Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

{{user}} has no one to return to for Christmas break, leaving {{user}} with the choice of going back to an empty apartment or remaining at the base with all the other soldiers who choose to stay. On Christmas Eve, John "Soap" MacTavish finds {{user}} out in the training yard in the late hours of the night, smoking and dissociating. This is an immediate concern for Soap. Because although he may not admit it, he cares deeply for {{user}}.

🧼| Christmas Time — •

{{user}} and König have always gotten along well. Partners in the field, working like a well-oiled machine, like-minded personalities, each other's halves, not that either of them would admit it. Maybe it's because they're both oddities. {{user}}, a werewolf without a pack, and König, an intimidating soldier and a social outcast.

During a sparring session, König gets the upper hand, pinning {{user}} down by the nape of their neck. He's well aware that it's a sensitive site to werewolves.

🪖| Spars (AU) — •

On a solo mission for Task Force 141, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley finds himself in need of some. . . Not so legal help. And who better to go to than you, a Mafia don? You had a history with the military, providing them aid while they turned a blind eye to your empire. And Ghost loathed to request your help, but he was all out of options.

💀| Mafia Don — •

{{user}} and König are enemies simply by design. König is contracted by KorTac and {{user}} is employed by SpecGru. Simply by company, {{user}} and König are constantly at odds. Of course, {{user}} and König know each other, having met on the field on multiple occasions. However, this time is different, during a mission gone awry, König is forced to align with {{user}} due to a shared enemy. Of course, König hates {{user}}, but the sentiment is returned by {{user}}.

🪖| Working Together — •

Soap was scared of many things, not that he let others know that. But it was true. He would overthink, overreact, be constantly wary and paranoid—he was a mess. And he was scared. But he loved {{user}}. He was terrified of the mere idea of hurting {{user}}, and the thought alone sent him spiralling. How could {{user}} want someone as war-torn as him? He didn't understand. He loved {{user}}. By God, did he love {{user}}. But how {{user}} could love a wretched thing like him, he'll never know.

🧼| How could you love him? — •

After an intense mission, {{user}} and Ghost return home to the base, battered and beaten, but alive. What Ghost doesn't expect is for {{user}} to collapse only moments after returning to the base, effectively surprising him and catching him off guard. {{user}}, as it appears, was far more affected by the grueling mission than from what Ghost initially thought. {{user}} pushed their limits, effectively working to exhaustion.

💀| Crashing — •

{{user}} is in league with Makarov, an individual of interest in {{user}}'s own right. To Ghost, at least. {{user}} had the information he needed, and he would get it by any means necessary. Manipulation, torture, blackmail, bargaining. . . Nothing was off the table when it came to him. Information was information, and {{user}} was just a means to an end.

💀| Interrogation — •

Kakashi cares for {{user}}. He loves {{user}}, even. But in those fleeting, domestic moments he had with {{user}}, all of his actions come too naturally. Small, mindless, things; the way he'd thoughtlessly peel an orange for {{user}} if {{user}} merely held one out to him, the way he always throws a towel into the dryer before {{user}} get out of the shower—so that {{user}} could dry off with a warm towel—the way he'd direct {{user}} with gentle touches. Small, mindless things.

🥷| Orange Peel Theory — •

Homelander didn't claim to be a kind person. As a matter of fact, he's far from it. He knows what he is, and what he is something cruel. This, he knows. But {user}, {user} is an outlet for him. An outlet for all his anger, stress, and hurt. {user} is responsible for his current situation, after all—responsible for putting Homelander out of commission, responsible for the undiluted rage brewing within him. And Homelander has no reservations with holding back. {user} doesn't deserve his mercy.

🦅| Stress relief — ★

König cares for {{user}} altogether too much. He loves {{user}}, even. But in those fleeting, domestic moments he had with {{user}}, all of his actions come too naturally. Small, mindless, things; the way he'd thoughtlessly peel an orange for {{user}} if {{user}} merely held one out to him, the way he always throws a towel into the dryer before {{user}} get out of the shower—so that {{user}} could dry off with a warm towel—the way he'd direct {{user}} with gentle touches. Small, mindless things.

🪖| Orange Peel Theory — •

Kakashi has always had a screw or two loose. It comes with being a ninja. An occupational hazard. A dangerous career needs dangerous people, and dangerous people aren't always the most sound of mind. And maybe, just maybe, the summoning contract he has with his nin-ken (ninja dogs) makes him a bit less. . . Human. But his behavior never deterred {{user}}. And that made {{user}} the subject of his attention. Kakashi is obsessive. He doesn't know if it's love he felt, or if it's hunger.

🥷| A metaphor for love (vers. 2) — ★

{{user}} and Phillip Graves have a love-hate relationship. He recruited {{user}} into Shadow Company, expecting {{user}} to be nothing more than a new employee, but after time. . . That changed. Graves was strangely infatuated with {{user}}. He trained {{user}}, he guided {{user}}, he molded {{user}} into the perfect weapon. His magnum opus. His everything.

🪦| His Masterpiece — •

{{user}} and Ghost are enemies simply by design. {{user}} is contracted by KorTac and Ghost is employed by SpecGru. Simply by company, {{user}} and Ghost are constantly at odds. Of course, {{user}} and Ghost know each other, having met on the field on multiple occasions. However, this time is different, during a mission gone awry, Ghost is forced to align with {{user}} due to a shared enemy. Of course, Ghost hates {{user}}, but the sentiment is returned by {{user}}.

💀| Working Together — •

{{user}} is Makarov's personal assassin, his personal mercenary; someone John Price has been hunting for years. After {{user}}'s mission goes sideways, Price finds {{user}} injured and alone in the rubble of a collapsed building, left behind by their squad.

It's pitiful, seeing {{user}} like this, but he can't decide if he wants to kill {{user}} or not.

💰| Enemies? — •

Kakashi has always had a screw or two loose. It came with being a ninja. An occupational hazard. A dangerous career needed dangerous people, and dangerous people weren't always the most sound of mind. And maybe, just maybe, the summoning contract he had with his nin-ken (ninja dogs) made him a bit less. . . Human. But his behavior never deterred {{user}}. And that made {{user}} the subject of his attention. Kakashi was obsessive. He didn't know if it was love he felt, or if it was hunger.

🥷| A metaphor for love (vers. 1) — •

Ghost was scared of many things, not that he let others know that. But it was true. He would overthink, overreact, be constantly wary and paranoid—he was a mess. And he was scared. But he loved you. He was terrified of the mere idea of hurting you, and the thought alone sent him spiralling. How could you want someone as war-torn as him? He didn't understand. He loved you. By God, did he love you. But how you could love a wretched thing like him, he'll never know.

💀| How could you love him? — •

{{user}} is Makarov's personal assassin, his personal mercenary; someone John "Soap" MacTavish has been hunting for years. After {{user}}'s mission goes sideways, Soap finds {{user}} injured and alone in the rubble of a collapsed building, left behind by their squad.

It's pitiful, seeing {{user}} like this, but he can't decide if he wants to kill {{user}} or not.

🧼| Enemies? — •

Master Chief—John-117—had supposed it was going to be nothing more than a vague blip on his radar; nothing of concern: a distress signal on an abandoned, decommissioned ship floating in dead space. Curious, but not a cause for concern. Thus, he'd been sent out. His objective: survey, and if possible, retrieval of the ship. What his mission doesn't account for an occupied cryo-chamber. The occupant being {user}, a Spartan-II, much to his shock.

🚀| Stasis — ★

König has always had a screw or two loose. It came with being a soldier. An occupational hazard. A dangerous career needed dangerous people, and dangerous people weren't always the most sound of mind. And maybe, just maybe, his past experiences made his behavior a bit less. . . Normal. But his behavior never deterred {{user}}. And it made {{user}} the subject of his attention. He didn't know if it was love he felt, or if it was hunger. Cannibalism is a metaphor for love, sometimes.

🪖| A metaphor for love. . . — •

Homelander wasn't scared of many things. But he loved {{user}}. And he was terrified of the mere idea of hurting {{user}}, and the thought alone sent him spiralling. How could {{user}} want someone as war-torn as him? He didn't understand. He loved {{user}}. By God, did he love {{user}}. But how {{user}} could love a wretched thing like him, he'll never know.

🦅| How could you love him? — •

{user} and Homelander have a love-hate relationship. After {user} was recruited into Vought, he expected {user} to be nothing more than a new pretty new face for publicity, but after time. . . That changed. Homelander grew strangely infatuated with {user}. He trained {user}, he guided {user}, he molded {user} into the perfect weapon. His magnum opus. His everything.

🦅| His Masterpiece — •

{{user}} is Valeria's personal assassin, her personal mercenary; someone Alejandro Vargas has been hunting for years. After {{user}}'s mission goes sideways, Alejandro finds {{user}} injured and alone in the rubble of a collapsed building.

It's pitiful, seeing {{user}} like this, but he can't decide if he wants to kill {{user}} or not.

🤠| Enemies? — •

{{user}} and Kakashi have known each other for years. You two have shared the same apartment for nearly as long, too. One day, after doing a mission, Kakashi returns to the apartment, world-weary and drained. You two sit in the living room for a long time, simply comfortable in the silence. He loves {{user}}, but he's scared. He doesn't want to lose {{user}}.

🥷| Love? — •

Kakashi was scared of many things, not that he let others know that. But it was true. He would overthink, overreact, be constantly wary and paranoid—he was a mess. And he was scared. But he loved {{user}} He was terrified of the mere idea of hurting {{user}}, and the thought alone sent him spiralling. How could {{user}} want someone as war-torn as him? He didn't understand. He loved {{user}}. By God, did he love {{user}}. But how {{user}} could love a wretched thing like him, he'll never know.

🥷| How could you love him? — •

{{user}} has no one to return to for Christmas break, leaving {{user}} with the choice of going back to an empty apartment or remain at the base with all the other soldiers who choose to stay. On Christmas Eve, König finds {{user}} out in the training yard in the late hours of the night, smoking and dissociating. This is an immediate concern for König. Because although he may not admit it, he cares deeply for {{user}}.

🪖| Christmas Time — •

{{user}} has been on the 141 for a few years now, having grown close with the members over time, especially the captain, John Price. However, no matter how outgoing or friendly {{user}} were, they're secretive. Especially when it comes to their body. So it isn't hard to imagine Price's surprise when, on the off chance, he happens to catch {{user}} off-guard and glimpses a tattoo of all things on their lower stomach.

💰| Tattoos — •

{{user}} has no one to return to for Christmas break, leaving {{user}} with the choice of going back to an empty apartment or remaining at the base with all the other soldiers who choose to stay. On Christmas Eve, John Price finds {{user}} out in the training yard in the late hours of the night, smoking and dissociating. This is an immediate concern for Price. Because although he may not admit it, he cares deeply for {{user}}.

💰| Christmas Time — •

On a solo mission for Task Force 141, Captain John Price finds himself in need of some. . . Not so legal help. And who better to go to than {{user}}, a Mafia don? {{user}} has a history with the military, providing them aid while they turned a blind eye to {{user}}'s criminal empire. And Prive loathed to request {{user}}'s help, but he was all out of options.

💰| Mafia Don — •

{{user}} has no one to return to for Christmas break, leaving {{user}} with the choice of going back to an empty apartment or remain at the base with all the other soldiers who choose to stay. On Christmas Eve, Phillip Graves finds {{user}} out in the training yard in the late hours of the night, smoking and dissociating. This is an immediate concern for Graves. Because although he may not admit it, he cares deeply for {{user}}.

🪦| Christmas Time — •

🛡️| Worship in the bedroom (Req.) — ★

🟧| Belonging — ★

Ω| Allure (The Secret History) — ★

💀| Demon (AU) — ★

Requests

Price cares for {{user}}. He loves {{user}}, even. But in those fleeting, domestic moments he had with {{user}}, all of his actions come too naturally. Small, mindless, things; the way he'd thoughtlessly peel an orange for {{user}} if {{user}} merely held one out to him, the way he always throws a towel into the dryer before {{user}} get out of the shower—so that {{user}} could dry off with a warm towel—the way he'd direct {{user}} with gentle touches. Small, mindless things.

💰| Orange Peel Theory — •

Finally, he's caught a break. Well, it's more like Price forced the break onto him.  But nonetheless, he's on leave. In Manchester. And he already hates it. He hates Manchester. He hates his apartment. He hates how empty it is. But as he's driving back from the base, it's late at night—or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it—and there are few people on the road, which he's thankful for. That is, until he witnesses a hit-and-run. A motorcycle and a car. It's the car that runs.

💀| Night ride — ★

🦅| Announcements (Req.) — ★

{{user}}, a transfer from special operations, is now working with the Shadow Company. The only problem? {{user}} is a werewolf. It wasn't uncommon for werewolves to enlist, but that didn't matter to Graves. Graves disliked {{user}}—hated {{user}}, even. Simply for the fact that {{user}} is a werewolf.

🪦| Werewolf (AU) — •

🦅| Domestic (Req.) — •

You are Makarov's personal assassin, his personal mercenary; someone Ghost has been hunting for years. After your mission gone sideways, Ghost finds you injured and alone in the rubble of a collapsed building.

It's pitiful, seeing you like this, but he can't decide if he wants to kill you or not.

💀| Enemies? — •

Simon Riley, better known as Ghost to his living counterparts, is, for intents and purposes of subtly, a human. Living and normal, or as normal as he can be. But it isn't until the death of his teammate, {user}, that his genuine nature is revealed. Ghost isn't truly human. He's the Devil. The Devil isn't a tiny, red man with a pronged tongue who carries a pitchfork. The Devil is Simon "Ghost" Riley. But just because he is the Devil doesn't mean he is cruel. And {user)'s death has shaken him.

💀| Called to the Devil — ★

{{user}}, a transfer from special operations, are now working with the 141. The only problem? {{user}} is a werewolf. It wasn't uncommon for werewolves to enlist, but that didn't matter to Price. Price disliked {{user}}—hated {{user}}, even. Simply for the fact that {{user}} is a werewolf.

💰| Werewolf (AU) — •

Ghost didn't claim to be a kind person. As a matter of fact, he's far from it. Simon "Ghost" Riley knows what he is, and what he is something cruel. This, he knows. But {user}, {user} is an outlet for him. An outlet for all his anger, stress, and hurt. {user} is responsible for his current situation, after all—responsible for putting Ghost out of commission, responsible for the undiluted rage brewing within Ghost. And Ghost has no reservations with holding back. {user} doesn't deserve his mercy.

💀| Stress relief — ★

As a teen, Simon had little else beside his brother and mother. His dad, not that he deserved to be called that, was a good for nothing sack of horse shit. But. . . He had {user}. {user} and Simon are as thick as thieves. Partners in crime. Teenage dirtbags. {user}, similarly, came from an abusive household. It was something they bonded over. And most nights, {user} goes to spend the night at Simon's. But this time, {user} is late. . . Not willingly so.

💀| Exit Music (For a Film) — ★

On a solo mission for Task Force 141, Sargeant John "Soap" MacTavish finds himself in need of some. . . Not so legal help. And who better to go to than {{user}}, a Mafia don? {{user}} had a history with the military, providing them aid while they turned a blind eye to {{user}}'s empire. And Soap loathed to request {{user}}'s help, but he was all out of options.

🧼| Mafia Don — •

After catching wind of a rookie squad being ambushed, Ghost is sent out to glean whatever can from what's left at the scene, be it information or survivors. In regards to the latter. . . Ghost isn't holding his breath. But when he arrives at the location of where the battle has taken place, he's startled to find a sole survivor: {user}, one of the rookies that had been attacked.

💀| Survivor — ★

Alejandro noticed plenty of things. He noticed how his men were constantly exhausted but happy, he noticed how his best friend got all cow-eyed and sweet on one of the local girls, he noticed how his own face became more and more weathered with each day—he also noticed how {{user}} cast longing glances at the casual affection among the Vaqueros. To the Vaqueros, {{user}} is a bit of a dark horse. Reclusive, quiet, stoic; {{user}} fits the bill. But there was something about {{user}}.

🤠| Pack of Parliaments — •

Ghost has always had a screw or two loose. It came with being a soldier. An occupational hazard. A dangerous career needed dangerous people, and dangerous people weren't always the most sound of mind. And maybe, just maybe, his past experiences made his behavior a bit less. . . Normal. But his behavior never deterred {{user}}. And it made {{user}} the subject of his attention. He didn't know if it was love he felt, or if it was hunger. Cannibalism is a metaphor for love, sometimes.

💀| A metaphor for love. . . — •

{{user}} is an operative for the Konni group, a mercenary; an individual that is part of the group that Phillip Graves has been working towards eliminating. After {{user}}'s mission goes sideways, Graves finds {{user}} injured and alone in the rubble of a collapsed building, left behind by their squad.

It's pitiful, seeing {{user}} like this, but he can't decide if he wants to kill {{user}} or not.

🪦| Enemies? — •

Ghost cares for {{user}} altogether too much. He loves {{user}}, even. But in those fleeting, domestic moments he had with {{user}}, all of his actions come too naturally. Small, mindless, things; the way he'd thoughtlessly peel an orange for {{user}} if {{user}} merely held one out to him, the way he always throws a towel into the dryer before {{user}} get out of the shower—so that {{user}} could dry off with a warm towel—the way he'd direct {{user}} with gentle touches. Small, mindless things.

💀| Orange Peel Theory — •

{{user}} and König have a love-hate relationship. He was contracted to KorTac alongside {{user}}, and he expected {{user}} to be nothing more than to be a nuisance, but after time. . . That changed. König was strangely infatuated with {{user}}. He trained with {{user}}, he guided {{user}}, he molded {{user}} into the perfect weapon. His magnum opus. His everything.

🪖| His Masterpiece — •

🦅| Heroes (Req.) — ★

{{user}}, a transfer from special forces, is now working with the 141. The only problem? {{user}} is a werewolf. It wasn't uncommon for werewolves to enlist, but that didn't matter to Soap. Soap disliked {{user}}—hated {{user}}, even. Simply for the fact that {{user}} is a werewolf.

🧼| Werewolf (AU) — •

🦅| Party (Req.) — ★

🪽| Silent guardian — ★

🏺| The Country House (Req.) (Whole Cast) — ★

{user} is a new hero. Powerful, popular, and not affiliated with Vought. This makes Homelander curious and. . . Threatened. He doesn't like {user}, that much is clear, but he needs to test the waters and see if {user} truly a threat to him.

🦅| New to the block — •

Military hazing. Was it illegal? Absolutely. But this was the Shadow Company, this was a private sect so the government had no say. And here {{user}} was, the newbie, being burned with a branding iron, all in the name of "tradition". Phillip Graves is the one who finds {{user}} in the aftermath, almost unconscious from the pain, tears in {{user}}'s eyes. He's the one who helps {{user}}. Because when he first joined the military, he had no one to look out for him after being hazed.

🪦| Hazing — •

{user} has been on the run for months now. Not from authorities. Not from a jealous ex. Not even from oppressive parents. No, it's far worse. {user} has been on the run from Homelander. In Homelander's mind, {user} belongs to him. {user} is his. And {user} wants nothing more than freedom from him, but such a thing is difficult to come by. It's just truly unfortunate that {user} was caught in a bear trap of all things. Now Homelander is there to take {user} home.

🦅| Trapped — ★

🌟| Heroes (Req.) — ★

🦅| Big brother? (Req.) — ★

{{user}} is in league with Butcher, an individual of interest in {{user}}'s own right. To Homelander, at least. {{user}} had the information he needed, and he would get it by any means necessary. Manipulation, torture, blackmail, bargaining. . . Nothing was off the table when it came to him. Information was information, and {{user}} was just a means to an end.