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 Sinners-Modern!AU Melody came back to Houston with a plan-stay low and stack her. Fresh out of nursing school and back from Mexico, she's ready to reconnect with family, find herself, and finally exhale in the thick heat of the city she used to call home during the summer. But Houston's changed-and so has she. But nothing threw her off balance more than him-Smoke. Quiet. Tattooed. Dangerous in the way a match is before it touches fire. A friend of her brother's, with a stare that says more than he ever will. What starts as late-night texts and car conversations quickly turns into something deeper, something riskier. Melody finds herself toeing the line between danger and desire-and Smoke's not the type to let go easy.

"There are legends of people born with the gift of dreamin' so true it can pierce the veil between life and death-callin' forth voices from what's gone and what's yet to come. In ancient Ireland, they were called fáith. In Choctaw land, Dream Healers. And in West Africa..." she paused, eyes distant, "...they called 'em Babalawo. Those blessed, or burdened, by this gift could bring healin' to their communities. But powerful light draws powerful darkness, too. Evil don't like when mortals speak its language." - Annie Excerpt from Chapter Two Pulled directly from my Tumblr @novar3ads Warnings: Blood and gore, Smut, Period Typical Racism, Actual Depictions of Klan Behavior, Monster Fucking, Death (These will be updated as chapters come out. These warnings are important for the future so please do not ignore them!) - *Providing the update here as to not give anyone a false notification.* This book isn't abandoned. I just write hella slow and want to ensure that my chapters are up to my standards. I swear I haven't given up.💀

𝙄 𝘼𝙄𝙉'𝙏 𝙇𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔, 𝙎𝙈𝙊𝙆𝙀. 𝙄'𝙈 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀𝘿 Celeste 'Lucky' King were the SmokeStack Twins guilty pleasure. They knew each other since they were kids. Always looked out for each other, took care of each other. But there were always unresolved feelings in this trio. It was clear as day both Smoke and Stack had a thing for Lucky, they couldn't hide it for the life of them. Now, 7 years after the trios disappearance from Mississippi, they're back now. But all of them are in deep shit. And Lucky... she ain't so Lucky anymore.. Smoke X Fem Oc X Stack (Love Triangle)

Studxstud

stud𝐱stud𝐱nolabel • wlw --- 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 • 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 • 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 Death usually tears people apart...but what if it were to bring them together instead? Grieving after losing a sister, a best friend and more, they notice themselves becoming closer. Hanging out more. Feeling like one's other half yet, something was still missing. Or someone. And they knew her all along. • • • • • • This Story Includes ~•~•~•~•~ - Talk About Suicide - Smut/Sexual Language - Substance Abuse - Bullying - Violence - Other Possible Triggers

[STUDXSTUD] Idk I was bored, if you feelin a luh frisky igu w this one

"People exist to inspire me. And inspiration is a form of intimacy."

Stud X Stud 💋 . Every night , a shadow stands in the corner of Mir's room . It never moves . Never speaks . Just watches . Shadow very dark to be seen fully . She tells herself it's nothing , her mind playing tricks when the lights go out . But the presence never leaves . The air grows heavy . The silence feels watched . No matter how many times she rearranges her room , the shadow always returns . Until one night ... it steps forward . What Mir sees isn't a monster , but a beautiful intersex masculine woman , too real to be a dream , too impossible to be alive . Bound to the room and stuck between worlds , the ghost has been watching over her for reasons even she doesn't understand . As fear turns into familiarity, and familiarity into something deeper , the line between the living and the dead begins to blur . Because being seen at your most vulnerable makes attachment dangerous . And some shadows don't leave at sunrise . MUST READ .