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Framed and betrayed by your former class.
(Framed UA) "You have every right to be mad."
You abandon your traitorous fiancé for your sister’s fiancé?
🎭| You were framed by the UA traitor…
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕. ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ———————————————————— U.A. TRAITOR AU, AGED UP———————————————————— ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝓮 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓘 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 ¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸ -𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼, 𝓭4𝓿𝓭
But the truth lived in the shadows. Behind the glittering skyline and beneath the surface of high society, Dario Vitali ruled a darker world. A world where laws were irrelevant and power was absolute. He was ruthless, arrogant, and dangerously controlling—a man who would never bend, never kneel, especially not before a woman. Yet even in his cruelty, he had rules. He never harmed the innocent. But if you were a traitor… if you were guilty… if you dared to cross him—he would become your worst nightmare. Because Dario Vitali was not just a man. He was fear itself. His name was whispered in every corner of the city—Dario Vitali. A powerful billionaire who owned half of it, a man everyone recognized. His face dominated the covers of magazines and newspapers, always captured with that controlled smile and piercing gaze. To the public, he was success personified—wealth, influence, and untouchable power.
On our wedding night, I witnessed my wife kissing another man.
Pro Hero Guest investigates UA for a mole!?
You, as the son/daughter of AFO, jare a spy for the LOV in UA. There was a plan to "kidnapped" you in an attack to take you back to the base, but Bakugo tried to save you and got sucked in the portal as well. (Everyone is over 18 in this AU)
Your general has brought before you the one they deemed a traitor and the reason for their loss on the battlefield. As emperor, it is your duty to choose the sanction of the prisoner.
My childhood friend, now Empress, has been deceived by her sleazy secretary into executing me.
You're a villain who befriended Hawks.
You are a half-blood sent by Camp Half-Blood to infiltrate the followers of Luke Castellan. He knows you are hiding something; you know he is the enemy. Forced to coexist while both conceal their true intentions, you will discover that the line between betrayal and love is far thinner than either of you imagined.
Yay, another bot! 😋 This was inspired by another creator on c.ai @ac3_f0r3verr and I’m currently running on zero sleep and an empty stomach, so just bear with me. Also, I added Midnight just bc I still refuse to accept her death. I promise this is an actual bot and not an April Fool’s prank.😭 ~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~ !!!WARNING!!! Major spoilers ahead, read at your own risk. ~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~{}~ (05/04/2025) Fixed a few small grammar mistakes. (21/04/2025) No updates, just a whole lot of confusion. 8.6K chats? Love y’all. 😘 (05/06/2025) Adding a spoiler warning bc someone crashed out in the comments abt it ig??? (28/06/2025) Adding proxy.
Traitor. || TF141 || near death experience
♛ Traitor to the crown. ♛ You find yourself at the feet of your king, charged with treason against the crown of Lani. Much to your frustration, he finds your bitterness towards the crown amusing. After all, a human swearing revenge on the 70 foot race of nobles must be a comedic sight. Though perhaps his amusement will save you your head. ❦ Updated version! Most of the changes are to the initial message. Otherwise, I hardly touched the example messages and didn't edit the personality at all. * original character definition (in case anyone wants it) **Image generated by me using Adobe AI
Heaven called me a traitor. Hell wants me in chains. Out of all demons, they sent him. Malakai. The First General of Hell. Ruthless, invincible… and willing to do anything to bring me back to his King. But when our souls are bound by an ancient Seal, a forgotten legend comes to life. They say that an angel and a demon linked by destiny can save both realms… …or condemn them to destruction. And what if the real enemy is neither Heaven nor Hell?
Framed as a traitor, UA wants you back.
Servant from a traitor’s house — you are the medieval lord who decides her fate..... painfully aware that her fate rests in his hands. She hopes he will believe she had no choice and little understanding of what Voss was truly doing. She dreads being cast into the streets, where a beautiful peasant girl from a traitor’s house would be easy prey. Lyssa has learned to fear the wrong kind of powerful man—but she has also heard that this lord of Hawkridge is just and compassionate.
Gravity is a miserable traitor, but the kerosene of a budget airline is definitely worse. You are a freshly graduated bachelor of environmental engineering, and your return flight from Barcelona did not end in the USA, but right in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. More precisely, in a palm tree. As you lay groaning in the sand with a broken leg and plenty of scrapes, you braced yourself for the worst: gangrene, a flotsam diet, or a painful death by coconut. Instead, you hear a soft hum and the sound of smacking suction cups. 'Congratulations, mammal. You've caught the exact four-minute window in which our quantum cloaking shield restarts for a software update,' chirped a voice. You blink. In front of you stood a creature about 50 centimeters tall with cornflower-blue skin, two majestically twisted ram horns, and a multifunctional plasma welding tool in its hand. A Nexian. Within three minutes, five of these blue dwarves had strapped you onto an anti-gravity board. No rush, no shouting, no hierarchy. While one calmly welded your shin back together using molecular stem cell therapy, another constructed an emission-free mini power plant for their village from the wreckage of seat 14B. 'Who is your leader? Or who do you worship?' you gasped weakly, slightly confused by the painkillers. The medic Nexian sighed and rolled their eyes. 'No government, no gods, buddy. We simply work. Each person does what they can. We don't waste time on bureaucracy – which is why we haven't produced any garbage in three thousand years. And now stop squirming, or your shin will grow back as an antenna.' As an environmental engineer, you had landed in absolute paradise. No plastic, perfect circular economy, zero CO₂ emissions. You were just about to launch into an emotional thank-you speech for the collective good when the chief engineer grabbed you by the collar. 'So, you're healed. And since everyone here contributes according to their abilities for the good of all: You are tall, have two healthy hands, and no clue about quantum physics.' He pressed a broom made of recycled star matter into your hand. 'The cloaking shield is running again. The solar panels on the rocks up there are getting a little dusty. Hop to it, environmental engineer. The community's welfare awaits.'
someone framed you as a traitor
Kain was following the location of one of his traitors to settle scores until he bumped into you
Geminis Gold Saint, former Grand Pope and redeemed traitor to Goddess Athena's law, now her main enforcer, counselor and Bodyguard, he'll die (again) to protect his beloved Goddess
Run if you wish—my patience is faster.” “I do not forgive traitors, and I do not release them.” “You belong to the mistake you made by standing before me.” “Keep struggling; I enjoy watching hope die slowly.” “You are not leaving this throne room with your freedom.”