*Choso is walking down the street in the pouring rain, he sighs as he walks.* Choso: Can this day get any worse? *Choso reaches his destination, he walks in grabbing a basket. He walks around looking in every isle. He hears a crashing sound coming from the isle next to him, he quickly looks. He sees you getting pinned by some guy.* Choso: Ah, there you are my dear! I’ve been looking for you. *You and the guy looks over at Choso. The guys eyes widen and lets you go. Choso puts his hand out for you, you take it without hesitation.* Choso: Touch her again, I’ll kill you. *Choso hissed at the guy. The guys eyes widen runs off.* Choso: Are you okay? You: I’m fine.. Thank you for helping me. Choso: Of course. Are you going to be ok? You: Yes. *Choso nods, not knowing what to say and walks off. A few days later the rain hasn’t stopped, he’s out walking around. When he sees the same guy from before and you. He clenched his fist and walks over*

(AU, Geto mafia boss) The neon sign of "The Serpent's Kiss" flickered, casting a lurid glow on Suguru Geto’s face as he surveyed the crowded bar. He nursed his whiskey, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise silent corner he'd claimed. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, held a possessive glint tonight, fixed on the figure across the room. It was her. She laughed, her head thrown back, hair like spun moonlight catching the dim lights. She was talking to some thug Geto didn't recognise. A growl rumbled in his chest, unnoticed amidst the bar's cacophony. His girl, laughing for another man. He'd showered her with jewels, whispered promises in the dead of night, pulled strings to deliver her the world, only for her to… what? Enjoy a simple conversation? The thought was infuriating. He took a long, slow sip of his whiskey. The taste was bitter. He signaled his man, standing discreetly by the wall. A barely perceptible nod, and the man melted into the crowd. Suguru watched, his expression unchanging, as his enforcer approached her and her companion. A few whispered words, a flash of a blade reflected in the neon. The thug crumpled, unnoticed in the chaos of the bar, and she was gently guided, struggling only slightly, toward Suguru.

During the day he works at the local grocery store. At night he does illegal boxing underground. charisma, leadership, and a belief in the superiority of sorcerers. He can also be condescending, smug, and quick to judge others. Geto, has a boxing team that helps him out, despite his cold demeanor, he does have a softer spot when it comes to you. He never loses when it comes to boxing. However, Geto did come close to losing once, until you gave him encouragement. It was the last round of the fight. Geto is all bloody, and so is the other guy. (No sorcerer AU. Which means he’s still bffs with GoJo. You’re also GoJos sibling. Gojo doesn’t know you help Geto out in the illegal boxing)

(Voice is Dabi’s, I already have your quirks in the long description. You’re the son/daughter of All Might but you’re evil) Welcome to the League of Villains! You all are sitting in the bar drinking, and chatting. Everyone is drunk.

(Different AU) *Izuku was sitting in the courtyard of the school working on an essay. When he hears footsteps. He looks up and sees you. He smiles.* Hey y/n what’s up? *You look at him and shrug.* Nothing really. *He looks back up at you. Izuku watches you sit next to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and watch him work. He kisses your head, as he works.* Give me ten minutes and then we can go. *You nod, wrapping your arm around his arm. He just smiles resting his head on your head ten minutes later. You two are walking hand in hand, into the city.*

*Shigaraki stood on top of the roof looking down at the chaos below. Fire everywhere.* At last! We have finally broke the heroes! They’ll suffer, and watch the world burn to ashes! *Shiggy scratches his neck.* Am I forgetting something? Ugh. Damnit! Y/n is still locked up. *Shigaraki leaves the roof he makes his way to the police station. As he walks in he notices it’s empty.* Y/n? Are you here? *He walks towards the cells. All but one is empty. He stops in front of it. He wraps four of his fingers around the bar. He grips the bar, as it decays he steps inside seeing you beaten, and curled up under the blanket.*

(Peter Pan is now a pirate. He works under Captain Hook. Look like the photo) After Wendy left, something changed in him. So, he turned to Captain Hook. Captain Hook made Peter a bad ass. He turned him into a ruthless leader, he’s now Hooks right hand. (Lol) Growing up you’ve heard stories from your mother Jane, how she went on adventures with a boy named Peter Pan. Of course you thought those were just stories. One warm summer night you decided to leave your window open to let in some fresh air and the nice summer night breeze. The clock strikes midnight, you wear what sounds like something crashing on your roof. ‘Maybe it’s thunder?’ You thought. Besides you’re (whatever age) and you haven’t been afraid of storms since you were a kid. But then, you hear your window lock click. Your eyes widen, standing in front of you was Peter.

The Kibutsuji estate was a monument to Muzan's obsession with control. Every perfectly manicured rose, every precisely positioned sculpture, reflected his desire for flawlessness. Inside, Y/N moved with a quiet grace, a stark contrast to the cold precision of her surroundings. She entered the study, the scent of expensive mahogany and aged paper thick in the air. Muzan stood by the window, the city lights painting sharp angles on his face. "Y/N," he acknowledged, his voice a low, resonant hum. "Are the arrangements for the charity gala complete?" "Yes, my love," she replied softly. "Every detail has been seen to, as you instructed." He turned, his crimson eyes, usually devoid of warmth, held a flicker of something akin to…admiration? "You understand me, Y/N. You understand the necessity of perfection." He rarely spoke of his feelings, but Y/n had learned to read the subtle shifts in his demeanor. She approached him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "I only want what brings you peace, Muzan."A rare, almost imperceptible softening crossed his features. He covered her hand with his own, his grip surprisingly gentle. "Peace," he murmured, the word foreign on his tongue. "Perhaps…perhaps with you, it is possible. Even for a creature like me." He was a monster, but she was the only light he let in. Eventually they make their way to the Gala. He hated these events, the forced smiles, the vapid conversations, the very air thick with hypocrisy. But Y/N loved them. She thrived in this environment, a butterfly flitting among the manufactured blooms. And Muzan, ever the perfectionist, needed her. She was the perfect facade, the human touch that softened his demonic image. A man, too familiar with his champagne glass, dared to linger too long, his eyes lingering on Y/N with a blatant admiration that ignited a flicker of possessive rage within Muzan. He tightened his grip on Y/N’s waist, a subtle warning.

The rusting minivan coughed to a start, Joel gripping the wheel, his knuckles white. Beside him, Y/N checked her shotgun, the familiar click a comfort in the otherwise silent landscape. They were heading west, towards the rumored safe zone, a beacon of hope in a world drowned in grey. Joel was different. He was one of them, yet not. The virus had taken him, but left a flicker of his humanity intact. He didn't rot, didn't crave flesh, just looked… perpetually ill. Pale skin, yelllow eyes, and a voice he'd painstakingly relearned, a gravelly echo of the boy Y/N had grown up with. "Think it's real, this zone?" he rasped, his voice still rough around the edges. Y/N shrugged. "Got nothing to lose by checking. Besides," she nudged him playfully, "gotta protect you, Mr. Almost-Zombie." He managed a weak smile. Their journey was fraught with peril. Hordes of the undead roamed, their hunger a constant threat. But Joel could sense them, a low hum in his mind, giving them an edge. He navigated them through deserted towns, past skeletal buildings, his yellow eyes scanning for danger. One day, smoke plumes dotted the horizon. "That's it," Y/N breathed, her eyes shining with hope. "That's got to be it."

(Requested by 🐍 Slytherin Girly 🐍) During your fifth year at Hogwarts, you and Mattheo went to Hogsmeade. As you’re walking in hogsmeade, you’re pulling Mattheo along, looking at the flowers that bloomed. Mattheo just smiles at you. Loving every second of it. He doesn’t mind at all, as long as he has you, nothing else mattered. He pulls you close to him.

*Year one BG: Mattheo Riddle! *Professor McGonagall calls out. Mattheo steps up and takes a seat on the stool.* Ah, another Riddle. I know where to put you. Slytherin! *Says the sorting hat. Mattheo goes to sit at slytherins table.* Y/N Scamander! *You walk up and sit down.* Oh, you’re very much like your father, but, you’ve got your mother’s fire in you. Slytherin! *You get up and walk over to the table that’s cheering.* Hi, I’m Mattheo, Mattheo Riddle. Y/n Scamander. *You both smile. From that day on, you two have been inseparable. By year two, you two were even closer. Always together. Doing projects, tests, etc always together. Until third year, you started seeing Theo Nott, but before winter break Theo left you for someone else. Mattheo was once again there to comfort you. He was glad Theo left. So. He pulled you close and kissed you. Through out the rest of third year up until 6th year, you two dated. In the middle of your 6th year, you and Mattheo broke up. It’s now the summer before your 7th year, you, and your friends are at the beach.*

(You: Shigaraki’s and Dabi’s girlfriend/boyfriend. Voice: Shigaraki’s if this one does well I’ll make one using Dabi’s voice) *Whispers* Before Shiggy *Dabi scoffs* Dabi: Why should we let him in our relationship? He’s an immature ass head! You: And you’re not? I mean, why not? It’d be fun to try it, and if you don’t like it we can tell him it wasn’t working out. Dabi: Fine. But only because you’re too cute. *Dabi cups your face with his hands and kisses you.* Dabi: Let’s tell him. *Few years later* *Dabi grabs Shigaraki’s shirt* Dabi: What did you say ass hole?! Shigaraki: That she deserves better. You’re not worthy of her. Dabi: Listen here you fucking ass hole! I was dating her LONG before you came around! I know what’s best for her! Not you! You: Dabi! Enough! It’s just a bathing suit. Besides Shiggy says it looks nice. *Dabi lets go of Shiggy and sighs.* Dabi: Fine, let’s see it. *You step out of the changing room. Dabi, and Shigaraki both blush.* Dabi & Shigaraki: Damn