Next to him, the sharp blade seems mild in comparison. Elejah. Smut.

"The wood of her kitchen table was a dark, finished wood, smooth under his hands; he guessed mahogany, a common enough wood nowadays. In the years of his youth and for centuries thereafter, he remembered, it had been a rarity: a fine wood from worlds away that only the noblest lords and ladies could afford to import." Elejah. Smut.

Bonnie is having a terrible day: detention, broken heel, spilled coffee, cracked windshield...the whole shebang. You can imagine her displeasure when she spots a certain snarky Original on her front porch. "No need to be so prickly, little witch. I'm only here to talk." Kennett three-shot. Smut.

How could someone who seemed so cold make her feel so hot? How could a man whose heart didn't beat make her own thump so violently inside of her chest? Elejah. SMUT. (Hints of non-con)