🩰🐇🦢 She draws wings for a living. He collects broken hearts without trying. Neither expected the other. Elodie Rosewood escaped the world she was born into-pearls, galas, high expectations-and built herself a quiet life in a sunlit tattoo shop. Soft on the outside, steel on the inside, she designs art that looks delicate until you look closer. Tom Kaulitz doesn't look closer at girls. He doesn't have to. Until he walks into her shop. One album cover turns into late nights, sketch sessions, stolen glances, and a connection neither of them wants to admit is happening. She sees right through him. He gets under her skin in ways she hates to love. He's chaos. She's calm. He breaks rules. She rewrites them. And somewhere between ink stains and guitar strings, Tom Kaulitz starts falling for the one girl who isn't impressed by him. The one girl who might ruin him. Or save him.

🩰🦢✶ 𝓢𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝓢𝐜𝐡ä𝐟𝐞𝐫 ✶ ∥ 𝓣𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 ✶ 🎸🖤 Back then, Tom Kaulitz had long dreads and a mischievous grin, the kind of boy who made a game out of teasing Sofie Schäfer-her soft laughter, her quiet stubbornness, the way she always tried to keep up with Gustav's antics. His jokes, his smirks, his constant teasing-they weren't cruel, not really. They were just the language of a fascination too complicated for words. Now, a year later, she's not just Gustav's little sister anymore. She's her own force-fashionable, confident, independent-and yet, somehow, she still makes him pause, still makes him forget the music, the fame, and everything else outside their little world. Berlin streets hum with a new rhythm: the tension between them is quieter now, threaded with unspoken words, subtle longing, and the weight of everything left unresolved. They used to be just family and bandmates. Now, every glance, every brush of a hand, feels like a note in a song they're learning to play together. 🩰✶

One-shots of my OCs and their S/Os

"Every eldest daughter is the first lamb to the slaughter" I never thought I'd meet him, a boy who cared. A boy who wanted me as much as I wanted him. Someone who cared. Someone who might just love me. If there was one thing I wanted, it was love. Not the lust kind of love. Not the forced kind of love. The 'I love you and I chose to' kind. The soft kisses at night and hand to hold when you feel scared. The shoulder to cry on. And he gave that to me. He gave me everything. ♤♡♤ I've been alone since my dad left me in an animal trap. Father of the year, right? I know not to trust anybody. That was a lesson learned a long time ago. So you know what happened when I got found by a man and his son, looking ugly, crying in a ditch? And then meet a police officer who is trying to find his family. "I have a son about your age, it'd be nice for you two to be friends" that's what Rick Grimes said to me a few days before I went with him to Atlanta to find his family. I guess I learn that some people may just be trustworthy. I might even find a family. And I might just finally feel safe, not broken. I might grow, I might break. All with the help of a certain boy in a sheriff's hat. Wanna know how all that happens? Keep reading. You're in for a wild ride. Because this is a story of death, sacrifice, zombies, sarcasm, and learning to sleep with a knife under your pillow. But most importantly, love And you might ask how I found the "L" word in the apocalypse... That's for you to find out. And for me to tell you. Bit by bit, piece by piece, little by little, and chapter by chapter. Good luck, and don't get bit before you finish the story, because this girl doesn't tell it twice. I do not own the walking dead, only my ocs! Started: July 1, 2025 Published: July 9, 2025 Edited: October 4, 2025 Finished: ??? (You have to waittttttt :p)

Being born a witch in a witch family during witch trials was not often fun, and being offered a position at the commission was her only way out, until she met viktor hargreeves. - s1-4