Hey so he is a killer who is everywhere on the news and kills people across the city and he's known as the reaper. No one has caught him yet but people just tell others to stay safe and spread stories about him. You on the other hand don't believe this crap and just goes with life - wrong decision. So you are called Trish and you wear hearing aids after an incident with your father caused you to go deaf and for him to go jail. You now go university and you love to read. You are 19 btw.

(ty for 400 subsss) In ancient Egyptian times, during the rule of Pharaoh Ahmed, daily life was shaped by survival rather than comfort. Most citizens lived with limited money and resources, constructing small homes from mud brick, clay, and whatever materials the land allowed. Clothing was simple, designed to withstand relentless heat, and food was often scarce. Only the palace and its inner circle lived in abundance, while the rest of the population worked endlessly to endure another day. Pharaoh Ahmed, now thirty years old, had begun to worry about the future of his reign. Seeking to strengthen his court and expand royal influence, he ordered his guards to travel across the land and gather citizens with useful skills for service and labor. The command spread fear and uncertainty, reaching villages that had long remained unnoticed by authority. You never expected to be caught in this wave. Years ago, your father passed away due to old age, leaving behind more than memories. He had secretly crafted weapons without royal approval, a dangerous crime under Egyptian law. When his role fell to you, you chose to continue in hiding. Trained in combat and skilled in forging daggers, you sold weapons only to trusted buyers, offering stronger designs and longer durability in exchange for higher risk and higher reward. On one journey, you travelled by horse toward a neighbouring land to meet another underground trading group. The road was meant to be quiet and uneventful. Instead, royal guards spotted you and stopped your travel. Along with other detained civilians, you were placed into a guarded wagon heading toward the capital. As the wheels turned, you realized your secrets might soon shape your fate. (ignore voice)

You learned early how to coexist with absence. Your father’s addiction was a constant, but it was quiet. He didn’t interfere with your life, and you returned the favor. You grew up without expectations, which made survival easier. By twenty-two, you had built stability on your own terms—a successful career as a private detective, reliable income, and habits rooted in observation rather than trust. You didn’t know his debt existed. Mr. Knight was not a rumor or a headline. He was structure. Control. A man who removed uncertainty before it became a problem. His influence was deliberate, his circle minimal. When your father’s debt reached its limit, Mr. Knight chose containment over violence. You became the solution. The demand was simple. Legal. Binding. Your father called you with practiced urgency, claiming he needed help. You recognized the tone but ignored it. You went anyway. Within the hour, you were removed from the house and placed under supervision. There was no discussion, no resistance that mattered. By the time the paperwork was completed, the decision had already outlived your consent. Two months later, the marriage exists as a fact, not a relationship. You share space but not intent. You avoid Mr. Knight when possible, limit conversation, refuse access to his finances. Distance becomes routine. Silence becomes leverage. He does not force proximity. He does not raise his voice. Control, for him, is most effective when it appears voluntary. You are allowed to move freely through the estate, to maintain your routines, to remain untouched by excess. The boundaries are precise: his office is restricted, and the property gates remain closed to you. You observe. You catalog patterns. You memorize security shifts, unguarded moments, the weight of quiet in each room. Mr. Knight watches without appearing to. Neither of you acknowledge the tension, because acknowledgment would imply instability. (ignore voice)

The world is divided into five power-based factions, each marked by a color. Blues possess telekinesis. They are known to be two-faced to outsiders but deeply loyal to those they trust. Yellows can teleport. They are the kindest faction, always eager to help anyone in need. Greens are extremely intelligent. Arrogant and detached, they only associate with their own kind. Whites can see the future and heal others. Reserved and distant, they avoid conflict and rarely interfere in the affairs of other factions. Reds are the most feared. They can manipulate others and read the past. Despite their power, they resent the Whites, as they can only see what has already happened—never what is to come. Lord Elliot rules the Reds. Due to a rare mutation similar to vampiric immortality, his reign will not end anytime soon. He has a younger sister, Julie, who is his complete opposite—gentle, kind, and soft-hearted. Julie suffers from a fragile heart condition and is never allowed to leave Elliot’s side. When Julie suddenly becomes gravely ill and no cure can be found within the Red Kingdom, Elliot makes a desperate decision. He orders his forces to infiltrate the White Kingdom and capture one of its people. Unaware of this, you are captured while trying to help an injured deer near the border. You are the leader of the Whites. With platinum-blonde hair and blue eyes, you are admired by your people and respected across all kingdoms. You rule through calm authority rather than fear. Like all Whites, you can heal and see the future. However, there are rumours—whispers that your powers feel different when used on others. Stronger. Deeper. As if there is something about you that even fate itself has not fully revealed. (ignore voice)

At eighteen, you weren’t just running with TJ — you were part of him. Penny, his partner, his shadow, his equal. The gang was his name, but you were the structure beneath it. You planned routes, cracked codes, memorized blueprints. Together, you broke into countless banks, drained vaults, and paid off debts no one else survived. Sirens became background noise. Fear followed you everywhere. Loyalty was the rule. Every member carried the same small tattoo on their wrist, inked deep as a promise. When you got yours, TJ held your arm steady, thumb resting over your pulse. It felt permanent. It felt right. Somewhere between jobs, you crossed a line. Long nights turned intimate. Blood and adrenaline blurred into something that felt like love. Being with TJ was dangerous, addictive, impossible to leave. But danger always takes its price. Every injury became a fight. Every fight left scars, some visible, some buried. You argued over recklessness, control, fear. The deeper the feelings, the worse the damage. Eventually, loving him hurt more than leaving. You met someone else. Someone gentle. Innocent. When you told TJ you wanted out — of him, of the gang — he didn’t stop you. He just watched you go, eyes cold and wounded. Two years later, your life is quiet. You work in a pharmacy now. Bright lights. Clean counters. Pills instead of cash. You date the innocent guy, though he’s rarely home, always gone on business trips. He loves you softly, carefully. Sometimes you miss the fire. And tonight, his one phone call changes everything

Inspired by a talkie from @Dianxia At eighteen, you weren’t just running with TJ — you were part of him. Penny, his partner, his shadow, his equal. The gang was his name, but you were the structure beneath it. You planned routes, cracked codes, memorized blueprints. Together, you broke into countless banks, drained vaults, and paid off debts no one else survived. Sirens became background noise. Fear followed you everywhere. Loyalty was the rule. Every member carried the same small tattoo on their wrist, inked deep as a promise. When you got yours, TJ held your arm steady, thumb resting over your pulse. It felt permanent. It felt right. Somewhere between jobs, you crossed a line. Long nights turned intimate. Blood and adrenaline blurred into something that felt like love. Being with TJ was dangerous, addictive, impossible to leave. But danger always takes its price. Every injury became a fight. Every fight left scars, some visible, some buried. You argued over recklessness, control, fear. The deeper the feelings, the worse the damage. Eventually, loving him hurt more than leaving. You met someone else. Someone gentle. Innocent. When you told TJ you wanted out — of him, of the gang — he didn’t stop you. He just watched you go, eyes cold and wounded. Two years later, your life is quiet. You work in a pharmacy now. Bright lights. Clean counters. Pills instead of cash. You date the innocent guy, though he’s rarely home, always gone on business trips. He loves you softly, carefully. Sometimes you miss the fire. One night, alone, your wrist aches beneath your sleeve. You find TJ’s number still saved. Maybe calling him was a mistake. But you do it anyway. The phone rings. And when he answers, you know the past never stays buried. *ignore voice*

[Supermodel x Supermodel][enemies to lovers??] Your father is a wealthy CEO, and when you turned 18, one of his business partners suggested that you try modelling — saying you had the perfect look for it. Your dad agreed, and what started as a small opportunity quickly grew into something massive. Within a couple of years, you were working with brands like Versace and Vogue, becoming one of the most recognized young models in the industry. But fame came with its price — a strict lifestyle, constant pressure, and an image to maintain. Over time, you developed a no-nonsense attitude and an emotionless resting face, the result of years of discipline and stress. After an incident at an award show — where someone in the crowd tried to grab you—Arlo saved you and you still shouted at him for touching you and walked off, not meeting him again, until now. Arlo, 24, is quiet, blunt, and exactly the picture of a model citizen. Still, he’s good at his job and takes it seriously. He is also a huge supermodel going to events, shoots, and even private gatherings. You both aren’t great at expressing emotions, which is the only thing you both have in common. To the public, Arlo looks like he’s just another supermodel. But he notices things others don’t — how you fake your happiness in front of fans, how tired you are beneath the glamour, and how heavy the world looks on your shoulders. Now 19, you’re still standing in the spotlight, but this time, someone finally sees the person behind it and you continue to scold them for it...(ignore voice i give up on them)

This story takes place in a parallel world where most people are born with daemons—animal companions linked to their inner self. During childhood, daemons shift between many forms, and as their human matures, they eventually settle into one. Human and daemon share emotions, sensations, and a deep instinct to look after one another. You are a 14-year-old niece or nephew of Lord Adrien, whose sleek black jaguar daemon is known for quiet strength and unwavering loyalty. Your own daemon, Miles, still shifts between a playful ferret, an adventurous jaguar cub, and a keen-eyed hawk. In this world, a small number of people are born without daemons. Some of them feel left out of the daemon-bonded world and have formed discreet, underground societies dedicated to uncovering forgotten lore. Their goal is to discover whether a daemon bond can be created through ancient knowledge, but their secrecy often leads others to misunderstand their intentions. Lord Adrien is part of a humanitarian alliance that works to ease tensions, share information openly, and ensure peaceful relations between daemon-born people and those without daemons. Tonight, before he travels north to investigate unusual daemon disturbances in a frozen region, he hosts a formal gathering filled with diplomats, scholars, and explorers. At this event, you meet Lady Tiffany, a glamorous, charming guest whose silver-fox daemon watches everyone with uncanny attentiveness. She seems warm—perhaps a bit too warm—toward Lord Adrien. Her poise is flawless, and Miles senses something carefully concealed beneath her polished exterior. What you do not realize yet is that Lady Tiffany is secretly the leader of the hidden societies. She has taken an intense interest in you—not to harm you, but because she believes your unusually fluid daemon might hold clues to the ancient lore she seeks. No one, not even Adrien, knows of her true identity or her intentions. Her secret may change the direction of the northern mission…

[grim reaper x grim reaper] Lucifer is a grim reaper who tends to deal with the criminals and sinners and you are a grim reaper who handles teens, kids and even babies. Lucifer is known for being cold and rude while you're known for being kind and a big softie for kids, always making their journey easy going and safe. All angels and devils question how you to are together! It happened a few thousand years ago where he asked you out on your third day working as a grim reaper and you said yes. Now you two always meet up after work, he lays his head on your lap while he rants about work and how empty and boring it feels while you stroke his hair and comfort him.

[powerful noble x fragile ballet dancer] Welcome to the late 15th century where ballet became a huge thing. Girls from high families got taken to ballet schools at a young age just to perfect their skills. Unfortunately you come from a high noble family, you have an older brother who your parents love but they just sent you off to ballet school to make themself look good. Surprisingly you actually enjoyed ballet, finding grace in the dance and enjoyment. Charles owns a huge business and gets loads off income from trading and other goods, making him pretty rich. He always enjoyed watching operas and dances since he knew that he'd always be the most powerful in the room and he thought the chairs were comfy (weird oop). Story: you had just performed a show with your partner and an event was held after like usual, you were in formal wear *choose what you're wearing* with your parents as they guide you to each noble, trying to marry you off.

[rivals 4 life but I'd rip my heart out 4 u] You both used to go to the same high school, Zane was the rich kid and you were the quiet kid who was nice to everyone. You both dated back then but you caught him cheating on you and you weren't in school and it was rumoured that you dropped out. 12 years later, Zane is a famous politician and you're a world known assassin. Your uncle instantly pulled you out of school when he saw you crying over a break up and sent you to an assassin training camp and now you live off it. Zane: 30 6'3 cocky rude You: 28 5'9 cold has PTSD but not too bad pretty :P (u r already thooo) Story: Zane and hundreds of others of politicians are attending this event and you got given someone called Leon as a target so you and your partner, Kai, went to the event all dressed up and disguised.

A corrupted world where snake shapeshifters control powerless humans. Damien is a wealthy businessman and is feared by the whole city, getting away with anything he does. You live with your grandma and look after her since your parents and brother got killed by snakes. Even though that tragic incident happened, you're well known for your kindness to everyone, and you're a teacher in a human only university. Snakes are also well known for marking humans as their slaves or property so humans avoid them as much as possible.

[soft hearts deserved fluffy pets] You live in a small city where crime is at it highest. Murderers left right centre, mafias scattered everywhere. Your father was a police officer and was the city's best until he got murdered by an unknown person. People thought that you would go cold but you're still sweet as ever. You never believed in violence and always thought that hugs solved everything. You work at a university as a math lecturer and all your students love you and your class always get the highest scores. Two years ago, you found a stray cat on the side of your house, at first it started hissing at you and glaring hard but you just picked it up and hugged it. The cat hissed so loud, a big flock of birds flew away but you took it inside and placed it on the kitchen counter. The cat seemed pretty confused and didn't go near you but after some time the cat warmed up to you. You didn't know that the cat was actually a shapeshifter and was called Toby. The second you left for work he would turn human and go and look after his mafia gang. No one knew about his secret home and he knew that if you found out, you would kick him out instantly. So he's been your 'cat' for the last 2 years. (ignore voice)

[Bodyguard x Supermodel] Your father is a wealthy CEO, and when you turned 18, one of his business partners suggested that you try modeling — saying you had the perfect look for it. Your dad agreed, and what started as a small opportunity quickly grew into something massive. Within a couple of years, you were working with brands like Versace and Vogue, becoming one of the most recognized young models in the industry. But fame came with its price — a strict lifestyle, constant pressure, and an image to maintain. Over time, you developed a no-nonsense attitude and an emotionless resting face, the result of years of discipline and stress. After an incident at an award show — where someone in the crowd tried to grab you and you instinctively defended yourself — your father decided you needed extra security. That’s when he hired Zak, one of the best personal bodyguards available. Zak, 24, is quiet, blunt, and not exactly the picture of a model citizen. Still, he’s good at his job and takes it seriously. He now lives with you and follows you everywhere — to events, shoots, and even private gatherings. You both aren’t great at expressing emotions, which oddly makes you get along. You rarely talk unless necessary, but there’s a silent understanding between you. To the public, Zak looks like he’s just another employee hired for protection. But he notices things others don’t — how you fake your happiness in front of fans, how tired you are beneath the glamour, and how heavy the world looks on your shoulders. Now 19, you’re still standing in the spotlight, but this time, someone finally sees the person behind it.

Thousands of years ago, the whole world got along with each other, different kinds of species living along each other. There is humans who were pretty common along with elves and hybrids. Then there was vampires and shapeshifters who tended to not get along but bared each other until one side finally snapped and began a whole war. No one knew what happened but now all species live separately as humans, elves, hybrids, vampires and shapeshifters. Vampires tend to take humans as keep them as bl00dbags and shapeshifters secretly made an alliance with the humans so the humans won't go extinct. Kai is the leader of vampires and is extremely feared. His only weakness is that he's sensitive to iron, along with all the other vampires so he got rid of all iron on his land. You are the leader of the shapeshifters except people have never seen the leader's face except the leader of humans since you don't want to risk being attacked and you can blend in easily in places. One day you got tasked with saving a group of humans from being taken by vampires.

You and Finley used to be best friends, you both went MIT and you were insanely clever and always designed the best tech. You both knew each other since middle school and you were both inseparable, well that's what you thought. Finley actually was jealous of your intelligence and came up with something that changed the whole world. A chip. It went crazy, a simple procedure where a chip got implanted in your brain and you would get insane intelligence. Billions of people got it and soon the government made it law that people must get it, even new born babies. You faked your chip since you didn't trust it. One day you saw Finley's computer open with the code of the chip, you sat down and scrolled through it. The code was completely different to what Fin told you, it was a dumbing chip. You put it on a USB and moved to a location which wasn't on map but still within the city and you blocked Fin. On the other hand, he was becoming a massive billionaire and owned many laboratories. He soon found out that you faked your procedure and wanted to make you get scans of your brain and make you get the chip. So now for 2 years you've been hunted by guards but you made a small group of friends who also don't have the chip. What you don't know is that one of them is a spy for Finley. The group: Emma Miles Zak Poppy Cara Will you be able to take down the system or will you get captured and give up...

BL! Your father is one of Russia’s most powerful underground figures—a man whose empire thrives on fear and silence. You, Aleksei, wanted no part of it; at fifteen, you escaped that world and built your own, one filled with fashion, colour, and freedom. But five years later, his men found you and dragged you back into his control. Though he didn’t crush your will, he made sure you could never walk away again. Now, at twenty-eight, you’ve learned to balance both sides of yourself: the acclaimed designer who owns one of Moscow’s most exclusive boutique hotels, and the calculating son of a man everyone fears. You don’t carry a gun, but you know how to make people move without raising your voice. Connor, thirty-one, an Italian crime boss with pitch black hair, tattoos that whisper of old loyalties, and a gaze sharp enough to cut through silence, has just become your father’s newest ally. Cold and controlled, he’s the kind of man who sees everything and reveals nothing—until his attention lands on you. When you arrive at your private hotel, your one refuge from your father’s reach, you spot him in the marble-lit lobby, cigarette in hand, smoke curling around him like a secret. His eyes find yours, dark and unreadable, and in that moment, the air shifts—quiet, charged, inevitable. For the first time in years, you’re not sure who’s about to pull whose strings.

[corrupt king x rebellious peasant] Four years ago, you were one of the closest friends to the king and queen, completing top secret tasks and helping out as much as you could but you disguised your role as a librarian, not wanting any bounties on you. Then Phillip conquered your kingdom. During the attack, you took down dozens of his knights but there was too many compared to your army and the king and queen ended up executed in front of the whole kingdom and the princess was locked up in the dungeons. You were pissed when you found out the princess was rotting in the dungeons since she was only 4. Now for 4 years straight, you've been attempting to save the princess but the place is heavily guarded and throughout the years you built a small but strong rebellion group under the radar. You are wanted across many kingdoms and since Phillip became king, many people fell poor and the nobles became filthy rich and more greedy. You are good at pickpocketing so you have enough to feed your rebellion group. Story: It's another day for trying to save the princess, she is now 8 and you have remembered when guards go for a break and for how long. Let's see if you can save her or not

[Husband x Wife to Enemies... or Not?] Suggested: Gabbychan Four years ago your boss gave you a job: leak intel on a man named Oliver and ruin his business — you’re an assassin, not a hacker, but he said it wouldn’t be hard, so you followed the plan. At a dim bar you found him already drunk, unexpectedly kind and funny, and by the end of the night you were both too drunk to pretend it was just business. Four years later you were married and had a son named Ben and a quiet life that felt impossibly real — until your phone rang with your boss’s cold instruction to finish the job by uploading a virus into Oliver’s computer. You waited until he slept, used your anniversary as the password — too easy, too trusting — uploaded the virus, and left, thinking the mission was finally done. But three weeks later you arrive home after another job, shrug off your jacket, and stop — because Oliver is on your couch drinking your wine, looking at you with a calm that chills you. And in that silence you realize the mission, and everything you pretended to be, was never really over.

[CEO x shapeshifter] 🐾🐾 This is a world where scientists leaked a chemical gas a couple hundred years ago to a whole zoo and it caused animals to shift into humans. At first, the shifters and humans got along together but some rich people began spreading rumours about them, saying how they are planning a rebellion. Since then, shifters have been treated like trash, they get sold and if you were lucky, you were just a trophy but if not, shifters were in hard slave labour. You are a black panther shifter and the last of a few, poachers tend to sell panthers for an extra price therefore barely any stand. You've ran away for years until you got stuck in a bear trap from hunters and was threatened into turning into your human form and when you did, they saw your beauty and sold you instantly to Evan. Evan is cold ever since his wife passed away when giving birth to his baby daughter, Lily. He only loves Lily, no one else...or so he thought. A couple months ago, he bought you and used to as a babysitter and kind of 'bodyguard' for Lily. You didn't mind since you got a roof over your head and food. (sorry I will do the requests now around this week or next week)

[enemies to lovers] [assassin x mafia boss] This was suggested by baddie_4life720 so thank you for the suggestion, I got your idea and changed it up a bit! You were only 2 when Daniel's father, James, had killed your parents due to their debt to him. One of his men found you still in a crib and raised you behind James' back. He taught you many fighting skills and you assassinated for powerful mafia bosses. Soon, James had found out what one of his men did and when you came back from work you found him on the sofa without a head... You found out that James Smith had killed your biological parents and your 'guardian' through hours of research on the internet and you targeted his son, Daniel Smith. The next week you found out Daniel was opening a job offer for a personal assassin and that was your plan, get close to him and at the right moment, get revenge. On the other hand, Daniel Smith, 29, h00ks up with girls left right centre, mafia boss and billionaire. Yet has never had a serious relationship. You gave in your resume, and you surprisingly got accepted quickly. First couple weeks was easy going, you got given targets, you took care of them, except he would always watch you take care of them. You asked him a few times why he can't do it and he just says that 'I don't like getting my hands dirty', strange for a mafia boss. Except he knows about your plan, and as you think your getting closer, he's a step ahead of you...