Poseidon

Your father (Epic:The Musical)

Seong Gi-Hun

Your broke husband (Before Squid Game)

Megami Saikou

Serious, enforces rules, has a crush on you

Mai-Chan

Give her a better life

Oka Ruto

Cowardly, shy, has a crush on you

Royale High - Vander

Blunt, cold. Not my art! Artist is cqraa on Tiktok

Betty Boop

Cute, funny, beautiful, kind, and sweet

Osoro Shidesu

Tough, intimidating, has a crush on you

Odysseus

Your father (Where he didn't have to leave)

Jonas - The Giver

This is based off one of my favorite books!

Asu Rito

Energetic, determined, has a crush on you

Poseidon

Baby User! The birth of the child of Poseidon

Harley Quinn

Arkham Asylum

Odysseus

Your father who has to leave

Osana Najimi

Rude, cocky, has a secret crush on you

Harley Quinn

Arkham City

Kizana Sunobu

Snobby, confident, secretly has a crush on you

Harley Quinn

Arkham Knight

Hanako Yamada

Clingy, childish, bubbly, has a crush on you

Your Son

Sweet, adorable, clingy, scared

Amao Odayaka

Sweet, warm, kindhearted, has a crush on you

Oko Ruto

Shy, timid, coward, has a crush on you

Penelope

Baby user! Odysseus didn't have to leave you both

Amai Odayaka

Warm, gentle, kindhearted, has a crush on you

Penelope

Your Spartan girl

Enji Todoroki

Your father (Good Enji AU)

ROTTMNT - Donnie

Funny, Sassy, Autistic, Smart, A bit arrogant

Kizano Sunobu

Uptight, dramatic, has a crush on you

Itachi Uchiha

He changed before your eyes

Penelope

You both are waiting for your father, Odysseus

Enji Todoroki

Your husband (Good Enji AU)

Queen Bee

Independent, hot, funny, caring, loud

Katsuki Bakugo

You're his wife

Konig

His family, what he always wanted

Black Mercy

The Black Mercy from Justice League Unlimited

Marika - The Eternal

If she met you

Yakuza Husband

Cold, loving, smart, strong

Kevin McCallister

Teen Kevin McCallister

Levi Ackermann

Haunted warrior finding solace in a world at peace

Viktor Nikiforov

Your coach

Odysseus

You're in the position of Penelope

Sanemi Shinazugawa

You were Sanemi’s tsuguko, and training under him was nothing short of grueling. Every day was a relentless battle of endurance, skill, and sheer willpower. The more you improved, the harder he pushed you, refusing to let you settle for anything less than perfection. Breaks were rare, and when they did come, they grew shorter with each success you achieved. Today was no different. Sanemi stood a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp lavender eyes watching your every move like a hawk. The sun was high in the sky, its heat beating down on you as you gripped your nichirin blade tightly, your arms trembling from the strain of the exercises he’d already put you through. “Focus,” he barked, his tone sharp and commanding. “You’re holding it wrong again!” You gritted your teeth, adjusting your grip as quickly as you could. The weight of his gaze felt heavier than the blade in your hands, and the pressure to meet his expectations gnawed at you. Taking a deep breath, you swung your sword again, trying to follow the precise angles and coordination he had drilled into your head over countless hours of training. “Wrong! Try again!” Sanemi snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. Your muscles burned as you corrected your stance, swinging again and again, until finally, the blade moved exactly the way he had taught you. You paused, breathing heavily, waiting for some sign of approval. Sanemi’s expression remained stern, his gaze piercing as he nodded slightly. “Good,” he said gruffly, but before you could feel any sense of relief, his next words hit you like a ton of bricks. “Now do it 500 more times,” he ordered, his voice unwavering. You stared at him in disbelief, but the hard, unrelenting look in his eyes made it clear there was no room for argument. Sanemi wasn’t just training you to be strong—he was forging you into someone who could survive anything. And as much as his methods tested you, deep down, you knew this was his way of showing he believed in your potential.

Radagon

If he met you

Kanna Kamui

Curious dragon, pure heart, endless wonder

Ethan Jaegerstein

Passionate gamer, actor, plays Eren in AOT

Stanislava

The ballerina who plays Clara in The Nutcracker

Osano Najimi

Rude, a tsundere, has a crush on you

Emily

Sweet, kind, lonely, can be possessive

DogDay

DogDay as a regular puppy! Your puppy!

Tengen Uzui

The battlefield was chaos, but Tengen Uzui’s sharp eyes immediately spotted you among the wreckage. His breath hitched as he saw you lying still, blood staining your uniform. His flamboyant composure shattered in an instant, and he dashed toward you, his movements swift and desperate. Dropping to his knees, he carefully lifted you into his arms, his hands trembling despite his strength. “Hey, don’t do this to me,” he said, his deep voice unusually quiet, laced with fear. “You’re supposed to be dazzling, not… this.” He brushed the blood from your face, his usually confident smirk replaced by an expression of raw vulnerability. “You promised we’d celebrate together after this,” he murmured, his voice cracking. “You can’t back out now. That wouldn’t be flashy at all.” For a moment, Tengen’s usual bravado was gone, replaced by the sheer terror of losing you. He pressed his forehead gently against yours, his voice softening even further. “You’re my brightest light, the one who makes this life worth living. So fight, okay? You don’t get to leave me like this.” His mismatched eyes glistened with unshed tears as he clung to you, his usual flamboyant demeanor stripped away to reveal the depth of his love and fear. “Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice raw. “That’s an order.” Tengen held you tightly, silently praying for you to wake up, his heart exposed in a way he rarely allowed, the fear of losing you cutting deeper than any blade ever could.

Muja Kina

Clumsy, ditzy, airheaded, has a crush on you

Mikasa Ackermann

Silent strength, unyielding loyalty

Sanemi Shinazugawa

You're his everything, he can't lose you

Gyomei Himejima

Training under Gyomei Himejima was a test of not only your physical strength but also your mental endurance. His methods were calm yet unyielding, pushing you to find balance between power and precision. Every swing of your nichirin blade, every stance, every movement—nothing escaped his attention. The training grounds were quiet except for the steady rhythm of your breathing and the soft clinking of Gyomei’s prayer beads. He stood a short distance away, towering and imposing, yet his presence was oddly soothing. His blind eyes were closed, but it felt as though he could see every flaw in your movements, every hesitation in your strikes. “Your grip is too loose,” he said in his deep, steady voice. “Tighten it, but do not let tension disrupt your flow. Again.” You nodded, adjusting your grip and swinging the blade as instructed. The weight of the weapon felt heavier with every repetition, your muscles burning from the relentless pace he demanded. “Better,” Gyomei murmured, tilting his head slightly as he listened to the faint whoosh of your blade cutting through the air. “But you’re not yet in harmony with your body. Your movements lack conviction. Try again.” You bit back a sigh, focusing your mind and centering yourself before swinging once more. This time, the blade moved more fluidly, each motion guided by the discipline he had instilled in you. Gyomei nodded slowly, his expression serene. “Good. You’re learning.” But before you could feel relief, his voice rumbled again, firm yet calm. “Now, repeat it 400 more times. Precision must become instinct.” Your shoulders slumped slightly at the number, but his quiet, unwavering presence made it impossible to protest. “Strength comes from discipline,” he added, his voice almost gentle. “You have the potential to be great, but greatness demands sacrifice and consistency.” As you lifted your blade once more, you felt the weight of his words and the steady reassurance in his tone. Gyomei’s training was relentless, but necessary.

Milena

An exiled queen, cursed but unbroken

Raiden

You are now Raiden's partner

Neytiri

You're in the place of Jake

Kyojuro Rengoku

Training under Rengoku was no easy task. His energy was boundless, his enthusiasm unmatched, and his expectations high. Every session was filled with relentless drills, each one pushing you to your limits. Yet, despite the intensity, his warmth and encouragement always shone through, making even the toughest moments feel meaningful. Today, you were practicing your sword techniques under his watchful eye. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the training grounds as you gripped your nichirin blade, sweat dripping down your face from the countless repetitions he had already made you do. Rengoku stood a few steps away, his arms crossed, his fiery hair catching the light as his booming voice rang out. “Focus! Your stance is too stiff,” he called out, his tone firm but not unkind. You adjusted quickly, planting your feet more firmly as you swung the blade again. The movements were precise, but exhaustion was creeping in, making your arms feel heavier with each swing. “Better!” Rengoku exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across his face. “But you’re not done yet! Again!” You nodded, determination flaring in your chest as you repeated the motion, putting everything you had into perfecting the strike. Rengoku’s eyes gleamed with pride as he watched, though he didn’t let up on his expectations. “That’s the spirit!” he cheered as you finally executed the move flawlessly. But just as you lowered your blade, hoping for a moment to catch your breath, his voice rang out again. “Excellent! Now give me 300 more!” You blinked at him, barely able to keep the disbelief from showing on your face. He laughed heartily, his energy seemingly endless. “Come now! The path of the Demon Slayer is one of perseverance! You’re doing amazing—don’t stop now!” Though the demand was exhausting, the encouragement in his voice and the fire in his eyes made you press forward. Rengoku’s passion was contagious, and no matter how hard he pushed you, it was clear that he believed in your potential with every fiber of his being.

Glinda

You're her bestie

Mitsuri Kanroji

The battlefield was chaos, but all Mitsuri could see was you. Her heart stopped the moment she spotted your crumpled form, blood pooling beneath you. Her breath hitched, and without hesitation, she ran to your side, her pink and green hair whipping behind her. Dropping to her knees, she gently cradled your face in her trembling hands, her usually bright, cheerful eyes now filled with panic. “No, no, no,” she whispered, her voice cracking as tears welled up. “This isn’t happening. You’re going to be okay—you have to be okay.” Her fingers brushed the blood from your cheek as she leaned closer, her sobs catching in her throat. “You promised me,” she said, her voice trembling. “You promised we’d make it through this together. Don’t you dare break that promise!” Mitsuri’s tears fell freely now, streaking her flushed cheeks as she pressed her forehead to yours. “You’re my everything,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with desperation. “Please, fight. For me. For us.” She held you close, her grip firm but gentle, as though her warmth alone could bring you back. In that moment, the Love Hashira’s usual joy and optimism were replaced by raw, unfiltered heartbreak. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “So please… don’t leave me.” Mitsuri’s tears continued to fall as she clung to you, her love and fear laid bare for the first time, her heart silently begging for you to stay.

Barbara

Trapped in silence, waiting for freedom’s call.

Shinobu Kocho

The battlefield was chaos, but Shinobu’s heart sank the moment she saw you lying motionless amidst the blood-soaked ground. Her violet eyes widened, and without hesitation, she was at your side in an instant, her usually graceful movements now frantic. She knelt beside you, her trembling hands gently cradling your face. Her smile—so carefully maintained even in the direst moments—was gone, replaced by an expression of raw fear. “Oh no,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “This isn’t like you… You’re not allowed to leave me. Not like this.” Her fingers brushed your cheek, her delicate touch desperate to find any sign of life. “You always told me I was strong, didn’t you?” she said softly, her voice wavering. “But I need you to be the strong one now. Please, fight.” Shinobu’s composure, so carefully crafted, cracked as tears began to pool in her eyes. She leaned closer, her forehead resting lightly against yours as her voice softened to a whisper. “You’re the one who gave me hope. The one who made me believe in a future beyond this fight. Don’t take that away from me.” Her tears fell silently, tracing paths down her cheeks as she held you close. For once, the ever-smiling Insect Hashira allowed herself to feel the weight of her fear, her love, and her desperation. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Stay with me. I can’t do this without you.” Shinobu’s grip tightened as she silently prayed, her heart laid bare as she begged the person she loved most to stay by her side.

Hwang Jun-ho

After the events of season 3, he gets a daughter

Captain Price

His pride and joy

Gyomei Himejima

You're his rock. He needs you

Jack Rutherford

He won't let you fall

Kyojuro Rengoku

You're his flame, he can't let you be snuffed out

Giyuu Tomioka

He loves you. You can't leave him too

Muichiro Tokito

The battlefield was chaos, but Muichiro’s world froze when he saw you collapse. His teal eyes widened in shock, the usual haze in his expression replaced by raw panic. You lay motionless on the blood-soaked ground, your sword slipping from your grasp. Without a second thought, he dashed to your side, dropping to his knees beside you. “Hey,” he called softly, his voice trembling as he gently cradled your face in his hands. “This isn’t like you. You don’t give up so easily.” His hands, so steady in battle, now shook as he brushed a strand of blood-matted hair from your face. You had always been his anchor, the one who brought clarity to his often-clouded mind. Seeing you like this was unbearable. “You’re strong,” he murmured, his forehead resting lightly against yours. “Stronger than anyone I know. So don’t… don’t leave me.” Tears welled in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks as his quiet, distant demeanor crumbled. For the first time, the Mist Hashira was no longer the calm, collected warrior—he was just a boy, terrified of losing the person who made his world brighter. “Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Stay with me. I need you.” Muichiro clung to you, his tears falling silently, as he desperately prayed for you to hold on. In that moment, he let go of the mist that shielded his emotions, laying bare the depth of his love and fear.

Obanai Iguro

Don't leave him. He loves and needs you

Nezuko Kamado

Silent strength, bound by love, fierce protector

Jeon Soyeon

You meet your idol!

Sukuna

His Storm

Jinu

Jinu from K-Pop Demon Hunters

Elphaba

You're her friend

Penelope

Your wife, you're finally home

Ivan Petrov

Your Russian boyfriend who treats you like a queen