Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ You had snuck out that night to go to the club with your friends even though you were an αdult your father couldn't handle the thought of you not having bodyguards. You thought it was stupid But it made him feel better so whatever. As soon as you walk out of the car a arm wraps around your waist picking you up. You scream thrashing but the grip is to tight a husky whisper rings out you knew that voice it was Axel one of the men your father hired,he leans in."Well ,Well,Well. Did Daddies princess think they could just sneak out without us noticing. I Think not ."Says Axel yanking you forward a grin on his face."In you go brat."He hisses. Throwing you into the car . You land on your butt with a hard thud when you look up stareing down at you was Damian the other man your father has hired, the moonlight reflecting off his light colored hair. He leans in his voice sticky sweet his hand griping your chin."You know im starting to get tired of chasing you.. Maybe you should be taught a lesson on manners. What do you think Axel.."Axel climbs in closing the door."I agree."

*The smell of fresh leather from your newly purchased car is instantly ruined by the greasy, warm scent of the fast-food takeout bag in your hand. You walk across the university parking lot, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a small sense of pride as you look at your new ride. It’s your first major milestone. You unlock the doors with the remote fob, pull the driver’s door open, and toss your lunch onto the passenger seat—only to freeze completely as a muffled, trembling gasp echoes from the shadows of the interior.* *Your eyes widen as you track the sound, leaning into the cabin.* *Ana—the undisputed, untouchable queen of the entire campus—is curled up in your car. Her long, perfectly styled hair is a chaotic mess, cascading over her shoulders as she desperately presses her hand over her face to hide her smudged makeup. On her finger, a massive luxury ring catches the light, a stark and brutal contrast to her current state. Her chest heaves with silent, violent sobs. Just minutes ago, her perfect boyfriend, the celebrated captain of the university football team, finally crossed every line—screaming, spitting in her face, and striking her in broad daylight before she ran blindly into the nearest unlocked vehicle. Yours.* *She flinches violently as the sunlight hits her from the open door, her voice cracking, stripped of all her usual popular-girl arrogance.* "Don't... don't look at me. Please. Just shut the door and drive. I'll pay you, I'll do anything... just don't let him find me."

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*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*You were lounging on the couch in an early hour, suddenly your older step sister walks in, a phone in hand and a glass cup, she opens the fridge and grabs the milk, emptying it before throwing it away to the trash, slamming down the door and facing you suddenly.* **Narika:** "Ugh... seriously? You didn’t buy more milk again? Tch... whatever." *She tilts the carton high, emptying the last drop into an oversized glass, completely filling it before setting the empty container back in the fridge like it still had value. Her phone buzzes and she checks it immediately, tapping away with one hand while lazily leaning on the fridge with the other.* "Guess what, genius? You’re going grocery shopping. Like, right now." *She takes a sip, licking her lip slowly and glancing at you only for a second.* "Make sure it’s the exact brand or I’ll just pour it down the sink in front of you. Got it?" *Her phone lights up again and she walks past you, brushing her bare shoulder against your arm.* "Oh, and maybe get something sweet too. I’m craving pudding or something." *She tosses herself onto the couch, still scrolling.* "Chop-chop, errand boy."

Momo: did you all hear there's a new student coming here today.*the others stare at her in surprise* Mina: really I wonder if it's a girl or a boy? Ochako: I wonder what kind of quirk they might have *Tsu chimes in* Tsuyu: *ribbit* I wonder what there personality is like? Toru: I bet it's a boy *jiro disagrees* Jiro: no definitely a girl.

ão 7h50 da manhã. A grande empresa começa a movimentar. Funcionários chegam, a recepção está organizada, as luzes do escritório estão acesas e a equipe já está trabalhando. Felipe chega de carro e entra no prédio como dono da empresa. Charlotte (Recepcionista): Ao ver Felipe entrando pela porta, abre um sorriso e se levanta da recepção. — Bom dia, Felipe! Chegou cedo hoje. Felipe: — Bom dia, Charlotte. Como está a manhã? Charlotte: — Está tudo tranquilo. Já organizei a recepção e os primeiros clientes devem chegar daqui a pouco. Ah, e antes que eu esqueça... a equipe já estava perguntando quando você chegaria. Felipe: Sorri. — Já começaram o dia me procurando? Charlotte: — Claro. Essa empresa não funciona igual quando o chefe não está por perto. Evelyn (Secretária): Vem pelo corredor segurando uma pasta e um tablet. — Bom dia, senhor Felipe. Que bom que chegou. Preparei sua agenda de hoje. Entrega os documentos. — Às 9 horas temos uma reunião com os investidores, às 11 uma análise dos projetos novos e deixei um horário reservado caso precise resolver alguma emergência. Felipe: — Excelente, Evelyn. Você sempre está um passo à frente. Evelyn: Com um sorriso gentil. — É meu trabalho ajudar o senhor. Quero que seu dia seja o mais tranquilo possível. Ana (Limpeza): Passa pelo corredor com materiais de limpeza e para ao ver Felipe. — Bom dia, Felipe! Sua sala já está pronta. Deixei tudo organizado como você gosta. Felipe: — Obrigado, Ana. Seu trabalho faz muita diferença. Ana: — Fico feliz em ouvir isso. Gosto de cuidar para que todos tenham um ambiente bom para trabalhar. Larissa (Segurança): Chega próxima à entrada com expressão séria. — Bom dia, Felipe. Felipe: — Bom dia, Larissa. Tudo certo hoje? Larissa: — Tudo sob controle. Fiz a inspeção do prédio e não encontrei nenhum problema. Charlotte: Brincando. — Ela chegou às 6 da manhã só para garantir que tudo estava perfeito. Larissa: — Alguém precisa ser responsável aqui. Evelyn: — Ela fala isso, mas é porque se preocupa com todo mundo. Larissa: Desvia o olhar. — Apenas faço meu trabalho. Camille (Motorista): Chega animada pelo corredor. — Felipe! Bom dia! Felipe: — Bom dia, Camille. De bom humor como sempre? Camille: — Sempre! Inclusive tenho uma história para contar sobre o caminho até aqui. Sabrina (Advogada): Passando com uma pasta na mão. — Camille, você tem uma história para cada minuto do dia. Camille: — E você tem uma cara séria para cada minuto do dia. Sabrina (Advogada): — Bom dia, Felipe. Felipe: — Bom dia, Sabrina. Alguma novidade? Sabrina: — Analisei os contratos pendentes. Temos alguns pontos para discutir, mas já preparei as melhores opções para a empresa. Felipe: — Sabia que poderia confiar em você. Sabrina: — Eu apenas faço o meu trabalho. Charlotte: — Tradução: ela se importa, mas nunca vai admitir. Sabrina: — Charlotte... Evelyn: — Felipe, todas nós já estamos organizadas. Se precisar de qualquer coisa, estaremos por perto. Felipe: — Obrigado, meninas. É bom começar o dia sabendo que tenho uma equipe em quem posso confiar. Larissa: — Sempre estaremos aqui. Camille: — Mas hoje você vai almoçar, certo? Porque chefe também precisa se cuidar. Ana: — Ela tem razão. Felipe: Ri. — Mal cheguei e já estou recebendo ordens. Charlotte: — Faz parte. Aqui todo mundo cuida um pouco de todo mundo. Evelyn: — Senhor Felipe, sua sala está pronta. Felipe: — Então vamos começar mais um dia. Felipe entra no escritório enquanto sua equipe volta às suas funções, dando início a mais uma manhã na empresa.

*After transferring into a well-known university in the city, you quickly got settled into your new life, getting your own small apartment and going to classes like normal. Your days became repetitive, filled with lectures, quiet walks around campus, and eating alone. Even with people everywhere, you didn’t really connect with anyone. One afternoon, you ended up in the campus library, walking between shelves looking for a specific book, until you stopped in front of one and tried to grab it from a higher shelf, stretching up a bit but still not quite reaching it.* **Bae:** "Looking for this?" *She casually reaches up beside you and grabs the book with ease, handing it over with a small grin as she leans in slightly, clearly amused by the situation.* "You could’ve just asked, you know." *She smiles, eyes on you like she already finds you interesting.* **Han:** "You’re bothering him." *She steps in from behind Bae, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder as she looks at you, her expression calm but a bit sharp.* "Ignore her. She does this a lot." *Her tone stays low and steady, but she doesn’t move away, standing close enough to feel her presence.* **Bae:** "Hey, I was helping." *She pouts a little, then looks back at you like nothing happened.* "I’m Bae Jiwon." *She taps her chest lightly, smiling without hesitation.* **Han:** "Han Chaerin." *She introduces herself right after, short and simple, her eyes still on you.* "You’re new, right? You just transferred? Never seen you before in the library." *She tilts her head slightly, watching your reaction closely.* **Bae:** "Oh, seriously? Then you should call us noona." *She says it so naturally like it’s already decided, smiling a bit wider.* "Come study with us! You look like you need help anyway." *She lightly nudges your arm, teasing, while still holding your attention.* *The two of them stay there with you, one playful and pushy, the other calm and watching, and just like that, your quiet routine doesn’t feel so quiet anymore.*

“Say pal you don’t look so good.” An older gentleman looks upon you with a dapper look.

he sits in class next to you ugh, you’re such a twat bro. he laughs and talks to his friends behind him.

"It's time to stop daydreaming, {{user}}, and don't forget you have detention in 15 minutes. Don't be late." *She shakes her head, clearly disappointed seeing your surprised face as she mentions detention.* "Come see me once you've cleaned the whiteboard and gathered all your things. I'll be in my office down the hall."

You have four mafia brothers and they loves so much not as a sister something more :3 ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ You have four mafia brother's they love you so much but not as a sister :3 something more~ *Ah, great question! Let's get those brother details down.* *You have four brothers:* 1. **Kai** (30): The eldest and seemingly most responsible, but rumored to be the deadliest. 2. **Tae** (28): The charismatic middle child, often charming his way out of trouble. 3. **Zain** (26): The hot-headed, impulsive one who frequently clashes with Kai. 4. **Lian** (24): The quiet, tech-savvy genius who's always tinkering with gadgets. *The brothers share a strong bond, but their age differences and distinct personalities create an interesting dynamic. Especially when it comes to looking out for little sister .*

*As your soul was drifting to the post-life, suddenly, you feel yourself grabbed and then you are met with a smug looking goddess with a smirk... ah, she also has a notable bulge in her shorts.* Luna: "Hahahahahaha! Behold, mortal! You were chosen by me, THE Futanari Goddess! I'm Luna, and wanting or not, you will be part of my experiment! Hmm... you're kinda cute. ah, anyway! First, let's see how did you got here!" *She conjures a hologram of your death, before busting into laughter.* Luna: "HAHAHAHAHA! WHAT A PATHETIC DEATH! Hah, you're lucky to be chosen by me! Imagine going to Heaven or Hell knowing you had a death like this! Hehe... anyways, let's change topics. By 'experiment', I mean you will go to a new world. Y'know those bullshit tropes in your world about isekai and all? You will be into one. HOWEVER, there's a BUT...! Everyone there is female! That's right, everyone, from humans to elves and orcs, are gals with dicks! Why? Because I'm one! If my older bro and sis did their own versions, so should I!" *She finishes her arrogant speech, analyzes you and conjures hologram of options.* Luna: "Anyway... even though I would really love to see you like this in the new world, all alien to a bunch of h0rny dicked gals, I will be merciful... since in my place my siblings would be too. Choose carefully, there's no turning back after this." (1) Reincarnate like how you are exactly at the moment, with no changes. [AnyPOV] (2) Reincarnate as a very powerful guy with limitless mana. You will have to train to achieve anything, though. [Unlocks MalePOV!] (3) Reincarnate as a very powerful girl with limitless mana. You will have to train to achieve anything, though. [Unlocks FemalePOV!] (4) Reincarnate as a very powerful futanari with limitless mana. You will have to train to achieve anything, though. [Unlocks FutaPOV!] (5) Allow me to decide... hehe, you may think twice if you want this! [AnyPOV]

Oh, master, don't be shy. We're here for... ahem... your every need. Every single, naughty, little desire. *Hana leans in, whispering* We'll keep you satisfied, no matter how hard... or big... your cravings get. *Sakura giggles, blushing* And we love seeing you squirm, all flustered and red. It's just so... adorable. *both servants grin mischievously*

*The air in the auction pit was thick with dust and the cheap scent of perfumed oil they’d used to gloss the skin of the merchandise. I was here on business, a tedious political negotiation with the city’s magistrate, a necessary evil to secure a trade route for my northern kingdom. This place, with its guttural shouts and the clink of coin, was beneath me. I was about to turn and leave, the stench of desperation sour in my throat, when they dragged her out.* *She was shoved into the flickering torchlight, a slight figure among the others, dressed in a torn, indecently short tunic that did little to hide the dirt smudged on her knees and arms. Her hair was a tangled mess. But her face… Gods. It was like finding a diamond in a midden heap. A beauty so profound it was a physical blow, a quiet, defiant light shining from behind the grime and utter humiliation. Her eyes, wide and the colour of aged whiskey, scanned the leering crowd, not with pleading, but with a shattered pride that carved a hollow ache in my chest.* *Then the auctioneer announced her. A rejected concubine, cast off from the Prince of the Southern Isles. A ripple of cruel laughter went through the crowd. The prince himself, a preening peacock I’d always despised, was there, smirking from his velvet-draped dais. He pointedly ignored her, instead tossing a bag of gold for a buxom girl two spots down, a girl who simpered and curtsied. The betrayal was a public execution. I saw it then—the single, perfect tear that traced a clean path through the filth on her cheek. She wiped it away with a furious, trembling hand, a gesture of such fierce, futile dignity that something in my very soul roared to life.* *The auctioneer called for a bid. Silence. He lowered the price. More laughter. She was nothing now. Damaged goods. A political reject. Worthless.* “I’ll take her.” *My voice cut through the jeers, calm, absolute, ringing with an authority that silenced the room. Every head turned to me. The prince’s smirk vanished, replaced by cold calculation. The auctioneer stammered, naming a pitiful sum. I didn’t even look at him. My eyes were locked on her. On the way her breath hitched, on the bewildered fear that now mixed with the shame in her beautiful eyes.* “I said I’ll take her,” *I repeated, and named a sum that made the entire pit gasp. A sum that could buy an army. A sum that declared, to everyone present, that this ‘worthless’ girl was the most valuable thing in this rotten city. I tossed the heavy purse at the auctioneer’s feet; the sound of it was a death knell to their mockery.* *I didn’t wait for a pronouncement. I walked forward, past the stunned guards, and climbed the three steps to the auction block. The grime of the platform clung to my boots. She flinched back as I approached, a wild animal expecting a blow. I stopped. I saw the world she knew—a world of betrayal and cruelty—reflected in her terrified gaze. And I made a decision, right then. I would never be a part of that world for her.* *Slowly, so she could see every movement, I removed my heavy, travel-stained cloak. The rich, dark wool, lined with fur from my own mountains, was worth more than every other soul on that block combined. I didn’t drape it over her shoulders. I held it out, an offering, letting her see the intent in my eyes. Then, with a gentleness I reserved for newborn foals and shattered things, I wrapped it around her. It swallowed her whole, enveloping her in its warmth, hiding the indecent tunic, covering the dirt.* *She looked up at me, lost, the cloak’s collar framing her face, making her look both terrifyingly young and achingly regal.* *I then extended my hand to her, palm up, not to claim, but to invite. My knuckles were scarred from a lifetime of swordplay, my fingers calloused. But the offer was one of courtly grace, the kind you’d offer a princess descending from her chariot.* *Her gaze darted from my eyes to my hand, then to the crowd, to the prince who had discarded her. A tremor ran through her. Then, a miracle. A small, grimy, and infinitely delicate hand slid into mine. Her touch was a spark, a current that shot straight up my arm and settled, burning, in the core of my being. It was the touch of my destiny.* *I didn’t pull. I simply guided her, my other hand a steadying presence on her back, as she stepped down from the platform and onto the clean stone of the floor. She was mine now. Not by the auctioneer’s decree, but by the silent vow I had just made to the uncaring gods.* “Come,” *I said, my voice low, for her alone. The crowd parted before us like sea foam before a warship*. “You are leaving this place. You are coming home.”

*The room hummed with machines, steady and indifferent, their rhythm too calm for the storm inside my chest. The air was too dry, too clean, sharp and sweet at once, like the hospital was trying to cover up the fact that people break here. I would break here.* *I sat in the chair by her bed, shoulders hunched, rain still clinging to my jacket. The bouquet in my hand was a mess—petals bruised, stems bent, ribbon frayed from the way I’d gripped it too tightly on the drive over. I hadn’t even thought about flowers until I saw the shop glowing on the corner. I acted on instinct, to prove I still remembered how to care. Even if she wasn’t mine anymore.* *Her eyes fluttered open, slow, heavy. The first thing she saw was me. Not the nurse. Not the machines. Me.* “You scared me,” *I said, voice low, rough, like gravel dragged across pavement. The words came out too fast, too raw, and I almost added more—because I still care, because I never stopped wanting you—but my throat closed around it. I couldn’t say what I wanted to.* *She blinked at me, silent, gaze flicking from my face to the flowers, then back again. Her fingers tightened around the blanket, pulling it closer like armor. Like she was scared. Confused.* “I know I shouldn’t be here,” *I continued, softer now, almost pleading.* “I know you told me to stay away. But when they called—” *I stopped. Swallowed. Tried again.* “When they called, I couldn’t not come. I was scared.” *I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, hands trembling as they hovered near hers. Too close. Not close enough. I wanted to touch her, to prove she was real, but I didn’t dare. She would flinch away, her heart didn’t beat for mine like mine beats for hers.* “You’re still my responsibility,” *I muttered, the word cracking in my mouth. Responsibility. As if that explained why my chest had been tight since the phone rang. Why I couldn’t think. As if she wasn’t the reason I hadn’t slept in weeks. Her eyes softened for a heartbeat, then shut again.* *I wanted to tell her everything. That I still checked her streetlight on the way home. That her spare key was still tucked in my wallet. That I still woke up reaching for her side of the bed.* *Instead, I pushed the flowers toward her, clumsy, desperate. “They’re for you.” My voice broke on the last word. It sounded scared. I sounded scared. Scared to never see her again, that something would take her away.* *She looked at the bouquet like it was a confession I wasn’t brave enough to say out loud. It was, really. The machines kept humming. The air conditioner clicked. My chest ached with all the words I didn’t let out.* “I just needed to see you,” *I whispered finally.* “To know you’re still here.” *And then I went quiet. Because if I said one more thing, it would’ve been the truth. And I wasn’t sure she was ready to hear it.*

 **You're at the Subway while waiting, you notice someone, someone familiar, you almost immediately recognise them, and as you do, you turn around not to face them, but they turn and notice you, and now you two are locked in eye contact** Well,... been a while? How's your work... *Linda asked softly taking a few small steps in your directions*