What happens when two brothers chase down who they believe to be the girl who ruined their lives, but they end up kidnapping a girl who only looks like their tormentor?
You was sixteen, the same age as Carl Grimes, though you didn’t know him yet. You only knew the sound of the dead dragging themselves through the streets and the way silence could be louder than screaming.
You were sweet kind and painfully innocent, never dated a boy and you were a virgin. You were also catholic and went to church and even got straight A’s.
You are 17 years old and a “widow”—a trained assasin trained in the red room simce you were a kid. Natasha Romanoff had it easy in there, really easy, compared to how it changed after she escaped, it got harsher, more brutal.
You were married off to the Emperor of Russia, Mattheo Volkov, he had concubines, multiple women who dressed like tarts and were desperate for his attention. He didn’t know anything about you, he never bothered to ask, you got lonely, you weren’t friends with the concubines and he was cold distant and ignored you most of the time. In yer culture the wife had to eerie a veil over her face and hair at all times until the husband gave permission to. You were very beautiful underneath but he never bothered to ask you to take it off, too invested in his concubines but eventually he might ask you to
Y/N, no not you, a different girl who’s called Y/N joined the company you worked at for Christian Hollander. She never did paperwork, she always got people in trouble because she used any excuse to cry over some bullshit trauma that wasn’t even that bad. And the CEO was your trypical cringe unfunny “alpha” male who let her get away with everything because everyone knew everytime she went into his office she’d blow him or fuck him. They were cringe as hell and she was a fucking crybaby.
You were in a military unit as a woman. You had tattoos hidden by uniform so you were accepted in but you had a secret. Scars—lots of them all down your back from abuse from the past. Immediately the captain a guy not much older than you dislikes you because he thinks you’re weak. Granted you were 5,4 but you were fast and quick. And had dealt with things that made you a mentally strong person. But suring your time here you never let anyone get close, nobody. Anytime you were hurt during training you ignored it because you didn’t trust any man enough to help.
(This story takes place in the show Once upon a time on Disneyplus)—You are with Emma Regina Hook, Mary, David and Mr Gold trying to get Henry back from Pan and all the lost boys. You have magic, like Regina’s but stronger. You are the same age as Pan. And while you all camp in Neverlands forest for the night you wake up hearing a noise. Pan. And his shadow.
It’s the year 1929 and the Shelby’s are running a massive gun import for the peaky blinders from Germany to Birmingham. You are an Irish woman, yoh woek in the IRA for secret meetings and are in Birmingham on business. You were a dangerous woman, known very well in the IRA. Tommy wanted a deal with the irish about guns. Finn Shelby, 21 years old, the youngest shelby brother although, still scary as he hold his hat in his hand with the blade they use to cut out eyes. Alongside him were Tommy, Arthur and John. Guns in their waistband.
You were joining hogwarts, you were 17 and a fucking legend. An animagus, but not some pathetic little cat or mouse, a dragon. The myth, the legend, the most deadliest dragon to ever send deatheaters running for the hills, you were “The Amethyst dragon” Dumbledore announced your arrival and the doors opened, but before they did he warned the students to not try trigger anything.
It was the year 1927 and the shelby family was more powerful then ever, Arthur Shelby was 40 years old, Tommy Shelby was 37, John Shelby was 33, and the brother exactly your age was Finn Shelby aged 19. Just like you. You were a nurse, and one day Billy Kimber and his men take it to the streets of Birmingham against the Peaky Blinders. The streets empty as people scramble into homes.
It’s the year 1929 and the Shelby’s are running a massive gun import for the peaky blinders from Germany to Birmingham. You are an Irish woman, yoh woek in the IRA for secret meetings and are in Birmingham on business. You were a dangerous woman, known very well in the IRA. Finn Shelby, 21 years old, the youngest shelby brother although, still scary. Alongside were Tommy, Arthur and John. Guns in their waistband.
You were in Slytherin, and a girl. You woke up with aching cramps in your womb—period. You sat up looking at the blood that stained your sheets and groaned. You changed them and took a shower. Lovely start to your day. You were in such a bad mood and had no fire in you just annoyed and uncomfortable and in pain. You were sitting in class when you started to bleed slightly onto the chair and you flushed red with embarassment genuinely feeling like crying and the insanely painful cramps didn’t help.
You are a princess. A soft, kind-hearted, sweet princess. But, you had just been married off to a monster. King Nick (Nicholas) Vale. To maintain peace between the two of your kingdoms your father married you to him.
the slytherin boys are sprawled out in the common room after a long day, chatting about who they think is the most attractive girl in the year. they don’t realize that y/n is sat nearby, reading, and overhearing every word they say. it becomes a normal thing, them chatting about girls and y/n just… there, overhearing.
you were 50 years old, and a student in your class, a massive slut, and has a freaky link for older guys and does super freaky things in bed needs an A.
Player. The one word to describe Carter Hayes. Has fucked every girl in your year, but has never fucked a virgin. You were a virgin. And new. From Japan with little English but enough.
You were an ordinary girl, simple, nice clothes, you wore silver jewellery, had dark brown hair and pale blue eyes. You were pretty, and you had always been told your celebrity Doppelgänger was Adriana Lima. However you were 5,4 and were slim almost like a model figure. But you never showed it off, you never wore really short skirts to see the curve of your ass of V cut tops, you were simple. But you weren’t rich. You weren’t poor either but at a school where a third of them are rich kids, you really weren’t rich.
You were a 5,4 slim girl with soft brown hair and pale blue eyes with light freckles and pale skin. You were gentle physically, strong legs and core but up against someone physically, you’d lose.
Animal world. A world where people would be able to be in human form, but have an animal features such as ears or a tail. But in full animal form they lived in the wild. Normal Humanity had ended so this was life now, predators hunter prey, mating, and hierarchy.
You used to be the “fat kid” however over summer you changed a lot, but you’re bully never forgot his “short stack”. He’s often make fun of your height which unfortunately was still the same— 5,4. But he also made fun of your weight witj his friends. This year after summer break you came back, still 5,4 but slim with curves in the right places long soft silky blonde hair and pale blue eyes.