"𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..." 𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦. "𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯'?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘢' 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸." 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴. ༻✧༺ All her life she ran from her problems-her fears, and five years ago she ran from him. He won't let her go again. | Remmick x Oc | Posted on Ao3 (soggy_soda)

Mississippi, 1932. Her blood remembers. Descended from the Helsing line and raised on a diet of scripture, silver, and Southern folklore, she returns to her half-haunted hometown after months of hunting demons across Europe alongside her Uncle Wyatt and Great Aunt Del. But when she arrives, she senses something is upturned. Something foul has taken root in the dirt, older than prayer and hungrier than hell. She wants to kill it. Yet her blood calls for it. And what waits in the dark will answer.

In a forgotten tent church on the edge of nowhere, Mercy Doran has spent her life praying to a God who rarely answers. Until the night something else does. Remmick is not of this world. He stands where shadows deepen, waiting with a smile too smooth and a voice that doesn't echo. He can't enter unless she lets him in. When evil comes in the shape of familiar hands, Mercy learns too late that monsters don't always hide in the dark. Sometimes, they wait at the door.

"𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧?" "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?" ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which a hit man and his assignment aren't on a bullet train quite long enough to fall in love, but they'll certainly have some fun while fighting for their lives on the way to the end of the line. [ contains mega strong language, my dudes. and probably eventual smut ]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 is paired with 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 for a school project. she doesn't like him. he doesn't like her. but one evening at the hargrove house shows her exactly what he's been hiding and why the person he pretends to be is nothing like the boy at home. ___________________ [billy x female oc] [read at the bottom of the introduction for tw!]

Book one of the Swift Series everybody wants you, but i don't like a gold rush

"Pinky promise me that you won't be a dick to people who don't deserve it." "That's a bit juvenile, don't you think?" Jamie tried to deflect, but she pinned him to his spot with a glare, her outstretched hand unwavering. "Tartt," "Fine." He wrapped his pinky around hers, and she pretended as if she felt nothing under his touch. "Promise." 「☺ ☺ ☺ 」 season 1 - 3

His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation. "Your spying on me is utterly useless young tulip." Ink eyes opened, resting upon my little frame making me freeze. "What are you thinking? You have got this one chance....run away." He offered his eyes watching my each and every movement like a hawk. "I am a prisoner sire, I have heard stories....tales of how war prisoners are mercilessly butchered if they are caught and I can't afford to die....not yet...I have someone to feed and I will do anything for them." "Anything?" He asked in eerily calm voice. I nodded slowly a lump forming in my throat as my eyes glistened with tears with the scenes of men using my eighteen year body flashed infront of me making me tremble. Water splashed around as he rose to his full height inside the lagoon, his eyes solely focused on me, his feet moving forward, closing our distance altogether. "Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips. His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder. Killer Commander Beast He was the commander of Gladiators. Azarios, the Gladiator of Ambrose. "You will be the bride of mine." "You are my enemy, my contender, the person I hate with everything....every fibre in my soul." she fumed. "Too bad then... you are the person I love with every cell in my body." *No toxic relationship*

The Red Viper and the Tempest. An unlikely match from the beginning. A moment of attraction, fleeting and memorable. A hint of vulnerability, strong and lasting. A spark of a flame, inevitable and ruining. In the midst of storms and poisons, two sinners begin to seek redemption, only to find it in the lips of their enemy and the grace of their rival. ༻✧༺ Set prior to and after Robert's Rebellion Based on the plot and characters of Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin

In which the 20 year old 'retired death eater' enlists the help of the order and finds that her old DADA professor trusts her when no one else will. Remus Lupin x fem!oc Golden trio era VERY! slow burn best rankings- 5 in fanfiction 1 in remus lupin 1 in lupin 1 in remus I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE HP ORIGINAL PLOT- ONLY MY OCS N OWN PLOTPOINTS