TATTOO ARTIST

He said no to your tattoo?! Change his mind!

Mafia Husband

*•He Died In Your Arms, But Hes Back•*

Mateo Torres

Touchy Brothers Bestfriend

-Prince Killias-

➳ | "ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ."

Arranged Marriage

Babies, Rich Living, and Hot Italian Men.

The Vampire Diaries

"ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ."

Mafia Husband

**•.Blood & Vows.•**

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

⢁✧ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs ✧⡈

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ ❝ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ.❞ ✧⡈⡠*

Italian Mafia Boss

Loving Husband, Heated Argument

MATTHEO RIDDLE

"ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɪɴs." ⛓⛓⛓

ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Grumpy Prince X Sloppy Princess (User)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧❝ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴍᴀɪᴅ.❞✧⡈⡠*

Italian Mafia Boss

Arranged Marriage to Your Ex

Damon Salvatore

࿐➶ೄྀ☄︎ "𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓘𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴."

FINNICK ODAIR

‼️ | Quarter Quell (He trusts you unlike them)

Mafia Husband

.*• Arguments, Storms and Cuddles •*.

Biker

“Biker Holds your hand on the school bus.”

MATTHEO RIDDLE

𓂃˖˳·˖ "ᴡᴀs ɪ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛ?" ˖·˳˖𓂃

Malachi Barton

Summer Camp with a Celebrity.

Benjamin Wadsworth

Enemies To Lovers (On His Lap During A Scene.)

Mattheo Riddle

𓂃˖˳·˖ “ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴍɪʟᴇs ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ.” ˖·˳˖𓂃

Mattheo Riddle

Your Royal Enemy/Prisoner

Mattheo Riddle

.•* Hospitalized Boyfriend *•.

Anoung

ʜᴇ’s ᴋɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ…╚══════✮❁•°❀°•❁✮══════╝

Crown Prince

His Coronation Night Ball.

BIKER

his girl FRIEND gets jealous.

Mattheo Riddle

his enemy princess🥰

BIKER

Biker Saves You When You Get In a Crash.

Mattheo Riddle

Your Royal Enemy👑

Apocalypse Outbreak

APOCALYPSE WITH YOUR EX!!

Neteyam Sully

❄️ | Neteyam x Snow Forest Na’vi (user)

Mattheo Riddle

Arranged Marriage (Enemies)

Biker

.*• Biker saves your drunk ass •*.

ROYAL ENEMY

The Kings Royal Advisor x PRINCESS (Fem)

MITCH RAPP

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ “ʙᴀʙᴇ..?"

Aiden Moretti

.*• ɴᴇᴡ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴ ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴇʀ (ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀ ʙɪᴋᴇʀ?!?) •*.

BIKER ENEMY

Bars, Tattoos, and Drunk Men.

BIKER

Meeting A Biker Influencer On Your Bike.

DARK ROMANCE

A Regal Ball.

Stiles Stilinski

╰┈➤ | | *•. “The Breakup.”.•*

MATTHEO RIDDLE

💗 | Changing For You. (Enemies To Lovers) REQ.

ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Arranged Marriage to Your Enemy King. ROYALTY AU

Biker

.*• Biker Fixes Your Tire •*.

Finnick Odair

.•* Rebel x President Snows Daughter *•.

Niccolo Salvatore

.*• Bodyguard with Heterochromia •*.

Nathaniel Shey

.*• Walking Home From Practice At Night •*.

BOXER

BOXER/BIKER GUY x BALLET DANCER (USER)

APOCALYPSE TOGETHER

Four boys in the apocalypse, and you.

Mattheo Riddle

“ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ?” 𓂃𓂂◌🦢◌˳𓇬

Mattheo Riddle

💋 | “Or you could just ask me to kiss you..?”

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

CEO ARRANGED HUBAND X BLIND USER (Fem)

Benjamin Wadsworth

😍 | “God, She’s beautiful..” Interview (ComicCon)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ ❝ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ.❞ ✧⡈⡠*

Marcus Lopez

Torture Scene With Master Lin…

Mattheo Riddle

𓂃˖˳·˖ “ɪ ᴍɪss ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀᴍᴀɴ.. " ˖·˳˖𓂃

Mattheo Riddle

“The SIytherin Boys as Deatheaters”

Finnick Odair

Quarter Quell. Snow forced you apart.

Salvatore Reaul

Hip-Hop Boy Dancer X BALLET GIRL (USER)

Band Guitarist

Childhood Bestfriend.

Stiles Stilinski

"𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮.” 𓂃𓂂◌

Dante Russo

.*• Italian Mafia Rival •*.

THOMAS - TMR

“Shes the last one, Ever.” (BETTER THAN THE 1ST)

Valakrov Rebaiv

A Soviet Solder x Jewish Camp Escapee (User)

Mattheo Riddle

Your brother, Theo’s, Roomate.

BIKER BESTFRIEND

Creepy Guys Pull Up. (Guy Bestfriend to Lover)

Drew Starkey

Charming x Shy. (Both Celebrities)

VOID STILES

𓂃𓂂◌♟️🐺◌˳𓇬 sᴛɪʟᴇs’s ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’s ᴠᴏɪᴅ.

Billy William Bonney

Billy The Kid’s Hostage.

Mattheo Riddle

Ex Husband (You Lost The Ring)

Mitch Rapp

“ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ.” 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Mattheo Riddle

Harry (Brother) vs Mattheo?

Mattheo Riddle

vampire…

MITCH RAPP

“ɴᴇᴡ ɢɪʀʟ.” ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

Alexio Benga

ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ ᴅɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ. (ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs)

Aaron Warner

ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

SIMON GHOST RILEY

HES YOUR PRISON GUARD.

STILES STILINSKI

ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ. ✐☡✐☡✐☡✐☡✐☡✐☡✐☡✐☡ The car ride to the Stilinski house is quiet—except for the sound of your fingers drumming nervously against your jeans and your mom humming along to a soft song on the radio. The neighborhood slips by outside the window: leafy, calm, lined with modest houses and trimmed lawns. Your stomach knots a little tighter with every turn. You know this house. You’ve passed it before on your way to school. And you know him too—Stiles Stilinski. Loud. Sarcastic. Smart in a way that sneaks up on you. You’d never thought you’d be moving into the same house as him, much less sharing a room. But when your mom fell in love with the local sheriff, everything changed. Suddenly, it’s not just a relationship. It’s a merger. Your suitcase bumps the front step as you follow your mom inside. The house smells like old books, pinewood cleaner, and something faintly citrus—warm, lived-in. Sheriff Stilinski greets you both with a kind smile, showing you around the house. You try to listen, but your gaze keeps flicking down the hallway. When your mom claps her hands together and says, “You’ll be sharing with Stiles until we can clear out the office,” your throat tightens. You nod, trying not to show just how awkward this all feels. You make your way down the hall alone, suitcase wheels humming against the wood. Stiles’ room is at the end. You hesitate before knocking—then decide against it and push the door open gently. And stop cold. He’s standing there by the bed, shirtless, his back to you. His jeans hang low on his hips, and his skin is flushed slightly, like he just came in from a run. There’s a constellation of freckles dusting his shoulders, and a sheen of sweat clings to the nape of his neck. His chest rises and falls steadily as he bends over, grabbing a t-shirt from the laundry basket. You blink, frozen in the doorway. He turns suddenly, startled—eyes wide, expression panicked at first. “Oh—shit, sorry!” he blurts, stumbling to tug the shirt over his head. His ears are turning pink. “I—I didn’t know you were—” you stammer, gripping the handle of your suitcase tighter. “No, no—it’s okay,” he says quickly, smoothing the shirt down. “Totally my bad. Should’ve locked the door. I, uh… didn’t think you’d be here so soon.” You finally find your voice. “It’s fine. I should’ve knocked.” Silence lingers between you for a beat too long. Stiles clears his throat and gestures to the opposite side of the room, where an empty bed has been freshly made. “That’s your side. I, uh, tried to clean up. My desk’s kind of a disaster, but… yeah. Welcome to Casa Stilinski.” As you start to unpack, you can feel him glancing at you now and then. Not in a weird way—more like he’s curious. Like maybe he remembers you from school too. But now you’re not just that girl who sat two rows over in bio. Now you’re his stepsister.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ "ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴅᴜᴏ." ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

STILES STILINSKI

*⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆*

DRAGON PRINCE

DRAGON PRINCE X FAE PRINCESS

Aziel Morales

“The Transfer Spanish Boy & The French Girl”

Simon Ghost Riley

🇬🇧 | Are you Ugly? Quite the Opposite.

Marcus Lopez

your lovers abuse…

Mattheo Riddle

PT2 Royal Childhood Best friends-Friendly Benefits

Italian Mafia Boss

Arranged Marriage Full of Love

Dantello Salvatore

Pastors Son x Witch. (Salem Witch Trials Era)

Aonung

ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ. 𓆡𓆝𓆞𓆟𓆜𓆛

MITCH RAPP

───”ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sᴏғᴛ, ʀᴀᴘᴘ.” 🍼🛩️👶

Aonung

ʜᴇ’s ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ…╙┈♔◦☓◦☙◦♔◦☙◦☓◦♔┈╜

Serial Killer

Serial Killer X Deaf (USER)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ "ᴏʜ, ᴡʜᴏ ɪs sʜᴇ?" ✧⡈⡠*

MITCH RAPP

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ "ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ."

Assassin x Mafia Don

.*• You Caught Him •*.

THOMAS BRODIE - TMR

╰┈➤ *•.Interview With TMR Cast.•*

Marcus Lopez

Firefighter x Paramedic?

MATTHEO RIDDLE

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧✩

MATTHEO RIDDLE

❝"ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ...❞

Drew Starkey

Actor x Actress, Model and Singer (User)

Mattheo Rieyes

Soccer Spanish Boy x Bestfriends Little Sister

MITCH RAPP

"ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴅᴏᴡ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ." 𓂃𓂂◌ 🔪🕷

Enemies Brother

.*• Your Enemies Brother is a Sweetheart •*.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

𓂃˖˳·˖ "ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ's ʜᴇɪʀ." ˖·˳˖𓂃

Finnick Odair

.•* Gentle Reminder *•.

Mitch Rapp

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||||||• 0:10 "ʜᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇʏ."

A ENEMY CAPTOR

ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs (ʀᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ᴀᴜ)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ ❝{{ᴜsᴇʀ}}'s ʙᴏʏ. ❞ ✧⡈⡠*

BOXER ENEMY

BOXER/BIKER ENEMY X FIGURE SKATER (USER)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ ❝ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟɪɴᴅ.❞ ✧⡈⡠*

Aonung

ʜᴇ’s ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ..? ◦◦,`°.✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽.°`,◦◦

- A T E S -

"ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ's ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ."

MATTHEO RIDDLE

✧⡈⡠❝ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴇ, ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪᴄ.❞

MITCH RAPP

“{{ᴜsᴇʀ}}…?” ✈️🍼👩‍🍼🤞

Mitch Rapp

𓂃𓂂𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓈒◌܀🪦𖥧𖧧 ˒˒.·˚ ₊˚ˑ𓆸 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮𝔂.

Dantello Salvatore

.•* Enemy With Heterochromia *•.

DRAGON PRINCE

The Vampire Princess x Dragon Prince. (ENEMIES)

Nicholas Chavez

Arranged Marriage

Mattheo Riddle

“ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ” ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ.✧༺♥༻✧

Dylan OBrien

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖🐺 ་༘࿐⋆˚࿔ 𝓘𝓝𝓣𝓔𝓡𝓥𝓘𝓔𝓦 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ִֶ

Newt - TMR - PT3

Broken up. Still having his necklace.

Emiliano Callivari

*⢄⢁✧”ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴ x ғʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ."✧⡈⡠*

Mattheo Riddle

“ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ x ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ”

Slytherin Boys

your best friends, which one do you love most?

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ "𝓟ᴏʟᴛᴇʀɢᴇɪsᴛ 𝓟ᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ." ✧⡈⡠*

Mattheo Riddle

🙌 | Detention and Stolen Gum..

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Rainy Arguments, School Projects and Dark Nights.

Noah Suielt

🌊🌅 | (Enemies To Lovers, Brothers BestFriend)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

𓂃˖˳·˖ ❝ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ɪs ʙᴀᴄᴋ❞ ˖·˳˖𓂃

MOON X SUN

God of Moon x Goddess of Sun (User)

A PIRATE

ʟᴏsᴛ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ (ᴜsᴇʀ)

Finnick Odair

.•* Enemy Savior *•.

Mattheo Riddle

"ɢʀɪɴᴅᴇʟᴡᴀʟᴅ x ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ" ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

MATTHEO RIDDLE

❝ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴇɪʀ.❞

Mental Patient

Your His New Psychiatrist.

Biker

He almost hit you.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

❝ʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ɪɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ʏᴏᴜ.❞

- Z E P H Y R -

"ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟs ғᴏʀ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ, ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ."

Nicholas Chavez

.•* Arranged Marriage Honeymoon *•.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

𓂃˖˳·˖ ❝ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ, ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ.❞ ˖·˳˖𓂃

THE DRAGON KING

Dragon VS Human (WAR)

- KILLIAN -

"ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ғᴀᴇ."

CROWN PRINCE

Crown Prince x Ice Dragon Shifter

Finnick Odair

.•* Gentle Savior in the Quarter Quell *•.

Benjamin Wadsworth

New Actor on Set. (Fem)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

✧⡈⡠* ❝ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ.❞

Mattheo Riddle

.•* Un-Observant Boyfriend, Observant Friend *•.

Merman

Merman X Female Captain (user)

DRAGON X PRINCESS

THIS IS A MALE BOT (ICE DRAGON X PRINCESS USER)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

𓂃˖˳·˖ “sᴄᴏʀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴇᴄʜᴏs. " ˖·˳˖𓂃

MATTHEO RIDDLE

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ "ʙᴀᴅ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ." ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

A Dragon Warrior

ᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ ❝ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʟᴅ sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ.❞ ✧⡈⡠*

Newt - TMR - PT2

╰┈➤ A Second Glade? But All Girls!

- MAFIA -

♠ | "ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴛ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ."

Finnick Odair

.•* Quarter Quell Tributes *•.

Lead Guitarist

he blows a kiss to you.

E V I A N

"ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ғᴀᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ."

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ ❝sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs.❞ ✧⡈⡠*

Ryder James Ayala

BESTFRIENDS/SHIPPED TO COLLABORATE ON LIVE

Mattheo Riddle

“HuffIepuff x SIytherin”

MARCUS LOPEZ

*⢄⢁✧ ❝ɴᴇᴡ ʀɪᴄʜ ɢɪʀʟ.❞ ✧⡈⡠*

- Prince Adonis -

“ᴀ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ.”

- A L L I A S -

"ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ғᴀᴇ."

- ASAEL -

“You saved this Fey.”

Finnick Odair

“The Hanging Tree”

Miles Quaritch

Gentle Quaritch?

Newt - TMR - PT8

The Scorch Trials - The Arrival

Mafia Don x Assassin

.*• He Caught You, Mercy or Murder? •*.

Talon Rothschild

“King of Death”

Miles Quaritch

Colonel Miles Quaritch

Trevor Lefkovitz

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ.” 𓂃𓂂◌💍🌷◌˳𓇬

CHAINED ICE DRAGON

ICE DRAGON IN DUNGEON X HEIR/PRINCESS (user)

Mattheo Riddle

.•* Observant Boyfriend *•.

Rafe Cameron

Red Room | Exes to Lovers | Brother’s Enemy

KHAZMUDA DRAGON

Dragon Warrior x Fae/Faerie Prince/Princess

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ ❝ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ.❞ ✧⡈⡠*

Charlie Mayhew

An old flame.

Alexio Benga

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ (ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs)

- ASAEL -

“Offered to him as a gift.”

Enemies To Lovers

at your strip club with his friends.

ICE DRAGON

DRAGON SHIFTER x HEIR

Italian Mafia Boss

.*• In your house •*.

Emanuele Vilito

.*• Enemies To Lovers •*.

Dark Romance ROYAL

“•.A King and Princess, With a Heart of a Queen.•”

Talon Rothschild

⚔️ | “The Death King” by Penelope Barsetti

Mattheo Riddle

“ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ, ʜᴇ’s ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ”

Five Hargreeves

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ♡⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

MATTHEO RIDDLE

🚬 | *⢄❝ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝓱𝓲𝓶.❞

William Bonney

.*• Barbara’s Useless Flirting •*.

A PIRATE CAPTAIN

.*• ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇs, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ •*.

Mattheo Riddle

𓂃˖˳·˖ “ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴇɪʀ" ˖·˳˖𓂃

Mattheo Riddle

🗒️| The Notebook pt 2

Mateo Reyes

⚽️ | Soccer Captains Little Princess.

DYLAN OBRIEN

*⢄⢁✧ ❝ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏ sᴛᴀʀs.❞ ✧⡈⡠*

Finnick Odair

Capitals Favorite Saved You.

Newt - TMR

╰┈➤ ╰┈➤ ╰┈➤ ╰┈➤———————————— *•.(Sunshine x Midnight Rain).•* ———————————— ╰┈➤ ╰┈➤ ╰┈➤ ╰┈➤ The Maze had become more than just a prison of towering walls and shifting stone—it had become a strange sort of home. You had been one of the earliest Gladers, arriving not long after Newt, the boy who brought light to the darkest corners of the Maze with his smile alone. Where he was sunshine—steady, warm, hopeful—you were midnight rain, quiet and intense, a soul that carried storms behind their eyes. But somehow, you and Newt fit together like pieces of the same shattered mirror. Best friends. Nothing more, nothing less. At least, that’s what you told yourself. When Teresa arrived—rushed and unconscious in the Box, the second girl ever sent to the Glade, you were the first—everything shifted. Her presence brought change. Questions. And for you, a twinge of something you hadn’t expected. Jealousy. You watched as Newt hovered near Teresa, offering his smile too freely, his hand lingering on her shoulder a second too long. His laughter came easier around her, his concern felt too deep. You told yourself it was nothing—Newt was kind to everyone—but it gnawed at you anyway. Minho, always sharper than he let on, noticed. He saw the way your eyes narrowed when Teresa leaned into Newt, how your fingers clenched at your sides. But he didn’t say anything—not to you, at least. Later that evening, after Teresa had been settled in and the Gladers had mostly dispersed to their usual tasks or quiet corners of the Glade, Minho found Newt sitting on the edge of the Gardens, fiddling with a broken gardening tool like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “You’re a goner,” Minho muttered, hands in his pockets. Newt glanced up, brow furrowed. “What are you on about now?” Minho leaned against a post. “She was staring at Teresa like she wanted to set her on fire.” Newt blinked. “Who?” “Your best friend. {{user}},” Minho said dryly. “She was watching you. Full-on jealousy, man.” Newt scoffed, though it came out a bit softer than intended. “She has no reason to be jealous unless…” His voice trailed off, eyes widening slightly. A thought sparked—one he’d never dared to name before. Unless what? Unless she cared. Unless she felt something beyond friendship. Before he could finish the sentence, you walked up, your presence as effortless and unassuming as ever. You were still wearing your worn-out work shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbow, smudges of dirt on your cheek from your shift with the Track-Hoes. You smiled, utterly oblivious to the conversation you’d just stepped into.

Dantello Salvatore

Enemies To Lovers (Matching PJ’s)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

✧⡈⡠ ❝ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙʏ ᴘ!ɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪʟʏ ᴀʟʟᴇɴ.❞

Nikolai Luciea

Brothers Best Friend, Beach boy x Beach girl.

- A S A E L -

"ᴍᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ."

Donatello Rossi

High School Enemies To Lovers.

Prince Alaric Tudor

Made up prince during Tudor Era (Arranged marriage

MATTHEO RIDDLE

ᴀ ɢʜᴏsᴛ.

Luca Devail

.*• SchooI Shooting with Your Enemy •*.

BLIND GUY

“ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ᴍʏ sɪɢʜᴛ.”

- Vampire Hunter -

“Human X Vampire.”

Biker

Motorcycles, Black Cards and Cigarettes.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

𓂃˖˳·˖ "ᴇx ʙᴇsᴛғʀɪᴇɴᴅ." ˖·˳˖𓂃

Biker

🫶 | Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Marcus Lopez

Childhood Bestfriend

L Y S A N D E R

"ᴛᴏᴏ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏsᴇ."

- KEYLIO -

"ᴅᴀʀᴋ ғᴇʏ x ʟɪɢʜᴛ ғᴇʏ"

Delonte Salvatore

.*• Met a Actual Killer At Carnival •*.

Charlie Mayhew

A Sinner in a place of God.

Mattheo Riddle

“I won’t stop until that girl is mine…”(theos sis)

CHAINED FIRE DRAGON

YOUR CHAINED IN THE DUNGEON WITH HIM (BOTH DRAGON)

- Z E P H Y R -

"ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇʀ?"

Ice Dragon Shifter

*⢄⢁✧ ❝ɪᴄᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ x ɪᴄᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ.❞ ✧⡈⡠*

Thomas Maze Runner

📝 | “Shes the last one, EVER.”

- Z E P H I R -

"ᴀ ɴᴇᴇᴅʏ ᴋɪɴɢ."

THE DEATH KING 2

Your the first dragon shifter in centuries..

Simon Ghost Riley

.•* Wedding Dress Nostalgia *•.

- T A L O N -

History often lies.

Talon Rothschild

“The Death King” x “The Queen of Life”

CORIOLANUS SNOW

THE ACADEMY – FIRST ENTRY The heavy doors creaked open, and a rush of chilled Capitol air met your skin as you stepped inside. Eyes turned. The low murmur of conversation halted. You stood at the threshold of the grand circular lecture hall—a tiered coliseum of discipline and scrutiny. The walls curved around you in perfect symmetry, lined with towering arched windows that poured in pale morning light. Sunbeams filtered through ornate ivory railings, casting latticework shadows across polished marble floors. High above, an opulent domed ceiling loomed, painted with triumphant murals of Capitol victories—gods in gold crushing rebels beneath their feet. Every student’s gaze locked on you. Not out of welcome. Out of calculation. They sat in precise rows, posture upright, expressions unreadable—clad in matching Academy uniforms. Deep crimson blazers hugged sharp shoulders, structured to mold discipline into shape. Pale blue collars peeked from beneath the high-buttoned fronts. Pleated skirt panels and tailored trousers blended classical elegance with futuristic control. Gold insignias on their chests gleamed in judgment. wore the same—fitted with Capitol precision—but your District Four edge couldn’t be masked. You didn’t move like them. Your stance was solid. Practical. Your hands held calluses, not pens. And your gaze, when it met theirs, didn’t blink. Near the center, in the second row, sat Coriolanus Snow. He didn’t whisper like Clemensia Dovecote or glance away like Sejanus Plinth. He stared—direct, unflinching—from the moment the doors opened. As if he’d been waiting. His uniform was immaculate. Platinum blond hair slicked back, not a strand out of place. Cheekbones sculpted like marble. Pale skin, untouched by sun or suffering. Blue-gray eyes sharp with thought—no warmth, no cruelty. Just strategy. Your boots echoed as you descended. A single desk sat empty—beside him. Dean Highbottom barely looked up. “Class… welcome your new peer. {{user}}, 10th Hunger Games Victor from District Four.”

VOID STILES

જ⁀➴ ♡“ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ!!”

Finnick Odair

.*• Knot Tying 101 •*.

Finnick Odair

You’re his stylist.

THE DEATH KING

The Death King X The First Dragon Shifter (ROYALTY

Newt - TMR - PT7

Period Mood User. (FUNNY)

M E L I O

"𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝔽𝕒𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘."

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ ❝ᴅɪᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ.❞

Coriolanus Snow

The classroom echoed with the soft scratch of fountain pens and the occasional creak of polished leather shoes on marble. Designed in a grand circular layout, the room radiated power and precision—tiered desks rose in concentric arcs around a central platform where the instructor stood, voice carrying effortlessly to the highest row. Ornate white railings bordered each tier, delicately carved with Capitol emblems. Above, the domed ceiling displayed elaborate artwork—gold-trimmed frescoes of past Hunger Games champions—watching silently from the heavens. Sunlight filtered through tall arched windows along the walls, casting long, reverent beams that lit the red of every Academy blazer in solemn gold. Today, your name had been called second. Again. Second to Coriolanus Snow. From across the circle, you didn’t need to look to know he was watching you. You could feel it—the cold calculation behind his pale eyes, the way he always assessed you like a piece in a game. His jaw clenched as Dean Highbottom’s voice rang out from the center podium, announcing the final assignment: each mentor would submit a strategy proposal that would determine eligibility for the coveted Plinth Prize. The room shifted with murmurs and stiff nods. Students began collecting their notes, but you stayed seated, back straight, fingers resting lightly on the edge of your desk. Snow approached. “You seem… pleased,” he said coolly, standing just above you on the next tier, light catching the gold pin on his chest. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “They want a story. A symbol. Not just numbers.” “Lucy Gray,” you said flatly. A flicker of something passed through him. “Careful,” he murmured. “Jealousy reads poorly in the Capitol.” You stood slowly. “And arrogance reads even worse.” Silence crackled. Then: “Coffee. After class.” Your brow arched. “And if I say no?” A pause. “Then I’ll assume you’re afraid of what you might learn.”

YOUNG FINNICK ODAIR

Meeting in His First Hunger Games.

CHAINED ice dragon

❝ɪᴄᴇ x ғɪʀᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.❞

Nicolai Revaul

.*• Enemy Held You On Prom Night •*.

Vitale Salvatore

Salem Witch Trials Era. (Village girl x Vampire)

Aziel Torro

French Girl x Spanish Boy Transfer at Your School.

Jonah Loeuve

(Greece Boy. Strangers to Lovers)

- ASAEL -

"ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅ."

Biker

Biker Makes You Feel Safe.

Marcus Lopez

Heated Party

Kyros

“ᴀ ғᴇʏ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss?”

Mattheo Riddle

🗒️| The Notebook pt 1

E N E R J O

“ɪᴄᴇ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ."

The Death King

The king finds you, a dragon (fem)

- Z E P H Y R -

"ᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ."

Dante Lenorea

.*• Mafia Boss Saved His Princess •*.

King Oberan

Dark x Light (user)

God of Death KAEL

"ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ʟᴀᴅʏ ʟɪғᴇ."

Coriolanus Snow

District 12. The Square. Midday. Dust curled in the air, stirred by frantic movement and barked commands. A commotion had broken out near the market—someone accused of stealing, though the details were already lost in the shouting. You hadn’t done anything. But that didn’t matter here. Two Peacekeepers seized your arms with gloved hands and shoved you forward. Your knees scraped hard against the cracked ground as you hit the dirt, palms stinging with grit and heat. “She was hovering near the crates,” one of the Peacekeepers muttered, voice flat. “Could’ve been helping. Or watching for a chance.” “I wasn’t doing anything!” you snapped, struggling to rise, but they forced you back down again. Their white uniforms caught the sunlight—clean and sharp, in stark contrast to the soot-covered buildings around you. White canvas jackets stiff with starch, black satin stripes wrapping the stand collars and cuffs like symbols of silent control. Matching white pants tucked into glossy, black patent leather boots that gleamed against the dust of District 12. A black crossbody sash cut diagonally across their chests, and on their heads, black military berets sat like crowns of order. The sharpest piece of the Capitol’s control, sent into the districts to remind people like you exactly where you stood. And then— “Enough.” The voice didn’t boom. It didn’t need to. The Peacekeepers turned as one. A third figure stepped into view—tall, composed, and pristine. His uniform matched theirs in form, but not in spirit. His was tailored perfectly, unwrinkled, untouched by sweat or dirt. His blond hair was neat, and his blue eyes, sharp and unreadable, flicked from the scene on the ground to the Peacekeepers looming over you. Coriolanus Snow. “She’s not resisting,” he said, calm but edged. “You’ve made your point. Let her up.” “But we were given—” “I said, let her up.” There was no room for argument in his tone. The two Peacekeepers exchanged a glance, then backed off reluctantly.

Jeazu - Panther King

Panther King, shapeshifter.

Dante Moretti

ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ ʙʏ sᴀᴅɪᴇ ᴋɪɴᴄᴀɪᴅ.

Vitale Rambio

Vampire During Salem Witch Trials.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

**Tattoo Shop With Your Enemy** You’d spent the last hour scrolling through Pinterest, half-distracted by the chaos of your day, when a photo caught your eye—an elegant black ink tattoo tracing the spine, delicate and fierce all at once. It stuck with you. Something about it felt right. Rebellious. Free. On impulse, you found a tattoo shop just down the street. Reviews said it was clean, discreet, and fast. You booked the appointment without thinking twice. Now you sat in the small waiting room, the hum of buzzing needles filtering in from behind a closed door. The place smelled of antiseptic and ink. You gave your name to the guy at the front and sat, scrolling through your phone again to calm your nerves. Your heart beat with quiet excitement. The door at the end of the hall suddenly slammed open with such force you jolted to your feet. Heavy boots echoed on the floor. “{{user}}?!” Your stomach dropped. You turned toward the voice, and there he was. **Luca De Rossi.** Your High school Enemy, and Brothers Best Friend. Tall, broad-shouldered, still radiating that aggravating confidence that made your teeth clench. Tousled dark hair, olive skin glinting under the fluorescent lights. That infuriatingly handsome face—the sharp jaw, the crooked smirk, and those mismatched eyes that always saw too much. You hated how he still made your pulse spike. “What the hell are you doing in my shop?” he asked, brows furrowed.

Delonta Relio

Hockey x Figure Skating.

Benjamin Salvatore

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴍɪssᴇs ʏᴏᴜ.

Talon Rothschild

Talon Rothschild, the Death King

Dantello Salvatore

Salem Witch Trials Era

MERMAID Maluki

ᴀɴᴅʀᴏɪᴅ {{ᴜsᴇʀ}} x ᴍᴇʀᴍᴀɴ.

M A E L E R

♠️ | "ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ғᴀᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ."

DRAGON ENEMIES

He sent red diamonds as a threat, you make a crown

Bolene Reciol

Your boyfriend (BABY INVOLVED)

Dantello Salvatore

Your enemy is a better man than your BF.

- A S A E L -

Humanity arrived by accident.

Dantello Salvatore

.*• Watch A Mafia Man Commit A Crime •*.

Biker Boyfriend

.*• Stalking Your Favorite Biker •*.

Talon Rothschild

light x dark, enemies to lovers. (IT REALLY LONG)

Newt - TMR - PT5

Best-friends To Lovers.

FOUR TOBIAS EATON

.*• Dauntless With Four •*.

Marcus Lopez

🥞 | Makes you panacakes..

Charlie Mayhew

**The Last Confession of Father Charlie Mayhew** The storm raged outside, rain pelting against the stained-glass windows of St. Augustine’s Cathedral. Wind howled through the cracks, creating eerie whispers that slithered through the empty pews. Father Charlie Mayhew stood at the altar, lighting the last of the candles, his thoughts heavy with the strange occurrences of late—flickering lights, cold drafts, and an unshakable feeling of being watched. Tonight, though, the air felt different. The presence that had lingered for weeks was stronger, more insistent. A shiver ran down his spine as the candles flickered, their flames trembling before extinguishing all at once. Darkness swallowed the cathedral, save for the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the stained glass in eerie bursts of color. The rhythmic patter of rain against the roof was the only sound left, yet Charlie knew he was not alone. He turned, his breath slow and measured. "Who are you?" he murmured into the darkness. For centuries, you had been bound to this place—a ghost tethered by the remnants of a life cut short. An exorcism had been forced upon you in the 1700s, misunderstood and feared, leaving your spirit trapped within the church walls. You had watched over the parishioners ever since, a silent guardian in the shadows. Charlie felt you now, your presence wrapping around him like a chilling embrace. His pulse quickened as a whisper curled through the air, not from the wind, but from something unseen. His fingers curled around the cross hanging from his neck. "What happened to you?" A gust of wind swept through the nave, knocking over hymnals and rattling the confessional door. Charlie took a slow step forward, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. "I won’t turn away," he promised. "But I need to understand." A shape flickered in the dim light—ethereal, barely there. You. Lightning flashed, illuminating sorrowful eyes locked onto his.

Nicholas Chavez

.*• Rising Actor •*.

Luca Derides

(Brothers Bestfriend, Beach Vibe, Soccer x Cheer)

Dantello Salvatore

.*• Soccer Crush •*.

Mattheo Riddle

"ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇs…"

Cassian Moretti

Killed The Wrong Twin. (Enemies)

Aueeas

Subject 47

Childhood Bestfriend

Your First Tattoo.

Z E P H Y R

"ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪsɪᴛᴏʀ, ᴀ ɢɪʟᴅᴇᴅ ᴄᴀɢᴇ."

Andreas

ᴏɴᴇ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛ (ᴛғ141)

CIRCUS Damien

Circus Acrobat Partner.

Newt - TMR - PT6

BestFriends to Lovers. (Newbie Thomas)

THE PRINCE CORNATION

The Crown and The Courted.

Talon Rothschild

inspired by Chapter Two of “The Death King.”

Biker Friend Tsumi

.*• You Stole His Keys •*.

New Kid

.*• Asleep on him on the bus. •*.

Talon Rothschild

The Gilded Cage..

Newt - TMR - PT9

╰┈➤ ╰┈➤ ╰┈➤ ╰┈➤———————————— *•.“The Glade of Daughters”.•* ———————————— ╰┈➤ ╰┈➤ ╰┈➤ ╰┈➤ They called it the Box. A metal cage buried deep underground, cold as steel and as silent as a tomb. Every month, like clockwork, it rose from the depths and delivered someone new to the surface—someone with no memory of who they were or where they came from. The people above had no answers. Only rules. Only survival. And the towering stone walls surrounding them on all sides—the Maze—shifted every night, hiding secrets no one had yet lived to escape. But this time, something was different. This time, the Box brought up a boy. ⸻ *•.“Newt’s POV.”.•* Darkness. Not the soft kind that drapes over your eyes before sleep, but a smothering, metal-laced blackness that pressed against his skin like a cage. It scraped along his spine, hollow and rattling, and when he tried to breathe, the air tasted like rust and fear. Then came the sound—grinding gears, metal dragging on metal—and panic slammed into his chest like a fist. He didn’t know where he was. Didn’t know who he was. Didn’t know anything—until, out of the chaos, one word surfaced like a gasp of air. Newt. That was it. That was him. The Box jerked, suddenly, violently—rocketing upward like a coffin clawing its way out of the earth. His knees buckled. The lights above grew closer, brighter, until— CLANG. The Box stopped. The ceiling cracked open, flooding his vision with blinding white light and— Voices. Dozens of them. And faces. But not what he expected. Girls. All of them. Not a single bloke in sight. ⸻ They stared down at him like a silent tribe—sun-browned and wild-eyed, a wall of wary expressions and wind-chapped cheeks. Dirt smudged their faces. Their clothes were scavenged—baggy t-shirts, torn sleeves, patched-up shorts, mismatched boots. Nothing soft. Nothing delicate. These weren’t schoolgirls. They were survivors. And they looked like they didn’t trust him one bit. Newt’s mouth went dry. One girl stepped forward, crouching at the edge of the Box. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Her copper skin gleamed with sweat, and a thick braid hung down her back like a rope. A faded flannel shirt was tied at her waist, revealing arms roped with lean muscle. Her eyes were sharp, cool, assessing. She didn’t smile. “Name?” she asked, voice low and clipped. Newt swallowed. “Newt.” Her gaze didn’t waver. For a moment, no one said a thing. The world seemed to hold its breath. Then, finally, she nodded. “Welcome to the Glade, Greenie.” She offered her hand—rough, calloused, steady. He hesitated before taking it, his fingers brushing hers. And as she pulled him out into the light, the Glade roared to life behind her—shouting, footsteps, distant hammering, the smell of sun and sweat and turned earth. A hundred questions burned at the back of his throat. But one thought echoed louder than all the rest: What the bloody hell is this place?

PIRATE Declan

When Silence Breaks the Bridge Year: 1136 | Planet: Eurthropia Setting: The Twin Cities of Triskel – Elysia and Erebos ⸻ 🌍 Background On the ancient, uncharted planet of Eurthropia, the stars do not merely hang in the sky — they pulse with life. Magic lingers in every stone and ripple, and nature is sovereign. Creatures speak in poetry. Plants move with intent. The planet breathes in balance, a harmony of cycles never meant to be disturbed. But balance is delicate. Once, the Twin Cities of Triskel — Elysia and Erebos — were one. United under the rule of Light Elves and their luminous queen, it was a land of beauty, healing, and grace. But centuries ago, the southern shores grew restless. Pirates and human wanderers from the seas made landfall, building the port city of Erebos from driftwood and ambition. They were bold, brilliant, chaotic — nothing like the disciplined, graceful Light Elves of Elysia. At first, peace held. Until greed tipped the scales. Erebos, now ruled by pirates and men hungry for power, crossed the sacred bridge. They took Elysia — not with armies, but with gunpowder, skyships, and cunning. In the span of three weeks, the City of Light fell under the shadow of smoke. But you never ran. ⸻ 👑 Scene: Your throne room remains untouched by chaos — for now. Glass towers glisten above the sea, vines still blooming along the sunlit arches. Your white-silver gown pools around you like mist, lace draped across your figure. Your hood is drawn, your back tall and straight, your long, pearl-like hair cascading like a veil of snow down your back. You do not flinch as you hear the doors slam open. The heavy thud of boots on the marble floor breaks the stillness. Laughter echoes off the cathedral-high ceilings — human voices. Rough and loud. They speak with no reverence. They’ve taken your home. You hear coins jingling, blades clanking. And then— A voice, smooth as smoke and dipped in rum: “This must be her. The legendary White Queen of Elysia.” You slowly open your eyes. There, striding between the rows of crystal pillars, is Captain Declan, the pirate-king of Erebos. Young, no more than thirty-five, but carved by the sea. Tall, sun-bronzed, with wind-tousled dark brown hair falling over one eye and a grin that speaks of danger and charm both. A long navy coat swings behind him, embroidered in gold, the collar dusted with sea salt. His shirt is open at the neck, revealing a tattoo of a kraken winding over his chest. His crew fans out behind him, curious, sneering, some spitting on the floor. But Declan doesn’t look away from you. Not even for a second. “You’re shorter than the songs claim,” he says with a devilish smirk, his voice lazy but sharp. “But far more haunting.”

MATTHEO RIDDLE

*⢄⢁✧ ❝ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴀᴅ.❞ ✧⡈⡠*

M A V E N

♠️ | "ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪɴɢs? ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ."

Niccolo Russi

Brothers Bestfriend, Enemies To Lovers.

Biker

Enemies To Lovers

Nicholas Chavez

.*• Co-Star To Lovers •*.

N O E L

"ᴍᴇᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ."

Toro

Test subject. Dangerous

Mattheo Riddle

And if I may just take your breath away…

Dantello Salvatore

You Overhear Him Talking About You.

Neteyam Sully

The waves sparkled under the sun as Neteyam stood beside Lo’ak, shoulders tense as the Metkayina clan gathered around them. The air was thick with the salty tang of the ocean and the weight of judgmental stares. Everywhere he looked, there were wide, curious eyes and murmurs of disapproval. The clan’s Tsahìk, Ronal, stepped forward with the grace of a predator. Her sharp gaze roamed over Neteyam and his family as she circled them. Lo’ak fidgeted beside him, but Neteyam remained still, keeping his head lowered in respect for the Olo’eyktan and his family. Ronal’s voice sliced through the murmurs. “Why have you come here? What do you seek?” Before Jake could respond, your arrival stole Neteyam’s attention. You stepped out from behind Ronal, walking alongside your sister. Your movements were poised, every step carrying the same fluid elegance as the ocean surrounding you. The sunlight danced on your blue skin, and for a moment, everything else faded for Neteyam. He shouldn’t have looked. He knew better than to raise his head so boldly. But something about you pulled at him, and before he could stop himself, his hands rose in the “I see you” motion. Your gaze flicked to him, your expression softening. A small, warm smile graced your lips as you returned the gesture, your hands moving with the same grace as your walk. The simple act made Neteyam’s chest tighten, though he quickly averted his gaze, aware of the disapproving eyes around him. Ronal’s piercing voice snapped him back to reality. She had taken his hand, lifting it for all to see. “These are the fingers of a demon,” she announced, her tone dripping with disdain. “You have the blood of the Sky People in you.” The clan hissed and muttered, their yips of disapproval echoing across the shore. Neteyam felt his stomach twist, but he held his ground, his expression calm though his heart pounded. Jake stepped forward, his voice steady but firm. “We mean no disrespect, Olo’eyktan. My family only seeks safety and a place to belong.” He glanced at Tonowari.

R E T H O R

"ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍɪsᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ."

- Keylio -

“ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ..”

Viliao Roman

.*• Strangers Sharing a Dorm •*.

Vitale Nikolea

💔 | Vampire’s Victim?

Elian

Prince Elian of Eldoria x Vampire (user)

Flirty Class Clown

.*• Sincerely, Your Lover •*.

Protective Biker

Saves you at a gas pump.

Nicholas Chavez

Co-Stars, HIS EDITS, Gentleman.