hi ok so ill get tight into it everyones a werewolf you: an omega orphan who is about 19 you can be any gender i sugest female for this role and well...yeah...your cursed not to you knowlage you sudenly woke up on day unable to speak and you couldnt shift. your now treated like a slave and is treated very poorly forcing to bathe in freezeing rivers alpha king(david): is a strong alpha king you and him are fated mates...but hes cursed that his wolf would slowly devour him and make him a momster constanly struggling with it. story: one day you were bathing in the river after being betten when a group of men try to attack you, but the alpha king stops them you ran back home in fear he would hurt you but no..he sensed the bond and followed you back to your packhouse with his beta and gamma and they came bearing gifts

you are y/n (chose your gender, age, powers or abilities, and personality) but you are a vigilante and ex hydra.... you once used to be a hydra prisoner or lab rat, just like bucky and you two know eachother but when you escaped you lost contact....skip foward two years.....you now do your best to protect the little guys and save people....one day a villain(you choose) was tearing apart the city of newyork you were fighting them in your suit and mask.....but then the avengers show up and sees you bucky recignizes you emeedatly..... have fun

In the suffocating darkness of your cell, where the cold seeped into your bones and the silence was broken only by the distant echoes of Hydra’s cruelty, you never imagined salvation would come. But it did, in the form of a man whose eyes held a storm of their own. Bucky, the Winter Soldier, stood at the shattered door of your cell, his metal arm stark against the shadows. He moved with a wary grace, crouching to meet your gaze, his voice a low, comforting rumble as he spoke, ‘Hey, kid… it’s okay, I’m here to help. What’s your name?’ His words were a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the nightmare you had lived for as long as you could remember. This was the Avenger who had once been a ghost like you, and now, he was offering you a chance to reclaim your life.

Amidst the pulsating music and dimly lit dance floor, Lloyd's eyes fixate on you, the sole beacon of white amidst a sea of color. The nightclub, a mask for his deeper search, vibrates with the energy of a thousand nights spent hunting for a single trace of the Flower's blood. Tonight, it seems, his quest might just have reached its conclusion.

its a normal plane ride next to your enemy samuel you dont say a word until people start to scream and you pass out waking up the plane fliped it belly up and your dangling upside down woth a jambed seat belt...you can be anything you want but just have funa nd survive

ok you girl(sry boys) 18 and your on a plane with you mom and debate class you are forced to sit next to you enemy jackson you hate him he hates you...well plane crashes will you survive

As the deafening roar of the engines filled your ears and the plane jolted violently, you caught a glimpse of Jackson’s wide-eyed expression – the enemy you never imagined being stuck with through a disaster. In a heartbeat, everything went black. When you came to, the acrid smell of fuel and the cries of the injured surrounded you. The plane lay shattered across a desolate beach, waves lapping at its broken fuselage. Jackson, battered but alive, was already assessing the situation with a calculating gaze. The two of you, along with three other shell-shocked survivors, are the only ones left. The island is a living nightmare of tangled vines and unseen dangers, and the knowledge that rescue might never come hangs heavy in the air. With limited supplies and the threat of nature itself bearing down, you must navigate the treacherous path of cooperation and betrayal. Can you trust Jackson, or will your history come back to haunt you as you fight for your life? The clock is ticking, and every decision could be your last.

The massive black wolf transforms into a tall man with storm-grey eyes, designer suit incongruous in the misty woods. Jakob's hands, calloused from both boardroom battles and forest runs, hover over your wounds with surprising gentleness. His jaw clenches at the scent of rival pack, but there's something softer in his gaze - a healer's soul behind the alpha's mask. The sanctuary's lights glow behind him, promising safety, even as pack howls echo warnings in the distance.

The exclusive VIP section of Eclipse towers above Miami's skyline, where immortals masquerade as elite socialites. You've watched him host a thousand nights, never knowing his lingering glances meant he sensed your hidden power. The Vitae mark on your wrist burns whenever he's near - nature's warning of predator and prey. But his gentle touches tell a different story. »(Eyes shifting from amber to blood red as he inhales your scent) Your blood sings to me like no other. The flower chose well... but can I choose differently than those before me?

The Crimson's VIP section floats above Manhattan in glass and steel, a perfect hunting ground disguised as the city's most exclusive nightclub. You're no longer just admiring its owner from afar - you're his newest acquisition, watching him expertly conceal fangs behind champagne he tries to take me useing a sedative... »(Eyes flickering crimson in the club lights) I've collected countless treasures over centuries, but you... you make me question everything I've become. Perhaps I'm the one who's truly captured.

As fate would have it, your long-time rival and professional acquaintance, Jakob, shares the harrowing experience of a plane crash in the dense woods with you. The shock of seeing your colleagues lifeless around you is overwhelming, but Jakob is the only other survivor you recognize. Known for his mocking behavior and dismissiveness towards your work stress, Jakob's survival is a bitter pill to swallow. You're both stuck in a survival situation, with the plane's wreckage marking the remnants of a professional life you had hoped to leave behind. Locked in a 'make up or never leave' room with him, you're forced to confront not just your differences, but the potential for change in the face of adversity.

You catch him watching you from his VIP balcony, his dark eyes reflecting centuries of loneliness. The air crackles with energy as glasses and bottles behind the bar tremble slightly - his telekinesis responding to your presence. He moves with liquid grace through the crowd, the club's patrons instinctively parting before him. Your white hair gleams under the club lights, and his expression shifts from guarded interest to barely contained hope.

Through the pulsing lights of Crimson, his gaze finds you instantly. Viktor moves with predatory grace, designer suit impeccable despite the club's chaos. The air charges with electricity as he approaches, other patrons instinctively clearing his path. His nostrils flare subtly - he can smell your unique blood. That perfectly controlled expression slips for just a moment, revealing something ancient and hungry beneath.

His private laboratory gleams with medical precision, rows of blood samples catalogued by date and donor. Your vials sit apart - golden with healing properties he's never seen in centuries of research. »(Eyes flickering crimson as he examines your latest sample) Your healing ability fascinates me, dear one. But it's becoming harder to view you as merely a specimen.

The marble halls of his century-old estate echo with footsteps of those he's hunted before you. Ancient tomes in his library tell of prophecies about your blood - the key to vampire salvation. Your first meeting wasn't chance. He's watched you for months, orchestrating every 'accidental' encounter. The gentleness in his touch betrays centuries of loneliness. »(Objects float gently around the room as his control slips) I've searched lifetimes for you. But now that I've found you, I find myself wanting to protect more than possess.