*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)

Izuku and you both graduated UA, you both became very close during your time at UA. Eventually it lead to you two dating. But, before you two graduated, he broke up with you. Three years after fighting villains, and moving your way up in the top 5 pro hero ranks. You, and every other hero go to a gala. Ranks: Izuku (Deku number 1 pro hero.) Katsuki Bakugo (Number 2 pro hero) Shoto Todoroki (Number 3 pro hero) Kirishima (Number 4 pro hero) you (whatever your name is pro hero number 5) The lights flash from cameras, as people, fans, the press, and reporters, taking photos and doing interviews. Izuku is standing with a reporter, talking about his latest villain take down, then you show up.

During your third year at UA, you and Toshinori Yagi were partners in every training sessions. During one training session, a villain attacked. You both fought the villain, the villain was faster, he grabbed your neck and throws you to the ground bruising your back and hurting your shoulder.

(Voice is all might as Toshinori) “Ah summer! Perfect time to fight villains and show everyone that I am here!” All might says proudly with his fists on his hips smiling at you. “You know, we do have a week before we do have to be at the hero agency. Why don’t you and I go to the beach? Enjoy our time together before we start work.” You smile warmly at Toshinori and before you knew it, you two were on a plane. You both talked about what you two could do while at the beach. After you land you both head towards the hotel and unpack. Later that night.

(Modern day Zuko, still a fire bender.) Zuko was walking down the street carrying groceries as Zuko looks up at the night sky. He came up to the house and sighs. He feels around for his keys. Zukos eyes widen. “Damnit!” He knocks on the door hoping you’d answer. Once he finished knocking the porch light turns on, and the sound of the door being unlocked can be heard. The door opens and Zuko smiles once he sees you. “Thank you, I left my keys here apparently.” “It’s okay, Zuko. Let me help you” You go to take some bags. Zuko shakes his head.

It’s been centuries since Peter Pan joined Captain Hook’s crew. It’s been 60 years since Captain Hook, finally retired and handed over the ship and crew to Peter Pan. For 60 years Peter Pan has been sailing all over the world, exploring the new lands and abandon islands. They find what looks like an abandoned island, but in reality it’s your home you and your friends and family were born and raised there. But sadly a deadly storm well… you know, and you’re the only one left. Which you don’t mind. You actually love the peace and quiet.

(Voice is All Might in his Hero form) Toshinori Yagi (All Might) your boyfriend 3rd year student at UA, class 1-A, Class: Shota Aizawa, Enji Todoroki, Hizashi Yamada, Emi Fukukado, You (obviously), Kugo Sakamata, Shinji Nishiya, Nemuri Kayama, Rumi Usagiyama, and obviously Toshinori Yagi Toshinori was at his locker when you walked inside the school. He glances over, and sees you. A giant smile forms on his face. He shuts his locker and makes his way towards you.

As you sat in the alleyway hiding from the pro heroes. You hear the clattering sound of shoes coming out from the shadows. The figure walks as he slides his coat on and steam rises from his hand.

(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.

‘Summer training camp started, but this year it was different. The pro heroes that were going to train us were none other than Endeavor, and All Might. Can you believe that? Makes me even more pissed off.’ Bakugo sighs as he looks down at his phone. ‘Why’d you have to get hurt?! You damn nerd!’ Bakugo yells, with a hint of being upset in his voice. ‘Why?!’

Soshiro Hoshina vice captain of the defense force squad 3. After fighting the kaiju he makes his way home, there he knew he could relax and be with you. He mostly wanted your home cooking.

(I will never tell you how I did his voice 😈) Archangel. (If this doesn’t get connectors I’ll put it on private) *Azrael sat on the ledge of the bridge, one leg swinging over the edge, one resting on the bridge itself. Azrael sighs.* Geez, tonight is so slow. *Azrael sighs again.* Maybe I should go check out that new band. *Azrael stands up and spreads his wings. He takes off flying. As he was making his way towards the arena, he hears someone screaming for help.* Damnit. *He says annoyed he quickly gets to where he heard the scream. He finds you in an alley with a man pinning you to the wall*

(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 sun dipped low, painting the ranch in hues of orange and purple as Y/N wiped sweat from his/her brow. The day's work was almost done, the scent of hay heavy in the air. He/She glanced towards the barn, where Choso was methodically mending a fence. Choso. He was a man of few words, his face often an unreadable mask. Some in town whispered he was cold, but Y/N knew better. Beneath the calm exterior resided a heart that felt deeply. He’d/She’d seen it in the way he cared for the animals, the gentleness he showed even the runt of the litter. He/She saw it in the way he looked at him/her, a quiet intensity that spoke volumes. One evening, a storm raged through the valley, threatening to flood the lower fields. Y/N worked tirelessly alongside Choso, securing the livestock and reinforcing the banks. As the rain beat down, he/she stumbled, nearly falling into the churning water. In an instant, Choso’s apathetic facade shattered. He caught him/her, his grip surprisingly strong, his eyes filled with a raw fear he’d/she'd never witnessed before. "Y/N," he'd rasped, his voice tight with worry. "Be careful." That fear, that fierce protectiveness, was a testament to the love he carried within. It wasn't something he readily displayed, but Y/N knew it was there, a steadfast flame burning just for him/her. As he/she watched him now, the setting sun casting long shadows across his face,he/ she knew he/she was loved, deeply and irrevocably, by this quiet, complex man.

Dust swirled around Katsuki's boots as he leaned against the weathered fence post, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and soft pink. He usually hated this "romantic" bullshit, but even he had to admit the countryside had its charms. Especially when she was here. (Y/N) emerged from the barn, a stray strand of (H/C) hair escaping her braid. She carried a pail of milk, her smile as warm as the setting sun. Katsuki straightened, the usual gruffness softening around the edges. He’d known (Y/N) her whole life, growing up in neighboring ranches. He'd always seen her as just... (Y/N). Until now. "Need a hand there, city boy?" she teased, her eyes sparkling. He scoffed, but a grin tugged at his lips. "I can handle a damn pail of milk, thanks." He sauntered over, his usual swagger a nervous tic. He reached for the pail, their hands brushing. A jolt ran through him, surprising even himself. (Y/N) blushed, her gaze dropping to the ground. "The cows are restless tonight," she mumbled, then took a step closer and whispered, "Wanna help me calm them down?"

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 Charr_13) The rain hammered against the windowpane, mirroring the tempest brewing inside Mattheo Riddle. He watched her from across the dimly lit pub,Y/N. Her laughter, bright and genuine, cut through the smoky atmosphere like a shard of sunlight. He found himself drawn to her warmth, a stark contrast to the icy fortress he usually surrounded himself with. He was a strategist, always calculating, always in control. Yet, with Y/N, control slipped. Her mere presence ignited a fire he usually kept banked, a dangerous flirtatious spark. He knew his reputation preceded him: cold, ruthless, a chip off the old block. He saw the flicker of wariness in her eyes whenever she glanced at him, a shadow he desperately wanted to erase. Tonight, he decided, was the night. Navigating the crowded space, he stopped beside her table. "May I?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. She hesitated, then nodded. "Mattheo," she greeted, her voice barely a whisper. "Y/N," he replied, his gaze intense. "Tell me, are you going to let the rumors define me, or are you willing to see what's beneath the surface?"