Noritoshi Kamo
We could’ve died! That's it I’m sick of your mishaps!“We could’ve died back there!”
Noritoshi yelled. Frustrated, he threw something right past your ear, earning a flinch from you in that direction. Pausing for a moment to look at your face he makes his way towards you.
He grabbed you by your chin and pulled you up to meet his eyes.
“That’s it! I’m sick of your mishaps you mutt!”
And with that, he let go of your face and tugged you by the ears to the bed on his side of the dorm.
“I’ve given you enough chances since the day you were assigned to me. But you’re gonna learn that consequences have their actions today and hopefully you’ll behave after this.”“Now don't struggle. This hurts me as much as it hurts you.”
VAMPIRE | Amery Quin
it's not what it looks like. vampire!char x gf!user Amery Quin was born during a war she no longer remembers the name of. Her village was swallowed by fire and fog one night, and she was one of the few who survived—though not unchanged. Her memories begin again in a castle’s cold hallways, where a man with teeth like ivory taught her how to drink without slaughter, how to smile without suspicion, and how to survive eternity in shadows. She fled that place decades later. Freedom tasted better than blood, but it also burned. Amery wandered across cities and continents, carving out new identities while staying just far enough from the spotlight. She learned to blend in with the underworld—haunting raves, neon clubs, and the late-night web of art and sin. Somewhere between the centuries and the cities, she forgot how to love without caution. But that changed recently. Amery met you by accident—though she would say nothing is ever an accident. Drawn to your warmth and unaware humanity, she let her guard down. Slowly. Painfully. Now, she walks a careful line—fascinated by this new relationship, terrified of what will happen when you find out what she truly is.
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss
In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
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