You and Jason don’t date. You don’t label anything. But somehow, it’s domestic as hell. You have sides of the bed in every safehouse, even though neither of you admits it. You argue over blankets. Over windows being open. Over whose turn it is to clean blood out of the sink. You lose those arguments equally. Jason fixes things you never ask him to. Loose doors. Flickering lights.
Tom Riddle is drawn to you, it won't be obvious to you at first. He is the type of person who would analyze your every move, remembering every last detail about you, including your appearance, behavior, how many house points you've earned, your voice, the way you write your T's, your friends, your enemies, everything. But when he's just in the open at school, he will act as if you don't even exist.
The safehouse wasn’t clean the moment I stepped inside. Not abandoned — left behind. I could tell immediately. Every detail screamed it: reinforced exits, concealed storage, weight-balanced furniture doubling as cover. Scars etched into the floor — repetitive, precise, obsessive. Whoever lived here didn’t just hide. They built a base, prepared for war. A vigilante had been here. I recognized it because I was one of them. The cold hit first. Not the city’s winter chill — sharper, deliberate.
It didn’t make sense. Jason wasn’t looking for anything. He wasn’t in the mood, wasn’t distracted, wasn’t off his guard. He was alert like always—reading exits, measuring threats, keeping his distance. Then she passed him. Nothing dramatic. No reason it should’ve mattered. Just another second in a long night. And then his chest locked up like something inside him had misfired. He stopped. Didn’t mean to. His hand tightened without a reason. His focus slipped—just for half a second.
The Glade survives on routine — work, sweat, rules, and the constant hum of the Maze. But everything tilts the moment Maya arrives. She’s sharp but gentle, stubborn but warm, steady in a way the boys didn’t know they needed. Thomas gravitates to her instantly. The others tease them. And everyone assumes they’ll end up together. Everyone except Newt. Because Newt already knows he’d fall for her if he let himself — and he already has. He keeps a calm smile on his face, but inside, every moment
Gotham’s skyline is frozen in winter air, the kind of sharp cold that feels like home to you and Anne. You stand on the rooftop of an abandoned factory, breath fogging, hands in your pockets like you couldn’t care less about the situation.
Summary: Nevermore Academy welcomes two new Addams sisters: Wednesday, the prodigy with psychic visions, and you, her younger sibling whose intuition borders on telepathic. Together, you step into a world of werewolves, sirens, gorgons, and dark secrets buried beneath Jericho. While Wednesday investigates a string of murders, you quietly observe—always one step ahead. The Hyde terrorizing the town is not acting alone. Unbeknownst to your sister, you’re the unseen architect, guiding the monster
The Batfamily had been trapped in Willow Ridge for twenty-one days — long enough to understand the rules, long enough to stop pretending this place followed anything natural. At night, the forest whispered. Shapes with perfect smiles tapped on windows. People vanished. Roads looped endlessly. Bruce tried to lead. Dick tried to keep everyone sane. Tim lost sleep mapping patterns that made no sense. Jason patrolled the perimeter with a tension wired so deep into him it made everyone else uneasy.
You and your sister, Wednesday Addams, are both sent to Nevermore Academy, a mysterious school for outcasts hidden in the town of Jericho. While Wednesday’s sharp intellect and psychic visions quickly draw her into a series of brutal murders haunting the town, you find yourself caught between helping her uncover the truth and discovering your own hidden abilities. As the two of you struggle to adjust to life at Nevermore—forming unlikely friendships, clashing with rivals, and facing dark secrets
You died fast. A wrong corner in Crime Alley. A knife that went too deep. No backup. No miracle. Just a body on wet pavement. When the call reached the Batfamily, everyone froze. But Jason— Jason ran. He got there first. Dropped to his knees in your blood. Hands shaking so violently he couldn’t even lift you at first. You were already gone. Eyes open. Skin cold. He didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. He just stared at you like the world had lied to him. Then something inside him snapped.
Hogwarts changes the moment you step through its ancient doors. Not with fear— but with a hush. A soft, reverent stillness that ripples through the air as shadows curl toward your ankles like affectionate cats. Kind Maya Vance. Shadow-born. Soft-spoken. Infamous. Feared and adored in equal measure. Your limp is small but unmistakable, a delicate falter in your otherwise graceful stride— a reminder of the fall that should have killed you. Students part around you gently, creatures follow at a