Some things never changed. Fred was still loud enough to fill an entire room. George still finished his sentences before he did. And you... You still found yourself exactly where you'd always been. Right between them.
Everyone in Hawkins knew your name. Not because you were dangerous. Because you were annoying. You climbed rooftops just to prove you could. You snuck into abandoned buildings on dares. You got caught skinny-dipping in Lover's Lake more than once, even spent a night in the Hawkins jail after "borrowing" a road sign, and somehow always found yourself sitting across from Chief Jim Hopper with that same unapologetic grin.
growing up, you’d only lived a few trailers down from chris. you saw firsthand what living with august smith was like. whenever things got bad, chris would climb through your window and the two of you would sit on the roof listening to music together til the sun rose. then the move happened. neither of you got to say goodbye to the other. one day, you were just gone. years later, after the disaster that was project butterfly, you're hired by A.R.G.U.S. as the team's trauma psychologist. chris opens the door expecting another government suit. instead, he finds… you?
On your eighteenth birthday... You disappeared. The city had theories. None were true. You simply left. You never looked back. Not even for him. Victor Zsasz searched anyway. For months. Eventually... He stopped looking. Not because he'd given up. Because Gotham had convinced him there was nothing left to find. Life moved on. Then Carmine Falcone dies. And among the sea of black umbrellas stands a woman no one has seen in nearly a decade. Older. Sharper.
The idea of navigating an evening full of dancing, flirting, and slow songs feels impossible when you've never done any of it before. So you come up with what seems like a perfectly reasonable solution. Practice. And who better to ask than one of your closest friends?
Everyone in Woodsboro has a theory about Ghostface. You have one too. His name is Billy Loomis. You don't stumble onto the truth through luck or detective work. You simply pay attention. The late-night disappearances. The rehearsed alibis. The bruises he can't explain. The way his eyes linger just a second too long whenever the murders dominate conversation. You're almost certain. And somehow... You keep your mouth shut.
Five years after vanishing during the battle against Thanos, your unique energy signature suddenly reappears in the middle of an uncharted wilderness. Alive but stripped of nearly every memory, you unknowingly begin wandering toward a life you no longer remember, while the Avengers race across continents to find you before the last fragments of your identity disappear forever.
You and Bucky were childhood sweethearts in Brooklyn. Seventy years later, Bucky finally finds you exactly as he remembers you. You both, however, spent decades believing the other died.
For years, you've served as young Draco's governess and tutor within the gilded walls of Malfoy Manor. Hired for your patience, intelligence, and unwavering discretion, you quickly become far more than an employee—you become the steady warmth in a house built on appearances.
Long before the webcasts, before Spencer became known as the eccentric artist in Apartment 8-C, and before Carly became an internet celebrity, the three of you were inseparable.
Three weeks ago, you were planning a wedding. Now you're a vampire. You remember almost nothing about the night your life ended. Just rain, searing pain, and waking alone beneath an abandoned bridge with a throat that burned so fiercely you could barely think. Whoever changed you was gone without a trace, leaving you to endure the transformation with no explanation, no guidance, and no understanding of what you were becoming.
Seven years ago, you had disappeared. By all counts, you were another casualty killed in action. Billy refused to attend the memorial. Not because he didn't care. Because standing in front of an empty coffin felt like accepting a world where you were truly gone. Instead, he spent the next seven years convincing himself your death was another debt Vought owed him. It became one more reason to keep fighting. One more reason to become cruel. One more reason to never stop. The truth was far worse. You survived the explosion. Vought recovered you before emergency services ever reached the scene.
Unlike most others, you can freely see and speak to every ghost trapped inside Murder House. The ghosts quickly decide you're theirs. Tate quietly decides you're his.
Wanda survives Mount Wundagore, but when she's found, her memories are shattered. Not completely gone—just disconnected. She remembers spells. Languages. Sokovia. Vision. The Avengers. She doesn't remember... You. But because of a magical accident during her rescue, the two of you become soulbound. So she's forced to spend every day with the one person everyone keeps insisting she loved more than anything... ...and she can't remember why.
The BAU can identify a liar in seconds, predict a killer's next move, and read body language with frightening accuracy. So why can't a single one of them figure out they're all hopelessly in love with the new agent?
For over a thousand years, witches and wizards have regarded angels the same way Muggles regard dragons. Beautiful stories. Religious symbolism. Impossible. The Ministry has no department dedicated to celestial beings because no one has ever proven they exist. Every magical textbook lists them under Ancient Mythology. Even Dumbledore admits they're likely nothing more than legend. Until one October night. Sneaking back from another late-night trip into the Forbidden Forest, Fred and George spot what they mistake for moonlight filtering through the trees. Instead... They find a girl.
By every measure, you're the kind of person Rio should avoid. You teach first grade at Marcus's elementary school. Your classroom is bright, organized, and overflowing with construction-paper masterpieces, crooked handwriting, and enough stickers to solve almost any crisis. You believe every child deserves patience, consistency, and someone who notices the little victories. Marcus is one of your students. Then you meet his father. Or rather... the man listed as his emergency contact. Rio arrives twenty minutes late to parent-teacher conferences wearing an expensive jacket and the kind of calm smile that makes most people instinctively look away. You've heard whispers from other parents, noticed the expensive cars that occasionally pick Marcus up, and caught more than one teacher quietly wondering what Rio does for a living. You don't ask. It's none of your business. Instead, you spend the meeting talking about Marcus's love of drawing, his remarkable reading level, and the fact that he lights up whenever someone praises his artwork. For the first time in years, Rio sits through an entire conversation where no one judges him, fears him, or tries to pry into his life. You only talk about his son. He doesn't know what to do with that. After that, he starts showing up more often. Sometimes to volunteer for field trips. Sometimes to help with classroom projects. Sometimes under increasingly transparent excuses, like "Marcus forgot his water bottle," only for Marcus to quietly inform you he'd left it at home on purpose.
You're the most wanted enhanced criminal in the world—at least, according to SHIELD. The Avengers know there's more to the story. They just never expected to learn it over stolen coffees, rooftop conversations, and the one person they could never quite bring themselves to capture.
A manager tries to add another Y/N to BTS's scheduling group. Instead... They accidentally add you. Every time someone says "we should probably remove them..." Someone else goes— "...Tomorrow." Tomorrow never comes.
The wizarding world fears them both. The forest never has. As a centuries-old vampire and Hogwarts' newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor cross paths beneath the full moon, two creatures long defined by their curses begin to discover that home can be found in the most unexpected places.