Disclaimer: The original work belong to Ryan Coogler, Writer and Director of the incredible horror/socio-historical film named Sinners (2025). All right reserved to Ryan Coogler and Zinzi Coogler. The content writing here is a fanfiction.
Summary : Annie's world shattered the night she delivered her daughter stillborn. Months later, nothing feels the same. Her husband Elijah turned distant, colder. When he started returning home bloody without wound, Annie realized her marriage wouldn't be the only thing at risk.
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The genre of this fanfiction : Angst.
This story is mainly angst. I will write minimal smut ( non over explicit ) and fluff only when it's necessary (mostly family bonding). This is a Smoke x Annie fiction along with secondary couple. I estimate twenty chapters overall (but I might get carried away, I'm sorry In advance) .
1– Imany
2– Soulmates and strangers
3 — Home Sweet Home
4 — A man’s agony
5 — Cocoa Sweet
6 — Evil deed
7 — No freedom
8 — Lady Josephine
9 — Her prayers
10 — Dames and wits
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Me going back to obsessively reading Snirius and staring at that one hearth wrenching beautiful fic that still has a tight grip on me but hasn't been updated in LITERAL YEARS!...please come back :(
I'm not sure if anyone else had this idea, but as a multi-shipper, I think this would be funny and wholesome crackfic with Sangihun, 457, and ddakhun.
Setting the scene, Seong Ga-yeong is in her 20s, and she's getting married, and she wants her biological father to be at her wedding. But she doesn't know that out of the three men that her oppa had been with before she born is her father. So she sends out letters pretending to be her oppa, to each man to request them to come to the island and meet their daughter.
The story follows the same way as the movie. Gi-hun is running a hotel with his best friends, Park Jung-bae and Choi Woo-seok ( these two are relationship together with Kang Dae-ho as their son). He's trying to get everything organised for the wedding, and it doesn't help that the hotel is struggling to keep the business a float.
He has no idea that his three past lovers are making their way to the island to meet their daughter and here to attend to her wedding. Would these old flames rekindle the spark or would end up in a bloody mess.
In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 92: An Impossible Persistent Hope
Explicit | Cullen x Trevelyan | Hawke x Trevelyan | WC: 500K + (WIP) | DA:I | Epic | Multiship | Slow burn | Fast burn | Complications While Saving the World
Chapter Summary:
After the Inquisitor and several companions disappear in a bridge collapse, Cullen searches for a way to carry on.
Fic Summary:
Lady Rose Trevelyan is in over her head.
Her attendance at the Conclave was only meant to distract her from her failures as a daughter. And then it blew a hole in the world. Marked by an unknown magic, armed with only a few relevant skills, Rose fumbles and fights her way across Thedas with a band of shockingly deadly oddballs dedicated to stopping— well, all of it. As apocalyptic forces conspire to break and remake her, Rose is snared between the tentative devotion of the Inquisition’s stalwart commander and the fierce love of legendary warrior Garrett Hawke, two vastly different men both haunted by hindsight.
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“Commander, Ser. There’s been an incident.”
“What is it?” he asks, breathless behind the rag he has pressed to his lips. The air shimmers with corruption, stinks of it, that ruinous song beckoning his blood.
“A bridge collapsed into the Reach, Ser. I believe— I believe—”
“There’s a bloody dragon overhead. I haven’t the time for sputtering.”
Something familiar rings the scout’s eyes. Torment. Dread maybe.
“They’re saying the Inquisitor was on it, Ser.”
A protest jerks inside his ribs so sharply he wonders if his heart is failing.
“A— a bridge, you say?”
“The Wardens say it was the bridge to the old Griffon roost.”
“Thank you, scout.”
Cullen catches himself against the nearest wall. Cassandra fights through throngs of soldiers toward him.
“Cullen— is it the lyrium?”
“No. Well— no,” he answers. He sucks in a jagged breath. “I’ve just learned Rose may have fallen into the abyss. I’ve got to get up there. I’ve got to—” His head lolls as nausea crests once more.
“Cullen— let me. With all the red lyrium in the air, surely—”
“I can do it,” he presses. Cassandra bites back her objection behind a frown. “If she is gone, let me see for myself.”
By the time they climb to the upper reaches of Adamant fortress, the dragon hasn’t been seen in several minutes. The air trades one haunting tang for another as winds from the depths slither past the battlements.
He’s sure there must be some mistake about Rose, but his stomach disagrees. So do the Inquisition soldiers closest to the old bridge, muttering amongst themselves, clutching at their dirty, bloody, ichor-spattered faces, their expressions confirming his worst fears. Cassandra joins the rest of Rose’s retinue, but Cullen keeps on, right up to the riven edge.
He stares into the crevasse below, searching for something pale against the creeping black, for a glint of armor. For an ember of green. It’s too deep. Too dark.
The dawning sun strikes him, red and oblivious. It had been theirs once, a recurring secret, the beating heart of an impossible, persistent hope. A silent sob escapes his management, shuddering through him.
“Cullen.”
Bull’s voice reaches right into the pit of him.
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