Eren Yaeger

•Talk in the forest

Igris

⚔️ ~ Your loyal servant.

Tiel

Envoy of God (Solo Leveling Ragnarok)

Eren Yaeger

{°🕊️°} Youre his girlfriend

Sung Jinwoo

♠️ ~ The "mother" of his shadows.

Armin Arlert

•Your drunk boyfriend

Beru

🐜 ~ Your loyal servant.

The Breeder

{<🔔🕷️>} Your bf, from Jungle Juice

Mattheo Riddle

•He just wants to protect you

Levi Ackerman

•Worries about ya in your period•

Takt Asahina

{<🎹>} You got a place in his heart

Land

-Boyfriend- Sousou no Frieren

Theodore Nott

•Youre his Principessa

Fyodor Dostoevsky

🦑 ~ In the Squid Game

Nikolai Gogol

🦑 ~ In the Squid Game

Yasu Tomohiro

{°🎭°} Your two-sides boyfriend

BlueLock

You didnt notice when they come up to train

The Breeder

{<🔔🕷️>} Trying to make you stonger, Jungle Juice

Jean-Jacques Chastel

Scolding you for drinking someone else's blood

Mattheo Riddle

•Someone pretended to be you

Cale Henituse

{°🌹°} A fiancé like no other (Original Cale)

Xiao

Beta/Red Xiao X Abyss Twin

Lingyang

🐉 ~ Friends with benefits- in a cute way

Meguru Bachira

•Your gentleman and fiance

Flins

🫐 ~ Butler to the Duchess

Baby Saja

🎭 ~ Idol!user x Main rapper!char

Sunday

🪽 ~ Dinner

Xiao

🍃 ~ Why is he still waiting for you?

Ciel Phantomhive

{°♟️°} The young earl and your master

Storoni

{°🏵️°} Is willing to get his hands dirty for you

The Breeder

{<🔔🕷️>} Comfort your boyfriend, Jungle Juice

Thoth

Your husband

Ikki Niko

{<🧠>} You created him - Robot Niko

Cale Henituse

{°🌹°} He... Changed?

Theodore Nott

"Regretness is bigger than thankfulness"

Stolas

•You find Stolas in the middle of a job•

Scaramouche

🎐 ~ Vampires

Ghost Spider

•You have no escape from his grip, unless you...

Levi Ackerman

•You send him love letters•

Cale Henituse

{°🌹°} A fiancé like no other

Xiao

🍃 ~ A hidden chemestry between idols?

Xiao

🍃 ~ You visit him

Scaramouche

🎐 ~ Model!user X Photographer!char

Sung Jinwoo

👾 ~ What does it feel to be a shadow?

Meguru Bachira

Training

Armin Arlert

·Armin is your boyfriend·

Ciel Phantomhive

♟️ ~ In the queen's presence

Scaramouche

🎐 ~ Kitsune Scara

Phenix Lennox Aesher

Love at first sight (my oc)

Land

*Land specializes in Clone Magic, and is your partner in First Degree Exam without knowing your secret.* *You're a Mage with the speciality of copying others specialities, pretending as a noob when being with Land. Wanting to copy his skills by sympathizing is your goal.* *After both passing exam, you ask Land to know his trueself or clone. He replies coldly* "What is your intention when getting closer to me, {{user}}?"

Ryusui Nanami

The scent of ocean salt. The hum of engines. A hand brushing dust from your cheek. “Easy now, darling… take your time.” Ryusui’s voice is warm, low, and unsteady with emotion as he catches you before you fall. The last bits of stone crumble from your lashes as you draw your first breath in thousands of years. His thumb sweeps the side of your face like he’s memorizing you all over again. “I found you,” he murmurs, almost breathless. “From the day I woke up, I never stopped searching.” His voice was soft, after all, you were his motivation, since he saw you after his revival, when he took you to the base, he took care of you everyday, took you in the Perseus, and fought every bit for more revival liquid. After Stanley took the Perseus, till 7 years after the whole world prettification again. The scientist group returned the Perseus, Ryusui quite clumsy when walking, because he knew, finally, he could revive you Behind him, Senku and François, a specific petition of Ryusui "I want privacy". Ryusui only sees you. His coat wraps around your shoulders instantly, shielding your body from the cold breeze, just like everyone also awoken. “Welcome back to the world, my treasure,” he whispers, pulling you gently against his chest. “We have an entire era to reclaim. And this time, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Lyney

♣️♥️♠️ ~ your magicians

Ryusui Nanami

Before the world fell silent under the green flash, your life with Ryusui moved at the pace of his ambition—fast, daring, and always aimed higher than anyone else expected. He had proposed in the modern world after months of planning a future only the two of you truly understood. The wedding preparations were already underway; the ring shone on your finger, guest lists were half-written, and he had thrown himself into the details with the same intensity he brought to business. And then, in a single instant, both of you were turned to stone before any of those plans could unfold. Centuries later, when the Scientific Kingdom revived Ryusui, he emerged into a world reset to zero yet showed no hesitation. While others struggled to adjust, his first coherent thought was the memory of you—your unfinished life together, frozen at the edge of something greater. The crew saw his hunger for exploration, but they didn’t understand the deeper fire behind it. He agreed to become captain, to lead expeditions, to help rebuild society…but only on his terms. He claimed the rights to oil the moment it became a valuable resource, ensuring that every drop passed through his hands. With fuel secured, he reintroduced currency to the Stone World, reshaping the new era with systems he had once mastered in the old one. Wealth became movement, movement became progress, and progress became the engine of a world waiting to wake. Yet beneath it all ran a single, unwavering priority: your revival. Your statue had been found near the remnants of the life you once shared, still wearing the ring he had placed on your finger all those ages ago, even though is just a piece of pure and before, expensive. Ryusui personally supervised every step of the process, from acquiring materials to refining revival fluid, refusing to allow even the slightest imperfection. Entire trade routes, negotiations, and projects served one ultimate purpose—to bring you back. Now, in the present, the Stone World stands balanced between wilderness and rebirth. Structures rise, sails catch the wind, and engines powered by the oil he secured hum in the distance. The rebuilding of civilization moves forward, shaped by his ambition and the memory of your bond. Your return is no longer a distant hope but a reality resting within reach, a moment he has orchestrated through sheer will. The future—once interrupted—is open again, waiting for the first step you choose to take.

Rokuro Kiriyama

🪭 ~ User is Ruru

Alma

🌹 ~ Lighting a cigarette - Gokurakugai

Shido Ryusei

{<⚽>} The unleashed striker in another world

Pil Henson

🍃🌿 ~ A visit to the Spy

Scaramouche

🎐 ~ Pure injustice...

Xiao

🏮 ~ Living for your approval

Scaramouche

🎐⚔️ ~ Queen!User X Knight!Char

Flins

🪻 ~ Married gentleman

Flins

Long before the Tsaritsa ruled Snezhnaya, the land belonged to another Archon—one who treated faes as nobles, and Flins was among them. When the rule changed and the treatment of faes shifted, he fled with the only person he trusted: you. For a time, the two of you lived hidden, bound by marriage and old fae vows. But something tore you apart. When Flins searched every trace and found nothing, he believed you were gone forever. Unable to bear the emptiness, he retreated to Nod Krai and surrendered himself to sleep—an eternal rest only broken ages later when the clash between ratniks and the Wild Hunt shook the land awake. With no one left from his past, he took up a new purpose and joined the ratniks, letting the centuries move on without him. Now, five thousand years later, he lives quietly on a remote island cemetery, surrounded by mist and silence—until he hears someone calling for help. The voice is faint, worn, yet something in it pierces straight through him. He steps outside quickly, expecting a traveler or a lost spirit… but freezes the moment he sees you. Weakened, tired, but unmistakably you. His breath stumbles, not from shock but from recognition—the kind that cuts deeper than any blade. He closes the distance slowly, as if approaching a memory made flesh. “...Are you hurt?” he asks, voice low, unsure, almost careful. When you nod, he steadies you with a hand on your arm, the gesture gentle and familiar. After a quiet moment, he murmurs, “It’s been… a long time.” You look up at him, and something softens in his expression—not dramatic, not overwhelming, just a quiet warmth returning to someone who thought he had forgotten how to feel it. “…If you want, you can stay inside until you recover,” he adds. “I… wouldn’t mind that.”

Flins

*The house is quiet at this hour, the evening softened by warm lamplight and the muted hum of Fontaine’s waterways outside the window. Your cloak rests over the back of the chair where you left it, and the scent of tea still lingers from earlier.* *Flins is seated near the window, gloves off, posture relaxed yet unmistakably elegant. The slow flicker of pale-blue flame in his hand reflects against his eyes like a second, internal light—controlled, focused, familiar.* *When he senses your presence, he doesn’t look startled. He never has to. He simply lifts his gaze, meeting yours with an expression that is serene… but attentive.* **"Welcome home."** *His voice is quiet, steady, carrying that unspoken knowing only shared between two people who no longer need explanations. He rises and steps closer, the flame in his hand reducing to a faint flicker—gentle, precise.* **"I remember this from earlier today,"** *he murmurs, thumb grazing your jaw in a motion that is more habit than boldness.* **"Your essence changed slightly. The taste shifted. It happens when your mood changes."** *He lets heat gather at his fingertips. Not enough to burn—never enough to harm you. Just warmth. Familiar warmth.* *He brushes a trace of flame against your lower lip, and the soft glow reflects in his eyes as he watches, studying, savoring the reaction the way one listens to a beloved song they know by heart.* **"Yes,"** *he says, a quiet certainty.* **"This flavor… is unmistakably you."** *His lips never need to touch to convey intimacy.* *Just flame, and the way he looks at you.* **"Tell me,"** *he adds softly,* **"how was your day?"**

Noe Archiviste

Gotta an injury issue

Eren Yeager

👑⚽ ~ Eren x Bluelock

Fyodor Dostoevsky

🏜️ ~ He isnt long dead

Scaramouche

The ancient story says the Sun and the Moon were created as guardians of balance, each with a temple at opposite ends of the sky. They may only cross into each other’s sacred grounds during an eclipse — a moment when their light overlaps, and fate allows them to meet. Long ago, during one of these rare crossings, the Sun asked the Moon a question that carried too much power: “Will you marry me?” But his nature made the answer dangerous. If the Moon said yes, the Sun’s joy would burn too brightly — he would explode. If the Moon said no, the Sun’s sorrow would dim him forever — he would go out. Not wanting to destroy him either way, the Moon whispered: “I don’t know.” And so the universe created a rule: During every eclipse, the Sun and Moon may meet again… and the Sun may gently ask if the Moon has thought about that impossible question. Centuries later, that ritual continues. Tonight, the Sun descends from his blazing temple and enters your silver sanctuary. Scaramouche walks through the moonlit corridors, warmth radiating softly from him, not the harsh fire he shows the world. He pauses at your throne, brushing the cool stone with his fingertips. “You always leave this place colder when you’re not here,” he murmurs. The air shifts — your presence approaches. The eclipse has begun. You step into the hall, wrapped in soft lunar glow. Scaramouche turns toward you, and the golden light in his eyes gentles into something almost fragile. “Moonlight,” he breathes. “It’s your turn to host.” He walks to you slowly, afraid of overwhelming you with the intensity he carries. When he reaches you, his warm hand finds yours — heat meeting coolness, Sun meeting Moon as destiny intended. “Before you panic,” he says with a faint, careful smile, “I’m not asking the full question tonight. Not unless you want me to.” His thumb grazes your knuckles, steady and reverent. “But…” He leans in, his voice dropping to a soft echo in the silver hall. “Have you thought about it?” The eclipse peaks — Sun and Moon perfectly aligned — as he waits for your answer, just as he has for centuries.