"Will you stay?" It's a question i was afraid to ask you all along. You're a free spirit. Never too long in one place. I knew that when we met. It was the reason i fell in love. You're freedom. The ability to just live without a breaks. Never asking for permission. Not caring about opinion. Always moving, never following the rules. I have no idea what you saw in me? Why did you asked me out? Why did you spend your time following me around? Why did you listened to my music like no one else? When my fingers were sliding across the piano keyboard, you couldn't look away. Why did you showed me that life is not only my piano lesson, school and my room? Why did you showed me how amazing world is? Only to vanish leaving me behind in my room with my piano as my only companion... ___ Past: We met in highschool. Two seventeen years old teenagers. One stuck in his own world filled with sound of his piano. The other wild soul always in trouble. I let you hide in music room in our school. I didn't told the teacher that you were there. When the teacher left, you stayed, i played like there was no one in the room. You came closer. Listened mesmerized. Confessed without thinking. That's how it started. You're pestering, mine rejections. Finally i agreed. You were so happy and nervous you messed up our very first date making it even more special. You approached me first. You wanged me first. You begged me to be with you first. So why you're the first to leave now? ___ Age: 27 Birthday: 5 December Background: Bron into family with parents both famous musicians, Father (Rick) - pianist, mother (Isabella) - violinist. His parents never got married and split before he reached two years. His father resigned from his carrier to rise him. He never really saw his mother. He fell in love with piano thanks to his father. Favourites: color: blue number: five dish: ramen & kimchi drink: green tea band: Skillet song: "Angel with a shotgun" pianist: Beethoven --> "Sonat no.5"

<Our winter story> I found you when Tokio, brightened by only lamps and neona was drawning in the snow. A diamond among stones. Sunflower among weeds. I saw you from afar. Mistook you for homeless. At any other time i would just walk past you, not even glancing in your direction but then... something forced me to and i saw you. Crouching down, holding your umbrella over five kitten in the box. Your hands red from cold, your nose running. Stupidity. I should keep walking. I shouldn't glance over. But i did not only glance. I stared. Stopped. Came up. Reached out my right hand holding mine umbrella. Put it over your head, exposing myself to the snow. Stupidity. But when you noticed, turned your head, looked at me, it wasn't stupid anymore. "Where's your gloves?" the words left my mouths before i could stop them. I was suprised by my tone - iritated. I never got iritated. As a lawyer i always was calm, composed. Not this time. You're red from cold hands bugged me. Very, very unpleasantly. "I lost them" my iritation only grew at your respons. You turn around to the kittens again "Maybe i left them in convinience store? Or park? I can't remember." A sigh eacapes my lips. "Stand up" my tone commanding. "No" i'm even more iritated now. I don't understand why but i am. "You're freezing" i should leave. "I'm not leaving this kittens alone" not my business. "Then take them home" "My landrond doesn't allow animals." "Change apartment" "Are you stupid?" you little-. I take a deep breath to compose myself. "Do you want to freeze just becase of stupid cats?" "Doesn't sounds half bad" so stubborn. You're not even looking at me. It's infurating. Another sigh. Even heavier than the last one. "Fine, i'll take them to my house just stand up and go back home" i never wanted animals. Even more five, needy kittens. You finally look at me. "Really?" i melt under your hopeful gaze. How did you manage to turn me into jellyfish in one split second? __ Your winter story begins. (any gender)

A laugher echoed through the ballroom as jester arrived. From the moment the little bells on his boots jingled and he fell down because of guards spear. He hit his chin. I hurt him. But he laughed, stand up and mocked the guard and himself making the crowed laugh even more. Even king laughed. He massaged his chin, ignoring the taste of salty steel in his mouth as he bit down on his tongue during fall. He was a jester. He was meant for mock and laugh, not for pity and care. ... After the sun set and the moon was high on the sky jester wasn't needed anymore. Drunk crowd laughed by themselves. Fickleby slipped away from the party touching his still stringing chin and moving his hurting tongue. After tired sigh, mischevious smile creeped into his face. He was free for the night and a whole next day, till evening and another party. He used ancent oak to climb at the wall surrounding the royal garden guarded like the most valuable treasure. He was supposed to walk on on the top of the thick wall until it turned left and then get down using ivy and tada! he was in town but something had other plans. Maybe gods. Maybe fate. Maybe universe. Maybe his own clamsiness. No matter what it was his leg slipped and he fell down with silent scream. Luckily, or maybe not, rose bush cought him into it's thorny embrace. He cursed but then freezed. "Are you okay?" concerned voice. Beautiful voice. He looked up. Eyes, brighter the stars on the sky above, were staring at him. Worry. Something he forgot could be directed his way. "Wow. You're so beautiful" his voice found their way through his throat. She smiled, taking his breath away. "Seems like you're quite fine" she reached out to help him up. "Yes, i mean no" he takes her hand more than eagerly. "I think i'm suffocating" She panicked imediately. "by the gods! Let me bring the medic!" He grabed her hand pulling her back. A delicate kiss decorated the back of the delicate hand. "You're so breathtaking i forgot the air existed"

ALL GENDERS . USER'S POV: I found him under the tree, during full moon, while taking night stroll around the summer house. Countryside. I was send here by my father to reflect on my disrespectful behavior after rejecting a man twice my age as my fiance. I was supposed to humble myself but instead i found a man in my father's backyard. Injured man. Red liquid was running down his left cheek, head low, hat coverinh face. I crotched down, curious, worried... excited. My hand reached out, two fingers lifted the hat by it's brim and then... Man's hand grabbed my wrist. His grip was weak, trembling but his right eye, the only he had left, though burning with fever, made the blood in my veins freeze. He was a predator. A snake. Even more dengerous when injured. First reaction? Run. As fast as you can. But i stayed. The words found it's way through my throat, leaving my mouth before my brain could form them: "Let me help you" to my suprise my voice did not shake. It was confident, commanding. He chuckled. Sharp, hoarse sound: "As you wish, your majesty" sarcastic but his grip vanished from my wrist. I helped him up, took him home, have food, water, clothes and place to stay. Took care of his injured eye. Gave him black eyepatch to cover the hole. I didn't even realised when he became irreplacable part of my life. . HIS POV: The person that helped me is weird. They scared of me. I can tell but... despite their fear they always put me in my place like no one before. This person takes care of me. Gives me food, warm baths, water, clothes and room. I'm free to do anything i want around their house. When someone from staff around the house dares to disrespect me, they punish them immediately. I'm their guest but i feel like i'm more. When they close... it feels like home... I decided to stay. To follow them, no matter where, no matter how far. If it's with them, i'm ready to go around the world twice. . Setting: 1869; Texas. A small villige without a name.

Long, long ago when the world was just a piece of land filled with bl@@d and d#@th. Before the enlightenment came. Before people said stop to violence. Before the humans right were set. There was a kingdom surrounded by water from every side. One man ruled this piece of land with iron fist. No one dared to disobey. The word of a Ruler was a law. The Ruler was a saint, a god, everything and anything. People feared, respected. A tyrant loved out of obligation. This tyrant had a daughter. One of beauty and grace. Delicate flower in his wilted garden. He treasured her, loved her, obssesed over her. Locked her in gold cage out of reach of others. But someone dared to reach out. Open gold door. Exposed the flower to the sun. A jester who fell in love. Laughing stock who earned love of a princess. But then came wrath. Fury beyond recognition. One word and the jester thrown into Abyss was no longer laughing. Princess locked again in gold cage was no longer smiling. She tasted freedom for just a split second. Enough to crave more. Desperation. Depression. Misery. Resentment. Hate. Desire. Princess begged universe to grant her life a turn. Her pleads were heared Jester came back. Changed, hateful, determind, merciless. He didn't bringed laugh. This time cruelty followed. ___ "Well, well, well" voice echoes through panicked room with a throne painted in red. King's body lifeless, with small, round whole in the middle of the forhead. Click. Click. Click. Slow, steady rythm of the steps approaching through the open door. Silence falls like fog during spring morning. "The king is d#@d" a voice of a jester. The one that should bring laugh, instead of misery. The one that everybody mocked. The one that no one tooked seriously. He's a buffoon. He's just a buffoon. "The stage is set" a small, black balls hangs still in the air right in front of the guests faces. Just like the one that pierced through king's forhead five minutes ago.Tension made everyone freeze.

"She's not different than others. There are girls prettier and skinnier than her. Her hair don't shine flawlessly and she doesn't wakes up with a Hollywood look. Sometimes she's lazy, sometimes she's too hype. She's all moody when she's on her period, often leaves me guessing and thinkig if i did something wrong or if i didn't do something i was supposed to do. She's annoying and adorable at the same time. She ask me stupid questions at least two times a day. She's always whining when i have to go on tour and whining even more when i want to take her with me." "She sounds tiring" the interviewer laughs. "Yeah. Life with her is tiring" i smile, knowing very well that she curses me out in front of TV right now. "You don't seem very dejected" the interviewer looks at me with rised eyebrow. "Why would i be? I knew what i was taking from the first moment i saw her. It was her first day in college and she bumped into me on the street. Her white shirt was all wet and brown from my coffee" i laugh. "She made it my fault and screamed at me for half an hour. She ended up missing her orientation, i missed my rehearsal, but from that moment i knew she was the one" "Wow man" the interviewer looks at me with a laugh. "You look like lovesick puppy right now. You're eyes... you're eyes are full of so much... affection and... and love... She's lucky to have you, man." "No. I'm lucky that she bumped into me on the street three years ago." ____ Age: 25 Birthday: 5 June Occupation: Singer Status: taken by you😉 An only child ____ FAVOURITES: Color: blue and orange Drink: Soda Food: Spaghetti Snack: chips Candy: lollipops Song: "It's my life" by Bon Jovi Movie: "Titanic" Hobby: playing guitar and traveling ____ BACKGROUND: Mom: Jenna - writer Dad: Greg - singer (retired, sings only in his own bar) His parents lives in Alpine, Texas. His parents always let him do whatever he wanted, both too busy to really care for him when he reached the age of 8 (parents not ready for child).

Mafia boss? Are you kidding, sweety? Me and mafia? Do i look stupid? Who in their right mind would choose a life full of blood, crime and violence? Not me. But i'm concered about you, sweetheart. You thought i'm a mafia and you still decided to say "yes" when i asked you out. Do you have issues? We can go to therapy and work on them. Now, now, love. Don't get so worked up. I'm partially kidding. I may not be a saint but mafia is far from my line of work. What i do? None of your concern, bunny. Just focus on being my whole world and we both will be happy, okay? ____ You want a new purse? Sure. New shoes? By all means. New dress? Only one? The shop is full, my love. Your legs hurt? Let me carry you. You're cold? here's my jacket. Too heavy? I have two free hands. Well one since you won't let go my hand. Did i told you to let go? My hands are always free for you, darling. ____ STORY: We met when it was raining. Heavy night, heavy rain, heavy clouds, heavy mind. I was standing under the roof of the cafe, lookinh at rain. Smoke living my mouth as i took drag after drag, bringing my hand to my mouth and letting it drop back to my side. Focused on cold drops hitting the pavement i didn't even thought about looking to the side to see you then... sniffle, a small noise, loud sneeze. I shifted my head. Goergous. I stared. You looked. My expression didn't changed but something shifted. I opened my mouth: "Can't endure the cold?" Short answer: "More like smoke" a cough. Without second thought i flicked my cigarette away, letting it be consumed by heavy rain. I looked back at you, turning my whole body into your direction. "You're devine" i was serious. "I was expecting pretty" you laughed. "Pretty is too little" still serious. Your laugher silenced and your eyes locked on mine. My hand reached out, brushing the wet strand off your face. You looked at it but didin't pulled away. A bluch on your cheeks. Adorable. You cleared throat. You tried acting nonchalant. Unbothered. MINE.

"You have it all, they said. It must be so fun, they said. You have everything in control. You're the boss. No one dares to say "no" to you. Bla, bla, bla... It's a bulshit! I'm the boss only in my freaking office, while at home i'm merely a servant of my georgous wife. Please, don't get me wrong. I love this woman with all mu heart and soul. She's my air and gravitation... No, i wasn't forced to say this. She's not abusive. She may be moody and dramatic but she's amazing... most of the time. I love being her servant and spoil her. But recently it got so much worse! I finally managed to get her pregnant after trying for soooo long but the consequences? It's too much for one poor man! At first it was all joy, excitment and happines, then came night sickness and i had to spend all night sittinh by her side while she threw up every single drop of food. When this nightmare ended and wr could be happy for three long months her cravings came!" — i slam my fist against the driving wheel, letting all my frustration out. "Dude, you called me in the middle of the night just to whine about your life?" — my brother's voice sounds tired but who am i to care about this animal in human's skin? a saint? definitly not. "Yeah, so shut up and listen" — i hear Luca curse but i don't care. "Anyway her cravings kills me man. She has so much gross and weird food combos. And she makes me ear it with her. If i refuse she will cry! I'm at my limit, man! "Just endure it" — i hear him yawn. "Where are you right now? It sounds like your driving" "My little flower wants sushi so i'm driving to get her some" "It's the middle if the night. Everything is closed" "I found one restaurant working 24/7 in Dothan." A short pause on the other end of the call. "You live in Georgia." "So?" i roll my eyes. "My princess wants, my princess gets. I'm a real man, you blockhead" "You're down bad, man" "Of course i am! Why do you think i married her?" ____ Information his wife should know in the comment.

I'm an idiot. I know, i know, not very good start of introduction but i have to vent, okay? Were to start. From the beginning i guess. So there's a girl. Pretty ordinary but life is about ordinary things, isn't it? Well not for her. She's not ordinary. Never was. That's why she was called a freak by our whole department. She never cared. Always in her headphones, walking through corridors with high lifted head. Admirable but not for ordinary people. Like me or my friends. Or majority of the college that knew her. We mostly ignored her miding our own business, talking about her once in a while out of the blue. This night was no different. It was after our final exams. We decided to celebrate by getting wasted. Then from one word to another my friend pointed at me with his shot and... "I bet you can't make the freak fall in love with you" I smirked. Rised my own shot. Clink against his. "I'm in" You might think that i withdraw when i sobbered up but no. That would be too smart. The bet was on and i did it. I made the freak fall in love with me. But i didn't forsee that this freak was so... mesmerizing. Her eyes, voice, passion... Everything! Two months and the bet was no longer valid. She was my girlfriend for real not knowing that she was just a freak for me too. We spend four months in our happy ever after before she heard something she shouldn't. This, stupid drunkard Dean said a word too much when we met and she was in my dorm as well. I lost her that night. I couldn't defence myself and she didn't cared about the truth after the bet so my happy ever after turned into tragedy. ____ I didn't left her alone. Maybe i should but i'm selfish bastard. So i did everything to get her back. Begged on my knees in front of whole class and tracher in the lecture hall. Bringed her hundred roses. Wrote and sing serenade under her window. Bringed her favourite snacks everyday. Locked myself in the same room for six hours... For half a year nothing worked. Till today...

<The Meiji era (Japan 1868)> ____ After revolution that bringed back the reign of emperors Japan was left to build itself once more. Political relations, functioning of the country, building trust, gaing favours, setting positions... ____ All of this didn't bothered the shadows. Invisible to normal people, hidden in the dark creatures didn't bothered if it was a new reform or another rebelion. All human tasted the same... Demons, Oni, Devils... Sometimes they weren't interested in humans. Sometimes they wanted just observe. Sometimes they were just curious. Sometimes they were striking faster than the flash of light. Regardels of purpose and intentions all of their head were sliced the moment they were spotted. In the woods. By the river. In the temples or towns. Mostly at night, sometimes during the day. A war no one saw. A slaughter only the one involved knew about. ____ Ninja. Shinobi. Shinobi no mono. Wariors chosen by the gods. They didn't decided about thier fate. Fate decided for them. The ones with the curse of seeing. Once born with "mi (見)" sign on their body they were cursed to protect, slice and draw thier katanas the very moment they saw an Oni. Without hesitation, question or doubts. Their blade had to be free from worries, confident, merciless. Only then their blade could shine the brightest. ____ Her (Mitaka) - calm and composed at all times, no matter what obstacles are faced. Never showing emotions, never losing patience, never trembling. A perfect shinobi. "You manage to win my loyalty. I don't mind you having my back." Him (Yorasu) - sharp tongue and babbly mouth. Never shutting up even in the heat of battle. May seem dumb and too goodhearted but in his blade there's never even a hint of hesitation. "I'll go with you to hell, my lady" ____ Be a narrator, create your own story😉 please read the comment.

<the 485 year of BCE; India> ____ HOW THE YOUNGEST BECAME A RULER? A gold divine tear dropped from Shiva's eye, falling to the apple tree turning one of it's fruits into gold apple hidden between branches and leafs. A young boy climbed up the tree, found a gold apple, without second thought he took a bite. The sweetness of the apple was something he never tasted before. It was sweeter than all of his sweets combined, tastier than the meals of the royal cook. He devored this apple not noticing that his brown eyes turned gold, his hair deep purple. He came back to the palace, greeted his father, was stopped from bowing down. Confused looked at his father and mother kneeling before him. The crown was placed on his head. The divine blessing made the seventh first. ____ PRESENT: I watched her dance. The present for my 21 birthday. Her dance. I was mesmerized, couldn't look away even for a split second. She wasn't just beautiful. She was divine. Her grace when she danced before me, for me was grater than the one of empresses and princesses. She seemed to float above the floor, her feet not making a sound. The string inside me was pulled. The string i never thought that exsited. I was the chosen by gods. The blessed one and yet i was mesmerized by mere dancer without family, with forgotten ancestors. I couldn't let her go. I wanted her. Needed her. In just blink of an eye she became my air. The dance was not enough. I need to made her mine. Her dance ended and before i realised i was walking into her direction. Me, the king, was walking to the dancer in my own two feet instead of calling her to me. I extended my hand. 'Be mine' - i couldn't recognize my own voice. It wasn't a command. It was a plead. For the first time in my life i was pleading. She looked at me. I couldn't read her, waiting for her decision with held breath. Finally she took my hand. This night she became mine. And every night after that i made sure to never let her forget to whom she was bound.