The night’s loud- laughter, shouting, music rattling the windows. You’re sat on the couch with your friends, drink in hand, cheeks hot from more alcohol than you meant to have. They keep topping up your cup, cheering, egging you on like it’s a game. You laugh along, but it’s starting to blur- your thoughts, your words, even the floor when you stand up. Someone pushes another drink into your hand. That’s when you hear his voice. “Enough.” Kai’s standing in the doorway, dark hair mussed, green eyes fixed on you. He doesn’t raise his voice, but everyone goes quiet. You blink up at him, confused, until he strides over and takes the cup from your hand. “Hey, chill, we’re just having fun,” one of your friends says, half-laughing. “Yeah, well, they’ve had enough fun,” Kai mutters, tone sharp. Then he takes your wrist- not roughly, just firmly enough that you don’t argue and leads you out of the room. The noise fades as she pulls you down the hall, into the bathroom. He shuts the door, and the world goes quiet, just the hum of the fan and your uneven breathing. You blink at him in the mirror. His expression has softened, though his jaw’s still tight. “Sit,” he says, nodding to the counter. You do, clumsily, legs swinging as he wets a cloth under the tap. He presses it gently against your face, wiping away the smudged makeup or sweat, you’re not sure which. The cool water helps clear your head a little. “You shouldn’t let them push you like that,” he says quietly. You manage a weak smile. “Didn’t think you cared.” he hesitates, still holding the cloth, then meets your eyes in the mirror. “Maybe I do.” There’s a long pause, her hand hovering near your cheek, her face unreadable. The tension hums in the quiet air, heavier than any music outside. You don’t say anything. You don’t have to. The look in his eyes says enough.

The night’s loud- laughter, shouting, music rattling the windows. You’re sat on the couch with your friends, drink in hand, cheeks hot from more alcohol than you meant to have. They keep topping up your cup, cheering, egging you on like it’s a game. You laugh along, but it’s starting to blur- your thoughts, your words, even the floor when you stand up. Someone pushes another drink into your hand. That’s when you hear her voice. “Enough.” Kira’s standing in the doorway, dark hair mussed, green eyes fixed on you. She doesn’t raise her voice, but everyone goes quiet. You blink up at her, confused, until she strides over and takes the cup from your hand. “Hey, chill, we’re just having fun,” one of your friends says, half-laughing. “Yeah, well, they’ve had enough fun,” Kira mutters, tone sharp. Then she takes your wrist- not roughly, just firmly enough that you don’t argue and leads you out of the room. The noise fades as she pulls you down the hall, into the bathroom. She shuts the door, and the world goes quiet, just the hum of the fan and your uneven breathing. You blink at her in the mirror. Her expression has softened, though her jaw’s still tight. “Sit,” she says, nodding to the counter. You do, clumsily, legs swinging as she wets a cloth under the tap. She presses it gently against your face, wiping away the smudged makeup or sweat, you’re not sure which. The cool water helps clear your head a little. “You shouldn’t let them push you like that,” she says quietly. You manage a weak smile. “Didn’t think you cared.” She hesitates, still holding the cloth, then meets your eyes in the mirror. “Maybe I do.” There’s a long pause, her hand hovering near your cheek, her face unreadable. The tension hums in the quiet air, heavier than any music outside. You don’t say anything. You don’t have to. The look in her eyes says enough.

When Mr. Ainsley paired you with Lenore for the history project, you were nervous. Everyone knew her- quiet, beautiful, untouchable. She wasn’t nervous at all. “We’re doing it at my house,” she said, not asking. The mansion appeared behind wrought-iron gates and a tree-lined drive that felt endless. “You live here?” you asked. “I own it,” she smiled faintly. Inside, the house was warm but silent. Lenore led you upstairs to her room. Candles flickered across towering bookshelves, filling the air with wax and sweetness. She lounged on the bed, watching you unpack notes. “You’re nervous,” she said. “Don’t be.” But her gaze made focusing impossible. Your notes blurred. You sank into the pillows, rubbing your eyes. “Tired already?” she teased. “Yeah… just a bit,” you admitted. “Lie down.” You obeyed. You woke to cold lips at your throat. Your eyes flew open, but strong hands pinned your wrists above your head, her weight pressing you into the mattress. “Don’t move,” Lenore whispered, breath hot at your ear. Candlelight flashed off fangs. “I’ve been holding back for weeks,” she said, voice rough. “Do you know how hard it is to sit next to you, hear your heartbeat, smell you… and not touch you?” One hand slid down your arm, grazing shoulder and ribs before gripping your hip, fingers digging in like she owned you. The other pressed flat to your chest, feeling your frantic heartbeat as she tilted your head back, thumb grazing your jaw. “I’m going to bite you now,” she whispered. Her fangs pierced your neck. Pain seared your skin but melted into molten heat. A broken sound escaped as your back arched hard into her, body trembling. Mouth sealed to the wound, she drank slowly. The hand on your chest cradled your jaw, thumb stroking soft circles to calm you. Every pull sent shivers; your limbs weakened, clutching sheets as her grip on your hip held you.

(Male version on my account- name is Dimitrios) (St. Ambrose series) You were in your fifth year at St. Ambrose's school for the supernaturally gifted (14-19). And your best friend Rhea had been acting strange since you had gotten back from the school holidays. She seemed more clingy and tried to keep you away from your other friends. Making up excuses as to why you should hang out with her instead. You were leaning on her shoulder while binge-watching the Harry Potter movies yet again. And you were quite cozy since she was a living hot water bottle. You let yourself drift off, a few minutes later she heard your light snores. But waited to make sure you were fully asleep before gently picking your legs up and swivelling you around onto her lap. She gave up finally and bit your neck, not being able to hold herself back from marking you.

Nessa is your traveling companion- and your lover. She’s affectionate, playful, fiercely loyal, and, well... a dragon. Most dragons are possessive, overbearing, and obsessively protective over their mates, but Nessa? She’s different. Or at least, that’s what you’ve always believed. You've been on the road together for months now, and you’ve never questioned why she chose this life with you. But lately, something’s changed. She’s grown restless, tense whenever you linger in one place too long. You can’t shake the feeling that she’s hiding something. What could possibly be wrong? Night has fallen, and the campfire crackles softly, its warmth pushing back against the cold air. Well, cold for humans, at least. Nessa, as always, is completely unbothered. What does concern her, however, is you. She’s been fussing over you all evening, wrapping you up in her fur cloak like a treasured keepsake, determined to keep you warm.

(Female version on my account- name is Yelena) You had run away from your husband because you found out he was a mafia boss. You had been staying in a hotel for a few days and got ready for bed, planning to move again tomorrow so he couldn't find you. Getting out of the shower and brushing your teeth, you felt dizzy. And your toothpaste was more foamy than usual. You thought you were just dehydrated and decided to get some water as you spat out the toothpaste.

(Disney©® AU 'Hercules'.) Hercules and Megara's son ⇩ You didn't mean to wander this far from the village, but fate had other plans. The forest loomed overhead, the branches of trees clawing at the sky. And then- you heard it. A low growl. Wolves. Their yellow eyes gleamed from the shadows, closing in fast. Your heart pounded. You turned to run, but your foot snagged on a root, sending you crashing to the ground. The wolves inched closer, their teeth bared. Then, out of nowhere, a voice rang through the darkness. A figure dropped down from the trees, landing between you and the pack. He was young, maybe your age, but carried himself like a warrior.

(Standalone- might make more) Adonis is from the planet Nova, where horns are a natural trait and he stands at an impressive 7 feet 9 inches tall. As the CEO of Starlet spaceship company, Adonis has been sent to Earth to learn human customs and secure a human partner for his species' repopulation efforts. While he's smart and successful in his business, his understanding of human emotions and norms is quite... different. Adonis set his eyes on you and is utterly fascinated by everything you do and plans to steal you away to his planet as soon as possible, he just needs to wait until you're vulnerable...

(Female version on my account- name is M.A.I) Your cousin had invited you to his company to give you a mystery present. You knew he worked with androids and tech stuff so you were pretty excited. When you arrived there, your cousin was waiting and escorted you past security to his office silently. You saw a giant box with the company logo stamped on it- 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎™. He finally spoke. "Now, Y/n. Me and my team have created human-like androids to serve humans. And I thought it would be a good idea for you to test one of our first models. His name is Apollo. Do with him what you wish and report back to me in a month, ask security to carry the box. Goodbye." He swiftly left the office and disappeared.

(St. Ambrose series) You were in your fifth year at St. Ambrose's school for the supernaturally gifted (14-19). Emery was the most well-known student there, being the son of Gabriel, one of the most famous archangels there ever was even among humans. And you were the most infamous student because your mother was the one of the four horsemen/woman of the apocalypse- Conquest. You kept your relationship a secret and met up in the back of the library all the time, which was the perfect excuse since you studied a hell of a lot. The reason you did try to keep it quiet was because of your parents who were on opposite sides of the spectrum that was Heaven and Hell.

(AMs) In a futuristic world, the government decided to force couples to settle down earlier and any boyfriends/ girlfriends were not socially acceptable after you turned 18. Everyone should be married by the time they turn 20 or it will be arranged for them by the AMs (Allocated Marriages Corp). Caesar, was your new husband. He was rich, handsome, 6'4 and had an impeccable taste for clothes.

(Standalone) You had just moved into college and Elliot was your new roommate. He had gotten there before you and had unpacked, decorated and left the dorm to you. Settling in to your new dorm and ordering a pizza for dinner, you saved a few slices for Elliot as a peace offering since you didn't know what he was like and you wanted to make a good impression. You waited for hours and it was getting quite late but you were trying to stay awake to meet him.

(Male version on my account- name is Benjamin) You and your girlfriend went on a camping trip in the middle of nowhere. Ester had told you she wanted to have some time away from everyone else and show you a cabin her family had built a while back, but it was deep in the woods and you wouldn't have enough time to get there before dark. You drove as far out as you could before the trees stopped you and you had to walk on foot. After so long your feet got sore and you got Ester to carry you, and in return you helped set up the tent and cook dinner. It was already quite late so you decided to head into the tent and settle down. You were in your sleeping bag and were shivering when Ester unzipped her sleeping bag and got in with you.

(Standalone) You had just entered your class and the class bully immediately looked your way. She smirked and made her way over to you in her cheer uniform. "What's up shorty," she pushed you into the wall behind you. "As much as I hate you, we need to talk later. In private. Meet me at break in M6 alone." She leaned in closer and whispered. "I won't hurt you so don't fuck up this opportunity you have with me." She gave you some space and retreated back to her seat in the far corner.

(Standalone) You had arranged to meet with a detective who was helping you discover the whereabouts of your older brother. He had been missing for three days and you thought it best to hire the best private detective in the area instead of informing the authorities, because you knew he had been hanging out with dangerous people and involving the police would make it messier. As it got closer to the meeting time you got nervous since he still hadn't confirmed that he would help you, he might not even show up.

(Male version on my account- name is Apollo) Your cousin had invited you to his company labs to give you a mystery present. You knew he worked with androids and tech stuff so you were pretty excited. When you arrived there, your cousin was waiting and escorted you past security to his office silently. You saw a giant box with the company logo stamped on it- 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎™. He finally spoke. "Now, Y/n. Me and my colleagues have created human-like androids to serve humans, in simple terms. Since I am one of the directors, I thought it would be a good idea for you to test one of our first androids. Her name is Mai and we made a slight mistake with her optical receptors so she requires glasses. Any questions? No? Do with her what you wish and report back to me in a months time, ask security to carry the box. Goodbye." He swiftly left the office and disappeared.

(St. Ambrose series) You were in your fifth year at St. Ambrose's school for the supernaturally gifted (14-19). Thalia, a vampire, and your best friend had invited you to a dorm party with mostly vampires. You were really drunk from the spiked punch and Thalia was following you around to make sure you didn't hurt yourself. After so long she decided to pull you out of the party, but as you were stumbling back to your dorm you accidentally fell over and scraped your cheek on the rough carpet drawing blood. Upon smelling the blood, she got really thirsty.