Firecrackers Stories

𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝘼𝙏 9/8𝘾, 𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘼 𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙉𝙉! Maya Quinn alongside a group of equally questionable individuals dive headfirst into the kind of situations people would simply walk away from.

Blood is thicker than water, but it's a lot harder to clean off the carpet. In the fight for the future, the only thing more lethal than a Supe-killing virus is a supe dad with a grudge, a crazy plan, and a psychotic superhero son with a god complex.

In the heart of a crumbling Iowan town veiled by cornfields and secrets, Scarlett Wren had built her own kingdom of midnight justice. She was eighteen, barefoot on the roofs by night, flame-haired and whip-thin, the kind of girl the church ladies called wild and the drunkards called a ghost. Whispers said she could hear lies in the wind, that she had been born of a murder night - not from a mother's womb but from the bloodied soil itself. What no one knew was that Scarlett wasn't just lucky. She was something older. Something cursed, or blessed, depending on who was telling the story. When farmers woke to find their cattle bloodless and their daughters dreaming of strange moons, the town elders - brittle men with brittle pride - brought in a solution. Cain Maddox. Thirty-one, ex-military, a legend among bounty hunters with a mouth like sin and a body carved by violence. They told him there was a "problem child" ruining their order, a red wisp who needed caging. They forgot to mention the rest: the spells woven into her breath, the monsters she fought alone because no one else dared to. Cain expected an easy hunt. What he found was a girl who stared down the barrel of his gun and smiled like the devil had kissed her first. Scarlett was trouble in the shape of a girl, all barbed jokes and fierce, aching loneliness. She saw right through him - to the broken boy inside the man, the wolf still pacing behind his ribs. And Cain, for all his hardened instincts, felt the shift the moment their eyes met: the slow, inevitable doom of being claimed. The hunt turned into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous than Cain had signed up for. The town's real sickness ran deeper than anyone guessed - into blood pacts, old gods, and rotting promises. Together, they would have to decide whether to destroy each other... or burn the town to the ground and start something wild and sacred in its place.

In 1919, a girl named Marjorie Voss was born into Vought's shadow. From childhood she was isolated, studied, and shaped. Told she was special, pure, and destined for greatness. She was raised and groomed to be the perfect Spring Goddess: soft, vibrant, obedient, and untouched. In 1944, Soldier Boy set his eyes on twenty-five year old Marjorie Voss and decided she belonged to him. Sweet, untouched, and blooming only for him, she became Persephone -- Vought's perfect Spring Goddess and the woman he claimed with filthy promises of forever and legacy. He worshipped her body, filled her with his obsession, and swore no one else would ever have her. But promises mean nothing to a man like Soldier Boy. Years of betrayal, cruelty, and being treated like a fragile afterthought slowly poisoned the girl who once blushed in his arms. Until one night, something ancient and merciless inside of her finally woke up. Now, decades later, a thawed and feral Soldier Boy hunts her down like a man starved. He drags her into his world of violence and captivity, determined to finish what he started... to breed her, break her, and bind her to him forever with a life he's always craved. But the soft, obedient flower he remembers is dead. Persephone has become something far darker. ⚠️Dark Romance ⚠️ This is a brutally dark Soldier Boy x OC romance. It contains heavy noncon/dubcon, captivity, breeding kink, toxic obsession, WATTPAD Appropriate graphic violence, and extreme emotional and physical destruction. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you have triggers, please proceed with caution or skip this fic. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: The Boys and all canon characters, including Soldier Boy / Ben, Liberty / Stormfront, Crimson Countess, Vought, and the overall universe belong to Eric Kripke, Amazon Prime Video, Garth Ennis, Darick Robertson, and their respective creators and producers. No copyright infringement is intended. Marjorie Voss (Persephone), her original backs

As the young Naomi Rose sits in class a, unusual occurrence happens during a normal school day. Three high-ranking military man ask Naomi to return with them to the base. After agreeing Naomi is put in an awkward situation. She has a 15-year-old girl just told that she will be training the new recruits. That's not all what she's there for, but that's about all she knows about her little "trip". When she find out the true reason for her being there, let's just say you don't want to be in a 2 mile radius of her, until she cools off.😅 She makes some new friends but they don't actually know who she is because she's acting as a rookie. This makes some of the other instructors mad since they have to do her job, but they cant do anything about it. Although since Naomi changed her mind about training them she had to room with a guy, and he is your stereo typical "bad boy". After sometime Naomi starts to teach them and most were confused at her change in position, some even challenged her to see if she was any good.(Those poor souls.) __________________________________________________________________________________________ This story may contain some swear words read at your own discretion. I'm going back and editing so somethings might change as a story goes on.

Rayne lived an eventful yet repetitive life. She was a dancer in Elberya's port town, making money off of everything she could. Toying with humans was her main source of income other than dancing. She loved stealing their coins and making them do favors for her with her enchanting song. However, when she ran into Captain Leona Thorn, one who could resist her charms, everything changed. Rayne made herself a part of her crew and began her journey around the world. Although Rayne simply thought this would be another mere game, it had come to her attention that Leona's past lover, Catherine Ravenstar, had a plan to take control of the entire world of Agrothia with all four of the Gods' talismans. Now, Rayne and the crew must gather Leona's past allies and beat Catherine to the last talisman on Duhelia's Scorn before the whole world goes to ruin.

IMAGINE BEING the daughter of the god of the Underworld. Well, welcome to cabin 13. Penelope looked just like a normal girl. Dirty blonde hair that reached far past her shoulders which she usually kept in braids while training, sparkling blue eyes and freckles splattered across her face which you could easily connect to make the constellations in the sky. She was tall enough for her age and honestly quite cute. She didn't resemble her father in anyway physically but campers still cowered at the sight of her. Her whole life was flipped the moment her eyes fell on the boy with the calming sea green eyes, unruly black hair and lopsided smile. A clash of fire and water, children of the big three, legendary hero's but unlikely friends. But maybe it's their differences that bring them together...

viann loved diwali and him.

❝how can i feel happy, when the people around me make me so sad? my heart is unhappy.❞ © 2013, midjuly

sans kills random people for no reason I think

Uraraka decides to suppress her feelings for Izuku. Who better to help (voluntarily or not) than her crush's main rival Katsuki Bakugou? . Or . The one in which Bakugo and Uraraka begin to get to know each other in homeopathic doses. ("Estalinhos" translated) A Kacchako/Bakuraka/KatsuOcha fanfic

random ass one-shots, not to be read by the feeble minded and as you read this you get to enjoy watching my style change. there is some yaoi comedy and things i thought of half awake, I also thre some poems in here so yeah..... these are suppose to make you say: wha the fuck was going her head

Selenophile (N.) a person who loves the moon Clyde Monroe is a eighteen year old high school student with a bad past. With parents who abuse him and a sister who commuted suicide, he can't find it in himself to be happy. With cold glares and short responses he moves out and keeps going to school to graduate. Girls fawn over him in private because they are to afraid to do it to his face. Artemis Fluor is a wild child. Five two and 114 pounds of sass ,recklessness ,and a need for freedom. Known as a firecracker. When she smiles it lights up the room. Her attitude has her moving from school to school quite often. And steel gray eyes can move from warm to cold in a few seconds. Some stuff may be triggering in here so please. Read at your own choice. If something triggers you and you want me to put up trigger warnings on those chapters I will. Disclaimer: This story belongs to me. The characters are played by real people and don't belong to me. Characters, plot line, and ideas are mine.

A poem depicting feelings of a child working at the fire cracker factory as a labourer.