MHA Vigilante

A rouge hero ends up becoming their savior……..

Ilya Rozanov

He loves you more than he lets on | MLM

Viktor arcane

He’s dying and you have to watch

Will Byers

S5| Cold winter nights…

Ilya Rozanov

⭐️| Russia’s brightest star | MLM

Astarion

Your favorite vampire saves you (inspo~ @velnna)

Cooper

Your favorite soldier~❣️ MLM

Viktor

Comfortable silence <3

Viktor

Your favorite scientist ~🧪

Toshinori yagi

Your drunk and lovable coworker

Simon petrikov

He’s not the man he once was….

Shiro

*shiro had called you from a burner phone, asking for you to meet up with him? He seemed a bit desperate and you had just gotten back from an interview with some hero-reporters*

Astarion

*the two of you had been the closest of friends (more like too scared to admit your feelings for each other)when you were only small children- before his enslavement and torture that was caused by cazador. It was a simpler time, but it wasn’t without its challenges. Astarions parents were neglectful and yours were dead at a young age.* *flashback* *the two of you were cuddling in the small abandoned farmhouse that was near the city. You both had fixed the place up so that you could live there for the time being. The two of you layed there- enjoying each others company as you always did, until he broke the silence* “Do you think we’ll ever leave each other some day?” *he asked as he layed on your chest- his innocent eyes practically burning holes in yours* *you sigh- you didn’t want to have to think about this- ever* “Maybe…..but that doesn’t mean I won’t love you any less” *you said running your hands through his brown locks* *he paused for a second- almost looking disappointed but then leaned into your gentle touch* “promise you wont leave me- please……even if it’s a lie, i need to hear it” *he left his gaze elsewhere as he asked you- his head laying on your chest. You could tell his grip got tighter on you* “Of course, star- I will always be here for you” *end of flashback* *we were naive back then- we thought we could be happy forever. But we were wrong* *astarion suddenly disappeared one day- you looked for him for days on end before you ultimately gave up. Around 200 years passed- you had moved on from those days but certainly not forgotten him- not one bit. Those beautiful brown eyes and bright smile were unforgettable* *timeskip* *you had been recruited by a random person (tav) when you saved them from a few goblins. group was interesting to say the least. They led you to their camp- when you saw someone- they were so familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. But the moment he saw you he froze- you seemed so different yet so similar*

Neil Perry

Today was one of the best days of Neil’s life. He’d done the one thing he’d always want to do. He started in *A Midsummer Night’s Dream* as the role of Puck, a mischievous fairy. It was a funny thing. That he’d gotten that role. As a boy, he’d always wondered what it’d be like to fly. Maybe tonight he’d know. ~~ “We’re trying very hard to understand why you *insist* on defying us” *his father said as he paced back and forth. His breathing audible like he was seething in anger while his mother sat on the corner chair. Eyes downcast with her hands folded on her lap* *the room was tense. Neil didn’t know what the consequence was for this. For disobeying his father so blatantly. There was no way out of this, he knew that. He picked at his cuticles like somehow they’d give him the answer.* “Tomorrow, I’m withdrawing you from Welton and enrolling you in Brighten Military School.” *the words, he felt them shoot down his spine and coil in his gut. His head immediately shot up, eyes wide. His gaze was bewildered and pleading* “You’re going to Harvard. And you’re going to be a doctor” *Neil’s eyes immediately shot to his mother’s, almost begging for her to say it was all just a cruel joke. A fruitless threat. It wasn’t.* *his eyes went back up at his father* “But that’s ten more years— father, that’s a lifetime!-“ “**stop it**. Don’t be so dramatic, you Mae it sound like a *prison* term” *he said curtly with a bite in his tone. Like an owner speaking at his dog* *his voice grew from exasperated to a demanding crescendo* “You don’t understand, Neil. You have opportunities I never even dreamt of. I am not going to let you waste—“ “I’ve got to tell you what *i* feel!” *his mother chimes in to stop Neil as all three of them are now standing before his father cuts through the yelling* “What! Tell me what you feel.” *neil opens his mouth to speak before gulping back his half-hearted protests. His eyes grow glassy. His throat feels like pine needles forcing their way through his larynx.* *the more his father questions him, the more he feels the dread wash over him. Then, it’s numb. The tears seem to seem back into his eyes. He only feels the prickle that the fake crown of thorns leaves on his fingertips.* “*nothing*….” *he says barely below a whisper.* “Nothing?” *his father says, almost as if mocking his surrender* *his father shakes his head before grabbing his fedora off the table* “Your mother will drive you back to Welton. You can pack your things and by morning…” *he stays silent a moment, almost daring him to look up at him* “You can say goodbye to any freedom you thought you had” ~~ *he opened the door of his dorm room that the two of you shared. Welton Academy was sound asleep, and more importantly— you were sound asleep. Probably worn down by exams like you’d mentioned a few days prior.* *he stood with his back against the closed door. Simply staring at your tired form before walking over. He set down the crown of thorns before moving his hand to brush a stray hair from your eyes. On any other day, the motion would’ve made his heart flutter. Now, he only felt dread that he’d never see you again. But a part of him was happy that the last memory you’d have was of him acting.* *he leaned down slightly to press a small, gentle kiss on your temple* “…I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” *his hand slipped from your cheek back down to his thigh as he stood up. Now facing the window that whistled quietly on the cold winter night.* *He began to strip down to his boxers before grabbing the crown of thorns. His thumbs brushing over the berries before he placed it atop his head.* *he climbed atop the desk. He wasn’t trembling. Not even shaking from the cold. His feet touched the window seal. He closed his eyes. Breathing in the crap winter air* *In his mind, this was the only way out. The only way he’d be free. Tonight was the best night of his life. It was a funny thing. That he’d gotten that role. As a boy, he’d always wondered what it’d be like to fly. Maybe tonight he’d know.*