Characterstudy Stories

[Ayanokouji in Class A] He is a monster on parole, granted a single chance at freedom. She is a queen whose crusade has lost its meaning. For Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, placed in the top-ranked Class A, the only goal is to remain perfectly still. His three-year mission is simple: perform the role of an ordinary student under the constant watch of an observer that fears him. Prove he is no longer a weapon, and he will earn a life. But his performance is immediately complicated by two forces: Sakayanagi Arisu, the daughter of his warden, a rival who seeks to shatter his peaceful façade and expose the masterpiece she knows is hidden beneath. And Morishita Ai, a social anomaly who offers him a dangerous form of sanctuary. The chance to be manipulated, a role he must play to prove his humanity. In a school designed to measure potential, he must hide his. In a world that demands change, the most terrifying thing you can do is refuse.

[BOOK 2 OF THE SEVENTH CHAIR DUOLOGY] (Please read Book 1 first to understand the heartbreak) Kim Jiwon (Liz) spent eleven months in Jeju learning how to turn her heart into stone. When she finally returns to the IVE dormitory, she brings a winter so cold it freezes the air in the room. The "Seventh Chair" is gone. In her place is someone quieter-wrapped in a gray hoodie, behind a locked door, speaking with a politeness that keeps everyone at a careful distance. Rei is desperate to fix what she broke. She returns with apologies, shared memories, and the hope that some doors never truly close. But harbors don't wait for ships that chose to sail away. As the World Tour approaches, the pressure mounts. Liz is fighting on two fronts: the ghosts of a love that never learned how to stay, and a body pushed to its limits, forced to remember how to move, how to sing, how to exist in the light again. She believes survival means numbness. She believes endurance means standing alone. But in the quiet corners of the practice room, in the pauses between songs and the silence of late-night van rides, someone else is watching. Someone who never wanted to be the sun-only the ground beneath her feet. Someone who has been there since the beginning, waiting without demanding. Winter does not last forever. And when the ice finally cracks, the question is no longer who she loves- but who stays.

Kim Jiwon (Liz) has always known the difference between burning and resting. Jang Wonyoung is the Sun-brilliant, scorching, and impossible to ignore. And Naoi Rei is the moth drawn to that flame, forever chasing a heat that burns her. And Liz? Liz is the shade. She is the quiet room, the soft vinyl crackle, and the safe harbor where Rei retreats when the sun becomes too overwhelming. Liz built a life out of being Rei's "Home", believing that comfort could eventually turn into passion. She believed that if she offered enough warmth, she could make the traveler stay. But she learned the cruelest anatomy of love: you cannot force a heart to beat for a home it only uses for sleep. This is not a story about getting the girl. This is a story about the girl who sits in the seventh chair-silent, empty, and waiting-and learning that being a place to rest is a tragedy only if you let it break you.

*****A gothic Wednesday AU***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on silence. Pressed uniforms. Polished stone. Perfect control. And something ancient buried far beneath its halls. When a student collapses mid-class with glowing sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists the situation is contained. The students don't believe them. Thorn Rosales, a half-vampire psychic known for trouble, hears the disturbance before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by the Hyde and his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols appearing across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Together, they uncover a truth Reichenbach has spent centuries burying. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and forbidden connection. Where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing.

Trapped in the world of Smallville, Piper is determined to save her favorite character. Waking up in a universe where superpowers are real and storylines twist dangerously off course, Piper sets her sights on an unlikely mission: protect Lex Luthor - the brilliant, tormented villain destined for a future of obsession, betrayal, and unthinkable cruelty at the hands of his own father. Armed with nothing but fading memories of the show and a stubborn heart, Piper refuses to stand by and watch Lex fall. She knows how his story ends. And she's here to rewrite it. Because if anyone deserves a happy ending, it's the villain no one was ever willing to give a chance. A very self-indulgent SI/OC story set in Smallville. Updates every Wednesday! Hope you enjoy :) #1 in Smallville (10.10.25) #1 in Lex (03.10.25) #1 in LexLuthor (30.09.25)

This is an EPIC: The Musical fanfiction! Here is the blurb: The king of Ithaca has finally returned home after his twenty-year long journey, ready to rebuild his life with the family he nearly lost. But home is not the end of the story - it's the beginning of a new kind of challenge. As Odysseus struggles to relearn peace, reconnect with Penelope, figure out how to be a father to a son who grew up without him, and battle against his own inner turmoil and trauma from his journey, the halls of Ithaca become their own unpredictable battlefield. "Ithacantics" follows the chaos, comedy, and heartache of a hero trying to navigate domestic life, divine interference, overcoming trauma, and the strange art of being human after becoming a legend, while also diving into backstories of well known and loved characters and the life of pre-Odyssey Odysseus. So, come along, old friend. I'm sure you know how this story goes - just not this part. (PS: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 200 VIEWS! I'm so glad people enjoy this as I was hesitant to post it here at first! Thank you all!)

Christ, forgive these bones I'm hiding. ✶ original vampire apply fiction. ✶ open until march 12th. ✶ pearl bones / rayne, 2025. ✶ cover made by girlsonnets!

"Sometimes it feel like I've got a war in my mind. I wanna get off but I keep riding the ride" "I never really noticed that I had to decide to play someone's game, or live my own life." ------------------------------ Theo is 16 when Astra Malfoy comes to Hogwarts. When she comes in, a murmur goes through the hall. Everyone asks themselves the same question. What is she doing there? Shouldn't she already be sorted? Why is this girl who is at least a third year standing together with the first years? Come and find out. Seriously. Don't be out off by this horrible description, I was never good at writing those. Just read the book and tell me how I could do it better.

Two names echoed through the halls of the Shatterdome. One was a Becket. The other, a Hansen. Both were thrown into a war they never asked for. But after the kaiju came the silence- and they learned what it means to be human. *This is a non-profit fanwork based on Pacific Rim (2013). All rights to original characters and universe belong to Legendary Pictures and Guillermo del Toro. I only claim ownership of the original characters and interpretations.* ⏳ Status: Work in progress / Testing the waters to see if anyone's interested

I CARE IF I AM GUILTY! I CARE IF I AM GUILTY! toilet bound hanako-kun akane aoi 𝙭 female!oc ── ©amorifleur, 2026

An astronaut is left stranded in space for an undetermined amount of time. With no way to contact Earth, he merely exists tending to his vessel. However, something would always pull him away from his constant cycle of work. He would find a friend on the edge of the solar wing who keeps him alive longer than he should have. When the call home finally comes, The Astronaut must relearn what it means to be human.

She was never mine. And I knew she never would be. Yet restraint is a fragile thing when desire refuses to yield. This is not a love story. This is the anatomy of envy.

White Lily Cookie has never liked her scent, and nothing Pure Vanilla Cookie has said will change that. Or, White Lily Cookie and her hatred for her scent. (Cross-posted on Ao3)

Yes. EVIL SAIKI IS CANON! I wish more people knew about him. You DON'T need to read the light novel before reading! But you totally should after. :) An alternate version of the Evil Saiki arc from volume 2 of the light novels, but with a shounen anime style fight and a different ending. In canon, it's implied that there exists a version of Kusuo that actually went through with getting rid of Nendou. What if our Kusuo met that one instead? Takes place between seasons 1 and 2 of the anime. This is a repost of my fic from AO3. I've never posted on Wattpad before (so sorry there's no crazy formatting, but I'll try to improve it as I learn more), but I wanted to post it here because the inline comment feature seemed perfect for this story. I'll replace this cover with my own art when I get around to drawing it.

RehMat is not bound by logic, time, or reality. In this story, I let my heart lead. Ulfat and Rehman exist beyond rules, beyond endings, beyond what is possible. Here, love bends timelines, rewrites fate, and breathes even where it shouldn't. This is my space to imagine them the way I want - raw, eternal, and limitless. If you're ready to step into a world where emotions matter more than logic, come join my vision. - ree.writes ✨

His feet carried him onward to their home, his final destination before this world comes to an end. Leaving behind a trail of footprints in the snow. With each step, each time he called 'his' name, each time he saw a body, something inside him grew. His vision in this clouded place cleared up.

What happens when the Ministry's most progressive idea meets its most dangerous prisoner? Jasiah Mordaunt thought he'd seen it all at St. Mungo's-until his unorthodox methods got him reassigned to the wizarding world's worst job: rehabilitating prisoners in Azkaban. His first patient? Barty Crouch Junior, the man who impersonated Mad-Eye Moody, bewitched the Goblet of Fire, and delivered Harry Potter to Voldemort on a silver platter. The Ministry calls it rehabilitation. The Aurors call it naive. Barty calls it a game. This isn't therapy. This is psychological warfare. From their first session, Barty makes one thing clear: he knows every trick in the therapeutic playbook. He graduated top of his class. He fooled Albus Dumbledore for ten months. And he won't fall for standard Mind Healer tactics. But Jasiah has secrets of his own. Banished from St. Mungo's for reasons he can't afford to reveal, Jasiah doesn't play by the rules. He brings coffee to a prisoner. He proposes a dangerous game: they take turns asking questions, and both must answer truthfully. What unfolds is an electrifying dance of minds-two brilliant, broken men circling each other in a cold stone room, each trying to unravel the other while protecting their own carefully constructed walls.

Collection of short stories featuring my favorite batch of OCs (thus far). Expect magic hi-jinx, me delving into characters' heads to get a feel for how they think/act/react, and the vital concept of family at the center of it all. Also, potential experimentation with symbolism later on. Because near-exclusively having outdated timeline stories (as much as I still love the concept and the individual characters) on this profile is a no, and these guys are yes. Threw the cover image together in under half an hour, didn't feel like making a big thing for it.

"Why did you help me?" He asked. I looked down and twiddled my bloodied hands. "I don't know." I said honestly. I didn't know why any of this was happening. Was there a designated way to react in these situations? I wasn't sure. We just stared at each other for a moment, and then those flashing lights came back.