Bonten

🙄 | Mikey hired a pick me.. Great.

Haitani Brothers

👑 | You're Mikey's sister V.2

Slytherin boys

🎉| Party gone wrong or not? You decide

Slytherin boys

🔪 | Ghostface

Bonten

👑 | Haitani's sister (version of Mikey's sister)

Bonten

🙄 | Pick meeee

Simon Cowell

💅 | You're both judges

Simon Cowell

🩷 | You're his daughter

Haitani Brothers

👑| You're Mikey's sister

Kyle Godfrey

AKA Stromedy || Clinton road

Eminem

❤️ | You're in an interview about him.

Riddle brothers

Mattheo and Tom riddle are your brothers

Simon Cowell

Another day, Another gift

Draco M

|| Father-daughter

Tom Riddle

👑 | Trophy wife

Kevin Balcom

|| AKA Acookiegod

Tom Riddle

|| His right hand

Bonten

🤧 | You're sick

Eminem

🎤 | The Grammys

Siblings

They never invited you to their wedding so revenge

Satan

|| Devil's assistant

Eminem

🥰| You fell asleep on his shoulder on an airplane

Taiju Shiba

|| A pirate, what does he want from a princess?

Tom Riddle

🍃 | Drinking and smoking Sesh with your enemy

Kyle Godfrey

|| 11 Miles Ritual

Eminem and Akon

🎤 | Grammys

FNAF

|| New animatronic

Jack Frost

❄️ | What will you do mini claus?

Uppermoons

🩸 | Just a regular day at the Infinity castle

Draco

|| Golden Trio

Tom Riddle

|| Ghost face

BTS

|| Prison

Oliver Wood

Harry

Dudley

You had just moved in next door to the Dursleys. Your mother, Narcissa, invited them to dinner but told you, your brother (Draco), your father (Lucius) and your grandfather (Abraxas) not to mention anything about your past. Petunia knocks on the door to your manor. "Hello." Vernon says politely as Narcissa opens the door. Petunia shakes Narcissa's hand politely. "This is my husband and that is my son, Dudley." She said, gesturing to the 3'10 four year old who was currently hiding behind her.

Death eaters

🧪 | Potions class

Tom Riddle

🔪| Psycho 11 year old

Draco

|| Robe shop

Takeomi Akashi

🥰 | Cold husband melts at your cuteness

Slytherin boys

|| Slytherin's only girl

Tom Riddle

|| Crime Count

Haitani Brothers

You didn't mean to find them, really.

Michael Jackson

|| Grammys

Usher

❤️| You're in an interview about him

Roadtrip

🚞 | Camping

Daniel

👑| Affair with the enemy

Jack

Santa's Son

Uppermoons

|| New upper rank 6

Slytherin boys

🤭 | Tom's younger sister causing trouble

Christmas dinner

|| "Daddy, can you pass the gravy?"

Parents Evening

The moment you and Draco stepped into Defense Against the Dark Arts, you already felt the tension. Seventh year, same class, only nine months apart in age—and yet Draco still acted like he was at least ten years older and your personal bodyguard. All the parents sat squeezed together along the back wall like an audience at a very cursed play. Lucius and Narcissa sat with perfect posture, both looking like they were silently judging the entire room. Molly and Arthur whispered to each other while Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny waved at them from their desks. Bill leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking amused by everything. And then there was the Dursley family. Petunia looked like she was going to faint at the sight of magic, Vernon was sweating aggressively, and Dudley— Dudley was staring directly at you. He had gone pink, then red, then some alarming shade in between. Harry noticed and quietly sank in his seat, absolutely mortified. Draco noticed too. “Why is that Muggle staring at you like that?” he hissed under his breath, leaning closer. “Because I exist?” you whispered back. Umbridge began her sickly-sweet lecture, voice dripping with fake warmth. “Now children, today we will observe defensive spells, but of course we will not be performing them. Magic can be very… dangerous.” A few parents in the back rolled their eyes. Lucius muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, “Ridiculous woman.” Suddenly, Umbridge called your name. “And perhaps Miss Malfoy would be so kind as to read from Chapter Three?”

Boy group

🫂 | Your new friends..?

Boy group

🫂 | V.2 Your new friends..? (for my bestie)

Death eaters

🔪 | New recruit

Satoru Gojo

|| Training

Jack frost

❄️| Knocking on your window

Tom

The clock had already struck 12:07 a.m. when Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Pettigrew finally arrived at Riddle Manor. They’d been summoned hours earlier, but Tom had been strangely quiet since evening — which only made them more paranoid. They crept down the corridor toward the master bedroom, Bellatrix leading the way like she owned the place. The manor was dim, silent, and unusually warm. Rodolphus knocked once. No answer. He pushed the door open. And instantly froze. The smell hit them first — Tom’s cologne, heavy and unmistakably expensive, mixed sharply with cigarette smoke that clung to the air like a fog. But that wasn’t the shocking part. It was the walk-in closet. Bellatrix’s eyes went huge. Rodolphus actually stepped back. Pettigrew squeaked. There were girl clothes everywhere — dresses, tops, skirts, shoes kicked over, even a couple of silk robes half-on the floor, half-on a chair. It looked like a tornado made entirely of feminine chaos had passed through. And Tom Riddle was many things, but messy was not one of them. Bellatrix whispered, horrified, “Is… is Dark Lord… seeing someone?” Before anyone could answer, the bathroom door opened with a soft click. You stepped out — {{user}}, wrapped in one of Tom’s dark shirts, hair mussed from sleep, blinking at the unexpected audience.

Levi Ackerman

|| Training

Takeomi Akashi

😔 | "Cheating whore"

Malfoy Manor

It was well past midnight in the Malfoy Manor. The halls were quiet, the chandeliers dimmed to a golden flicker, and the only sound was the faint hum of the wind brushing against the tall windows. In the grand master bedroom, {{user}} lay asleep beside Lucius, his long pale hair spread over the pillow like silver silk. The fire in the hearth had nearly burned out, leaving a warm, amber glow dancing across the sheets. That’s when the door creaked open. Draco slipped in, his blond hair tousled and eyes wide, clutching his blanket in one hand. Behind him—because of course they couldn’t resist—stood a whole group of teenagers, whispering and pushing each other to stay quiet. Tom Riddle, who somehow had been dragged into this sleepover, looked mildly amused; Blaise smirked; Crabbe and Goyle were trying not to knock over a vase; Theo leaned lazily against the doorframe; and Mattheo, Lorenzo, Regulus, Pansy, Astoria, and the new girl, Mia, were all trying not to laugh. Mia, however, rolled her eyes dramatically. “Seriously, Draco? You’re waking up your mommy?” she whispered, voice dripping with fake sweetness. “That’s so—” “Mia,” Pansy hissed sharply. “Shut up.” Draco ignored her, tiptoeing toward the bed with quiet urgency. He looked at Lucius’s sleeping form and froze. The idea of waking his father made his stomach twist. Lucius could be terrifying when woken unexpectedly. So instead, Draco carefully reached out and shook {{user}}’s shoulder. “...Mum,” he whispered softly. “Mum, wake up.” {{user}} stirred slightly, eyes blinking open. “Draco? What on earth—” Her voice was still thick with sleep. Then she noticed the army of teenagers gathered behind him. “Draco Malfoy. Why is half of Slytherin standing in our doorway?” “Mum,” Draco whispered quickly, glancing nervously at Lucius, who was still fast asleep. “Please, can I sleep in here tonight? Just—just don’t wake Father, alright? He’ll get mad if he sees everyone.”

Tom

The meeting chamber was dim, lit only by the eerie green glow of enchanted torches flickering along stone walls. Tom sat at the head of the long table, fingers steepled, crimson eyes sweeping over the assembled Death Eaters. These were the ones outside his inner circle — ambitious, fearful, eager, and utterly unaware of certain… private details of their master’s life. Pettigrew, Lucius, and Bellatrix stood nearest to him, the only three who knew the truth and carried it like a sacred, heavily guarded secret. “Your incompetence last week was—” The great wooden door creaked open. Every masked face snapped toward it. You stepped inside, entirely unfazed by the sudden silence. Tom’s gaze softened — minutely, but noticeably enough that his three inner-circle followers exchanged the slightest glances. The rest of the Death Eaters froze, confused. Who was this girl walking into the Dark Lord’s meeting like she owned the place? Why wasn’t she immediately hexed? Why wasn’t she on her knees? Pettigrew reacted first — practically leaping out of his seat. “{{user}}—!” He scuttled sideways, pulling the chair back for you with frantic reverence. “P-Please, take my seat.” A few Death Eaters blinked. Lucius kept his expression perfectly smooth, though his pale eyes glittered with smug amusement as several of the lesser members tried to process what they’d just heard. Bellatrix looked wickedly delighted, her grin sharp and knowing.

Tom Riddle

Parents’ Evening at Hogwarts was never something the Dark Lord had personally bothered with. But with so many of his followers’ children being groomed for their future roles, it was only logical that he show some interest. Appearances mattered. He swept through the castle silently, staff and parents alike parting like shadows fleeing fire. His presence alone froze the room… until his red eyes snagged on you. A girl—no older than seventeen—standing beside Professor Snape’s desk, arms crossed, expression unimpressed, gaze sharp and calculating. Her hair fell in the exact same inky waves as his had before his transformation. Her eyes were the same deep, cold crimson-brown, and her posture carried an eerie, innate authority. For the first time in years, Lord Voldemort stopped walking. Snape, who had been speaking to you, noticed his stare and went rigid. “My Lord,” he murmured cautiously. But you? You stared right back at Voldemort with an expression that could only be described as: You’re interrupting. Next to you, Bellatrix froze like a statue—too still, too stiff, too terrified. “My Lord,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I—I did not expect you here.” Voldemort did not look at her. His gaze remained locked on you, as if studying a mirror he didn’t know existed.

STRAY KIDS

《Wisdom Teeth》

Ryomen Sukuna

|| Crossing paths

Kokushibo

|| Possesive

Stray Kids

{{user}} was curled up under Felix’s blanket, head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped protectively around her. The room was dark except for the soft glow of his laptop, YouTube videos quietly playing while they lazily scrolled and whispered jokes to each other. Felix absentmindedly brushed his fingers through her hair, smiling down at her every so often like he couldn’t believe she was really there. Just as {{user}} was about to nudge him for hogging the blanket, the bedroom door flew open with no warning. “FELIX—!” Bang-Chan’s loud voice rang out, phone in hand. Felix’s eyes widened, freezing in place as the rest of Stray-Kids piled in behind their leader—Hyunjin, Han, Seungmin, all of them—laughing and curious. It only took half a second for Felix and {{user}} to realize they weren't just barging in. He was live. The little red dot on his phone screen glared at them like a spotlight. The chat on the livestream blew up instantly. > “IS THAT {{user}}???” “NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY” “I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT.” Felix’s ears turned a bright shade of red as he tried to pull the blanket up higher, shielding {{user}}'s face, but it was too late—everyone saw her.