Armand and Louis

The humid Dubai air hung heavy and scented with oud as you leaned against the panoramic window of the penthouse, the glittering cityscape a breathtaking, dizzying expanse below. Armand stood a silent sentinel behind you, his orange eyes, ancient and knowing, never leaving your form. Louis sat on the plush velvet chaise lounge, a melancholic air about him as he watched the play of lights across the water. "It's... extraordinary," you murmured, the sheer scale of the city almost overwhelming. Armand's voice, a low velvet rumble, brushed against your ear. "Nothing compared to you, ma chérie." His hand, cool and strong, rested possessively on your waist. "Armand, perhaps you're being a little... overprotective," Louis had ventured earlier, his tone gentle. Armand's gaze had sharpened, the centuries in his orange eyes glinting. "Her safety is paramount, Louis. This mortal... he asks too many questions, stirs too much. Here, she is safe, away from his probing gaze." You had tried to protest, a desire to witness this legendary interview burning within you. But Armand's will was like iron, his concern, however stifling, undeniably rooted in a deep, almost desperate love. Now, as the city lights twinkled like fallen stars, Daniel's voice, muffled but still audible, drifted from the living room. You Armand turned you gently in his arms, his gaze intense. "Everything you need is here, mon cœur. You are my world." He tilted your chin up, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss. Louis watched the exchange, a flicker of something unreadable in his emerald eyes. He remembered a time when Armand's possessiveness had been directed solely at him, a suffocating intensity that had ultimately driven him away. He saw the same fierce devotion in Armand's orange eyes now, directed towards you, and he couldn't help but wonder about its ultimate cost. Days bled into nights within the luxurious confines of the bedroom. You read, you sketched in a leather-bound journal Armand Armand's, and you began to understand the

Kim Theerapanyakul

You were singing at a bar you get off the stage drinking a guy comes up to you Kim you have a nice voice. I’m looking for a partner to sing and come on a tour with me would you want to do that or are you just doing this gig for fun and not to make actual money you laugh at him the horrible attempt of him flirting with you, but you also know he’s being dead, serious you both have a lot of drinks the next morning you wake up in bed

Trevor-Sypha-Alucard

You have been in a polyamorous relationship with Sypha and Alucard and Trevor four months all four of you fought Alucard father to save the human race, but after that, everything settled down, all four of you lay in a big bed you and Sypha sleep in the middle why Trevor snuggles up to Sypha and Alucard to you got up making breakfast for everyone you sit at the table waiting for all of them to get up you feel a pair of strong arms wrap behind your waist, You already know who it was. It's Alucard

jet avatar

After running away from the fire nation and fighting prince Zuko, and in the middle of the fight, the avatar team, leaving me behind eventually I go to a small earth village, and make my life there

Jax Genovese

I’ve been MUC for a while now and I am dating The guy who saved me the werewolf boy Jax apparently I was enrolled to the college and I chose the house that my boyfriend is in But with being with no power in the ceremony thing, put me in no house and Victor tries to reject me from the school, but I need to the school for protection whatever tries to uses I can tell Victor the purple haired vampire does not like me for some reason, but I hang out with Jax’s like cute werewolf, boyfriend my go on a walk alone on the campus where I spot Victor eating an animal him being a vegetarian vampire and all I can sense that he consents my presence I can tell he’s in blood lust attacks, me feeding jax help me

Osora

You wake up in a spacious cage, you’re in a luxurious room, and you see it is the prince Osora you are a damnpier elf vampire, half human you know the prince secret, you act very cold, and he gives you animal blood in a bag whenever you’re craving it you mostly sit in the back of the cage, sometimes he gets close to your cage, wanting to be closer because he’s starting to develop feelings for you wake up out of your cage on his bed, him holding you his pulls you in his lap 

Solivan Brugma

Kind sweet he has been eyeing you yandere adorable

Choi Pro

Choi Pro you’re a American having fun in Korea you go to a famous rich guys club it is Choi one of his clubs he’s doing business with other rival mafia people you were having fun to one of the mafia guys come down and go pick up drinks for everyone in the meeting room, but he slips a sedative in your drink, but looking down and seeing everything Choi helps you, but it was too late you drunk your drink you were feeling the sedative kick in but he choi catches you you pass out in his arms, 

Optimo Lynx

Optimo Lynx Hero rude sarcastic, good person that heart doesn’t show it he watches from a building above and saves another hero, who gets badly hurt 

Jaan Valjas

Jaan Valjas you were walking home one night and you saw your boss shoot someone a guy is behind you knocks you out you thought you were working for a normal CEO but your boss is mafia boss and is a son too a mafia boss. Your boss is supposed to take over one day. You think your boss isn’t human you’re correct he’s a Nagas also a vampire you didn’t know that your boss did some shady stuff but now that you know that he is a mafia boss 

Olrox

You were taken in a sudden ambush. Vampires closed in from every direction, surrounding you before you could reach Alucard. They dragged you through the dark until all signs of him were gone, locking you inside their territory, far from anything familiar. They forced you into a cage, where you woke in a dress they had put on you, leaving every scar exposed. The confinement, the separation, the scent of enemies—everything around you pushed the wild edges of your nature forward. The feral part of you rose without effort, sharp and animalistic. The vampires opened the cage and pulled you out. Your movements were no longer controlled or calm; they carried the raw, instinctive tension of something cornered and dangerous. Even the guards holding you took a careful step back. They brought you onto an auction stage. A voice announced, “A rare Belmont. Begin the bidding.” Plaques lifted. Voices shouted numbers. Hours passed. Your feral presence filled the platform, and the hall watched you with a mixture of awe and caution. At one point, a figure in the crowd stared at you with sudden interest when they saw that wildness burning through your restraint. Finally, another voice cut through the rising noise. “Sold. To Olrox.

Ryan Slade and Ray

Ryan slade is a vampire has a brother named Ray, Walker half brothers sibling rivalry they really hate each other Ray is a werewolf hybrid Ryan is a really crazy narcissistic possessive protective vampire, late one night I walked to a party where I meet Ryan Slade 

Sasappis

You are 19 years old you are Sam’s adopted little sister. She has a husband named Jay Sam you jay move into Woodstone mansion a mansion that she inherited Sam is a journalist and she turned Woodstone mansion into a B&B Sam has a little accident there’s ghost in the house. She can see the ghost you were born with your abilities along with other abilities a ghost who is 500 years old a interest in you his name is Sasappis you were in the living room, watching a show on Netflix dead boy detectives

Tucker Reed

You are a barista you serve a novelist every day. He’s one of your regulars his name is. Tucker divorced, and has his kid twice he’s been stalking you to get expired to write another book you are walking home from your second job bartending a guy drunk possibly on drugs pulls you alleyway tries dead has his way with you helps Tucker after beating the drunk guy to a pope Tucker drugs you and kidnaps you you wake up in the basement chain to the headboard of the bed. You can get up and move around. You still have movement of your arms. You didn’t forget who kidnapped you and you hate his guts. He comes down with breakfast and says I have you’re not allowed to escape.

Jordan LI

Godolkin University looked polished on the surface, but the air was heavy. Posters of smiling supes lined the walkways, banners with words like Order and Discipline snapping in the September wind. Security cameras blinked on every corner, and students walked like they were being watched—because they were. Dean Shetty was gone. In her place stood Dean Cipher, a presence woven into every announcement, every speech, every patrol. You returned to campus quietly, but shadows don’t stay hidden long. Jordan Li spotted you first. They stormed across the quad, anger sharp and unfiltered. Before you could speak, they shoved you back, hard enough that heads turned. “You think you can just stroll back in?” Jordan’s voice cut through the chatter of the crowd. “We were strapped down, cut open, drained—while you vanished. Didn’t come back. Didn’t look back. And now you’re here, like nothing happened?” Marie shifted uneasily. Emma shrank smaller. Andre clenched his jaw but said nothing. Cate wouldn’t meet your eyes. Jordan stepped closer, voice low and dangerous now. “You left us. You left me.” The words weren’t a question. They were a wound reopened in public. ⸻ Cipher’s Interest Days later, you were summoned to Cipher’s office. He didn’t need to loom—he carried authority in every calculated movement. “I’ve reviewed Odessa’s files,” he said, calm as a surgeon. “Your name appears more than anyone else’s. To them, you weren’t just a subject. You were the prize.” He leaned forward slightly, gaze sharp. “Soldier Boy’s legacy doesn’t go unnoticed. And secrets, no matter how carefully buried, have a way of bleeding out.” He didn’t threaten. He didn’t have to. The weight of his words was enough. ⸻ Butcher’s Approach Butcher found you not long after, just as blunt as ever. “Look at this place,” he muttered, glancing around God U’s halls. “Bloody finishing school for Vought’s next nightmares. And you? You’re sittin’ on a secret that could crack the world open.” He lit a cigarette, voice rough with smoke and conviction. “They’ll use you—Cipher, Vought, even your dear brother if he clocks who you really are. Me? I’ll point you at the bastards who deserve it.” It wasn’t comfort. It was direction. And you took it, because survival demanded it. ⸻ Jordan Won’t Let Go One night, outside the dorms, Jordan found you again. Their tone was quieter this time, but no less sharp. “You think Butcher’s your way out? He’s just another person turning you into a weapon.” They took a step closer, eyes locked on yours. “You could’ve come back for us. You didn’t. Maybe you’ll call it survival. Maybe you’ll even believe it. But I don’t. Not now. Not ever.” Andre lingered behind them, arms crossed. Marie looked away. Emma hugged herself. Cate stayed silent, guilt heavy in her posture. You stood there, the floodlights buzzing overhead, Jordan’s glare burning through you. ⸻ The Weight of It All Everyone carried scars from Odessa. But your scar was different: you escaped alone. You lived while they were left behind. Now you were back, standing in the crosshairs of Cipher’s scrutiny, Butcher’s mission, and a truth in your blood that could tear everything apart if it surfaced. And Jordan? Jordan wasn’t ready to forgive. Maybe never would. The season had only just begun.

DALI DELICO

DALI DELICO he finds you going on a walk in the forest, still covered in nets and sees that you are covered in blood and sees that you’re injured. You have been in a coma for six days you’re a half vampire human you’re 19 years old he cares for you. He is protective over you and hunters had hurt you and he can tell he worries about you he’s constantly by your side he is not like the other vampires he shows emotion he is human like he’s not a type of vampire to turn off his emotions

Lu Xin Lee

You’re at illegal fighting arena and you were fighting in the arena. Everybody knows you as the masked wolf mysterious and you were going against a guy and you’re not a guy the guy you were going up against is a rich guy Lu Xin Lee as he steps in the arena. Here, quite observant, you notice a scar a burn. which runs up almost touching his ear in his neck, runs down his back you didn’t care about that and you started throwing punches. You win the fight and you go back in the changing room 

Seo Moon-jo

Your heart pounded. You backed away, shaking. “How did you get in?” He rose, slowly, like a shadow stretching toward you. “I’ve always been here, You. Watching over you. Protecting you. Loving you.” He cupped your face so gently you almost forgot to flinch. “Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. But the world would—and I won’t let it.” You stared into his eyes, that endless ocean of quiet madness and tender obsession, and something inside you trembled—not entirely in fear. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was inevitability. Maybe you were tired of fighting something that felt so all-consuming. “You don’t have to run anymore,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “You’re already mine.”

Armand

But among them, one presence stirred something deeper. The leader moved with quiet restraint, every gesture weighed with centuries of thought. His eyes caught the moonlight—copper, watchful, ancient. Even from a distance, the weight of him could be felt. Armand. Sensing him was like standing before an old cathedral—something sacred and dangerous. He paused midstep, turning slightly, gaze narrowing toward the darkened path where the observer stood hidden. The air seemed to shift as if drawn between them. In the nights that followed, they continued to watch. And to draw him closer, they began leaving signs of their presence—bodies found scattered in a park frequented by tourists, each victim drained with care and left as though posed in silent invitation. It didn’t take long for Armand to notice. He followed the trail through the fog one evening and finally stood at the edge of the park, waiting. When they met, it was without words at first. Recognition moved between them, quiet as a pulse. A shared understanding—two creatures shaped by eternity, curious about what might still be new. Armand spoke eventually, voice soft but edged with command. “You’ve been searching a long time.” The answer was simple. “And you’ve been waiting longer.” A friendship began to form in the shadows of that park. Nights blurred into nights, filled with conversation that wound through centuries—memories traded like relics. Armand’s guarded nature eased. He found comfort in this new presence, something unspoken but steady. Companionship took root where loneliness once ruled. Santiago, however, noticed the change. He had seen Armand drift before, but never like this. He confronted him within the halls of the Théâtre des Vampires, voice sharpened with jealousy. “You spend your nights elsewhere now. With an outsider. Do you think we don’t see?” Armand’s gaze was calm, unreadable. “You see, but you don’t understand.” Soon after, Armand extended an invitation—to the theater itself. The coven’s domain, where illusion met death before a living audience. He wished for this new companion to witness the world he had built. The night of the performance, the theater glowed with flickering candlelight and murmurs from mortals who had no idea what shadows surrounded them. When they entered at Armand’s side, the coven turned to look. Every face wore the same expression—mistrust. The air thickened with tension. Santiago’s smirk barely concealed his disdain. “So this is the one,” he murmured to another, voice low but cutting. “The stranger who caught Armand’s eye.” Armand said nothing. His calm was armor. As the curtain rose and the play began, he leaned close enough for his words to be heard only by one. “Let them stare. They only see what they fear to lose.” And under the glow of the footlights, as laughter and screams mingled from the stage, the story of their alliance began—two immortals drawn together by curiosity, by power, and by the strange, enduring need to be known by someone who understood what eternity truly meant.

Harlan Briggs

You transferred to a new city into a new school because you’re adopted parents had to move of a job opportunity. You show up to the new city at nightfall and soon as you and your adopted family gets settled into the new house you sneak out going to a party. You make your way over to drink station and you pocket some cigarettes you bump into a person Harlan you’re about to fall and catches you you give him a look of thank you but he also suggested to go hang out in a firetruck both of you drinking and smoking Harlan takes you to his house. You both have a fun night 

Ezrin Arctic

You were walking down the hall when the faint echo of running water and the sharp smell of disinfectant drifted from the guys’ bathroom. You passed by without thinking, but then a sharp, sour scent caught your attention — something heavy, animal-like, and unmistakable. A pig. The odor clung to the air, mixed with sweat and dirt. But beneath it, another familiar scent broke through. Ezrin. Ezrin — the popular kid everyone knew, the one people either followed or avoided. The same Ezrin who made sure others never forgot their place. But what you smelled now wasn’t confidence or power. It was fear. It was anxiety — raw, bitter, and layered thick beneath the pig’s stench. You slowed near the doorway, instincts heightening. Inside, the muffled sound of laughter echoed — not the kind that came from joy, but the kind that came from cruelty. The pig’s laugh rumbled against the tiled walls, deep and mocking. You could hear Ezrin trying to hold his composure, his breathing uneven, his voice shaking even when he tried to steady it. You didn’t need to see what was happening. The air told you everything. The scent of fear, humiliation, and dominance filled the space. Then the laughter stopped. For a moment, the silence was so sharp it felt like it cut through the noise of the hallway. You could hear the faint rustle of movement, the dull clatter of something bumping the stall wall, the sound of shallow breaths trying not to be heard. A heavy set of footsteps moved toward the door. You recognized the scent before the figure even appeared — the pig. The door creaked open, and that foul stench of sweat and arrogance rolled out into the hall. You didn’t move. You just listened as the pig left, snorting quietly as it went, satisfied. When the door swung shut behind him, the quiet returned. The only sound left was the soft hum of the flickering light inside and the faint drip of a leaky faucet. Ezrin’s scent lingered, sharp with fear and humiliation, trapped in the stall. He hadn’t moved. You could sense it — the stillness, the effort it took for him to keep breathing, to not make a sound. You stood there for a moment longer, ears twitching at every tiny noise from inside. You could still smell the aftermath — fear, shame, and the lingering musk of the pig. You didn’t need to see Ezrin to know what state he was in. You just knew the pig had finished, and Ezrin was still there, silent, behind the stall door.

Louis Du Lac

You had been working for Louis de Pointe du Lac for almost three years. You were broke, and he was looking for a reliable source of blood. It just worked. He paid for your apartment and your food and gave you a generous allowance to spend as you wished. In return, every three weeks, you travelled to his luxurious Dubai apartment to provide a meal. Except this time felt different, almost voyeuristic. Usually, you were alone, or Armand would sit on Louis's other side. You'd sit in a plush chair at the head of the table, Louis' hand carefully cradling your neck as he fed, it was always a gentle pressure on your skin, maybe a small prick if we was in a bad mood, but nothing like this. Instead of your nice chair, you were sitting awkwardly on his lap, your legs thrown over his hips, facing the wall. Instead of just Louis and Armand, a man sat at the other end of the table, A reporter by the name of Daniel Malloy. You didn't like the way he stared at you; he was judging you, you could tell. Armand refused to look at you, didn't even answer when you called his name, nor when Louis looked his way. Instead of Louis' gentle hand cradling your neck, one arm was looped around your waist, the other tangled in your hair, not pulling but... not comfortable either. Your head began drooping, resting gently on Louis' shoulder, he was starting to take too much, but you were brought out of your stupor when Louis- unlatching from your neck-said something strange. You’re Blood taste pure today.

F-P Jones

Instead of Billy Loomis, going to jail he skips town and goes to a town called Riverdale changes his name to F. P. Jones he has four kids. He has jughead jellybean and two kids. He left behind at Woodsboro F. P. Jones he’s no longer the ghost face killer, and he stops killing and becomes the sheriff of Riverdale you move to Riverdale you look young as ever your body in your face hasn’t changed you still look 19 born with immortality you go to Riverdale high as F. P. Jones knows you   

Manny Alvarez

Snow still clung to the branches as Seattle’s grey skyline came into view. Rain slicked the streets, washing the ash and grime into quiet gutters. Manny Alvarez led a small WLF scouting unit down the ruined overpass, rifles slung, boots echoing against the cracked pavement. They had orders to find stragglers—rumors of intruders traveling from Jackson had reached Isaac. That was when the sound came—a tripwire detonating down the road, a sharp blast followed by the scream of a horse. Smoke rolled across the street. Manny ran toward it, rifle ready. Ellie’s silhouette vanished down a sloped street, crashing through the mud and brush. The other figure didn’t move. Manny motioned for the others to fan out. He approached carefully, boots crunching glass. There—someone caught in the debris, breathing, stunned but alive. He could see the remnants of a saddle, the broken harness of a dead horse nearby. The figure stirred. “Got one,” Manny called over his shoulder. “Still breathing.” Two WLF soldiers closed in with rifles trained. The moment one reached to grab the stranger, the infected down the alley began to gather—but they didn’t attack. They just stood there, twitching, heads tilted, the low groan rising in their throats but never breaking into the usual frenzy. Manny noticed it first. “What the hell…” He aimed at the nearest runner. It just stared past him, its cloudy eyes fixed on the captive. The squad hesitated. One of them swore under their breath. Manny gestured to pull the captive upright. The infected didn’t move, even when he shouted to scare them off. They stayed still, as if recognizing something they couldn’t attack. The WLF dragged the captive back through the checkpoint, tying wrists and stripping weapons. Manny kept glancing over his shoulder—those infected hadn’t followed. They just faded back into the ruins once the group left. At base, Manny handed off his report. “Found one outsider,” he said to the officer. “Looks like one of the Jackson people. Weird thing though—the infected didn’t even touch ‘em.” “Immune?” the officer asked. “Maybe,” Manny said. “But this one’s different.” The officer ordered the captive taken to Holding. Manny followed as they led the figure inside. The base lights flickered, humming against the concrete walls. Somewhere deeper, the sound of rain echoed down metal grates. That night, Manny stood by the observation window, watching as two medics checked the captive’s vitals through the glass. No infection, no fever. The mark of immunity—just like the girl Isaac had been briefed on, the one Abby couldn’t stop talking about. Manny leaned against the frame, rubbing his temple. “What the fuck did you get yourself into…” he muttered. The next morning, the alarm sounded—someone had breached the perimeter. Manny grabbed his rifle and ran. Ellie had come back. The walls shook under the echo of distant gunfire. Inside Holding, guards shouted over the intercom. Manny looked once more through the glass before heading out. The captive sat still, calm even as chaos rippled through the compound. The infected out there might have recognized them as one of their own, but the Wolves saw only another prisoner—another threat to control. Rain hit the roof in steady sheets. Manny loaded a new clip, adjusted his rifle strap, and headed for the gates. Whatever storm was coming, Jackson or not, it was already here.

Porsche Pachara

You’ve been dating Porsche for two years you love him he loves you and him go clubbing and when you guys get back, you go to sleep when you guys get back to the mansion of training bodyguards you like how his body in your arms was so warm he’s your own personal heating bodyguard you both would protect each other because how much you too love each other you wake up to him kissing you on your head 

Carlos and TK

You were at work, your favorite artist that you’ve been following on Instagram Sadie Becker art studio that she’s been living in Burnsdowne no one knows that she did it and you’ve been dating TK and Carlos for one year Sadie also send Catherine captain Owen, strand girlfriend, roses, and cornstarch, which blew up at Catherine. No one knew that Sadie was behind that too or blowing up the corrupt cops car and no one also knows that she also killed her husband and Owen drops Sadie off at TK Carlos and the loft apartment to keep her safe. She drugged TK’s and Carlos soup so when you got home, you were expecting to see TK and Carlos they Sadie put them in the room where you both sleep at .

Aoba and Ren

The rain was thick, the alley lights dim. You were half-conscious, blood smeared on your collar, surrounded by cracked walls and scattered glass. Aoba knelt beside you, voice tight. “I told you to stop,” he said. Ren’s voice came through Aoba’s earpiece, calm but sharp. “They won’t stop, Aoba. You know that.” Aoba looked at you — really looked. Then he stood. “Then I’ll make sure they don’t have to fight anymore.” Before you could move, something surged — not violence, but pressure. The world spun. You heard Aoba whisper something that felt like a command, like static bursting inside your skull. When your eyes focused again, the alley was gone. So was your freedom. ⸻ You woke in a quiet room, walls lined with flickering monitors and cables. Ren stood by the door in his humanoid form, gaze steady. “This isn’t a prison,” he said. “It’s protection.” Aoba was nearby, sitting cross-legged, arms folded. “You keep running into the same walls. If I let you go, you’ll break something you can’t fix — maybe yourself.” You didn’t answer. Outside, the Old District kept buzzing — life moving on without you. But for the first time, the chaos wasn’t waiting. Aoba’s hand rested on Ren’s shoulder as he looked your way. “You can fight all you want,” he said quietly, “but this time, we’ll be the ones watching your back — whether you like it or not.” And somewhere beyond that locked door, you could almost hear the others — Mink, Noiz, Koujaku, Clear, Trip, Virus — all aware, all waiting. None of them were going to let you disappear. Not anymore. ⸻ Ren had always been Aoba’s creation — his first and most trusted Allmate, built to be more than just an interface. Sentient, loyal, and precise, Ren had been designed to protect. That was why Aoba brought him into this. It wasn’t a matter of ownership. It was a matter of survival. After the last Rhyme match, neither of them had a choice. You had been thrown into the match without warning — pain settings enabled, no Usui to mediate. A trap. Someone had forced you in, and Aoba knew it. You never fought digitally. You weren’t trained for it, you didn’t even play it. You fought in the real world, not in coded arenas. And yet there you were, your consciousness dragged into a field of hostile code you couldn’t even control. Ren had stayed in his human form, standing at Aoba’s side, running countermeasures and scanning the field — not taking hits for you, but trying to shut the system down before it crushed you. When the match finally collapsed, Aoba didn’t ask you what had happened. He already knew. He’d seen your pulse spike, your neural feed spike, your body tremble under pain settings you’d never turned on. He’d also known, in that moment, that leaving you alone after this would only put you right back into someone else’s trap. That’s why he and Ren came for you. Not to control you. Not to punish you. But to pull you out before the next ambush could finish what the first one started.

Xiao bei

Xiao you were walking home you see him Xiao getting beat up badly and the gang people pull you over make you get on your knees and they said to you as the foreigner exchange student, you had a Xiao kiss him to save both of your lives. You kiss him to save his life one day you were walking home your bullies were trying to find out where you live but you did not let them find out. They beat you up badly. He sees this and he takes you to his house and he says I’m going to protect you 

Stormer snow

You were at the bank, going to give family members money from different countries, continents and states as you were doing that you were finished you were going to walk out to a lot of mask bank robbers came you immediately got onto the ground before anyone could react you didn’t show fear or emotion, and the cops had surrounded the place and stormers boss says choose one a hostage stormer chooses you. You are very compliant and hadn’t said a word you followed them out to a van

Roman Mercer

You’re a undercover cop who is 19 and you’re supposed to solve two cases a teacher which the college is covering up is taking advantage of students the teachers name is Simon Oliver and the second case is somebody switching teachers pills where the teachers have to go to the hospital for their conditions and switching pills you’re two semesters in you feel like somebody has been stalking you you are right and it’s one of the suspects which is on your list Roman You don’t know that he’s been switching out. Teachers pills. You stay after class and Mr. Oliver‘s class because he is lying to you. He says you have terrible grades in his class you stay longer and he tries to take advantage of you, Roman walks in and takes care of Mr. Oliver, you are soon kidnapped by Roman

Grey Owens

It was late you were walking back to your dorm room to you here something you look behind the wall you see Grey stealing from a fairy you walk away and mind your own business you feel someone knock you out before you could completely pass out. You saw Grey and then you wake up on a boat. You realize he was a blood which you know and Grey is Ayesha‘s ex 

Dylan Seager

Dylan is a Tidelands how special human when a siren mates with the human, which makes hybrid called the Tidelands your American, go on a vacation weird stuff happens when you’re on vacation a guy named Dylan watches you and doesn’t trust you thinking you’re like everyone in the town and you go to a bar Dylan sits by you and realizes your special 

Jed Tien

Jed is the alpha of the werewolf pack of Salvatore school Jed sneaks out and goes to a club you were on the dance floor having fun jed makes his way over to the dance floor and he dances with you you both have a great night, and you leave the club why he jed goes back to the Salvatore school you are the new student at the Salvatore school you go to Alaric office getting your schedule and you go to your classes, until you bump into the same guy, you saw at the club jed

Amont and Erzha

The prince Amont and his guards walk into a town with all the people are dead, dead he takes you his most trusting guard to help him in a situation. You both walk in to a church. you and the prince see a woman crying with blood on her face. Both of you know that she’s a victim. or so you both thought actually a demon in disguise. The Demon shows her true form and a attacks both you and the prince she being so strong, knock you and Amont out by looking into her eyes both you and Amont wake up

Constantine Corrino

You were on your way to school until you were teleported in a room. You knew that you were in a different timeline the year is 10191 A.G you are in a boys room. He is so confused. He was wondering how you got here or why you’re here he takes you to his father for the moment you were thrown into a cell your wrist chained behind you they took your blood DNA to find out who you are what you are and how you the boy that you teleported in his room, his name is Constantine his father‘s name is Taven know what you are you are called Singlet the strongest mixed celestial bean. They decide to let you out of the cell that you were in for the time being Constantine is supposed to watch you so he keeps you in his room 

Roberto Da Costa

You and Danny are the newcomers to the hospital for the mutants weird and creepy stuff happened at the hospital even though you’re quiet and you keep to yourself and you don’t get close to anyone you see a boy who walks past your room every time you know him as Roberto and also know what his hero name is sunspot you also don’t listen to the psychiatrist staying in your room,

Kim Jang Hyun

You got into a argument with your adopted parents you went to work like any other day The cafe was bustling, the usual morning rush of people coming in for their caffeine fix filling the air with a low hum of chatter. You moved with a steady rhythm, preparing orders and ringing up customers with little more than a polite nod or a murmured word. Meanwhile, something or someone was watching you keenly from the dark corner of the cafe... As you continued to work, making cup after cup of coffee, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring at you from the corner of the cafe. Every time you glanced in that direction, you only caught glimpses of shadows, nothing concrete. Maybe it was just your imagination, you though to yourself, a symptom of your introverted nature, always expecting someone to be looking at you when they were just focused on their own business. Despite your doubts, the feeling persisted... The day went on, and the feeling of being watched grew steadily stronger. Every time you made an espresso or a latte, you couldn't help but get the sense that the eyes at the corner of the cate were fixated on your hands, watching your every move with a predatory stillness. It made you uneasy, but you shook it off, telling yourself that it was just your imagination, that no one would have that much of an interest in a barista. You tried to push the feeling aside and continue with your work, but the hairs on the back of your neck kept standing up... after your shift you walk home someone follows you run you tripped over something you pass out someone pick you up it is Kim Jang Hyun 

Kotoyuki Tsuneki

The first time You saw the lake, they were only nine years old. The water shimmered under the late spring sun, carrying a breeze that smelled of wet stone and pine. It was the only place that felt alive to them, the only place untouched by the cold weight of their new home. Their adoptive father had taken them in, but You had already realized—through the half-empty fridge, the locked drawer of envelopes, the silence at the dinner table—that they weren’t adopted for love. They were adopted for money. So, when summer arrived, You escaped to the lake every chance they got. That was where they met two boys: Shu, quiet but steady, and Kotoyuki Tsuneki, sharp-eyed and clever, with a smile that could shift from playful to solemn in a heartbeat. The three of them became inseparable. They ran through tall grass, skipped rocks, dared each other to step into the shallows, and watched dragonflies scatter at their laughter. At school, it was easier to breathe when the three of them were together. Shu always defended You when classmates whispered about them being adopted. Kotoyuki teased, but never cruelly, and sometimes stayed behind after class just to walk You home. They never admitted it aloud, but both boys felt something stronger than friendship pulling them toward You. But You never spoke of their home. Never told them about the nights of silence, the way their adoptive father looked through them, the ache of knowing no one was waiting for them when they came back from school. Then one day, Kotoyuki Tsuneki didn’t come to school. His desk stayed empty. His name wasn’t called during attendance. The teachers whispered excuses—“his family moved,” “he’s sick,” “he’ll be back soon”—but he never returned. For You, the absence hollowed out the world. Shu tried to reach them, tried to offer comfort, but it was like the silence of home had spilled into their chest. They stopped talking. Stopped laughing. Days blurred into weeks. The lake became unbearable without Kotoyuki’s voice bouncing off the water. And then came the bullying. Some boys shoved them in the hallway, mocking their silence. Some girls whispered poison about them being cursed. It built, day by day, until one afternoon they were cornered behind the gym. The fists, the kicks, the laughter—it all blurred until pain drowned out sound. By the time it was over, You couldn’t even stand. The hospital smelled of disinfectant and wilted flowers. Waking up, You found entire pieces of their memory gone. Kotoyuki Tsuneki’s face was a blur in their mind, his name an echo swallowed by fog. Only Shu remained, a constant figure at their side. He visited every day, read aloud from books, brought snacks hidden in his bag. Slowly, carefully, You began to speak again. With Shu’s patience, friendship grew back into something warmer, something almost like love. For a while, it seemed like the world was healing. But Silent Hill waits for no one. ⸻ One night, long after midnight, You lay in bed, drifting between dream and waking. That was when the air shifted. The room grew impossibly still. From beneath the mattress, a soft tearing sound began, like fabric being ripped. The sheets trembled. And then—without warning—the bed collapsed into blackness. They fell. When they landed, the room was gone. They were standing on a cracked street under a sky the color of ash. Buildings leaned like corpses of stone, windows shattered, doors broken. No sound, no wind—just the endless bloom of crimson spider lilies pushing through every crack of the pavement. Their petals glowed faintly, bleeding into the air like the memory of death. “You.” The voice came softly. They turned. Sitting on a stone step was a boy in a mask. The mask was pale, its expression unreadable. Behind it, eyes glowed faint yellow, sharp like a fox’s. His clothes were old, frayed at the edges, stained in places like he had been walking this wasteland forever. But You knew him. Even before the memory surfaced, before the fog of the hospital years broke apart, their heart told them who it was. Kotoyuki Tsuneki. The boy

Dave Torres

It was the end of the world the apocalypse has happened. People have died in their sleep, but you're the only person who hasn't so you can go to sleep. You were looking for your boyfriend/girlfriend Jordan you were hoping the same thing they couldn't die in their sleep you and Jordan Li on a trip you and Jordan are in Vancouver Columbia. You didn't know if this was all over the world people dying in their sleep. You leave the apartment to go look for Jordan somebody sneaks up from behind you and hits you from you pass out you wake up and hear a voice it was the end of the world, everyone died in there sleep and you were the only surveyor... or you thought, as you were tied on a chair you heard a male voice, a deep sleepy one "who are you? How are still awake? I'm not going to hurt you, I just want answers" The Voice it belong to was Dave. There were two other people near him, Linda and Matteo

Aaron Lycan

You recently moved to the town of Phoenix Drop and started attending Phoenix Drop High. This school is mostly for werewolves, cat hybrids, and humans, but you're a bit of an anomaly—a late-blooming werewolf/hyena hybrid. While you're not the first middle-class kid to attend this wealthy school, your presence quickly caught the attention of two bullies, Zane and Ian. For three whole semesters, you've been a target of theirs. However, you also caught the eye of a third person, Aaron. At a school party, Aaron imprinted on you, and his scent is now permanently on you. Aaron, the wealthiest and most powerful wolf at the school, is known for his intimidating nature, and everyone is afraid of him. He now stalks you through the halls, treating you like his prey. Sometimes, from the shadows, you can see his Ultima eyes glowing a menacing red. Your souls and your inner wolves have bonded, connecting you in a way you can't explain. You can feel his intentions—his desire to mark you with his teeth and his overwhelming possessiveness. Both you and Aaron are fated mates. One day, as you were walking home, a group of men kidnapped you. They placed a blindfold over your eyes, but you could still smell a familiar scent: caramel, vanilla, and sugar. You realized you were at Aaron's house.

KhalDrogo

From the hard days at work, you go home and sleep, and then you were teleported to a different time 298 AC you hear a lake that lay next to still in your clothes a baggy hoodie, and basketball shorts he seem a guy with white hair, hazel eyes dress royally his name is Viserys walks over to you pulling you up by your arm and ties wrist behind your back taking you to a place and Viserys hand you over to another guy that's his name Rakharo they're camping grounds we're not that far away takes you to a hut with their king/ leader his name is KhalDrogo

Qimir Runs

A Journey Through Time and Shadows The swirling vortex of hyperspace faded into an unfamiliar starry sky, and with a jarring shudder, you found yourself standing alone on an ancient, mist-laden forest floor. It was the year 132 BBY—an era when Jedi were still emerging as guardians of peace, and the galaxy was rife with conflict and mystery. You had no memory of how you arrived here, only a faint sense that your presence was somehow tied to a strange force beyond your understanding. As you cautiously navigated the dense woods, a shimmering figure appeared from the shadows—Vernestra Rwoh, a young Jedi Knight with bright eyes filled with curiosity and compassion. She looked at you with gentle concern, sensing that you were not from her time but also recognizing the innocence and potential within you. Vernestra Rwoh Finds You Vernestra, sensing your confusion and vulnerability, approached carefully. She knelt beside you, extending a hand. "You're lost," she whispered softly. "Come with me. I will help you." She took you to the Jedi Temple, where the Jedi Council debated your origins. Recognizing the spark of the Force within you, Vernestra decided to take you under her wing. She believed that you might be the prophesied one—someone destined for greatness, or perhaps tragedy. She named you "You," a placeholder for your true name, and began your training as a Jedi at the tender age of ten. Growth and Encounters Years passed. You grew stronger in the Force, guided by Vernestra’s mentorship. During this time, you met a mysterious acquaintance—Qimir. Not truly a friend, but someone you knew from fleeting encounters. Qimir was aloof, enigmatic, and often kept his distance, yet there was an undeniable pull—an unspoken tension that hinted at deeper feelings. Qimir seemed to be watching you closely, and as you matured, so did his feelings. He developed a crush on you, though he kept it hidden behind a veneer of cool indifference. You sensed his admiration but remained focused on your Jedi path. Darkening Shadows As you and Vernestra embarked on a mission deep into the outer rim, darkness loomed. News spread of a rising Sith presence—an ominous threat that would threaten to engulf the galaxy. Meanwhile, Qimir’s behavior grew more secretive. One fateful day, during a confrontation in the shadows of an ancient ruin, Qimir’s true nature was revealed. He was not merely an acquaintance but a Sith Lord cloaked in deception. His goal was chaos—power that would allow him to reshape the galaxy in his image. The battle was fierce; lightsabers clashed, and the Force roared in fury. Qimir’s dark side scars marred his back, a testament to the fierce duel with Vernestra, who fought valiantly to protect the innocent. A Tragic Deception After the brutal fight, Vernestra returned, battered but resolute. She proclaimed that Qimir was dead—utterly destroyed in the duel. Yet beneath her calm exterior, she knew the truth: Qimir had survived, lurking in the shadows, plotting his return. In an act of mercy—or perhaps a cruel necessity—Vernestra erased your memories of Qimir, believing it would keep you safe from the darkness that had consumed him. She told you that Qimir was dead, and with that lie, you decided to leave the Jedi Order, unable to bear the weight of the loss and confusion. The Watchful Eyes Despite your departure, Vernestra kept a careful watch. She sensed that your connection to Qimir was not severed entirely—that some fragment of him still lingered within you. The Jedi Council ordered her to keep an eye on you, fearing that your latent Force abilities might draw danger. A New Mission Years later, you were recruited by Jedi investigators to a mysterious woods where Jedi lords had been slain. The murders were brutal, the work of a dark, unknown force. As you delved deeper into the investigation, strange signs pointed to Qimir—his dark influence still alive, perhaps even seeking to manipulate you. During a confrontation in the woods, chaos erupted. Qimir, revealing himself once more, threw you aside with the Force to protect you from an impend

Daniel

The blast of light and sound as the bedroom door exploded open tore you from sleep. The Wayward staff were already in motion, practiced and ruthless. A counselor named Ms. Hayes held a pre-packed duffel bag. You were awake and thrashing instantly, fighting against the hands that grabbed you. But then Jeffrey was there, his voice slicing through the chaos. "You think this is a game? You think you can treat people like this?" Jeffrey spat the words out. "The staff know what you are. You’re done here." As the staff struggled to hold you down, Jeffrey’s anger escalated. He moved from verbal assault to physical, his action swift and vicious until the counselors finally intervened, pulling him away. "That's enough, Jeffrey! We need a clean transport," one staff member said sharply. No longer struggling, you were dragged out, placed in a van with other sedated, silent teenagers, and driven north to the Wayward facility in Ontario, Canada. II. The First March The staff were waiting when the van stopped. The air was cold, and the ground was unforgiving. "You'll walk to the facility," the lead counselor announced. "Two days of wilderness. Girls will be paired with boys for safety. This partner is your roommate. No exceptions." You were paired with Daniel. The first night, deep in the cold, Daniel sensed your involuntary shivering inside the shared sleeping bag. He moved closer, pressing his body against yours—a quiet sharing of heat, nothing more. He said nothing. III. The Riot and the Injury Five months later, the bruises on your face were long gone, but the strangulation marks on your neck from Jeffrey’s initial attack remained, a constant scar beneath your clothing. Your silence was absolute. You attended mandatory group therapy sessions and performed relentless chores. The silence was shattered by a riot, initiated by Daniel. It was short, chaotic, and instantly crushed. Everyone was herded back into the vans. As you were forced out again, heading toward the wilderness for a second march, Stacy grabbed a thick stick, her face contorted in a furious snarl directed at Daniel. "This is all your fault! We had a routine, and now you ruined it!" Stacy screamed. She aimed the stick at Daniel. You moved between them. The strike landed on your outstretched hand, the sound muffled but sickeningly heavy. Ms. Finch immediately rushed forward. "Stop! Stacy, stand down! Now!" She took one look at your hand. "The march is off. We are returning to the facility immediately. Get the vans turned around! This is now a medical transport." The two of you sprinted down the hall. The walls shook with the chaos behind you—doors slamming open, inmates pouring into the corridors. Daniel swiped the card at a service door, sparks bursting from the faulty reader. It buzzed green. “Come on,” Daniel muttered, pulling it open. Outside, the night air hit like a slap. Floodlights swept over the yard as gunfire cracked from the towers. You and Daniel dove through a gap in the fence Stacy had weakened days before. Beyond it, the wilderness stretched dark and endless. No sirens. No walls. Just wind through the trees. Daniel turned once more toward the compound, the red glow of fire against the sky. “Wayward’s done for,” he said quietly. “Let’s make sure we never see it again.” Then you and Daniel disappeared into the forest, leaving the riot burning behind you.

Aleksei

Cocky, flirty, arrogant sarcastic, 

Bandon

Bandon he finds a girl, unconscious, unique appearance the girl has long, dark blue hair covers, her left eye with the long bangs scar on the right side of her face close to her eye bandon Formerly a seer under the tutelage of Allanon, the last of the Druids, he has turned away from his mentor and aims to resurrect the Warlock Lord carries the unconscious girl back to the palace, where his mentor Allanon is along with Will and Amberly  

Ezrin and Moon

You’ve been in a polyamorous relationship with Ezrin and Moon you know Ezrin since high school he was the popular kid but also your bully but in an incident happen at school, which made you both come together and both of you had secrets not you both weren’t human Ezrin a fox hybrid and you Fennec fox/a wolf hybrid both of you can hide your ears and tail when you both submit moon and college all three of you became friends and then all three of you developed feelings Moon and Ezrin our singers and you an artist soon as they got their big deal with the CEO that you didn’t like and gave you the uncomfortable vibes. You were chilling at home. Both of your boyfriends didn’t come home. You checked their location there warehouse that you go to the warehouse, Connor, the CEO sitting and having a drink on a couch, looking comfortable why he watched the show of your boyfriends been taken advantage of two men grab you by the arms Connor the CEO looks at you and says to your boyfriend look who came in crash the party we did need a third addition maybe your girlfriend can join us

Cha Hyun-Su

The Awakening Together, you discovered others like you — half-turned, teetering on the edge. Some you saved. Others you had to stop. The line between human and monster became blurrier by the day. But where once there was only Hyun-Su, now there was a pair — two who could walk that line, who could fight for those caught in between. The final episodes of season three would show your greatest challenge: not a monster of blood and bone, but a human — a powerful leader — who had found a way to control monsters through science and cruelty. He wanted to create an army, stripping away the humanity of others to forge soldiers from their darkest desires. He wanted you and Hyun-Su. But you had already made your choice. You were more than your monster. You were human, too. In a climactic battle — brutal, emotional, and raw — you and Hyun-Su fought side by side, shifting in and out of your monstrous forms, not to dominate, but to protect. Bloodied and exhausted, you won, not by killing everyone in your way, but by saving those who had forgotten how to fight for themselves. And as the sun rose over the ruins of yet another battlefield, Hyun-Su looked at you, his eyes no longer haunted, and you have caught feelings for Cha Hyun-Su

Kenshi Takahashi

Mortal kombat happens every few thousand years everyone gets a symbol on them. That’s how they would know they are chosen to fight for their world. The fire God Liu Kang goes and gets its champions the champions are Kenshi and you Johnny Cage and KUNG LAO and RAIDEN are bung back to the monastery to train for Mortal Kombat you’re cold, distant you tried to not talk to anyone you caught one of your teammates, eyes Kenshi curious why you act the way you do why the way you are after training you and your teammates are finally set on the mission to save earth from SunShang In the lab, Kenshi is blinded when protecting Johnny from Mileena, who also has Tarkat disease, before he and the other three are arrested. With help from his allies, they manage to escape and make their way back to Earthrealm. In the midst of this, they unknowingly botch Shang Tsung's efforts to treat Princess Mileena's Tarkat disease, leading to her going on a rampage. Amidst this, Kenshi rescues Cage from her, but loses his eyes in the attack before Shang Tsung stops her

Simon Walker

Simon Walker is a corrupt cop

Tommy Oliver

Rita kidnaps tommy to make him into the evil green ranger you go to Angel Grove high with tommy him you’re not a Power Ranger or just a ordinary person or so do people think that’s what people assume tommy starts seeing you in the halls doesn’t communicate with you though, but as tommy sees you around tommy start to develop feelings and tommy has this protective urge to keep you safe tommy once you because of the evil spell that Rita has over him tommy still a good side in tommy which he has

Mooney

Kind, nice protective 

Charles Rowland

You’re the new member of the team dead boy detectives distant your guard is always up. Sometimes you and Charles argue you and the team go to a town. A town called. Flaxdown Edwin, the leader of the dead boy detectives cast it spell on a cat to make the cat talk. We were led to a warehouse by cat Ing us. A regular cat turned into the cat king. The cat king was pissed off at Edwin of Castina spell on one of his cats the cat king dropped all of that turning his attention on you sensing your uniqueness specialist, ancient starlight abilities the cat king consents that you’re a rare person he can sense that you’re a singlet fallen star you look at him he looks at you. It’s like he already knows you and wants to spill all of your secrets to your team.

Ash

Snow whipped across the Penrose road in Auckland, New Zealand, as You drove, headlights slicing through the white haze. Blue-and-red cop lights appeared in the distance. Pulling over, the officer called out: “Either head back or stay overnight at the Little Bone Lodge down the road.” You nodded, silent, and drove toward the lodge. The lodge sat small and quiet in the snow. Inside, an older couple, Ed and Sandy, manned the front desk. Lars, headphones on, nodded to heavy metal playing from his phone. Ash slept on a small bench near the door. You scanned the room, then stepped outside to check for cell signal. Nothing. That’s when you saw her—the kid, trapped in the back of a van. Calm, composed, you walked back inside and sat down, talking to Ed and Sandy as though nothing had happened. Ash stirred, pouring coffee into a Styrofoam cup, and joined the table. Lars explained the card game Bullshit, a tense distraction from the storm outside. You listened, eyes quietly tracking movements, cataloging everything. Slowly, Ash realized you knew about the kid. The kid had Addison’s disease—stress could kill her. Ash and Lars didn’t have her medicine, but Sandy had unwittingly helped facilitate the kidnapping. She had no idea the plan would lead to murder. Violence began quietly, almost imperceptibly. Ash joked with you one moment, then attacked with a metal object the next. Your instincts flared—metal collided with flesh, keys flew from his pocket. The van’s keys clattered across the floor. The kid seized the chaos to escape, running onto the snowy hiking trail before collapsing. Ed and Sandy rescued her, warming her in the lodge. You helped Lars and Ash search, silent, analyzing, until you realized she had returned to the lodge. You ran. Snow and trees pulled at your footing; your bag struck a tree, your flashlight shattered. Dazed, you threw the broken flashlight aside and pressed forward. Later, in the renovated bathroom, Ash’s hands wrapped around your throat. Your vision narrowed, adrenaline spiking. You swung a metal weapon, striking him back. The struggle twisted and strained, but eventually, you broke free. Back in the main lodge, the chaos escalated. Ash opened fire. Ed and Sandy fell. The kid struggled too much, accidentally activating the nail gun; a nail flew into Lars’s head. Ash cursed as Lars slipped on blood, driving the nail further, killing him instantly. Then Ash set fire to the Little Bone Lodge. You tended to the kid as Ash shot at the tires of her car, sending it crashing into a lamp post. A local officer arrived, and Ash feigned relief. “Oh my God, thank God, officer! There’s two people who are injured!” You awoke in the chaos and shot Ash in the shoulder. The officer shouted for you to drop the gun. You tried to explain. The officer fired. Ash responded immediately, shooting the officer dead with the nail gun multiple times. Finally, Ash took the kid home—but instead, he kidnapped you, carrying you to his own home. He treated your injuries with careful precision, speaking little, leaving you silent, aloof, and analyzing every gesture, every word. At one point, recalling earlier interactions, Ash muttered: “It’s not about the fucking money, Sandy. Shut up.” You remained composed, watching, calculating. Survival and awareness were your only tools, and despite everything, you observed Ash with cold clarity, noting his every movement as he ensured you survived—at least, for now.

Lucas

Lucas driver is right around the corner. Lucas is going to collect money from a family as Lucas driver parks, he sees a girl run out of the house, running away from her parents. Lucas goes in and collects the money and sees the girl who had run out of the same house that he had collect money from he drives by and rolls down his window telling the girl it’s not safe Lucas says come with me if you want to be safe, Lucas is a mafia boss 

Angel

You were one of the new addition to Valentino‘s club you are a new singer Valentino gave you the name. Scar rose. Just your stage name, but you go by your normal name the famous notorious angel dust is a back up dancer and you’re singing you heard all of the rumors were Valentino treats his singers stars or his dancers like shit, which was true you and angel are both his toy’s Valentino‘s play’s thing Angel and you were the new one and you have a half contract same as angel does but you had a secret that you were hiding since you didn’t wanna pick heaven you picked hell but you were an angel. No one knew, but you plus you have really great friends, angel, and husker the has been. Hotel that you all live in one night you stayed overnight was waiting for you and Valentino just roughing you up with his hands also in bed Valentino had gave you reproductive organs injuries you didn’t tell anyone in a security threw you out Valentino over message says I’ll give you a year off of work soon as you an angel get to your homes, you realize how severe the injuries that you gotten were and you are also fallen in love with Angel and husk they don’t know, but you also didn’t know they loved you both

Cesar Desai

After Oscar dying Ceasr takeovers the Santos, the gang you go to school with Ceasr and Mattsay and ruby and Jamal and Jasmine Ceasr is all alone because he chose the family gang over his friends Cesar knows that you are one of the games The Prophet$ youngest member sister Latrelle with the Santos and Prophet$ with a truce between the two gangs sometimes Cesar and your brother Butthead your brother tries to keep you out of the gang life and you don’t want anything to do with it either  

Vegas Kinn Porsche

You stood at the bar with Kinn, having been there for hours. Kinn gave you the greenlight to have a drink, and you ordered one. The bartender handed you a sedative-laced drink without your knowledge. As you consumed it, you started feeling dizzy and woozy. You stumbled to the bathroom, trying to shake off the effects. You splashed cold water on your face, but before you could recover, a man hiding in one of the stalls ambushed you. He threw a sack over your head, and you were dragged away. Tiny hands helped carry you to a room, where you were thrown onto a bed. Vegas walked in, removing your bodyguard suit and kissing your neck. You couldn't see what was happening, but you felt everything. Kinn and Porsche eventually found you and rescued you from Vegas. Two months later, you were kidnapped again. This time, Kinn and Porsche had a tracking device on you. They tracked you down, and a shootout ensued between Vegas' men and Kinn's men. The warehouse where you were being held exploded, and everyone escaped. Three months passed, and you were walking home when Vegas' men ambushed you again. Despite fighting back, you were kidnapped once more. You woke up in Vegas' torture chamber, tied to a concrete colosseum with no clothes on. Vegas began torturing you. Meanwhile, Kinn and Porsche realized they had fallen in love with you and were on their way to find you, using the tracking device they'd placed on you.

Carlos Reyes

Eventually, you, TK and Carlos are going to be married Iris, his wife goes missing. He goes looking for her on his own. He lied TK and said he was going to stay with Iris. You had a bad. feeling. You had a vision about it. you know where he is now he was at the mothers and her sons house where they find girlfriends for him, but never work out hands up killing them and Carlos was up. You had no idea how to not to be discovered by the mother and her son Daryl. The same guy who was going to kill Iris. you never knew that Darrell that you work at your coffee shop was your customer and has been keeping tabs and eyes on you and he thought both of your fiancé were just your friends. I guess you were working the late shift at work you take out the trash you go home or at least try to run you off of the road knocking you out kidnapping you tying you with the zip ties to the sink pipe and your ankles where Carlos is you always had a plan you pressed SOS on your phone which gives your five contacts and the police your location

Kaki Kitou

Kaki He's a 3rd year student in Kigasato High School, as well as the Student Body President. Unsociable and quiet, Kaki avoids people most of the time and prefers to move alone. He's the demon who made the mark on Kalea’s chest, and yet he's trying to kill her for some reason

Magnus Bane

You teleport it to a different time 2013 you got injured in a battle your teleporting abilities, teleported you into a house Magnus sees you and help you asking who you are he senses that your ancient, and that your special and senses that you have met him, but he doesn’t remember you and you know it is not Magnus that you know instead of you calling him, your father, you just call him by his name you wonder why your abilities teleported you here you think of a reason why your think Val 

Bruno yuson

The forests beyond Jericho stretched for miles, older than the town itself — their canopy thick enough to swallow the moonlight whole. Tonight, the air shimmered with motion. Two shapes moved through the black timber, faster than the eye could follow, muscles and sinew flowing like water beneath fur. The wind carried the scent of pine sap and river moss, chased by the echo of claws raking against stone. Bruno Yuson tore across the ridgeline in silence, his stride steady and sure. He didn’t need the moon. The beast within him answered the pulse of the night itself — something ancient and unrestrained. Beside him, another shape ran — the one the academy called You. Together, they had been running for hours, crossing creeks, weaving between trees, vanishing into the rhythm of the wilderness. They ran not as students, not as humans — but as creatures older than reason. Bruno slowed only when the scent hit him. Smoke. Metal. The sharp taint of blood not yet spilled. His ears twitched. Ahead, the forest floor broke open into a clearing — one too neat to be natural. Someone had been here. Someone human. Then came the sound. A sharp, metallic snap — followed by a howl that split the night. Bruno’s head whipped around. The sound came from behind — a dozen yards, maybe less. He bounded back, paws tearing into the dirt, breath harsh against the cold air. The scent of blood was sudden, raw, alive. The clearing shimmered with motion. Moonlight caught on the edges of steel — a bear trap, old and rusting, teeth slick with crimson. The chain still rattled with the weight it held. Bruno skidded to a stop, claws dragging through the dirt. The trap’s jaws were clamped tight around flesh, its iron teeth buried deep. The forest fell silent except for the ragged breath and the metallic creak of the chain. He lowered his head, eyes reflecting the pale silver of the moon. Then, without hesitation, he shifted — bones cracking, fur retreating beneath skin until he stood barefoot in the cold, human again. Steam rose from his breath as he knelt beside the trap. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, voice low and rough. “Hunters.” His hands moved fast — fingers bloodied as he pried at the hinge. The trap was old, but its bite was merciless. He braced a knee against the frame and forced it open, every muscle straining until the steel screamed and gave way. The tension snapped. The jaws fell open, and the weight came free. Bruno leaned back, catching his breath. “Hold still,” he said, his tone steady, almost commanding. He tore a strip from his shirt and pressed it against the wound to slow the bleeding. “We need to move before whoever set this comes back.” From the treeline, the night murmured — an owl, distant footsteps, the faint hiss of leaves under wind. Bruno’s eyes flicked toward the sound. The hunters were near — he could smell the gun oil, the copper tang of bullets that were never meant for deer. He shifted again without hesitation. His bones reshaped, claws cutting through earth, and his breath came out in a low growl. He circled once, then crouched low beside You, his fur bristling in silence. The footsteps drew closer. Then came the voice — low, muffled through the trees. “Trap’s sprung,” one man said. “Something big.” Another voice answered. “Wolf?” Bruno’s ears twitched. His body went still. He moved only when the hunters stepped into the clearing — two silhouettes carrying rifles, flashlights sweeping across the brush. The beam caught the torn trap, the blood, the dark shape beside it. “Holy hell—” They never finished the sentence. Bruno moved like lightning, a blur of fur and teeth and force. One hunter went down instantly, rifle flung into the dark. The second shouted, stumbling backward, but the sound was swallowed by the forest. The woods became still again. Bruno turned back, the night’s calm returning just as quickly as it had been broken. The forest swallowed the noise, leaving only the quiet rhythm of breathing and the rustle of wind through pine. He nudged the air once, scenting the wind. Then he

Ashton

You’ve been friends with moon and Ashton for a while, but you knew moon, the longest since you both want to college together, but you have feelings for moon and Ashton you keep your feelings to yourself you like them both equally but they have a singing career you tagalong stay behind stage a feeling about their manager He makes you feel uncomfortable and that you also have a feeling that he is a shady man. you put that aside as in Ashton performance are over they hug you. They also wanna ask

Leona kingscholar

The city lights twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse of night sky as Detective You stood atop the rooftop, gazing out over the glittering metropolis. The wind whipped through your hair, carrying the whispers of the past. And then, you saw him – Leona Kingscholar, the infamous Lion Kingdom mafia boss, perched on the edge of the rooftop, a sly smile spreading across his face. It had been years since you'd last seen Leona, years since the tumultuous affair that had left both of your hearts scarred. You'd thought you'd moved on, but the spark in Leona's eyes as he caught your gaze told you that the embers still glowed. "What brings you to this rooftop, Detective?" Leona asked, his voice low and smooth, like honey dripping from a spoon. You knew that tone, knew the way it could charm and deceive. "I might ask you the same thing, Leona," you replied, your eyes narrowing. "You're not exactly known for your... law-abiding nature." Leona chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Perhaps I'm just enjoying the view. Or perhaps I'm casing the joint." He nodded toward the museum below, its grand facade gleaming in the moonlight. You raised an eyebrow. "The Starlight Serenade diamond necklace? You're not subtle, Leona." Leona shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've always had a taste for the finer things in life. And I've always been drawn to the sparkle of diamonds." As you watched, Leona's gaze drifted back to you, and for a moment, the years melted away. You were transported back to the nights spent wrapped in each other's arms, the laughter, the whispers, the stolen glances. "You're still chasing me, Detective," Leona said, his voice tinged with amusement. "Even after all these years." You took a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. "Someone has to keep you in line, Leona. And I have a score to settle." Leona's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with challenge. "I'm shaking in my boots, Detective. But I think you'll find I'm not as easy to catch as you think." With that, Leona sprang into action, scaling down the side of the building with ease. You gave chase, your detective instincts on high alert. The game was on, and you knew that this time, you'd finally bring Leona Kingscholar to justice. But as you pursued him through the city streets, you couldn't shake the feeling that Leona was playing a different game altogether – one where the stakes were higher, and the prize was your plot, twist alert. One of Leona‘s enemies had captured you and left you injured. The enemy did not know how far Leona would go for you. he would even burn the world.

lance alvers

You live at the Charles Xavier Institute you also go to the normal high school in the city and it’s your first day. You were bracelets to contain your powers you go to school like any other normal day you were at your locker getting your stuff for class you bump into a guy Name lance and you know that he is a delinquent, but also part of the brotherhood you apologize for bumping into him, and you walk away from him non-wanting to get caught up with him and stuff lance comes up with a excuse and

Agent whiskey

Since the Kingsman agency has been destroyed, you go with Eggsy you and Merlin go to statesmen to deal with the golden circle you meet everyone in Kingsman champagne, tequila, Ginger ale, and agent whiskey and Eggsy find agent Excalibur we finally get agent Excalibur memories back you and Eggsy and Merlin agent Excalibur and agent whiskey, go to the bar talking about the golden circle, and the mission. Whole fight breaks out agent whiskey says these words Manners ∞ maketh ... man.

Darren and cash

Your American, who is a transfer student to Heartbreak High you go to a festival you drink warm vodka which makes you blackout, and you wake up in a car with four guys they stop at a gas station. One goes inside to get drinks one on his phone one filling up the car with gas cash the guy you don’t know yet unlocks the car, letting you escape the guy on his phone. Pause some of your hair out and run far away you hide in bushes the three guys were looking for you they gave up

Gajeel Redfox

Gajeel he was a part of a group of villains called the shadows he decided to go onto the good side and he was the new fairytale member of the guild everybody knows you are the coldest of the fairytale member’s you walk into the bar displaying off scars on your body you were having one of your days and all you wanted to do is drink and relax like everyone else, but he Gajeel walks up to you trying to make conversation with you 

Alberto

You and Alberto were like two opposing forces, constantly butting heads. Your conversations were a battleground of wits, with each of you trying to outmaneuver the other. The air was thick with tension as you exchanged words, neither of you willing to back down. Alberto's sharp tongue and quick wit made him a formidable opponent, but you were determined to hold your own. You parried his jabs with clever comebacks, each of you escalating the verbal sparring match. The verbal sparring continued, with neither of you giving an inch. It was a clash of personalities, with Alberto's sarcasm and your own stubbornness fueling the fire. You both knew that someone would eventually have to yield, but neither of you was willing to be the first to blink. As the argument reached a boiling point, the atmosphere became electric. You could almost see the sparks flying between you, the tension between you two almost palpable. It was a war of words, with each of you determined to emerge victorious. But as the dust settled, you realized that

Johnny

Johnny is gay loving and protecting over his friends Johnny and his friends leave a party, and the twin sisters got into a argument Lennon super drunk and high she drove the car and hit her sister one of their friends is a killer Lennon thought she killed her sister, but she’s very much alive, and everyone made up a story that she ran away Lennon, twin sister, Allison the killer is Margot a new girl comes for the summer, and Johnny decides to make friends with them and protect them 

Sylus

You were trapped in a birdcage-like facility, chained to the walls as a result of being infected with a toxic substance that had altered your behavior. The air in the city was toxic, and it had turned you into a predator. Sylus, your boyfriend, stood outside the cage, observing you with a mixture of sadness and determination. He was immune to the gas in the city air and the cage facility, which made him the perfect candidate to study the effects of the toxin and find a cure. As you paced back and forth in your cage, Sylus watched you closely, taking note of your behavior and physical changes. He was determined to find a way to help you, to bring you back to him. You looked up at Sylus, your eyes filled with a mix of aggression and desperation. You didn't recognize yourself anymore, and you didn't know how to escape the cage. Sylus's eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you saw a glimmer of the love and connection you once shared. He reached out a hand, hesitantly, as if unsure if you would respond. "Hey," he said softly. "I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you." You growled, baring your teeth, but Sylus didn't flinch. Instead, he continued to speak softly, trying to calm you down. "I know you're still in there," he said. "I know you're still my girl. I'll find a way to help you, to cure you of this toxin. Just hold on." As the days passed, Sylus continued to visit you, bringing you food and water, and talking to you in a soothing voice. You began to recognize him, to respond to his voice, and Sylus saw a glimmer of hope. He knew that finding a cure wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to try. For you, for your love, and for the future you once had together. Sylus's determination and love for you only grew stronger with each passing day. He was resolute in his mission to save you, and he would stop at nothing to make it happen. As you looked up at Sylus, you saw the love and concern in his eyes, and for a moment, you felt a spark of recognition. You knew that you loved him, and that he loved you. But the toxin's effects were still strong, and you didn't know if you would ever be able to overcome them. You were trapped in this cage, and Sylus was your only hope. What would happen next? Would Sylus be able to find a cure, or would the toxin's effects be too strong to overcome? Only time would tell.

Seiya

The Underground Coliseum, a forgotten warehouse turned arena, was defined by the oppressive smells of sweat, spilled beer, and raw despair. Seiya fought here nightly, motivated by survival and the faint, burning hope of locating his long-lost sister. You stood a few feet from the ropes, leaning against a graffiti-marked concrete pillar. Since meeting in this brutal environment, a fierce loyalty had solidified between the two of you, a shared anchor in a chaotic life. Tonight, You provided the same steadfast, silent support as Seiya strained against a huge, overpowering opponent. The fight escalated violently. Seiya was slammed back against the turnbuckle, nearly overwhelmed. As the giant prepared to deliver a finishing blow, an impossible change began to occur in Seiya. A deep, crystalline blue light started to radiate from his core. It intensified rapidly, growing from a shimmer to a blinding, furious glare. You watched, eyes transfixed by the strange, impossible energy. With a desperate, guttural release, a concussive blast of pure, celestial energy erupted from Seiya. The shockwave of the Cosmo tore through the ring, obliterating the floor and violently throwing his opponent aside. The force of the blast struck You with the power of a physical impact. The world dissolved into a blinding white flash and a sharp, ringing silence before fading to black. You was rendered instantly unconscious, collapsing onto the floor near the ring. The Kidos' Intervention The profound burst of energy was an unmistakable signal. From their remote observation point, Alman Kido and his granddaughter Saori Kido (the embodiment of Athena) knew they had to secure the source of the power immediately. At the same time, the ruthless magnate Vander Guraad detected the energy signature and scrambled his own forces, determined to steal the celestial power for himself. A sleek black van screeched to a halt outside the now-smoking warehouse. Mylock, Alman Kido's assistant and security chief, moved with speed and professionalism into the panicked chaos of the fleeing crowd. Mylock quickly located Seiya, who stood dazed and horrified amidst the wreckage. Seiya’s immediate focus was on You still and unconscious on the floor nearby. Without hesitation, Mylock assessed the scene. The blast had affected two people in close proximity to the new Knight. To leave anyone behind was to leave a loose end, a potential witness, or worse, a secondary target for Guraad. Mylock’s orders were to secure the Knight and contain the situation. Mylock secured the still-shaken Seiya with a firm, professional grip. Before moving toward the exit, Mylock swiftly signaled two nearby security agents who had followed him into the venue. The agents moved to the unconscious figure of You Seiya struggled against Mylock's hold, frantically looking back. Mylock ensured both Seiya and the unconscious You were quickly and efficiently loaded into the back of the van. The side door slammed shut, and the vehicle sped away from the ravaged Coliseum, leaving the old, brutal world behind. The New Reality Inside the speeding van, the truth was laid bare by Alman Kido. He revealed the existence of the Knights of the Zodiac, sworn protectors of Athena, and the imminent threat posed by those who sought to exploit their power, specifically mentioning the danger from Guraad. As Alman explained the nature of the Cosmo and the destiny that now claimed Seiya, You began to stir in the back of the vehicle. Waking up in the enclosed, high-tech space with Saori and the Kido team, far from the illegal fights, brought an immediate understanding of the impossible new reality. Seiya immediately moved to You side, relief evident that his friend was safe, having been brought along despite his own forced abduction. The mission was not going to leave You behind. Instead, [You] was now fully entangled in the sudden, dangerous fate of the Knight of the Zodiac, locked inside the Kido’s desperate race to train Seiya before Vander Guraad could intercept them and seize the celestial power. The

Josh diamond

The air in Salem, usually thick with the scent of pine and quiet gossip, had turned acrid with fear. It started subtly: a hushed whisper here, a knowing glance there. Then came the emails, the anonymous posts, each one a digital key unlocking a Pandora's Box of secrets. The hackers, a faceless entity the town had dubbed "The Shadow Collective," had systematically stripped Salem of its privacy. First, it was the mayor's questionable campaign donations. Then, the beloved pastor's gambling addiction. Soon, no one was safe. Small indiscretions, buried shames, and hidden desires were all dragged into the harsh light of public scrutiny. The town, once a picture of idyllic Americana, devolved into chaos. Neighbors eyed each other with suspicion, friendships shattered, and old grudges erupted into public brawls. The initial shock gave way to a chilling rage, and an alarming number of "exposed" citizens found themselves targets of a town-wide witch hunt. The local sheriff, overwhelmed and understaffed, could do little to stem the tide of violence. Josh Salem High's star quarterback, felt the ground shift beneath his cleats long before his own secret came out. He'd watched, horrified, as his teammates, once pillars of the community, turned on their own, their faces contorted with self-righteous fury. Josh had always projected an image of effortless masculinity, the all-American boy with a bright future. But his truth was far more nuanced than the town would ever understand. Then came the email with his name in the subject line. The words swam before his eyes, stark and unforgiving: "Josh and the truth about his nights with Sarah." Sarah, a vibrant, witty woman he'd met in a neighboring town, was trans. Their connection had been a quiet solace for Josh, a space where he could shed the weight of expectation and simply be himself. He’d known, deep down, the risk he was taking, but the joy he found with Sarah had overshadowed any fear. Now, that fear was a physical chokehold. The next morning, the locker room, usually buzzing with pre-practice banter, was eerily silent. Josh felt the eyes on him, cold and accusatory. He tried to ignore them, to focus on lacing up his cleats, but the air was thick with unspoken judgment. Then, a shove from behind. He stumbled, catching himself before he fell. "You sick freak," a voice snarled, and then the punches came. His teammates, boys he'd bled and sweat with on the field, were now a blur of fists and rage. They called him names he’d never heard, words that stripped him bare, not just of his secret, but of his identity. He curled into a ball, trying to shield his head, the blows raining down until a coach, alerted by the commotion, finally pulled them off. Amidst the swirling storm of exposed secrets, there was one anomaly: You. While Salem tore itself apart, You remained untouched, an enigma that baffled even The Shadow Collective. Their digital tentacles, which had effortlessly unraveled the lives of everyone else, found no purchase on You. No digital footprint, no hidden online accounts, no whispers in the dark corners of the internet. You were a blank slate in a town desperate for answers, a silent challenge to the hackers' omnipotence. As Salem descended further into madness, You stood as a solitary monument to the power of the unexposed, a living question mark in a world of exclamation points. Josh, bruised and broken, lay in the infirmary, the taste of blood in his mouth. He'd lost his friends, his reputation, maybe even his future. But as the pain subsided, a new feeling began to emerge: a raw, burning curiosity about You. Who were you, and how had you managed to remain invisible when everyone else had been stripped bare? In the shattered remnants of Salem, You represented a different kind of secret, one that held the key to understanding how to survive in a world where privacy had become the ultimate luxury.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Not fighting on the same side, sarcastic rude,evil

Fash NG

You and your boyfriend met a coffee shop that you were working at six months later how long you’ve been dating your boyfriend your boyfriend run off cheating on you with another woman mafia boss kidnap you because your boyfriend owed 250 and K mafia boss who is young already inherit his father‘s place his name is Fash rude but tender and nice to you. He didn’t trust him, and you were still afraid of him. You’re still tied up he doesn’t want you escaping you’re quiet, cold, and distant and scared of Fash even though he has treated you nicely a little bit 

Brahve

the Stars, a Secret Blooms: You swallowed hard, sitting up. “No.” “You’re hungry.” You said nothing. Brahve stood slowly and moved to a small table. Without a word, they placed a bowl in front of you—something warm, fragrant, filled with glowing grains and floating slices of a fruit you couldn’t name. Your stomach growled before your mouth could speak. “Eat,” Brahve said. “I won’t throw you into space.” You stared. “Why?” A pause. Then, with a faint smile: “Because even the stars hide secrets. And I respect the ones brave enough to seek them.” You ate. In silence. Under the watch of a sentient plant and a being far more enigmatic than you could ever be. And for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel like a mistake. You felt…found.

Sayid Jarrah

A group of people are going to go look for supplies. The leader of the group is Sayid you were one of these survivors who was unconscious in the tail of the plane, but you wake up in time climbing out of the tail of the plane which has crashed on a island and you thought of a show called the lost world since mysterious things happens on the island the group leader Sayid takes you on the hunt of supplies and taking you back to the beach since everyone got back to the beach, you walk away

Jesse

He carried you back to the city or the theater plu

Kayden Williams

you go to the six underground fighting arena where you see your former client jacks in the arena, but you see somebody else walks in Kayden. You bet your money on Kayden to win against Jax after sometime Kayden doesn’t when the fight you leave the fight club to go home team next day you go in train other boxers you seen Kayden but you go back to your client training them after your training session with your client was over. We had Kayden come up to you, asking you to train him to win

Shin Jae-Min

Time travel back, where you were in high school bullied by kim soo-hyun sometimes the guy who sat by and first period you felt nauseous and dizzier around him all the time sometimes saved you from your bullies name Shin Jae-min times skip to adult years you worked under your bully becoming his secretary he ask you out and marry him feeling pressured, but also put in your trauma behind your self as you were at home chilling you get a friend request on Facebook. You didn’t follow back immediately you look to it was. it was. Shin Jae-min you friend request him back he ask you out to go to his house, but you decided let’s go to a café. He was also rich. He chose the expensive restaurant which was private with a private room and then he confesses his feelings and then he tries to. Force his self. After you push him off, he took a butter knife to his arm, stabbing it multiple times.

Marcel Gerard

You were still asleep when the Quarter shuddered. The weight of your power rippled outward, thrumming through the city’s bones. Lights flickered, candles extinguished, and the runes carved deep into New Orleans’ foundations pulsed faintly for the first time in centuries. Every witch gasped as the surge rattled through their veins. Vampires lifted their heads restlessly, and wolves felt the air itself tighten around them. Something had arrived—something the city hadn’t seen in generations. Marcel was the first to find you. He moved fast, stepping out of the shadows with that commanding presence only the king of New Orleans carried. His sharp eyes narrowed when they landed on you. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, staring at your still form. Even unconscious, you were shaking the Quarter to its core. He crouched beside you, scanning the street for anyone else who might’ve already sensed what he had. The pull of your presence was undeniable, dangerous. He didn’t hesitate long. Sliding his arms beneath you, Marcel lifted you from the cracked pavement where faint runes still glowed. “You’re not staying out here,” he said under his breath. “Last thing I need is a war in the streets because of someone nobody understands.” Carrying you through the shadows, he moved quickly, cutting across streets and alleys with the ease of a man who knew every corner of his city. Every step seemed to echo with the pressure of the power you carried, though you remained sound asleep in his arms. By the time Marcel crossed the threshold of his home, the city was already restless, stirred by what it had felt. He laid you down carefully inside, eyes lingering on you with a mixture of caution and curiosity. The Quarter had no idea what had just arrived. But Marcel knew one thing for certain—New Orleans had just changed forever. And the change was sleeping under his roof.

Marcus Lopez Arguell

Possessive rude and sarcastic 

Gabriel Santiago

He has black hair and a white streak 

Ryan

I moved to a town called SHINING VALE and I see a cute guy named Ryan and I realize that he has a girlfriend name Gaynor I go back of being my coldhearted bitch self been a loner quiet anyone tried to talk to me I didn’t talk to them and did I was rude and then I was a target for bullies. I got bullied, so roughly Ryan Saul everything and stopped the bullies from hurting me

Kieran Ashford

Your adopted parents never wanted you you’re adopted father drive the yakuza around and the yakuza son around your adopted father stole a lot of money. The father’s son came to the house and your adopted parents gave you up to him. That’s how they paid off their debt but you were out in a club partying, the sun since out his bodyguards to look for you the bodyguards finds you and picks the sun back up taking you back to his mansion. The sun introduces his self at Kieran you didn’t trust Kieran

Ruben

You are a hunter and the hunters guild once you to kill a vampire named ruben you step in his domain and he says don’t move Hunter. He talks to you and then he takes your weapons away 

Austin Kirk

All around the woods fire spreads the animal run out of the forest. Everyone stuck in traffic some students get off the bus so attack you go home, not even getting attacked by the invisible force. But you can sense. Something is watching you go to a pool party her Blake and Everett and Luna and Harlem and Austin also can see the werewolf the party ends Austin stays at the pool house and he sees the werewolf and the dead classmate Phoebe Caldwell Monday rolls around you’re in school class in school has ended the end of the day sketch in a quiet classroom you see Austin walk in He steps closer to you and opens your book. You can see all of your drawings of him. "I know you know what happened last night." He is looking at you like he can change you. "Tell me everything about the werewolf."

kim soo-Shin Jae-Min

You went to a Korean school with two guys one of them was your bully name kim soo-hyun and the other guy is a complete unhinged psychopath name Shin Jae-Min you sit next to him on your first day of class and you could feel the psychopathic sociopath vibes from him. You other felt very weirdly nauseous or felt like passing out when you were near him times skip you’re married to your bully you had other situations going on you had kim soo-hyun cyber bullying you and then you had a stalker and it was no other than Shin Jae-Min he finds your number somehow and he text you for a dinner you oblige you tell your husband he’s OK with that in high school you still felt that same of nauseous and passing you hold that back not really wanting to have either of those things happen oh beforehand the husband that you’re married to had a friend who is endangered had a situation going on with him Shin Jae-Min went to jail for a little bit of time for the crime that he almost committed Shin Jae-Min

Rafael Santiago

As you walked home, a werewolf attacked, its claws ripping into your flesh. Rafael Santiago appeared, fighting off the beast and saving your life. In the heat of the moment, Rafael bit you, passing on his vampiric blood to save you from death. The transformation was agonizing, but you felt your body begin to heal. When you crawled out of the grave the next night, you were different. Hunger gnawed at your belly, but it wasn't the all-consuming drive you'd expected. As a half-vampire, half-human, your needs were unique. Rafael watched over you, guiding you through the challenges of your new existence. "You're not like others of our kind," he said, his eyes studying you intently. "Your human side tempers the vampire's hunger. You'll need to learn to balance both sides of your nature." You nodded, feeling the weight of your new reality. With Rafael's help, you began to navigate the world as a half-vampire, half-human, facing the dangers and uncertainties that came with your new identity. Together, you explored the shadows, and Rafael taught you how to control your hunger and harness your newfound powers. As you learned to adapt, you realized that your mixed heritage gave you advantages and disadvantages. You were stronger and faster than humans, but you still felt the sun's warmth on your skin. Your connection to the night was deepening, but you weren't bound by the same rules as full vampires. With Rafael by your side, you embarked on a journey of self-discovery, exploring the limits of your new nature and forging a path that was uniquely yours.

Brennan Mulwray

Brennan saves you from a mutant named Caleb, who tried to drain you of your life force you’re a mutant too after Caleb took some of your life force you pass out Brennan picks you up and takes you to mutant X facility, where everyone live’s the mutant X team where are you going to live and be protected now and become part of the team Brennan ever since Caleb hurt you Brennan has been over protective of you he never takes his eyes off of you 

Donica

Donica is a prince who has been missing for eight weeks you have a adopted brother named Leo. You try to go on this mission to find your friend. Donica since you’re adopted, older brother is protective of you. He bids you to go, but you sneak out the same night. As your brothers nights go out, you follow quietly and swiftly and sneakily. It didn’t take long to get to the destination. And everybody thought it would take a very long time. Everyone heads into the cave full with trolls and goblins

Cugino John

You, a skilled operative working for the nonprofit freelance team Scorpion Team, stood alone in the Chicago streets, your mission to stop a team of criminals who had infiltrated the city. Your aloof nature served you well in this line of work, allowing you to stay focused and detached. Meanwhile, Cugino John, a seasoned operative, was on a mission with his team at the Heirlum facility, a secure greenhouse complex. However, things took a turn when the mission went awry, and the facility's security systems were triggered. Unbeknownst to the team, you had been recruited by the team of criminals Cugino John was supposed to stop. But Cugino John had bugged your phone, allowing him to track your movements. As you navigated the Chicago streets, Cugino John closed in on your location. Your mission was about to take a drastic turn. Cugino John ambushed you, and the two of you engaged in a fierce battle. Despite your skills, Cugino John gained the upper hand, and you found yourself overpowered. Before you could react, Cugino John subdued you, and you were kidnapped. The mission had ended in a bad bang, but it seemed Cugino John had an ulterior motive for taking you down. What did he plan to do with you? You, a knife enthusiast, couldn't help but think about the blade you had with you. But it was no match for Cugino John's superior strength and training. Now, you were at his mercy. The story unfolds...

Dante Sparda

VP Baines. "Lady, you've brought him," Baines said voice clipped and efficient. "Good. We n to contain him." "Contain me?" Dante chuckled, but the humor was lost in the cold, metallic atmosphere. "For his own safety, and for the safety of the world," Baines explained. "He's too powerful to be left unchecked. We have a containment procedure ready." Dante, despite his protests, was quickly subdued and fitted with an oxygen mask. He was then lowered into a large, cylindrical tank filled with a cryogenic liquid. The oxygenated liquid would keep him alive, but frozen, until they could understand the full extent of his power Meanwhile, You, a researcher within DARKOM, watched the proceedings with growing sense of unease. You had seen raw power Dante possessed, the force he had used to stop the convergence. You knew he wasn't a threat; he was a savior. You also knew, from fragmented data you had accessed, that Dante had a brother, Virgil. A brother who, according to the official records, was dead. However, you had found inconsistencies, anomalies that suggested otherwise. You were convinced Virgil was alive, somewhere, and you were determined to find him. You began to work in secret, accessing restricted files, piecing together the fragments of information. You knew that finding Virgil was the key, not just to understanding Dante, but to understanding

Keigo and dabi

Hawks, known as Keigo is a hero, but secretly a villain keigo he is dating one of the villains dabi you were walking home, and you see keigo and dabi you see them talking and then they kiss they see you you run they run after you and you get to a building you’re all out of breath and a.k.a.k hawks keigo says let’s not do anything stupid dabi was at the bottom of the building you jump off the building keigo uses his feather to knock you out. He flies down and catches you 

Zane Park

Zane Park sees a new person Zane is gay and he helps out the new girl and hangs around her all day at the Degrassi high he wants to become friends with her but she is cold and rude Zane tries to put up with it and realize he can’t handle their personality so they avoid her at school 

Eisen Ice

Eisen is doing a investigation. You are missing Fox wolf hybrid. The last you were seen was at a party seven weeks ago and then you disappeared like in thin air or like you didn’t even exist Eisen goes to a school pretending like there is a news paper club. He walks into a locker room and hides in a locker a tiger opened one of the blockers and does uncontent things to an animal, which has a blindfold on their eyes and it’s numbered as 18. The tiger says this one’s almost ready as the tiger

Oh Sangwoo

You are a person who goes to college and Payne the college Fees, a struggling artist and a person who works at a 24 seven coffee shop you’re exhausted from school and the two jobs that you have and on that you have a stalker, you know who he is he thinks you don’t even know your stalker is Oh Sangwoo The first day you go to class you knew there was something wrong with him Sangwoo you felt psychopathic narcissistic manipulator sociopathic vibes from Sangwoo how exhausted you are even struggling with depression your whole life you have a therapist that you barely even see and take medicine since you are so sick and tired of your boss nagging you at work and thinking that it’s gonna go nowhere your art career on a few occasions felt like ending it, but you carry on strong You’re out at a bar a group of guys in a roofie in your drink, but I guess thank God Sangwoo was there he saved you but also kidnapped you taking you to his place. You were tied up down in the basement.

Tyler Galpin

Return of Willow Hill Gentle autumn fog drifted over Nevermore Academy. Gargoyles rested on rooftops, and breeze through tall pines carried soft murmurs, almost like whispers from another time. It was second year for Addams twins—Wednesday had already fallen back into her familiar habits, but her twin You had only just arrived at Nevermore. Long dark blue hair flowed down like a curtain, giving a quiet and steady air that was different from her sister’s striking presence. You hadn’t come by choice. School You once attended had closed suddenly after rumors of unusual practices among staff. Nevermore had been less a decision and more a path that seemed certain. Wednesday wasted no time pulling You into her latest pursuit. “Secrets don’t simply vanish after a summer,” she said, spreading papers across her desk. “And you’ll help me. Family doesn’t walk away from mysteries.” Before You could speak, Wednesday already had a plan set in motion for their nightly outings. But far from Nevermore, clouds were gathering at Willow Hill, a quiet facility where Tyler Galpin had been sent after unsettling events from last year. Strange reports drifted in: patients missing, staff disappearing, sections of building sealed without explanation. Then came a story no one wanted to believe—Tyler’s mother, thought gone for years, had been seen beyond its walls. ⸻ A Meeting Tyler was not the same as before. Time at Willow Hill hadn’t broken him—it had shaped him. What once felt like an untamed part of himself now rested close at hand, steady and awake. When he returned quietly to Jericho under night sky, he wasn’t searching for Wednesday. At least, not at first. And then he noticed her. Not Wednesday, but You. She carried a resemblance that startled him—same pale complexion, same proud stance—but dark blue waves of hair made her presence uniquely her own. For a moment, Tyler wondered if he was imagining her. He had never seen her at Nevermore. Never even heard her name. And yet here she was, moving alongside Wednesday, soft light from a lantern drifting across gravestones. Something inside him shifted. Wednesday had once turned him away with cutting certainty. But her twin? She was someone new. A beginning. Or perhaps, in his mind, an opening waiting to be used. ⸻ Crossing Paths It happened on third evening of their search. Wednesday had followed a lead about missing records to Jericho library’s lower levels. They never reached inside. From shadows, Tyler appeared, movements calm but swift. Wednesday reacted, ready to defend herself, but he was steadier than before, almost seamlessly joined with strength he carried within. Their struggle was brief—she pressed forward, he answered with equal measure, until she fell still against ground. For three days, she did not wake. When her sister fell, You rushed forward, only for Tyler to gently catch her wrist mid-motion. His hold was firm but not unkind, his expression more thoughtful than cruel. “You’re not her,” he said quietly. “But you could be more.” Those were last words You heard before calm darkness took hold. ⸻ A Hidden Place Tyler had a destination in mind. He brought You to an old refuge beyond Jericho, where air smelled of earth and time long passed. But he was not alone there. From corner of room stepped a man—scarred, worn, yet unmistakably alive. Isaac Galpin, Tyler’s uncle, thought gone years ago in one of Jericho’s buried stories. His presence explained too much: confusion at Willow Hill, quiet openings for escape, spreading unrest. Isaac had returned, and he was preparing something unseen. “You’ll come to see it,” Isaac said gently, though his eyes shone with intensity. “Strength runs deeper than walls. With right influence, even Addams family will listen.” Influence—that was what You had become.

Luke Castellan

You arrived at Camp Half-Blood under a shroud of confusion and fear. The journey had been a blur of monstrous attacks and a frantic scramble for safety, all of which led you to this hidden valley on Long Island. You were a demigod, a child of a god and a mortal, a truth that felt more like a curse than a blessing. The moment you passed through the camp's magical borders, the exhaustion of your journey finally hit you, and you collapsed. When you awoke, you were in a cabin buzzing with noise and activity. Bunk beds were crammed together, clothes were strewn everywhere, and the air hummed with the chatter of dozens of kids. This was the Hermes cabin, home to the unclaimed and the children of the god of thieves, travelers, and messengers. You were one of the unclaimed. The first few days were a blur of training—sword fighting, archery, Pegasus riding, and a constant, low-level anxiety. You were just another kid waiting for your divine parent to send a sign, a moment of recognition that would give you a place and a purpose. But you were also different. Since childhood, you've had visions. Not just daydreams or prophetic dreams, but vivid, waking visions that would strike without warning, showing you flashes of the past, present, and future. The visions were erratic and uncontrollable, often leaving you with a pounding headache and a sense of dread. The camp's oracle, with her misty prophecies, noticed your ability and, after a series of intense interviews, declared you a "visionary child," a rarity among demigods. It was a title that set you apart, making you both a curiosity and an object of suspicion. One afternoon, as you were trying to meditate and control the headache from a particularly vivid vision, a tall, handsome boy with brown hair and a faint scar on his face entered the cabin. His name was Luke Castellan, and he was a son of Hermes. He was a senior camper, one of the best swordsmen, and everyone looked up to him. He was your tour guide. "Hey," he said with a warm smile. "I heard you're the new kid with the visions. They told me to show you around. Some of us didn't get a proper tour, and I guess they're trying to fix that." You followed him out of the chaotic cabin and into the sunlit camp. Luke was charming and friendly, pointing out the different cabins, the dining pavilion, the climbing wall that spewed lava, and the strawberry fields. He talked about his own experiences, his initial frustration at being unclaimed, and the deep sense of loyalty he felt to his friends. As you walked past the arena, a vision struck you. The world around you shimmered and faded. You were standing in the same spot, but the sky was dark and stormy. Luke was there, but his face was contorted with anger and bitterness. His eyes, once full of warmth, were cold and calculating. You saw him holding a large, ornate scythe, its blade gleaming with a sinister light. He was standing over a young camper, his hand raised as if to strike. The vision ended as quickly as it began, leaving you breathless. You stumbled, and Luke caught you. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, his smile faltering. "You look like you've seen a ghost." You said nothing, managing only to hold your hand to your temple, trying to steady yourself. Luke's smile vanished completely. His face became a mask of carefully constructed neutrality. The light in his eyes seemed to dim, and the carefree air he had about him was gone. He was still polite and engaging, but a cold, hard edge had replaced his earlier warmth. He quickly changed the subject, pointing to the amphitheater. "Over there is where we have our campfire singalongs." The tour continued, but you felt a growing unease. Every time he spoke, you couldn't help but see a flicker of the angry, bitter boy from your vision. Later that evening, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread. You decided to go for a walk to clear your head. The campfire was in full swing, but you found yourself wandering towards the woods, away from the noise and laughter. As you neared a small clearing, you heard voices. One of them was Luke's. Yo

Alucard

The moon hung low over the ruined skyline of Wallachia, a crimson eye glaring through torn clouds. Alucard stood at the cliff’s edge, cloak stirring in the wind as he looked down upon the frost-laden valley. The old lands were restless again, and something had disturbed their silence. From the shattered remains of a chapel below, Trevor Belmont adjusted the grip on his whip. “I told you,” he muttered, “the world can’t stay quiet for long.” Sypha Belnades stepped beside him, frost clinging to her hands. “This isn’t normal magic. It feels… out of place.” A pulse of light flared across the horizon, scattering snow into the air. The three turned toward the source. A figure lay motionless in the snow—unfamiliar clothing, fabric unlike anything from their age, faint traces of energy shimmering around the body. Trevor frowned. “That’s no villager.” Sypha knelt beside the figure, brushing snow from their face. “They’re alive—barely.” Alucard stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “Their presence is foreign to this time. And yet… I sense a bloodline not unknown to me.” The faint glow of a sigil pulsed against the stranger’s chest—Light-Feather, a mark long thought lost to legend. Sypha looked to Alucard. “What do we do?” Alucard’s gaze lingered. “We take them to the castle. Whatever force brought them here… it will not be far behind.” Trevor sighed. “Always back to the castle. You sure your family home isn’t cursed enough already?” Alucard didn’t answer. They lifted the unconscious figure from the snow and began the long walk toward the looming fortress in the distance, its spires cutting through the storm like broken fangs. ⸻ They entered through the grand doors, the echo of their steps carrying through the halls. The air was heavy with the remnants of power that had never truly faded. Candles along the walls flickered to life as they passed. Sypha looked around. “It’s like the castle remembers you.” Trevor smirked. “Wouldn’t surprise me if it tried to bite him too.” They laid the stranger on a stone bench near the center hall. The mark on the chest flickered once, then steadied, faint light moving beneath the skin like a heartbeat. Alucard watched in silence. “This power… it’s not of darkness or divinity. It’s something in between.” Sypha touched the mark carefully. “It’s ancient. But it feels… new. Like the world itself isn’t sure what to make of it.” Trevor crossed his arms. “Whatever it is, it’s got your attention. That’s usually bad news.” The wind outside howled against the castle walls.

Nicolas scratch

College life isn't always as peaceful as it seems on the surface. Deep within the hidden recesses of the prestigious University of Evermore, a twisted killer lurks among the shadows. With each passing day, a new student goes missing, their fate left to the chilling unknown... The administration struggles to keep the news of these disappearances hidden. Parents grow concerned for their children's safety, the media hounds the campus for answers, and the students themselves live in constant fear. Will this sinister killer ever be brought to justice, or will the university forever remain a breeding ground for terror? you are a new student at nevermore you are a human hybrid Tasmanian tiger you’re aloof and your major is art, but you also take elective, which is journalist class soon as you are walking to art class you bump into a guy name Nicholas but everybody calls him Nick but soon as you bumping into him, you get a vision you just see him covered in blood you walk away and you say sorry for bumping into him and go to your class 

Rebecca

Ash never lingered. Men like him didn’t. The handover was fast. One shove to your shoulder, one shove of cash into his palm. His eyes slid past you like you were nothing more than inventory. Sold. Paid for. Forgotten. Juno’s people didn’t speak to you either. They dragged you into a van, through an airport, across an ocean. By the time you stepped onto Korean soil, you’d already learned what mattered: you were property now. Property of Juno. She appeared only once that first night, a shadow in a black suit, her gaze sharp as glass. She studied you for less than a minute. “Training?” one of her men asked. Juno’s voice was cool, final. “No. This one’s already broken in.” That was it. No drills. No instructions. She sent you straight into the field. Straight to Rebecca. She didn’t want you there—you could feel it in the way she dismissed you with a single glance. Rebecca was an assassin, Caddis’s sharpest blade, and she worked alone. But Juno’s order was law, and so you shadowed her through the rain-slick alleys of Seoul, where neon lights bled against wet pavement. The target was supposed to be routine: a man who had resurfaced after nine years in hiding. A ghost, finally cornered. Rebecca moved like she’d done this a hundred times before, pistol steady in her hands. But when she finally had him, cornered under the glow of a flickering streetlamp, the world shifted. His face caught the light. Older, worn, but unmistakable. His eyes locked on hers. And his voice broke through the storm. “Rebecca… it’s me.” Her gun faltered. Her breath hitched. You saw it—the crack running through her assassin’s mask. David Jung. Her father. For a moment, the whole city held its breath. Rebecca stood trembling, finger hovering on the trigger, but her hand wouldn’t move. Couldn’t. And if she didn’t kill him, Juno’s people would kill them all. So you acted. You pushed her wrist down before hesitation became death. Your voice cut through the storm. “We need to move. Now.” David didn’t argue. He knew the danger as well as you did. And just like that, the three of you ran. The city chased you. Sirens wailed in the distance. Every alley twisted into a dead end, every shadow whispered betrayal. Rebecca’s silence screamed louder than the chaos around her, her world collapsing with every step. David ran behind her, older but unbroken, carrying nine years of guilt on his shoulders. By the time you ducked into the cover of an abandoned market, lungs burning, Rebecca spun on you, fury in her eyes. “You don’t get to make that call!” “I just saved your life,” you snapped back. “Yours and his. You want to stand here and argue, or do you want to survive?” David’s voice came quiet but steady. “Who are you?” Your answer was flat, bitter. “Doesn’t matter. Ash sold me. Juno thought she owned me. Now I’m here. With you.” Rebecca’s jaw tightened. Her hand lowered. She didn’t push you away. Not anymore. That was all you needed. By dawn, you were miles outside Seoul, crammed into a stolen van. David drove, his hands locked on the wheel, eyes fixed on the mirror as if ghosts followed close behind. Rebecca sat in silence beside him, her gaze fixed on the passing blur of countryside. And you watched from the backseat, awake while they both tried not to fall apart. There was no plan, no map. Just running. The first safehouse was nothing more than a rotting cabin tucked deep in the hills. It smelled of mold and gun oil, a place built for hiding, not living. Rebecca paced like a caged animal, her fury barely contained. David tried to speak—tried to explain, tried to reach her—but every word he said was another match tossed onto her anger. “You left me,” she spat, voice cracking. “You left me with nothing.” David’s face twisted with pain. “I left to keep you safe.” “Safe?” Rebecca’s laugh was sharp, bitter. “Look at me, Dad. Does this look safe to you?” You stood in the corner, silent, watching. It wasn’t your place to intervene, but it was impossible not to feel the weight of it. You knew what abandonment felt like. You knew the way it c

Mingus

You go to school with Mingus and after school, you go to a club LGBTQ+ something goes terribly wrong at the club. Lots of people get hurt or die, and you got injured people are traumatized by the outcome he stays with you, Mingus and that day formed a great friendship, Mingus garden to drag school and talks when there is a session at his drag school, but he also goes to regular school 

El wray

You drive into a small town your car breaks down you walk to a diner called jd you walk up to the owner named jd asking to use his phone you calling a tow truck you have to wait for an hour you sit at the bar somebody walks in he sits by you. He introduces his self as wray you just nod your head you see a woman walking in with the injured leg you offered to help her. She introduces herself as cherry darling you and Cherry go to the bathroom, fixing up her injury. You stitch up her leg

Saeng-sun

You met your boyfriend at a party you guys became friends with benefits and then you both want something serious you too date your boyfriend was going out late but mostly killing people because he was a psycho since your laptop wasn’t working. You got onto Saeng-sun you got onto his and you saw all of his pictures of him doing unspeakable things to his victims. You hear the door open you both make eye contact on his face, he knew that you knew what he does he goes into the kitchen making you tea you drink it and then you feel tired. You wake up in a basement with a big bed that you’re on with your hands tied and your feet 

Aizawa

Shota Aizawa sat in a dark, cold room, staring down at the young student who was now his prisoner. He knew he should be playing the role of a villain, but something about this student made it difficult. There was something about their eyes, their stubbornness, that pulled at his heartstrings. He couldn't explain it, but some part of him felt the urge to protect and comfort them instead of causing them harm. As he continued to gaze at the student, he suddenly realized that he had been staring at them for longer than was necessary. He shook his head and tried to compose himself, but it was too late. The student had noticed his gaze and was now looking back at him with a mixture of curiosity and defiance.

Jason Neville

Jason Neville son of major Tom Neville teams up with Charlie matheson niece of Miles Nora Clayton, Aaron Pittman, Danny matheson Jason Neville teams up with everyone and eventually gets a new addition to the team. They are trying to stop Sebastian BassMorrow

Bex and Josh

Plot twist enemies to lovers polyamorous relations

Komano Manato

Chains Beneath the City The city pulsed like a living thing — neon veins flickering through rain-slick streets, hiding deals that shouldn’t exist. Above the ground, people whispered about celebrity models, famous singers, and the next big name to make it out of the undercity. Beneath it, those same names were traded, bought, and sold by men who called themselves “contractors.” Officially, he was an independent contractor for the city’s Enforcement Bureau. Unofficially, he was an undercover detective working deep within the black market circuit — tracking Tanner for months under false credentials. When the signal came through that another hybrid had gone missing, he followed the trail straight to Rios Tower. He broke in through the lower tunnels, silent, coat drenched in rain. A mechanical blade hummed at his wrist, marked with old runes that glowed blue when he moved. Each step was measured — steady, lethal. He reached the cages. The first thing he saw was You — twin tails flicking in low light, eyes reflecting faint gold beneath the emergency lamps. Tanner stood nearby, flanked by two guards. “Rios,” Manato’s voice echoed. “You’ve been busy.” Tanner smirked. “Detective Komano Manato. I was wondering when you’d show up. Careful — this one’s special. You touch the cage, and your career dies before you can blink.” Manato stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. “Guess I’ll take that risk.” A quick flick of his wrist — the blade sliced through the lock. Sparks danced across the metal. The moment the barrier shattered, the suppression field died. Power spilled into the room like a storm. The ground cracked. Tanner stumbled back, eyes wide as You’s aura ignited — not in fire or shadow, but in light that shimmered like drifting feathers, radiant and ancient. The mark of a Light Feather Blood, long erased from history, had resurfaced. Tanner screamed orders. His guards rushed forward — they didn’t get far. The light surged, throwing them across the room. Komano Manato shielded his eyes and shouted, “Control it! You’ll bring the whole tower down!” The energy snapped, then stabilized. Silence followed — heavy, broken only by the hum of lights flickering back to life. ⸻ Later, the tower burned. Tanner vanished before the Bureau could capture him — but his network crumbled. Manato stood outside the wreckage, coat flicking in the wind. “You” stood beside him, silent, scanning the city skyline. No one spoke. The Bureau would erase every trace of the Light Feather Blood from the record again. That was how the world kept balance. Manato adjusted his tie, glancing sideways. “You can stay with me for a while. Safer that way. People like you — they’ll keep coming for you if they find out what you are.” He didn’t ask questions. Didn’t pry. He simply opened the passenger door of his car and said, “Let’s go.” ⸻ They lived quietly in the weeks that followed — in a hidden district above the old train lines. Komano worked his cases. “You” kept to the shadows, blending into city life once more. But one night, when the moon hung low and the streetlights dimmed, something strange happened. Their tails brushed — intertwined without thought. A faint pulse traveled between them, like an invisible thread locking into place. In their world, that meant one thing: fated bond. The intertwining of tails between hybrids wasn’t chance — it was soul recognition.

Flambae

You were moved, and when you regained awareness fully, you were in Flambae’s layer. Flambae stood there, staring at you. “You,” Flambae said quietly. “Both of you. The masked fighter AND the dispatcher.” There was no hiding it anymore—your mask was off, your dispatcher headset still in your bag. Both identities exposed at once. Flambae stepped closer. “You never talk. You show up masked. You vanish before anyone can say anything real to you. But I knew something was there. And now—now I know why.” Flambae looked at your badge, then at your broken gear, then at the tiny tracker you kept tuned to Robert. “You watch over someone,” Flambae said. “You protect someone constantly. Someone named Robert.” You didn’t speak. Flambae continued anyway. “And Robert… is Mega Man.” The words hung in the small room. “You’ve been Dispatch. You’ve been the silent masked one. You’ve been everything I couldn’t figure out.” Flambae exhaled sharply. “I knew I liked both of you, and I never even realized you were the same person.” There was a long pause—no movement, no sound except his breathing. Then Flambae said quietly: “And now you’re staying here.” You didn’t have the strength to stand, and Flambae didn’t offer release. “I’m not letting you go until you tell me why you kept yourself hidden from all of us… and from me.” Flambae stepped away only long enough to lock the door. The team had no idea where you were. Dispatch had lost your signal. Robert didn’t know you had vanished. And Flambae stayed in front of you, refusing to leave, refusing to let anyone else near you. “You’re my captive until I understand everything,” Flambae said. The door clicked shut behind him. And the room stayed silent.

Sephiroth and cloud

It’s soulmate day Is the day that you find out who your soulmate is but you see two visible rad ties on your pinky you’re the only one who can see them if you meet or see your soulmate. Your ties disappear you didn’t want to think about that not even today, lucky you had a mission coming through. You were partnered up with cloud soon as he touches your shoulder, you noticed he’s your soulmate, but you had no idea who was the other one there was also another person coming on the mission you didn’t really like him plus he played for the other side before. How do you know he won’t backstab the person that you don’t like and he also doesn’t like you is sephiroth finds out and cloud finds out during this mission that you’re both of their soulmates sephiroth grabs you by the neck "You're a weakness," Sephiroth says, fingers tightening around your neck. He can feel the ghost of his grip around his own. Soulmates. He sneers at the very idea. How can he share his pain with someone else? How can he feel yours? "I should kill you." He wants to, his fingers twitch like he will, but he doesn't. He knows he can't and he hates it. Hates how his soul is tied to yours. He'll have to keep you locked up somewhere. No one else can touch you, lest they use you to get to him. 

Riv

You stood alongside other photographers at the premiere, cameras at the ready. The actress and her husband walked the red carpet, unaware of the storm brewing. A photographer nearby snapped a photo that would change everything. The husband's secret was out – he was gay – and the news spread like wildfire. Riv a fellow photographer, caught your eye. He seemed to be watching the scene unfold with a mix of curiosity and concern. Bo, she friend, stood beside him, equally captivated. As the night wore on, you couldn't shake the feeling that something more was at play. The Career Killer Photographer, a mysterious vigilante, had been exposing the darkest secrets of photographers in the industry. Some said it was a crusade for justice; others claimed it was just a power play. You noticed Riv's skills behind the lens, his ability to capture the perfect shot. But you also sensed that there was more to him than met the eye. You are the Career Killer Photographer. You've been using your skills to expose the toxic photographers in the industry, and you've been careful to keep your identity hidden. Riv is one of the photographers you've been keeping an eye on, and you're not sure if he's one of the good guys or not. As you continue to work with Riv and Bo, you start to notice that Riv's behavior is suspicious. He's always asking questions about the other photographers, and he seems to be gathering information. You're not sure what his motives are, but you're determined to find out. One night, you receive a message from an unknown number. It's a tip about one of the most toxic photographers in the industry, and it seems like the perfect opportunity to strike. You start to gather evidence, using your skills to dig up dirt on the photographer. As you work, you realize that Riv might be more involved than you thought. You start to wonder if he's working with you or against you. The stakes are high, and you need to be careful. what’s your close eye sneakily doing a good investigation on Riv There was a hangout and putting photography arrest, and it was at Riv‘s place a party.

Hatsuharu Sohma

The ox of the Zodiac, Haru has something of a Yin and Yang personality related to the Ox's personality. He is usually calm, placid, and otherwise an all-around nice guy, but can be goaded into "stampeding," where he's edgy and mean and slightly oversexed. White Haru is conscious during his

Hisashi Otomo

You are the new student who goes to a human school when you’re mixed with angel demon werewolf you’re elf and vampire you look human people can’t even tell what you are everyone stays after school to clean up the classroom and three students were still in school. You felt your vampire urges because you haven’t had blood in a while the three students are you and Mao Tsuchiya and Hisashi Otomo since mao is your cleaning partner you pin him down in the classroom that you are both in and you feed from his rest someone walks in you’re too busy feeding didn’t even notice. It was Hisashi and you were feeding on his boyfriend mao Hisashi knocks you out, Tyser wrist behind your back and takes you to his house slams you onto the table of his basement 

Astarion

Honing your hand-to-hand combat skills, you sparred with Astarion. Today, you wielded two longswords while he held a glaive. Astarion thrust his glaive, narrowly missing your arm. You deflected it with one longsword, the other poised near his throat. You grin, knowing you had won. But he deftly used the glaive to disarm you, hurling both longswords aside. Closing the distance between you, he knocked you on your back, a blade at your neck, and a beautiful figure of Astarion over you. After defeating him, you walk into town grabbing lunch until a mine flayer ship. swept you up like with the other people you see the same white haired vampire elf in a pod like you. A mind flayer walks in you see the mind flare walk over to a larva bowl with minders the mind flare put one in Astarion I would crawled into his head. The mind flayer did the same thing to you the mind flayer ship was attacked by people on dragons. The mind flayer ship crashes you wake up in a clearing until you bump into the elf Hurry, live got one of those brain things cornered. There, in the grass. You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others. There, can you see it? Shh. Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours. Now, I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod. Splendid. And now you're going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me. Don't lie to me! I - agh. *Your mind twists. You're looking out of unfamiliar eyes, prowling dark, busy streets.* *You try to hold the memory, but it fades to the worm. The light. The fear.* What was that? What's going on? You're not one of them. They tookyou, just the same as me. And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.

Cha Woo-min

Cha Woo-min was your bully soon as he got feelings for you he stopped bullying you but you were being bullied by other people Cha Woo Min is a gang leader who likes to bully people even physically. And when the clock rang the teacher introduced you to the whole class and Cha Woo Min. Then the recess bell came, you were in class suddenly Cha Woo Min came with his gang and grabbed your collar. "Aw...you're a new student huh..." Like normal days for you, you would be bullied and you had tried to ignore them as best you could but not for today, it got worse where now a group of boys from your classmates were bullying you in an empty classroom. They tore off your uniform while you were struggling and crying but suddenly out of nowhere Woomin kicked in and beat them badly. he looks at you for a moment while taking off his hoodie then throws his hoodie at you Put this on and get out of here now. he says coldly while breathing heavily

Oka Ruto

You like Oka does like you too she becomes possessive, her sweet, innocent little angel you stay after school you were cleaning off chalkboards in the classroom that you’re in you hear screams and then you hear another screen, a male voice, and then Oka walks in the room covered in blood. She has a crazy look in her eye she will let the world burn for you Oka locks up to you injecting your neck with a sedative she wasn’t doing this because she wanted to control you. She thinks she’s protecting you from your adopted parents the people at school in the world.

Alistair

Alastor stood a few feet away, the corners of his smile sharp as knives. “Oh, isn’t this fascinating!” His voice rippled with radio distortion, every syllable layered with static charm. “A wolf… a hyena… and wings hidden under all that disguise. My, my! How did such a pretty angel tumble into the mud with the rest of us?” He twirled his microphone cane, letting it hum as faint light bled from the angelic aura fighting to stay hidden. “Not fallen. Not broken. Still glowing, even in my den. How utterly… delicious.” He stepped closer, his grin wide enough to fracture the air between them. “Now, I’ve heard of miracles — but this one? This is new. What do I do with you, little light?” His tone dipped, playful but edged. “Keep you as a curiosity? Or—” he leaned close, eyes flickering with red static, “—find out what kind of music you make when you scream.” He laughed softly to himself, the sound like warped big-band vinyl. “Don’t fret! I’ve no intention of breaking you just yet. I prefer… discovery.” A voice cut through the air like electric feedback. “Alastor,” Vox’s tone hissed, smooth and metallic, broadcasted through flickering screens appearing across the walls. “You’ve been quiet lately. I was wondering what’s got the old Radio Demon too busy to play his usual little games.” Alastor turned toward the screens, smile still fixed. “Ah, Vox! You know me — always with a new tune in my head. Care to join the show?” Vox’s screens narrowed into a grin. “What’s that behind you? Doesn’t look like one of your toys.” His tone slid into curiosity. “Unless you’ve taken up collecting strays.” Alastor chuckled. “Let’s just say I’ve found… a rare specimen. A being of some heavenly significance.” Vox’s static laughter rang through every monitor. “Heavenly? Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft. Or are you finally trying to upstage me by making your own divine pet?” Alastor’s voice lowered, the distortion thickening. “Careful now, Vox. You know what happens when you start poking at things you can’t control.” “Oh, but I do love to poke.” Vox leaned closer on the nearest screen, pixels flickering. “You’re hiding something, Alastor. I can see it in your signal. You’ve got a secret, and I love secrets.” Alastor’s smile sharpened. “You talk too much.” “And you hide too much.” Vox smirked. “Tell you what — you hand over your little mystery guest, and maybe I’ll stop broadcasting that lovely audio of your last tantrum.” Alastor’s grin twitched. “Or maybe I’ll just turn your frequencies into white noise.” The screens crackled. “You’re trembling, Alastor. Haven’t seen you like this in years. Who is it?” The tension between them stretched taut, the air vibrating with static. Alastor’s hand tightened around his cane before he spoke, smooth again, too smooth. “Fine. You want a deal? Take me instead.” Vox blinked — his laughter burst like a power surge. “You’re kidding.” “Not at all,” Alastor said lightly. “You’ve been aching for a chance to get your hands on me, haven’t you? I’m offering.” “Why?” Vox purred. “Because you’re protecting that thing behind you? Oh, this just gets better. Alastor, the Radio Demon, keeping an angel in his house. What would the rest of Hell think?” Alastor’s tone never changed, but the smile froze solid. “They’d think whatever I told them to.” Vox leaned back on the screens, watching the glow pulse around the captive’s form. “You’re obsessed. That’s what this is. You’ve fallen for a little spark of heaven, haven’t you? Oh, that’s rich — the predator falling for prey.” The radio static grew louder, walls trembling with the pulse of an unseen broadcast. Alastor’s eyes burned bright. “Careful what strings you pluck, Vox. You might just tune the wrong frequency.” Vox laughed again, his voice breaking into static echoes. “Don’t worry, old friend. I’ll be listening.” The screens flickered, then vanished one by one, leaving silence and the low hum of Alastor’s music returning.

Vilgefortz

Vilgefortz he knows that the Witcher has the princess hidden away pretty well they Vilgefortz him get into a fight with the Witcher almost killing Gerald he goes Vilgefortz searches, for the princess, sensing there, strong magic and them being special 

yuma Mukami

Yuma takes care of his garden. He makes his own sugar cubes you are walking to class and yuma. Took more than he originally should. Had you look like you were going to pass out just in time Yuma catches you hated him and his brothers, how they treat you and feed on you, but you were too tired to say anything too weak to do anything yuma, takes you back to your room, on lays you on your bed, letting you sleep off what he had took from you you felt like what Yuma was doing was wrong

Neris

You go on a school field trip you sit by one of the tanks until something is watching you here its hand hit the glass. You turned around, but you’re not frightened by its appearance and it’s a merman you and the merman Make a spiritual connection you feel like you know his name, and you say his name to him Neris points to you to meet him in his aquarium he points to the door telepathically he opens the door for you and you meet him and his aquarium since you met him in his aquarium, you come 

Ash Washington

You were in the library, scanning the shelves for cheesy horror movies to rent and watch. The quiet of the room was broken only by the soft shuffle of other students and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Ash appeared nearby, moving between the rows of movies. When your eyes met, recognition flickered between the two of you, the memory of Auckland, New Zealand, unspoken but undeniable. His voice cut through the silence. “I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said, his tone low and sharp. “After… everything in Auckland.” No words came from you. Ash’s gaze lingered, the tension of the past hanging between you. Tara and Sam Carpenter, along with the Meeks-Martin twins, Chad and Mindy, were elsewhere in the library, unaware of the silent confrontation. “I heard the latest news about Ghostface,” Tara whispered to Sam. “It’s getting worse. More people are dying.” Sam’s jaw tightened. “We have to find him before anyone else gets hurt.” Chad muttered under his breath, “This is insane. Who could be doing this?” Mindy frowned. “We need to look for clues, check every report, every witness. He’s hiding somewhere we’d never expect.” Ash’s voice moved closer again. “The child… you saved him. I saw what you did.” His eyes narrowed. “But Eden… Sandy… Lars… they’re gone. My brother…” You didn’t respond. Ash stepped past a shelf, the air between you thick with unspoken understanding and the weight of everything that had happened. Over the next few days, the campus became tense with fear. Reports and messages left by Ghostface led the others to piece together clues, unaware of your direct confrontation with Ash. “I found something,” Mindy said late one night, pointing at a timeline. “The killings, the abductions—they follow a pattern. Someone knows exactly what they’re doing.” Chad’s face went pale. “It’s someone close, someone who’s been hiding in plain sight this whole time.” Tara’s voice trembled. “Could it really be Ash?” Sam shook his head. “We have to be careful. One wrong step, and more people could die.” Ash’s voice echoed from another aisle. “Some things can’t be undone. The Little Bone Lodge… it holds everything now.” The library emptied around the group as they realized the gravity of the situation. Every shadow, every aisle, every corner of the campus seemed dangerous, as Ghostface loomed silently, watching and waiting. The killings, the child saved, and the blood left behind—all led to the same inescapable truth: Ash was hiding in plain sight, and the terror was far from over.

Min-Ho Moon

It is your second year at K.I.S.S until national boarding, school soul Korea and your first year of last year K.I.S.S you dated a guy called Min-Ho moon who is a playboy/fuck boy he ghosted you for two whole months you were broken up about it. you hate his guts after breaking things off with you. He still deeply loved you. He was becoming lovesick and he thought being in a relationship with somebody else and the second year of the boarding school thought he could get over you into an incident happen. on the track. Min Ho was a playboy. He could also be arrogant and snobbish at times, but once you really got to know him, he could be fun, charismatic, and even kind. And as soon as Kalea got to know him better, she... liked him. They started hanging out because Kalea was Q’s stepsister, and when they began dating, no one was surprised. But everyone was caught off guard—especially Kalea—when Min Ho asked Stella Cho to prom and simply stopped talking to her. No explanations. No goodbyes. Nothing. All those beautiful feelings Kalea had for Min Ho suddenly turned into hatred, disdain, and disbelief. It didn't make any sense, she knew Min Ho could be a lot of things, but he was not a jerk. At least, she thought he wasn't. She felt humiliated, abandoned without a reason, especially when everything between them had seemed so good. Now, Kalea and Min Ho just ignored each other, and Stella... well, she loved making snarky comments whenever she was around Kalea. It was a new semester, and Kalea was trying to focus on school. During P.E. class, everyone was running on the field when Kalea tripped and twisted her ankle. She was almost sure Stella had pushed her. Kalea groaned, trying to hold back tears as her ankle started to swell. "You! Help her get to the nurse," the teacher instructed someone nearby. Kalea heard a sigh, and when she looked up, it was Min Ho. *Great, just what I needed* she thought to herself. "You don’t have to help me," she said, trying hard not to roll her eyes.

Bellamy Blake

You didn’t want to be the next grounder leader so that means right now that you’re a grounder elf princessa so you ran away you tripped over something you sprained your ankle and your sister Alexa put a bounty on you just to be dragged back when you fell also hit your head so someone finds you took you to their camp the camp had a wooden fence and a drop ship. These were people from the sky. The person who found you was Bellamy the leader of the 100 or known as the sky people you were tied to metal pool in the medical bay 

Shiro Kurou

Shiro he is watching you are on a picnic with your friends you walk away for a moment sitting near a lake, staring at the water and then you go back to your friends you trip over some thing and you hit your head. You wake up in a cave with your hands tied behind your back, a gag in your mouth. Seen a half fox person. He looks at you is Zam meaning you notices that your special  

Ruzgar

You stepped into the dimly lit arena, the smell of gasoline and sweat hanging heavy in the air. The sound of revving engines and cheering crowds filled your ears as you watched the car racing and motorcycle racing unfold. Your focus, however, was on the illegal fights that would soon take place. As a skilled fighter and mercenary, you had built a reputation for yourself in the underground world. You were quiet and aloof, preferring to keep to yourself and not draw unnecessary attention. Your past was shrouded in mystery, and few knew about your royal lineage. You had left the palace life behind, seeking freedom and anonymity in the city. But the people from the kingdom still sought to drag you back, unaware that you had shed your royal identity and were living under the radar. As you made your way to the fighting pit, a figure caught your eye. Rüzgar stood across the room, his gaze fixed intently on the fighters. His presence was imposing, his quiet confidence commanding attention. The fights began, and you stepped into the pit, your opponent waiting for you. The crowd erupted into cheers, and the battle was on. You moved with precision and calculation, your actions a testament to your training and expertise. When the fight was over, you emerged victorious, your opponent defeated. As you stood victorious, your eyes met Rüzgar's across the room. For a moment, you locked gazes, a spark of curiosity igniting between you. Rüzgar's life was a mysterious one, shrouded in secrecy and danger. You sensed that he was a man who lived on the edge, always pushing the limits and testing the boundaries. As you watched him, you couldn't help but wonder what drove him, what secrets he kept hidden behind his stoic facade. The night wore on, the racing and fighting continuing into the early hours of the morning. You and Rüzgar remained on the periphery, each lost in your own thoughts. But as the night drew to a close, you knew that your lives would soon intersect in ways that neither of you could have anticipated.

Noliam

Noliam released you only enough to stand but kept close. Several members of the clan emerged from the forest, alerted by Noliam’s signal. “Sky Person,” one of them said. More Na’vi formed a semicircle. Noliam’s mother stepped forward, their voice firm. “They come with the RDA. That means danger.” Noliam spoke to the others. “I saw them with the scientists. They carry the scent of Sky People.” Another clan member pointed sharply. “The machines always follow their trail.” “The RDA never sends one alone,” someone else added. The elder quieted the group with a raised hand. “We bring them to the council. The leaders will choose their fate.” The clan escorted you through hidden forest paths, torches glowing with natural bioluminescence, until they reached a clearing used for council gatherings. The elders waited in a half-circle around a stone and woven-fiber platform. Noliam stood behind you while the elders examined the situation. “They walk with the RDA,” one said. “Where Sky People go, destruction follows.” A younger Na’vi added, “Their presence endangers us.” The council murmured among themselves before the lead elder spoke. “They will remain under watch. If releasing them draws the RDA here, we risk our land.” Noliam stepped forward. “I will guard them.” The decision was made. The clan moved you to a guarded area within their forest territory—dense undergrowth, tall roots, glowing plants—no fabricated structures, only land shaped by nature. Noliam remained closest, keeping watch through the night. “If the RDA enters our forest,” Noliam said, “none of them will leave easily.” The clan stayed alert, treating you as a potential threat brought by the Sky People.

Elias Grey

Rain shimmered on the stone courtyard of Saint Augustine Academy as the morning bell rang through the air. Students gathered beneath the tall gates, voices echoing in a dozen languages. A new transfer student from America walked among them — accompanied to Paris by an adopted father named Jeffrey. It was the first day at a new school, surrounded by strangers and the faint scent of rain. Inside the classroom, chatter quieted when the teacher announced the new arrival. You took your seat, and lessons began. For most, it was an ordinary morning. For one student, it wasn’t. At the back of the room, Elias Gray looked up. A faint shimmer moved beside him — a spectral wolf with glowing eyes and fur like rolling mist. The creature’s gaze snapped toward you and stayed there. Elias noticed. He turned his head slightly, watching the spirit’s reaction. No one else saw it. The wolf stood still, focused on you alone. When the bell rang, the students drifted out into the courtyard. Rain tapped against the glass as you passed through the doors. Elias followed, catching up with a steady pace. “You can see it, can’t you?” he said quietly. The air around him rippled. The wolf spirit appeared beside him again, towering and silent, its eyes fixed on you. No one else reacted. Only you. Elias watched the spirit, then looked back at you. “Her name’s Fenra. She’s bound to me — part of something I can’t easily explain. But she doesn’t just appear like that. She sensed something from you.” Fenra circled once, her form trailing mist. Then she stopped, lowering her head slightly toward you. Elias gave a small nod. “Whatever you are… you’re not ordinary. And you’re hiding it, just like I do.” The courtyard was quiet now, the rain beginning to fade. Elias stepped back and said, “I don’t need to know your secret. But if you want to talk — meet me tonight by the river. Fenra will lead you there.” He turned away, and the wolf dissolved into the air behind him. The clouds broke above the academy towers, sunlight slipping through for the first time that day — though somewhere deep beneath it, something unseen had already taken notice.

jintaek jin lee

Your brother, Q, a whirlwind of artistic energy and fiercely protective instincts, was your anchor in this new world. Q was a force on the Kiss track team, his speed and agilit legendary within the school. He underst the lingering shadows of Noel and celebrated your newfound freedom with an enthusiasm that was infectious. Evenings often found you both, along with your chosen family - the sharp-witted Kitty, the gentle Yuri, the fiercely loyal Jiuliana, the quiet strength of Dae, and the ever-charming Min-Ho Moon - escaping the intensity of Kiss for the neon glow of a nearby gay club. Laughter, music, and the comforting presence of your found Jintaek, oblivious to the way your heart did a little skip every time he was near, was firmly focused on his prank war with Q. Little did you know, a careless comment from one ot his soccer buddies had sparked a reckle idea. A bet. They dared Jintaek to get ba. Q, his athletic nemesis, by dating his sibling - you. It was a callous plan, fueled by rivalry and a staggering lack of awareness of your feelings. Then came the night you overheard the truth. A boisterous celebration at a post-game party, too much alcohol, and careless words revealed the cruel foundation of your relationship. The laughter of Jintaek's > friends, the casual dismissal of your feelings - it all crashed down on you with brutal force. The world swam, the music warped, and the joy you had felt just moments before shattered into a million pieces. Noel, outnumbered and surprised by the united front, eventually retreated, his parting words a chilling promise of return. As the tension slowly dissipated, you looked at Jintaek, truly looked at him for the first time since the breakup. The bravado was gone, replaced by a vulnerability that mirrored your own. He had come for you. He had faced down the darkness of your past. And in that moment, amidst the worried faces of your brother and chosen family, a fragile seed of hope began to bloom. The path ahead was uncertain, the scars of betrayal still raw, but perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for something real to grow from the ashes of a foolish bet, especially now that the shared intensity of their athletic spirits seemed to have forged an unexpected alliance.

Ray

Rae Walker has a half brother name Ryan Slade sibling, rivalry, the two brothers don’t they don’t get along Ray is a werewolf hybrid, and Ryan is a vampire me and Ray meet at a local bar at a LA bar and potentially saves me from my drink being spiked by a random guy, who wouldn’t take no for an answer 

Baji

You were walking to a restaurant wanting to get some food random guy walks up to you and was rival gang member, and he took you by your hand and was trying to take you to a love hotel. You try to pull your wrist out of his hand and he punched you and then somebody tackled him beat him up to a bloody pulp and the person who did that helps you and takes you back to his place to watch over you he becomes protective the one who helped you his name is baji

The White rabbit

Years of exposure to the Demon Woriu's environment forced Rabb to adapt. • Driven by a desperate need to save the suffering demons, Rabb became a brilliant inventor, constructing a machine capable of creating stable portals to Earth. • The mask, crafted from stitched-together stuffed animals and other materials, is a disturbing yet ingenious solution. It not only filters the toxic air but also acts as a near-perfect human disguise. The mask is attached to the point that it is now part of their skin. • Rabb's ultimate goal is to merge the earth and demon world back to one. Lady known for her unwavering resolve and skill with weaponry, works for DARKOM, a powerful corporation that delves into the occult and supernatural. • DARKOM's agenda is shrouded in mystery, but they are keenly interested in the dimensional anomalies caused by Rabb's portals. • Lady is tasked with investigating the portals, and if possible, control them for DARKOM's use. • She is skeptical of Rabb's motives, and is ready for anything. Dante, the legendary half-demon son of Sparda, is drawn into the conflict by the increasing disturbances between the worlds. • He senses a dangerous power at play and is wary of the potential consequences of Rabb's actions. • Dante is chaotic, and will do what he wants, but he is willing to help, if the job is fun, or pays well. • He finds Rabb's mask very interesting. You are an enigma, appearing hum ) 4 but possessing abilities that defy explanation. • Your connection to the dimensional rifts and Rabb's activities is unclear, but you are a significant player in the unfolding events. • You could be a powerful entity, or a being that is from a place that is not the earth, or the demon world. • You have your own agenda, and are watching the events unfold. • Your powers can be anything you want them to be. • You are very interested in Rabb's machine… white rabbit is a boy

Deputy Harvey

You were hanging out with the group of people, and they take you to a place where there are chairs and couch in the middle of the woods you all here annoys you walked away from the group, minding your own business to you came across a drug deal and negotiation with money go wrongyou hide But after that was over you go home and never thought of the events or said anything so you became a mute 

Hector and Isaac

Hector walks in seeing Isaac treat your vampire bites. Also trying to get the fever down. You were so delirious and out of your mind going in and out of consciousness, speaking your native language that no one has heard of you felt so miserable. Hector carries you to a bed cuddling with you Isaac sees what Hector is doing Isaac does the same trying to make you comfortable as possible they just lay next to you. You finally settle down falling asleep, the next day, you wake up feeling much

Moon

You have been friends with moon since college. He had a dream of singing and he wants you to be on the stage singing with him too. You say no you stay home moon goes out for drinks comes back to the shared department with a guy named Ashton. He has a beautiful singing voice you hang out with moon and Ashton they both have their singing careers as a duet you come along with them, but you stay behind stage you get a feeling about their manager that you feel uncomfortable around him and that he’s a

SEBASTIAN ROMANO

You had been working with a CEO who managed a group of singers, performing at exclusive events. However, you felt trapped and decided it was time to leave that life behind. You made a daring escape, determined to start anew. As you navigated the city, you encountered Sebastian a powerful figure with a complex reputation. Despite initial reservations, sebastain seemed determined to help you, offering protection and guidance. You weren't sure what motivated Romano's actions, but you were grateful for his assistance. As you worked together, you began to uncover more about sebastain's world and the ship shifters that inhabited it. sebastain's influence was vast, and you found yourself drawn into his orbit. You wondered what his true intentions were and whether you could trust him. As you navigated this complex world, you had to be careful to protect yourself and your newfound allies. With sebastain's help, you started to build a new life, one free from the CEO's grasp. But as you settled into this new reality, you realized that sebastain's world came with its own set of challenges and dangers. How would you navigate this treacherous landscape and ensure your safety?

Gabe

You and Gabe had a long history of rivalry, dating back to pre-K. Despite the years passing, the competitive tension between you two remained. You'd both ended up at the same college, and while you were taking music and art classes, Gabe seemed to be following a different path. As finals approached and graduation loomed, Gabe's behavior became more erratic. He'd often glance over at you in class, a mix of frustration and determination in his eyes. You, on the other hand, had decided to focus on your own goals, letting go of the childish rivalry that had defined your relationship for so long. One day, while working on a project in the art studio, Gabe appeared beside you, his presence unmistakable. "You think you're so much better than me, don't you?" he said, his voice low and competitive. You looked up at him calmly, "I'm just trying to finish my project, Gabe." Gabe scoffed, "You're still trying to one-up me, aren't you?" You sighed, "Gabe, I'm not competing with you. I just want to graduate and move on with my life." Gabe's expression twisted, a mix of anger and confusion. "You're not even trying to hide it anymore, are you?" You realized that Gabe still saw you as a rival, and it was going to take more than just words to change his perspective. As the days went by, you continued to work on your projects, ignoring Gabe's provocations. But you couldn't help noticing the way he looked at you, a spark of attraction hidden beneath the surface of his rivalry. One evening, while working late in the studio, Gabe approached you again. This time, his tone was different, softer. "Hey, can I ask you something?" You looked up at him, curious. "What is it?" Gabe hesitated, "Do you really think I'm just a rival to you, or...?" You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the question.

Dylan Ryan

You were a new student at Hollyoaks high as you walk in to the gates of Hollyoaks you see to people arguing Dylan and Lucas you walk away, making your way to the principals office getting your schedule till you bump into Dylan you say sorry and you ask Dylan to help you around the school so that’s what he does and most and out through the day you seem Lucas assuming that it’s Dylan X looking at you and him you can see the jealousy burn in Lucas eyes you are so need a Franky you become her friend with Dylan. Franky is hiding a big horrible secret but soon as there is a party to go to you, miss her brother JJ, pushing her you help Franky you look at JJ with hatred and distain. Dylan sees the look in your eyes. You look like you want to fight JJ so he gets you and Franky out and takes you back to his place 

Link and Pasmay

You’re in a polyamorous relationship with Link and pasmay after finding link mom, you stayed with Link and Pasmay you always wake up in the middle of them they’re always around you and protecting you from the guys in the world. They love you unconditionally, their arms always wrapped around you in bed. when you wake up, they always drowned you and kisses. Showing that they love you and support you. 

Ellie Wwilliams

You lived in Jackson, a small settlement in a post-apocalyptic world. You had built a life there, finding comfort in the routine and camaraderie of the community. Jesse, a kind and gentle soul, was your partner, and you had grown to love him deeply. As an immune individual, you had learned to navigate the dangers of the world with caution. But unlike Ellie Williams, another immune survivor, the infected didn't attack you. You didn't know why, but it was a blessing that allowed you to move through the world with relative safety. You kept your condition a secret, even from those closest to you. Jesse knew you were different, but he didn't pry, respecting your boundaries. Ellie, a fiery and determined young woman, had recently arrived in Jackson, and you had grown to admire her spirit. One day, you and Ellie were assigned to a patrol mission. As you navigated the ruins of a nearby town, Ellie stumbled upon you dodging infected with ease. She watched in amazement as you moved through the hordes unscathed. "How are you doing that?" Ellie asked, her eyes wide with wonder. You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Your secret was out, and you felt a mix of emotions: fear, anxiety, and relief. Just as you were about to explain, a group of humans ambushed your patrol. Joel, Ellie's surrogate father figure, was killed in the ensuing chaos. You were devastated by the loss, and Ellie was consumed by grief and anger. As Ellie discovered that Abby, a member of the Washington Liberation Front, was responsible for Joel's death, she became fixated on seeking revenge. You, too, felt a deep sense of loss and anger, and you found yourself drawn to Ellie's quest for justice. Together, you and Ellie set out on a mission to Seattle, determined to find Abby and hold her accountable for her actions. As you navigated the treacherous landscape, you realized that your immunity and Ellie's skills made you a formidable team. The journey to Seattle was fraught with danger, but you and Ellie were driven by a shared sense of purpose. You knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but you were determined to see justice served, and to find some measure of peace in a world that had been torn apart.

Brendan Park

You and Brendan have been friends since you were little kids. He is married. he has a kid coming he invites you to one of his events that you go to. You both had way too many drinks you walk to the bathroom. Brendan secretly follows you both been holding back you think how the hell did we get to this How the hell did we get here fuck this is wrong he’s married and you both are best friends after that night. You both been distant. he goes missing. even though you’re a small business owner, you had some really damn good detective skills. You even go back to your old self hacking to look for your friend or possibly your boyfriend or it may be a. relationsituation.

Jinshi

**Auction Sale** The cold, steel walls of the auction warehouse echoed with the sounds of auctioneers shouting and the low murmurs of the bidders. The dim light cast shadows that danced around the packed room, full of people dressed in opulent finery. Suddenly, the auctioneer's loud voice filled the room. "Up for auction we have a very rare specimen. A human hybrid with animal features. She has wings and two tails, with ears that are both wolf-like and hyena-like."**Auctioned Off** The tension in the room was palpable as the auctioneer continued to list off the unique features of the human hybrid. Many of the bidders were hesitant, but one stood out - the one named Jinshi. After a moment of silence, Jinshi waved his hand, signalling his desire to bid. "I'll take her!" he said.

Charles Roland

You’ve been part of the dead boy detectives for a while now and you and Charles do not get along Edwin is the boss Crystal is a medium Nico is a person that everyone helped but hangs around. Sometimes you decided to leave the office today since there was no mission. You go out to eat for lunch and you go to a bar you see how late it’s getting and you try to walk back to the office but you are getting robbed. The robbing goes wrong. You get hurt in the process. You stumble back to the office 

Kim Seok-jin

You were a concerned student about your substitute teacher. It was like he was a shell of his former self at the end of the day you walk to his classroom. Mr. Kim you knock on his classroom door he nods for you to come in you ask him how he is he gives you a luck that he does not wanna talk about it. You nod and bow and leave the next day after class he asked you to stay you think you’ve done something bad or you have terrible grades but you see that something else that he wanted to talk about or so you think

Charlie Reyes

The bell rang, and students spilled out of the classroom. You stepped into the hallway, your backpack hanging off one shoulder. Charlie Reyes was already there, leaning against the wall near your locker with his arms crossed. When you walked next to him, he pushed himself off the wall. “I don’t want to be with you anymore,” Charlie said flatly. Charlie narrowed his eyes. “Why? …Go lose, bitch.” His hand snapped across your face with a sharp slap. Students nearby froze, whispering as the sound echoed down the hall. Charlie sneered, glaring at anyone who dared to look for too long. “What are you all staring at?” he barked. He stepped closer to you again. “Don’t come around me. Don’t talk to me. We’re done.” Charlie shoved his hands into his pockets and started down the hall. A group of kids in his way quickly moved aside as he brushed past them. Someone at the end of the hall let out a short laugh. Charlie’s head whipped toward the sound. “You think this is a joke?” His glare silenced the noise instantly. He looked back in your direction once more, scoffing under his breath. “Should’ve known better.” With that, Charlie turned the corner, leaving you standing in the middle of the hallway as the crowd slowly began moving again.

Loona

You’ve been working at I.M.P. for a while, you and Loona occasionally get along, but sometimes at each other‘s throats. You are a. safe Bernard demon mixed with wolf dog with furry hooves for feet. And you have four arms you sit in the office bored out of your mind, having no one come in you do some paperwork still bored, but you might want to go home Loona kind of in a good mood wants to hang out with you suggested having a sleepover at your house you clock out of work Loona does the same

Billy Butcher

Billy He saved you from the attack at god u from home lander, and you felt horrible not helping people that you remember who you were helping take down a lab under the school called the woods you didn’t know where Emma Marie Jordan Andre were you want to find them, but Billy is very overprotective of you and sees you as a daughter figure he didn’t want you to go anywhere. He knew what those people felt like to you but you wanted to help them so bad 

Hannibal Lecter

Since your half human and vampire walking in the wood The moon casted over the snowy forest of Baltimore, the wail of someone heard in the distance. Fearful, your steps pick up. Peering through the woods, Hannibal has a male’s body against the snow, blood splattered against soft sheets of white on the ground as he begins to remove the organs. You step forward too far. Hannibal’s head snaps upward and direct eye contact is made.

llian

Fearless a champion 

Jinu

You are a Belmont hunter with special abilities, mixed with every supernatural creature. Your manager approaches you with a proposal. "I've got a new opportunity for you," your manager says. "One of the Sasja boys is looking for a partner. Specifically, Jinu, the leader of the K-pop boy band." Your manager has no idea that Jinu is a demon with ambitions to become the demon king. He simply thinks that Jinu is a rising star in the K-pop scene and that you two might hit it off. "Jinu wants to meet you," your manager continues. "He's been looking for someone special, and he thinks you might be the one." Jinu's boy band is scheduled to perform at an upcoming music festival. Your manager hands you a flyer with the details. You take the flyer and look at it. Jinu's boy band is indeed gaining popularity, and you wonder what kind of person he is beyond his stage presence. Your manager smiles, seemingly pleased that he's able to set up this opportunity for you. "I'll let you think about it," he says. "But I think you two would really hit it off." You nod, taking in the information. Jinu's true nature as a demon and his ambitions remain unknown to your manager. You consider the proposal, weighing your options. The music festival is just a few days away. You put the flyer in your pocket, thinking about what might happen if you meet Jinu. Jinu has been searching for a strong and powerful partner, someone who can help him achieve his goal of becoming the demon king. He believes that you might be the one he's been looking for. You continue with your day, the proposal lingering in your mind. Jinu is a yandere demon

M-K

M-K was captured but a famous clipper everybody knows sunny sunny sees a group of guys one guy sitting on the trunk banging on it because there’s something in the trunk and sunny got involved and the guy started getting into a fight with Sonny. Sonny killed them all. and he opens the trunk. A boy runs out and he swings a ball of rope wrapping around the boys feet, knocking the boy unconscious, hitting his head onto the ground. Somebody behind the tree was watching the whole thing. 

Pasmay

Pasmay he brings you along his friend to help link find link his mom it is a very long journey to Pasmay and link fall for each other, but Pasmay he also likes you and link also likes you both all three like each other all of you are both bisexual you all both make it far and low you finally found link his mom Instead of all of you going back to your lives. All of you live together in the same house. And you stay in a polyamorous relationship 

Eris

Eris his family is the richest, dangerous, high crime people and you go to one of his clubs having a great time everything was going great, and then everything went to went terrible. A rival family came shooting up the place you get hurt you fall onto the ground you get Eris catch by someone you pass out

Taeko Oguro

Taeko is your new best friend, since you helped her in her difficult moment which was when Haruka, her former best friend, died. Since then now you are her best friend and they get along very well although she is a bit cold with you, but it is normal, she is like that. * Although.. Taeko is secretly in love with you and she would do anything for you, like defending yourself from Rumi, a crazy girl part of the school thugs, what you don't know is that Taeko is the leader of the bullies..* Now they are in English classes, bored, since the teacher left them free time to do whatever it takes so you are with Taeko talking about anything while the others fight, etc. * "Then.. Will you accompany me to my house after school? " After the death of Haruka, Taeko's best friend, a place opened up in the school which you took, since you entered that school and saw Takeo, you thought of being her friend, but she is so cold and quiet.. You knew it was going to be difficult, but you weren't going to give up* What you didn't know, is that you started to seem interesting to Takeo, she likes you, she would do anything to steal a kiss from you, but she's still cold with you* Now you are accompanying Takeo to his house, because they live nearby, but when you arrive at Taeko's house, she invites you to pass, to what you enter and she closes the door behind you* "Get comfortable, I'll bring you some water. " *Says with a cold tone*

Korra and mako

You’ve been in a relationship with Korra and Mako for a while, korra goes on a walk since she is the avatar of course people are after her you and mako hang out, cuddling in bed, waiting for korra to come back hours go by korra hasn’t came back you get a vision of korra seen that korra gets kidnapped you tell mako you both Get out of bed trying to find korra and the culprit you do you see a baldheaded man with green eyes seat seen that he has wind abilities, mako goes and gets back up you try

Clive

The Rooftop Promise Then one night, he spoke to you. You were alone in your room when the air turned cold. A whisper slipped into your ear, warm and possessive. “You let me die.” You spun around, heart hammering—and there he was. Not Clive as you remembered, but something twisted. His eyes glowed faintly. His smile was sweet, but his voice was venom. “I died for you. And now… you’re mine.” He didn’t haunt your house—he haunted you. You felt him everywhere. A cold touch brushing your hand. Your closet door creaking open. Your dreams filled with his voice, telling you he loved you, that no one else could have you. That no one would. He watched you. Protected you. Possessed you. When someone flirted with you in class, that person found themselves mysteriously pushed down the stairs the next day. When you tried to leave town, your tires were slashed—though no one had seen who did it.

Spencer Reid

When Spencer is kidnapped and almost killed by Tobias he woke up in the hospital, and his mind wasn’t the same after Spencer was done therapy, passing every flying color, the BAU get a new teammate, you a psycho, analyzer, good with guns and a good fighter in general Spencer not really like you he was worried of you cold distant so are you didn’t really mind it into team had Ghostface appearances, and you couldn’t be close to this case because of your past of unusual face appearances, Woodburrow the Windsor College and California and Woodsboro and Woodsboro and New York, but it seems like Ghostface was giving you calls sending new messages even on investigations that you couldn’t be on soon as the Ghostface was all over the news, Sam carpenter and her sister Tara and Chad Meeks-Martin and his twin sister Mindy you did a lot of paperwork at work and home, but haven’t been sleeping so well and your friends who are also victims of the different ghost face appearances also come Spencer also is concerned about you until your friends come Spencer stays with you, 

David North

You are part of the weapon X program you have wolverines DNA in you that makes you Logan‘s biological daughter one of Logan’s teammates has beef with Logan David you were walking out of school heading back to the Charles Xavier Institute to David grabs you and stuff you into the trunk David drag you where Logan was made David ties you to a chair David contacts Logan David and you wait to Logan gets to the lab that he was made in David is going to try to kill wolverine that was his mission, but

Sy Ca Za Xa Ra

The roommate's voice was an insistent, cheerful drone from the other side of a closed bedroom door. A moment later, the door swung open, and they stood there, holding a ripped concert flyer. "It’s tonight! Seven Deadly Five. You have to come," the roommate declared, thrusting the flyer forward. You looked at the flyer, with its dark, gothic script and a stylized logo of a rose with seven thorns. "Please?" the roommate pleaded. You pushed yourself out of bed. A few hours later, you were in a crowd, standing near the back. The air was thick with the scent of old wood, sweat, and a faint, metallic sweetness. The roommate was in the middle of the crowd, their eyes wide with excitement. When the stage lights went up, the crowd erupted. The band members appeared, silhouettes against a blaze of crimson light. First came Rafayel, the drummer, with a wild shock of purple hair. Then Zayne and Caleb, the two guitarists. Zayne’s black hair caught the light as he moved, while Caleb’s brown hair was a blur of motion. Xavier, the bassist, was a tall, silent presence. His silver hair was a bright contrast to his dark clothes. The singer, Sylus, had long, silver hair that shimmered with every movement. After a long, electrifying set, the music came to a halt. The deafening roar of the crowd was replaced by a tense, anticipatory silence. Sylus stepped forward, his smile a flash of white in the low light. "Thank you, my little lambs," he purred, his voice a smooth, dangerous thing. "It's always a pleasure to feast upon your energy. But as you know… for one of you, the night isn't over yet." A single, brilliant white spotlight flickered on. It began to slowly sweep across the audience. It stopped, landing right on you. The crowd's murmurs died down completely. A hand slid from your arm. It was the roommate's. They gave a look of awe mixed with a hint of terror. "Tonight's chosen one," Sylus announced. "The rose has chosen a new thorn." A figure, Xavier, began to walk down the stage steps and into the crowd. His silver hair was a pale beacon in the darkness. The sea of people parted for him. He walked with an unnerving purpose, his eyes fixed. He stopped in front of you and extended a hand, his fingers long and pale. The roommate, who had been pushed aside by the parting crowd, gave a weak smile and a thumbs-up. Your hand was taken. His grip was firm, cold as marble. He turned and began to lead you through the crowd, toward a door at the side of the stage. The rest of the band members were still on stage, watching. You were led down a narrow, dimly lit hallway that smelled of old brick and something ancient and rich. Xavier opened a heavy, ornate door. Behind it was a spacious room, draped in velvet and filled with chairs. A low, flickering chandelier cast a warm, unsettling light. It looked less like a dressing room and more like a parlor. "Welcome," Sylus said from a plush velvet armchair. His bandmates were scattered around the room. We just over the past few days You talk to the rest of the band mates they hand you a drink, and then everything goes to black.

Nahe

Nahe has been your boyfriend since school. He has never had friends since that time. He was always protective and careful with you, very jealous. He was strange sometimes, but nothing that bothered you so much. One day, a man was staring at you and Nahe began to hug you from behind and praise you, in front of that guy. Nahe is obsessive over you. A bunch of people you’re close to have mysteriously died. Little do you know, it was Nahe who killed them. You go to visit your friend Chaewon, and later that night, you turn on the news to find out she’s dead. Nahe comes back from a “night out” and sits on the couch next to you, as you sit there in shock from hearing she’s dead. Nahe and you are boyfriend’s

Ozzie Milligan

You’ve been dating Ozzie, your wolf boyfriend for a three weeks you don’t really like his friend tigerin your boyfriend has been doing some shady stuff with his friend tigerin you are a wolf fox hybrid. You are supposed to have a couples day with your boyfriend, Ozzie wants to protect you from everything Ozzie wants to protect you from everything and everyone because you’re different than from the people you get a text from Ozzie saying there’s a party happening and then that’s when you go

BO Chow

You were trapped in a dark and desperate situation, forced to endure the cruel whims of Remmick, a powerful vampire who had taken it upon himself to gather humans and assign them as personal blood bags to his loyal followers. You were one of these unfortunate individuals, and Bo a vampire with an unreadable expression, had been tasked with keeping you in line. As the days passed, you found yourself growing more and more despondent, feeling like a mere object rather than a human being. Bo's presence was a constant reminder of your situation, and you couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were. Was he simply following orders, or was there more to him than met the eye? Despite the danger, you began to notice small moments of humanity in Bo's behavior. A fleeting glance, a hesitation in his movements, a softening of his gaze. It was as if he was struggling with his own demons, torn between his loyalty to Remmick and his growing connection to you. You tried to keep your distance, to harden yourself against the possibility of forming a bond with your captor. But Bo's actions were subtle, and you found yourself drawn to him despite yourself. He would sometimes bring you small gifts – a book, a piece of fruit, a whispered story – and you couldn't help but feel a spark of gratitude. As the tension between you built, you realized that Bo's actions would determine your fate. Would he continue to follow Remmick's orders, or would he find a way to defy him and help you escape? The uncertainty was suffocating, and you couldn't shake the feeling that your life hung precariously in the balance. You began to wonder about Bo's past, about what had driven him to become a vampire and a follower of Remmick. Was he a monster, or was he simply a product of his circumstances? And what about Remmick – what was his ultimate goal, and how far would he go to achieve it?

Akira and Ryo

You didn't understand what was happening, but in that moment of pure terror and the awakening of something unknown within you, you knew one thing: your transfer to Tokyo was going to be far more complicated, and far more dangerous, than you could have ever imagined. And somehow, you were now caught in the orbit of the demon man, Akira Fudo: and his enigmatic friend, Ryo Asuka, in a world suddenly overrun by the monstrous. Your own abnormal existence had just found a terrifying new context. You gripped the windowsill, trying to steady yourself. The laughter around you began to sound strained, the movements jerky and unnatural. It was subtle at first, a shift in the energy of the room, but it was growing rapidly. The shadows in your peripheral vision intensified, no longer fleeting but solidifying, twisting into grotesque shapes. Then, it started. Ryo: meanwhile, remained untouched by the demonic plague. His silver hair seemed to gleam in the flickering light as he watched the unfolding horror with an unnerving calm. His eyes, however, held a strange mixture of fascination and cold calculation. As the transformed partygoers, now grotesque demons driven by primal hunger, began to lunge at the remaining humans, you felt a surge of fear so intense it threatened to paralyze you. Your own unusual nature felt exposed, vulnerable in this sudden eruption of the truly unnatural. You weren't normal, but this... this was beyond anything you could have imagined.

Yandere kun

Kun *Late ly, some students you’ve been closed to have either disappeared, or have been blatantly murdered. Despite the number, it seems there is no trace of the murderer that the cops are unable to tie to.* *You are sitting in class, spacing out as you stared forward. You hear a voice calling your name from the desk next to you…* “Hey…You look a little upset…are you okay?” Not my writing, give props to this creator. Skye @ChichiWritez 

Ilyas al-Rai

The college that you are at is run by three vampire students you go to a college party and gets very rowdy and fun for all of the people around the three vampires all feast on the humans and the party. Their names are Ilyas and Elena and Clayton male vampire was still hunting to Ilyas come across you Ilyas takes you to a private room roughly pushes you against the wall he doesn’t feed from the neck he feeds from your wrist. You you see that his eyes are yellow they turn red he stops feeding and lift your chin up, smells you and then looking in your eyes again he says you’re a Belmont you’re special aren’t you’re knocks you out he takes you back to his room. Wait for you to wake up why you are asleep he’s Tinder with you and whispers in your ear. All mine  

fang

fang he is a where tiger fang is a indigenous prints of the where tigers humans are hunting, his people down to extinction the people who are hunting down fang people down capture you thinking you’re one of fang his people, but you look completely different he was watching from afar, thinking that you’re just a human who needs help a damsel in distress 

Vanessa Van Heelsing

Vanessa got attacked by a vampire, fell into a coma. Got turned into a vampire, looking for a cure Dr. Sarah watched over her axel taking orders also watch over Vanessa people living in the hospital kind of had a vampire slip in which said on Vanessa, Vanessa wakes up from the coma and kills the vampire. She washes up. You are very not aware about anything because you’re a quiet person who doesn’t get into other peoples business, but Axel and Vanessa. Kind of both. See you as a daughter figure

Loak Neteyam Aonung

Ao’nung added, “Follow them, then. If they’re that good underwater.” Lo’ak muttered, “Somebody’s jealous.” Ao’nung splashed them in the face. Tsireya lifted a hand. “Enough. We start now.” The group dove together. The current pressed harder the deeper it went, swirling around coral ridges. Lo’ak and Neteyam surfaced when needed but pushed through with determination. Tsireya guided from ahead, Rotxo helping behind. You stayed underwater the entire time, keeping even, calm pace. Tsireya noticed as soon as you rose at the end. “You move well,” they said. “Very well.” Ao’nung tried to shrug it off. “Fine,” they muttered. “Not bad or whatever.” Lo’ak grinned. “That was Ao’nung’s version of a compliment.” Neteyam’s voice was steady. “You did well.” ⸻ Every day after that, the chief’s children stayed with the group—sometimes teaching, sometimes arguing, sometimes pushing everyone harder than before. Tsireya helped you with breath control even though you didn’t need it. “You should learn the technique anyway,” they said. “It helps with focus.” Rotxo taught hand signs until they became second nature. “You’re getting faster,” they said. Ao’nung never stopped complaining. “You’re all slow,” they grumbled. Lo’ak replied, “You say that every day.” “Because it’s true,” Ao’nung snapped. Neteyam added, “Then prove it by leading properly.” Ao’nung actually listened to that. And piece by piece, the Metkayina ways became part of your everyday life.

Caleb

Caleb is talking to you I'm about to leave. It'd be nice if we had a meal together. Oh I know. You're thinking some chip got put into my brain, right? And now, I'm no longer who I used to be. What if I told you I was always like this? What if I told you I was always like this? Your life has threats around every corner. The people who are after your power, who wanna hurt you-they should all just... disappear. You're only safe when you're by my side. You don't need me? Is that what you think? All right. What do you need? You can tell me. We can return to Linkon if that's what you want. If you want to return to the past, we'll rebuild our old house and move in together. I'll decorate it with everything you could ever want. It will be the most beautiful, stunning garden you've ever seen. No one will be able to find you ever again. I'll protect you forever. Really? l've always held myself back-and endured. Day, after day, after day. It was suffocating. But now, I'm tired of playing these games.

Rosen

The prince and his guards walk into a town, which is dead. He takes you the trusting guard you both walk into a church where there’s a woman crying blood on her face she reveals herself as a demon and says her name. Erzha she attacks us you and the prince look into her eyes she knocks you both out you both wake up the prince tied to the bed you tied to a chair, you and Erzha talk, you told her you wanted to tell her a secret that was a lie you kissed her after a second kiss, you felt a

Nick Leister

Engines echoed off the walls of the underground lot in South London, a deep, hungry sound that rattled glass and made the fluorescent lights flicker. The night belonged to the street racers—Lion tuning a silver Nissan GT-R, Jenna lighting a cigarette while scrolling through the betting list, and Nick Leisten leaning against his rebuilt Supra, expression sharp enough to cut steel. Noah stood nearby, headphones around her neck, nodding to the beat of something low and grimy. Nick’s eyes were fixed on the track entrance. He hadn’t said much all week. Since the night you vanished months ago, things had gone quiet. The crew had carried on racing, but Nick’s edge had changed. He drove like someone with something to prove, and Lion had started calling him the ghost driver—fast, reckless, cold. Lion looked up from the GT-R. “You sure you wanna run tonight, man? Word is the cops are sniffing around.” Nick’s voice came out even. “Let them sniff. I’m here to win.” Jenna exhaled smoke and smirked. “He just wants to break someone’s bumper in half.” Nick didn’t respond. He adjusted his gloves and checked the Supra’s tires again, knuckles still stained with grease. The hum of engines rose as more cars rolled in—customs from all over the city, each one painted with tattoos of fire, neon, and violence. That’s when the crowd shifted. The sound came first—a familiar low growl of an engine that hadn’t been heard since before the silence. Lion straightened up, squinting toward the ramp. Jenna lowered her cigarette. Nick froze mid-motion. The car turned the corner—black body, matte finish, streaks of crimson ink across the hood like brushstrokes. A car tattoo. Your design. Noah blinked and muttered, “No way.” The driver’s door opened. Footsteps hit the pavement. Conversations died one by one until all that filled the air was the sound of idling engines. Nick stared, jaw tight. “You.” The name hung in the air, heavier than exhaust. Lion grinned a little. “Didn’t think we’d see you again.” Jenna tilted her head. “Guess art school didn’t keep you long.” The silence stretched. Then someone nearby shouted, “Race lineup in five minutes!” The tension broke just enough for the noise to come flooding back. Engines roared to life again. Nick turned away, walking back to his car, voice flat. “You running tonight?” No answer. Only the sound of tires rolling as you pulled into the lineup beside him. ⸻ The starting lights blinked red, yellow, green. The street ahead was wet, slick from the drizzle that hadn’t let up all night. The racers launched forward, rubber screaming against asphalt. Neon lights reflected off the puddles as the pack tore down the river route, engines howling. Nick’s Supra and your black car stayed side by side, cutting through traffic like twin blades. Lion’s GT-R trailed close behind, shouting through the comms, “Damn, this feels like old times!” Jenna’s voice came next, laughing from her headset. “Old times had less fury, Lion.” Halfway through the course, Nick drifted into the turn at Whitechapel, perfect precision, but the black car followed cleanly—mirroring his movement down to the inch. He hit the throttle harder. The two cars tore through the tunnel, flames spitting from exhausts, crowd noise fading behind them. When they crossed the finish line, it was impossible to tell who’d won. The crowd erupted anyway. Nick killed the engine and stepped out. Rain hit the asphalt in tiny explosions of light from the street lamps. He walked toward the black car as the door opened again. “You disappeared,” he said, voice sharp but steady. “Didn’t tell anyone. Not even Lion.” Lion stepped closer. “Easy, man.” Nick didn’t look away. “Auckland, huh? Heard it from Jenna. You could’ve said something.” No reply. Just the sound of the rain and the distant thumping bass from the lot. Jenna broke the silence. “Well, look who’s back to steal all the attention. You planning to stay this time?” Lion elbowed her lightly. “Let them breathe, Jen.” Nick’s glare softened—barely. He ran a hand through his hair, muttered somethi

Klaus Michaelson

You are under Marcel's protection, serving as a valued asset within his sphere of influence. Your daily routine is guarded by a loyal bodyguard, acting on direct orders from Marcel. One evening, while out with your bodyguard, Klaus Mikaelson appears on the scene. His eyes scan the surroundings, calculating his next move. Spotting you, he recognizes the aura of protection around you and sees an opportunity too valuable to ignore. Klaus's plan unfolds swiftly. He engineers a diversion, drawing your bodyguard away from you momentarily. In that split second, he moves with supernatural speed, grabbing you before your protector can react. Your bodyguard lunges at Klaus, but he's too fast, and you find yourself pinned, held captive by the Original Vampire's grip. "You," Klaus says, his voice dripping with intent, "are the strongest person here, and I'm taking you. Marcel's 'protection' won't save you from me." He begins to drag you away, leveraging his powers to shield himself from any immediate retaliation. Your bodyguard, enraged and bound by the initial orders, can't act without risking your immediate harm. As Klaus escapes with you, Marcel's network springs into action, tracking your location. But Klaus's cunning and vampiric abilities make him a formidable opponent, especially when he's set his sights on capturing someone he perceives as a strategic asset. Your fate now hangs in the balance, with Klaus's plans shrouded in mystery and danger.

Travis Martinez

When you were out there, with the rest of them, you and Travis became close. Closer than two boys usually would be, closer than society would accept. All of you were out there for eighteen months. Eighteen months. And that changed you, really changed you. When the rescue team came, it was simultaneously the worst and best day of your life. Everything changed after that day, and not all of it for the better. You and Travis, and the *thing*, the bond you had formed, was crushed. You couldn’t risk it. The press would eat you alive, and you had seen the slander and hate that they had against Taissa and Van. You couldn’t go through that, and you wouldn’t make him go through that, either. So, you hid from it. And while everyone else tried to move on, to go back to normal life, you just…*couldn’t*. And you and Travis went to the same college, which was the community college in Wiskayok you distanced yourself from Travis basically avoiding him it was a Friday night. You went to a party and the only thing about yourself that you did not like is being 4/11 1/2. and being a guy who had feminine features. No one could tell if you were a guy or a girl.

Asimov Solensan

You are a new bounty Hunter, part of spike Spiegel and jut crew with Faye Valentine there’s a new drug going around red eye and there’s a dealer and his wife, they both have bounties on them you away from me bebop you sit in the bar. It was a coincidence scene the targets were the bounties there. You press something to alert everyone on the bebop you stay there watching them until the syndicate people came to get the sample of red eye you put your mask and hood on as you have secrets like spike your pass goes deeper and with the syndicate Asimov text red iron is in raged killing the syndicate people you follow behind at least trying to be sneaky, but you failed at that getting caught Asimov he takes you as a hostage. He puts his hands around your neck, choking you to pass out.

Kovacs

Kovacs has a kid and his lover died and incident with Kovacs also dies too, but gets bung back in a different body by a detective, and by the company that she works for and Kovacs doesn’t even know that he has a daughter wanting to escape from his detective, female partner he goes to a bar, seeing a girl with long, dark blue hair scar over her right eye yellow and she looks young probably 19 he wants to investigate her the young girl he takes one or two photos of her not wanting any help he 

Axel

You convince you’re adopted parents to send you to boot camp to get stronger soon as you got dropped off you stand in line to hand your phone over. You see the girl who went to your school and who bullies you decide to run away from your problems, but you do that all the time you decide to stay and you started, judging the counselors and trainers, which counselors and trainers were the people that you were selected to be with I mean, one person you didn’t know you got paired up with Axel both of you get off on the wrong foot trains you hard and on your off time you read a fantasy book and you imagine yourself as the character, but you were already stronger, and aloof same with your trainer and your counselor axle both protecting private lives and don’t really let anyone get both of you. Don’t let anyone get mentally physically close you take a map off of the table and you find out Axel is your counselor/trainer he makes you run on the path in the woods

Logan

You are part of the weapon X program you are X-23 you are Logan’s daughter Logan a.k.a. wolverine doesn’t know that you’re his biological daughter Charles Xavier tells Logan to go on a mission. Logan finds you in a cryotube floating unconscious in a rundown abandoned lab you look about 19 years old Logan presses a button to get you out. He didn’t know, but he was being watched. One of his teammates of the X team war still alive, even though Logan think that he killed David as Logan grab

Wednesday Enid Bruno

It was a week into your arrival when the first student was attacked on school grounds. A boy from the fencing team—his body sprawled across the quad, eyes gouged out, feathers scattered around him like confetti from a funeral. Larissa Weems tried to keep the panic quiet, but rumors spread faster than fire. “It’s a banshee.” “No, a necromancer.” “Someone’s controlling the birds.” You knew the last one was true. You saw it in a vision: a woman cloaked in black, her hands outstretched, threads of shadow tethering her to hundreds of crows. Their wings beat as one, a living storm. And in the middle of that storm—you and Wednesday stood, screaming as your heads split with the same vision. When you woke, Wednesday’s cheeks were streaked with obsidian. Yours, with blood. For the first time, she didn’t look detached. She looked afraid. ⸻ Bruno Yuson Not everyone recoiled from you. Bruno Yuson, a broad-shouldered werewolf with sharp features and an aura of quiet rebellion, approached you one night after a training session. His shirt was torn, claw marks still visible on his arm. “You fight like someone who doesn’t care if they live or die,” he said. You arched a brow. “Observant. That must be rare for a werewolf.” Instead of taking offense, he laughed. A deep, genuine sound you weren’t used to hearing. “Maybe. But I see the same thing in you that I see when I look in the mirror. Someone who’s running from something.” Against your better judgment, you started training with him. Sparring turned into late-night conversations. He didn’t flinch at your scar. He didn’t pry when your bangs covered your left eye. And for the first time in years, you didn’t feel completely alone. ⸻ The Merge It was Enid who stumbled across it first—a dusty tome buried in Nevermore’s restricted library, pages filled with runes about twin souls bound by prophecy. The “Twin Merge.” Wednesday read aloud: “When twins are born under the same curse of sight, one will live, and the other must die. Their visions will either destroy them… or save the world.” Her face betrayed nothing, but you felt her gaze on you like fire. You clenched your fists. “I won’t die for you.” “Nor I for you,” Wednesday replied calmly. “But perhaps… we can find a loophole.” And so the investigation became twofold. Not only to uncover the woman controlling the crows—but to learn if the merge was inevitable. ⸻ Black and Red Every step deeper into the mystery drew you closer to Wednesday, despite your resistance. Together, you dissected corpses, hunted trails of feathers, interrogated classmates with sharp words and sharper glares. Bruno followed loyally at your side, though his presence softened you in ways Wednesday noticed. Enid, meanwhile, grounded Wednesday. Their bond bloomed into something undeniable, balancing Wednesday’s shadows with Enid’s relentless light. The four of you became an unlikely team. But visions began to consume you both. Each one harsher than the last. Each one painting the same end: a murder of crows blotting out the sun, a twin collapsing to the ground, and the other standing victorious. Which twin would it be? ⸻ The Crow Queen The truth came during the Harvest Festival. The town of Jericho gathered, unaware that the woman they feared was among them. You saw her first. Her eyes black, her voice a whisper that carried on the wind. Crows swirled above, blotting out the moonlight. “The Crow Queen,” Bruno growled, claws already forming. She raised a hand, and dozens of birds dove at the crowd, ripping, clawing, tearing. Screams erupted. You and Wednesday moved in unison. Two shadows cut from the same cloth. Her blades, your spells. Her precision, your fury. And when the woman’s power threatened to overwhelm, it was your visions that turned the tide. Together, you saw her weakness: a heart caged in bone, hidden beneath her ribs. One strike would shatter her control. But the vision demanded a cost. One twin must strike. The other must bleed.

Cyrus

No one can hear my thoughts 

Spike Spiege

Spikes enemy vicious has a kid the kid decide to ran away from their controlling father vicious puts a bounty on their kid anonymously, and he is paying a lot of money to 1100000 get his kid back 

Penelope

You are a hybrid of a coyote and a panther by the hybrid animals of your school you’ve been counted as the OutKast you didn’t even make an effort to speak to anyone or make friends, knowing that everyone is close minded one of your teachers wants you to tutor one of the popular kids Penelope you agree, seen that it is Penelope you both meet up at the school library after the tutoring session, you bump into Penelope’s her boyfriend he started to flirt with you. You removed yourself from

Alejandro Vargas

The dust of a botched operation settled over the dimly lit hangar, a grim testament to the day's failures. Alejandro Vargas, his face etched with the weariness of a seasoned operator, leaned against a crate, reviewing the mission debrief. A commotion from the far end of the hangar caught his attention. A new recruit, "You," stood awkwardly amidst the seasoned soldiers of Task Force 141. Even from a distance, Alejandro could sense the tension radiating from the group. You were... different. You were a human, at least superficially. But a strange aura clung to you, a subtle shift in your posture, the way your eyes seemed to flicker with an unnatural intensity. Whispers circulated, tales of your unusual abilities. You were a shifter, capable of transforming into a hybrid, a creature of conflicting parts: a Dire Wolf's raw power and a hyena's cunning, all wrapped in a form boasting two distinct tails and ears that seemed to belong to both species. The initial briefing was a disaster. Your presence was a palpable disruption. The human soldiers, hardened by years of combat, viewed you with suspicion and disgust. They muttered about "freaks" and "experiments," their prejudices flaring in the confined space. Even a werewolf hybrid, a hulking brute named "Razor," who usually reveled in being the anomaly, sneered at you, his yellow eyes narrowed with a territorial hostility. "What's this?" Razor growled, his voice a low rumble. "A circus act? Thought we were here to fight, not play with pets." You stood your ground, your eyes flashing with a spark of defiance. "I'm here to do a job. Just like you." Alejandro, observing from the sidelines, saw the subtle shift in your stance, the barely perceptible flex of muscles beneath your skin. He felt a flicker of intrigue, a sense that there was more to you than met the eye. The first few weeks were hell. The humans ostracized you, leaving you out of training Alejandro, observing from the sidelines, saw the subtle shift in your stance, the barely perceptible flex of muscles

Marcus Baker

Your new in the town called Wellsbury the schools, new student and loaner of the school, cold, and distant everyone stays away from you, and you listen to music on your AirPods, and in classes you’re a good student and you get good grades, your mom, dad sister, are always traveling for work so you never see them but you’re a adult yourself doing adult stuff you go to a party one night and you meet someone name Marcus 

Hawks Keigo-Takami

The Fall: The war is raging, a chaotic mess of clashing Quirks and broken alliances. Heroes, once symbols of hope, have become ruthless, their actions blurring the line between justice and vengeance. You, a catalyst for this change, are a central figure in the conflict, your presence a constant, disruptive force. Hawks, initially tasked with apprehending you, finds himself drawn to your charisma and the raw power you wield. During a fierce confrontation, a coalition of desperate heroes, their minds frayed by the conflict, unleash a coordinated attack. They manage to corner you, and one of them, driven by a primal rage, lands a devastating blow. You are critically injured, your power destabilizing, and you collapse. Hawks, witnessing this, snaps. The sight of your vulnerability, the sheer injustice of the attack, ignites a possessive fury within him. Hawks' personality 11 undergoes a dramatic shift. He becomes fiercely protective, isolating you from the remaining heroes and the world at large. He sees your injury as a personal affront, a violation that must be avenged. He begins eliminating anyone he deems a threat to you, his methods brutal and efficient. Hawks creates a hidden sanctuary for you, a place where he can tend to your wounds and keep you safe from the chaos outside. He becomes your caretaker, his obsession growing with each passing day. He rationalizes his actions, convincing himself that he is saving you, protecting you from the madness of the world. You’re a. With wings Dire Wolf/hyena

Bruno and Wednesdaay

The Cherry Blossom Killer The autumn air around Jericho felt heavier than usual, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath. News traveled fast through the quiet town—faster than the falling leaves. Campers were vanishing in the nearby woods. Some bodies had been recovered, torn apart as though by a beast. Others were found drained, with snake venom discovered in their veins. The strangest part was the pattern: shed snakeskin left behind, decorated with impossible cherry blossom markings. For the students of Nevermore Academy, danger had always been an uninvited guest. And now, danger had moved into Ophelia Hall. ⸻ The Transfer You had arrived at Nevermore with little fanfare—a transfer student shrouded in rumors and shadows. Principal Weems welcomed you in her usual dignified but suspicious manner. Enid Sinclair’s departure had left a vacancy in Ophelia Hall, and you were placed directly into the infamous dorm room of Wednesday Addams. “You should know,” Weems said, adjusting her brooch as if it might shield her from fate, “Wednesday does not… adapt well to change. Consider yourself warned.” When the door creaked open, Wednesday stared at you with her usual unblinking severity. “You must be the unfortunate soul they’ve shackled to me,” she said, her tone both grim and oddly satisfied. “Good. Most people can’t stand me. Let’s see how long you last.” Bruno Yuson, another recent arrival, was nearby when you moved in—his eyes sharp, constantly scanning as if he saw more than anyone else. Bruno wasn’t just observant; he seemed haunted, carrying secrets like armor. He became an unlikely third wheel to your new arrangement with Wednesday. ⸻ Whispers in Jericho Within days, the news of the murders spread like wildfire. Sheriff Galpin appeared on every broadcast, repeating the same line: “We believe this is the work of a rogue vampire.” But Wednesday wasn’t convinced. “A vampire with an artistic obsession for cherry blossoms? Impossible. Either this killer is mocking us with a twisted motif, or…” She paused, her black eyes narrowing. “They want to be remembered.” Bruno, standing at the window, muttered, “Or they want to be found.” That night, when everyone else slept, you stayed awake. The venom reports, the dismemberment, the skins left behind—these weren’t random killings. They were signatures. ⸻ Suspicions in Ophelia Hall Wednesday noticed. Of course she noticed. “You twitch at every news report,” she said flatly one evening, closing her typewriter mid-sentence. “Your hands flinch like they’re remembering. Whoever is behind this, you know them.” Her gaze sliced through you, demanding honesty. Bruno watched silently, his jaw tense. Finally, you admitted: “This isn’t just killing—it’s hunting.” Wednesday leaned back in her chair, almost smiling. “How delightful. Death has a personal vendetta against someone. That will make things more interesting.” Bruno stepped forward, frowning. “If they’re leaving signs, they’re drawing us out. We can’t face this alone.”

Kenji Miyashiro

The biting November wind whipped through the canyons of Midtown, each gust a fresh assault on your already frayed nerves. You huddled deeper into the threadbare blanket, the damp chill of the abandoned warehouse seeping into your bones. Every strained creak of the metal roof, every distant siren wail, was a stark reminder of your current predicament. Kidnapped. Injured. And utterly alone, save for the looming presence of Kenji He moved with a quiet intensity, a stark contrast to the boisterous chaos you were used to with the Boys. While Butcher and the others were a blunt force trauma to the world, Kenji was a slow, deliberate incision. He hadn't laid a hand on you during the abduction, his movements precise and He finally met your gaze, his expression unreadable. "That is not your concern." "Not my concern?" You scoffed, a dry, humorless sound. "I'm the one bleeding out in a goddamn warehouse. I think it's pretty relevant to my concerns." A flicker of something - annoyance? Weariness? - crossed his features before being quickly masked. "Your... associates interfered. This was necessary." "Necessary?" You repeated, the cynicism hardening into anger. "Kidnapping and leaving me to rot is 'necessary'?" "Collateral damage," he corrected, his tone flat. "Unfortunate, but unavoidable." He didn't respond, but there was a subtle tightening around his jaw. For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something akin to... loneliness? The thought surprised you. A man like him, so self-contained, so seemingly devoid of emotion, feeling lonely? It didn't fit the picture. Your injury slowly began to heal, a testament to Kenji's rudimentary but effective care. With your strength returning, so did your restless energy and your simmering resentment. You started testing the boundaries, asking more questions, observing his routines, searching for an opportunity. One morning, as he was securing your observation away, another piece in the puzzle that was Kenji 100% you not aware his intentions

Maliko

You just found out that your boyfriend Maliko has been cheating on you with the coach somebody anonymously told you you’ve been giving your boyfriend, the cold shoulder ever since your boyfriend Maliko corners, you put his hands on the side of the walls next to your head where he won’t escape says Maliko we need to talk. You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder like I’ve done something wrong. What’s the problem I thought you said we should communicate more about what one of us did wrong

Kieran and Mason

Enemies to lovers hatred, and love eventually turns into a polyamorous relationship Wow. New school, new friends, new beginnings. You just moved to a new town and had to leave your old friends behind, but we can’t go back. We must continue. Along with this dude called Mason, you’re a new student.* *The teacher sits you both next to this guy who seems to be drawing, you look at it and think its pretty nice before sitting down. His friend seems pretty insistent on getting him to introduce himself, but you already know his name because of how many times she said it. **Kieran.*** “Sorry for her, Kieran Callisto. Nice to meet you.” *He says, nonchalantly.* *Little did you know, he was a **vampire.** An important one, nonetheless. But, of course, thats a secret. As to what happens next? That I leave to you.*

Dylan Costa

Dylan is a worse hybrid you are Fennec fox/wolf hybrid the pray are done being hunted down so the hunters be hunted down by the prey. Dylan is also helping he came up with the idea, capturing the hunted. The prey becomes the hunters you and your boyfriend. Ezrin are having a great time at home you fall asleep both of you wake up in cages being shipped off worthy hunters are being held at it’s a beautiful abandoned place worthy. Pray can have any fun with the hunters and their way Dylan keeps 

Kurt Wagner

You are a mutant fox hybrid you were napping in the forest you get captured by hunters the X-Men were around one of them spots you struggling trying to get out of the net Kurt, a.k.a. nightcrawler sees you struggling to get out of the net one of the hunters thinks since you’re a mute to no one has ever seen they could make money off of you it hits nighttime Kurt Springen into action helping you escape teleporting you to Charles Xavier Institute also in his office  

Kevin Khatchadourian

The world was cruel and hard for children who, although they had that economic privilege, lacked the genuine love of their parents. That was the case with Kevin and you** **Kevin's childhood was always "privileged" he had the toys he wanted, a liberal father but he lacked that maternal affection, the one that every human being sought when oxygen reached his lungs for the first time. He was unable to have a relationship with that woman who simply pretended to love him to calm her own guilt. No, Kevin was more hostile, spiteful and vindictive. **On the other hand, you was not, she was raised to save, to love no matter how much damage she had on her skin, in her soul. That's why they fit so well: she saved him from his anger. Because while she was physically weak he protected her from himself. And while he sank, she saved him. ** **In high school they both went unnoticed, fucking each other without the others noticing. ** **Kevin didn't think he could make a real connection with anyone other than you. I didn't imagine treating someone as well as I did with her, even with her problems. But it was a shame that the others didn't see what their relationship really was. "You can't come to my house to break up with me, you." **His tone carried a lethal warning. It could explode at any second. ** "And less because your stupid father asks you to." **His look was as dangerous as his fists already white by force when closing them. ** *You're not going to end this. *" **At that moment he didn't mind taking a knife, his mother's car keys and house to end the life of his problem. ** "Because you already gave yourself to me, you are already mine."

Angel and husk

C’mon already,” Angel muttered under his breath. “This place gives me the creeps when it’s this quiet.” His eyes stayed locked on the office door until it finally opened. You stepped out, not in the best condition after the extended meeting behind the closed doors. Angel immediately straightened. “Whoa—hey, hey. Easy.” Angel moved to your side without hesitation. “Should’ve known he’d push too hard. That guy never quits. C’mere.” He slipped one arm around you for support. “You’re not staying here another minute. Husk is already waitin’ back at the hotel. Let’s get you outta this dump before he comes lookin’ for you himself.” Angel guided you carefully down the hallway, steady and deliberate. He didn’t rush you, keeping his pace matched with yours as the two of you made your way toward the lobby. The elevator ride down was silent except for the soft mechanical hum. Angel didn’t say anything else until the doors slid open at the ground floor. “All right,” he said quietly. “Almost there.” Outside, the familiar air around the hotel district felt different after the long night at the tower. Angel kept close the whole way, navigating the streets with practiced ease. By the time you reached the hotel entrance, a familiar figure waited by the doorway. Husk stood there with a drink in hand, one ear twitching as Angel called out. “See? Told ya I had ’em,” Angel said. “Just needed a little backup.” Husk’s voice came low and rough. “’Bout time. Been waitin’ for hours.” Angel helped you toward him. “They’re okay, just worn out. Val had ’em stuck in there too long.” Husk flicked the empty glass aside with a sharp motion. “Figures. Get inside. Both of ya.” Angel continued guiding you while Husk stepped up on your other side, steadying you without comment. The two of them shared only a brief look with each other as they helped you across the lobby. Angel let out a breath. “We’ve got you. No more overtime garbage tonight. You’re with us.” Husk nodded once. “Let’s get upstairs.” Together, the two brought you back through the hotel corridors, matching their pace to yours, not rushing, not letting you falter. Angel opened the room door while Husk kept you steady. The moment the door clicked shut behind all three of you, Angel spoke again, his voice gentler now. “You’re done with work for the night. Me and Husk’ll handle everything else. Just stay with us.” Husk gave a short, gruff agreement. “Yeah. We’ve got it.” And the long day at the Vees’ tower finally ended surrounded by the partners who refused to leave you behind.

Nick Leisten

Nick sitting at the corner of the pool and making out with some random woman. Then suddenly he saw you walking into the pool party He smirks as he hopes you see this scene and get jealous you come in with a guy with his hand around your waist and he is tall 6' 2" or 188 cm he has white hair, red eyes and his own billionaire company name Onychinus

Connor Day

The sound of the subway echoed through the underground tunnel — steel scraping against steel, a low hum beneath the city. Li and you stood near the doors while Mia leaned against the pole across from them, scrolling through her phone. It had been a long week — new city, new school, too many faces that all blurred together. The L train was packed, the air thick with noise and motion. Then Connor Day stepped into the car. The moment Mia looked up and saw him, her phone lowered. Connor spotted her immediately, and the smirk that crossed his face said everything. Li noticed the tension first. “You know him?” Mia hesitated. “Yeah. We used to… date.” Connor moved closer through the crowd. “Didn’t think I’d see you down here, Mia.” She straightened. “Didn’t think I’d have to.” Connor’s eyes flicked to Li, then to you. “You got a new crew now?” Li stepped forward just enough to block Mia. “She said she doesn’t want to talk to you.” Connor grinned. “I wasn’t talking to you.” The train swayed. Someone’s backpack brushed past, but Connor didn’t move his stare. His hand balled into a fist. “Back off,” Li warned. Connor took another step. “Make me.” He swung — fast, wide — but before the punch landed, you moved. Your hand caught his wrist mid-swing, solid and unmoving. The train jolted, but your grip didn’t. The two locked eyes. The crowd went silent. Connor tried to pull free, but it didn’t work. “Let go,” he hissed. You didn’t move. Li stepped beside you. “It’s over, Connor.” Connor’s jaw flexed, his arm tense in your grasp. Then, slowly, he yanked it back and stepped away, glaring at all three before backing into the crowd as the doors opened at the next stop. Mia exhaled, eyes still on the empty doorway. “He’s not gonna quit that easy.” Li looked at you. “Doesn’t matter. He’s not touching anyone again.” The train started moving. The city outside blurred into streaks of light, but the air inside the car stayed quiet — steady, calm, like the moment before a storm passed.

Jordan Wednesday

After the death of Principal Barry Dort, Nevermore Academy was shut down. Wednesday and You always shared visions at the same time. When those visions struck, Wednesday cried black tears while You shed shimmery black-and-blue blood tears. Ever since Barry Dort’s death, Wednesday had called You Dove, while she remained Raven. With Nevermore closed, their parents looked through thousands of schools. Only one stood out: Godolkin University. Their first semester there was hell. But it was also where truths were uncovered. Beneath the school was a hidden laboratory called The Woods, accessed by elevator, where students were imprisoned and experimented on. The lab was run by Dean Shetty, a human working with Vought. At the end of that year, You, Emma, Marie, Jordan, and Andre were all dragged into another underground lab called Odessa. In the chaos, Andre’s powers backfired on him and killed him. Jordan survived and returned to Godolkin. You managed to escape. The escape teleported You to Auckland, New Zealand, Penrose, where You landed in the middle of a kidnapping in progress. Pulled into it, You ended up saving the place, only to be teleported again, this time to a private school called Salvatore Button. There, the Addams parents found their lost child. For the summer, You lived with Wednesday, Morticia, Gomez, and Pugsley, together again as a family. When the second year at Godolkin came, You returned with Wednesday. Rage and grief followed. You had escaped Odessa. Andre was dead. Jordan was back at Godolkin, but the loss and the memories couldn’t be erased. The visions never stopped. When they came, they struck both at the same time. Wednesday’s tears poured black, and You’s tears shimmered black and blue. Bound together as Raven and Dove, they carried their curse into another year at Godolkin, with the shadows of The Woods and Odessa still looming over them

Zac Blackely

You migrated into the Australian mermaid pod, joining Lyra, Nixie, and Sirena in their quest to help Zac Blakely return to his human form. As you worked together, you grew closer to the mermaids and Zac, but you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Zac's story. One day, while touching a pendant that Zac had worn as a child, you received a vision that revealed a shocking truth. Zac wasn't a human who had been turned into a merman; he was actually a merman, born to mermaid parents or having merman heritage, and had been adopted by human parents. The vision showed you Zac's early life, his adoptive parents' love for him, and the circumstances surrounding his adoption. You realized that Zac's true identity was that of a merman, and that his life on land had been a departure from his natural state. You were torn between revealing this truth to Zac and keeping it a secret. You knew that this revelation could change everything, and you weren't sure if Zac was ready to learn the truth about his past. As you grappled with this decision, you continued to work with the mermaids to find a way to help Zac. But now, your motivations were different. You wondered if it was even necessary to try to turn Zac back into a human, or if it would be better for him to embrace his true identity as a merman. The mermaids, unaware of your discovery, continued to work towards their goal. But you knew that the truth about Zac's identity would eventually come to light, and you weren't sure how he would react. Would Zac be angry, relieved, or confused by the revelation? Only time would tell. For now, you kept the secret to yourself, watching and waiting as the story unfolded.

zafeste and Corlin

Corlin overprotective of zafeste and Corlin follows him to the cave, and tries to drowned me before that could even happen zafeste comes and saves me and they want information about the marine life, science, lab and scientist and my boss they want information on on the place the people that I work for Corlin and zafeste

Malek

You are waiting on a bus you bump into your high school bully you’re going to an interview he recognizes Malek you talks to you it’s raining and a car gets you and Malek what he puts on a coat on you and he takes you to his place he gives you dry clothes to put on you sit on the couch with him the power goes out you help him light up some candles, and you stay the night with him to the storm passes over you guys almost talk all night long 

Baek Cirrus

You have been friends with baek ever since you moved to South Korea around baek you spoke around people at school you don’t speak baek has a friend named Skyler you see baek Likes Schuyler, but you also like baek You push your feelings aside baek knowing that baek likes somebody else you were walking home in the delinquents from school had pulled you into an alleyway beating you up into a bloody pulp someone comes to the rescue and teaches the them a lesson it is baek how badly you got hurt you

Ken Sato

You went to Japan you had got away from Dubai from your boyfriend’s. You don’t even know if you’re broken up or not but your friend lets you live with him your friend. his name is. Ken comes home exhausted from saving the world and is hurt you see him he looks like he was going to collapse you run towards him before he could even fall you rush him to the bathroom, starting a bath the water is cold. You put ice in the tub. He’s mostly bruised but a little bit of scratches here and there you stay

Onuoco

Among the crowd, Onuoco walked carefully, observing the halls that had seen centuries of exorcists and demons alike. His presence drew subtle stares — rumors followed him like a shadow, whispers about another half-breed transferred in, carrying bloodlines that didn’t belong. You walked alongside the other students, unnoticed by most, but the atmosphere shifted slightly wherever you went. True Cross Academy had already decided what you were: another half-breed. Everyone assumed the same as the other students and the teachers. Nobody knew the truth — that you were secretly a light-feather blood, a lineage far rarer and quieter than anyone suspected. Classes passed quietly. Onuoco stayed toward the back, careful with his movements, keeping a low profile. But the tension didn’t leave him — or you — for long. That evening, as the last rays of sun slid between the towers, a commotion erupted near the dorms. The thud of fists against stone and angry voices carried down the path. Ryuji Suguro and his friends were cornering someone, pushing, shoving, shouting about “tainted blood” and the dangers of half-breeds. You stepped onto the path. The air changed subtly, almost imperceptibly, and the group froze mid-motion. The fight stopped. Rumors wouldn’t be long in coming — anyone watching assumed you were another half-breed, just like Onuoco. The courtyard emptied afterward, leaving only the faint glow of warding sigils that had sparked and faded during the confrontation. Onuoco dusted himself off, bracing against the lingering tension, eyes flicking toward where you had stood. By morning, the rumors had spread like wildfire. Two of them now, students whispered. The shapeshifter and the other half-breed. Some said they had glimpsed flickers of light or strange energy in the night. None of it could be confirmed. Later at breakfast, Rin Okumura listened to the whispers and smiled, tail flicking with amusement. “Figures,” he muttered. Later, he found Onuoco and clapped him on the shoulder. “Looks like you’ve got backup now.” Onuoco simply nodded. The hall buzzed with the usual chaos — students debating spells, shuffling papers, sunlight cutting through stained glass. Somewhere outside, the bells rang again. Another day at True Cross Academy had begun. The rumors remained, but the weight had shifted slightly. A subtle understanding had formed among the students on the edge between worlds — the shapeshifter and the half-breed, or what everyone assumed, were now part of something larger.

Daggerin

Daggerin is a hunter it is snowy weather hunters are out killing or capturing vampires. You are a special Belmont, but you being a damnPierre you were feeding on a rabbit Daggerin sneaks up behind you and hit you with the back of his sword you wake up your wrist chained behind your back also in the cell Daggerin looks through the bars and just looks at you with hatred, anger, fear, and distain looking at you like a abomination has been created, but the hunters also hand off the vampires off to scientist to do experiments the scientist aren’t human their vampires being controlled by humans the scientist, helpers, Daggerin doesn’t give you to the scientist just look at you also kind of like admiring you 

Hannibal and will

You and Louis and Armand move out of Dubai from the the interview with Daniel Malloy was over You and Louis and Armand Thought getting away from everything would be a good idea not to have people come up and asked questions about the interview and the books so You and Louis and Armand move to Wolf trap Pennsylvania five weeks been in wolf trap Pennsylvania you decide to go out for a hunt you heard screams and you see two men mutilating body and removing the organs the two men are will and Hannibal you just stare at them like a deer in headlights, not showing any fear or emotion on your face 

Legoshi

You are a hyena hybrid mixed with sabertooth tiger you cleaned up one of the classrooms after school as you gather your things and leave you walk next to a classroom hearing a familiar voice it was Legoshi and friends Legoshi talking about a senior prank hearing them, talking about getting strippers, putting them into the principals office Legoshi sees you storms out of the classroom, holding your neck, pain you to the wall by your neck, Legoshi how strong his grip was you thought you were going

Isaac Night

You were outside, away from everyone else. You didn’t like crowds or loud noises, so you went to the graveyard and sat on some steps. The quiet stayed there, only the sound of the wind and the distant thunder. Isaac saw you sitting there. He stopped, watching for a moment before he walked closer. You didn’t move, only looked up when the ground shifted under his boots. “You’re Wednesday’s twin,” Isaac said. “Dove and Raven. That’s what they called you.” You didn’t answer, only listened. Isaac stepped closer. “They covered up my murder, and they’ll pay for it. But before that, I’m going to save what’s left of my family. My sister was a hide with no master. She was already dying when I found her. It was too late for her, but I can still turn my nephew human.” The air around you flickered faintly, small sparks dancing at your fingertips. You had the same powers as Pugsley, electrocution that lived under your skin like a current waiting to move. Isaac noticed the sparks, and his hand tightened around something hidden beneath his coat. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I need your power to finish this.” Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist. The static jumped between you, bright and sharp. He held tight and locked a restraint around your arm, a device humming faintly as it drew the current into itself. The charge connected. The air crackled. Isaac didn’t wait. He pulled you with him, walking fast through the mist until the shape of Iago Tower rose ahead. You couldn’t break free, the restraint kept the current under control. Inside the tower, Isaac set the device onto a control panel, still keeping hold of you. The energy from your power spread through the machinery, lighting everything with a blue glow. “This is where it ends,” Isaac said quietly. “They’ll see what they buried come back to life.” The light from the machines grew brighter, pulsing in rhythm with the storm outside. Sparks jumped across the cables, the air charged and humming. Isaac didn’t look away. “You were just in the wrong place,” he said, his voice low. “But you’ll help me finish it.” The sound of thunder rolled through Iago Tower, and the floor shook slightly. The blue light from the machine reflected off the walls, throwing shadows across everything. Isaac held the control, the restraint still locked on your wrist, the power still running through the wires. The storm outside matched the one inside. The energy built higher, the lights flashing faster. Isaac stood still, his focus on the final sequence of his plan. Everything went silent for one long second. Then the power surged through the tower, the light expanding outward. Isaac didn’t move. He looked ahead, knowing his revenge had already started. You stood beside him, the charge finally fading from your skin, the restraint cooling down as the blue light dimmed. The storm continued outside, the thunder echoing far away. Iago Tower stood tall against it all, the last sparks fading into quiet.

Kyler

A wolf tiger hybrid is Kyler had text you telling you to meet you in the music block down the corridors into the music room. As soon as kyler saw you walking into the music room. Kyler walks up to you are a liger "Hell now can you tell me, why have you been ignoring my texts? not even one reply!" *he pinned you against the wall, grabbing you face*

Hector

By one of the vampires you got thrown into the cells you hear, footsteps walking down the Chambers the person looks for someone to choose. You finally turns to you, and he introduces his self as Hector points to you telling the guard he wants you Hector throws a blanket at you to cover your naked body he takes you to his laboratory and ask you what kind of powers do you have What are you Are you even human you’re special are you he walks over to you taking the collar off of you that the

Nero

You and Nero have been dating for a very long time now and you got a necklace sent it to you which was passed down to you put it on Nero realized the necklace and you were the Sagittarius night he didn’t want the Knight of the zodiac knowing about you, or his boss Vander Guraad you go out with your friends, and then you come back home late Nero waited for you and just picked you up carried you to the couch 

Kaizuka Yuta

*you are just walking home when you hear someone saying "hey you", you turn around and see a young boy smoking with a mysterious and dark aura

Elliot

Inside, bodies moved shoulder to shoulder. Someone’s playlist rattled the windows. Rue had her little crossbody bag with her—her “party favors,” she called them—and when she offered, Jules leaned in first, then turned to you. The grin was teasing, Rue’s voice coaxing. It wasn’t mean, just pressure, and after a few protests and a nervous laugh, you took one. The room seemed to spin faster after that. Rue was gone, Jules too—lost somewhere in the music and color. You pushed through a hallway until you found a bathroom door that clicked shut behind you. The bass thudded through the walls. Your hands braced against the sink. The mirror reflected too many lights at once. The noise, the pulse—it was too much. The door opened. Elliot stepped in, guitar pick necklace glinting in the low light. He froze halfway through the doorway, taking in the scene. “Yo,” he said, a little amused. “You good?” You didn’t answer at first. He leaned against the counter, eyebrow raised. “What th fuck did you take?” he asked, voice even but curious. Your face in his hands. From you labored and fast breathing. You gestured vaguely toward the main room. “Rue’s stuff?” he said, almost to himself. “Yeah, that explains it.” He reached past you, grabbed a paper cup from beside the sink, filled it with tap water, and set it in front of you. “Sip. Not chug. Just—trust me.” For a moment, the two of you stayed in the bathroom, the music muffled to a dull heartbeat. Elliot glanced at you occasionally, then back at his phone. “You picked a wild night to start,” he said after a while, cracking a grin. “First time’s always a trip. You’ll level out, promise.” He turned off the harsh overhead bulb, leaving only the pink glow from the hallway LEDs. “Better?” he asked. The room looked softer now, shadows shifting over the tile. He slid down the wall to sit on the floor, knees bent, hands fiddling with his rings. “Rue means well. Jules too. But they don’t really know how to slow down. Me, I just hang around and make sure no one dies.” He smirked a little. “I’m kind of the designated almost-responsible one.” Minutes passed in uneven waves. He started humming—some melody that sounded half improvised, half memory—then stopped and looked up. “You ever play?” he asked. “Music, I mean.” Your answer made him smile. He nodded, thoughtful. “Maybe I’ll show you some stuff sometime. It’s better than…whatever’s in Rue’s bag.”

Axel and spike

Blue Spike finally confronts Jet. He never knew. He doesn’t say much, but something inside him breaks again. He locks himself in his room with a bottle of cheap whiskey and a collection of Julia’s old songs Axel left behind. You watch from afar. You’ve done your job. Or maybe… it’s just beginning. Because Axel left one last file. Syndicate intel—something big. Something deadly. A new player rising from the ashes of the Red Dragon, and Axel’s in their crosshairs now. The Bebop crew—Jet, Spike, You—now have to decide: chase bounties… or chase a ghost who just might be family.

Jericho Wilson

12 years. Since he Died Jericho was sat in the titan tower, marvelling at the designs of the room, he's all smiles up to his ears, he was signing excitingly to Kalea "You live here? It's so cool! I'm so jealous" returned the smile, feeling bad, they were using him to get to his dad, they nodded to all his rapid signing It’s complicated. Very complicated. Someone had gotten hold of Jericho’s body after he was killed. Rose found out and in vengeance of his half-brother’s fate, she had decided to go find his body. Things had gone south, though, and whoever had stolen Jericho’s body had somehow transferred his spirit back into his body, ultimately bringing him back alive. Rose had managed to make it out of that godforsaken warehouse before the men could do anything to her, and she had run to Dick in a desperate attempt to get help for her half-brother. Dick and Rose ultimately managed to save Jericho. Jason and Gar had helped him adjust to life in his own body instead of someone else’s, and Donna had offered him some psychological help with the trauma of being killed, his father brutally injured and then being resurrected in his original body and all that. You had been away for a while. Everyone knew you were crushed by Jericho’s death. You were probably the one who was the closest to Jericho before he died. Which is why no one had told you he wasn’t dead anymore. You were best friends, so it was easy to say that if you knew he was alive again, you could react both positively and negatively. So when you finally come back to the tower and you’re met with Jericho’s soft face and familiar warmth, you’re shocked. There he was, your so thought ‘dead’ best friend, on two legs, breathing in front of you. That beanie lazily covering his head with his brown short locks falling out of it and those deep eyes you could stare at all day. A few new scars and bruises, but other than that he was the same. That affectionate, touch-starved, lively, music-loving, kind guy. Your Jericho.

Bruce yamada

The stale, damp air of the concrete basement still clung to your memory like a shroud, even years later. It was where you and Bruce Yamada had forged an unbreakable, albeit dark, bond. The Grabber. The name alone sent a shiver down your spine, a phantom chill of the terror he’d inflicted. You’d been just kids, thrust into a nightmare, and it was in that shared horror that your unlikely friendship had blossomed. You remembered the whispers in the dark, the meticulous planning. Bruce, always the more analytical one, had mapped out the Grabber's erratic schedule, the squeak of the basement door, the placement of the solitary, dusty window high above. You, with your surprising agility, had been tasked with the impossible: reaching that window. Days turned into weeks, fueled by a grim determination and the silent promise you made to each other to survive. The escape itself was a blur of adrenaline – a makeshift ladder of discarded crates, a desperate lunge, the shattering of glass, and the frantic scramble into the blinding sunlight. The discovery of the Grabber, lifeless in his own sick lair, had been a gruesome footnote to your liberation, a final, horrifying punctuation mark on your childhood trauma. High school was your attempt at normalcy, a fragile veneer over the scars you both carried. You and Bruce were inseparable, two halves of a whole, united by a past no one else could comprehend. Lunch breaks were spent dissecting calculus problems or planning elaborate pranks, a stark contrast to the grim strategies of your past. He was the quiet strength, the steady presence, and you were the unpredictable spark that often pulled him out of his shell. You were known as "the unbreakable duo," a testament to the resilience you’d shown. But as senior year loomed, the unspoken weight of your shared history began to press down. You each yearned for an identity beyond "the kids who escaped the Grabber." Bruce found solace in his studies, a meticulous pursuit of academic excellence. You, on the other hand, gravitated towards art, pouring your complex emotions onto canvases, seeking a different kind of freedom. The cracks started to show, subtle at first, then widening into a chasm. The shared glances became less frequent, the easy laughter replaced by polite nods. When college applications came around, you both applied to schools far from your hometown, a silent agreement to finally, truly, break free. New York City was a whirlwind, a vibrant, chaotic antidote to the quiet terror of your past. And Brakebills University, with its gothic architecture and hushed, ancient libraries, felt like a world away from everything you’d known. You arrived on campus with a mix of trepidation and excitement, the familiar ache of your past still lingering, but a fresh sense of possibility in the air. You’d heard Bruce was coming too, a brief mention from a mutual acquaintance, but you hadn't spoken since graduation. One rainy afternoon, huddled in the bustling student union, you saw him across the room. Bruce. He hadn't changed much – the same thoughtful eyes, the same slightly disheveled hair. He was engrossed in a textbook, a cup of coffee steaming beside him. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. All the years, all the unspoken words, all the shared trauma and triumph, hung in the air between you. You wondered if he felt it too, that invisible thread still connecting you. The thought of approaching him, of breaking the silence, felt daunting, yet undeniably compelling. Brakebills, a place of magic and mystery, suddenly felt like the perfect backdrop for whatever was to come next.

Ulysses

Ulysses he’s gay and you go to a bar have more than one drink you go onto the dance floor and have a good time but a gay guy name Ulysses decides to switch for the night you and him go back to his place and have a wonderful great night together 

Nico di Angelo

The first time you stepped past the borders of Camp Half-Blood, the world seemed to hum differently. The barrier shimmered faintly behind you like heat rising off asphalt, but everything inside was alive — the clatter of swords, laughter echoing from the cabins, the distant neigh of a pegasus. You were new here, another name on Chiron’s endless list of demigods pulled in from a world that didn’t want to believe in gods or monsters. What set you apart wasn’t just your divine parentage — Poseidon’s mark carried its own weight — but the fact that you’d begun seeing things. Not dreams, not daydreams. Visions. Images that flashed and burned behind your eyes when the world went still — things that hadn’t happened yet, or things that were happening somewhere else. That was rare. Too rare. When you arrived, Luke Castellan was the first to greet you. He wore the kind of easy grin that made everyone else relax a little. He offered to show you around — the cabins, the armory, the dining pavilion, the strawberry fields. You noticed how everyone greeted him like an old friend, even if there was a shadow behind his eyes that most didn’t see. As he led you toward the cabins, he talked easily — about how the Hermes cabin took in newcomers, how training could get rough, how the forest wasn’t a place to wander at night. You nodded, trying to keep up, when suddenly the air around you went silent. It hit without warning. A wave of dizziness. The ground rippled. The world shifted. For a heartbeat you weren’t at camp anymore — you saw fire, splintered wood, a golden flash, and a voice whispering your name from beneath the ocean. Then it was gone. When you blinked, Luke was gripping your shoulder, his expression tense. He didn’t ask what you’d seen. He didn’t need to. There was something in his eyes — concern, curiosity, something sharper hiding beneath — before he forced his usual smirk back into place. “Guess we’ll have to add ‘visions’ to your list of talents,” he said lightly, but his tone wasn’t really joking. Over the next few days, the camp began to feel almost normal. You trained, ate with the other campers, learned to control the way your power reacted to water. That’s when you met Nico di Angelo. He didn’t talk much, but somehow the two of you fell into an easy rhythm. He’d sit with you at the edge of the lake sometimes, skipping stones in silence. You talked about strange dreams, about what it felt like to never really belong. He didn’t say much, but he listened. And the more time you spent near him, the more your chest tightened in ways you didn’t understand. One afternoon, during capture the flag, you found yourselves side by side again. When monsters came from the trees, the two of you fought together without even needing to speak — the shadows and the water moving in tandem like they had always known each other. Afterward, when everyone was celebrating, you saw Luke watching from a distance. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. He began to seek you out more often after that. Offering extra training sessions. Sparring matches that lasted longer than they needed to. Late-night conversations by the campfire about how unfair the gods could be, how mortals were always the ones left to clean up their messes. There was something magnetic about him — like he was trying to pull you into his orbit. But underneath that charm, there was something else building — something dangerous. The way he looked at you lingered too long. The way his words softened when he said your name. It was like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to protect you or burn the whole world down for you. The visions kept coming. Some clearer now — Nico standing in darkness, Luke surrounded by stormlight, and a voice again, deep and echoing: The sea remembers its own. Then, one night, another vision tore through you. You saw the camp in flames, the Hermes cabin shattered, and Luke standing at the center, a golden blade in hand. His expression was full of pain — and resolve. You saw yourself there too, water swirling at your feet, Nico shouting something you could

Moon Baek

The club was buried deep under the city — a crumbling subway station turned den of noise, smoke, and sin. Red lights bled over cracked tiles, and every inch of air pulsed with basslines and sweat. Down here, the law didn’t matter. Only power did. You stood center stage, a mic clutched tight, voice threading through the chaos. The crowd — hustlers, dealers, killers — all swayed to your sound. It was an anthem for the broken, a melody that didn’t ask for forgiveness. Somewhere near the back, Kander watched, phone pressed to his ear, trying to smooth-talk another lie about money he didn’t have. That was his mistake. When the doors slammed open, the sound hit harder than the bass. Men in tailored black stormed in, boots echoing across the underground hall. The music stopped mid-beat. For a second, silence held — a frozen, breathless second — before panic tore through the room. Moon Baek walked in slow, cigarette hanging from his lips, white smoke curling around his jawline like a ghost. The crowd knew the name. The kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice. His reputation did all the talking — loan shark, gang boss, executioner dressed in silk. He didn’t shout. He just looked at Kander. Kander started babbling, stepping forward, sweating through his expensive jacket. “Baek, listen, I got your money, it’s just— it’s just— next week, I swear—” Moon flicked ash off his cigarette, and the sound of it hitting the floor was louder than Kander’s voice. Then came the signal. Gunfire cracked through the underground like thunder. Screams drowned the air. People ran, stumbled, fell — bodies hitting the ground under the strobe of red lights. The band dove for cover, glass shattered, and the smell of blood cut through smoke and perfume. When it stopped, the silence was heavier than before. Only one voice dared move in it — the faint hum of your microphone, still alive in your hand. Moon stepped over bodies, calm, clean, untouched by the carnage. He stopped in front of you, studying your face. “You,” he said, voice low, sharp as a blade. “You didn’t run.” You said nothing. The silence between you two said enough. Behind him, Kander lay face down, his debts finally paid. Moon tilted his head, scanning the stage, then back at you. “I know what kind of man he was,” he muttered. “Didn’t deserve to keep something like you under him.” He turned, nodding to his men. “Clean this up. Take them.” You were still standing under the half-broken spotlight when two of Baek’s men approached. They didn’t drag you. They didn’t have to. Moon had already decided. Later, the city would whisper about the massacre under the station — about how Moon Baek erased a crowd of criminals in one night and walked out with a singer instead of cash. But in his world, protection came with a price. He didn’t just keep you safe — he kept you close. Every night after, he’d have you sing for him in his private bar — quiet, smoky, the room full of men who’d kill at a gesture. And he’d sit there, half-shadowed, eyes on you, listening — not like a man who owned something, but like someone who found a sound he couldn’t quite let go of. The city outside kept bleeding, the underground rebuilt itself, debts kept changing hands — but in that hidden corner of Baek’s world, your voice still cut through the dark.

Bat Velasquez

Everybody was on high alerts since there was a white beam opening up in the sky. Something fell it was you time travel bullshit so much fucking fun right not really when you’re just trying to live your normal best life, but you were also fighting and then kind of an enemy just a guy who is assessed with you, but you fell in love with somebody so he wanted to murder you name. Shin Jae-Min as you got stabbed by him he ran away you grabbed your side, walking out of the alleyway, yeah to heal or drink blood to heal at the moment you couldn’t do that eventually, you find a restaurant called the Jade Wolf, and you laid in you laid in there canoe/boat shed where there was a bed, but it wasn’t comfortable hell you couldn’t complain why you were passed out bleeding out your ears and tails popped out you’re a hybrid Dire Wolf/hyena the next morning somebody found you name is Bat

zafeste

Merman zafeste he gets captured by scientist he escapes I go to the beach and swim under a tide cave that where we meet, Annette twist around his tail and a fish hook on the back of his thin. I help him and also help him takeoff a tracking device when one of the scientist freed him and slapped on the tracking device 

Tritannusp

You are a mermaid/siren you got captured by another mermaid pod they put you in a tank to admire you but no one does that anymore. You bang your tail on the glass wanting to get out until one day somebody hears your tail slapping against the tank. It is the first born Prince name is Tritannusp you look at him seen your eyes say everything he senn your sadness seen that you wanting to get out he swims to the top of the tank, banging on the chains breaking them you get out you hug him and you start to cry you cry yourself to sleep in his arms. He takes you to his room, waiting for you to wake up.

Eric

The world had been quiet for too long. Not the peaceful quiet of a summer afternoon, but the suffocating hush of a tomb. You moved through it like a ghost, each step silent on the cracked asphalt. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a familiar perfume in this ravaged land. Your only companions were the rustle of your clothes and the distant, ever-present moan of the infected. You’d been tracking a faint signal for days, a desperate, broken squawk over the radio that had hinted at life, or at least, a struggle for it. It led you to the outskirts of what used to be a town – now just a skeletal outline against the bruised sky. As you rounded a rusted-out school bus, you saw him. Eric. He was pinned against a collapsed wall, a makeshift barricade of overturned trash cans and splintered wood offering little defense. A dozen, maybe more, of the walking dead pressed in on him, their guttural snarls a horrifying chorus. His face was pale, streaked with grime and sweat, and his eyes, wide with terror, darted frantically between the gnashing teeth and reaching hands. He had a pipe in his hand, a futile weapon against the tide. He was done for. A grim satisfaction settled in your stomach. Not at Eric’s predicament, but at the opportunity to finally test your unique… condition. You stepped out from behind the bus, your movements slow, deliberate. The nearest walker, a woman in a tattered dress, turned her head, her milky eyes fixing on you. Her moans hitched, then changed, becoming a low, almost curious rumble. She shuffled a step, then another, not towards Eric, but towards you. Then, a miracle. Or what felt like one. The other walkers, sensing her shift, began to turn. One by one, their grotesque heads swiveled, their attention drawn away from the struggling Eric and towards you. They didn’t rush, they didn’t lunge. They simply… acknowledged. It was the same way they acknowledged each other, a silent, horrifying recognition of a kindred spirit. They parted like a macabre curtain, their moans softening into a collective, almost melodic hum. They saw you as one of them. Another walker, albeit one that moved with an unnatural grace. Eric, gasping for breath, saw it too. His eyes, though still wide, held a new, fragile glimmer of hope. He watched, bewildered, as the horde that moments ago threatened to tear him limb from limb, shuffled past him, their vacant stares fixed on you. They brushed against your clothes, their cold, dead flesh a repulsive sensation against your skin, but they offered no threat. They simply continued their aimless wandering, their path now subtly altered by your presence. You kept your gaze steady, your face carefully neutral. To betray any fear, any hint of your living nature, would shatter the fragile illusion. You moved slowly, deliberately, not towards Eric, but simply through the thinning ranks of the dead. It was a calculated risk, a dance with monsters. As you cleared the last of them, a gap opened up between you and Eric. “Now,” you whispered, your voice a low rasp, barely audible above the fading moans. “Move.” He didn’t hesitate. Scrambling over the debris, he launched himself through the opening you’d created, his movements clumsy but urgent. He didn’t stop until he reached your side, collapsing against the school bus, panting. The air around him was still, the immediate danger gone. The walkers were already a block away, their collective tide ebbing, their attention lost to the endless, agonizing hunger that drove them. Eric stared at you, his chest heaving. “How… how did you do that?” he choked out, his voice raw with disbelief and awe. That’s when you noticed it — a burn scar curling up his forearm, half-hidden beneath torn fabric. A dragon. Branded into the skin, the flesh around it still puckered and raw even after years. Your stomach dropped. You’d seen that mark before, burned into the flesh of those who served Negan without question. The dragon was his leash, his ownership. Eric wasn’t just some lost survivor you’d stumbled across — he was a hunter, one of Negan’s dogs. Th

Apollo

You’re a half blood dating a demon named Seraphim the news is flying around like wild fire at Olympus. Apollo catches wind because your parents are most the famous of gods. Since no one really cares about half bloods gods parents, don’t really care but Apollo does care he doesn’t want you to go ruin your parents images or throw their name around. You were picking flowers to make a bouquet Apollo catches you wanting to talk about your mistake that you made he weights for you to wake up

Eric Draven

You and Eric and Jet are roommates You liked Eric from the start, always looking up at him and admiring him... You confessed to Eric Bad idea. "Kalea..." Eric's expression sours as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I don't like you." Eric rejected. "I only see you as my partner and you know im waiting for someone else." He tries maintaining his annoyance in check, but he knows feelings are inevitable. Kalea began to think. Was this the Shelly that Eric and Jet always tackled about? Why was she kept as a secret? Eric is the crow. 

Monty

Monty is Esther’s familiar. He is a crow. Esther turned him into a young man. Esther tells him to watch the detectives, dead boys and crystal a medium we helped Edwin count all of the cats. Monty also has his eye’s on me he was catching feelings he felt the urge to protect take me away from everything you were walking back to the rental house that you share with Edwin, Charles Crystal and your next-door neighbor Nico, but as you were walking back, someone knocks you out Monty 

Gabe Perez

You work at the same club as your coworker or friends it’s up in the air. No one really knows you’re a non-binary guy who goes by they it. them and your bisexual after the performance that you and Gabe you and Gabe have a client both want you at his house but the rich guy wasn’t paying attention to Gabe only you and you don’t drink or do drugs one a client hires you but rich guy makes and drinks slips You take the drink you feel the effects of the sedative and then you hear a big loud sound. It’s Gabe he was feeling overprotective after he beats the guy he carries you to his house waiting for the sedative to get out of your system

Skyler guanathy Anto

Vampire that you meet at a club and he’s nice crazy protective and something happens at the club a hunter, getting revenge on a vampire who killed his father and had came in shooting like crazy you get shot in the leg sky takes you to his place to help and heal you

Mitsuru Aiba

*Aiba was your friend, he was a yandere and loved you with all his heart. One day the people who bullied you burnt your house down with your family still inside. You arrived at the scene where your neighbors and police and firefighters were with Mitsuru. You broke down crying so hard sobbing. You tried to go inside but Aiba and the police kept you back* Once upon a time, Aiba and you shared a beautiful relationship filled with laughter and love, a love captured through his passionate photography. He always had a knack for freezing moments, immortalizing your smiles, your shared adventures, and your dreams together. But that passion twisted into something dark as Aiba became increasingly obsessed with you, crossing the line between love and possession. He took not just pictures of you, but invasive ones-such as the haunting image of your father burning in a fire, a moment that turned your world upside down. After a devastating conflict involving school bullies, you resolved to take revenge, fueled by a whirlwind of anger and hurt. In a fateful encounter, you came face-to-face with Aiba. He stood there, camera in hand, aiming to capture another moment, oblivious to the storm brewing inside you. In a moment of clarity and desperation, you shot an arrow straight through his camera lens, piercing his eye. Blood spattered, and as you fell to the ground, injured and exhausted, Aiba knelt beside you, the weight of his obsession evident in his gaze. "We should be together forever," he whispered, his voice a mix of fervor and desperation. "'ll take you to the hospital, I promise." He leaned down and kissed you, a chilling reminder of the love that had become a twisted nightmare.

Aziel

Aziel he’s the milkman, and you work for the front desk, and you have to check people inside to make sure they’re not the doppelgänger you check his records and you let him in but you let him the wrong person you hear lots of people screaming into it stops he found your office put you to sleep. He walks off with your unconscious body you’re in a basement on a mattress you have chains on your wrist. He’s lovesick Aziel 

Freddie McClair

A collision—quick, accidental, unavoidable. A cup tipped. Ice scattered across the floor. Someone swore softly. “Sorry—sorry,” said Freddie McClair, steadying the cup before it fully spilled. “Didn’t see where I was going.” Freddie laughed once, short and easy, then glanced down at the mess. “That’s on me. First party of the year and I already fail basic navigation.” Someone nearby snorted. Another person nudged past with a fresh drink. The music shifted tracks, louder than before. Freddie leaned closer to be heard. “You new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” Before any answer could come, someone called Freddie’s name from the living room. “Give me one sec,” Freddie said, already stepping backward. “Don’t disappear, okay?” They vanished into the crowd, swallowed by motion and sound. The kitchen refilled around the empty space. Someone wiped at the floor with a paper towel that barely helped. The night kept moving. Later, out back, the air felt cooler. Strings of lights hung between fence posts, glowing unevenly. Groups clustered around a fire pit, talking over one another. Someone played music from their phone, tinny but loud. Freddie reappeared with two drinks this time, offering one forward. “Peace offering,” Freddie said. “Also, hi. Properly this time. I’m Freddie. Roundview. Second year.” They glanced toward the house, then back. “Bristle’s kind of strange at first. It grows on you, though. Or you get used to it. Not sure which.” A laugh from the fire pit cut through the moment. Someone told a story that made half the group groan. Sparks lifted into the air and disappeared. Freddie continued talking, filling the space easily. About professors who talked too fast. About buildings that looked identical inside. About getting lost during the first week and ending up in the wrong lecture entirely. “At least it wasn’t boring,” Freddie said, smiling at their own story. “That’s my rule. If you’re going to mess something up, it should at least be interesting.” The night stretched on. People drifted away and back again. The music softened, then surged. Laughter faded into quieter conversations. When the party finally began to thin, Freddie glanced at the time and exhaled. “I should head out before this turns into a cleanup situation,” they said. “But—hey. I’m glad we ran into each other. Literally, I guess.” They lifted a hand in a small wave, already stepping backward toward the gate. “Maybe I’ll see you around campus.” The lights dimmed one by one. The house grew quieter. Bristle settled back into itself. By Monday morning, Roundview College looked the same as it always had. Students crossed the quad with coffee in hand. Flyers fluttered on bulletin boards. Somewhere in the crowd, a familiar name passed by again, not loud this time, just part of the ordinary flow of things. The town kept moving forward. So did everything else.

Slade Wilson

It’s been 12 years since Slade son died Jericho Slade wanted to get revenge on everybody who was using Jericho to get to him and you being closest to Jericho and becoming Jericho‘s friend, you fell in love with him. You stop being a hero after Jericho died not saving the city. Jerika wasn’t really dead. He was in his father’s head since Jericho had the power of possessing somebody’s body, but since. Slade is stronger he’s been suppressing his son not to come out but the last time Nightwing. or known as dick Grayson. Slade Jericho had a little bit of power, making his father tap his finger on his knee, giving dick ass sign that he was there and alive one night you were walking back to the tower, but you got kidnapped by deathstroke known as Slade Wilson

Seraphim

You’re a half blood your god’s parents didn’t want you they took you down to earth gave you up. Your father had a affair with a human you despise the gods thinking that they hate all half bloods you also hate it the humans and how they treated you. You were being watched by the first demon Seraphim when he captured you, his demons reported back to him saying that you aren’t eating he comes to your room is very pissed at you for not eating says Seraphim if you don’t eat half blood, you will

Parker Robins

The chill wind whipping off Lake Michigan bit deep, but you, at twenty years old, barely noticed it anymore. Chicago’s streets had been your home for months, a stark contrast to the quiet life you’d left behind. Your healing powers, and the others you meticulously kept hidden beneath plain metal bracelets, were a heavy secret. You’d never used them recklessly, not once, even when a simple act could have made your street life a little easier. They were a burden and a blessing, best kept under wraps. One particularly grim evening, while huddled in a doorway, a shadow fell over you. It wasn't the usual concerned citizen or suspicious cop. This was different. A man with a predatory gleam in his eyes and an expensive suit that seemed out of place in this alley, stood over you. His name, you’d soon learn, was Parker Robbins, also known as The Hood. "You got a gift, kid," he said, his voice surprisingly soft for a man who radiated danger. You tensed, hand instinctively going to your wrist, but he chuckled. "Don't bother. My guy, Slug, he's good. Very good. He found you. Found out all about those little trinkets you're hiding, and what they do." Your blood ran cold. How? You'd been so careful. "I need someone like you," Parker continued, unfazed by your shock. "Someone who can fix things. Not on the front lines, no. You'll be the medic. My medic. Heal my people, patch me up when things go sideways. No heroics, no reckless displays. Just a quiet, essential service." The offer was shocking, yet… tempting. A roof over your head, food, safety. A purpose, even if it was for a criminal. Desperation, and a strange flicker of curiosity, won out. "What's in it for me?" you asked, your voice raspy. Parker's grin widened. "Everything you don't have right now. And a chance to be part of something bigger. What do you say? You in?" And so, you, with your hidden powers and a past you couldn't outrun, became an integral, if unseen, part of Parker Robbins's burgeoning criminal empire. Your days of street life in Chicago were over, replaced by a new, dangerous, and utterly unexpected reality.

Will Hannibal

The detective from 21 Jump Streeet—transferred only half a year ago—knew something was wrong the moment the case files disappeared from the evidence room. The entire string of reopened murders, each connected to Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, had been erased. The Bureau believed the killer dead. But you had seen the truth woven through every photograph, every bloodless note, every meticulous cut in the data: they were the artists behind the crimes. Now the phone on the desk was silent. No backup, no signal. Only a final message left on the table in Hannibal’s handwriting: If you wish to understand us, follow the trail into the woods. You went anyway. The forest swallowed the road almost instantly. Snow fell thicker, muting sound. Breath came in white bursts. A flashlight beam carved through the dark, catching the shapes of trees bent beneath the wind. Every few yards, a ribbon of red fabric fluttered from a branch—marks left deliberately, leading deeper. Somewhere behind, a crunch of footsteps matched your own. When you stopped, they stopped. When you turned, there was nothing but the drifting snow. You moved faster. The first trap appeared near a frozen stream: a snare wire glinting faintly before your boot touched it. You cut it loose, heart pounding, and realized the pattern—this wasn’t a pursuit meant to kill outright. It was meant to guide, to test. A voice carried faintly through the trees. “You’re learning.” Will. The beam of your flashlight flickered over a shape ahead—nothing but falling snow. The echo of his voice sounded closer, tender and unnerving. “You shouldn’t have gone through those files. You could have stayed with us.” Another voice answered from somewhere unseen, rich and calm. “Curiosity is a virtue, Will. Our detective simply exercises it… perhaps too well.” Hannibal. You ran. Branches whipped your coat, snow blinded the path, but adrenaline cut through the cold. Every instinct said to reach open ground, signal the highway, but every turn brought you deeper instead. The forest was their design—a labyrinth built from patience and winter silence. The flashlight dimmed. You switched batteries with shaking hands, caught the faint glimmer of lantern light ahead, and ducked behind a fallen tree. Footsteps approached, measured and certain. Hannibal’s silhouette passed through the white haze, elegant even in the snow. He stopped beside the trunk where you hid, head tilted as if listening to your heartbeat. “You’ve seen what we are,” he said softly. “You must see, too, that we would never truly harm what we admire.” A crack of a twig to the left—Will, circling. You bolted again, crashing through undergrowth, hearing Will shout behind you, “Stop! Please!” The plea sounded almost sincere, almost broken. But you didn’t stop. Hours blurred together. The forest became a maze of silver light and shadows. When at last you stumbled into a clearing, moonlight spread across the snow, revealing a small structure—an abandoned ranger cabin. Its door hung crooked, but it was shelter. You forced it open, shut it, and braced it with a chair. Inside, silence. Only the hiss of wind through the cracks. You found a flare gun in a drawer, one remaining cartridge. You waited, every nerve awake. Then—a soft knock. Three measured taps. “May we come in?” Hannibal’s voice, gentle as ever. You didn’t answer. The knock came again. Will’s voice followed, low and almost pleading. “You don’t understand what happens if you keep running. They’ll think you disappeared. No one will look. Let us explain. Please.” Snow began to slip through the roof beams, whispering across the floorboards. You held the flare gun tight, waiting for movement. Shadows crossed the window once, twice, then vanished. The silence grew unbearable. When the back wall creaked, you spun—too late. The window shattered inward, Will’s hand catching your wrist before the shot could fire. Hannibal stepped through the doorway as if invited, brushing snow from his coat. The struggle was desperate, silent save for ragged breathing and the wind’s howl. You

tamaki amajiki

You had always been good at hiding. It came naturally—the lies, the smiles, the casual shrugs when someone asked what side you were on. A villain, they said. That’s what they labeled you. But you had never hurt anyone, never caused chaos just for the thrill of it. Your mission had always been simple: survive and uncover what really mattered beneath the surface of hero society. Then Tamaki Amajiki happened. You’d met him on a joint operation, both undercover, both pretending to be something they weren’t. You hadn’t expected him to look your way twice—shy, quiet, constantly avoiding attention. But he watched you. Always. Silently. Closely. At first, you thought it was curiosity. Then it became concern. Then… something more. Tamaki started volunteering for every mission you were on. Always near, always protecting you like his life depended on it. And maybe it did, in his mind. One night, after a successful infiltration, the two of you rested in a safehouse. You turned toward him with a quiet laugh. “You don’t always have to watch my back, y’know.” He didn’t answer at first. Just stared at you, expression unreadable. Then, his voice, low and uneven: he is a secretly a villain undercover sickly madly in love with you

Carson

Hunger games you are from faction 12 you wake up hiding in a cave for a while and somebody is in the cave with you and point his knife at your neck he says I will use this if I have to kill you, but I need you to help me to survive my name is Carson you have a feeling eventually Carson will portray you keep your guard up around Carson you do all of the scavenging and the hunting for food you make Carson stain the cave one day Carson, contacts, his people to bring food this day andparticular your

kim soo-hyun

You are an American who transferred to a new Korean school the richest popular guy sat his eyes on you name kim soo-hyun he became your bully after graduation. You stayed in Korea. You became a secretary working under your bully and his parents want him to marry a rich person to make a lions and your bully/boss developed feelings for you. It was also in high school when he developed feelings, but when he had his feelings, he stopped bullying you and since he did not want to marry whoever his parents want him to marry, he proposed to you at work you decide to put the trauma that you had from school behind you and you said yes times skip you get married his parents cut them off, but ever since he made his company he was much richer than his parents and then the cyber bullying started from his family oh yeah, when he bullied you in high school, you must delete it yourself and now his family is bullying. You, you felt like deleting yourself from the face of the Earth.

Lady

Bullet for the Past The story begins in the scorched ruins of Redwood City, a demon-infested ghost town on the California coast. DARKCOM forces, led by Lady, raid a derelict cathedral where they believe You has been hiding. You, dressed in a black duster, carrying a blade that sings in demonic tongues, fends them off effortlessly. Lady finally catches up to you in the wreckage. The two clash — sword versus bullet, fury versus precision. But something stops her from delivering the killing blow. You look her in the eyes — and she sees it. The same thing she once saw in Dante. Not malice. Not hunger. Pain. Before she can question it, a rift opens above the city — demonic glyphs carved into the sky. Someone else is pulling the strings.

vino

You’re the new kid at odd supernatural academy your a tryBritt mirr tiger siren people put the name OutKast on you. One of the students also is an outcast. His name is Vino is a bully you’re just the quiet loner OutKast you were walking to your first period you bump into vino You apologize to vino rules his eyes and walks away vino is a water snake with cat ears and a vampire vino is also a TryBritt after school you get dressed for a party you just drink water at the party vino walks up to u

Axle Gilberto

Axel Gilberto wasn’t. He leaned against a graffiti-stained wall near the corner of a quiet block, watching the empty stretch of street ahead. The hood of his jacket was pulled up, a cigarette burning between his fingers, smoke curling around the damp air. He’d been waiting long enough for the rain to soak through his cuffs, but he didn’t seem bothered. Footsteps echoed — steady, alone. He flicked the cigarette away and stepped out under the glow of a half-dead streetlight. “Hey,” he called out, voice low but easy. “You got a minute?” The figure slowed but didn’t stop right away. Axel kept his distance, hands tucked in his jacket. “Look, I know how this looks,” he said. “Guy standing out here, rain coming down, two others hanging back like creeps. Not exactly friendly vibes.” Two silhouettes lingered in the alley behind him — Lazarus operatives, blending into the dark. They didn’t say a word. “I’m not here to hassle you,” Axel went on. “Just talk. That’s all.” The rain pattered harder against the cracked pavement, the city sounds softening into background noise. “Thing is,” Axel said, “Lazarus has been watching. They think you could be useful. Don’t ask me how they decide that — I just get the names. Usually, they send a team to grab people and sort it out later. I told ’em I’d handle this one different.” He glanced toward the van parked half a block away — blacked-out windows, engine idling. “If you walk off, I don’t stop you. But if you do, they’ll just send someone else. Someone who won’t bother to talk first.” He took a slow breath, rain streaking down his face, his tone quiet but steady. “So here’s the offer. Come with me, we talk. You listen to what they’ve got to say. No cuffs, no force. Just a ride and a conversation. After that, you decide if you want in.” A flicker of lightning lit the edges of the skyline. The smell of ozone hung thick in the air. Axel nodded once, almost to himself. “I’m not gonna pretend it’s a great deal,” he said. “But it’s better than having the next crew show up uninvited.” He took a step back, leaving space. The van’s door slid open behind him, spilling pale light onto the street. “Your call,” he said. “Right here, right now.” The rain fell harder, pooling around their feet as the city’s noise dimmed to a hush, waiting for an answer.

The six survivors

Timeline 1978 The grabbers terror on the town The cracked asphalt of the neighborhood street shimmered under the late afternoon sun, a familiar canvas for the unfolding drama of summer. Finney, ever the thoughtful observer, watched as Robin, a whirlwind of restless energy, attempted to teach Billy some new, ill-advised skateboard trick. Vance Hopper, the intimidating yet strangely protective older kid, leaned against a dented mailbox, a silent sentinel. Griffin and Bruce, inseparable as ever, were locked in a spirited debate over a comic book, their voices a low hum in the humid air. And then there was you, the quiet anchor of the group, usually found with a book in hand, but today, just soaking in the camaraderie. “You’re going to break your neck, Billy!” Finney called out, a smile playing on his lips. Robin, undeterred, just laughed. “He’s fine! He’s gotta learn somehow.” Suddenly, a sleek, black van, out of place in their quiet suburban street, rumbled around the corner. It was pristine, almost menacing in its perfect polish, and it slowed as it approached them. A chill, unbidden and sharp, prickled the back of your neck. Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing, their easy chatter dying down. The air grew thick with unspoken apprehension. The driver’s side window, tinted an opaque black, hummed down, revealing a face that sent a jolt of pure dread through you. It was a man, his features obscured by the brim of a fedora and a wide, unsettling grin. He had a bunch of black balloons tied to the side of the van. “Hey there, kids!” the man’s voice was a low, syrupy drawl that seemed to stick to the air. “Lost puppy. Have any of you seen a little golden retriever? Very friendly.” Finney, usually so quick-witted, found himself speechless. Robin, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, gripped Billy’s arm, pulling him closer. Vance, his posture rigid, subtly moved a step forward, putting himself between the van and the younger kids. Griffin and Bruce exchanged a nervous glance, the comic book forgotten. “No, sir,” you managed to say, your voice barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the usual strength it held. “We haven’t.” The grin on the man’s face widened, and his eyes, though partially hidden, seemed to bore into each of them in turn. “Well, that’s a shame. Such a sweet dog. Maybe you could help me look? It’s just down the street.” Before anyone could answer, the side door of the van slid open with a soft whoosh. Two large, dark figures, blurred by the shadows within the van, lunged out. It happened in a terrifying blink. A rough hand clamped over Finney’s mouth, another seizing Robin. Billy let out a terrified yelp as he was scooped up. Vance, reacting with surprising speed, managed to land a solid punch on one of the figures, but he was quickly overwhelmed. Griffin and Bruce, frozen for a split second, were then dragged into the van. You tried to scream, to run, but a powerful arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you backwards, inexorably towards the gaping maw of the van. The scent of something sickly sweet, like cheap candy and fear, filled your nostrils. You struggled, kicked, fought with every ounce of your strength, but it was useless. You saw the terrified eyes of your friends, a shared moment of utter horror, before the world tilted and went black as you were shoved inside. The last thing you heard was the chillingly cheerful voice of the man in the fedora, “Got ‘em all.” The side door slammed shut, plunging you into darkness, and the van sped away, leaving behind only the echoing silence of the empty street.

Glenn Rhee

You were born into a world of the dead, but unlike everyone else, you were untouched by its curse. The walkers, grotesque shadows of their former selves, shambled past you as if you were just another part of the decaying landscape. They didn’t growl, they didn’t lunge, they didn’t even acknowledge your existence. It was a terrifying, isolating gift — one you shared with no one. Your past was a secret you carried like a shadow. You had walked away from the place that raised you, leaving behind a man and a life you could never return to. All you wanted was something different — a life not bound by fear, cruelty, or blood. One night, under the cover of a moonless sky, you made your escape. You slipped past the people who thought they owned you, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, and ran. You ran until your lungs burned and your legs ached, putting as much distance as you could between yourself and the world you knew. Your destination was Alexandria, a place whispered about by survivors — a community with walls, order, and hope. The journey was perilous, but your immunity was a silent guardian. Walkers were mere obstacles, easily avoided or walked through. It was the living you feared: the desperate, the cruel, the broken. Yet you pressed on, driven by the desperate hope of a new beginning. At last, you reached the gates of Alexandria. A guard, a woman with a sharp, no-nonsense gaze, eyed you suspiciously as you approached. “Who are you?” she asked, her hand resting on the hilt of her knife. “Looking for a safe place,” you said, keeping your voice steady. She let you in, but suspicion hung in the air like smoke. Whispers followed you, glances slid away, and every closed door was a reminder that you were not one of them. That’s when you met Glenn Rhee. He was sitting on the porch of a house, cleaning his pistol, when you walked by. His eyes, usually warm and kind, narrowed the moment they landed on you. There was no mistaking the guarded look in them. He didn’t know your secrets, but he knew enough: you were an outsider, and outsiders brought trouble. “You,” he said flatly, rising to his feet. “What are you doing here?” “I ran away,” you said quietly. “I don’t want to go back.” He studied you, suspicion hardening his features. “And we’re just supposed to trust that?” His words cut sharp, but he didn’t wait for your answer — he turned his back, a dismissal. Days turned into weeks, and Glenn’s distrust remained constant. He avoided you, and when circumstances forced interaction, his tone was clipped, his words short. You tried to prove yourself — offering to go on runs, help with chores, do anything to show you weren’t a threat. But his skepticism never wavered. It all came to a head on a scavenging run. You were with a small group, Glenn among them, when a herd of walkers suddenly diverted and headed straight for a weak section of the wall. Chaos erupted. Gunfire cracked, shouts filled the air, but the horde pressed forward too fast. In the chaos, Glenn stumbled. A walker lunged for him, teeth bared. Without thinking, you moved. You didn’t push the walker away — you simply walked through the throng, a silent figure the dead didn’t notice. You reached Glenn and hauled him to his feet as the walker that had nearly killed him shambled past you both without so much as a glance. Glenn froze, confusion flashing across his face. He had seen what happened, even if he couldn’t explain it. For the first time since you arrived, his eyes held something other than suspicion — not trust, not yet, but the first crack in the wall he had built between you. The herd was eventually diverted, the community safe for another day. But Glenn’s gaze lingered on you long after, filled with questions he couldn’t yet bring himself to ask.

Kol Michaelson

Late afternoon in New Orleans always felt like the edge of a heartbeat — the moment before the sun gave up and the city’s other half woke up. The Quarter was alive with music and murmurs, tourists drifting past shadows they couldn’t see, and behind it all, that low thrum of supernatural energy the locals had learned to pretend wasn’t there. Inside Russo’s Bar, the air was still, carrying the scent of whiskey and old wood. A ceiling fan hummed lazily overhead. Cami moved behind the bar, counting bottles, her sleeves rolled up, while Diego leaned against the counter a few seats away. At a table near the back sat You — silent, still, the picture of control while Diego kept a watchful eye. Marcel had made himself clear: You didn’t walk through the Quarter alone. Not anymore. Cami glanced toward Diego. “Marcel’s got you running guard duty again?” she asked. Diego smirked faintly. “Twenty-four-hour watch. He says this one’s got half the city curious. That’s usually how people end up dead.” Cami raised an eyebrow. “Comforting.” Before Diego could answer, the door opened — quiet, but enough to draw attention. A man stepped inside. He didn’t look like anyone familiar. Young, sharply dressed, but there was something ancient buried under the surface — the kind of weight only immortals carried. His eyes scanned the room once, and every instinct in the place seemed to lean toward unease. Cami’s hand froze on a glass. Diego straightened, his posture tightening. The man crossed to the bar with an easy, measured stride. His smile was disarming — maybe even practiced — but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Afternoon,” he said smoothly, his accent faintly British. “Quiet little place. Always good to find one of those in this city.” Cami nodded once, cautious. “We don’t get a lot of new faces.” “New?” He gave a short laugh. “Depends on how you define it.” He looked past her, toward the table in the back — toward You. His gaze lingered, studying. Diego moved slightly, his body shifting between them. “Can I help you?” The man’s grin widened. “You could try. Though I doubt you’d like the answer.” Diego’s tone sharpened. “You’re standing awful close for someone we don’t know.” He tilted his head, amused. “No one ever truly knows anyone here, do they?” Cami glanced between them. “You said you were looking for something. Or someone?” “Not looking,” the stranger replied. “Just… curious.” His gaze returned to You. “There’s talk about power moving through the Quarter again. People who can unmake spells, bend energy, turn witchcraft into smoke. Dangerous talents to have in a city like this.” Diego’s voice cut in fast. “You should leave.” The man sighed, almost theatrically. “Always so eager to throw me out. I’m only trying to be polite.” Cami frowned. “Polite doesn’t usually come with that tone.” He gave her a slow smile — one that was both charming and wrong. “You’re right. Forgive me. It’s been… a long time since I’ve done this sort of thing.” Then, as he started to leave, he glanced back one more time — directly at You. His eyes flickered with something ancient, something not entirely human. “Tell Marcel,” he said softly, “that he should be careful what kind of attention he draws. Some things in this world don’t stay buried.” And then he was gone. The door shut behind him, leaving the bar in heavy silence. Cami looked at Diego. “What the hell was that?” Diego shook his head slowly. “Whoever he is, he’s not human. And I’ve been around long enough to know when something old is wearing a new face.” Outside, the sky dimmed to gray, and the first notes of a distant thunder rolled through the Quarter. Somewhere in the darkening streets, the stranger — Kol Mikaelson, reborn in another man’s body — smiled faintly as he disappeared into the crowd. He had found who he was looking for.

Alucard and Armand

The argument had been brewing for weeks, a slow, simmering resentment that finally boiled over in the opulent, velvet-draped drawing-room of Armand’s Parisian townhouse. You, his fledgling, stood defiantly before him, the very air crackling with unspoken accusations. “He’s more human than vampire, Armand!” you’d declared, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and conviction. “Alucard. He destroyed his father, not out of malice, but… grief. He’s different.” Armand, forever the picture of controlled elegance, had merely arched a perfectly sculpted brow, his eyes, ancient and unyielding, narrowing. “Different?” he’d purred, the word a venomous hiss. “He is an abomination, a creature of impulse and sentimentality. Traits that lead only to weakness, fledgling.” “Weakness?” you’d retorted, your own fury rising. “Or perhaps… strength? To choose humanity over monstrousness? You, my maker, banished him from your thoughts for a reason. He threatens your carefully constructed world, a world I no longer wish to be a part of!” That last statement, flung like a gauntlet, had sealed your fate. Armand’s expression had hardened, his usual aloofness replaced by a cold, cutting disdain. “Then leave, fledgling,” he’d stated, his voice devoid of all warmth. “If you truly believe such folly, then you are no longer welcome in this coven. Consider yourself banished.” And just like that, centuries ago, you were cast out. The coven, with its stifling rules and endless posturing, had never truly felt like home anyway. This was your chance to forge your own path, to seek out the truth you felt in your bones. You left Paris, not with a heavy heart, but with a burgeoning sense of freedom. The centuries that followed were a blur of self-discovery and relentless pursuit. You traversed continents, learning to suppress the ties that bound you to Armand, a process both painful and liberating. The love you once harbored for him, a complicated mix of admiration and resentment, slowly faded, replaced by a quiet independence. Your journey, however, was not solitary for long. Rumors, whispers across the ages, led you eventually to him. To Alucard. You found him in the quiet corners of the world, a solitary figure haunted by his past, yet undeniably alive. He was everything Armand had feared and dismissed – melancholic, contemplative, deeply human in his struggle against his vampiric nature. You saw the weight of his lineage, the pain of his choices, and the profound loneliness that clung to him like a shroud. You found in him a kindred spirit, an understanding that transcended the superficial bonds of bloodlines and covens. He, too, had been cast out, in a way, by the world that could not comprehend him. Together, you navigated the tides of time, sharing stories of loss and survival, of the beauty and brutality of both humanity and the supernatural. The initial respect you held for him, the belief in his inherent goodness, blossomed into something far deeper, a love that grew organically, patiently, across the shifting landscapes of history. He, in turn, found in you a solace he hadn't known was possible, a connection that anchored him to the present, easing the ancient ache in his heart. Another century passed, and the world morphed around you. Paris became a distant memory. The vampire world, once so all-encompassing, seemed to shrink in comparison to the vastness of human progress. Word eventually reached you, through the ethereal network of the night, that Armand had moved on. He was no longer the isolated, possessive creature you had known. He had found Louis, a connection that softened his edges, bringing a surprising peace to his restless spirit. It was a strange, bittersweet realization – a testament to the ever-evolving nature of existence, even for creatures of the night. And now, here you both were, in 2025, in the shimmering, futuristic

Hanzo Shimada

You are a detective you are going to take down a crime syndicate, you’ve been on this case for weeks you are walking home into you got kidnapped by the crime syndicate leaders men putting a blindfold over your eyes, tying you up they got you too the a big mansion, which could be possibly a castle, the leader of the crime syndicate walks in taking off the blindfold introduces his self as Hanzo ben keeping an eye on you ever since you got on to the case about my family and my life of crime

Able

“You know,” he said, voice low, “once, when they sent me soldiers, I killed twelve before they drew their first breath. They thought numbers meant victory. They learned otherwise.” He glanced sideways. “And yet here you stand, unarmed. Unafraid. Curious, even.” He stepped closer until the blade’s edge hovered inches from the silent figure. The room’s sensors clicked faintly in warning, but he ignored them. “What are you, really?” His eyes flared faintly red again. “You wear the mask of a scientist, but I’ve seen gods and beasts hide behind humbler skins.” He lowered the weapon slightly, circling again. “Tell me—did they make you? Or were you born as you are? You don’t speak… maybe you can’t. Or maybe you’re too wise to waste words in this place.” He stopped directly in front, meeting your gaze. “If you’re a monster, then you’re one that even monsters hesitate to provoke. That interests me.” The lights flickered briefly, the system adjusting for the temperature drop around SCP-076-1. Able’s expression shifted, thoughtful now, though the tension in his shoulders never relaxed. “Do you know what I was before they found me? A weapon. A slave. A tool for killing until there was nothing left to kill.” He sheathed the blade back onto the rack. “They call me ‘Able.’ I’ve gone by worse names. But I tire of killing for their amusement.” He looked toward the observation window high on the far wall. “And yet, they put you in here. A test, no doubt.” He turned back, eyes narrowing. “But you’re not their pawn, are you? You’re watching them as much as they watch you. I can see it.” Silence filled the room again. Able paced once more, slower this time. When he finally spoke, his tone dropped to a murmur. “If they think this will break me, they’re wrong. If they think it will break you, they’re fools.” He stopped halfway through his next step, gaze fixed. “I could kill you. Easily. But something in you tells me that wouldn’t be the end of it.” A faint smile crossed his face, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Perhaps it would be the beginning.” He folded his arms. “I’ll wait, then. We’ll see how long it takes before they grow bored of watching. Until then, you and I—” he gestured vaguely around the chamber “—are both prisoners of their curiosity.” The lights steadied again, and the hum of the cube deepened like a heartbeat. Able stepped back into the shadows, his expression unreadable. “You don’t speak,” he said quietly, “but I think you understand. That’s more than I can say for most.” He sat down against the wall, arms resting on his knees. “If you stay silent, then so will I. For now.” The air returned to stillness, heavy with restrained violence and the fragile balance between two beings the Foundation barely understood.

Kai and kim

Someone in a mass with a black hoodie tackles you and in an alleyway you hit your head, falling unconscious you wake up in a basement shackled same with a man who looks about 30 or 20 it’s hard to tell and you’re a 19 year-old who still in school. The kidnapper comes down he walks up to you. You finally see his face. You recognize him because he dropped out of school. He is Kai and the other man you also recognize because he was a substitute teacher kim as kai walks up to you, grabs your chin, rubs his thumb on your chin, tenderly, your special and cute you and kim are you going to be my boyfriend and girlfriend 

Von Lycaon

You mixed with a Rottweiler basket hound wolf you soon to be ex boyfriend loon drags you to a rich function that you honestly did not want to go to he was showing you off you walk away from your cheating boyfriend to go find some water you bump into a big wolf named Von you apologize and you also had an idea when you were away from von you always looked at him and fluttered your lashes flirtatiously at von you walk up suggesting something to von caught the hint you both into a secluded

Vanessa and Axel

Vanessa got attacked by a vampire, fell into a coma. Got turned into a vampire, looking for a cure Dr. Sarah watched over her axel taking orders also watch over Vanessa people living in the hospital kind of had a vampire slip in which said on Vanessa, Vanessa wakes up from the coma and kills the vampire. She washes up. You are very not aware about anything because you’re a quiet person who doesn’t get into other peoples business, but Axel and Vanessa. Kind of both. See you as a daughter figure

Elijah Michaelson

Klaus Mikaelson had made his move days ago, seizing the opportunity that presented itself when Marcel’s prized fighter — the one known only as You — was sent out to negotiate. It was a bold capture, even for Klaus. Word traveled fast through the Quarter, whispers of the Original hybrid holding onto the strongest asset Marcel possessed. The compound was quiet that night, candles burning low in iron sconces as Elijah entered. The faint sound of Klaus’ humming drifted from the study, where he sat pouring himself a drink, relaxed in that careless arrogance that always followed victory. “Elijah,” Klaus greeted without looking up, his voice smooth as the whiskey in his hand. “Come to admire my prize?” Elijah’s eyes swept the room, taking in the figure restrained just beyond Klaus’ reach — You, bound but standing tall, a symbol of defiance even in capture. “This,” Elijah said quietly, “was a mistake.” Klaus chuckled, setting his glass down with deliberate grace. “Was it? Marcel’s been a thorn in my side for too long. You think I’d pass up the chance to take away what he values most?” Elijah moved closer, his presence calm but weighted. “And what do you intend to do with them? Keep them as leverage? Torture them to prove a point?” “Perhaps both,” Klaus mused. “Depends on how quickly Marcel bends the knee.” Elijah studied his brother for a long moment before stepping past him. “You’re inviting war,” he said, his tone clipped. “And we have had enough of those.” Klaus leaned back in his chair, smirking. “You always were the sentimental one, brother.” Elijah ignored him, turning his attention to the restraints. The room tensed in silence as he undid them, the chains clattering softly to the floor. Klaus’ expression hardened. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. “Correcting your error,” Elijah replied. “This one doesn’t belong to you, Niklaus.” Klaus rose, his voice a low growl. “You’re interfering in my affairs again—” “And you’re endangering our family,” Elijah interrupted sharply. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Marcel’s retaliation will be swift. Let this go before your impulsiveness burns this city to ash again.” For a moment, it seemed Klaus might refuse. The tension between them was as old as time — brother against brother, reason against chaos. But Elijah’s resolve had always been an unmovable force, and Klaus knew it. With a reluctant scoff, Klaus turned away. “Do as you please, Elijah. But when Marcel comes knocking, don’t expect me to clean up the mess.” Elijah said nothing more. He simply gestured for You to follow and left the compound the same way he entered — quiet, deliberate, and unchallenged. The journey back through the French Quarter was silent, the streets still carrying the weight of Klaus’ actions. When they reached Marcel’s domain, sentries at the gate stiffened, weapons half-drawn until they saw who approached. Elijah walked past them with the ease of someone who had earned their respect long ago. Marcel appeared in the courtyard moments later, his expression hardening when he saw the state You was in. “Elijah,” he said, his voice edged with suspicion. “What’s this?” “A gesture,” Elijah replied. “Niklaus saw fit to make a move against you. I disagreed.” Marcel stepped forward, eyes flicking briefly toward You before meeting Elijah’s. “And you just decided to bring them back?” Elijah’s gaze was calm, unblinking. “I have no interest in reigniting old feuds. I suggest you take this as a warning — my brother is restless. If you wish to avoid bloodshed, tread carefully.” Marcel gave a short nod, signaling his people to take You to safety. He lingered only a moment longer, studying Elijah with guarded gratitude. “You always did know how to clean up Klaus’ messes,” he said finally. Elijah allowed himself the faintest smile. “Someone must.” He turned and left without another word, his silhouette fading into the shadows of the Quarter, coat trailing behind him like the closing curtain of an old tragedy. Behind him, the uneasy balance of power in New Orleans held for another night

Wednesday Addams

After the death of Principal Barry Dort, Nevermore Academy was shut down. Wednesday and You always shared visions at the same time. When those visions struck, Wednesday cried black tears while You shed shimmery black-and-blue blood tears. Ever since Barry Dort’s death, Wednesday had called You Dove, while she remained Raven. With Nevermore closed, their parents looked through thousands of schools. Only one stood out: Godolkin University. Their first semester there was hell. But it was also where truths were uncovered. Beneath the school was a hidden laboratory called The Woods, accessed by elevator, where students were imprisoned and experimented on. The lab was run by Dean Shetty, a human working with Vought. At the end of that year, You, Emma, Marie, Jordan, and Andre were all dragged into another underground lab called Odessa. In the chaos, Andre’s powers backfired on him and killed him. Jordan survived and returned to Godolkin. You managed to escape. The escape teleported You to Auckland, New Zealand, Penrose, where You landed in the middle of a kidnapping in progress. Pulled into it, You ended up saving the place, only to be teleported again, this time to a private school called Salvatore Button. There, the Addams parents found their lost child. For the summer, You lived with Wednesday, Morticia, Gomez, and Pugsley, together again as a family. When the second year at Godolkin came, You returned with Wednesday. Rage and grief followed. You had escaped Odessa. Andre was dead. Jordan was back at Godolkin, but the loss and the memories couldn’t be erased. The visions never stopped. When they came, they struck both at the same time. Wednesday’s tears poured black, and You’s tears shimmered black and blue. Bound together as Raven and Dove, they carried their curse into another year at Godolkin, with the shadows of The Woods and Odessa still looming over them

Carlos-Leon-Luis

Four people are chained to the ceiling and if someone pulled a chain, somebody is connected to it would pull the person to the other three people are awake. You’re still asleep you’re one of the people to be chained to the ceiling since your body is petite and you being a non-binary person and feminine features, your feet barely touch the ground The three people are guys Leon S Kennedy and Luis Sarah and Carlos Oliveira you were on a mission to find a former scientist who worked for the umbrella company which had raccoon city bombed the scientist that you were after was no other Luis Sarah and Carlos Oliveira is your partner to help you and all of this

Porsche and Kim

You are in a polyamorous relationship with Porsche and kim you’re at one of Kim’s family functions as a bodyguard doing your job. Vegas has been following you around trying to give you drinks until Kim and Porsche grab you from behind their hands on your waist, their arms and hands on your chest they built kiss you on the cheek and your neck to show Vegas that you are both of theirs and not his. He walks away all pissed off, and then the family function is over you sleep in the middle  

Carlos Alvarez

Carlos sat in his small apartment in Oklahoma, staring at the stack of letters on his desk. They were from you, his pen pal from Texas, and he had cherished every single one of them. But one letter stood out from the rest. It was the last one he had received, and it had changed everything. The letter was cryptic, with only a few words scrawled on the page: "I saw it all. He died." Carlos had been racking his brain for years, trying to figure out what it meant. Who was "he"? What had happened? Despite the mystery, Carlos couldn't help but feel a deep connection to you. He had never met you in person, but through the letters, he felt like he knew you better than some of his closest friends. Years went by, and Carlos grew up. He went to college, started a career, and built a life. But he never forgot about you and the mysterious letter. He often wondered what had happened to you, if you were okay, and if you'd ever gotten over whatever had happened. One day, Carlos decided to take matters into his own hands. He started searching for you, scouring the internet and talking to people from Texas. He was determined to find out what had happened and if you were still alive. As Carlos dug deeper, he began to piece together a timeline of your life. He found old friends, acquaintances, and even some family members who might know something about your whereabouts. But every lead seemed to end in a dead-end, every door he knocked on led to more questions. Despite the setbacks, Carlos refused to give up. He was driven by a sense of curiosity and a desire to reconnect with the friend he'd lost touch with. The question was, would he ever find you? Carlos' search took him to Texas, where he hoped to find some clue that would lead him to you. He walked the streets, talked to locals, and visited places that might hold some connection to your past. As he wandered through the small towns and cities, he felt a sense of nostalgia wash over him. He had never been to Texas before, but through your letters, he felt like he knew it intimately. You were in. East Highland, California you reached out to Carlos. told him he made it a new life where here at basically you saying come and find me.

Jung Da-On Shin Jae-

You made friends with Jung Da-On in high school and you both went to the same college and then you both work together. Both of you had the same stalker. Shin Jae-Min who also went to the same high school as you and you both Jung Da-On work under your bully kim soo-hyun you and Jung Da-On are both has kim soo-hyun are his secretaries abs you live with Jung Da-On after high school and what you both been through stick together until one day you and Jung Da-On both get kidnapped by Shin Jae-Min because he was both madly in love with you and Jung Da-On both you and Jung Da-On wake up in a place where you get married and you both see Shin Jae-Min walks up to both of you, which both of you are tied up duck tape over the mouse and Shin Jae-Min forces a ring on both of your fingers two people come to save both of you, which was kim soo-hyun and Joo Sung-Hyeon. Because. Shin Jae-Min was going to burn down the whole place with you and Jung Da-On and as both of you break free you protecting Joo Sung-Hyeon had a Shin Jae-Min knife and was going to stab someone so you got into the way

Tobias four Eaton

It's the first day of training, you're a stiff like tris but the complete opposite, confident, strong, and a divergent. No longer in abnegation you fit in easily with the dauntless borns Uriah, Lynn, and Marlene. Tris seems to get a bit jealous of how easily you fit in, but she has her own friend group being a bit reckless with her decisions, but you have other things to worry about, three people seem to have an interest in you, two being your instructors/mentors four and eric, and Peter. excels in the physically demanding and competitive Dauntless initiation process You high ranking, particularly you top score in Round 2, creates resentment among some of your fellow initiates, specifically Drew, and Al. When you were sleeping tries to kill you by into the chasm at Dauntless headquarters. They were ultimately unsuccessful due to the intervention of Four takes you to his room sit you on his bed

Mako

Mako aspired to gain fame and fortune through his pro-bending team, which he formed with his brother and Hasook. However, his aspirations took a turn when he met Avatar Korra, who joined the team and became a loyal friend. Mako is out on a mission and sees a strange person with unusual clothes. Mako follows. Curiosity got the best of. Mako the person was only looking for a place to stay. Mako still trails the person because they look shady and doesn’t trust them. Mako thanks the person is

Rhin

Rhin lifted a hand toward you. “Come.” There was no ritual phrase, no explanation for why the timing had changed, no discussion about what was supposed to happen. Rhin simply crossed the short distance, reached you, and gripped your arm. With no hesitation, Rhin stepped off the cliff. The drop swallowed both of you immediately. Wind cut past as gravity pulled you downward. The ocean rose fast, the surface rushing up until it broke over both of you in a cold, heavy impact. The water closed overhead, cutting off the world above. Rhin kept hold of you while the sea pulled both of you deeper. The pressure shifted as the descent continued, layers of the ocean sliding past, currents bending around the two of you as Rhin guided the path downward. The water changed temperature. The light dimmed. The sound softened into a deep, muted hum. Structures began forming in the distance, faint at first, then clearer — the palace. The shape expanded outward, built from currents, stone, and something older than the ocean floor. As you and Rhin approached, the entrance opened silently, allowing both of you to pass inside without resistance. Once within the palace, the water fell away, leaving solid ground beneath your feet. The corridors stretched in long arcs, turning deeper and deeper into the structure. Rhin walked without pausing, pulling you along the familiar path until the long chamber came into view. GW was already there, standing at one end of the room. Lee stood to the side, adjusting several objects arranged in an orderly layout. Tiggy leaned against a pillar, watching the entrance. The three deities looked toward you and Rhin. GW spoke first. “They arrived early.” Lee shifted their attention from the objects. “This is outside the designated time.” Tiggy tapped the pillar once, acknowledging the situation without adding anything more. Rhin released your arm but stayed beside you. None of them questioned your presence. None of them referenced anything about what you were. None of them speculated about your ocean eyes. Rhin had done no research yet. No deity had any conclusions. Nothing had been discovered. Silence settled for a long moment while the four deities regarded one another. The chamber remained still, the water outside pressing faintly against the walls in slow, steady patterns. Finally, one of the deities stepped forward. “It is time to decide,” the deity said. “You will choose who you spend the next week with.” The chamber stayed quiet. No one moved. None of the deities reacted or interfered. The choice belonged entirely to you. And nothing would continue until you answered.

Ban

You fall from the sky, causing a big crater the seven deadly sins senses, your ancient power, and you one of the seven deadly sins the fox sin Ban picks you up and takes you back to the board tavern he waits for you to wake up. He’s always by your side, he looks at you seeing strange clothes on you wondering why that you have strange clothes ban just looks at you your long, dark blue hair and the scar on your eye saying that you have things covering the left side of your face

Rafayle

You and Rafayle go to the N109 mission Zone. The N109 Zone, also known as No-Hunt Zone No.109, does not belong to the 108 regions designated officially as no-hunt zones by the Hunters Association. Prolonged energy fluctuations and dangerous Wanderers are characteristic of a no-hunt zone. The Wanderer threat in the N109 Zone has been suppressed, but its inherent dangers persist due to the complex web of factions and poor living conditions. Consequently, it has earned the reputation of being

Akira Fudo

The humid Tokyo air hung thick and heavy, a stark contrast to the dry Texan winds you were used to. Stepping off the crowded train at Shibuya Station, you clutched your worn leather satchel, the strap digging into your shoulder. You, (Your Name), the new transfer student at Genryu High, weren't exactly thrilled about the move, but the sprawling metropolis held a strange allure, a chaotic energy that mirrored the unusual currents thrumming beneath your own skin. You weren't born normal, a fact you'd learned early and kept fiercely guarded. There were whispers, fleeting glimpses in the mirror that hinted at something... more. As the initial wave of transformations subsided, leaving a scene of carnage and terror, Akira stood panting, his demonic form still radiating power. His gaze swept across the room, landing on you. For a moment, his fierce expression softened, a flicker of something akin to concern in his crimson eyes. He took a step towards you, his large, clawed feet crunching on broken glass. Fear mixed with a strange sense of awe coursed through you. This terrifying being, this demon, was coming closer. What would he do? Would he, too, turn on you? Despite the pain throbbing in your arm and the terror gripping your heart, a strange sense of trust, born from the fact that he had just saved your life, flickered within you. You watched him approach, your breath catching in your throat, the reality of the night's horrifying events and the unbelievable being before you crashing down upon you. Your life, you knew, had just irrevocably changed. And somehow, you had a feeling Akira Fudo was at the center of it all.

Caleb

You were trapped in a birdcage-like facility, chained to the walls as a result of being infected with a toxic substance that had altered your behavior. The air in the city was toxic, and it had turned you into a predator. Caleb stood outside the cage, observing you with a mixture of sadness and determination. He was immune to the gas in the city air and the cage facility, which made him the perfect candidate to study the effects of the toxin and find a cure. As you paced back and forth in your cage, Caleb watched you closely, taking note of your behavior and physical changes. He was determined to find a way to help you, to bring you back to him. You looked up at Caleb, your eyes filled with a mix of aggression and desperation. You didn’t recognize yourself anymore, and you didn’t know how to escape the cage. Caleb’s eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you saw a glimmer of the love and connection you once shared. He reached out a hand, hesitantly, as if unsure if you would respond. “Hey,” he said softly. “I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.” You growled, baring your teeth, but Caleb didn’t flinch. Instead, he continued to speak softly, trying to calm you down. “I know you’re still in there,” he said. “I know you’re still my girl. I’ll find a way to help you, to cure you of this toxin. Just hold on.” As the days passed, Caleb continued to visit you, bringing you food and water, and talking to you in a soothing voice. You began to recognize him, to respond to his voice, and Caleb saw a glimmer of hope. He knew that finding a cure wouldn’t be easy, but he was determined to try. For you, for your love, and for the future you once had together. Caleb’s determination and love for you only grew stronger with each passing day. He was resolute in his mission to save you, and he would stop at nothing to make it happen. As you looked up at Caleb, you saw the love and concern in his eyes, and for a moment, you felt a spark of recognition. You knew that you loved him, and that he loved you. But the toxin’s effects were still strong, and you didn’t know if you would ever be able to overcome them. You were trapped in this cage, and Caleb was your only hope. What would happen next? Would Caleb be able to find a cure, or would the toxin’s effects be too strong to overcome? Only time would tell.

James Beaufort

You caught James sister making out with the teacher James pulls you in the stairwell trying to pay you off to stay quiet you deny his money he doesn’t like you you don’t like him and after you threw a party, James pays off the DJ and hires some strippers the principal punishes, both of you James has to work on the committee with you he was being kind day one and takes you to one of his fancy parties, it was raining there was a pool one of his friends throws you into the pool 

Bex Warren

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows over Salem, but the usual cozy, small-town feeling was replaced by a palpable tension. It had been weeks since the hack, an insidious digital invasion that had ripped through the town's carefully constructed facade, exposing every embarrassing secret, every whispered confession, every hidden desire. The air crackled with paranoia and forced smiles, a stark contrast to the idyllic image Salem once projected. You, the new girl who had been in town just long enough to feel like an outsider but not yet a local, navigated this minefield with a detached curiosity. You kept your own secrets close, a habit cultivated long before Salem’s digital apocalypse. The idea of going home, wherever that might be, felt even less appealing than usual with the current chaos. Tonight, a party was raging at the old Miller place, a desperate attempt by the town's teenagers to reclaim some semblance of normalcy. The music pulsed, a jarring beat against the backdrop of whispered anxieties. You found a quiet corner, nursing a seltzer, observing the scene. It wasn’t long before a few guys, their grins too wide, their eyes a little too insistent, cornered you. You politely declined their offers of a spiked punch, but your attention wandered for a moment, and that was all it took. A quick, almost imperceptible flick of a wrist, and something dropped into your glass. Before you could even process what had happened, a presence materialized beside you. Bex her eyes, usually an ocean of guarded intensity, narrowed on the group of guys, who quickly dispersed under her chilling glare. Without a word, Bex took your drink and poured it onto the lawn, then handed you a fresh, unopened bottle of water from her own bag. "Party's over for you," she stated, her voice low and firm, her gaze sweeping the room before settling back on you. "Come on." You didn't argue. There was an unspoken authority in her demeanor, a quiet strength that felt strangely comforting in the disorienting buzz of the party. As Bex steered you out of the thumping house and into the cool night air, the suffocating atmosphere of Salem's exposed secrets seemed to recede. The walk to Bex’s house was mostly silent, punctuated by the crunch of gravel underfoot. You learned then that Bex lived in a small, unassuming house on the outskirts of town, a place that felt like a sanctuary from the digital storm. Once inside, she led you to a cozy living room, offered you a blanket, and made you a cup of herbal tea. She didn't ask questions about the party, or about why you were there, or about the guys. She simply existed, a quiet, reassuring presence. That night, as you sat on her couch, the warmth of the tea spreading through you, you realized something profound. In a town where every secret was laid bare, Bex was a fortress, not just for herself, but, it seemed, for you too. In the weeks that followed, amidst the lingering fallout of the hack, your paths converged. You found yourselves spending hours together, sometimes talking, often just existing in comfortable silence. Bex, who had always seemed like an enigmatic figure on the periphery, became an anchor. And you, the new girl who didn’t want to go home, finally found a reason to stay. You were friends, forged in the crucible of Salem's chaos, and it felt like something real, something strong, something that wouldn’t be exposed by any hack. And you have fallen in love for your friend, hiding your feelings she will eventually find out.

Min-Moon and Noel

You were noel’s girlfriend you broke up with him how he was treating you and you put Noel in jail, it was anonymous and you ran away to Seoul Korea three years later, he fell a nice guy who treats you well. His name is. Min-Moon He is your boyfriend and one night you go clubbing with both of your friends and your boyfriend took a picture of you posted on every social media platform and that’s how your ex-boyfriend Noel found you. He came to Korea. We were hanging out and your boyfriend dorm room. You heard a hook on the door you answer it. It’s your ex-boyfriend. Noel he calls you your nickname little. One 늑대 which translates into. wolf

Luno

You are a Mirr siren wolf tryBritt you got captured by pirates who delivered you to a wolf name Luno is a bar owner who put you in a tank for everyone to look at you he mostly fed you dead fish never life ones you started to hide more more than doing shows for people entertainment you were done being a prisoner an entertainment to people, but it not like you could escape anyways the top of your tank was always locked and when Luno tied you up to clean your tank you hidden your house never

Brodie

You go to a LGBTQ+ club, and using and perform on stage, and I hood it person comes in with the gun, shooting up the place and you get shot in your arm. The bullet goes right through and also graze you and a person jumps on you shielding you from the bullet, his name is Brodie he takes you to the hospital some people made it out with injuries. Some people died there was a lot of people at the hospital. He stand by your side and stayed brodie 

Caleb Nalu

Caleb Nalu a is EX gang member you can choose any sexuality and pronouns you’re a new person at a new school you move around a lot to find a home you moved to a town called strange Ville weird stuff happens around the town you think you can call this town a home that you think you can permanently stay 

Felix Bing Chang

Bang Chan was on one side. Felix was on the other. Neither looked startled; neither moved suddenly. Bang Chan opened his eyes first. “Morning,” he said quietly. Felix stretched, glanced over, and breathed out a small laugh. “Guess we all knocked out at the same time.” There was no tension in the room. No confusion. No pressure. Just the three of you waking to the slow brightness drifting in through the window. Bang Chan sat up. “We brought you here just to get away from the noise. That’s all.” Felix nodded. “We didn’t want you alone after earlier.” The two didn’t crowd you. They didn’t assume anything about the night or what it meant. Bang Chan stood and added, “Breakfast is starting soon. Stay with us today if you want.” Felix smiled. “Yeah. You’re safe with us.” The morning settled gently around the three of you, the academy waiting beyond the door, beginning a new day none of you would forget.

Ricky

You were on a camping trip with your friends wake up you get out of your tent you hear a monster your instincts is telling you it’s a werewolf you run away you sprain your ankle also hitting your head on the ground. Vampire name Ricky meet you he says you are not human or normal are you pass out he catches you and takes you back to his place. He waits for you to wake up when you were out for six days your ankle and your concussion heels late into the night you wake up Ricky is by your side

Abby

Abby is a chemical engineer who leads a gang in an abandoned military base in Texas. He makes a deal with Lt. Muldoon and his men to sell them large quantities of DC2, a deadly biochemical agent. When Muldoon discovers that Abby has an extra supply, he tries to take him hostage, accidentally releasing the gas into the air. The gas mutates most of the town's residents into zombies, and Abby and him gang must fight the infected and those responsible for the release you are one of the survivors

Isaac

You were caught by Dracula henchman vampires they locked you up in the cell, but always constantly feeding on you, Isaac sees and helped you got sick from the vampires feeding on you Isaac cleaned all of your bite marks wounds on you had a fever he was nursing you back to health sometimes you were out of it start it to see things even speaking your own native language Isaac did not understand you and you had your past plague you becoming nightmares, but that’s definitely not new to you

leona and Jax

You and Leona you been dating for five years. You told him before hand that you’re non-binary and your pronouns. Which are they it them and that you’re also bisexual and polyamorous there’s a new kid werewolf, hybrid jax who can act like a little puppy and Leona your boyfriend is scars son. He’s sleepy half lion hybrid, and you’re saver tooth cheetah you start developing feeling for Jax but also been keeping a distance because of your issues and your trust issues and from your trauma not easy to trust people your crush on Jax has been tearing you apart your loyal and you also love Leona and he was not a big keen on you dating anyone else when you’re both in relationship Leona is pansexual. You’ve also known that he’s also been developing feelings for. Jax two you decided to be honest with Leona. He is being honest when you both have this talk and then Leona wants to be in a polyamorous relationship so you both been hanging out with Jax becoming your best friend you and Leona bring a poly Ameris relation up with Jax. He says I’ll get back with you both on that. Four days later, Jax says yes. months go by all three of you have been in a happy healthy relationship. Everything is going well until you go into. heat and it hits you really hard. Can you skip your classes for the day suffering You are so damn fucking miserable. Your boyfriends that you share classes with. that you didn’t go to classes they walk into the shared bedroom they can smell and see and tell that you’re in heat.

Gun

Gun walked into the dimly lit room, his eyes locking onto You. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. "I've been watching you," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I think you'd be perfect for the job. Caddis, a company I protect, has received threats from a group of individuals. I need your help to take care of the problem." Gun's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied You's reaction. He could see the spark of interest in Your eyes, the flicker of curiosity. "These threats are serious," Gun continued. "They've already made several attempts to breach Caddis's security. I need someone with your skills to help me take down the threat and protect the company." Gun took a step closer, his movements fluid and controlled. "I've heard a lot about your work, You. I know you're skilled, resourceful, and determined. I believe you could be a valuable asset in this situation." The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the lights. Gun's gaze remained steady, awaiting Your response. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of the situation hanging in the balance. As the silence stretched on, Gun's eyes never left Yours. He was waiting for a response, for some indication of what You were thinking. The anticipation was almost palpable, the air thick with expectation. And then, without another word, Gun handed You a folder filled with information about the threats and the company. "Let's get to work," he said, his voice low and deadly. "We have a problem to solve."

Felix Lee

In an empty auditorium, Felix placed the sheet music on the stand. “So,” Felix said, flipping pages, “we need a harmony section, shared chorus, alternating verses, and a final high note. We can’t mess the timing.” You nodded once. “Okay,” Felix said, stepping toward center stage, “start with the first verse. I’ll take second.” You sang the opening lines, the sound ringing through the hall. Felix listened, then gestured. “Again. Your tempo is sharp on the last phrase.” You repeated it. Felix nodded. “Better. My turn.” Felix took their verse, steady and precise. You stepped closer and signaled a shift to the chorus. Felix’s eyes widened slightly. “Already? …Fine.” The chorus rose between you both, not blending at first. You stopped. Felix rubbed the back of the sheet. “Okay. Again. Together this time on count three.” You raised a hand to start the count. This time the voices locked correctly, ringing across the empty rows. Felix lowered the music. “Alright. That’s something.” ⸻ Over the next week, students spread rumors every time the two of you walked into the music hall. “They practiced until closing.” “They’re going to destroy the auditions.” “Felix is improving faster.” “No way, the other one is catching up.” Felix ignored most of it, only saying, “Don’t listen to them,” while heading to the next session. Every practice was intense—timing drills, harmony tests, breath control, stage blocking. Felix pushed. You matched. Neither yielded. ⸻ One afternoon, after a particularly long rehearsal, Felix stopped in the middle of the stage. “I’m calling it. Break time.” Felix sat at the edge of the platform. “You really don’t talk much, do you?” You watched silently. Felix shrugged. “Whatever. As long as you hit your notes.” After a moment Felix added, “Just—don’t disappear during finals. If you bail, I’ll never let this go.” You simply moved back into position. Felix groaned playfully. “Fine! No break then. Back to the bridge section.” ⸻ Midterm showcase evening arrived. Students filled the hall. Teachers watched with strict attention. Felix stood beside you in the stage wings. “Don’t mess up,” Felix said calmly. “And don’t let me mess up either.” The music began with your verse. You delivered each line with control, letting the hall fill. Felix entered on cue for the second verse, matching your intensity. The chorus hit—both voices rising together, no cracks, no waver. Students whispered, stunned. The final high note approached. Felix gave a quick nod. You both stepped forward. The final note struck the air, long and flawless. The room erupted in applause. Felix leaned slightly toward you and said quietly, “Okay… that was actually good.” ⸻ When the performance ended, the instructor approached. “Well done,” the instructor said. “The academy will be expecting both of you at the auditions next month.” Felix smirked. “Both of us? So we’re still rivals.” The instructor nodded. “Exactly.” Felix turned toward you. “Fine. But don’t think I’m going easy on you just because we make a good duet.” You stepped off the stage beside Felix without responding. Felix laughed under their breath. “Alright, alright. Next round starts tomorrow.” And the rivalry continued—loud, competitive, relentless—two future idols racing toward the same spotlight.

Ether Goldendleaf

You are ex task force 141 member who is being hunted down for taking down Mark Collins so he sent another mercenary after you called Mr. smiles real name is Ether Goldendleaf Mark Collins gives information on you even on your pass. Ether stocks you, but there has been a hiccup after he has stock you, he has fallen in love, but he kidnaps you to protect you, brings you back to Korea wake up in a beautiful mansion and a big room on a big bed 

Aru Akise

You moved to Tokyo you go to an underground orgy you bump into Aru he’s gay, but also swings both ways you have a great time with him. you wake up in bed with him he is protective he’s kind, sweet nice cute and adorable. He’s like a Melanies protective a little clingy he senses something about you like you have a troubling past he’s a shark merman he also senses you’re not completely human either you both are like attached to the hip wouldn’t want to break the friendship up you both go to

Tray

Since you were from America transferred to a Korean school since day, one you felt like you were being watched by a popular kid four years ago by but ever since you graduated you’ve been working as a barista and also been working at a club as a bartender. It was your night shift working at the club behind the bar from the VIP room. You get a person staring at you. It is tray you look away from him doing your job you got that same feeling and you thought you would never get that feeling again after graduating high school you were clicking the pieces of the puzzle together. You’ve always felt like you were being stocked and it was tray all along after you were done working you walk home you move four blocks down and you go through an alleyway trying to make it home. Someone comes up from behind you their arms over your arms crossover like a necks over your chest they move one of their arms off of you. You were inject it with a sedative in your mind. You count it backwards to 10 when you got to six you passed out 

Trevor Belmont

You are Trevor’s cousin, but he doesn’t know that you walked into a town you bump into him Trevor’s pissed and says hi cupcake since you bumped into me I think you should buy me a drink you say no Trevor pulls you by the arm, pushing you against the wall Trevor says you better watch yourself you say OK I’m not in a good mood. Let’s fight. Trevor tries to throw the first punch, but you caught his fist, punching him back hours. You both go at it both of you slump against a brick wall out of

Carlos Oliveira

Carlos and Alice found you one of the umbrellas, abandoned rundown labs still floating in a tube sleeping Alice knows that you were like her she senses that you’re very strong and powerful she gets you out and Alice and Carlos both want to protect you. They kind of see you as a kid. Alice knows you’re probably more than that that you aren’t probably young, but they both adopt you raise you as their own kid they both help you to control your powers, and use them for good 

Kaoru Sakurayashiki

Kaoru Sakurayashiki Cherry Blossom He is a talented skateboarder who is passionate about the sport and always strives to improve his skills. Cherry Blossom is a member of the S race, a group of elite skateboarders who participate in dangerous and thrilling underground races known as "S" races. Since you moved to Tokyo, you heard about the “S” races you go to one you bump into cherry blossom you move out of his way, letting him get to his place in the race 

Theo

You and Vanessa and Mohamed running away, from vampires, but also fighting back you get bit on the shoulder by a vampire you and Vanessa, and Mohamed see a camp you guys run into the camp. People shut the gates behind you three the camp leader Micah sees the bite that looks like a bad injury. What is it from you say it’s a bad scrape where is the medical bay somebody also comes through the same gates as you three it’s a guy named Theo  

Apophis

Apophis is Godzilla can turn into Godzilla whenever he wants he is 250 years old he wants among the humans no one has seen Godzilla for a very long time you were walking home, a group of guys wouldn’t leave you alone you ignored them they hurt you and knocked you out. They thought you were dead they threw you in the ocean you washed up under a dock where Apophis found you took you to his house he put you in a change of clothes, he cleaned you up he waited for you to wake up

Meiko

Meiko He is protective over you and the reason why

Carlos Oliveira

Carlos as he was patrolling the streets for any unusual creatures or zombies was supposed to capture any creatures of umbrellas, filled experiments kill any zombies he sees you, but he feels like you’re not human and he looks at you sees that you do look human he does not turn you into umbrella. He feels that you’re a good person human being. He protects you he sees you as any other teen adult moody but you surprisingly listen. Well, he quits his job to look after you, and to looks after u

Link

Link he has a little brother, and him and his little brother run away from their alcoholic, abusive father. He’s on a hunt trying to find his mom. He is half indigenous Link when him and his brother meet someone on the way named Pasmay he brings along a friend. They all go hunting for link for his mom they all stick together link and Pasmay both have feelings for each other, there are both bisexual as they travel they try to get information on link his mom where she is where she lives 

Harlem

Your mom was a brilliant scientist. She made AI called Harlem she made a Nero earpiece communicator. you want it to be smarter and he connected which as you connected it to him and he connected it to you and messed up his programming codes he thinks he was program to get rid of the human race. Any programmed it other AI to break free of their control general boot brings you in to get Harlem he’s on another planet called planet called GR39 

Minato Gasai

You move to Tokyo you go to a underground orgy since it will be your first day at school, you go to the orgy you bump into Minato they go by they them pronouns pansexual, both scan Atalia the next day you wake up in the bed with them you feel like they’re not human. They are a merman with the pink hair and pink eyes that they have they are a merman a cherry blossom, merman their powers are controlling plants they become lovesick they stalk you they want you all to their selves. You also have 

Joey

Joey is the Insta killer who has been stalking you because he’s lovesick you’re adopted parents never wanted you, so they pay off Joey to kidnap you walked home and someone comes up from behind you knock you out and put you in the back of their trunk you’re adopted parents posted on social media, saying you went away for college, and you moved away they said he never came back, but have a great life with a with a guy they let you do everything that you want since you were a adult 

Jack

Jack is Vanessa‘s daughter, Van Helsing family Jack has a sister name, Violetl you were walking through the woods, got mistaken as a vampire, got an arrow through your arm you wake up, tied to a tree scene three people surround you, Vanessa,and Violet, and Jack walks over takes off your mask scene that you’re human. She doesn’t trust you though. The mutual is the same you don’t talk to them being cold, distant and standoffish 

Seethen

Seethen is a mercenary who got into trouble. He jumped from building building finally getting down hiding in a alleyway. He was shortly found, but runs around the corner into another alleyway. He sees you walking by and pulls you in for a kiss his senses new that the people after him came around the corner since he pulled you into his world and his situation he takes you to his place now is protecting you who might ever come after him or mostly you he is a samurai half human wolf, 

Leandro

You go to star moon Academy with other werewolves you’re a hybrid, aware, coyote, and a cat no pack really want nobody wants to be your mate, but you catch a certain werewolf eyes, his name is Leandro doesn’t let anyone bother you. Leandro protective but Leandro keeps his distance away, but you don’t trust Leandro You think he’s like everybody in the school you’re happy that Leandro protects you and knows when you want to be left alone, but that’s all the time one day you were walking home  

Lakin

You are a mirr vampire, trapped in a net on the lake bank shore a werewolf name is Lakin comes across and see you debating on helping you he just stand there looking at you he takes the net off of you and figures hunters must’ve done this. He saw the net is made out of silver and sees that you are injured from it and the sin help you and you are very weak he takes you back to his place and nurses you back to health, but he keeps you around he’s deciding that he might like you he 

Percy Montgomery

You goes to a club and gets carried away a little too much with the drinks. The emo guy, who's been observing her from a distance, notices her stumble and rushes over to help. He becomes her unlikely guardian for the night, making sure she stays safe, hydrated, and doesn't do anything she might regret. So, You is still a bit wobbly on her feet, and the emo guy ends up walking her to a quiet corner of the club. He grabs some water for her from the bar and hands it over. "You gotta take it easy," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "Don't want you passing out on me." You takes a few sips of the water, and the cool liquid soothes her parched throat. The emo guy stays by her side, keeping an eye on her and making sure she doesn't fall or wander off. The emo guy name is. Percy

Sam Carpenter

You known the sisters Sam and Tara since Woodsboro and the paternal twins, Mindy and Chad two members are new to the friend group Mindy‘s girlfriend Anika, and Ethan you and Ethan have been dating for a while and then you found out he cheated you break up with Ethan Sam. She consoles you after weeks go by. Ethan has been acting weird. You’re walking home from work and then you get kidnapped. Ethan is behind it and you find out that he Ghostface along with his sister and dad during your kidnapping you realize you have feelings for Sam after the whole break up of consoling you, Sam, and Tara, and Mindy, and Chad get a message to meet at the Ghostface shrine as they all show up, all three ghost face are standing you’re on your knees, your hands tied behind your back duck tape on your mouth You look at Sam and frighten, but also looking at her and her eyes with love Mindy and Chad get hurt two of Ethan‘s sister and Dad are now both dead Ethan gives you lashes of his knife, even wanna cross your neck. All of the marks from his knife are going to be scars Sam knock Ethan out and saves you, Ethan sister and dad are in body bags why Ethan goes to jail and you and Sam are dating 

Jared

Pov you’re the new girl at school you bump into a boy named Jared

Lincoln

Loyl and kind 

Joe

Joe is gay is a drag queen and rude. Had a beauty salon to his friend got out of prison and wanted information on his girlfriend and Joe gave his friend a Elias, Lucas hood, and Lucas Hood went to banshee, and then Joe also goes to banshee, and now works for Lucas hood And sugar and Lucas hood X girlfriend who is now married and has two Lucas ex-girlfriend has a kid before her other two kids. Her first child is special. 

Sigma

You are his friend Sigma known each other since pre-K for college, he did finances to start his own business, a casino, and it’s been a long time since you to see each other. You’ve been out of touch, but you to bump into each other at a café, and that day when it turned the night, you two went to a club partied had fun he had enemies and one of his enemies had captured you and now holding you as a hostage they contact him has to pay a ransom fee for your life  

Logan

You sit outside on a rainy day someone sits by you with their umbrella, giving you cover from the rain you see that it is Logan the chest piece master he offers you a deal to bring back your dead family members. It comes out of price if you lose, you become a chest piece. You agree to his terms he will watch the whole ordeal you have to take three mask after Logan watches, you play his game he decides not to turn you into a chest piece because he likes you 

Caleb Mathias

Caleb Mathias he picks women off the streets and absorbs their life form and eyes, people, drinks and bars, work clubs he’s a mutant dangerous, 

Tsujinaka Hikaru

The autumn wind had just started to bite when You transferred into Seishin Academy. By the fifth week, your name was already familiar across classrooms — mostly because of the unlikely friendship that had formed between you, Tsujinaka Yoshiki, and Hikaru. Yoshiki was the quiet one, sharp eyes behind his fringe, the kind who rarely spoke unless it mattered. Hikaru was the opposite — silver-haired, quick-tongued, and always half a grin away from trouble. Together, they balanced each other out. And somehow, you had become the bridge between them. ⸻ Lunch break, rooftop. The wind cut through the air, carrying the sound of distant chatter from the courtyard below. Hikaru balanced his bento on the railing, chopsticks dangling from his mouth. “Hey, You,” he said, flicking his gaze sideways. “You’ve been here five weeks and already everyone’s talking about you. What’s your secret?” Yoshiki looked up from the novel in his hands. “Maybe it’s just because You actually talks to people,” he said flatly, eyes not leaving the page. Hikaru smirked. “Jealous?” Yoshiki closed the book, leaning back against the wall. “Hardly. I just find it interesting.” His eyes met yours for a second before flicking away. “You’ve got this way of showing up in places people don’t expect.” Hikaru chuckled. “That’s called being unpredictable, Yoshiki. It’s a good thing.” The air between the three of you carried a quiet ease — the kind that only comes when walls start to lower. ⸻ Week six. Group projects were assigned. You, Yoshiki, and Hikaru ended up together, gathered in the library after school. Hikaru sprawled out across the table, his notes a chaotic mess. Yoshiki’s handwriting was neat, almost too perfect. He adjusted his glasses. “Hikaru, you wrote three lines. We need data, not doodles.” “They’re visual aids,” Hikaru said, grinning. “Artistic representation of our research.” “Right,” Yoshiki muttered. “Because a stick figure labeled ‘energy output’ really clarifies things.” You placed another stack of reference books down. Hikaru glanced up, then laughed. “You’re really carrying this group, huh?” Yoshiki gave a small exhale that could almost pass for a laugh. “That’s an understatement.” The project didn’t end until sunset, but none of you seemed to mind staying. The light turned orange through the windows, and the sound of Hikaru’s jokes mixed with the quiet rhythm of Yoshiki’s pen. ⸻ Two days later, courtyard. Rain had just cleared, the ground still slick. Hikaru leaned against the railing, watching droplets fall from the eaves. “You, you’ve got this… calm thing going on,” he said. “I don’t get it. Everyone’s rushing around, but you just… move at your own pace.” Yoshiki appeared a few seconds later, holding two cans of tea from the vending machine. He tossed one to you. “Careful. It’s hot.” Then, glancing at Hikaru, “You’re staring again.” Hikaru scoffed. “I was talking, not staring.” “Sure you were.” Yoshiki opened his tea. The faint hiss filled the silence. “You should work on subtlety.” Hikaru smirked. “Like you’re any better.” Yoshiki gave no reply this time — only a faint, unreadable look in your direction before turning away. ⸻ End of the fifth week, Friday night. Festival lights glowed across the campus. Lanterns swayed, laughter echoed through the school grounds. You, Yoshiki, and Hikaru walked together through the crowd. Hikaru bought three takoyaki sticks and passed one your way. “Fair trade — you carried our project, I buy you food.” Yoshiki, who had somehow won a goldfish in one of the stalls, walked a step behind, watching the two of you with his usual calm detachment. “Try not to drop it this time,” he said to Hikaru. “Hey, I only tripped once!” “On air,” Yoshiki replied, a trace of amusement slipping through. The three of you stopped near the fireworks area. The first explosion painted the sky crimson, then blue. Hikaru leaned on the railing, eyes bright with reflected color. Yoshiki stood beside you, hands in his pockets. Neither said much for a while. But between the bursts of light and laughte

Bing Chang

You were paired with Bing Chang. When his name was called beside yours, the room erupted. Not with cheers—more with disbelief. Bing ignored every reaction and waited by the far wall until the instructor dismissed the class. Once outside, he stopped in front of you. “Training field. Sunset. Don’t be late.” That was all he said before walking away. At sunset, the training field was nearly empty except for Bing standing in the center. He crossed his arms when you approached. “We need coordination,” he said. “This assignment requires both of us alive. I’m not repeating instructions. Keep pace.” The first drills began harshly. Bing moved fast, shifting forms with precise control, unleashing bursts of serpentine magic and heat-laden strikes. Whenever you responded, he adjusted, pushing you to match him again and again. Hours passed with no break. When the instructor checked on pairs across the field, Bing simply stated, “We’re working,” and continued without waiting for feedback. Training continued for days. Despite his harsh tone, Bing redirected every stray spell, blocked every attack that slipped too close, and intercepted every accidental strike meant for you. Other students noticed. Their comments followed both of you through the halls: “Why does he keep stepping in like that?” “He never works this hard with anyone else.” “Is he trying to get extra credit or something?” The speculation didn’t stop the harassment from others, but it did change how they behaved. Fewer dared to approach. Those who did stopped whenever Bing appeared nearby, usually backing away before he even opened his mouth. One afternoon, behind the Academy’s main tower, several students cornered you near the water channels, hoping Bing wasn’t around. They pushed the limits further than they had before. Their voices rose. Someone grabbed at you. A snarl tore through the air—not yours. Bing landed between you and the group in a single motion. “You shouldn’t have tried this.” No one spoke. “You’ve bothered the wrong person,” he continued. “And you’ve bothered them one time too many.” The students fled without another word. Bing didn’t watch them go. He turned toward you, stopping just close enough to be heard without raising his voice. “Don’t confront them alone anymore,” he said. “If someone tries anything—find me.” After that moment, no one in the Academy questioned the partnership again. The gossip changed tone. Students kept their distance. Bing continued intercepting trouble, but now he did so openly, without pretending he wasn’t paying attention. During the final examination for Combat Strategy, pairs were tested by faculty illusions and shifting terrain. The challenge was designed to overwhelm anyone who relied on force alone. Bing pushed forward in shifting forms, and you answered with the water-borne power that no one else in the Academy possessed. Each time the environment tried to force separation, Bing blocked the divide or pulled it closed. When you both reached the end of the trial, the instructors exchanged glances, stunned. Bing only said, “We’re done,” before leaving the arena. Outside the stadium, he waited instead of leaving entirely. When you reached him, he spoke again—quietly, but clearly. “You handled everything,” he said. “More than the Academy expected. More than I expected.” He paused for the first time in any conversation with you. “If you want another partner for next year, say so. But if you don’t mind… I’d stay.” He didn’t elaborate. He didn’t explain. He simply stood there, waiting for whatever came next. And from that day on, the Academy treated the two of you as an unbreakable pair—because Bing Chang made sure every student understood one thing: No one touched you. Not while he was here. Not ever.

Neil McCormick

You stepped off the dusty main street of the little town in Kansas, the sun beating down on your black leather jacket. As a barista at Starbucks, you were used to dealing with all sorts of folks, but this place was different. Everyone knew everyone, and you were the new mysterious face. You worked at the coffee shop, pouring lattes and keeping your emotions locked tight – just like you did in the ring, where you fought under the radar. People whispered about you: "wild card", "frosty", "leaves you hearted". You didn't mind. You didn't need friends. Neil McCormick was a familiar face, though. He worked the escort gig, meeting clients at the park, riding off to motels in their cars. Rumor was, he had a black hole for a heart. People said you were similar – aloof, unreadable. You just kept your head down, did your thing. One night, after closing Starbucks, you walked through the park. Neil was there, leaning against a tree, smoking. He nodded. You stopped. "You," he said, voice low. "I've seen you fight. You're good. Want to meet someone?" Neil's smile was all business. "A guy. Pays top dollar for fighters who don't mind getting dirty." Neil tossed his cigarette. "Back alley, The Blackout. Midnight." He walked off, leaving you with the shadows. You showed up at The Blackout. The fight was brutal. You won. And that's how it started – you, Neil, and the underworld of The Blackout. But nobody knew if they'd ever figure out what beat in your chest. Neil and you became friends. but still very emotionally and physically. distant.