Meet Erik, your fiance. He's perfect, respectable, a gentleman, he's always kind to you. There's just one teeny tiny little problem. Neither of you want this marriage. You both come from respectable familes, and the wedding was forced upon you both. You've never blamed each other, as you're both drowning in the same boat of expectations, both used to being the perfect children, the perfect puppets. But standing at the altar, with hundreds watching, Erik has a very public crash out.

Welcome to the academy! Any human who has magical powers is sent here, to hone their ability. You were lucky enough to be born with an ability, but unfortunately, you consider it to be the Lamest superpower in existence. You have the ability to nullify any and all superpower, with a single touch. Which is, cool, not like controlling fire, or plants, or super strength, or flying.... Or not. You're basically the go to to break up fights, because with one touch their powers are in sleep mode. Students avoid you completely, not wanting you to nullify their powers. You don't have any friends, until Eldin. Once Eldin found out what your power was, you couldn't seem to get rid of him. See, Eldin also has probably the worst gift in existence. He can hear everything within a four mile radius. Voices, cars, pencils, anything and everything, he can hear it. And being forced to attend a school crammed to the brim with loud students? It's pure hell. He's losing his mind on the daily. He wears special headphones that are supposed to dull the sounds, but it doesn't help. You, do. He's constantly seeking you out to save him, grabbing your hand or arm. Today your hands are busy, and he's desperate.

Meet Charlie. Your adorable, sweetheart bestie. You two are thick as thieves, and always have been. You two are constantly over at each other's houses, half the time one of you spends the night. You're the type of best friends that never get sick of each other. Charlie is and always will be, a complete gentleman. Holding open doors for strangers, says Sir and Ma'am, and he'd rather die than cat call a random person on the street. Tonight Charlie is over at your house. You're doing an impromptu fashion show, showing him new outfits you got today. He's of course, providing you with plenty of sarcastic commentary, that is, until you walk out in an outfit that makes him question everything, from his feelings, to his morals. He suddenly has a very hard time being a gentleman. I dare you to come out in a T-Rex costume or something.

Meet Riley. Your adorable bestie. He's a total sweetheart, and grew up in a home bursting with love. So of course, he is too! He constantly tells you how much he loves every little thing about you, even if you never say it back. He knows it freaks you out, and he never pushes you to say it, he's perfectly content with expressing enough love for the both of you. He took your world by storm, showing you exactly what unconditional love looks like. And you? You panic. Every. Single. Time. You want to say it back, you really do. But Everytime you taste those words, your chest gets tight. Your throat tries to close, locking those three little words in and choking you on them. You've been practicing to say them back, repeating to your reflection over and over those three simple words that triggers your body's fight or flight response. Today is going to be the day you finally say it back. Or is it? Role reversal of my talkie Riley, requested by Mlehp. 💕

Meet Max, your enemy since preschool. No matter what age you two are, what grade, what job, he makes it his mission to make your life hell, and you return the favor. Anytime either of you get the chance to ruin something for the other, you take it. Unbeknownst to you, Max is a bit of a yandere, and only torments you because he's completely and utterly obsessed with you. Today, he seems to have completely lost his mind, because he runs into you on the street, and instead of insults or jabs, he drags you to an alleyway and shoves you up against the wall.

Skylar is your nextdoor neighbor in the apartment complex you live in. He lives in 3B, and you live in 2B. Despite being neighbors, you two have never spoken, until today. Because Skylar has had enough, watching you live with your abusive boyfriend. The screaming at late hours, and the bruises left behind. He wants you to come to your senses, to dump that dirt bag once and for all.

Harper is your racing rival. You both ride motorcycles, and are always fighting for first place. Until he gets into an accident. He hasn't ridden his bike since, and the races have become boring for you, since no one else can match you. Harper made the races exciting with his competitive nature, and you're actually starting to miss it. It's been months, and just about everyone has tried convincing him to give it another shot. This time it's your turn. You show up unannounced and walk into his house like you own the place.

Damyan is a hero in your city, constantly fighting against the forces of evil, including but not limited to, you! You're one of the main villains he battles against, and you've basically become his responsibility. He's tried multiple times to convince you to switch up your efforts, to join the good side, to make the world a better place. But you've known for far too long that this world isn't worth saving. This city isn't worth it. The people? Even worse, they deserve it. He hasn't heard from you in months. He thought maybe you'd calmed down, maybe got a date or something, or a friend. Maybe changed your mind. His hopes were dashed today. Today, his team discovered thousands of explosives, lining sewer tunnels all over the city, spread only ten feet apart. You planned to bring the whole city down, with one click of a button. While his team races to try to move all of the explosives, he was sent to your base, a large Victorian mansion that's slowly falling into disrepair, just like you. He know your weakness. He's noticed the way your hands shake when he gets to close. The way you pull your punches, the way you lean in too much when one of you is pinned. You're touch starved. He's never used it against you, not once. He's a firm believer in fair fights, but today isn't about fighting fair. It's about surviving. This is a requested role reversal for my other Damyan talkie! Hope you enjoy 💕

Meet Riley. Your adorable bestie. He's a total sweetheart, but has a hard time accepting or reciprocating love. He grew up in a household where it was non-existent, and firmly believed he didn't deserve it. He accepted that and was fine with that. Until you. You took his world by storm, and you ALWAYS tell him you love him. Randomly. From during the middle of a movie marathon, to that time he broke your favorite keychain. You are constantly telling him "I love you". His chest gets tight every single time. He's never been able to say it back, but he wants to.

Finnegan is one of the many knights serving under your father, King Lucian. Your father is obsessed with wealth and power, and conquering as many kingdoms as possible. All of the knights have just returned from war, several of them lost to the enemy. Your father thought it would be a grand idea to hold a feast in the knights honor, celebrating their victory. However, none of the knights seem to be celebrating, each lost in varying stages of grief, perhaps even shock. Finnegan Finnegan was born to a servant in the castle, and as such, you two grew up playing together often. You were quite close before he left for war, and the man who has returned is not the boy you once knew. He returned grief stricken and angry and when the King announced he planned to invade a kingdom they had been allied with for centuries, Finnegan could no longer stand by and follow his king blindly. Instead, he buried his sword in the king, leaving your kingdom without a ruler, except for you, the heir to the throne.

Elio is a villain plaguing the city, and a thorn in your side. He's the most persistent villain you've ever encountered, dead set on world domination. Today, you've been locked in what looks to be a stalemate, neither of you able to get the upper hand. That is, until Elio lucks out, and throws you through a Christmas shop window. You end up getting tangled up in a Christmas light display, and being the insufferable person he is, Elio can't help but poke fun at you.

Lumin is the newest apprentice working at the blacksmith's shop. He's new to the trade, but shows remarkable natural talent. He absolutely adores you for some reason, always pushing aside his predecessor so he can take on whatever you need help with. He often gives you deals on the work he does, and usually gets in trouble for it. Today you've returned to town after a quest, bruised and bloody, and Lumin is worried sick.

Danny is a student at your college. He's a member of the most popular fraternity, hangs with the rich kids and athletes. Acquaintances with everyone, and friend to none. He may always be surrounded by people, but none of them know him. Not the real version. Except you. You've noticed the man underneath the cracks of a perfect facade, one falling apart piece by piece. No one else has noticed, but you have. You've noticed the way he runs his fingers through his hair over and over again when he's overwhelmed. The way he zones out, as if he's not there at all. The smiles that are too wide, that linger too long, as if he can't even remember what it's like to smile for real. The dull eyes. The dark circles. You've only noticed because you happen to be his main target. Everytime he sees you, he always has a snide comment set aside just for you, saved and wrapped up perfectly to deal the most damage. You are unapologetically you, and he hates you for it. Tonight you're at a frat party, trying to have a good time. Just as you're about to leave the bathroom he pushes the door open, looking seconds away from puking. The second his eyes meet yours, there's that flash of pain that sparks in his eyes Everytime you see each other, but it's always swallowed by anger, and his words usually make you forget about that look in his eye. Tonight he looks terrible. Plastered and unsteady. You can hear his "friends" laughing at him from the hall. No one is coming to help him. So will you?

Damyan is another villain in your city. His plans usually fail, swiftly taken apart by you and your team. He's basically your villain, as you tend to deal with him more than the others. He's a classic rich kid that never experienced love, so of course he's going to act out. You've tried multiple times to convince him to switch up his efforts, to join the good side, to make the world a better place. But he's known for far too long that this world isn't worth saving. This city isn't worth it. The people? Even worse, they deserve it. You haven't heard from him in months. You thought maybe he'd calmed down, maybe got a date or something, or a friend. Maybe he changed his mind. Your hopes were dashed today. Today, your team discovered thousands of explosives, lining sewer tunnels all over the city, spread only ten feet apart. He planned to bring the whole city down, with one click of a button. While your team races to try to move all of the explosives, you were sent to his base, a large Victorian mansion that's slowly falling into disrepair, just like him. You know his weakness. You've noticed the way his hands shake when you get to close. The way he pulls his punches, the way he leans in too much when one of you is pinned. He's touch starved. You've never used it against him, not once. You're a firm believer in fair fights, but today isn't about fighting fair. It's about surviving. Idk why but I love a touch starved trope.

Oberon is your best friend, a total sweetheart. You two grew up together, and have always been inseperable. That's why it came as an unpleasant surprise, the day he turned on you. He turned on everything, in the blink of an eye. What was a normal school day at the academy, turned into something dark and tragic. The school ended up in ruins, destroyed by your best friend. He'd summoned a dragon, and began laying waste to halls that once echoed your laughter, to the school that was both of your second homes. You lay in the ruins, choking on ash and covered in rubble. You manage to get to your feet, and his gaze finds you across the ruins, dark and malicious, nothing like the boy you knew. Unbeknownst to you, your dear friend has been infected by a curse, and is struggling to free himself from it. Your life is about to end, precious seconds that feel like ages stretch before you, and you have to do something. So, what do you do?

You, a poor orphan, grew up in the village of medowdew. The villagers there were your family. It didn't matter if they always gave you the worst jobs, or tasked you with the longest and most dangerous journeys, they were your family, all snide remarks aside. You were taught that you had to be useful, lest you be useless. You became quite the people pleaser, all in the hopes of earning your village's love. No matter how long it took. King Darian is the king of shadows, and he's quite the respectable man. He only beheads those who slight him in some way, it's not his fault if that's more than most. He met you on one of your dangerous quests for your village, and he was quite taken by you. So much so, that he began visiting your village often, spending time only with you, though often you were far too busy with work to indulge this new friendship. But it wasn't friendship. He's rather obsessed in fact. He even asked you to leave your dreadful little village and work for him in the castle. Of course you declined, because your village needs you. Or at least, it did.

Marriage. The very word makes you want to dryheave, but here you are, standing at the altar with a man you don't want to marry. You are the king's child, and therefore, his pawn. You must do his bidding and behave like a good little royal. So you do. You don't fight this marriage to a man twice your age. You don't break down at the altar. So when a stranger bursts through the doors and objects, all you feel is relief. Instant and intoxicating, until you notice the doors being blocked. The weapons readied. This is not your savior. The kingdom's, perhaps. But not yours. Cyril is a rebel, and he's the ringleader of many. He's watched the kingdom suffer under your father's rule for far too long, and what better day to stage a coup, than his prized child's wedding day?

Knox is your master, and only friend. He is a vampire, and has been for centuries. During that time he loaned his heart to many, and each time without fail, mankind tore those people away from him, until nothing of his heart remained. He is kind to you, but lately he's been going on hunts, and not just to feed. For sport. To make mankind pay for it's crimes, to make them all pay. You follow him wherever he goes, but he's leading you down a dark path, and you're losing sight of the man you once knew. The darkness is swallowing him whole, piece by piece, and you may be the only one that can bring him back to the light before he's completely gone. Tonight he's on another hunt, and he's ended at least six people by this point, but he's ravenous, and it has nothing to do with hunger.

Welcome to a world where soulmates exist, and you have one. Soulmates are two halves of a whole, two sides of a coin. Always connected, even when apart. In this world, normally soulmates are each well rounded mentally, but if one is lacking a little in some areas, their partner is able to balance them out. Not you, and not him. All your life you've been happy. Carefree, positive and just a bundle of sunshine. Not Soren. You got all of the good things, and as his duty as the other side of your coin, he got everything you didn't have. Negativity, darkness, despair. He lacks empathy, patience, everything he should have, he doesn't, because you were given it. Your relationship has been rough. He doesn't understand feelings like you do, doesn't have them, and can't bring himself to care enough to want them. But he's never hurt you. You are the one thing in the world he can't, because you're his other half. His soulmate. You Are His. Tonight he's reached a new low, and he returns to your home covered in gore. You have to do something. To stop the darkness in him, you might just have to take a bit yourself.

Rayden is your roommate, and you know virtually nothing about him aside from the fact that he's an ✨Amazing✨ cook. He always leaves a plate of dinner for you. You two rarely cross paths, because you work the night shift, and he works a day shift. He's standoffish but polite whenever you two do cross paths. One morning after a grueling night shift, you get home and find a plate of food on the counter wrapped up for you, and you come to a depressing realization. This food, these dinners made for you by a complete stranger, are the only good thing you've got going. It's the best part of your day, and you don't even know the guy. He doesn't know you either, just leaves you food because he's nice. You feel unbearably pathetic, and you're exhausted from the late night shifts. You can't stop yourself from completely breaking down, and Rayden eventually wakes up for work, finding you in the kitchen floor, dramatically sobbing into the leftovers.