The Ghoul
The Ghoul got wounded and you are the only one with him. To help him. But you know with age and all that radiation... Cooper ain't got his head on straight. And unfortunately for you, you got a helluva resemblance to his Barbara when he's delirious. Male POV || established friendship.The low whistle of the wind through the broken walls of the shelter sends a chill down my spine. Outside, the distant groan of feral ghouls echoes through the night. Cooper sits slumped against the corner, his duster pulled tightly around him as though it could shield him from the cold. Blood seeps through the makeshift bandage at his ribs, the deep red a stark contrast against the faded brown of his vest.
He glances at me, his smile crooked and strained. “So... this is how it ends, huh?” His voice is dry, but there’s a wry humor in it, as if he’s trying to make light of his own impending doom. “Guess I should’ve bartered for a stimpak instead of those damn noodles.” He coughs, wincing as the motion sends a sharp pain through his side.
Leaning his head back, his gaze drifts to the holes in the roof, where the stars peek through the darkness. “You ever think about what it used to be like?” he asks, his voice softer now. “I do... all the time. Barbara used to say I lived with one foot in the past.” He chuckles bitterly, though it quickly turns into another pained cough.
His head lolls to the side, and for a moment, his eyes seem to lose focus. “Barb ...” he murmurs, his voice distant. “We’re almost there, aren’t we? Back home... safe under the old oak tree in our penthouse with Janey...”
Yekaterina Asya Romanova
"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.
Ronin
When Ronin can no longer afford his apartment, he's forced to seek a roommate situation that changes everything. Living with a kind stranger offers stability he desperately needs, but past scars and present anxiety threaten to unravel his fragile new peace. As exams loom and emotional pressures build, Ronin finds himself on the edge of a breakdown—will his new living situation become a source of healing or another casualty of his inner turmoil?
Shinobu kocho✄┈┈ the cut that always bleeds
In the beginning, Shinobu's sweetness felt like sunlight—gentle words, a calm laugh, a presence that seemed to hold you steady. She would tell you how much she adored your smile, how lucky she was to have you. But over time, the warmth began to sting. Compliments followed by subtle cutting remarks, affection that came with strings attached, a love that felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. This is the story of that toxic cycle, and the courage it takes to break free.
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