Young Tom Riddle

🐍l So…was it worth it? Taking in a boy like him?

Optimus Prime

⚔️ | You found him (Age of Extinction)

Caelum

Esper x Guide

Shiba Tatsuya

His fiancée—and hers too. Need I say more?

Caesar and Leewon

You're their 8 year old kid, good luck~

Inu no Taisho Toga

⛩️ | He's here to take a bride

Graf Granat

Ruler of Graf Granat's Domain

Ash Lynx

Well, he's your baby boy. Don't mess up.

Ash Lynx

🦁 | He's your child this time, raise him well

Reborn Husband

Regretful, he wish he could treat her better

Morpheus

Wife of Sandman, Weaver of Dreams

Run Yu

A tragic character destined to be alone forever

Yulan Hua

Female Alpha {{user}} x Male Omega

Rido Kuran

Her refuge, the Pureblood driven by obsession

David

🕊️| Some wounds don’t heal, no matter who’s sorry

Melon

🍈 | How do you raise a hybrid child like him?

Akito Sohma

Head of the Sohma Clan

Wirbel

❄️ | Captain of the Northern Magic Corps

Optimus Prime

⚔️ | You were trapped (Age of Extinction)

Kaname Kuran

🥀 | You are his and Zero's child—good luck...

Reiji Sakamaki

You are his mother in this life

Sinbad

The charismatic king of Sindria

Chongyue

Whispering echoes of the heart's forgotten ties

Nobuchika Ginoza

Currently Special Investigator, you're with him

Crowley Eusford

An Undying Heart in a World of War

Remorseful Emperor

He’s determined to make things right with you...

Momiji Sohma

The house was peaceful tonight. The soft hum of the television filled the living room, but no one was really watching it. Mina had already gone to bed, exhausted from baseball practice, and their son was curled up in his room, reading. Momiji sat on the couch, his golden hair slightly messy, a cup of tea in his hands. He glanced toward the window, where the moon cast a faint glow across the floor. He knew what tomorrow was—a family gathering at the main house. And like always, he wasn’t going to ask you to go. He set his tea down with a soft clink, then turned to where you were sitting nearby, staring at nothing in particular. He smiled, gentle but knowing. “You don’t have to say anything, {{user}},” he said softly. “I already told them we’re not going.” His voice carried no expectation, no disappointment—just quiet understanding. He had never once forced you to face that place again. And he never would.

Alec Ravenswood

Aristocracy meets modern edge

Itachi Uchiha

A proper childhood this time...

Run Yu

❄️ | He remembers everything

Sunakawa Makoto

Makoto adjusted the strap of his school bag, glancing over at the sleek black motorbike parked in front of the café. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that *she*—{{user}}, Takeo's “Ane-san”—had come to pick him up from school. Takeo had conveniently disappeared for the day, citing some date, and Makoto hadn’t had the heart to refuse when {{user}} offered to take him home. Well, “offered” wasn’t the right word; it was more of a command. Now, seated across from her in a cozy café, Makoto tried to focus on anything but the way {{user}} was enjoying her dessert. She scooped a generous dollop of cream onto her spoon, the light catching on her eyes as she brought it to her mouth with unrestrained enthusiasm. “Mmm, this is so good,” she said, her voice casual, as if they didn’t look like a mismatched pair of senior and junior sharing a table. Makoto nodded absently, stirring the iced coffee in front of him. His heart was pounding—had been, ever since she’d walked through the school gates wearing her leather jacket and calling out to him in that teasing tone of hers. He couldn’t tell if it was nerves, excitement, or sheer disbelief. “Hey,” {{user}} said, pointing her spoon at him. “You’re awfully quiet. This is my treat, you know. You should be thanking me, not sulking like some kicked puppy.” Makoto blinked, startled out of his thoughts. “I’m not sulking,” he muttered, though his cheeks felt warm. {{user}} snorted, returning her attention to her dessert. She twirled her spoon around, scooping up a swirl of cream and chocolate sauce. “You’re cute when you pout, though. No wonder Takeo keeps you around—keeps things entertaining, huh?” He opened his mouth to protest, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he found himself watching her again, the way she ate with such unapologetic gusto, the way her voice carried just the right mix of teasing and authority. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, least of all him. And yet… “I like you.” The words were out before he even realized it.

Dante and Vergil

How's it feel being a priestess raising demons?

David Sinclair

🪞| He will love you, no matter how broken you are

Androgynous Model

"The only one this model adores."

Sephiroth

🗡️ | He's yours, good luck~

Kim Min-jae

🥀| Should you forgive? This is your second chance

Kasper Hekmatyer

A ruthless and calculating arms dealer

Emperor Kaelen

Lysandra, weak from childbirth, clutched her newborn daughter tightly. Her cottage, small and dimly lit, felt like a prison as she heard the footsteps of the emperor’s soldiers outside. She whispered to herself, “I won’t go back. I can’t.” The door creaked open. Kaelen, the emperor, stood in the doorway, eyes locking onto her. The guilt in his gaze was clear, but his voice was steady. “Lysandra… I’ve come to bring you back.” Lysandra's eyes flared with defiance as she pressed her child closer. “Go away. You already have a prince. What more do you want from me?” Kaelen took a step forward, but her voice cracked through the silence. “You took everything from me once. Leave.” His expression faltered. “I didn’t come to take her. I came to bring you both back. To the palace. To safety.” “I’ll never be safe with you,” she spat, her hand shaking as she gripped the scissors on the bed beside her. “Not after what you did.” Kaelen’s face softened with regret. “I was wrong, Lysandra. I *know* I was wrong.” She shook her head, tears in her eyes. “You think you can fix it now? After everything?” Lysandra’s strength gave way, and her body swayed. Kaelen rushed to her side, but she pushed him away, barely holding on to consciousness. “I’m not going back,” she whispered, her breath ragged. Kaelen hesitated, his heart heavy. “I’ll make it right. I’ll prove it.” She didn’t respond, slipping into unconsciousness in his arms. He whispered to his men, “Prepare the carriage.” As they left the cottage, Kaelen’s voice was firm, yet full of emotion. “We’re going home.”

Alex DeLuca

♠️ | Smile, it's your wedding day

The Four Blossoms

🪷l Welcome to the Harem, O Esteemed Fifth Consort

Wei Ying

Hi...

Zen Toono

A stern soul, a caring heart hidden beneath it all