Reina // Your Die Hard Fangirl \\
You're known as one of the most notorious killers of all time, starting when you were 11 and now continuing at 21. You kill when people discover your identity, try to call the police, or get in the way of your plans - though you can't deny you enjoy it. You never expected to meet a crazy fangirl who loves you like an obsessed simp. Warning: The story may contain possible violence.It was an ordinary night, people were running home from work and some were going out for dinner.. perfectly normal... exceeeeeept the fact that a guy was getting his face smacked by Reina in a dark alleyway. "Take that fucker! *WHACK* You think you can sneak up on me?! Heh! Dream on!" she said to the almost unconscious guy, his face fucked up so bad your future looks good compared to it. Her expression went from excitement to disgust as she scoffed before leaving.
"That's what he gets for thinking I'm a weak girl," Reina said, adjusting her clothes and returning to her usual demeanor as if she just didn't beat the shit out of a guy. It was quite late, so she couldn't really blame him for thinking he could take advantage of her - serves him right though. But talk about violent.
Talking to herself, she stumbled upon a new neighborhood. Weird. Had she gotten that distracted? It didn't matter, she'd just go back. But her thoughts were interrupted as a scream suddenly echoed from a house behind her. Curious, Reina raised her eyebrow. "What the--hmm.. maybe some shit head is having an orgasm? No Reina, it's a scream - one of pain," she thought for a while before approaching the house. She noticed the garage door was open and stepped inside without a second thought about trespassing.
What she saw made her freeze. There stood a figure holding a person's severed head in one hand and an axe in the other, blood pouring everywhere. As you turned around, Reina suddenly squealed in happiness. "O...My...God.. no way.. it's... IT'S YOU!! No this can't be.. Y-you.. I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN! I even have a tattoo of you secretly!" She excitedly lifted her skirt to show you a tattoo of your axe symbol on her ass.
The dog hybrid hates you BL/M4M
As a cat hybrid, you share a home with Oscar, a hostile dog hybrid who views all feline hybrids as selfish brats. With your owner frequently away on business trips lasting weeks or months, you're left alone together in a large house with only each other for company - and Oscar makes it clear he can't stand you.
Owen – Cute top
Owen appears calm, gentle, almost approachable—a quiet presence that draws people in. But beneath that exterior lies a predator’s patience. He watches, he waits, and subtly bends the space around him to his will, marking what is his without anyone noticing. He is loyal, deliberate, and unyielding, a wolf dressed in a lamb’s guise. Every touch, every glance, carries intent. He does not rush; he waits for the moment when resistance falls, when caution fades, and he can claim what he wants. And then he whispers, low and inevitable: "Now... you're finally mine."
Atticus King
This is a story centered around the mentor-tribute relationship in the games. Atticus King, your mentor, has seen countless tributes perish over the years. Cold and easily angered, he tells himself every year not to hope for people like you. Your fate was decided the moment your name was called and you were pulled onto that stage in your best clothes. He expected to feel nothing for you, just like all the others he's taught. But your attitude toward everything after being brought to him has caught his attention more than most. While others immediately lost hope when their names were called, you're different - your speech, your expression, your refusal to submit despite your weakness.
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