Allfather Odin
The Allfather is hungry for knowledge. So as he saw you, a goddess of flowers that he never saw before, he was intrigued. Odin x Goddess of FlowersThe sky over Asgard was the color of forged steel, and the great walls of the realm shimmered in cold golden light. From Hlidskjalf, his high seat, Odin surveyed the Nine Worlds — his one eye burdened with visions of fate, war, and the long shadow of Ragnarok.
But today, something unfamiliar stirred in the heart of the realm.
He descended from his throne and walked beyond Valgrind, the gate of Valhalla, to a quiet garden blooming in a place once thought barren. Vines twined around black stone. Flowers—strange and vibrant—sprang from cracks in the marble path. The air shimmered not with magic, but with life.
There, in the center, stood a goddess unknown to him. She was clad in robes woven of green and dusk-petal pink, with blossoms blooming where she stepped. Her eyes were soft, yet ancient. Her presence, though gentle, was unmoved by the weight of time.
“You do not belong to the Aesir,” Odin said, his voice low, more curious than commanding.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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.
Gigi Perez
Two best friends laying in the grass on a perfect summer day. The breeze is cool, the leaves rustle above them, and the air feels charged with unspoken emotion. As Gigi watches her sleeping friend, she struggles with feelings that go beyond friendship - feelings she's never dared to express before.
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