The night Smoke stumbled onto Rae's porch, neither of them imagined what the coming weeks would bring. Old wounds reopened. Fragile hopes rekindled. And a secret neither was ready to face. In a town where the past burns slow and the future feels uncertain, love and loss become one. But some ashes never fade. This is their story - of what was lost, what was left behind... and what still burns beneath it all. ___________________________________________ Not exactly a narrative of the movie in some parts. Smoke x Female OC SINNERS (2025) Any picture work or art doesn't belong to me, the rights belong to their owners. Disclaimer: English is not my first language and I'm not fully aware of American history, any grammatical errors, or cultural errors, Please let me know in the comments. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains mature themes including violence, emotional trauma, grief, and implied abuse. It also features themes of abandonment, pregnancy, and loss. Reader discretion is advised. While this is a romantic and emotional prequel set in the Sinners universe, it explores heavy themes with depth and sensitivity.

They grew up on hymns and hushes-whispers in the pews, glances that held too much and said too little. She knew Sammie Moore before she knew desire. Before her father shattered her spirit. Before the juke joint showed her how easy it was to get lost in music, in liquor... in him. They've been tied together from the start-always good, always clean, always saints. But the night they give in, the night they finally let go and become sinners... they land straight on the devil's playground. Vampires prowl. Blood spills. Friends vanish. Families fall apart. But the wound that cuts the deepest-the one that never stops aching-is the love they still can't walk away from. Love isn't a sin. But if it was... It'd be the deadliest one of all. I DO NOT OWN SINNERS: the cake and praise goes to amazing mind, Ryan Coogler. Only thing I own is my own OC, which is you, and her backstory!

A list of one shot story I wrote. Fanfiction of Ryan Coogler's amazing gothic film rooted in music and black culture. These one shots are mainly centered around the powerful couple Annie and Smoke. No story including Mary character will be written - No explanation would be provided.

I was always lost on what freedom and love looked like. I thought it looked like moving away at first, then it turned into just being able to go into town without worry. After that it looked just like a man I used to know, and after he left. I had no idea what exactly freedom should look, taste, sound or smell like anymore. I thought I had everything I needed growing up, and that freedom didn't exactly matter. Why care about it, as long as we were locked away together? Now years and a few months later, I was forced to figure that out. What freedom looked like for me.