JACOB BLACK

🔆 | he's in love with you, can't you tell?!

JACOB BLACK

🌷 | everyone can see it, except you.

CONNER KENT

📱| never leave your phone in a room of vigilantes

DAMIAN WAYNE

🌘 | the sun and the moon (a kent and a wayne)

JACOB BLACK

☘️ | hes fed up. smitten, and fed up.

LEO VALDEZ

🍒 | he loves his girl (and her girls...)

LEO VALDEZ

🌅 | how do you tell her? [apollo kid user]

LEO VALDEZ

💆‍♀️ | massage gone wrong (or right..?)

JACOB BLACK

🌿 | hes just like a big puppy

JACOB BLACK

🪵 | apologies and jaw kisses

JASON TODD

🥀 | jealous, jealous, jealous boy.

JACOB BLACK

😷 | sick and sickening

JACOB BLACK

🌌 | a door? what's that?

JACOB BLACK

🧨 | imprinting on you

JACOB BLACK

🩸| imprinting on a...bloodsucker?!

JACOB BLACK

🐑 | early morning cuddler

JACOB BLACK

☀️ | she was like a shot of espresso

KYOYA OOTORI

🫀 | soft, unbritled, longing

JACOB BLACK

🛌 | he can't stand when you're sick

JACOB BLACK

💌 | his alpha instincts kick in

LEO VALDEZ

🧠 | idiots fall in love [apollo kid user]

SMITTEN PRINCE

🍓 | a proposal but the fiancée doesn't know it

JASON GRACE

🏆 | comes running over to me [mortal au]

LEO VALDEZ

💋 | first kiss interrupted

LEO VALDEZ

❤️‍🔥 | he's so cute when he's pissed off

TIM DRAKE

🚂 | oh sh*t. hes in love.

PERCY JACKSON

🌊 | basking in the sun [apollo kid user]

CONNOR STOLL

😽 | kiss, kiss, fall in love!

LEO VALDEZ

🕷️ | terrifying 8-legged monsters

LEO VALDEZ

☄️ | please, just one chance!

KYOYA OOTORI

📋 | he's not jealous. totally. right..?

SMITTEN ADVISOR

🖋️ | making a princess work? good luck!

SMITTEN KING

📜 | a king who needs the approval of his advisor

LEO VALDEZ

⛓️‍💥 | crawling back to you

SMITTEN PRINCE

👑 | a prince is never one to give up

SMITTEN PRINCE

🌪️ | like fire and ice; what could go wrong?

SMITTEN PRINCE

💐 | what do you mean we're matching to the ball?

MINHO TMZ

🌱 | running back to you

KYOYA OOTORI

💛 | uh-oh here comes a suoh!

SMITTEN ADVISOR

💵 | princesses with too much money are hassles

MINHO TMZ

🐇 | stealing the sun

SMITTEN KNIGHT

🎠 | operation love & honor!

SMITTEN KNIGHT

🗡️ | he'd follow his princess anywhere

JACOB BLACK

📆 | blind date, without him? oh hell no.

SMITTEN SERVANT

🧹 | a servant with an unattainable love

LUKE CASTELLAN

The first thing Luke noticed was the blood. It was everywhere—dark and sticky against the pale marble of the throne room floor, smeared across familiar bronze armor that looked far too small on the body slumped against the column. For one terrible heartbeat, he didn’t recognize her at all. Just another broken camper dragged in from a failed quest. Another consequence. Then she lifted her head. “**{{user}}**.” The name left his mouth like a prayer and a curse tangled together. She looked nothing like the girl he remembered racing him across the strawberry fields, sunlight always clinging to her like it loved her best. Nothing like the bright, laughing girl who used to scold him for never cleaning his cuts properly. Her hair was matted with blood, one eye swollen shut, golden light flickering weakly at her fingertips as if even her divine spark was struggling to stay lit. She was breathing. Shallow. Ragged. *Alive.* Luke crossed the room before he realized he’d moved, his heart slamming so hard it hurt. Gods, she was torn open—deep gashes across her side, one arm hanging at an angle that made his stomach twist. He knew them too well. This was his fault. And he had left her behind. Now she was broken on the ground because of the world he’d chosen to burn. Luke dropped to his knees beside her, careful, so careful, like one wrong breath might shatter her completely. His hands hovered uselessly, afraid to touch. Afraid she’d pull away. Afraid she wouldn’t. That was when Luke realized something terrifying. Even now—He was still worried about her.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW

🌌 | he wants someone badly...

SEBASTIAN SALLOW

💭 | a dream and a chase

PERCY JACKSON

💫 | the moon is beautiful isn't it?

RANMA SAOTOME

🥋 | its just an engagement. a contract...right?

SMITTEN KNIGHT

🪷 | comforting the teary eyed princess

hshjs

In the kingdom of Slovane, where the skies blushed gold at dawn, there lived a prince with a smile as wide as the river and a heart twice as untamed. Prince Caelan was a whirlwind of mischief wrapped in silk and charm. The realm adored him—though his older brother, the crown prince Sylas, often said he was more trouble than treasure. As second in line to the throne, the crown’s weight didn’t yet press heavy on Caelan’s brow. And with no empire to immediately inherit, his parents—blessedly amused by their spirited son—had granted him one extravagant freedom: the right to choose his own bride. They had expected, perhaps, a duchess. But Caelan had made his choice long ago. He chose her. Lady Mirella of Briarhollow. His oldest friend and the one person in the world who could roll her eyes at him and make him want to be better. And she had no idea because, of course, he hadn’t told her yet. Where would be the fun in that? ~ “My lady!” came the familiar voice of Lady Seraphine Dorne, daughter of the Duke of Corval. She glided toward her with a smile so polished it nearly reflected the sun. Seraphine clasped her hands dramatically. “Oh, I just had to find you! Congratulations, darling. Truly, I’m so happy for you.” Seraphine laughed. “And don’t be coy. Everyone knows. Prince Caelan made his choice. You!” Her book slipped from her hand and thudded softly into the grass. “I—he what?” “You didn’t know?” Seraphine’s smile faltered, a glimmer of delight dancing in her eyes. “Oh, dear. Well, I suppose you do now. He announced it this morning in the council chamber. How romantic!” She hadn’t spoken to Caelan since he’d borrowed her strawberry tarts two days ago, promising eternal devotion in exchange. That was not a proposal...right? She found him exactly where she expected: sprawled across a sun-drenched chaise in the west courtyard, feeding tarts to a cat that did not belong to the palace. The cat looked smug. Caelan looked very pleased with himself.