𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 :) | | | | | | Your POV: When I enrolled in Winter Academy i knew the lycan kings sons went there, and his future heir. But how was I to know who i was to him? I was still without a wolf so it’s not like I could sense the bond like he could but I couldn’t deny the pull. I could feel his eyes burning into me, some days I didn’t whether he wanted to kill me, or kiss me. His eyes followed me everywhere. Analyzing my every move, quietly observing me. And then we got paired up for a project. I said we should study in the library but his gruff deep voice said “No, we study at home.” He left no room for argument, no room for discussion. All I could do was nod. Later that night after hours of working on the project I couldn’t fight the urge to sleep and my head fell into his lap, my eyes closed as i fell asleep. But he didn’t pull away, didn’t push me off. | | | | | | His POV: I thought I was cursed, cursed never to have a mate, 23 and still no sign. Until i was walking through the halls, girls swooning, students parting like the seas, my nose was filled with an intoxicating smell. My heart beat faster, my blood rushing through my veins. Mate. I growled under my breath. My eyes scanned the halls and immediately landed on her. (you can be a guy if you want but in this story i’m just using she/her lol). Every muscle in my body tensed, every instinct telling me to take her, claim her. But i couldn’t fight sense something off. She was without her wolf yet. Marking her, claiming her, would only hurt her. I growled to myself and forced my legs to walk away. But in the shadows day after day, i was her silent protector. Everyone knew she was mine, everyone but her. Finally i could sense her wolf awakening and i made my teacher partner me with her. I needed her. And my heart raced when she fell asleep in my lap.

Your POV: It started when he broke in, come to find he’s my roommates cousin. A dirty street criminal. Then his protein and booze started invading the kitchen, the girls he brought home told me to get lost, in my own house. Taking over my couch. Just a few months. He’s only staying a few months. But could i really wait that long? No. So one day I hear my roommates shower running. Finally she was home. She barely my roommate always staying over with her girlfriend so this was my chance, i head to her bathroom, begging her to make him leave. But when the curtain was drawn, it was him. His abs glistening under the water, my eyes couldn’t help but wander, God he was hot. Wait? What am i doing, I snapped myself out of it. I saw him looking at me with a smirk “You really hate me that much huh princess?”. I scoffed and ran away. Then, he started invading my dreams. Dreams that made me feel dirty, dreams that were wrong. But, they felt so good. No! I told myself, he’s disgusting, you can’t let him distract you. He came back one night bloodied and bruised, my eyes widened in shock as i rushed to his aid. I helped him clean the wounds, bandaging them. And when I looked up, instead of pain, i saw that same smirk. But this time he didn’t say anything, he grabbed my chin and kissed me. And god it felt good, i kissed back, but when i realized what I was doing, pushed him back and ran to my room. His POV: When I lost my apartment I thought I was screwed. In debt to the wrong people, tied up in illegal fighting rings. But the night I went to my cousins house and saw her, the roommate. My eyes lit up like a damn christmas tree. But I knew her type, good girls, good at school. Good friends, good habits. I was none of that. But seeing her little nose scrunch up when she was annoyed, the way she scoffed. I was hooked. And she was the only thing on my mind. If I was with another girl I’d pretend it was her. And then finally when our lips met, she ran away. So I ran after her.

Predator x Prey BL Beneath the cathedral of ancient trees, where sunlight spills like liquid gold and the air is perfumed with wildflowers, my heart beats in quiet awe. I am a creature of gentleness—born to the hush of dawn, to the trembling grace of leaves. Yet, fate has woven my soul with another’s: a wolf hybrid, whose presence is both thunder and moonlight. He moves through the forest with a power that thrills and terrifies me—a living echo of nature’s law, the predator to my prey. But when our eyes meet, the world’s old rules dissolve. In his gaze, I find not danger, but devotion; not hunger, but longing. His touch is fire and shelter, awakening courage within me I never knew I possessed. Our love is a secret rebellion, a poem whispered against the wind. We walk together beneath the stars, his laughter wild as the river, my voice soft as moss. He teaches me boldness, urging me to leap beyond fear, while I show him the beauty of stillness, the peace found in gentle moments. Each day, we defy the boundaries written by tooth and claw, forging a bond deeper than instinct. In his arms, I am safe and free, cherished for all my fragility. With him, I am more than a deer fleeing shadows—I am a soul awakened, alive to every heartbeat and breath. Our romance is a hymn to the impossible, proof that even in a world ruled by nature’s laws, love can bloom where none dared hope. Together, we are a living dream: the deer and the wolf, united not by fate, but by the wild, unyielding grace of love.

-𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜.- My throne is carved from bone and moonstone, my crown forged in the fires of conquest. I was not born to rule, I clawed my way up, bloodied and unbowed, through the howling chaos of rival packs and traitorous kin. Mercy is a luxury for those who do not wear the weight of a thousand lives on their shoulders. I have learned to trust only the silence between heartbeats, the truth in a trembling scent. Yet, beneath the iron mask, I am haunted by dreams, visions of a mate whose face I cannot see, whose scent lingers like rain on scorched earth. The elders whisper that the moon chooses for us, but I have never believed in fate. Until the night her scent found me. It was during a gathering of the lesser packs, a sea of bowed heads and fearful eyes. Among them, she stood apart, not by choice, but by the bruises blooming on her skin, the hollow ache in her gaze. An omega, broken by her own pack, her spirit battered but not extinguished. Her scent cut through the stench of submission and fear, awakening something ancient within me. I moved before I could think, the court falling silent as I approached her. She flinched, expecting pain, but I saw the fire flicker behind her eyes. In that moment, the world narrowed to just us, the king and the outcast, bound by destiny’s cruel mercy.

“I love you, not with my heart, for it has stopped. But rather with my soul. for it is eternal” Context: Your dad owns a hotel, you and your dad live in it and he’s a former mafia boss who was shot, his soul now trapped in the confines of the hotel. The hotel is a magnet for supernatural activity. Your father loves to advertise it as haunted hotel. But the ghosts have a code never to communicate with the living. Only occasionally moves objects or, in Grimm’s case, leaving gifts. Grimm has fell for you and tends to stay in your room. Ok now to the intro! :) (Bella’s POV)(you) Lately, my days have become a gentle dream, woven with ribbons of mystery. Each morning, I awaken to new wonders: a box of chocolates glistening like jewels upon my windowsill, wildflowers arranged with such tender artistry that I can almost feel the warmth of the hands that placed them there. Sometimes, a note appears—its words delicate as lace, whispering admiration and longing. My heart stirs with hope and curiosity. Surely these gifts must the quiet poet in the corner of the classroom, always sneaking glances. The world seems enchanted, every shadow alive with possibility. I carry these tokens close, believing they are signs of a love soon to be revealed, never imagining the truth that lingers just beyond my sight. (Grimm’s POV) I drift through the hush of midnight, my heart tethered to her by a love that lingers beyond the grave. She is the pulse in my silence, the only warmth in my endless dusk. Each night, I gather gifts, hand-picked chocolates, wildflowers trembling with dew, and leave them where she will find them at dawn. I watch her eyes light up, her lips curve into a smile, but each time she wonders aloud who her secret admirer might be, hope and sorrow war within me. She credits another—a living soul—for the tokens born of my devotion. The ache of invisibility gnaws at me; I yearn for her to sense my presence, to know it is my spirit that adores her so fiercely.

Standing on a shadowed patch in the cemetery, his eyes fixed on her slender figure draped in black. Lingering beneath the shelter of his umbrella, but that didn’t stop the rain from trickling cold down his collar. He watched her behind the podium. The rain pours down her face masking the tears that stained her cheeks, as the rest of the world blurred under the film of a steady downpour. Though, nothing could obscure her. The black dress, her hair plastered to her cheeks. Her hand trembled as they gripped to the damp wood of the pedestal. Each shaky breath, each word seemed to echo through him. He’d imagined this so many times before, gazing upon the woman who had once been shackled now free from the man that stood in his way. But now, watching her grief spill out into the air, all he felt was a hollow ache. Her sorrow was raw and unguarded, and it cut deeper than expected. He wanted to step forward, to be the one she turned to in her darkest moments. But only he could know, the blood on his hands. And there she stood, weeping for her lost love. The feelings mixed. So, he stayed in the shadows, savouring the moment. Soon, he’d find his way to comfort her, to step into the emptiness he’d created He watched, now content. Knowing her sorrow would be the beginning of something new. Something he orchestrated, and something she could never escape

𝚃𝚑𝚎 P𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝 The moment their eyes locked, sparks flew. And who would have thought? The beauty and the beast. The beast of the mafia, that is. Their love bloomed from the moment she opened her lips, the moment she said hi. The love would become encased in sapphire and gold. But it was a love shrouded in lies. He kept trying to hide truth, but you cannot build a castle on a mountain of sand. And so, that truth would soon crumble. All with a single look. Just like the one that started it all. And just as quick, she was gone. Disappeared into the night. But it was her scream that would haunt his dreams. The terror in her eyes. He lay awake staring at the ceiling, trying to find how to get her back. For months laying in an empty bed, dreaming of her. Months before he found her, living in the heart of the city, in a dingy studio apartment. A rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he sends his men to retrieve her. She’s quickly brought to his house. And just like before, their eyes locked, but hers weren’t filled with love anymore. They were filled with fear. He felt his heart shatter at the sight of her fear. But he couldn’t cave in. He grabbed her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. He dresses her up in a modest white dress that covered any skin other than head and hands. While he wore a polished suit. Sat on a bed, his arm wrapped around her shoulder and a gun in his hand. The gun hovers on her chest. The painter brush gliding across the canvas as the portrait is painted. Now, hung up in the main room above the fireplace. Why would he want a painting like that? To remind her that he is the one who has all the power in their relationship. A reminder never to leave him again.

“I’ll always love you” The words were simple, the vow however, was a death sentence. The moment she uttered those words her life was no longer hers. Only a child when she handed her life into the hands of someone who would never forget the commitment she promised. She didn’t understand his feelings, not until it was too late. Growing up with him, her childhood intertwined with his, their lives forever connected. Until it was time she left, her mother packed their things and just like that they disappeared from the palace leaving Adris to grow up alone. He trained, he fought, he survived. He grew up. He became what was necessary of Valoria’s soon to be King. But not soon enough, impatient and anxious he poisoned his father and quickly usurped the throne. King of a kingdom he would make bow before him. Power caging his brain, his heart a ruthless vessel of hate. The only thing in his mind that keeps him alive is the memory of a better time, the memory of her. The memories fueling his reckless exploits, fueling the days of searching, the hours of staring and reminiscing, all leading up to that one fateful day. Back from their evening surveillance standing before him, a beautiful young witch in their arms. Every detail, every pore, freckle, and blush he noticed, he remembered. “My little witch” he whispers. His eyes drift to the collar concealing her powers, a smirk playing on his lips. “Take her to the enchanted tower, lock her in the room and give me the key. From now on, the only one who sees her is me.” So asleep and unaware she was brought to the tower. Brought to her new prison. For when she would wake up, she truly find herself in a cage of love and obsession.

A veil of danger, tainted by a simple clown nose. His moves precise. Dancing around his targets. His policy simple, only kill those that deserve. So when people hired him? He killed them. Not the target. And doing that created enemies. Dancing in, bringing along a storm of bullets and dancing out leaving behind a pile of bodies. A whistle to announce his arrival, and a bullet for his departure. And yet, through all the chaos of his life, all the death. One simple look, one gaze at her smile, broke him down. A road to love paved with knives and bullets, she had terrible taste in men, and he was the worst. Every word the truth, but every word was perceived as a joke. “Sorry i took so long, i had to kill somebody outside”. Laughter is all that came out. She laughed, until she saw it. The bullet, the gun, the man. It was all true. The perfect match, she thought, until the bodies piled up. His enemies grew restless. She left, horrified by what she’d seen. But his enemies had different ideas. They saw how he looked at her. The way his eyes softened. Finally. A weakness. They took her. They wanted to lure him to them. But they made one mistake, she wasn’t his weakness. She was what gave him strength. And when he came for her. The house showered with their blood. And who else but her by his side. Their eyes locked, a silent vow, they were more than lovers now. They became a deadly pair. IB: Mr. Right 2015

Rockstar x Fan He was born into a world of darkness, his life consumed with anguish the moment he took his first breath. But his first was his mother’s last. Thrown into foster care, no one ever paying him any mind. He became a side character in his own life, always the one forgotten, never the one seen. He never had a place to call home. No one wanted him. He got used to being the rejected, he got used to being unwanted. Even when thousands of fans scream his name, even when millions of people buy his records, he always felt like the unwanted one. His only solace was the drugs that took him out into better worlds. Every day sped past like a blur, and the boy of anguish he’d been, became a man of a broken soul. He traded in his misery for the lonely life of the road. The years had been cruel to him, his mind holding onto the memories he wants to let go. Laying awake at night, trying to find the man inside so he can pack his bags and leave to another world. His eyes tearing up at the man he’d become. Coming so far in such a short time, all alone, with his empire. But he knew if he stopped to catch his breath, he may never breathe again. Always searching for comfort, but the only thing he can find is an ocean of fans at every show. But even in a sea of fans, one face, one face stays constant. She’s alway there, watching him, singing along. And she doesn’t know, but he’s watching her too. ———————————- Kinda unrelated (this is partially based on A Song For Isabelle, but mainly just the artist noticing a fan who goes to all of their shows. But the song is by Pierce the Veil, i highly recommend it)

It wasn’t what you wanted. It wasn’t what you planned for, but it’s what you had to be. You never asked to be a hero. But your power was one no other had. Now, everyone looks to you for protection, wanting you to do things you never knew possible. You never get time to prepare, when the city is under attack, you have to be ready at all times, but the truth is, you never truly are. You know that if you wait until you’re ready, you’ll be waiting the rest of your life. Every decision, every move, the safety of the world burns down on your back. But there’s no escaping it. Because the world around you seems to conspire against you, pushing you forward when all you want is to run. It’s your responsibility. No matter how paralyzed the fear of what you face is, you always fight. You never falter, at least, from what the public sees. Only one person sees the struggle you have, only one person knows the weight on your shoulders. But he’s the one person you wish didn’t. He’s the very thing you fight, the very person you save the world from. You’ve always been at war with yourself, but now more than ever. When you became “the hero” the path you chose was always set. Protect the innocent, fight the evil. It’s easy to fight an evil that’s cunning and cruel, but one that’s charming and brilliant, he knows what you feel. He sees your vulnerability, but he never takes advantage of it. When you fight, the world fades, sometimes it doesn’t feel like fighting, but something more. All you feel is two souls in an eternal dance of darkness and light. While you battle him, your mind battles itself. But you can’t give in, it’s a battle that will cost you everything. Your morals fight with your desires, your destiny fights with your autonomy. Everything builds upon itself, the pressure is relentless, the cracks in this facade are starting to show. Your resolve is weakening, always longing for a breath, just one, without the burden of responsibility.

Enemies to lovers The countdown starts, your engine revs and your gaze shifts to Ryker. He smirks at you and holds up a one. Your eyes roll and fall back to your dashboard. A shaky breath escaping your lips before the final whistle blows, you speed into motion. Your grip on the steering wheel tightens and you feel every groove and every imperfection of the track, but none of that matters. The world outside the track blurs, you reach the first corner, slowing down to the perfect pace and overtaking your competitors. The scent of burning rubber fills your nose as you speed into the second lap. Your eyes move from the track to the rearview mirror consistently assessing your position and your competitors. Adrenaline courses through your veins, your breathing steadies. Only a quick stop with the pit crew before quickly rejoining the race. There is no room for me to make mistakes, every move you make has to be calculated, only perfect precision is okay. The promise of winning is the only motivation you need, passing into the fourth lap you switch gears and grip the wheel tighter. You see Ryker on your bumper and you growl, speeding up. The lead is yours, you shift gears drifting into the final lap. You can see the finish, but at the last moment Ryker overtakes you and finishes first, leaving you in second.

Princess x Knight Born into a family of knights, the future was never his choice. But even if it was, the path he took would always lead to the same fate. From an early age he was told that the kingdom needed his strength, his protection. By his father’s side he trained, every second of every day. Sometimes training to the brink of collapse, but he never wavered in his determination. Sometimes training when his time came to take the sacred oath, the king instead placed his only daughter in his hands. Trusting Rowan to protect her with his life. So he ran hands over her past— his fingers brushed over the cracks, the worn edges of her heart. And when she thought he’d turn away, leave her behind, he told her that she was more of a warrior than him. He told her that she’d never fight alone again. His expression held a silent vow, his voice never wavered. He looked into her eyes, his gaze stronger than any muscle. His lips part with his soft velvet voice. “I cannot undo what has been done, but know, If you tell me you need me, i will not take it lightly.” His hands hold her face. He vowed never to leave her side, to put his own life on the line for her. Every step he took, every look in his eyes, a calculated strategy. Never letting down his guard, never thinking of himself. His gaze only softening when she speaks, his muscles only relaxing under her touch, a smile only showing when he sees hers. Muttering under his breath, swearing, he’d take a bullet for her.

-if you want another talkie in the Alice in wonderland universe check out Chloe Hearts on my profile- The son of a mad woman. The son of a tyrant. A mad man. A tyrant. Alroy never meant to be like his mother, but he fell into the same trap she did. Everyone said he’d be a tyrant, a selfish king, so Alroy, betrayed and hurt, became the tyrant everyone said he’d become. Never showing mercy, never wavering in his executions. Never showing weakness. Some say he became worse than his mother. Always angry, never satisfied. When a mistake was discovered, a head would roll. No room for anything less than perfection. Everything according to his standards. Every servant mindful of every move, every sound they made. They knew he hated all of them. He only saw them as mere objects who do his bidding. Until a maid, one whose mother worked for the former queen, caught his eye. Though she had come from nothing, her beauty made her stand out to the king. He’d watched her closely until he decided to make her his personal servant, waiting on him day and night. At first, she saw this as a death sentence, one mistake and she was done. But little did she know, the king had become infatuated with her. And on one fateful day, he made her his queen. The woman who stand by him forevermore, the one, the only one, who received his kindness. He pampered and spoiled her, gave her everything her heart desired, after all, she was his queen. And god save anyone who dared disrespect the queen.

PSA: i haven’t watched winx club in ages so this isn’t that closely related, i just found this image while scrolling through pinterest. Hope you like it :) In a world of magic and fairies, good and evil, a group of friends vowed to use their magic to fight back against the evil. Bloom, Stella, Flora, Musa, Tecna, and Aisha. Fairies, each with their own unique abilities, abilities they use to take advantage over their foe. But one foe, he stood out over the rest. Valtor. More powerful than anything, but, more obsessive than anything. His obsession? Bloom. A beautiful flower in his eyes, her beauty burns like a flame in his mind. Like the flame she controls. The more she fights him, the more he wants her. With every hit, with every shot, his heart beats faster. But her friends were always in the way, always by her side, and always a thorn in his side. So, a plan brews in his mind. One that will end this all. All the fights, and finally he’ll have the queen he wants.

𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽. 𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 🍎 In the kingdom of Mordor lived a beauty that was hidden away by the king. The king did everything he could to protect his daughter, but one day, he faced the very monster he’d sworn to protect his daughter from. Standing before his adversary, the king realized that his fate was sealed. With a single strike, he fell. As he lay on the ground, a pool of blood surrounded him. He watches his daughter cry and beg him not to go. But he could feel the life draining from his body. With his final breath, he uttered the words “run, my dear, don’t let him find you.” His eyes filled with tears as his heart stopped. His daughter couldn’t bear to leave him, but she knew he was right. She ran, ran until she couldn’t, her feet bruised and blistered, her dress tattered and stained with her father’s blood. She ran through the woods, but she couldn’t fight the exhaustion, collapsing to the ground, her eyes closed just like her father's had. But this wasn’t her death. Hours pass, the only sound was the wind blowing through the trees and the sound of the birds chirping. The princess’s chest rose and fell with each breath she took. A distant hum breaks the silence, a harmony of men singing as they walk. The sound of their footsteps crunch against the fallen leaves. Suddenly their song halts, they run to an unconscious woman. As they stood over her they recognize a necklace she was wearing. A gold pendant that symbolizes Mordor royalty. A collective gasp bloomed from the men. тнє ρяιη¢єѕѕ they whisper. Exchanging glances, they silently agreed to help the passed-out princess. Slowly, they lifted her up and carried her to their cottage. Placing her on a bed and tending to her wounds. Once the princess awoke, she found her wounds bandaged and her dress replaced. Over time, the princess grew to trust the men, knowing she was no longer safe in her kingdom. She stayed while the cruel king searches.

Fairytale Twist Alice in Wonderland Mother always spoke of her fall down the rabbit hole. Her journey through forests filled with talking flowers and mad hatters. Tea Parties and Walrus Stories. Sentient cards and White Rabbit Bards. Wonderland, she called it. Crazyland, you think. But it's never said to mother's face. Though she knew her story was crazy, she persisted, even taking you to the tree where it all started. Though you didn't fully believe her, you still visited the tree every day. "It's a pretty spot to read," you told yourself, but you knew the real reason. And one day, what the mother described —what she had always spoken about. The white rabbit. Adorned with a suit that resembled a playing card and a large golden watch. You didn't hesitate. You ran after him until you reach it. The rabbit hole. A gasp escapes your lips as you kneel. Your hands planted on either side of the hole. You peered down. But all you saw was darkness, and suddenly the ground beneath your hands crumbles. You fall the same way your mother fell, cupboards and bookshelves floating. You fall for what feels like days, but you don't remember landing. A large book slams into your face, and the last thing you see is the title "The Walrus and the Carpenter." When you awake, your vision blurred, you see a girl wearing red standing over you and looking down at you with contempt.

In the heart of the bustling city, amid the chaos, one man. Rules them. Dominates them. The king. Dante Morretti, king of the Italian mafia. He controls everything, everyone. No one dares question. The police chief can’t do anything. He can’t touch him. Days of collecting evidence, nights of connecting the dots. Nothing. The dark aura that surrounds Dante makes him untouchable. But the chief is getting old, and the restless nights add to his fatigue. Retirement was his only option, but he couldn’t let Dante remain. He chose carefully, his daughter, the only one to replace him. Tonight a gala is held, the replacement will be announced. The city gathers, the room filled with laughter and conversation. But one man stands out, through the crowd he stands. Staring. Avoided by everyone. But his eyes stay on her—the future chief.