SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfect asset for his organized crime. Harry, a fugitive, spends his days trying to find his angel and reap her out the path he once walked. When that stroke of luck comes his way, he smacks into the harsh reality to what she's actually become. Needless to say, she's no longer an angel. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @HAPPYDAYS1D ALLOWING NO TRANSLATIONS. CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, AND MENTAL HEALTH. READ AT OWN RISK!

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"But if you send for me, you know I'll come And if you call for me, you know I'll run I'll run to you, I'll run to you I'll run, run, run I'll come to you, I'll come to you I'll come, come, come" -Old Money - Lana Del Rey #1 #rafecameron 1/5/25 #1 #rafecameronsmut 3/31/25 #2 #rafecameronfanfic 3/28/23 #1 #obxfanfic 10/19/24 #1 #outerbanks 7/3/25 #1 #obx 7/16/24 #1 #sarahcameron 4/16/23 #1 #rafecameronobx 6/28/25 #2 #drewstarkey 12/3/23 #1 #drewstarkeysmut 6/20/25 #1 #ocstory 3/31/25

She wanted to hear what he couldn't say. "If you can't say it, you don't mean it either." His grip tightened on the blade, tears streaming down his face as he gazed into her hypnotic eyes, wishing that he could turn back time. "That's not true."

book 3 of 4 have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for. let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murdering anyone. sure, she wished it once or twice. okay, total lie, it was definitely more than that. so yeah, maybe she never wanted anyone to die that day on the boat but make no mistake, she is a killer. a murderer, no matter how beloved. there comes a time where no costume can conceal what you don't want to see. sooner or later, the clothes come off, the makeup washes away and the real you emerges. your secrets, your sins, your truths, your lies and bianca was concealing the worst of them all. the world may be a stage, but in the outer banks, the play doesn't matter. it's all in the execution. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰

obsession with the money, addicted to the drugs. ( rafe cameron x fem!oc ) ( 07/08/21 - 27/01/22 ) ©2021 | ninasonlyy

in which their undying love for each other came through them like a tidal wave outer banks x rafe cameron season one - season two

book 1 of 4 ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but every fairytale had an ending and soon enough when the clock struck twelve, bianca would come to realise that her carriage was a rotten, fungus infested pumpkin, that her dress would wilt away to torn, mud-speckled rags and when she kissed her prince charming, he would turn into a fat, ugly, wart-ridden toad. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰

book 2 of 4 on the outside, looking in, bianca prescott was back to who everyone knew her as- kook princess, island royalty, who couldn't give less of a fuck about the pogues like they were poo on her jimmy choo's. but bianca had a hit list. just... not exactly the murder kind. after her best friend, sarah cameron drowned at sea, punished for her utter infatuation with the wrongly accused murderer, fugitive and ring-leader of the pogues, she knew she had to ruin them all. one by one. because bianca prescott was a vengeful, vindictive bitch and revenge was sweet, but inflicting it was even sweeter. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰