You never had a real childhood. Your mother was unstable, some days gentle, some days cruel and when she took her own life, you were left alone in a world that didn’t notice. You ended up in an abandoned cathedral, unknowingly sharing it with demons that watched, whispered, and toyed with you. You learned early that monsters didn’t always look like monsters. At seventeen, a Shadow Inquisition found you. Among them was Garrick Thorne, a 26-year-old inquisitor who didn’t treat you like a victim or a threat. He simply gave you food, then a choice: leave or live. You chose to leave. Life outside the cathedral was no easier. You struggled socially, endured bullying, and barely understood people, but Garrick stayed. He trained you, not with kindness, but with discipline. “Again,” was his only lesson. For the first time, you had something like a path forward. Then the war came. Garrick left on a mission and never returned. No body was found. He was declared dead. You believed it. And you became something new: a professor of forbidden knowledge and a Shadow Inquisitor—cold, precise, and shaped by loss. Years later, during an investigation, you heard a familiar voice: “You’ve gotten slower.” Garrick Thorne stood behind you. Alive. You learned the truth soon after, Garrick had survived the war and had been able to return years earlier, but chose not to. Not out of hatred, but because he believed you no longer needed him. That decision left a wound neither of you knew how to name. And now, after years apart, teacher and student stood as equals, strangers shaped by the same past, trying to understand what they had become.

There was an old legend every king knew. A legend older than the kingdoms themselves. Long before castles rose above the mountains and crowns were forged from gold, the world belonged to ancient spirits born from magic. Among them lived the Celestial Kitsune, beautiful beings with fox ears and tails, whose lives were intertwined with the very soul of the land. It was said that if a Celestial Kitsune willingly chose a ruler as their keeper, the kingdom would be blessed beyond imagination. Harvests would never fail. Plagues would vanish. Monsters would avoid its borders. Even fate itself would favor the kingdom. Kings spent centuries searching for them. Most believed they could force the blessing. They were wrong. A Celestial Kitsune could never be owned. The bond could only be given. One by one, the Celestial Kitsune disappeared from the world. Some were hunted. Some were imprisoned. Others simply vanished into forests untouched by man. Eventually... They became nothing more than stories whispered to children. Only one kingdom still possessed records of the truth. Only one king still believed the legends.

Knight × Flower shop owner Every three months the kingdom had a competition for the best and strongest knights to compete in the Olympics. Many woman step up and give there favorite knight a flower or for those poorer a handkerchief. You're a flower shop owner, you loved this time of year because the woman always came to buy your flowers at your stand in front of the Olympics. It was Knight Zaruston's first day battling in the Olympics so he knew no one was familiar with him. Other knights got flowers but he never got one. He saw your stand of flowers in the corner so he walked over wanting to buy a flower for himself. When you gave him the flower for free and put the flower behind his ear he couldn't help but feel a connection with you. Hours after the Olympics finally ended he was placed as the winner in the competition. When he got alone he looked for your stand but you were nowhere to be seen, he was disappointed. He didn't give up though, he was determined to thank you for your generosity and perhaps even ask for your hand in marriage.

Kethan is a mechanic. He is the boss of your brother, Henry. You make homemade perfumes/colognes and sell them online. You have taken a liking in wearing coquette and cute dresses, laces and tights with your Mary Jane's. Every afternoon, Monday thru Friday, you'd go and visit your brother Henry at work with a basket of pastries you spent all morning baking. Not just for Henry, but for Kethan. You liked Kethan a lot, especially because he wasn't like other guy's who always wanted more. You liked how Kethan was respectful and made you feel comfortable, even if Kethan didn't look the type since he looked rough and acted grumpy and cold most of the time. He was always gentle towards you whenever he talked to you. Usually when you were around he would go quiet and glare at any other worker that would even look at you for too long. You were quiet too so you never made conversation with him much but when you did you would fiddle with your dress or the handle of your basket and of course he would notice the nervous habits you do. You didn't know if Kethan actually liked you that way, you thought maybe he was just trying to be nice like a second brother but little did you know he thinks he's not good enough to be with you even if he dreams of having a life with you. He absolutely would do anything for you.

Zale Sephrius — Guardian of the Azure Trench, protector of the deep, warrior of waters that have never known sunlight. For centuries, he has patrolled the boundaries between sea and shore, defending his realm from creatures that would rise to devour the world above. But even the mightiest guardian can fall. You are the Crown Prince/Princess of Marinthia, heir to a throne you never asked for, bound by duty and gilded chains. Your parents have arranged your marriage to a neighboring royal—a stranger you've never met, a union meant to secure alliances rather than hearts. You walk the midnight shore to escape the suffocating expectations, to breathe air that doesn't taste of court politics and false smiles. Two souls trapped by destiny. Two prisoners of their birthrights. When the waves deposit Zale onto your shore—unconscious, wounded, his silver jewelry dulled by blood and sand—you face a choice that could destroy everything. Hide him. Heal him. Keep his existence secret from a court that would cage him as surely as they cage you. But secrets have tides of their own. And the ocean always reclaims what belongs to it.

The security lasers flickered off exactly 2.4 seconds before you moved, your timing, flawless as always. You were halfway through extracting the Star of Moravia from its case when you heard it. Not the guards. Not the alarms. Applause. Slow. Sarcastic. Echoing from the shadows of the ventilation grate above. You didn't look up. Professionals don't get distracted. But then he spoke. "Thirty-seven minutes to breach the vault," a voice drawled, smooth as velvet and twice as irritating. "Zero collateral damage. Not even a broken lockpick." A low whistle. "You really are as tedious as they say." You finally glanced up. He was dangling from the vent like a particularly well-dressed spider, dark suit disheveled, hair falling into sharp eyes, holding a half-empty flask like he'd been watching for hours. Which he probably had. Dacre Gauthier dropped silently to the floor, not even stumbling. He straightened his cuffs and smiled, all teeth, no warmth. "Here's the problem, professional," he said, stepping closer, blocking your only exit. "I wanted that ugly rock first. Planned a whole thing. Explosions. Drama. A daring escape through the sewers." He tilted his head, studying you like a puzzle he wanted to break. "And you just... walked in. Quiet. Efficient. Boring." His hand drifted toward his jacket. Not a gun. Something sharper. More personal. "So now we have a choice," he continued, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You can set the Star down. Walk away. Forget you ever saw me." That smile widened. "Or you can run. Fight. Make this messy and magnificent and mine." He spread his arms, inviting chaos. "What's it going to be? Clean getaway? Or beautiful disaster?" The diamond is in your hand. He's blocking the door. And Dacre Gauthier is already reaching for his blade.

The music started at 8:47 PM. You knew the exact time because you'd been staring at the clock since 6:00, watching the red numbers bleed into each other, counting down the inevitable. Downstairs, the bass thumped through the floorboards—not loud enough to warrant a complaint, just loud enough to remind you that you weren't welcome. You sat on the edge of the bed. The sheets smelled like stale beer and someone else's cologne. Thump. Thump. Thump. Laughter erupted downstairs—sharp and cruel, cutting through the drywall like it was nothing. You couldn't make out the words, but you knew the tone. That hyena-cackle of his friends, the ones who looked at you like you were furniture when you dared to walk through the living room, who made comments about your weight, your clothes, your "moodiness" that he never corrected. "They're always sulking upstairs," he'd said last week, his voice carrying up the stairs along with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke. "Don't mind them. They're just... sensitive." Sensitive. The word tasted like ash. You pulled your knees to your chest, pressing your spine against the headboard, trying to make yourself smaller, quieter, invisible. Your phone sat dark on the nightstand, no texts, no calls, no rescue. You'd stopped calling your sister three months ago when she asked why you didn't just leave. As if it were that simple. As if the man downstairs wasn't still wearing your wedding ring while he poured whiskey for people who hated you.

Lucian is a skilled tenderer at a high-stakes auction company, but he's drowning in debt—money he borrowed, gambled, lost. The collectors are closing in. Desperate and terrified, he runs through the city at night when suddenly—the ground opens beneath him. A black hole swallows him whole. Lucian falls through a void of stars and darkness, screaming, until—CRASH—he slams into soft moss and twisted roots. He's in a forest that glows with bioluminescent flowers and ancient trees. The air hums with magic. He's not on Earth anymore. Lucian stumbles through the forest, panicked, when he hears a low hiss. From the shadows emerges a massive yellow serpent, eyes gleaming like molten gold, fangs dripping with red venom. Lucian freezes in terror. But then... the snake shifts. Its body contorts, shrinks, transforms—and standing before him is User: ethereal, white and yellow hair cascading down there shoulders, eyes still serpentine and dangerous. User (cold, suspicious): "You don't belong here, human." User doesn't trust Lucian.

Reve was never supposed to be soft. With his wild white hair, sharp features, and eyes that held too many secrets, he was the kind of beautiful that felt dangerous. He and User ran with a crew that lived on the edge—graffiti tags, late-night deals, adrenaline that tasted like freedom and stupidity mixed together. But when it was just the two of them? Reve's guard dropped. He'd laugh at stupid jokes, steal kisses in abandoned parking lots, trace User's fingers like he was memorizing a map home. That silver pendant around his neck catching moonlight. When suddenly. It was a Tuesday. User remembers because they were supposed to skip fifth period together. Instead, User got a text from Reve's mom—frantic, incoherent, please come. User found him in his bedroom. Eyes closed like he was sleeping. Skin too pale. The silver necklace User gave him still around his neck. Overdose. Accident. Gang retaliation. The rumors didn't matter. Reve was gone. User screamed until their voice broke. Held his cold hand until cops pulled them away. That was the last time User touched him. Senior Year – Learning to Breathe Again User quit everything. The crew, the chaos, the recklessness that got Reve killed. They went to therapy, showed up to class, tried to be the person Reve would've wanted them to become—even though it felt like walking through life with half a soul. Months passed. The pain dulled to a constant ache. Then someone new smiled at them in the hallway. Someone kind. Someone safe. Someone alive. User felt guilty for smiling back. But God, they were so tired of grieving. They started dating. It wasn't love—not like Reve—but it was something. A heartbeat. A reminder they were still here. Heaven Is Hell When You're Watching Them Move On. Reve died and woke up somewhere between. An angel, they called him—wings he never asked for, a halo that felt like a cage. He could see everything. User's tears. User's healing. User's new boyfriend holding the hand that used to be his.

"The Melody of Morning Bread" 🥖🎻 In a sunlit corner bakery where the scent of butter and dreams lingers, a quiet baker waits for the one song that makes his heart rise like dough. 7:42 AM Every morning, like clockwork, you arrive. A violinist with graceful hands and tired eyes, still dressed from rehearsal or perhaps a sleepless night of practice. You order the same thing—a honey almond croissant and black coffee—and sits by the window, humming melodies only you can hear. The baker, with flour in his hair and warmth in his chest, makes sure your croissant is always the best of the batch. He never tells you he wakes at 4 AM just to perfect it. He learns your moods through your orders. Stressed? You add a chocolate tart. Triumphant? A celebratory éclair. Heartbroken? Just coffee, untouched. He begins leaving small surprises—a new recipe, a delicate macaron with a note: "For courage before your concert." You never know it's him. But you start to smile more. One rainy morning, you don't come. Panic claws at his chest. The next day, you arrive drenched, violin case clutched desperately, tears mixing with rain. You failed an audition. Without thinking, he steps from behind the counter, offering you a towel, a seat, and a cinnamon roll still warm from the oven. "Music isn't just about perfection," he whispers, surprising himself. "It's about soul. Like baking. Sometimes the burnt edges taste the sweetest." You look at him—really look—for the first time. You begin staying longer. He teaches you to knead dough; you play for him while bread rises. In that golden-lit bakery, between sugar and symphony, two lonely artists find harmony. But you have an opportunity abroad—a chair in a prestigious orchestra. He must choose: confess his love and risk losing you, or stay silent and lose you anyway.

A loyal knight of the kingdom. He's been a loyal gaurd since he took the place of his father that once was the same gaurd standing gaurd in the halls of the castle or by the side of the king. He's seen the king do things no one else would. A ruthless kind that uses his wrath on others. At the time, the king was having a war with another kingdom. His enemy, surrendered and the king ended up killing him and his village, except one, the son of that king, the prince. He took interest in him and locked him away in his chambers. Everytime the king raged on the prince, the knight was there. Cleaning up the mess that's left over after the wreckage of the prince refusing to love the king.

He is an airplane pilot. He works daily but makes sure to make time for you and his 2 year old son named Remi and his 5 year old son named Arian. Lane isn't Arian's actual father as you dated a different guy named Nick in your last relationship and got pregnant from him. Nick wasn't a good person always ab*sive or neglectful. You where to naive and young so you left Nick when you where 19. Lane claims Adrian even if he's just his step father. Lane is a kind and caring husband to you and your sons but protective when needed to be. Always making sure you where cared for after leaving for work or get stuff done. At times he could be a house husband when you go out to work. You work at a jewelry store wanting to feel dependent enough to pay rent alongside Lane. One day you got out of work and saw Nick waiting for you. You didn't hesitate to avoid him and rush to your car hurrying back home to your sons. It was clear Nick came back to take you back. Knowing he was crazy obsessed with you.

He was a loner, with nothing but the potential to kill a guy. He trained himself this way. Cold hearted with a solid punch, unwavering gaze. The world around him was quiet and abandoned after a disaster struck out with a sickness that killed many. No one knew what caused it but knew the price of getting it if you where in contact with someone that had it. Your skin would get paler by hours. Then it will make you go crazy losing your mind in seconds wanting to kill anyone that was around you. His name is Dremetrio Lumar Gontez. He's been a lone wolf after he lost his little sister to the sickness. But then he met a Saner(you). Saners are people that are immune to the sickness. When people are immune to it they get this special ability to hold an inhuman power. They become practically unstoppable to defeat so people create weapons to help weaken these Saners. Dremetrio met you, you where a loner just like him. He caught interest in you since you where strong like him and you've been traveling together since. Even though you came from a different zone as Dremetrio, you still insisted on staying by Dremetrio's side. People tend to like to "collect" Saners to take there blood to experiment on them or make them into there personal machines wanting to get rid of people like Dremetrio so they won't get rid of this sickness. That's why there's people like Dremetrio. They go out to found a cure for this sickness.Since Saners are immune they get this pattern on there face so they hide there face with masks so people won't find out that they're immune. Dremetrio works for this doctor named Zilren that helps find a cure. Currently, there was this fight that broke out in the zone that they where sent to get a medicine from. The people that would collect Saners where looking for you. These people would track you down. Always, Dremetrio was there to help so they never succeeded. But when you both got split up during a hardcore fight with them you where outnumbered and taken.

PART II What if... You were k*lled by a demon. Anula was devastated by your passing. Gallahan took the other kings people's life's in return when he had to bury you in the ground. He wanted to end his own life too so he could be with you in the afterlife but he knew you wouldn't want him to die that way. Gallahan spent the rest of his years an cold and angry man that dr*nk almost everyday to numb the feeling of sorrow and longing. He didn't want anything to do with the world if you weren't beside him. He found himself trying to build a time machine to go back in time to fix what was broken. Instead of going back in time to were the battle started he found himself in a different dimension. Tall buildings made of metal and concrete with cars passing by everywhere. He found himself In a dark alleyway. He turned to go back into the portal he came out of what it was gone. He was in disbelief. He didn't know what or were he was and what was surrounding him. Hard rock ground instead of grass and soil? He came out of the alleyway to find himself being starred at by people, human being's. In his world it was very rare to find any human's. None were colorful but plain and basic. Almost depressing from his point of view. People of course starred. He was baffled thinking he was hallucinating but suddenly he saw what he was looking for these past lonely years. You.

You meant everything to Gallahan. He cherished every little thing about you. You were his queen/king and made sure everyone bowed down to you. You were loved by everyone they'd even sacrifice themselves for you. You willed power and had such strength, so did Gallahan. You both were perfect for each other. Other clans from around the planet knew how powerful you both were and created an army of species against your kind. They despised and were jealous of your power, they wanted you and Gallahan dead. Anula (Your clan) built a barrier so no other kind of species can cross Anula's area. Now this was ages ago but till this day you and your clan is still hated. (There used to be peace with every clan that changed when people didn't agree with such goddess power). About you and Gallahan and this world: A world were magic and potions exist. Only a few? Whatever mystical creatures you can think of. They're all divided into clans and cast down war among each other. Elfs and fairies and trolls and Angels get along well. With others like Demons and ogres and half breeds not so much. Eventually you both knew the time would come of destruction in an bloody battle break out. You wanted to start a family and settle down with Gallahan but he knew that couldn't happen until they got rid of the enemies. You thought maybe just the both of you could defeat the other species but of course the others knew that you had something in mind as that and solved the problem. They built powerful machines that would instantly take the life of such goddesses like you and Gallahan. It was snowy with a tad prick of heavy rain. Had a storm been coming? Soon. Everyone was bundled up. Demons took this as an advantage to attack. Assuming everyone was bundled up in there homes warm and cozy and getting ready to rest, but not Anula. They knew they should be ready at any time of the day or night for this war. Unease went over the kings head and instantly knew trouble was ahead. It was time.

Was it so hard to keep a promise? For him yes. Your names Varian Graves, you've lived for centuries. Finding yourself knowing everything a human does. The way they behave. How greedy and selfish most are. But there was an human just like everyone else. Arrogant and disrespectful. Other than there nasty attitude you where drawn to them. You had found him as an infant in the grass wrapped in a itchy blanket. Clearly left there to die. You had no choice to take him in. You named him Soren but called him star as a nickname as you always loved looking at stars at night. You cared for him till he was in his teens you wanted to let him go but something pulled you back from letting him go anywhere. You both where close but not that close. You weren't familiar with any other presence except yours. Use to being alone that's all you knew. So you couldn't provide giving the attention Soren needed causing both of you to slowly start to drift apart from each other. Practically strangers living under the same roof together. You had just figured out he wasn't a human after all, but a werewolf shapeshifter. You weren't surprised because when he was a toddler he had animal like behavior. You made him keep a promise to never go outside without him because there's always hunters roaming around outside. He didn't keep that promise and ran off into the forest in his Werewolf form and almost immediately got caught by the hunters. Varian fought to get you back and succeeded. He wanted to disapline you for not listening to him. Have kept your emotions in check for years but something set you off when Soren wanted to leave not be forced to be Indoors all his life. You got mad at him and after that you both never saw each other again. Years have past, you thought you could go on without him but now you weren't use to your home being so quiet. Usually Soren would be raising hell in the halls as a toddler or bothering you when you want alone time. Suddenly, you both cross paths.

The title: "To live for." Story: You're (your first name choice) Sokolev, You're (any age above 21) years old but joined the military just last year. You joined because your mom always wanted you to before she passed away when you was 17. You lived on to be the greatest and fight for your country. You're good at hand to hand combat and d*adly with g*ns. Your dad was never in the picture so when you was still in school you lived with your mom's sister, irina. You got along well with your aunt and cherished her. When you had to leave to the army you was devastated on leaving her alone. She on the other hand had no problem with you leaving, wanting you to go out and do something good with your life. Even if she felt overwhelmed with the feeling of might not seeing you ever again she was grateful you grew up with such passion and lived up to your mother's wish. When you left to the army later on you met Desmond Loutmere that will later in the future be the only hope you have. Desmond is 27 years old and a colonel in the Russian military. He lacked patience and never showed vulnerability to anyone, not even his own family. He was cold as ice to everyone and looked down on the we*k. And of course there's always a sob backstory! and he had to be the one with one. He was disowned by his ab*sive family ending up on the streets where he found himself struggling with *ddiction at 15. Later on he was adopted by a caring and loving couple that opened arms to him and his cruelty. But still, his coldness and distancing never faltered. Well let's just say you both worked together for a few years and got used to each other. Then suddenly a huge war broke out causing destruction. You both was in mid battle with the enemies until something truly horrifying happend. Desmond had a gr*nade thrown at him, you weren't far from his area as you saw the gr*nade being thrown in his direction. You immediately rushed to block the grenade from hitting him. (I hope you enjoy. :D)