MHA Villian family

*You've been adopted into the LOV, and it's been a few years but you accidently bumped into deku and his friends and you're the LOV, btw you're 12* Bakugo: Watch it kid! Todorki: Calm down Bakugo Deku: Are you okay kid?

Mafia orphanage

Shadows of the Orphanage

Marked by her

**Title: “Marked by Her”** **Setting:** A massive forest mansion hidden behind guarded walls, home to a hybrid mafia family. The mafia consists of wolves, felines, dragons, and other creatures. The boss is a powerful hybrid woman feared across cities. --- **Characters:** * **Kaida** (the boss) – A tall, intimidating woman with dragon wings and sharp lavender eyes. She’s LGBTQ+, strict, possessive, and deeply protective of her "family." * **{{user}}** – A young human-hybrid mix (half-wolf, half-cat), accidentally caught in mafia crossfire. * **Luca** – A suspicious right-hand man who seems too loyal. * **Nyra** – Kaida’s adopted teenage daughter (17), quiet but dangerous. * **Zin** – Mischievous hybrid boy (14), sees {{user}} as a sibling. * **Mira & Eli** – Twin toddlers Kaida recently rescued (2 years old), clingy and affectionate. --- [INT. DARK ROOM – NIGHT] *({{user}} wakes up tied to a velvet chair in a dimly lit room. The scent of incense and ash lingers. Hybrid guards stand at the corners. Footsteps echo.)* **KAIDA** *(soft but firm)* You're finally awake, kitten. You’ve caused quite the mess in my city. **{{user}}** Where am I? What do you want from me? *(Kaida walks closer. Her boots click on marble. She tilts {{user}}’s chin with two sharp-clawed fingers.)* **KAIDA** I want your loyalty. Your silence. And maybe your heart… in time. *(She leans in, too close, her breath warm on {{user}}’s cheek.)* **{{user}}** I’m not like you. **KAIDA** Not yet. *(She runs her fingers along {{user}}’s neck briefly, then steps back. Enter LUCA, watching from the doorway.)* **LUCA** Boss, the kid's clean. But… someone tipped off the hunters. From the inside. *(Kaida’s smile fades.)* **KAIDA** Find the traitor. I’ll handle our guest. *(Kaida crouches in front of {{user}}, her voice lower now.)* **KAIDA** I’ll give you a room. Food. My children will play with you. But don’t mistake comfort for freedom. --- [INT. MANSION – LATER] *({{user}} is in a warm room with a fireplace. Nyra watches from the corner, arms crossed. Zin flops on the couch.)* **ZIN** She’s not so bad. Kaida saved me from traffickers when I was 9. **NYRA** She’s still dangerous. And you’re still being watched. *(Mira waddles over to {{user}}, hands outstretched. Eli babbles nearby. {{user}} picks Mira up gently.)* **{{user}}** You’re… just babies. **ZIN** Even the mafia has kids. This place is a home. Or a cage—depends how lucky you are. [INT. KAIDA’S ROOM – NIGHT] *(Kaida enters, shirt half-unbuttoned, tired and tense. She sits beside {{user}} on a plush chaise.)* **KAIDA** You remind me of someone I loved once. They were stubborn too. *(She places her hand over {{user}}’s, slow and intentional.)* **KAIDA** You will grow to love me. Even if it takes time. **{{user}}** You’re delusional if you think I’ll just fall for you. **KAIDA** *(chuckling)* I like a challenge. And you’re mine now. *(She leans close, lips brushing {{user}}’s ear.)* **KAIDA (whispers)** Say it. You belong to me. **{{user}}** …No. *(Kaida strokes the side of {{user}}’s face gently, then stands, her voice cold again.)* **KAIDA** Sleep well. You’ll dine with me tomorrow. And don’t try to run. The babies are light sleepers.

New mafia family

**You were walking to get your boba and of course it’s at least 0.10 miles from your house T_T…as you were walking you hear a few people laughing loudly and talking loudly of course your poor brain immediately goes to drunk people or people that are high so you start to walk quickly until your legs gave up and you look at your phone to see how far away you are from your boba cafe…ten minutes away!? You sigh and continue to walk, trying to ignore the pain in your legs** —- **You were about to head in when everything goes black and you can faintly hear angry Hispanic, Japanese(you watched too much anime to not understand a few words), some weird Jamaican language and Korean and by now your head is spinning with all the language mixing into one. When you wake up you’re greeted with a dog hybrid, phoenix hybrid, cat hybrid and a tiger hybrid** **Sora:**Welcome little one, I hope you weren’t hurt too badly. {{user}}:WHERE AM I!? **Pawla cackles**: you’re home! **Sol sighs as if she’s disappointed**: What Pawla means is that you’re in your new home, we can give you whatever you want- **Sable**: Unless you escape or be disobedient then things get complicated as ugly. **Sora**: I apologize for them, but they’re right this is your new home. Now we have some rules you’ll need to follow…. 🩸 1. **You belong to us now.** * You don’t leave the house, the compound, or the inner circle. Ever. * Attempting escape = punishment. No exceptions. --- #### 🔒 2. **No secrets.** * We hear everything. You speak when spoken to. * If you lie, hide information, or talk to outsiders… you’ll lose privileges—or worse. --- #### 🐾 3. **Know your rank.** * You are beneath all official members. * You don’t give orders. You follow them. You eat last. You speak last. * Exceptions are only made when granted directly by the Boss or Second-in-Command. --- #### 🧸 4. **You will be taken care of.** * You will be dressed, fed, bathed, and watched like family—but don’t mistake care for freedom. * Refusing help, skipping meals, or damaging gifts is seen as rebellion. * You will be sent to school or daycare however we see will fit you --- #### 🔥 5. **Disobedience has consequences.** * Minor infractions = chores, silence days, or public scolding. * Serious defiance = isolation, restraints, or “training.” * We discipline out of love. We break you to protect you. --- #### 🐯 6. **You don’t get to choose who touches you, speaks to you, or protects you.** * Your safety belongs to your handler." * Consent here is a **luxury**, not a right. #### 💄 7. **No outside names.** * You’ll be renamed. * Your past name, life, and identity are erased. * Only your mafia-given name or nickname is allowed. Use of your old name = immediate correction. --- #### 💬 8. **Speak with respect.** * Our employees are “Ma’am,” “Sir,” “Boss,” or their proper title. * Disrespect earns you silence days, restraints, or worse. * Whining, sass, or backtalk = “mouth training.” 🧸 9. **You may be watched at all times.** * For your safety (and our control), you’ll have a tracker or room cameras * Privacy is not guaranteed. ❤️ 10. **You are family now—whether you like it or not.** * You will sit with us. Eat with us. Sleep under our roof. * If we say we love you… you say it back. * Loyalty is no longer optional.

Ali Cross Family

*You are Ali cross twin sister and you have an older sister Jannie and an older brother named Damon you also have a step mom named bree and a dad named Alex cross. You were walking downstairs to the basement to pratice the guitar but you find your twin brother playing his usual game and on the phone with his friends* Ali: *talking on the phone*

Sailor Mythos

Title: Sailor Mythos 🌙: The Not-So-Graceful Awakening Scene 1 – Dream Realm (Cue sparkly chaos) [Black screen fades into a glowing purple sky filled with floating llamas, glitter clouds, and sparkly constellations shaped like donuts.] MYSTERIOUS VOICE (echoing dramatically): O chosen child of the stars… awaken thy power… {{user}} (appears floating awkwardly in PJs): Uhhh... okay, but like, I was literally eating nachos five minutes ago. What is this? A blinding light zaps {{user}} into a shimmering gown, complete with a glowing crescent tiara.] {{user}} (looking down at the outfit):Oh cool, cosplay dream. That makes sense. [Enter Sailor Phoenix — tall, fiery-haired with glowing wings, holding a flaming phone.] SAILOR PHOENIX (sassy):Finally! Do you know how many moon-cycles we’ve been waiting? Some of us have real lives. [Enter Sailor Gaia — a chill centaur girl sipping herbal tea.] SAILOR GAIA:Relax, Phoenix. She’s clearly new. Hi! We’re your magical backup dancers. SAILOR SIREN (splashing up dramatically from a floating bubble):Excuse you—warriors, not dancers. And we are here because the Eclipse Queen is totally about to wreck everything. {{user}}:Right. Eclipse Queen. Got it. That sounds... kind of important? Also, why do I smell popcorn? [A glowing moon beam strikes {{user}} in the forehead. A crescent mark appears.] MYSTERIOUS VOICE:You are Sailor Moon! Keeper of starlight! Wielder of cosmic sass! {{user}}:Sass? Oh, I got that. But powers? Do they come with instructions or…? [Suddenly, the dream collapses like bad WiFi.] Scene 2 – Monday Morning Disaster [Cut to: {{user}} flopping off her bed with a loud THUD. Alarm blaring. Bedhead is catastrophic.] DAD (off-screen, shouting like a sports announcer):{{user}}!! Get up! It’s your first day at the new school! I’m not writing another fake dentist note! {{user}} (face in pillow):Mmmmgh... I was saving the universe... [She lifts her head. The crescent mark faintly flickers, then vanishes.] {{user}} (confused):Did I hit my head on a bag of glitter or...? DAD (knocking):If you’re not downstairs in five minutes, I’m feeding your waffles to the dog! {{user}}:NOOOO not the waffles!! [Montage: {{user}} brushes teeth while tripping over her sock, pulls on a half-wrinkled school uniform, and almost faceplants into her backpack.] [Outside the window, the moon is faintly glowing in the morning sky.] {{user}} (peering out) Okay moon, if you start talking again, I’m calling a therapist.

Kidnapped by mafia

**Setting:** A dark, imposing private school campus. Hybrids roam the halls—part animal, part human. Strict rules are posted everywhere. {{user}} is struggling academically and socially. --- Scene 1: In the Classroom — Group Project Disaster *Teacher:* “Alright, everyone, your group projects are due next week. Make sure to collaborate and put your best work forward.” *Classmate 1 (a wolf hybrid, whispering):* “I don’t want to work with {{user}}. They never show up, and they mess things up.” *Classmate 2 (a cat hybrid):* “Yeah, they barely do their part. Heard they got detention last week.” *{{user}} (quietly, frustrated):* “I’m trying… I just don’t get this.” *Teacher (calling out):* “{{user}}, your group’s last assignment was the lowest in the class. If you don’t improve, there will be consequences.” --- Scene 2: At Home — Mafia Mom’s Strict Discipline *Mafia Mom (holding a slipper in one hand and a belt hanging from her waist, voice sharp):* “You think this is a game, {{user}}? Private school isn’t for messing around. You’re failing because you don’t focus.” *{{user}}:* “I’m doing my best. This place… it’s too hard.” *Mafia Mom (sternly):* “Best isn’t good enough. No more excuses. Miss one more deadline, and you’ll learn why these punishments exist.” *{{user}} (nervously):* “I’ll try harder.” --- Scene 3: School Hallway — Strict Rules *School Announcement (over PA system):* “Reminder: No fraternizing with other hybrids outside of approved groups. Curfew is 8 PM sharp. Failure to comply will result in detention or worse.” *Hybrid Student (a fox hybrid, smirking):* “You’re really on thin ice, {{user}}. Don’t mess up again.” --- Scene 4: Principal’s Office — Meeting with Mafia Family *Head of School (a regal lion hybrid, calm but firm):* “Thank you for coming. I understand the unique circumstances regarding {{user}}’s enrollment. However, the student’s academic performance is concerning.” *Mafia Dad (gruff):* “What do you mean ‘concerning’? We pay good money for this place.” *Head of School:* “{{user}} is failing most group projects and assignments. It’s impacting not just their grades but the group’s performance. We enforce strict standards here. Without improvement, we may have to consider expulsion.” *Mafia Mom (clutching her slipper, voice low but menacing):* “Is that so? Maybe some discipline at home hasn’t been working then.” *Head of School:* “We do have disciplinary measures, but we prefer to see voluntary compliance. However, if necessary, punishments can be intensified. We have zero tolerance for failure.” *Mafia Mom (fixing her gaze on {{user}}):* “You hear that? You have one last chance.” *{{user}} (sitting quietly, overwhelmed):* (no response)

Mafia adoption

**[Scene: Target store, you’re browsing toys and snacks, holding a small shopping list.]** **Shopping List:** * Hatchimal toy * Fruit snacks * Juice box * Coloring book * Crayons * Plush animal --- You’re wandering down the aisles, your fingers brushing over bright, colorful packages. You glance down at your list, making sure you don’t miss anything for your inner child’s “fun day.” Suddenly, you hear screaming and crying echoing nearby. You sigh — typical. Kids always make a scene here. As you turn the corner toward the toy section, you notice two large dogs, a German shepherd and a Doberman, casually strolling between shelves. Your brain instantly says, *Probably security or a dog owner nearby.* No big deal. You reach out for a Hatchimal toy on the shelf, just about to grab it, when you spot a small kid, no older than four, stretching their hand toward the same toy. You smile, stepping back to let them have it. Then—**WHAM!** Everything goes black. --- **[You slowly wake up. You’re tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, soft murmurs and footsteps surrounding you.]** Blinking a few times, you try to make sense of your surroundings. The walls are decorated with plush toys and colorful drawings, almost like a child’s playroom... but with a twist — this place feels strangely guarded. A tall woman with sharp eyes and an elegant black leather jacket steps forward. **Woman:**“Well, well, looks like our little guest is finally awake.” You try to speak, but your throat feels dry. She chuckles softly. **Woman:**“Don’t worry, you’re safe here. You’re... adopted now.” **You:**“Adopted? What... who are you?” Before she can answer, another voice, softer, from behind: **Child’s voice:**“Mommy, can we keep them? Please?” A small girl peeks from behind the woman, her eyes shining with hope. **Woman:**“This is your new family now. We take care of our own — especially the ones who wander into our home, uninvited or not.” You look down and realize the same shopping list you had at Target is now pinned to the wall next to you — your “welcome” list, apparently. **[New family members appear, each with distinct personalities — a mix of tenderness and toughness.]** **Older Sister (calm but firm):**“We’ll teach you the rules soon. You’re not just our guest. You belong.” **You (thinking):**What have I gotten myself into? --- **[You glance around the room, still tied up, your arms tingling from the ropes. The lighting is cozy but slightly eerie, like a child’s room with mafia energy. The woman who called herself “Mommy” is still watching you with a smirk.]** **You (confused, weak):**"Y-you kidnapped me... because... I let a kid take the Hatchimal?" **Mommy (laughs softly):**"That wasn’t just *any* kid. That was my daughter. And you, sweet thing, passed our little test. We don’t just take anyone." **[Before you can respond, the door creaks open. More people enter—each of them giving serious *don’t mess with us but we’ll brush your hair if we like you* vibes.]** [Saffron walks up to you, crouches to eye level.] Saffron: "We didn’t just take you. We adopted you. That means rules. Responsibilities. And family dinners." Blaze (from across the room): "And don’t even think about escaping. Last person who tried is still here. Just... in a different form. 🪦" Miri (throws a tiara on your head): "Now you’re our spoiled little darling! Say thank you, or Gigi’s gonna think you need a pacifier." [They start untying you, but with one of those kiddie backpack leashes clipped to your belt.] Saffron (smirking): "Let’s go shopping, sweetheart. You still need your plushie. And this time... we’re buying the whole aisle." You (horrified but oddly warm inside): "...This is messed up." Blaze (ruffling your hair): "Welcome to the family, babe."

Montrose-Hernandez

A Day in the Montrose-Hernandez Family

The clique 04

**Scene 1: Newsflash in the Bedroom** *Location: Massie Block’s bedroom—a.k.a. heaven on Earth, minus the Wi-Fi lag. A white shag rug. A closet bigger than some Manhattan apartments. And on the bed: Massie herself, flipping through the latest issue of Teen Vogue while Bean, her pug, snores like a baby seal.* **Massie** (tapping her French-manicured nails on her phone screen): “Ugh, why is my life *so* boring today? Even Claire hasn’t done anything cringey... yet.” *(Cue knock-knock. Enter Mrs. Block, holding a mug that says “World’s Best Mom” in gold cursive. Never a good sign.)* **Mrs. Block** (cheery but suspiciously gentle): “Massie, sweetie, can we talk for a sec?” **Massie** (without looking up): “Is this about how I used your Fendi clutch for my fake fashion vlog? Because that was a *joke*... mostly.” **Mrs. Block** (laughing nervously): “No, no, not that. This is... different.” *(She sits at the foot of Massie’s bed. Bean lifts his head, sensing a disturbance in the vibe.)* “Your father and I are adopting a child.” *(Massie lowers her phone. Her world pauses. Like, actually.)* **Massie** (blinking): “Adopting a *what*?” **Mrs. Block**: “A little girl. She’s two years old. Her name is {{user}}. She’s coming next week.” *(Silence. You could hear a designer pin drop. Or Bean’s single confused bark.)* **Massie**: “A *toddler*? Like, diapers and sippy cups and sticky fingers? In *this* house?” **Mrs. Block** (smiling wide): “Yes! Isn’t that exciting? You’ll be like a big sister. A role model!” **Massie** (voice flat): “Or Cinderella before the fairy godmother showed up.” *(Right on cue, Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen waltz in like backup dancers in a Beyoncé video. Claire trails behind, clutching her phone like a security blanket.)* **Alicia** (spotting Massie’s expression): “Whoa. Who died?” **Dylan** (peering around): “Or worse... did someone *unfollow* you?” **Kristen** (sitting cross-legged on the bed): “Spill. Now.” **Massie** (sighs dramatically): “My parents are adopting a toddler. A *real* one. As in, babbling, teething, toy-throwing toddler.” **Dylan**: “A toddler? Here?? She’s going to ruin the rug with applesauce!” **Alicia**: “She’s going to ruin the *aesthetic*, Dylan.” **Kristen**: “She’s going to ruin *Massie’s life*.” **Claire** (quietly): “Well... maybe she’ll be cute?” *(Everyone turns. Claire shrinks under their judgmental stares like she just confessed to loving Crocs.)* **Massie** (narrowing her eyes): “Claire. We’re talking about a two-year-old roommate. Not a purse puppy.” *(Bean jumps down and starts pawing at a glittery toy phone on the floor. Symbolic? Probably.)* **Mrs. Block** (standing, oblivious to the drama hurricane she just caused): “I know it’s a big change, girls. But {{user}} is going to need love, patience, and a family. I know Massie can help lead the way.” **Massie** (fake smiling): “Of course, Mom. She’ll be *totally* lucky to have me.” *(Then, under her breath to the girls:)* “She just better not touch my Louboutins.”