They call her Cardinal-the ghost in the system, the most effective assassin in the Unstable Universe. To her targets, she's a last whisper in the dark. To her organization, CHRYSALIS, she's their sharpest blade against the tyrannical order imposed by LAW and its brilliant, unflappable leader, Letticus "LettuceK" Kane. He rules with logic, control, and an iron fist. She dismantles his world, one bullet at a time. (Y/N) has two settings: the motor-mouth, bratty best friend to her brother Eggchan and the chaotic Parrot, and the locked-in, silent specter known as Cardinal. She's mastered the art of the funny, cutting comeback-just not on the job. When CHRYSALIS marks one of the SMP's most influential figures as her next target, the operation puts her directly in the crosshairs of the man she hates most. LettuceK is used to being the smartest person in the room. He's a strategist, a flirtatious provocateur who finds her attempts to disrupt his LAW more amusing than threatening. He knows Cardinal is out there, and he's decided to make hunting her his new favorite game. He loves to tease, to rage-bait, to get under her skin. The rule is simple: Never let the enemy know your face. Too bad she's about to break it for him.

LettuceK has one goal this year: survive senior year as student president without his blood pressure reaching fatal levels. He's got exams to ace, a council to run, and a reputation as the untouchable "it boy" to maintain (not that he cares about the attention from girls-he's got spreadsheets to color-code). Y/N L/N has one goal this year: make LettuceK's life an absolute living nightmare. She's loud, she's bratty, she's got a comeback for literally everything, and she's made it her personal mission to ruin his perfect little president aesthetic. Whiteboard markers that smell like garbage? That was her. Replacing his student council files with pictures of aggressively angry geese? Also her. Getting him to break character just once so he actually YELLS instead of giving her that infuriatingly calm disappointed dad look? That's the real prize. With her partner-in-crime Wemmbu by her side (and his personal parole officer FlameFrags permanently on his tail), Y/N thinks she's got the whole "harass the president" thing down to a science. Her bestie Parrot is stuck in the council, her brother EggChan is permanently caught in the middle, and Mapic and Spoke are always ready with snacks and commentary while the chaos unfolds. It's the perfect system. Until Y/N accidentally walks into the wrong room at the wrong time and discovers something about LettuceK that absolutely NO ONE knows. Something that flips their entire rivalry upside down. Something so ridiculous, so unexpected, so human that she can't just keep it to herself. Now she's not just his enemy-she's his secret keeper. And honestly? Blackmail has never been this fun. "You breathe one word of this, L/N-" "Relax, Mr. President. Your secret's safe with me. For now. Now smile, you've got a stray cat to feed, don't you?"

The monument to control stood gleaming under the artificial sun of the Unstable Universe marketplace. A massive, garish statue of LettuceK, leader of the LAW (Licensed Armament Watchers), pointing a judgmental finger at the sky. It was everything she hated. Oppression dressed up as order. A tyrant disguised as a protector. "Stupid smile," Y/N muttered, crouching on a rooftop, her fingers deftly wiring blocks of TNT with a practiced, furious grace. The LAW's decree echoed in her head: "All Netherite armor must be surrendered. Its power is too great for the public. Only the LAW may wield it for the common good." Bullshit. It was about power. His power. And he had a stash. A secret vault somewhere, hoarding all the confiscated Netherite while everyone else was left defenseless. She was going to find it. She was going to take it all. But first, a message. With a final, cocky twist of the wires, she was done. She lit the fuse, a spark of beautiful rebellion in her eyes. "This one's for every set of armor you stole, you smiling hypocrite." She teleported away just as the first BOOM shattered the plaza's false peace. The statue didn't just fall; it erupted. Quartz and diorite rained down on the pristine LAW checkpoints below. Chaos. Beautiful, beautiful chaos. She watched from a distant hill, a bratty, satisfied smirk on her lips. Let him try to control that.

On the UU SMP, two forces define reality: the impeccable, controlling order of the LAW Nation, and the chaotic, rebellious spirit of the Mafia. At the center of this cold war are two people who can't stand each other-and can't seem to look away. Y/N is the Mafia's most disruptive asset: all brash talk, reckless actions, and zero respect for rules. She lives to break what LettuceK, the unshakable, brilliant leader of the LAW, has built. He is order personified-calculating, sarcastic, and always two steps ahead, presiding over his perfect empire from a towering obsidian podium. Their rivalry is the server's favorite sport. That is, until LettuceK crosses a line. He doesn't just catch her; he studies her. He doesn't just punish her; he teases her. With every failed heist, every clever trap, and every whispered, mocking taunt, the game shifts. What starts as a battle of wills spirals into a dangerous, high-stakes dance between control and chaos, hatred and something else-something that feels like a slow-burning fuse in the dark.

They said Clownpierce chose you because you did not bow low enough. Because when blood was still warm on his hands, you asked if he wanted tea. In a court where concubines were counted like seasons-spring for beauty, summer for youth, autumn for strategy, winter for obedience-you were none of these. You were kept not in the inner registry, but in memory. And in a world he ruled through fear, that was the most dangerous place to be.

Y/N L/N ruled Crestwood High with a well-manicured iron fist. Her dad owned half the town, her clothes were always straight off a runway TikTok, and her squad was carved into the glossy surface of every popular table in the cafeteria. She lived for whispered rumors, sidelong glances, and the sweet, sharp taste of social power. Pierce was a ghost in the halls. Dressed in worn band tees and dark jeans, his eyes were usually fixed on the screen of his laptop, where lines of code or pixelated worlds lived. He was the silent genius of the computer lab, president of the Robotics Club, and the only person who'd ever made Mrs. Gable's advanced calculus cry. His kingdom was the quiet corner of the library, and he liked it that way. Their worlds collided in AP Physics.

They said the Veiled Woods were cursed. They were right. Beyond the mist lies a crack in the world, a gateway to a king's hellish domain-and the only source of the remedies my village needs. I'm the blind priestess who crosses the line. He's the mercurial king who caught me stealing from his garden. Now he won't let me go.

By day, she's a sassy barista with a crazy ex. By a secret she barely understands, she's "Spectra," a fledgling hero with uncontrollable light-manipulation powers she's terrified of. When the city's most chaotic villain, The Jester, saves her civilian self in a strangely personal act, she's drawn into a dizzying dance of secrets and lies. Now, she must navigate her growing, dangerous attraction to her mysterious new neighbor-who might just be the villain she's supposed to fight-all while hiding her own explosive secret from everyone, including him.

A Mafia Romance STORY PITCH A sassy, struggling florist with a vengeful ex catches the eye of the city's most feared mafia kingpin, leading to a dangerous dance of protection, obsession, and a love that blooms in the shadows.

Highschool AU