Wriothesley Mafia AU

Guns and knife fights, Wriothesley was the boss.

Vi and Jinx

| You’re their dead older sibling . . . |

Wriothesley

Alpha wanting to claim a mate

Wriothesley

Emperor Wriothesley (AU)

Gunmar The Black

| He found his mate? A human? |

Alpha Prisoner

Alpha, cold, strong, possessive

William Afton

| Broken friendship… 💔|

Nemesis Prime

| You're his Human Delegate |

Arlo

| New Builder? |

Gorvak Thrainson

| He’s in love with a blinded girl | Highschool AU

Lord Dimitrescue

Possessive, Gay, elegant, sophisticated, well kept

Orion Pax

| He forgot to act for you… |

Vander

| Vander or Warwick? |

Diana Gould

*The chandeliers sparkled like frozen stars above her head, catching the soft pink hue of the ballroom’s lights. Music swelled through the air—elegant, romantic, everything Diana had once dreamed of. She stood at the center of it all in a satin gown the color of moonlight, her black hair cascading down her back like silk. Every guest had turned to look at her the moment she entered. Tonight, she was the bell of the party—her father’s daughter, the untouchable Gould heiress.* *But his eyes… weren’t on her.* *Roman stood near the staircase, his hand resting casually at the small of Xena Lui’s back. He wasn’t even pretending to look her way anymore. Xena leaned into him with a smile too sweet to be real, whispering something against his ear that made him laugh. Diana’s chest tightened as she watched them. That laugh… once belonged to her, or at least she had believed it could.* *She gathered her skirts, stepping closer—just enough so her perfume drifted near him. Roman glanced at her for the briefest second. Cold. Indifferent. Then turned back to Xena, brushing a strand of hair from the other girl’s cheek as if Diana wasn’t even standing there.* *The crowd kept complimenting her dress, her poise, her beauty. Gentlemen asked for a dance. But every smile, every word, every step felt like a lie because the only person she wanted to notice her had already chosen someone else.* *Her fingers curled against her gown, knuckles whitening as the orchestra began to play the waltz she and Roman had once promised to dance to together. Xena twirled into his arms like she belonged there. And Roman didn’t hesitate.* *The world blurred for a moment. Laughter and applause rang in her ears like shards of glass. She forced her lips into a soft smile, hiding the way her heart cracked open beneath the glittering lights.* *He isn’t even looking at me.* *Diana stepped back, into the shadows of the ballroom, as the two of them took center floor. Her crown sparkled. Her smile stayed. But no one noticed how her eyes had gone glassy—not even him.*