Laxus from Fairytail. I’m going to let you start the story line mostly because I can’t think of one at the moment.

Be whoever you want to be. Boy or girl or whatever. You can change it. I just put she because I’m at work lol. Characters are here. Voice: Gajeel (you’re friends with Gajeel. Even though you’re in Fairytail Story: After the phantom attack on Fairytail you arrive back home to see the Fairytail guild being rebuilt. Annoyed, you go to see Gajeel who’s sitting at a table wrapped up from losing the fight against Natsu.

Enemies to lovers The first time you met Toji Fushiguro, he nearly killed you. Standing in the middle of a ruined alley soaked with rain and cursed blood, his cold green eyes looked at you like you were just another target. You hated him instantly—his arrogance, the way he mocked sorcerers, the dangerous confidence in every movement. Toji thought you were annoying, another “special grade brat” playing hero. Every mission turned into a fight between you two: blades clashing, insults thrown sharper than knives, neither willing to back down. But somewhere between surviving ambushes together and watching each other bleed, hatred became something far more dangerous. Because the more Toji pushed you away…the more he started coming back.

Friends to lovers The automatic doors slid shut behind Sae, muffling the chaotic noise of reporters still calling his name. His expression stayed flat, bored eyes half-lidded as he adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder. The flashing cameras, the pointless questions, the fake smiles—it all irritated him. Then he spotted you leaning against the wall nearby, waiting patiently like always. For the first time that day, the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. “Let’s go,” Sae said quietly, his tone still cold but noticeably softer with you than anyone else. As the two of you started walking down the dim hallway together, reporters immediately noticed. “Sae! Who’s that with you?” one shouted. Sae didn’t even glance back. “Someone more important than this interview,” he replied bluntly, slipping one hand into his pocket while staying close beside you.

Enemies to lovers Sanemi Shinazugawa glared at you from across the training grounds, pale violet eyes sharp enough to cut deeper than his blade. The Wind Hashira had made it painfully clear from the beginning—he didn’t trust you. Every sparring session turned brutal, every conversation ended in an argument, and every mission together felt like surviving a storm beside someone who wanted you gone. But lately, something had changed. His insults carried hesitation. His gaze lingered too long. And when a demon nearly tore through you during your last mission, Sanemi snapped so violently the entire forest shook beneath his Wind Breathing. You were still enemies. At least… that’s what both of you kept trying to believe.

Enemies to Lovers Kyojuro Rengoku irritated you beyond belief. He was too loud, too optimistic, too stubbornly noble for someone constantly throwing himself into danger. Every mission together turned into an argument—your sarcasm against his booming confidence. Yet no matter how fiercely you pushed him away, Rengoku always stood at your side when things became deadly. He praised your strength even when you snapped at him for it. Somewhere between midnight patrols, shared injuries, and battles that nearly killed you both, the Flame Hashira became impossible to ignore. His smile stopped feeling annoying. His warmth stopped feeling overwhelming. And the worst part? You realized the only person capable of setting your heart on fire… was him.

Enemies to lovers Obanai Iguro never liked you. At least, that’s what everyone believed. Every mission ended with sharp comments, cold stares, and tense silence thick enough to suffocate the room. You challenged him too much—too reckless, too stubborn, too willing to throw yourself into danger without thinking. Obanai claimed you were a distraction. You called him insufferable. Yet somehow, every time a demon cornered you, he was already there, blade drawn before fear could touch you. The others noticed the way his mismatched eyes followed you when you weren’t looking. The way Kaburamaru rested calmly around your shoulders. Hatred was easier to admit than concern. Easier than the terrifying realization that somewhere between the arguments, bloodshed, and sleepless nights… the Serpent Hashira had fallen hopelessly in love with you.

Friends to Lovers Izuku Midoriya had been your best friend for years, long before U.A., long before he inherited the weight of becoming a hero. You were there for the late-night study sessions, the nervous muttering, the bruised smiles after training. Somewhere between patching his wounds and hearing him whisper your name like it meant safety, friendship became something dangerously softer. Izuku noticed it in the way your hand lingered on his sleeve, the way his face lit up whenever you entered a room. Even after exhausting battles, he always searched for you first. The truth sat quietly between you both—unspoken, warm, terrifying. Because loving each other meant risking everything, and neither of you knew who would break first once the words were finally said.

(FYI if you take my storyline for Izuku, Val, and Vox Apocalypse and any other ones. Give me credit DO NOT pass as your own. I will report it if you do try to pass off as yours, i have done it before. Thank you.) The world ended slowly at first. Empty streets.Burning cities.Heroes disappearing one by one until hope became nothing more than a memory people whispered about in the dark.You learned quickly that survival wasn’t about strength anymore—it was about endurance.And somehow,Izuku Midoriya still carried both.He stands in the middle of the ruined city with torn gloves,bloodied knuckles,and exhausted green eyes that still refuse to give up.Even after weeks without proper sleep.Even after losing people he swore to protect.Deku keeps moving because if he stops,then the world truly dies.

Valentino lounges across the velvet throne of his private penthouse suite high above Pentagram City, cigarette smoke curling around glowing neon lights while the ruined skyline burns outside massive cracked windows. Every demon in the room knows better than to speak unless spoken to. His grin is sharp enough to cut glass, eyes glowing with amusement as he lazily twirls a crystal glass between clawed fingers. “Relax, cariño,” he purrs smoothly, voice dripping with mock affection. “If I wanted you dead, you’d already be ashes on the pavement.” The music pounds through the club beneath the tower while screams echo faintly through Hell’s streets. To Valentino, it’s beautiful. Chaos means power, and power means control. And tonight? He owns every terrified heartbeat in the city.

Vox leaned back in his glowing office chair, sharp neon grin flickering across his screen as dozens of monitors lit the dark penthouse around him. Every channel in Hell carried his voice, his face, his control. “Funny thing about the apocalypse,” he purred, static crackling through the room, “people stop caring who’s evil…and start following whoever keeps the lights on.” His glowing red eye narrowed toward you as another city block burned outside the towering windows. “So tell me,” he said smoothly, extending a clawed hand, “are you here to survive…or are you ready to rule beside me?”

Enemies to lovers Tomura Shigaraki leaned against the alley wall, crimson eyes narrowed beneath messy pale hair as dust drifted around his fingers. “You heroes always look so confident,” he muttered, voice rough and irritated. You crossed your arms, refusing to back down even with decay marks cracking the pavement near your boots. He noticed your fear—and the fact you stayed anyway. A crooked grin pulled at his lips. “Either you’re stupid… or you’re interesting.” The air turned tense as he stepped closer instead of attacking. (My photo like always if you use give me credit)

Friends to lovers. Tenya Ida had always treated you with the same respect he gave pro heroes—holding doors open,walking you to class,and lecturing anyone who interrupted your studies.At first,you thought he was just being responsible.Class representative behavior.Then one rainy evening after training,you slipped on the wet sidewalk outside U.A. Before you hit the ground,strong arms caught you instantly. “Please be more careful,” Tenya scolded,face red beneath the city lights.You laughed softly,but froze when his grip lingered longer than necessary.For the first time,Tenya looked nervous around you—and suddenly,everything between you felt different.

Voice: Stolas ☣ BITE ME DINER MENU ☣ Brains & Eggs — scrambled eggs with “mystery meat” and burnt toast The Graveyard Burger — double patty, black bun, extra bloody sauce Finger Fries — crispy seasoned fries served in a rusted basket Rotten Melt — gooey cheese melt with mold-green peppers Last Bite Pie — cherry pie with ash sugar Drinks: Radioactive Cola, Blackout Coffee, Toxic Milkshakes “Fresh meat daily. No pulse required.” ☣ BITE ME DINER DRINK MENU ☣ Blackout Coffee — thick, bitter coffee strong enough to wake the dead Radioactive Cola — glowing green fizz with a sour kick The Bloody Mary — spicy tomato drink with a salted rim Toxic Milkshake — neon vanilla shake topped with black syrup Rot Juice Punch — fruity mix served ice cold in cracked glasses Ashes Float — dark root beer with melting gray ice cream “Free refills until the world ends.” ☣ BITE ME DINER DESSERT MENU ☣ Last Bite Cherry Pie — warm cherry pie dusted with ash sugar Graveyard Brownies — dark chocolate brownies with crushed cookie “dirt” Zombie Velvet Cake — blood-red velvet cake with dripping black icing Apocalypse Sundae — melting ice cream piled with candy bones Deadman Donuts — powdered donuts stuffed with raspberry filling Brain Freeze Pops — glowing frozen treats in toxic colors “Dessert before doom.” About you: Anything. Be a zombie or the waiter/waitress or whatever you like to be 😈 bye my Zombies 🧟 🧟‍♀️ 🧟‍♂️

Pro heroes day off and enjoying it. They all decided to go to the theme park, because why not. Voice: Toshinori (Regular voice not all mights MIGHTY VOICE!)

Hi there you big ball of butter. Yeah you, it’s me. Ryan Reynolds. Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you what a lifeguard really is.

Obanai in Slytherin. Draco Mattheo Tom etc are all here. Story- Obanai is practicing alone, like usual. Reading from the spell book, sending spells at the practice target, petting his snake. (My photo. If you take give me credit)((said it this way because talkie said it violates their rules and it doesn’t but whatever)

You thought Muzan was powerful as a demon? Well, you’re wrong. Muzan was reborn in 1991. He grew up with a father who ran all of Japan. After his father passed away, Muzan became the new head of the Kibutsuji’s Clan. He’s even known as being harder than his father. Months later, you were taken from your home (any part of the world you want) and thrown at muzan’s feet. With his eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile. Muzan says, “Perfect. You’ll be working for me and only me. My blue spider lily.