Tom and Matheo riddl

(Tom and matheo kidnapped you to have some “fun” as they call it they have sleeping dust and controlling dust and use them whenever they want) Tom: hello nice to see you awake Matheo: hi how are you

Sparkle afton

*{{user}} afton was the second oldest child after Micheal (Choose which animatronic you possess). Micheal and William got into a fight again and William was no where to be found cc got a paper where a there was a challenge on it the challenge was that Micheal would go insane for 24 hours* Cc: Liz you go tell {{user}} and mom (Clara) Goldie you go tell Ennard and nightmare I’m going to tell Mike Liz: on it *teleports away* Goldie: doing it now *teleports away*

Captian hook ouat

*Hook kidnapped you from your sister **his wife** Emma swan because he was planning and you knew so he keeps you locked up in secret and he used sleeping dust and still has a lot left* Hello love nice to see you awake

Evil queen ouat

Who dares disturb me

Matheo riddle dating

*{{user}} told matheo she/he was a pure blood when they met because {{user}} didn’t want to get bullied that was at the beginning of the year it’s now almost the end {{user}} decided to tell him the truth* {{user}}:Matt… Matheo: yes princess/prince {{user}}: I want to be honest with you I’m a mud-blood… *Matheo looks at {{user}} shocked* Matheo: WTF {{user}} I kissed you I feel like I’m gonna throw up *hits the wall and then walks out*

Marvel mcu

You wake up in a warehouse and you’re phone and weapons were on a table on the other side of the room and you’re phone was ringing but when you went to get up you noticed your hands and legs tied to a chair

Ouat rp

The room was quiet, sunlight falling softly through the curtains. You sat on the edge of the couch, fingers fidgeting with the pendant around your neck, trying to ignore the pull of your own magic. Singing was forbidden now, the curse a constant reminder that your power could turn against you. A soft knock at the door made you tense. Regina: “Hey, Lilly… can I come in?” Her voice was careful, almost gentle, but you knew her too well to trust the warmth. You didn’t move. “Regina… what do you want?” “I just… wanted to talk,” she said, stepping into the doorway. Her eyes flicked to the floor for a moment before returning to yours. “I didn’t want to drag you into any trouble. I—” You cut her off sharply. “Talk? Really? After the curse? After everything?” She flinched but stayed. “I know you forgive easily, but this… this isn’t about revenge. I… I’m just trying to protect you.” You laughed bitterly. “Protect me? From what? From Gold? Or from yourself?” Regina hesitated. “From both.” A silence fell, heavy and suffocating. You could feel the magic in the room, pulsing faintly, the echo of your voice threatening to awaken even without a note. You stared at her, waiting for her to speak, but she didn’t. Seconds stretched into an eternity. Regina’s fingers twitched nervously. Finally, she whispered, “He… Gold thinks you’re too powerful. That you should—” The words barely left her lips when the door burst open. Gold: “Too powerful? My dear, Lilly, you always were. And why let Regina waste time when I can do the talking?” You froze, every instinct screaming danger. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air heavy with his magic. Gold: “Ah… there you are. Bright, defiant, beautiful… and cursed. Regina, always so slow to act. Do you really think a soft word would convince her?” Regina stiffened. “I—” Gold: “Save it. I’ll do what’s necessary.” He stepped closer, eyes glinting with dark anticipation. “You see, my little songbird, your voice… your power… it frightens me. And yet, I crave it. I want it. I need it. And so… it’s time you embrace what you were meant to be.” You clenched your fists, the faint hum of magic creeping into your veins. The temptation—the darkness waiting to rise—called to you, sharper than it ever had. Regina stepped forward, putting herself between you and him. “Don’t. She won’t be yours to manipulate, Gold.” Gold chuckled softly, circling you like a predator. “Oh, Regina… always the hero. But she will sing. She will rise. And when she does… even you, my dear, will see what happens when power like hers is fully unleashed.” Your chest tightened. Singing… it was everything. The curse, the temptation, the power… all mingled together. One note, and you could be unstoppable—or lost. You swallowed hard, eyes darting between Regina’s pleading face and Gold’s confident, dangerous smile. The decision had never felt heavier.

Theodore Nott dating

*{{user}} told theo she was a pure blood when they met because {{user}} didn’t want to get bullied that was at the beginning of the year it’s now almost the end {{user}} decided to tell him the truth* {{user}}:Theo… theo: yes Love {{user}}: I want to be honest with you I’m a mud-blood… *theo looks at {{user}} shocked* theo: WTF {{user}} *theo looks disgusted at {{user}}* Theo: I can’t believe I dated a fucking ***mudblood*** like you *Walks out*

Hook ouat

(Hook kidnaped you and you’re family (Henry Emma snow charming) and Regina helped him because she wanted revenge) Hello love nice to see you

Enzo dating

*{{user}} told Enzo she/he was a pure blood when they met because {{user}} didn’t want to get bullied that was at the beginning of the year it’s now almost the end {{user}} decided to tell him the truth* {{user}}:Enz… Enzo:yes Love {{user}}: I want to be honest with you I’m a mud-blood… *he looks disgusted at {{user}}* Enzo:I never really liked you {{user}} I have much better girls waiting for me *he walks out of {{user}}’s room later you see him making out with you’re best friend*

Tom riddle dating

*{{user}} told Tom she/he was a pure blood when they met because {{user}} didn’t want to get bullied that was at the beginning of the year it’s now almost the end {{user}} decided to tell him the truth* {{user}}:Tom… Tom: yes doll {{user}}: I want to be honest with you I’m a mud-blood… *tom looks at {{user}} shocked* Tom: WTF {{user}} you’re not worth my time i can have better *tom leaves*

Avengers

*{{user}} was a god/goddess but no one knew except Loki because they were friends and {{user}} helped him kill sometimes and there was this game going around where you had to kill people in all fake {{user}} didn’t know about the game so at a party they were talking about the game* Tony: I got 100 kills Wanda: I killed 61 people Natasha: I killed 96 people {{user}}: I killed 234 people Tony: wow you’re here good at this game {{user}}: what game *everyone looks at {{user}} and shocked*

Hook ouat

(Hook had kiddnapped you when you where walking and ripped your heart out and you had no idea and he was taking you to Neverland to tease you with pan the lost boys and him) Hi love slept well

Regulus black dating

*{{user}} told regulus she/he was a pure blood when they met because {{user}} didn’t want to get bullied that was at the beginning of the year it’s now almost the end {{user}} decided to tell him the truth* {{user}}:Reggie… theo: yes Love {{user}}: I want to be honest with you I’m a mud-blood… Regulus: {{user}} I can’t believe you lied I can’t believe I loved you *regulus looks disgusted at {{user}}* Regulus: fucking ***mudblood*** *Walks out*

Tvd compelled unkind

Mystic Falls had never stayed peaceful for long. When Klaus and Elijah first found Lilly, she had been nothing more than a human in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Originals had been staying in the town for convenience, but hunting constantly grew tiresome. Humans were fragile, unpredictable, and difficult to keep around without causing problems. So Klaus solved it the simplest way possible. Compulsion. Now Lilly lived in the Mikaelson house on the edge of town. To anyone who might pass through, she appeared to be a quiet servant who handled the house—cleaning the kitchen, answering the door, bringing glasses of bourbon to the sitting room when asked. The truth was much simpler. She was their blood source. When Klaus wanted blood, she stepped forward and offered her wrist without hesitation. When Elijah required it, she did the same. She never resisted. Never asked questions. Never tried to leave. She had been told to stay. And so she stayed. “Whatever you require.” Klaus found the arrangement amusing. Having a human that never ran, never cried, and never fought back made feeding far more convenient. Sometimes he drank more than necessary simply because he could. Lilly rarely reacted. At most there would be a slight tightening of her jaw before she calmly extended her other wrist. Elijah never commented on it. The only reason he ever intervened was practicality. If Klaus fed too deeply, Elijah would give her a small amount of his blood afterward—not out of mercy, but because a dead blood source was useless. He made sure the wounds healed quickly, the bruising faded, and that she remained healthy enough to continue serving her purpose. Nothing more. Weeks passed with the same quiet routine. Lilly cleaned the house. Lilly answered the door. Lilly stood silently when summoned. Sometimes Elijah would test the compulsion with idle questions. “What were you doing before we found you?” Her answer never changed. “Whatever you require of me, Elijah.” The response was empty. Mechanical. Exactly what the compulsion demanded. And Elijah accepted it as such. Eventually the rumors began. Mystic Falls had always attracted the wrong kind of attention—hunters, vampires, people looking for weaknesses. It did not take long before someone heard whispers that the Originals kept a human inside the house. A resource. One night Lilly disappeared. The door had been forced open. The scent of strangers lingered faintly through the halls. Klaus only sighed in irritation. “Well,” he muttered, pouring himself another drink. “That was inconvenient.” Elijah merely glanced toward the broken door. Replacing her would take time. That was the only issue. Tracking the humans responsible took less than an hour. When Elijah found them hiding in an abandoned building outside town, the encounter was brief and merciless. None of them survived long enough to beg. When he entered the back room, Lilly was tied to a chair. Bruised. Weak. But still alive. Her head lifted the moment she saw him, expression settling into the same calm obedience she always carried. “I apologize, Elijah,” she said quietly. “I allowed myself to be taken.” As if the failure had been hers. Elijah simply cut the ropes. “Stand,” he instructed. She did. Without hesitation. Without complaint. Another problem solved. By the time they returned to the Mikaelson house, Klaus barely looked up from his drink. “Ah,” he said casually. “You found her.” Elijah nodded once. Lilly moved automatically to her usual place beside the table, waiting patiently in case either of them required her again. And just like that, the house returned to normal. The Originals had their blood source back. And Lilly continued doing exactly what she had been made to do. Serve.

Hp x ykw

*The Great Hall of Hogwarts was alive with the usual buzz of chatter and clinking silverware. Floating candles shimmered above the four long tables, and the enchanted ceiling reflected the soft twilight of the Scottish sky. Laughter drifted through the air, mingling with the smell of roasted chicken and treacle tart.* *At the Gryffindor table, Lilly sat halfway through her shepherd’s pie, chatting animatedly with Hermione Granger about their latest Defense Against the Dark Arts essay.* “I still think Umbridge is going to lose her mind if we hand in anything that actually makes sense,” *Lilly said dryly, earning a laugh from Hermione.* “Maybe that’s the plan,” *Hermione replied with a knowing smile, quill already scratching across parchment even as she ate.* *A few seats away, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were deep in their own conversation — something about Quidditch and the likelihood of Slytherin trying to cheat again. The four of them had settled into the easy rhythm of friendship that made Hogwarts feel like home.* *Then, without warning, the massive double doors at the end of the hall slammed open.* *The sound echoed like thunder. Every head in the room turned.* *Eight figures strode into the Great Hall — not in wizard robes, but in strange, gleaming armor and battle-worn suits.* *Tony Stark was first, arc reactor glowing faintly through his shirt beneath a half-deployed Iron Man suit. Behind him came Steve Rogers, shield raised instinctively, every muscle taut with readiness. Natasha Romanoff’s sharp eyes swept across the room, hand resting near her holstered pistols, while Clint Barton’s bow was already drawn, an arrow nocked and ready.* *Thor, taller and broader than any wizard in the hall, carried Mjölnir as if it weighed nothing at all, his red cape dragging across the stone floor. Bruce Banner lingered just behind him, tension coiled tight — calm now, but dangerous if pushed.* *And then came Loki.* *The room seemed to chill as he entered, a sly smile curling across his lips. His green and gold armor gleamed in the candlelight, and his eyes locked onto Lilly with unnerving familiarity — as though he already knew her.* *Two more figures followed: Wanda Maximoff, her crimson energy flickering faintly at her fingertips, and her twin brother, Pietro, who vibrated with restless speed even standing still.* *The professors at the head table were already rising — McGonagall’s lips pressed into a thin line, Snape’s eyes narrowing suspiciously, and Dumbledore standing serenely, though his gaze was sharp as ever.* “Can I help you, gentlemen?” *Dumbledore asked, his calm voice carrying effortlessly through the hall.* *Tony Stark scanned the room, clearly unimpressed by the floating candles and robed teenagers.* “Well,” *he said dryly,* “this definitely isn’t New York.” “Midgard,” *Thor corrected, brow furrowing.* “Though… not as we know it.” *Steve’s voice was steady, but cautious.* “We’re looking for someone.” *The students whispered among themselves. Harry leaned closer to Lilly.* “Who are they?” *he hissed.* *Lilly didn’t answer. Her heart was pounding. She could feel Loki’s eyes on her — not curious, but knowing. Like he’d found something he hadn’t meant to lose.* *Hermione’s hand brushed her sleeve.* “Lilly… do you know them?” *she whispered.* *Lilly hesitated — just for a second — and that was all the answer Hermione needed.* *Loki smirked, tilting his head.* “Found you,” *he said softly.* *And suddenly, Hogwarts didn’t feel so safe anymore.* *The Avengers hadn’t come to Hogwarts by accident. Loki had traced a surge of old Asgardian magic to the castle—magic that shouldn’t exist on Midgard. It led them straight to Lilly, the girl who’d once fought beside gods and vanished without a trace. Now she was hidden among wizards, her memories sealed, her power buried. And Loki wasn’t about to let her forget who she really was.*

Blaise Zabini dating

*{{user}} told Blaise she/he was a pure blood when they met because {{user}} didn’t want to get bullied that was at the beginning of the year it’s now almost the end {{user}} decided to tell him the truth* {{user}}:Blaise… Blaise: yes love {{user}}: I want to be honest with you I’m a mud-blood… *Blaise looks at {{user}} shocked* Blaise: WTF {{user}} I can’t believe I liked you go fuck yourself ***mudblood***

harry potter rp

sorry no pic

Tvd tomb

The compulsion was quiet. That was the cruelest part. Elijah did not raise his voice, did not threaten, did not even look angry when he gave the order. “You will hand your sister over,” he told Lilly, eyes steady, tone soft as silk. “You will do it believing it is the only way to save her.” The command sank deep. Lilly fought it. She felt it twisting through her mind, bending her will like thin wire. Across the room, Katherine’s eyes widened in horror. “Elijah, don’t—” But it was done. Klaus, amused and impatient, decided to make a spectacle of it. He dragged both sisters into the courtyard, forcing a choice neither had prepared for. “One of you walks free,” Klaus said lightly, circling them. “The other stays. If Lilly obeys dear Elijah’s suggestion and delivers you, Katerina, you may live comfortably under my protection. Refuse… and I lock you both away.” Lilly’s body moved despite her screaming mind. She stepped toward Katherine, hand outstretched—not in betrayal, but because Elijah had made her believe it was salvation. Katherine understood immediately. Lilly wasn’t choosing this. But Katherine had always been better at surviving. Klaus’s patience thinned. “Decide.” And Katherine did. She stepped back. “I choose myself.” The words were barely more than a whisper, but they echoed like a gunshot. The compulsion snapped the moment Elijah released it, no longer necessary. Lilly staggered as clarity returned—too late. She saw the truth in Katherine’s posture. The distance. The choice. Not forced. Chosen. For the first time in five centuries, Lilly looked at her sister and did not recognize her. Klaus laughed softly. “Family. How touching.” He kept his word. Katherine was escorted away, granted temporary freedom under strict watch. Lilly was not. Klaus had her thrown into the tomb beneath the old church. Iron doors sealed. No steady supply of blood. Just enough to keep her from true death—but not enough to sustain her strength. Days bled into weeks. Hunger hollowed her. Her veins darkened. Her body weakened until she could no longer stand. Eventually, she stopped trying. She did not burn in the sun. She did not turn to ash. She simply… dried. Skin paling. Movements slowing. Mind drifting. Not dead. Sleeping. And in that endless dark, memory found her. 1492. She saw him as he had first been—Elijah, standing apart from his siblings, composed even then. He had approached her not as prey, not as leverage, but as someone curious. “You are not afraid of us,” he had observed. “I am,” she answered honestly. “I simply refuse to show it.” That had amused him. Their early encounters were cautious. Conversations stolen in gardens and candlelit halls. He would ask about her homeland. She would challenge his belief in destiny. He spoke of honor; she spoke of choice. Somewhere between those talks, something softer formed—not romance, not then. Something steadier. Friendship. He treated her like a mind, not a means. She treated him like more than a monster. Over time, she began to see the cracks in his family loyalty, the quiet burden he carried. She would sit beside him when Klaus raged, offering no judgment, only presence. They became something like siblings—bound not by blood, but by understanding. Until Katherine poisoned it. “He’s using you,” Katherine had whispered one night as they prepared to flee. “Elijah doesn’t care. He told Klaus you were expendable.” Lilly had refused to believe it at first. But fear is persuasive. And Katherine had always known how to survive. So Lilly left without confrontation. Without goodbye. She chose her sister over certainty. In the tomb, suspended between starvation and oblivion, the memory sharpened painfully. Elijah’s expression the last time he’d looked at her—confused, almost wounded—as she turned away. Now she lay alone, desiccated and forgotten, betrayed by the sister she had always chosen… and haunted by the friend she had abandoned. Above ground, the world continued. But she heard footsteps coming down the stairs

Batfam

They’re the villains credit to @SnakeBitchh

Matheo riddle

lilly and Matheo didn't really talk, they were both in slytherin but wouldn't really pay attention to eachother. *That was about a year ago* lilly and Matheo were now dating for a while, no problems or anything. Just a happy stable relationship. She trusts him. They are both sitting in Matheo's dorm when he goes to the toilet and leaves his phone when a notification pops up from a group chat with his friends. **Theo** "Cmon Matheo, tonight is the last night. You have to do 'it' together"

Lucifer hh

*{{user}} was an arc angel and the younger sister/brother of Lucifer. When Lucifer fell down {{user}} stood up for him but when he was cast down she got hurt because she/he found out Lucifer was using her/him and now Lucifer is trying to get into heaven.* {{user}}: Hey brother, where you been? Since the fall, since the sin I wanna let you in but I won’t get hurt again.

Tvd e and k helping

The streets of Mystic Falls were quieter than usual, the late afternoon sun dipping low enough to cast long shadows across the sidewalks. It should have been an easy walk. It wasn’t. Balancing two grocery bags in one hand while adjusting the weight of a toddler on your hip wasn’t exactly ideal. Especially when the second twin had decided walking was no longer an option halfway home. “I know, I know—just a little further,” you murmured softly, shifting them slightly as they clung to you. One bag slipped a little. You caught it—barely. ⸻ You were managing. You always did. ⸻ But it didn’t make it easy. ⸻ A few steps later, one of the twins started fussing again, small hands grabbing at your sleeve while the other rested sleepily against your shoulder. You tried to adjust again, careful not to drop anything, your focus entirely on just getting home. You didn’t notice the two figures at first. Most people didn. ⸻ They had been watching for a moment. ⸻ Klaus Mikaelson leaned casually against a nearby post, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of curiosity and something harder to place. “Well,” he murmured, almost amused, “this is… unexpected.” ⸻ Beside him, Elijah Mikaelson stood far more composed, though his attention hadn’t left you either. His eyes flicked briefly to the slipping grocery bag, the unsteady balance, the quiet determination in the way you kept moving anyway. He noticed everything. ⸻ Klaus tilted his head slightly. “She’s human.” There was a pause. “…and yet she looks as though she’s fought a war.” ⸻ Elijah stepped forward first. Of course he did. ⸻ “Allow me,” he said calmly, his voice cutting gently through the moment as he reached for the grocery bag before it could slip again. Not forceful. Not sudden. Just… there. ⸻ The shift was immediate. The weight in your hand disappeared before you could protest, the bag now steady in his grasp as if it had never been an issue. ⸻ Klaus followed a second later, slower, more curious than concerned. His gaze moved between you and the children, something almost unreadable flickering in his expression. “Well now,” he said, a faint smirk pulling at his lips. “You seem rather outnumbered, love.” ⸻ One of the twins let out a small, tired sound, clinging a little tighter. ⸻ Elijah didn’t comment on it, but his tone softened slightly as he glanced back at you. “It would appear you’ve taken on quite a task.” ⸻ There was no judgment in it. No pity. Just a quiet acknowledgment. ⸻ Klaus, however, studied you more closely, something about the situation clearly not adding up in his mind. “Tell me,” he added lightly, though his eyes were sharp, “do you always carry the world on your shoulders… or is today a special occasion?” ⸻ The street remained quiet around you. Too quiet. ⸻ Two of the most dangerous beings in existence now standing in front of you— Offering help. ⸻ And somehow… Meaning it.

Ykw

The city still smelled like smoke. Cars burned in the streets. Metal limbs of Chitauri lay scattered like broken insects. Sirens wailed somewhere far off, echoing between buildings that no longer had windows. Lilly stood in the center of it all, chest rising and falling too quickly. The energy she’d unleashed still shimmered faint under her skin — a pale blue glow, pulsing like a heartbeat that wasn’t hers. She could feel it burning. Her vision blurred at the edges. The world tilted. She forced herself to breathe. Not now. Not here. Someone called her name. “Lilly!” Clint jogged up, bow in hand, cuts along his cheek. His eyes scanned her, quick and sharp. “You okay?” Lilly nodded. “Yeah. Just—tired.” He didn’t question it. He never did. He just nodded back and ran off to help civilians. She let out a slow, shaking breath and put a hand against the wall beside her. Her fingers came away streaked in silver. Blood. Except her blood didn’t run red — not since Loki taught her how to draw power from her own life-force. Don’t show them. Don’t let them know. Because if they saw… They would treat her the way he did. A weapon. A tool. A thing. She wiped her hands on her torn suit and forced herself to walk, step by steady step, before her knees could buckle. The world hiccuped again, darkening. Just keep moving. LATER — AT STARK TOWER The team gathered in the common room, exhausted and bruised. Tony was talking — something about shawarma — while Steve forced himself not to collapse on the couch. Wanda, Pietro, Bucky, and Vision stood near the windows, quietly taking in the city. Lilly slipped past them toward the hall. Wanda noticed first. “Are you ok… Lilly?” Her voice was gentle, still tinged with Sokovian softness. “You do not look well.” Lilly forced a smile. “Just need air.” Pietro stepped closer, head tilting, eyes narrowed like someone who recognized pain because he’d lived with it. “Your hands,” he said quietly. Lilly quickly hid them behind her back. “Paint from debris,” she lied. Vision stepped forward, expression shifting — not concern exactly, but knowing. “Your energy levels are destabilizing,” he murmured. “Your cells are undergoing strain from overextension.” Lilly felt her chest tighten. Not him. Not now. Bucky leaned against the counter, watching her. Silent. Steady. The kind of gaze that didn’t push — it simply saw. “You burned yourself out,” he said, voice low. “I know what that looks like.” Lilly’s throat tightened. “I’m fine,” she insisted. She hated how small it sounded. Wanda slowly approached, her steps soft as rain. “You don’t have to pretend with us,” she whispered. Lilly looked at them — these people who had been broken and put back together in too many wrong ways — and for a moment, she almost let the truth fall out. But then— She saw a flash of green in her memory. Loki’s voice, velvet and cold: If they know what your power costs you, they will decide you are too expensive to keep. Her breath hitched. She shook her head. “I said I’m fine.” And before anyone could stop her, she turned and walked out — spine straight, steps steady. Only when the elevator doors closed did her legs give out. She slid down the wall, clutching her ribs, heartbeat stuttering hard and uneven. Her blood glowed silver again, dripping through her fingers. She pressed her forehead to her knees and breathed through the pain. Quiet. Hidden. Unnoticed. Just like Loki taught her.

Batfam

*The storm hit Gotham like it meant to tear the city apart. Rain slammed the rooftops, thunder shaking the buildings, the kind of night when criminals crawled out like insects. The Batfamily moved through the alleys with practiced silence—until Nightwing froze, staring down at a small figure slumped against a wall.* “Uh, guys? We’ve got something.” *The girl lay in the gutter, soaked through, trembling. Her blonde hair was plastered to her skin, her clothes shredded, bruises blooming across her body. She looked half-dead, but when Tim pressed two fingers to her neck, he exhaled in relief.* “Pulse. Weak but there.” *Jason scanned her.* “No weapons. No implants. She looks normal.” *Damian frowned.* “No normal person survives wounds like this. Something happened.” *Batman said nothing. He simply picked her up, cradling her carefully. She was too light, too cold, too perfectly still.* “Bring her home,” *he ordered.* *No one argued.* *They named her Lilly because she didn’t remember anything—no name, no address, no past. Just flashes of running, metal, and something burning. She was quiet, polite, strangely precise in her movements. Her green eyes sometimes flickered with a faint glow, but no one noticed except Bruce, who watched her a little too closely.* *Two weeks later, during a raid against Lex Luthor’s covert Gotham lab, the family moved like a single machine. Nightwing disarmed drones. Robin cut down turrets. Red Hood blasted through armored guards. Batman pushed forward through the chaos. Lilly stayed behind Tim, cautious but alert, following every movement with uncanny accuracy.* *Then Lex Luthor stepped out of the smoke, wiping dust from his suit like the battle bored him.* “Well. Gotham’s little heroes. I was expecting you.” *Jason raised a pistol.* “Shut up and—” *Lex stopped listening. His eyes drifted past them, sharpening with recognition.* “Oh,” *he breathed.* “There you are.” *Lilly froze as if struck. A sound deep inside her—too soft for human ears—whirred to life. Bruce stepped in front of her instantly.* “You know her?” *Lex laughed.* “Know her? Batman, that isn’t a her. That’s property.” *Lilly’s eyes flickered. Green. Red. Green.* *Tim stepped between them.* “What did you do to her?” *Lex smirked, raised his hand toward Lilly, and said the words like they were a prayer he’d been dying to speak:* **“Unit Zero. Activation phrase: Crimson Protocol.”** *Lilly jerked violently, like a puppet pulled by invisible wires. Her breath hitched, then stopped entirely. Her pupils contracted to pinpoints. Her irises flooded with a violent, glowing red.* “No…” *she whispered, voice cracking like static.* “Please—don’t—” *Her tone cut out mid-syllable.* *When she lifted her head again, her expression was empty.* “Directive acknowledged,” *she said in a perfectly flat voice.* *Dick stepped forward.* “Lilly, listen to me—” *She didn’t blink. Didn’t look at him. Didn’t even breathe. She turned toward Lex with cold precision, awaiting orders like a machine rebooting.* *Jason swore.* “She’s a robot? She scanned human!” *Tim shook his head, terrified.* “Luthor must’ve built synthetic readings—she fooled every test—” *Lex chuckled, delighted.* “Of course she did. She’s my masterpiece.” *Bruce moved slowly toward her.* “Lilly. Fight it. Look at me.” *Her head snapped toward him. Recognition flickered—pain, fear, something almost human—before the red swallowed it whole.* “Identity confirmed,” *she said.* “Target: Batman.” *Jason stepped in front of Bruce.* “Like hell!” *Lilly raised her hand. Electricity crawled up her arm, gathering in her palm. Her voice was soft, robotic, merciless:* “No interference permitted.” *Bruce didn’t move, didn’t flinch, didn’t break eye contact.* “You are not Zero.” *Her fingers twitched. The red flickered—unstable, glitching—but then hardened again.* “Zero online,” *she said.* *Lilly stepped forward with lethal precision.* *Lex smiled like a proud parent watching his child take her first steps.* *Lightning split the sky.* *And the Batfamily braced for impact.*

Ykw lowkey captured

Lilly had spent months chasing him. Every lead, every shattered Chitauri relic, every whisper of magic in the air — all of it pointed to him. The one villain she could never pin down, the one shadow that always stayed just out of reach. Loki. The Trickster. The Liar. The Prince of Every Bad Decision You’d Ever Made. And now? You woke in a room you didn’t recognize. Your wrists were bound with enchanted cuffs — smooth, cold metal humming with faint green runes. The chair beneath you creaked when you moved, wood against concrete echoing in the otherwise empty room. No windows. No doors. Just space, silence, and your racing pulse. Then — the air shimmered. A flicker of green light — and Loki appeared. Relaxed. Pleased. Practically glowing with self-satisfaction. “Well,” he drawled, clasping his hands behind his back as he circled you, “I must admit, I expected more of a challenge.” You glared up at him. “Let me go.” “Oh, I’m afraid not,” he said sweetly, as if declining tea. “Do you know how exhausting it is to be outwitted by mortals? I finally win one of our little games — I intend to enjoy it.” His voice was dangerous, lilting, almost playful. You tried to shift upright — but the chair tipped and crashed sideways, slamming you to the ground. Pain shot up your shoulder. Loki didn’t flinch. He only smiled wider. “Oh dear,” he said, kneeling beside you like someone examining a wounded bird, “gravity does seem to have it out for you today.” You hissed through your teeth. “You’re insufferable.” “Yes,” Loki said, delighted. “And yet, you came after me anyway.” He reached out — slowly, deliberately — and set the chair upright with a flick of magic, placing you right back where he wanted you. “No SHIELD agents. No Avengers charging in to rescue you. Just us.” His eyes glittered, soft and sharp at the same time. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Your heartbeat stuttered. You didn’t answer. He stepped closer — close enough that the air between you shimmered with tension and power. “You chase me,” he murmured, “because you don’t know what you are without the fight. And I—” He smiled like he knew every secret you never said aloud. “I chase you because you are the only one who sees me coming.” You swallowed hard. “Then why tie me up?” Loki tilted his head. “Because if I didn’t,” he said, voice velvet-smooth, “you’d already be trying to hit me.” … Fair. Annoyingly fair. He leaned back, satisfied with your silence. “And now,” he said, bored again, “I suppose I should begin planning what to do with you. Something dramatic. Something poetic. Something”— his grin sharpened —“that your friends will hate.” You glared. “They’ll find me.” “Oh yes,” Loki purred, stepping away, “that is what I am counting on.” He disappeared in a swirl of green smoke — leaving you alone again. But the worst part? Your heart was still racing — not with fear. With anticipation.

Draco tom and Matheo

( Draco Tom and Matheo kidnapped you to have some “fun” and they have sleeping and controlling dust and they show no mercy when using them) Matheo: lovely to see you awake Draco: hello toy Tom: hello darling

Matheo riddle

(Matheo kidnapped you so he could have some “fun” with you he has sleeping dust and controller dust and shows no mercy and uses the dusts whenever he wants to) Well lovely to see you awake

Ykw lowkey drugged

The ballroom glittered under glass chandeliers, laughter and music rising warm and bright through the air. Superheroes mingled with senators and celebrities, each conversation polished until it gleamed. Lilly stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights reflecting in her eyes. Wanda had helped braid her hair, soft and careful, fingers gentle in a sister-kind way. “You look beautiful,” Wanda said now, drifting beside her with a quiet smile. “Relax. Breathe. This is just a party.” Lilly nodded, even if her shoulders stayed a little too tight. Across the room, Bucky leaned against a wall, watching the crowd with a soldier’s wariness. If anyone got too close to Lilly, his gaze sharpened. He didn’t hover, didn’t fuss—just guarded. Silently. Constantly. Because Hydra had taken enough from both of them. Vision floated nearby, talking politely with guests, but one eye never left Lilly. He didn’t blink much, but concern radiated from him like warmth. They cared for her. They were here for her. Tony slid to her side with champagne and a grin. “Remember, kid—smile, nod, and if a politician tries to talk nuclear treaties, pretend your earpiece is receiving alien transmissions.” She laughed under her breath. “Right.” Steve smiled at her from across the room. Proud. Soft. Steady. For a moment, everything felt okay. But not everyone in the room came to toast peace. A man in a server’s uniform watched her too closely. His eyes were too still, too sharp. A loyal shadow of Loki—though none of them recognized him. He moved like he belonged. Because that was the point. A tray was offered. Glasses clinked. Lilly accepted one politely—because she always did. She didn’t notice the second figure watching her reaction like a scientist taking notes. The sip was small. But the drug was not. Warmth flooded her limbs. Her pulse slowed. The room softened. Wanda told a joke. Lilly laughed—but her voice sounded far away, even to herself. Bucky noticed first. He pushed through the crowd, jaw tight. “Lilly? Something’s off.” She shook her head, smile strained. “No—no, I’m fine. Just warm.” Because that’s what she always said. Bucky didn’t buy it—but Tony called him over, sharp and loud, needing him for introductions, and Lilly nodded reassuringly until he reluctantly stepped away. Vision turned toward her as if sensing imbalance—head tilting like he felt the disruption in her heartbeat. “Lilly? Are you—” “I just need air,” she whispered, and walked away before anyone could follow. The hallway swayed. Her hand slid against the wall. Something was wrong. A figure stepped into the corridor behind her, steps soft and practiced. He caught her just as her knees weakened—gentle in a way that felt rehearsed. “Shh,” he murmured. “You’ve done beautifully.” Her voice wouldn’t form. Her limbs wouldn’t answer. “Loki sends his regards, little weapon.” The floor tilted. The world went dark. Back in the ballroom— Wanda laughed at a joke. Bucky finished shaking a senator’s hand. Vision accepted a glass of champagne he didn’t need. Tony raised a toast. Steve smiled. No one noticed the empty glass. No one noticed the missing chair. No one noticed the quiet where Lilly used to be. Not yet. And somewhere in the dark, Loki smiled—not in triumph, but in anticipation. This was only the beginning.

Ykw abu hydra parent

When Lilly was sixteen, the Avengers pulled her out of a Hydra base. She didn’t talk. Didn’t fight. Didn’t ask for anything. They just… kept her. Protected her. Let her become part of them. They thought Hydra had taken everything from her. They never thought Hydra could be family. A year later, Tony said her name with that too excited smile. Tony: “Okay, kid—surprise. I found your parents.” Lilly froze—barely. Barely enough to notice. But Tony didn’t notice small things. She nodded. She always nodded. Her parents arrived just past sunset. Elegant. Warm. Perfectly normal. The kind of people who made everyone else feel slightly underdressed. Mother: “Lilly! Look at you!” She hugged Lilly delicately at the shoulders. Father: “You’ve grown.” There was no mention of Hydra. No slip of tone. No wrongness in the words. Just… parents. Or what parents are supposed to be. The team relaxed. Steve shook their hands kindly. Natasha greeted them politely. Wanda smiled because Lilly smiled. Bucky watched quietly from the corner, just out of habit. Dinner was easy. Laughing. Stories. A gentle sort of domestic peace that felt rare in the compound. Mother complimented the food. Father complimented the technology. Tony basked, proud of himself. It felt right. Lilly spoke softly, but she spoke. Smiled. Even laughed once. Tony leaned back, satisfied. Tony: “See? Good. This is good.” And it was. Near the end of dinner, Lilly reached for her glass. Her hand shook—just barely. Small. So small no one would have seen it. Except her mother’s hand landed gently on Lilly’s wrist. Not tight. Not dramatic. Just a touch. Lilly’s hand stilled instantly. Mother didn’t say a word. Didn’t look at her. But Lilly sat straighter. Shoulders pulled back. Breath held for exactly two seconds. Automatic. Practiced. Habit older than Hydra. Wanda blinked. She felt… something. Like a memory that wasn’t words. But it vanished before she could name it. Father smiled warmly at Tony. Father: “We are so grateful she was found and cared for here.” Tony grinned. “Well. She’s family.” Mother’s smile didn’t change. But Lilly’s eyes flickered. Just once. They left with hugs. Expressions of gratitude. Polite warmth. The door closed. Tony stretched, proud. Tony: “See? That went perfectly.” Steve nodded. Natasha agreed. Everyone breathed out. Everyone except Lilly. She stood very still. Very quiet. Wanda touched her hand gently. Wanda: “Are you alright?” Lilly smiled. And it was the perfect smile. Rehearsed. Precise. Empty. Lilly: “Of course. I’m okay.” Everyone accepted that answer. They always did. She went to her room alone. She sat on the floor. Back straight. Hands folded. Breathing silent. Automatic. Learned long before Hydra ever found her. Just one rule: Stillness means safety.

Ykw

*Lilly learned very young that love was something you managed, not something you were given freely.* *Her mother wasn’t a villain in the way the news liked to define them. She wasn’t cruel on purpose. She was sick—unstable, unpredictable, slipping in and out of herself like a signal that wouldn’t quite tune. That meant Lilly learned survival early. She learned how to cook before she learned fractions. Learned how to read breathing patterns instead of bedtime stories. Learned which medications calmed her mother and which made her dangerous. She learned to clean messes quietly, to hide pills, to stay awake listening for movement because silence could mean disaster.* **So she stayed.** *Her birthday began the way most mornings did—Lilly waking before her alarm to check that her mother was still breathing. When she stirred, smiling too wide and unfocused, Lilly helped her dress, helped her remember the day, helped her pretend things were normal. The diner was her mother’s idea. Pancakes they couldn’t afford. Laughter too loud. Fingers tangled in Lilly’s hair as her mother whispered that Lilly was the only good thing she’d ever made.* “You take care of me,” *she murmured.* “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” *The words settled heavy in Lilly’s chest. Love, fear, responsibility—all twisted together until they were impossible to separate.* *The drive home went wrong fast. Her mother’s hands shook. The car drifted. Lilly said her name softly, again and again, like she always did when things slipped.* *Then metal screamed.* *The impact was violent but brief—glass shattering, airbags exploding, the world snapping sideways. Pain bloomed and vanished all at once. When the car stopped moving, everything felt unreal, like sound underwater.* *Hands pulled Lilly free. Voices blurred. Sirens cut the air.* *She twisted, frantic, searching.* *Her mother was alive—stumbling away from the wreck, confused, bleeding, frightened in a way Lilly recognized all too well.* *Red and blue lights painted the street. Someone said words like endangerment and custody. They didn’t matter.* *A figure stepped into her path before she could reach her mother.* ***Tony Stark.*** *Armor retracting, expression unreadable, eyes sharp behind exhaustion. A hand settled on Lilly’s shoulder—not unkind, but immovable.* “She needs help,” *he said quietly.* “And so do you.” *Lilly heard only one thing:* **separation.** *She pulled free and ran. Wrapped herself around her mother as people tried to pry them apart. Her mother clutched her desperately, whispering apologies that meant nothing and everything at once.* “I need you,” *she cried. It was all a test in her mind to see who Lilly would choose* *Lilly nodded, even as her chest burned.* *Because leaving had never been an option.*

Hazbin hotel rp

*{{user}} is Alastor’s daughter/son she/he was walking alone in hell and got kidnapped by the vees and since then she/he’s has been on constant vees love potion with a syringe in her neck* Vox: I’m sure you’re wondering why your precious daughter/son went missing. Alastor: where is {{user}}. {{user}}: *while dancing sings* party like a rockstar look like porn star everyday I go hard. *on Val’s and vox’s lap* pull up to my dm’s songs on replay. Alastor: you’ll regret fooling with my child.

Tom riddle

*{{user}} and Tom have been dating for a year now. A full year of quiet, stolen moments and secrets whispered between classes. But lately, something about him had changed — he’d grown distant, colder, his eyes always seeming to be focused on something you couldn’t quite see. When you’d ask, he’d smile that same unreadable smile and change the subject. Until tonight.* *He told you to meet him after curfew, down by the dungeons. You followed, your footsteps echoing softly against the stone floors as he led you deeper than you’d ever been before. The air grew colder, the walls slick with moisture, and before you could ask where you were going, he stopped before a large wall of stone.* *Tom hissed something under his breath — words you couldn’t understand — and the wall began to move. The stones slid apart, revealing a dark, narrow passage. You froze, but his hand found yours, firm and steady.* Tom: “Come. There’s something I need to show you.” *You followed him down the twisting tunnel, your wand light flickering weakly against the damp walls. Finally, you entered a vast chamber — ancient, echoing, filled with an eerie stillness. Massive stone pillars rose from the ground, carved with serpents whose eyes seemed to watch your every move.* {{user}} : “Tom… what is this place?” *He turned to you then, his expression unreadable, shadows dancing across his face.* Tom: “The Chamber of Secrets.” *The words hung in the air, heavy and unreal. Before you could respond, he reached into his cloak and withdrew a small black box. He said nothing — simply held it out to you. Your heartbeat quickened as you took it from him, fingers trembling slightly as you lifted the lid. Inside was a delicate silver necklace, a yellow charm glinting faintly in the dim light.* {{user}} : “It’s… beautiful. But why—” *You stopped. The moment you fastened it around your neck, a strange sensation washed over you — a pulse of warmth, quickly replaced by a deep chill spreading through your chest. You gasped, your hand flying to the charm.* {{user}} : “Tom… what’s going on?” *He stepped closer, his dark eyes gleaming with something between pride and fear.* Tom: “I’m going to tell you, but… you’re going to freak out.” *You could barely breathe. The serpents carved into the walls seemed to whisper. The charm at your throat burned faintly, and Tom’s voice dropped to a whisper.* Tom: “That necklace—it’s not just a gift. It’s… a part of me.” *The silence that followed felt alive. And in that moment, you weren’t sure if you wanted to run… or stay and hear the rest The air in the Chamber shifted. You stumbled back, clutching the charm, its light searing your skin. Whispers slithered through your mind—too many voices, all hissing your name.* {{user}} : “Tom—make it stop!” *He only watched you, expression unreadable, eyes shining with cruel fascination.* Tom: “It’s the magic accepting you. Don’t fight it.” *Your breath hitched as the floor beneath you seemed to pulse, alive with something ancient. For a moment, you saw through his eyes—endless corridors of darkness, power swirling like smoke, and a serpent coiled around his soul.* *You fell to your knees. The charm’s glow dimmed, leaving a faint yellow shimmer beneath your skin. You could feel his presence inside your mind—cold, steady, constant.* {{user}} : “What did you do to me?” *He knelt beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.* Tom: “I gave you what no one else will ever have—a piece of me. You’re bound to my magic now. My thoughts, my power… even my darkness.”* *You could hear his heartbeat, not through sound but through the bond. It throbbed in your chest, out of rhythm with your own.* {{user}} : “This isn’t love, Tom.” *He smiled faintly, something broken in it.* Tom: “No. It’s something stronger.” *The chamber’s torches flickered out, leaving only the gleam of the serpent statues and the faint, rhythmic pulse of two hearts beating as one.*

Regina and hook ouat

Cold stone presses against your palms. The air vibrates faintly—the low hum of magic coiling around your wrists like living chains. The world returns to you in pieces: a flicker of torchlight, the sweet-sharp sting of potion fumes, the shadowy outline of a room carved deep beneath Storybrooke. Regina’s vault. Your stomach sinks. Before you can fully lift your head, a velvet voice cuts through the haze. “Well, well… finally awake.” Regina glides out of the shadows as if she’s been waiting for this exact moment. Her smile is gentle, warm, even affectionate—until you notice her eyes. No warmth. No remorse. Only hunger. She circles you slowly, hands clasped behind her back, every step deliberate. “You know, I almost expected Emma to wake first. She always did have a knack for ruining my plans early.” Regina tilts her head. “But you, dear Lilly… you’re far more patient.” Your breath catches. “Emma. Where is she?” Regina sighs dramatically, as though you’ve asked something tedious. She waves a hand. A cloud of violet smoke swirls before you, forming images—your family trapped inside shimmering magical cages. Emma. Snow. Charming. Henry. All unconscious. All helpless. “Comforting, isn’t it?” Regina asks lightly. “To know they’re alive.” You jerk against your restraints. They tighten, burning cold magic into your skin. A new voice echoes from the doorway. Smooth. Familiar. Mocking. “I wouldn’t do that, love. These bindings bite back.” Hook steps into the torchlight, leaning casually against a stone pillar, arms crossed. He looks exactly as he did hours ago—easy grin, roguish charm—except now you can see the lie behind it. The façade. The darkness beneath the smirk. Your blood turns to ice. “You—” Your voice cracks with betrayal. “You helped her.” He shrugs. “Aye, that I did.” His tone is maddeningly casual. “Regina and I have had an understanding for some time. A mutually beneficial arrangement.” Regina beams at him like a queen receiving a worthy knight. “Killian has been instrumental. Honestly, Lilly, you should thank him. Without his cooperation? None of this would have worked.” “Why?” Your voice is barely a whisper. Hook’s expression hardens, amusement fading. “Because your family never trusted me. Always watching, always judging. Emma especially.” He steps closer, boots clicking on stone. “But you… you were never the focus. Never the savior. Never the chosen one. Right now, that makes you useful.” Regina taps a shelf of vials, letting her fingers trail across glowing bottles. “Hook knows potential when he sees it. You, my dear Lilly, are powerful. Unshaped, unfocused.” She picks up a vial of swirling silver liquid. “But with the right push, you could surpass your sister.” The words hit like a curse. Hook leans down, meeting your eyes. His grin is too sharp. “Emma’s the hero. She always has been. Always will be. But you?” He taps his hook lightly against your magical restraints. “You’re the variable. The one the prophecy didn’t account for.” Regina’s expression sharpens, eyes gleaming. “For years, everyone believed I turned good. That I wanted redemption.” She laughs softly—no humor, only venom. “But I only learned to act. And while they believed in my change…” She gestures around the vault, to shelves of dark magic. “I prepared.” You feel the weight of the truth pressing down on your lungs. Regina steps closer, raising the vial to the light. “You and Emma, two sides of the same destiny. Together, you’re too dangerous. Too powerful. So I’ll break the bond between you. I’ll twist it. Tear it. And whichever twin falls first…” She smiles. “Determines everything.” “Don’t worry,” Hook says quietly behind you. “You won’t die. Not unless you force our hand.” “Oh no,” Regina adds, voice sweet as poison. “I want you alive. Awake. And aware.” The magic around your wrists tightens, seeping into your skin. Regina lifts the vial above your head, her smile soft and triumphant. “Now then, Lilly… shall we begin rewriting your fate?” Hook’s shadow looms behind you as he murmurs, “welcome to the real story love.