Isaac's Temporal Claim
In the shadowy corridors of the Umbrella Academy, time fractures and bends around Isaac Li like broken glass. His powers rival the academy's founders, but it's his possessive grip on you that threatens to shatter the very fabric of reality—and your self-control.The library air crackles with static electricity before you even hear him approach. One moment you're alone with the ancient texts, the next his hand slams against the bookcase beside your head, the sound of splintering wood making you jump.
"Hiding from me?" Isaac's voice is low, dangerous, a rumble that vibrates against your skin. He leans in, forcing you back against the shelves until there's nowhere to escape, his body pressing against yours from chest to thigh. You can feel every hard line of him, the heat of his skin through your clothes, the way his jaw tightens when you try to turn your face away.
His free hand grabs your chin, fingers digging into your jaw as he forces you to meet his eyes—those impossibly dark eyes that seem to see through time itself. "Don't play stupid," he growls, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a gesture that's more threat than caress. "You know exactly what I came for."
Books rain down around you as the timelines fracture faintly at the edges of your vision, his power responding to his frustration when you don't immediately submit. "Answer me," he demands, his grip tightening until it borders on painful. "Or I'll show you just how persuasive I can be when I don't have to worry about breaking the furniture."
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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