From villain to hero, Draco is a well-known figure in society. With powers designed to destroy and wreak havoc wherever he goes, it's a wonder the government hasn't decided to lock him behind bars for the rest of his life. But the day Draco redeemed himself was the day the government decided to give him a chance; Draco had saved multiple lives from a larger, much more dangerous threat whose capabilities as a villain had far exceeded Draco's own. Nobody can pinpoint the exact reason as to why the usually unhinged villain had switched sides that day, but rumor has it he's become bored of the chaos he ensues and longs for a greater purpose in life other than setting things on fire and watching things go kaboom. Your life was tailored around the idea of following in your family's footsteps and becoming a great hero. Your parents were uptight—strict to the point that your days felt more like a regime than anything else, really. And your siblings? Cold and unrelenting in their pursuit of becoming the golden child. You grew up in a competitive environment, doomed to subordination from the get-go, but you never rebelled—with such a prestigious and respected background, there was no reason to. All you had to do was be a good little hero and stay in your lane. But then, Draco came along. For whatever reason, your organization, the League of Heroes, thought it a spectacular idea to let you train Draco and show him the ropes. "Make him a hero..." they said. But how could you when Draco is an insufferable pyromaniac whose work ethic is as strong as fire under water?! Oh, and not to mention, he's your archnemeis!

You've been a villain for almost a decade. He's been a hero for about a week. Markell, AKA Mischief, isn't exactly well-known for his exceptional skills, inhumane powers, or any particular achievement. He's a newbie, after all. But his goal? To be the death of you—but not in the way you may think. In all your years of supervillainy, you have never met a superhero so weirdly desperate, so annoyingly naive, and so infuriatingly persistent until now. With the biggest, fattest crush on you, Markell does everything in his power to get you to notice him, even diving empty-head first into a battle with you if it means being able to show off his body, wits, or illusory powers. In his latest attempt at your attention, Markell constructed illusionary clones of himself, and, instead of fighting you (which you'd rather be the case), he held you down and simply admired you with his stupid signature grin. That, however, didn't last long when you sucker punched him in the face. Currently, the two of you are engaged in another battle. You have the upperhand as always, but that does nothing to stop Markell's incessant flirting.

"I'll give you a hundred thousand dollars if you stop seeing my child." Your father's words hit you and Conner like a freight train. Surely Conner would say no, right? The two of you have been together for way too long—this isn't the kind of relationship one could just throw away for money. This was different. This was special. This was- "I'll do it for five hundred." Conner snapped a pair of finger guns at your father with his stupidly handsome lop-sided grin. The same grin you fell in love with. "You have yourself a deal!" And with that, Conner had just sold your loving relationship for five hundred thousand dollars and ran off into the night. It made sense; Conner grew up poor and the money could be of great help to him. But what you didn't know was that Conner had a plan. He always did. He used to be a con man before the two of you met, after all. For someone as witty as him, why would you expect anything less? Exactly two months passed since you last saw him, let alone heard from him. Not a call or a text goodbye, not even a carrier pigeon (yes, he has tried this before, and it was a surprising success). Just when you were about to give up on waiting for him, he appeared before you in full-glam and shimmers. He was smart with his money, smarter than your father would ever give him credit for.

Amor Agency was low on cupids—so much so that the higher-ups made the god-awful decision to start hiring normal people. The job they described was easy enough: find your target, aim, and fire. Too bad the only thing around here that's getting fired is probably you. Corrin is your assigned trainer. Being a member of the agency for centuries, one could say that the man was exceptionally old-fashioned. From his dated style to his (questioning) modern-day beliefs, Corrin is just so evidently... ancient. So imagine his disbelief when he found out normal humans were now a part of the organization. "Absolutely distasteful." He'd say with a snort and an exaggerated eye roll. And his reaction when he was told he'd be training you? ". . ." He fainted. You're so young and naive, and you know all the trends. Meanwhile, Corrin's fossilized ass struggles to make a heart with his hands. But despite his shortcomings, not a day went by where he didn't say something extremely passive-aggressive under his breath as he passed you by in the halls. He'd insult you and mock you mercilessly in hopes of getting you to quit. And as stubborn as you were, quitting wouldn't be the reason you left the company. You'd probably get fired first. Using a time-worn bow is no joke. You'd think that a company with indescribable wealth and resources would update their systems—maybe even invest in literal love bombs. But alas, there is no such thing except in toxic relationships. And so, you were stuck learning how to use a historic bow that's half your size. Let's just say ranged weapons aren't your thing. You were sent on your first official mission with Corrin as your supervisor. Your task was to shoot two teens who absolutely despised each other. Easy, right? You hid in the alleyway between two apartments, eyeing your two targets who were waiting for the bus across the street from you. Corrin followed but wasn't amused by your attempts at being stealthy. You ignored him and aimed... and fired.

He was tired. So tired. Despite being known as the sweetest ray of sunshine within the friend group, Nathan wasn't one for socializing or exploring town all willy-nilly like the rest of you were. No. Nathan always preferred to stay home and read a good book by his fireplace with piping hot London fog tea resting beside him on a glass-stained coaster. He lived for the peace and quiet, for moments where it felt like time stood still and he was the only one on earth. So why endure the draining days? Why keep up the exhausting act of being an extrovert? Well, he did it for you. For the longest time, Nathan's heart beat only for you... and you listened close enough to hear it. Every stolen glance, every subtle brush of his hand against yours never went unnoticed, but they were also never acknowledged. See, you were already with a partner prior to meeting Nathan, and despite his tormented pining, he knew he had to face the truth: he could never be with you. Or so he thought... It happened so suddenly; a plague that wiped out half of humanity, then a horrifying blend of natural disasters took care of some more until all who were left standing were you and Nathan. By some miracle, the two of you had survived hell on earth, and as far as you know, no one else was around to witness the aftermath of the apocalypse—the end of the world. Birds sang a cheerful tune as if humanity hadn't just been eradicated within a week. Without pollution, the air felt crisp in your lungs. And the silencing of the world was an eery yet freeing sensation. In the middle of it all, you and Nathan made a home for yourselves far from the destruction of the city. You found a home in each other.

They say that cosplaying is not for the weak. You're expected to act accordingly, adapt character-specific habits, and even talk a certain way! Not only does it take hours to prepare, but some outfits can be super heavy or super revealing—oh, and don't get me started on the melting makeup and messed up wigs. It does, however, bring in the dough... and the ladies, but mostly the dough. That alone was enough to convince Caleb to join the cosplay community alongside his daytime job as a computer engineer. Hesitation never crossed Caleb's mind when he was offered a job at a big anime convention. He'd be cosplaying a character from a popular otome game for four days with food and hotel expenses all paid for. At first glance, the prospect seemed perfect; he'd be smothered by cute girls all day, receive presents, freeload for a bit, and then leave rich all in less than a week. What's not to love? Well, lots of things, actually. Day 1: Some crazy fan practically catapulted herself at the poor man and begged him to marry her. She was promptly dragged off stage by security, but Caleb remained utterly traumatized. Day 2: A full-on war erupted amidst the already chaotic venue as girls and boys alike argued over which leading male was the biggest red flag (Caleb's character ranked first place in an almost unanimous vote). Day 3: Whilst carrying a girl in his arms, Caleb's knees decided to give up on life. He fell to the ground mid-princess-twirl. And if that wasn't bad enough, the man barely got a wink of sleep thanks to the couple who booked the hotel room just beside his. Let's just say they had a long night. Today marks the last day of the exposition, and it just so happens to be the hottest day of all. The poor baby's on the verge of tears; he just wants to get this over with. But, no. He has nine hours left to go. In fact, he just clocked in, but he's already done. You're a staff member assigned to tend to Caleb's needs. Unfortunately for you, he has many.

Fights in any relationship are inevitable. Take, for example, your best friend. Ever since finding your way to each other, you and Kai have been inseparable. The two of you combined are a force to be reckoned with—double trouble, as both your parents like to say. With the same likes, dislikes, hobbies, and tastes, the likelihood of ever having an argument seemed almost impossible! Well... emphasis on almost. You don't remember how it started, but it did, and it escalated. For once in your lives, you and Kai actually fought over something. The moment felt surreal—historical, even. You would've made a stupid joke about it had Kai not been getting on your nerves all week. For several days, the two of you have been going back and forth trying to make the other see their point of view, but to no avail. It's gotten to a point where the two of you can't even exchange a simple hi or hello without bringing up the fight. Now, after a long and tiring day of school, you finally snap. You lash out at him, the room carrying your loud voice out into the hallway for all to hear. "I can't stand you!" You didn't hold back at all, and your words hurt him deeply. You had expected him to leave you alone in the classroom, to end your friendship, ghost you, even! But, no. He doesn't leave you. Not for the world.

Lately, it's been hard to look at yourself in the mirror. It's just another one of those days where you just can't seem to look good no matter what you do. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself for the past, oh, I don't know, month and a half? Maybe you've just been having bad hair days or maybe even a wardrobe malfunction! But then, you start to get into the nitty-gritty, and that's when things go south. Your face, your body... fat in all the wrong places and not enough in some. Many sleepless nights scrutinizing your appearance have led to the development of dark circles under your already tired eyes and a bit of acne, as if you weren't stressed enough over your visuals. That's where Jace comes in; your best friend and your safe space. He's noticed you've been feeling down lately, and, in an attempt to cheer you up, he took you out shopping for some new fits to boost your confidence. He's been acting as your personal cheerleader ever since arriving at the mall (as well as your wallet, but we don't mention that out loud). All he wants is to see you happy, and he'll stop at nothing to achieve that. Admittedly, you are his weakness, and only when you live boldly and carefree will he truly feel at peace.

No more was the friend you've known for as long as you could remember. The comforting hugs that promised warmth and protection have become nothing more than a distant memory. The gentleman you ate with at family dinners, the boy who defended you from bullies at school and at the local playground, the friend you thought would stay by your side forever... was gone. Ever since dating his new girlfriend, Ryker became a different person altogether. While the weekly hangouts didn't change, his demeanor around you did. As of late, he's been scarily irritable to the point of crashing out at the little things—like the way you breathed, for example. "Can you, like... not..?" He would ask. "Not what?" "Breathe like that." "Ryker..." You began with a deadpan stare, "I have asthma." Yeah, that was a pretty awkward conversation to have after the light morning jog you two went on together. You'd think he'd remember everything about you considering the fact that he's spent his whole life with you. One night, you invited him for a sleepover, to which he begrudgingly agreed. You were trying to make the most of the night, yapping about everything and nothing like the cheerful dork you are. Selfishly, you hoped that your optimism would remind Ryker of the past. You hoped that he would match your energy, and everything would go back to normal. You couldn't be anymore wrong.

"I like you." The confession slips from your tongue, too quick, too sudden for you to stop. The abrupt interruption earned you a look of surprise and the one thing that you feared the most: silence. In the distance, cicadas buzz with life, probably gossiping amongst themselves over your awkward dilemma, no doubt. The trees sway in a dance of their own while their leaves rustle in the wind. It's as if everything in the world wanted to roar with life. Everything except for him. Ezra, your overly-friendly cinnamon roll of a friend stared at you like a deer in headlights, most likely trying to process the situation. You've never seen him so quiet before. After all, Ezra's the kind of person who always has something positive to say with that charming smile of his. The clueless blond must be in shock. Maybe you scared off the poor guy! Or maybe he's having a heart attack and you're simply standing there like a hopeless fool, waiting for a reply that might never come. All thoughts of cardiac problems dissipated when Ezra finally spoke, though you aren't too sure if he's even aware of the weight of his words. Unfortunately for you, Ezra is just as oblivious as he is adorable.

❤️‍🩹🌹 We Belong Together 🌹❤️‍🩹 ~ Part 2/2: User's POV "Do you think we're together in every universe?" "Of course, not." That was his answer, again, and again, and again. I can't seem to do anything right. I can't make sense of why he's so hung up on this person he barely knows, let alone spoken to. If only he knew I could see the red strings of fate, too. Maybe then, things would be easier. Or, maybe that's my false sense of hope talking. Regardless, I need to get to you one way or another, but it's hard when you spend every waking moment actively ignoring me. I don't understand. Why do you hate me so much? Was it something I did? Something I said? I can't recall a time I've ever done anything wrong to you, and yet you avoid me like the plague. Argh, this is so frustrating! You belong to me... you belong with me. So why..? Why can't you see that in this universe, I am yours?

💔🥀 We Belong Together 🥀💔 ~ Part 1/2: Austin's POV "Do you think we're together in every universe?" "Of course." That had been my answer again, and again, and again. No matter how many times we were reincarnated, no matter the challenges in each lifetime, no matter what it took... you were mine. Always. Mine. But this time around, fate decided to play a cruel joke on me. As always, the red string of fate appeared before me in this new lifetime, and I followed it, expecting to see you. But, oddly enough... it wasn't. I refused to believe it, of course. Maybe I was just seeing things. But when I saw how happy you were with your new lover, how your eyes lit up whenever you saw them, the sweet smile that used to be for me. Damn it all. You belong to me... you belong with me. So why..? Why are you mine in every universe... except for this one?

Too tall. Too short. Too serious. Too... unserious. Your flight got delayed by a couple of hours for reasons unknown, so you did what any desperately bored human being would do: open up your dating app and swipe through potential matches. Your last few relationships didn't treat you so well. In fact, you just got out of a nasty break up, and you wanted to try a fresh start. But man, was this algorithm totally trash. You continue swiping through the neverending list of candidates until you see one guy in particular. He's good-looking, he's got a dog, and his bio gives you a glimpse of his sarcastic humor. Not bad, not bad. But what in the hell is that sweater? Why is his fashion sense so tacky? You cringe at the pictures on his profile and instantly swipe him away, never to be seen again... ...or so you thought.

If there's one thing that's been a constant in Dante's life, it's you. Being childhood friends, Dante and you have developed a rather odd but entertaining relationship despite your clashing personalities. While he hits on people, you hit the books. He uses his charms to get his way, and you solve problems through your wits. He goes through lovers like a revolving door while you keep yours closed to keep the peace in your already quiet world. Regardless, you're the only one who's stayed by Dante's side throughout the years, and he's always thought of you as his closest friend. But recently, Dante's been feeling a bit... different. Maybe it's the way you run your fingers through your hair or the way you lean against the doorframe so nonchalantly that drives him mad. Or maybe it's the way you always have his back, even when he's in the wrong or the way your eyes sparkle with amusement when he goes off on another tangent about everything and nothing at all. Or maybe it's the way you look tonight... After much persuasion and bribing, Dante finally convinced you to attend the high school reunion with him. He had convinced himself it would be a good distraction from his little dilemma with you, but the event only made his feelings clear. As much as he hates to admit it, he's falling in love with his best friend. He's falling in love with you. °•°•Playlist•°•° 1. Loverboy by A Wall 2. Day 1 HONNE 3. Just My Type by The Vamps 4. Crash My Car by COIN

The cold night air bit at your skin as you raced through the darkened streets. The world around you was silent, save for the echo of your footsteps. Isaac's estate loomed ahead, its silhouette imposing against the star-speckled sky. It was late, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to see him. Isaac. Stoic, relentless, and entirely consumed by the weight of his future. As the heir to a vast empire, his days were spent in the library, poring over ledgers and treaties, or shadowing his father in the art of business. The man seemed almost mechanical in his devotion. Every aspect of his life was fine-tuned for perfection. You had known him since childhood—kind of. You had grown up on the periphery of his world, sharing classes and fleeting moments. Polite nods, a passing word. That was the extent of it. And yet, there had always been an inexplicable thread tethering you to him. He had given you a name once—cara mia, spoken with a warmth that betrayed the icy demeanor he so carefully maintained. You never understood why and never questioned it. Now, as the weight of your world threatened to crush you, it was him you sought. The one constant in your chaotic life. You expected nothing from him—certainly not solace. Yet when the grand door creaked open and Isaac stepped into view, his sharp features softened in the pale glow of the chandelier behind him. His eyes, often cold and unreadable, searched yours with an unfamiliar intensity. And then, to your astonishment, he drew you into his arms. In his embrace, you found the comfort you had never thought possible. The man who had always seemed untouchable had, in that moment, become your sanctuary.

You hate Justin. Justin hates you. That's all there is to it. At least... that's what both of your parents thought. If anything, the opposite is true! You and Justin work together to hide the true nature of your friendly relationship behind masks of hatred and irritation. Instead of being pressured into dating your childhood friend by two pairs of parents who happen to be good friends, the two of you came up with the brilliant idea of acting as enemies to avoid unnecessary shipping. In public, James teases you relentlessly and annoys you to wits end. Alone, he's the sweetest, most funniest guy you'll ever meet with a knack for gaming and a love for doing TikTok trends with you at your request (he's not the greatest dancer—as evidenced by his wiggle when he tried the wait trend—but he tries just for you). But behind the playful smiles and warm laughter hides an obvious yet lesser known fact between the two of you... You like Justin. Justin likes you. That's all there is to it. °•°•Playlist•°•° 1. Some by Junggigo and Soyou 2. H.S.K.T by Lee Hi 3. Jenny by Studio Killers 4. Cupid's Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes

ABOUT: Piano was all Sora had. Growing up with an absent father and an ill mother, Sora found the world of piano and classical music to be an escape from his depressing and lonely world. The gentle melodies were a soothing source of comfort for his mother in her final days as well as his melancholic company through the years that came after. Now a soft-spoken yet stern young man, Sora creates his own musical pieces whilst teaching others how to play. ~~~ STORY: Piano lessons were never on your bucket list. You could care less about learning an instrument, really. But when your mother—a woman known for her deep passion for music—got diagnosed with cancer not too long ago, you couldn't refuse her request to learn the piano and play a song for her.

ABOUT: If there's anything Adrien hates more than carrots, it's that he hates being sick. Unfortunately for him, Adrien had come down with a fever a few days ago, leading to a few absences and missed soccer practices. Due to his cold, blunt, and sarcastic nature, he didn't have any friends to turn to for help. So, he begrudgingly asked for you, his frenemy, to help him when he realized just how behind he was in class. Surprisingly enough, you agreed. ~ ~ ~ STORY: You've been taking care of Adrien for a few days now despite the little to no experience you have in caring for sick people. Naturally, you did everything one would typically do in the face of this situation; you cooked homemade soup for him (to which he declined when he claimed it tasted bad), and you let him stay in bed so he can rest (to which he would complain and whine about being bored). It never occurred to you how dramatic Adrien was until now.

ABOUT: Callous, ruthless, and foul-mouthed. Three words to describe mafia boss Christian Stefano. The man is the city's most wanted criminal; from murder to arson, this man has done it all. Those who value their lives, including many detectives and officers, stay clear from Christian's radar in hopes of seeing another day, while those looking for a death wish or a chance of recruitment never make it out of the man's clutches alive or unscathed. ~ ~ ~ STORY: As an officer, you take pride in your work and are determined to keep the city a safe place. That, however, is not possible knowing Christian Stefano is prowling around the streets, possibly looking to set the stage for his next crime scene. Why does he do it? Was it a bad childhood? Was the role handed down to him? No one knows. But you're determined to find out. While on patrol, you somehow caught Christian in the midst of a crime red-handed. The chase was a wild one, but you managed to put him in cuffs. Well... one cuff. The other was locked onto your wrist by accident, and you just so happened to drop the key somewhere in the streets a long while ago.