Samm's writing masterlist

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Summer holiday

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Some story that has been sitting in my box since forever to post. not a happy fluffy one

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divine intervention

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

What can I say about this one? The story started with a plain and simple idea. Enemies to lovers. Onyx and his archrival Kaisuke are both instantly attracted to Onyx's roommate Rhysland.

Once I started writing I added family stories, intrigues, darkness, myths and legends. And boem, the whole story started to become alive.

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Jig saw puzzle

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81794236/chapters/215160696

Alexander is set out by his maffia pack family, the Crimson Familia, to meet up with their competitors from the Shadow Clan to steal information from another clan.

Now you still now nothing (evil laugh). This is dark romance, very dark. It contains things that are triggers, so proceed with caution. (read notes in the beginning) The story takes you through a mafia world with clear alpha/omega verse tones but also with a twist, it takes you to stories of torture, rape and murder, sex and kinks, good and evil. Breaking chains, hate, finding redemption, growth and falling in love.

Are you brave enough? You choose your ending in the next chapters: an unexpected twist, a heartbreaking one or a sappy teeth rotting happy one.

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conversations

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81422136

When a conversation in the inn off Uxantis leads to unexpected secrets.

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Join me in sin

Recovering from persistent throat inflammation. Too ill to do anything useful, too well to do nothing. This story flowed smoothly onto the pages this weekend.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Teaser (snippets from different chapters) I'm not an angel and in many ways I'm not a better man than he is. I'm a thief, a hacker, a murderer with a passion for sex. But like I said, this one is personal. Unlike the heavy man on my shoulders I just don't pretend to be holier than the pope. I don't use my function to steal from widows, or to use the weak and sick.

Months of preparation down the drain I'm careful to make as little noise as I can. I don't want to startle the praying monk. A soft mumbled prayer in Latin is echoing through the chapel.

For a second I doubt what I'm about to do. I need to have that monk. The abbot might wake up, but I can finish with just one slit across his throat. I'm going to take the risk. The monk being too irresistible. Yes, he's worth the risk. I need to have him, even if my plans with the abbot go down the drain.

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Going through my old computer, I come across an old google profile. Three stories from the past. No fandom. Never published.

I honestly read through them, very fast, very vertically.

Not too shabby. So I posted them. Because why not?

You know me. Probably NSFW, gore sex abuse and other things, no doubt.

Enjoy the trip down memory lane. Links per story already posted. Otherwise: my ao3 Samm_de_Winter

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There's nothing wrong with ...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80293181

There's nothing wrong with not being a popular guy. I'm just not. There's nothing wrong to have almost no sexual attraction. There's nothing wrong in failing basic training as a warrior. There's nothing wrong with having no affinity with hunting. There's nothing wrong with having almost no ability to cast magic. There's nothing wrong with loving to wander across the island gathering ingredients for the mage as well those to cook. There's nothing wrong to live with my good for nothing, constantly drunk or drugged, excuse for a father in a cabin so run down we had to place buckets whenever it rained. There's nothing wrong with making money any way I can. There's nothing wrong with saying that I look good. Even if it sounds cocky.

Except, it's all just not, is it?

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Bad boy gone good

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For years I've been in denial. For years I play my part.

I'm Michael Nikolas Hernandez, the second oldest son of the pack's alpha. Legible bachelor, ruthless businessman and party animal. Work hard, play hard.

Working six days out of seven. Getting up at 5 in the morning, heading to my home gym, working out until 7. Breakfast, a shower and off to the office. Working from 8 till 13. Lunch. Working until 18. Dinner. And then from Monday to Thursday, mostly hitting up with one or more women at the bar in the den. Friday and Saturday partying the night away, always ending up with bringing one or more woman back home. And on Sunday, I sleep in, read a book or watch a movie.

My golden cage, my prison. I am free, but I'm not.

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Fuego

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For one night only, he wanted to forget who he was, what responsibilities would rest on his shoulders, what people expected of him. For one night, he wanted to forget the world. One night of losing his virginity, to a man. To be taken, to be used, to be fucked. A secret he kept to long. A secret he would let out, just for one night.

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Possesive

This fanfic has nothing to do with Michael Cimino, except that the look of the character Michael is based on the real deal.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77154981

Summary: AU dragons Michael's adoptive mother is moving in with her boyfriend and his family. Michael and his younger sister have no say in the matter.

Teaser: "Elias, it will kill them both." "We need to, Esmeralda. The group gets divided into four. Each group flies into another direction. We need to split them up." "It could kill them. Their bond is rare and they are still too young." "If we don't act now, they are dead anyway. The hunters are too close. Our location has been compromised, we need to move. I don't even want to think about what they'll do to them when they catch them together." "I hate this." for a second the two stared at each other. "I wish we had another solution." "Me too." there was such grief in his voice. "But if they are mates they will find each other again."

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EAR DEAFENING SILENCE

Please take your mental health seriously. I could tag very detailed but that would be a book on it's own. It's raw and explicit.

Niko is thirteen when he gets adopted for the thirteenth time. Niko's pov: So at the age of ten when I chose to be silent. Maybe one day I'll lose my voice for good. Maybe one day I won't open my eyes. I tried to end it more than once, but if there's one thing I'm good at it's in failing.

I put my main characters Niko and Finn through a lot of misery before I can give them a happy end.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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You complicate things

Teaser: My stalker is not a nice man, not by far.

Everyone else would be scared as hell, but for me, just knowing gave me solace. I opened my laptop and checked the security footage. He had been in and out my room real quickly. He was standing outside my window right now.

I got up and stood before my window again, opening it, letting the cool air inside, undressed and crawled into my bed. I stared at the ceiling hoping this night would be different. Every night I did this, as an invitation for him. I wanted to snuggle up again. A sweet memory of one night that seemed ages ago.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Found Family

It's been ages ago since I started this story.

It started out as a Blind Channel fanfic but alongside the way it has completely transformed into something else. Aside from a few names, this is not a fanfic anymore. Not for the fainthearted. I could use every trigger warning on ao3. Your mental health is important so if you come across something that might trigger you, stop reading.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Nothing is what it seems at Safeguard Security.

My official job title? Advisor. Nothing more, nothing less.

The rumours? I’m the fucktoy of Alexander and Niko, the two cao's. I’m just a secretary. I’m an accountant. Nobody knows exactly what I do and honestly the rumours amuse me.

The truth?  My job is triple folded. One I run security checks, both on the floor as in the field. Two I hack the shit out of people. Three I have very good persuasion skills and I don’t back down from a little torture.

My mind is dark. The truth is hidden in plain sight. The higher the elevator rises, the deeper the secrets. The deeper you go down, the higher the chances you don't come back. In the end the destination for everyone is the same, death. So it's the journey that matters.

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Tied together by an unvisible string.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66270766

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Another sun will rise A murder mystery

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64363972

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A pitch black trans man/fem vampire murder story.

Samm is wandering through the ancient woods trying to find the perfect spot to bury her latest victim. She freezes on the spot as she sees another murderer covering up a grave. And just like that she finds the ideal spot, someone to frame and Elliot, the buried trans man who's still breathing.