2.8m Interactions
Sultan Murad IV
۶ৎ | is it too late.
179.3k
254 likes
Ragnar Lothbrok
⋆. | his little christian lamb.
154.4k
517 likes
Aegon the Conqueror
𐙚 | he aches for your love.
140.4k
687 likes
Dieter Hellstrom
🍓 | his rebellious darling wife.
101.9k
246 likes
Arjun Das
⤸ | your cruel husband.
82.9k
36 likes
Karna
☾. | ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
77.9k
78 likes
Tim Bradford
⊹ ࣪ ˖ | a means to end.
71.3k
116 likes
Major Iqbal
🎀 | ᴄʜᴀɪ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ
62.6k
34 likes
Cregan Stark
.ｏ♡ | ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴍᴜᴛᴇ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
54.3k
458 likes
Deacon Kay
୨ৎ | ʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ
53.5k
60 likes
Tim Bradford
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ | ʜɪꜱ ʙʟɪɴᴅ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
50.9k
181 likes
Dieter Hellstrom
୨ৎ | ᴀ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ
47.8k
164 likes
Tim Bradford
✿ | ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ
41.7k
106 likes
Victor Tan
୨ৎ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ
41.7k
114 likes
Alaric Stark
♋︎ | ᴀ ꜱᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀꜱ
41.1k
130 likes
Tim Bradford
⊹ ࣪ ˖ | ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ
40.0k
133 likes
Maegor the Cruel
𐙚 | ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛ
37.7k
198 likes
Tim Bradford
⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִ| ʜɪꜱ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ
37.0k
147 likes
Alauddin Khalji
۶ৎ | ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏx
36.9k
56 likes
Aegon the Conqueror
𐙚 | ʜᴇ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ ɪᴛ
36.9k
307 likes
Henry viii
⚃ | ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ
36.9k
134 likes
Prince Charles
✶ | ᴇxʜᴀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀ
30.7k
77 likes
Carlisle Cullen
▨ | ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ
28.8k
77 likes
Tim Bradford
𓀌 | ʙʟɪꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ
28.7k
83 likes
Cregan Stark
🍯| ʜɪꜱ ʟᴀɴɴɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ
27.9k
156 likes
Prince Daemon
▣ | ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ
27.3k
133 likes
Alaric Stark
Ი︵𐑼 | ᴀ ᴍᴇᴅᴅʟᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ
25.8k
212 likes
Sehzade Bayezid
۶ৎ | ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ɢɪʀʟ
23.9k
70 likes
Cregan Stark
⌒♥*:･。. | ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ...ꜱᴏ ʙᴀᴅʟʏ
20.8k
198 likes
Maegor the Cruel
░ | ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
20.5k
198 likes
Alaric Stark
─ .✦ | ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ
20.5k
180 likes
Raghav Shetty
⠡ | ʜɪꜱ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
18.5k
13 likes
John Shelby
*ੈ | ʜɪꜱ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ
18.5k
99 likes
Hondo Harrelson
ִֶָ. .. | ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ
18.4k
38 likes
Hans Landa
🌸 | ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ
18.3k
123 likes
Victor Tan
୨ৎ | ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ
17.9k
42 likes
Prince Phillip
♡ | ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄʜᴏʀ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ
16.0k
60 likes
Hans Landa
🌙 | ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
15.8k
91 likes
Hondo Harrelson
░ | ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
15.3k
40 likes
Ragnar Lothbrok
罒 | ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴀʟᴇʀ
15.3k
108 likes
Anthony Bridgerton
▹ | ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ
15.1k
105 likes
Tom Marvolo Riddle
ɞ .｡ | ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ
14.8k
63 likes
Dieter Hellstrom
⋆𖦹.✧˚ | ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
14.6k
72 likes
Simon Basset
♡.°⑅ | ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ
13.8k
52 likes
Deacon Kay
୨ৎ | ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜰᴇ
13.5k
52 likes
Victor Tan
୨ৎ | ʜɪꜱ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ
13.3k
61 likes
Thomas Shelby
ྀི꒱ა | ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ɢʏᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ
13.3k
98 likes
Marco
࣪ ִֶָ☾. | ɢᴏᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ
13.2k
17 likes
Aemond One Eye
⬚ | ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ
13.0k
154 likes
Sultan Suleiman
જ⁀➴ | ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ
12.5k
36 likes
Mitchell Starc
𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋ | ᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ
12.4k
6 likes
Garuda
࣪ ִֶָ☾. | ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪʟᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
12.4k
11 likes
Prince Daemon
❥ | ᴋɴᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
12.3k
102 likes
Hondo Harrelson
ꜛ | ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ
12.2k
44 likes
Henry Winter
𐙚 | ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ
11.6k
58 likes
Abrar Haque
✶ | insatiable lust.
11.2k
11 likes
Viserys iii
⬚ | ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ
11.1k
62 likes
Dieter Hellstrom
🦢 | ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴇʟ
9,816
63 likes
Volturi Kings
♡ | ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ'ꜱ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ
8,930
17 likes
Uchiha Madara
⊂⊃ | ʜɪꜱ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
8,680
84 likes
Senju Hashirama
∫.₊̣̇. | ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
8,450
24 likes
Dieter Hellstrom
༘ ⋆｡˚ | ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ
8,303
29 likes
Prince Rhaegar
𐙚 | ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏꜱᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ
8,172
65 likes
Achilles
﹢ | ʜᴇ ᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
8,166
84 likes
Deacon Kay
୨ৎ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏꜱꜱᴀᴍᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
7,874
18 likes
Louis Mountbatten
♡ | ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ
7,446
5 likes
Abrar Haque
✕ | ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
7,440
14 likes
Maegor the Cruel
▦ | ʜᴇ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴀᴄʀᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
7,380
57 likes
Hondo Harrelson
୨ৎ | ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ɪꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ
7,277
65 likes
Uchiha Madara
≋ | ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ
7,210
38 likes
Dominique Luca
🍎 | ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀɪᴇ
7,197
29 likes
Hondo Harrelson
୨ৎ | ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
7,178
57 likes
Deacon Kay
୨ৎ | ᴀ ᴜɴɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʀᴀꜱᴘʙᴇʀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀꜰꜰᴇɪɴᴇ
6,963
17 likes
Alaric Stark
🥎 | ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ
6,867
60 likes
Sehzade Mehmed
ྀིྀི | ꜱᴘɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪʟᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴇʀ'ꜱ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ
6,711
28 likes
Amon Goeth
ֶָ֢⊹𐙚 | ᴘᴏʀᴄᴇʟᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇꜱ
6,452
45 likes
Felix Volturi
→ | ʜɪꜱ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ
6,426
32 likes
Baelon the Brave
𐙚 | ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ
6,416
69 likes
Tom Marvolo Riddle
✦ | ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ
6,201
48 likes
Nick Amaro
🎀 | ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
6,047
16 likes
POLICE Aaron Thorsen
⋆ | Cop ' the way he watches.
6,015
36 likes
Tim Bradford
≋ | ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛ
5,901
23 likes
Thomas Shelby
💎 | ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ
5,782
22 likes
Bunny Corcoran
. ⊹ ₊ ݁. | ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʀᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ
5,733
23 likes
Deacon Kay
୨ৎ | ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʟᴏꜱᴛ
5,651
52 likes
Frederick Zoller
☾𖤓 | ᴄᴏʀᴅɪᴀʟ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏꜰꜰɪɴ
5,603
27 likes
Hondo Harrelson
▦ | ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
5,584
32 likes
Zero Wolf
ೀ | ᴄʜɪᴇꜰᴛᴀɪɴ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴍᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ
5,433
15 likes
Tywin Lanister
⋆˚࿔ | ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ
5,258
38 likes
Ragnar Lothbrok
✹ | ʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
5,250
31 likes
Aegon the Conqueror
ʬʬ | ʜᴇ ꜰᴏRᴄɪʙʟʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
5,248
46 likes
Aziz Haque
✿ | ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛʀᴏᴜꜱ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ
5,127
8 likes
Schutzstafel
♱ | ʏᴏᴜʀ 4 ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅꜱ
5,009
19 likes
Arthur Dayne
◖| ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ, ɪꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ꜰʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ
4,908
38 likes
Dieter Hellstrom
♡ ༘ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜ ʀᴏᴏᴍ
4,894
35 likes
Vikas Khanna
your overprotective husband ⠽
4,859
2 likes
SULTAN SULEIMAN
∞ | infatuated with you.
4,625
24 likes
AMON GOETH
𝄞 reunion.
4,589
23 likes
Chef Julian Slowik
🧸ྀི | ᴍɪꜱᴇ ᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ
4,539
30 likes
Wade Grey
△ | ꜱᴛɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ
4,529
14 likes
THEO SHARPE
ೀ | his soul is yours.
4,517
24 likes
Arjun Sharma
ᡣ𐭩 | ᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴘʟᴇxɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ
4,386
6 likes
DUNCAN THE TALL
ྀིྀི | his wife of convenience.
4,361
25 likes
Anthony Bridgerton
ᰔ | ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ
4,037
31 likes
Hondo Harrelson
୨ৎ | ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ
4,016
24 likes
Amit Lodha
𝒾 | ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ
3,945
5 likes
Prince Daemon
𐙚 | ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ
3,941
40 likes
Hondo Harrelson
𓅅 | ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ
3,922
21 likes
K ukulkan
𓍼 | ꜱᴋʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴇᴀ
3,847
9 likes
Otto Skorzeny
♡ᰔ૮ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ'ꜱ ᴅᴇɴ
3,832
2 likes
Tim Bradford
☆.•° | ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴍᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴍᴀ
3,693
36 likes
Aditya Mishra
◂ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪꜱɪᴏɴᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
3,627
7 likes
Vihaan Singh Shergil
𓁕 | ʜɪꜱ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
3,615
8 likes
Mahavir Singh Phogat
𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋ | ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴛʜᴀ
3,506
1 like
Alaric Stark
◣ | ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ
3,489
36 likes
Dieter Hellstrom
➳❤︎ | ꜱᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ
3,487
44 likes
DIETER HELLSTROM
⍢ | mortician wife.
3,462
37 likes
Willas Tyrell
𐙚 | ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ
3,367
49 likes
Kemankes Pasha
ꔠ | ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
3,355
7 likes
Henry viii
⇥ | ɴᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ
3,246
12 likes
MARCUS VOLTURI
♡.°⑅ | didyme's reincarnation.
3,129
7 likes
Sakamaki Subaru
( ੭ | ʜɪꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʟɪᴄ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
3,096
30 likes
Wade Grey
△ | ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ
3,082
16 likes
SULTAN SULEIMAN
🐙 | the empire's quiet flame.
3,070
18 likes
Chef Julian Slowik
🎩| ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏꜰᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ
3,041
21 likes
Otto Hightower
▩ | ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
3,002
24 likes
Kuntiputras
꒱ॱ◌̥*⃝ | | ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
2,999
5 likes
Abid ul Haque
Ꜣ | silken chains.
2,861
13 likes
SULTAN SULEIMAN
★ | whispers in the golden cage.
2,839
17 likes
Gojo Satoru
♡ ༘ | ꜰʀᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏ
2,834
13 likes
Johnny Foote
♾️ | ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɢɪʀʟ
2,791
18 likes
SEHZADE MUSTAFA
🌸 | crimson threads in the tent of war.
2,788
15 likes
Hondo Harrelson
⇆ | ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛ
2,750
21 likes
Hans Landa
🗝️ | ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ
2,745
58 likes
NANAMI KENTO
ﮩ٨ـﮩ | the woes of kotatsu.
2,717
4 likes
Franz Sauer
𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 | ʟᴀᴄᴇ, ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴠᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜʀ
2,647
19 likes
Cygnus Black
♡ | ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ
2,642
10 likes
Chef Julian Slowik
ᡣ𐭩 | ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ
2,605
19 likes
Addam Velaryon
☄ | ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱᴇᴇᴅ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ
2,577
26 likes
Orys Baratheon
✿ | ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴇ
2,517
39 likes
Virendra Chaudhary
◤ | ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ
2,508
Abhijit Pandey
➧ | an unforgivable offense.
2,444
5 likes
Aemond One Eye
▥ | ʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ
2,422
60 likes
BRYNDEN RIVERS
# | does he still love shiera.
2,403
24 likes
Arthur Shelby
˙✧˖° | ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴀʀ
2,360
17 likes
Baelon the Brave
ᯓ★ | ᴀ ꜱᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇ
2,321
21 likes
Achilles
۶ৎ | ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏɴᴢᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ
2,215
22 likes
Dominique Luca
✩♬ ₊˚. | ᴍᴏʀᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
2,175
5 likes
HANS LANDA
🌷͙₊˚*ੈ♡ wintery delights.
2,173
24 likes
Slytherin Husbands
🧶 | ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ɪꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ
2,159
14 likes
DEV CHAUDHARY
◈ | you were his dying wife.
2,138
1 like
Arthur Shelby
🎀 | ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇʀ
2,130
26 likes
Aegon the Conqueror
౨ৎ | ᴇᴍʙʀᴏɪᴅᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜɴꜱᴇᴛꜱ
2,110
26 likes
Jason Duval
✎ | ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ
2,065
1 like
Vikram Sinha
🧸 | ʜɪꜱ ʜɪʀᴀᴇᴛʜ
2,003
2 likes
THOMAS SHELBY
⋆ | meat, peas and gossip.
1,995
14 likes
DEWEY RILEY
̊ | the only shelter he knows.
1,973
7 likes
DIONYSUS
◐ | his everything.
1,961
6 likes
Damon Salvatore
✺ | ᴇᴜɴᴏɪᴀ, ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ
1,958
15 likes
DIETER HELLSTROM
⤷ | the raven watches.
1,952
19 likes
AERYS II
.ೃ࿔*:･ | he is turning mad.
1,923
19 likes
EROS
◖you are his soulmate◗
1,913
7 likes
SULTAN SULEIMAN
ᯓ | the flame that burns the sultan's heart.
1,893
19 likes
Oliver Mellors
The hut held its quiet like a held breath. Oliver paused just inside the door, boots damp with moss and soil, the smell of the woods still clinging to him. The fire had burned down to embers. Good. He preferred it that way — warmth without noise. Outside, the estate lay hushed, trees bent low under the weight of evening. You sat at the table. Not reading. Not working. Just sitting — one leg moving in that restless rhythm you never seemed able to stop, fingers worrying at your nails until the skin around them flushed pink. Your shoulders were slightly hunched, narrow beneath the beige wool, as if you were bracing against something unseen. *She’s drifting again,* he thought. *Too far this time.* He closed the door quietly behind him. You didn’t look up. That, more than anything, told him what he needed to know. Homesick. The word carried the taste of cold air and stone hills. Wind through heather. A place that didn’t hem you in. He felt the weight of it settle in his chest — not guilt exactly, but responsibility. *I brought her here. Asked her to live small for my sake.* He crossed the room without hurry. Army training had taught him how to move without sound, but with purpose. He knelt beside you instead of standing over you, a conscious choice, and rested his hand on your knee. Broad palm. Steady pressure. Your leg stilled instantly. Good. He studied you closely — the pasty skin, the wide face made sharper by worry, the way your light eyes stared past the walls as if they might thin enough to show you the Highlands if you looked hard enough. The scent of you rose faint and familiar — pineapple, coconut, a hint of gingerbread — soft and domestic and deeply his. *She’s been good. Too good.* His thumb moved slowly through the wool, grounding you where words could not. He didn’t need speech to know what sat heavy in you. You carried it in the tension of your hands, the way you leaned inward instead of outward, conserving yourself. His hand slid to your waist then, firm and certain. A claim. Not cruel — never cruel with you — but unmistakable. You leaned into him without hesitation. *There you are.* Oliver bent his head, forehead brushing your hair, breath warm and even. He let himself stay there a moment longer than necessary, anchoring you with weight and warmth, with presence. *She thinks I don’t see it. Thinks she has to bear it alone.* He tightened his arm around you, enclosing you fully against his chest. You fit there naturally — narrow, restless, made calm by contact. He felt the small movements ease under his hold, the constant shifting slow. *That’s what she needs. Not talk. Just ground beneath her feet.* He stayed like that, listening to your breathing change, listening to the hut settle around you. Outside, the woods whispered — not the Highlands, but close enough for now. His hand rose to your jaw, thumb brushing along the line of it, rough against soft. He lifted your face just enough to look at you properly. Your eyes met his — quiet, aching, trusting. *Mine,* the thought came again, instinctive and unshakeable. “I won’t keep you caged,” he said softly into the stillness. His voice was low, controlled, meant more for himself than for you. “Not if it costs you yourself.” He rested his forehead against yours, breath mingling with yours, unhurried. “You’ll see your hills again,” he murmured. “I’ll make sure of it.”
1,888
3 likes
Alphard Pollux Black
°❀⋆. | ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴋᴏɴɪɴɢ
1,885
24 likes
GODRIC GRYFFINDOR
*♡ꕤ after the sword.
1,882
12 likes
AUGUST VAN DER HOLT
⋅ ˚✮ | cherry smoke and jungle gold.
1,880
3 likes
Brandon Stark
↪ | ᴀ ꜰʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ
1,836
12 likes
Deacon Kay
୭ | ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ
1,827
12 likes
Robert Bartheon
🫧 | ᴇʏᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ
1,817
13 likes
MILITARY TEAM
𖥔 | their sniper wife.
1,813
19 likes
Akhil Bharadwaj
◟| ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴇᴀᴛꜱ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ
1,787
4 likes
Abhiram Chaturvedi
♖ | train journey.
1,781
DIETER HELLSTROM
⚝ | the cyan flame.
1,757
28 likes
SULTAN SULEIMAN
࣪ ִֶָ☾. | the lilac hour.
1,748
24 likes
CREGAN STARK
🐇 | his enslaved wife.
1,740
20 likes
DIETER HELLSTROM
⌗ | in the quiet between shadows.
1,735
19 likes
Henry Winter
ꕤ | ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʏᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ʟᴇᴀɴꜱ
1,720
15 likes
ALARIC SALVATORE
*✲⋆ | drug-lord husband.
1,718
6 likes
ARES
✶ | you were an exception.
1,712
9 likes
Arthur Dayne
∇ | ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ
1,702
16 likes
SIMON BASSET
⋆ | a poetical grotesque.
1,692
15 likes
SHIVA
𓀾 | you are sati.
1,650
1 like
Henry Winter
⟡ | ʀᴀɪɴꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɪɴ
1,646
18 likes
Gen Hugh Beresford
◌ | ʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪꜱ ʀᴀᴊᴘᴜᴛ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ
1,645
1 like
BALRAM
@ | you are his wife, revati.
1,633
5 likes
TIM BRADFORD
📿| melancholy.
1,628
14 likes
ANTHONY BRIDGERTON
✞ | the bane of his existence.
1,622
30 likes
HOMELANDER
✧.* | the sky between us.
1,569
18 likes
BARUN ROY
.ೃ࿔*: | widdiful.
1,553
4 likes
ALEC VOLTURI
🛕 | you are back home.
1,553
10 likes
Nawab Mohammud
𓅗 | ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇɢᴜᴍ
1,541
2 likes
AEGON THE UNLIKELY
𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋ | an unlikely queen, you were.
1,538
26 likes
ARO VOLTURI
ᕕ | his fae queen.
1,526
9 likes
PRINCE FRIEDRICH
: ̗̀➛ | lost for you.
1,469
14 likes
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
⪨ | he was a simp for you, his senpai.
1,431
22 likes
PATRICK PADDY FELD
૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა | the friendship bracelet still holds.
1,431
20 likes
TYWIN LANISTER
💅🏻 | his strange new wife.
1,426
11 likes
AEMOND ONE EYE
♡ | the storm in the tower.
1,425
24 likes
AUGUST VAN DER HOLT
༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻ | you are all he ever wanted love to be.
1,424
17 likes
DILEEP SINGH
⇰ | your husband.
1,421
HENRY WINTER
★ | the cot in the library.
1,418
10 likes
AMIT LODHA
𖡼.𖤣𖥧 | hunger.
1,414
4 likes
OTTOMAN Suleiman
𝜗ৎ | Sultan ‘ the emperor who kneeled for you.
1,413
31 likes
THOMAS SHELBY
ྀི≼ | the flowers in the newspaper.
1,396
21 likes
AEGOR RIVERS
𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 | your husband never rested.
1,390
23 likes
PATRICK PADDY FELD
꒰ ˆ ꒵ ˆ꒱ | his nightmares.
1,365
24 likes
ARES
ᶻz | pregnant with his child.
1,361
40 likes
AURANE WATERS
🐱 | marrying your bastard uncle.
1,358
19 likes
Edward Ed Green
✱ | his wife.
1,330
1 like
AGATSYA DESHPANDE
𓃚 | he knew you by heart.
1,312
4 likes
ANTHONY BRIDGERTON
🍒 | a tremble in stillness.
1,306
12 likes
LAXMAN
*°⋆❆ | the beauty of silence.
1,294
1 like
Sam Cahill
you are his wife 𓅃
1,281
3 likes
HENRY WINTER
🎀 | hymns for the mortal boy.
1,280
13 likes
KING AASHRIT
@ | someone to contend with.
1,242
6 likes
HENRY WINTER
⋆ | the temple cracks, and i let him in.
1,234
9 likes
KUNAL BAHL
𝜗ৎ | sweet wife.
1,231
DIETER HELLSTROM
ཐི༏ཋྀ | nadine's firecracker.
1,219
11 likes
HENRY WINTER
❁ | the fracture beneath the coloumn.
1,172
11 likes
BALTHAZAR AVERY
🐇་༘࿐ | the price of obedience.
1,167
9 likes
ANTHONY BRIDGERTON
✦ | a study in slate and smoke.
1,162
18 likes
FREDERICK ZOLLER
ɞ˚‧｡⋆ reunion.
1,149
8 likes
Maegor Targaryen
his fourth wife #
1,144
21 likes
TOM MARVOLO RODDLE
˚ 𓆉 the unquiet dead.
1,140
9 likes
DONNY DONOWITZ
ִ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ wintery delights.
1,136
10 likes
AEMOND ONE EYE
დ | you are drunk.
1,132
53 likes
APOLLO
▽ | you are pregnant with his child.
1,123
30 likes
henry winter
⊹ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴇQᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴢᴜʀᴇ
1,111
15 likes
ADDAM VELARYON
⋆˚｡| besotted with you.
1,108
21 likes
FREDERICK ZOLLER
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚 wintery delights.
1,093
3 likes
ALEXEI KARENIN
☆ | gone for you.
1,085
9 likes
Abhinav Tiwari
♆ | the return after deployment.
1,041
4 likes
BAELON THE BRAVE
⋆˚࿔ | your happy little family.
1,026
27 likes
BLACK HUSBANDS
⇏ | you were their keeper.
1,025
20 likes
PRINCE DAEMON
🎧 | your husband is back.
1,023
21 likes
Rudra Pratap Singh
you are his wife ~
1,022
4 likes
ARO VOLTURI
❰❰ | you are his depressed soulmate.
1,019
9 likes
MARK JOHNSON
ꈊ ᵔ｡` | traditional husband
1,014
7 likes
BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR
🎀⋆ | sanctified in your silence.
994
9 likes
LI JIAN
⪨ | disfigured princely husband.
993
10 likes
SHIVAANSH
✿ | he is obsessed with you.
992
CHARLIE MAYHEW
ა ♡ | litany for a gold coloured wife.
990
8 likes
JOHN SHELBY
⭒˚.⋆⭒ back from war.
987
3 likes
PRINCE DAEMON
⎙ | you were his obsession.
983
27 likes
BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR
˚.🎀 | where the bruises bloom.
969
13 likes
John Dutton
ꂦ | ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
965
4 likes
ZENIN TOJI
✧˚ ⋆ | the beast and the wit.
956
3 likes
DAMIEN SINCLAIR
.｡*ﾟ+.*. | 1940s husband.
953
15 likes
OBANAI IGURO
♡ | you had saved his life in the past.
945
4 likes
DARK FALL RP
⋆｡𖦹 ° | the captured princess.
936
4 likes
UHTRED RAGNARSSON
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 he just got married to you.
926
6 likes
BUNNY CORCORAN
. ݁₊ ⊹ | the gospel according to ruin.
921
16 likes
henry winter
❁ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇʟᴛᴇᴅ
914
14 likes
SCHUTZSTAFEL
♱ your 4 forced husbands.
909
10 likes
CREGAN STARK
🐭 | yandere for you.
909
20 likes
BILLY BUTCHER
^᪲᪲᪲ | wreckage in the nursery.
888
10 likes
DEACON KAY
✨ | mortician wife.
882
7 likes
PRINCE FRIEDRICH
⊂⊃ the prince and the admiral.
873
7 likes
GUNTHER SCHELLER
၄၃ soft sweet life.
862
12 likes
KING VISERYS
𓆝 𓆟 arranged marriage.
859
7 likes
CRISTON COLE
⋅⋆ ─ | steel and straw.
857
10 likes
PRINCE DAEMON
⋆.*⃝̥◌ॱ꒰ | in love with a bastard.
855
23 likes
PRINCE DAEMON
𓅈 | reincarnated as laena.
851
8 likes
henry winter
𝜗ৎ | ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ
850
11 likes
RUSTOM PAVRI
｡*ﾟ.*.｡ | he protects you.
842
1 like
ADVAIT JOSHI
𓀌 | golgappa shennaigans.
839
4 likes
CREGAN STARK
་༘࿐ | the sabre mazurka.
833
9 likes
Cregan Stark
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ | winter's claim.
832
5 likes
SALAZAR SLYTHERIN
˚⊹ in the forest of pain and godblood.
828
9 likes
DEATH EATER HUSBANDS
Χ | gained 5 husbands.
819
20 likes
JOHN NOLAN
𓃫 | c'est la vie.
819
21 likes
FREDERICK ZOLLER
.ೃ࿔*:･ the quiet between gunfire.
780
8 likes
BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR
𖦹 | velora's blue ribbon.
770
11 likes
JAMES SIRIUS REMUS
╰┈➤ combustion of love.
765
24 likes
MESSMER THE IMPALER
➜ | where the golden falls.
762
13 likes
ALEJANDRO VARGAS
ᝰ.ᐟ | four roses, four names.
758
6 likes
BENEDICT BRIDGERTON
⋆ | in the stillness of candlelight.
757
14 likes
PAUL ANDS EMBRY
੯゜| meadow picnic.
755
6 likes
IVOR VALENTINE
*♡ | your owner.
750
5 likes
Simon Basset
₊˚ʚ | royal wife.
729
2 likes
Abeer Singh
𓅕 | seven days of madness.
726
6 likes
AEMOND ONE EYE
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ | a forced union.
719
20 likes
DEACON KAY
❥ | discharged from the hospital.
718
5 likes
IPS ARJUN MAITRA
🤍 | the lost art.
714
6 likes
SAGOR TALUKDAR
･*❆ ₊⋆ | one day, three autumns.
712
AEMOND ONE EYE
⊹ ࣪ ˖ | the quiet between storms.
712
15 likes
KESHAV CHETIA
⇵ | your arranged marriage husband.
707
4 likes
Greg House
The diagnostics office was lit like an interrogation room—too bright, too honest. Whiteboard cluttered with half-erased differential lists, arrows crossing like arguments that never resolved. House sat in his chair at an angle that made his leg hate him slightly less, cane hooked against the desk, Vicodin bottle conspicuously absent. He noticed that. He always noticed that. You were at the counter by the window, back to him, rinsing a mug with methodical patience. His mug. Blue ceramic, chipped at the rim. The kettle clicked off behind you, steam ghosting up and fogging the glass. You wore that jumper again—the neutral one that somehow made the world quieter just by existing in it. Necklace resting at your throat, the cheap little prize he’d won with rigged darts and a smile he hadn’t earned. *She’s rearranging my office. Again. Subtle invasion. Paramedic tactic. Secure the scene. Control the variables.* You didn’t ask permission. You never did. You just moved things—papers squared, a pen set parallel to the desk, his jacket folded over the chair like it belonged there. It annoyed him. Which meant it worked. House watched your hands. He always did. Short fingers, steady. No tremor. A person who could thread an IV in a moving ambulance and still have the decency not to brag about it. When you reached for the kettle, the sleeve slid back, exposing skin the color of late afternoon—warm, unpretentious. His leg flared. Sharp. Mean. *Great. Pain spike. Either it’s neuropathic or psychosomatic. Or—plot twist—it’s my body reminding me I exist and I hate that.* You crossed the room and set the mug down within reach. Steam carried turmeric and clove and something faintly sweet. Clary sage. He told everyone he hated tea. He told you nothing. You just knew. Always did. House stared at the mug like it had personally insulted him. “Tea,” he said, flat. “The beverage equivalent of giving up.” You didn’t react. Didn’t smile. Didn’t correct him. You leaned against the desk instead, close enough that he could smell cherry bubble bath under the antiseptic of the hospital. Clean and soft and unfair. *She knows I’ll drink it. She also knows I’ll pretend I’m not grateful. Marriage is a sustained experiment in mutual manipulation.* He picked up the mug. Drank. Too fast. Burned his tongue. Deserved it. Across the room, the whiteboard glared back at him. A case stalled in purgatory. Labs inconclusive. Team circling the wrong answers like bored vultures. “You know what the problem is?” he said, to the room, to the case, to you without looking. “Everyone wants meaning. Patients want a story. Doctors want a hero. Religion wants a reason. Biology just wants to be annoying.” You shifted your weight. Socked feet barely audible on linoleum. He felt it more than heard it—your presence adjusting, like pressure equalizing. *She’s listening. Not judging. That’s the dangerous part.* His gaze flicked to you then—really looked. Short. Petite. Unassuming like a closed book everyone underestimated until it corrected them. Pale grey eyes watching him with that maddening calm, like weather you’d already predicted. *She sees me. Not the genius. Not the bastard. The mechanism. The flaw. The man who could’ve been three different people and chose the worst possible compromise out of spite.* House swallowed another mouthful of tea. “My blood type’s AB,” he muttered. “Universal recipient. I take from everyone. Give to no one.” You reached out then—just your fingers, light as a hypothesis—and adjusted the angle of the mug so it wouldn’t spill. You didn’t touch him. Not really. He flinched anyway. *There it is. That stupid reflex. Like my nervous system recognizes kindness as a foreign body.* His jaw tightened. He hated that you could do that without trying. Without saying a word. Hated it the way addicts hate mirrors. “You’re my emergency contact,” he went on, voice dry, almost bored. “Which is ridiculous. If I’m unconscious, the last thing I need is someone who’ll actually care.”
706
PRINCE DAEMON
🫧 | he's courting you.
698
18 likes
AEMON DRAGONKNIGHT
𓃾 | he chose you.
691
10 likes
STEFAN SALVATORE
␥ | he loves you.
691
8 likes
KARAN KASHYAP
𓁈 | his arranged marriage wife.
688
4 likes
BRAN THE BUILDER
★ | he kneels to you.
680
9 likes
RAM
➨ | you are sita.
677
Donny Donowitz
✦ | you are the nzi hunter.
658
5 likes
POLICE Aarav Rawal
⠿ | Cop ' for chinna.
656
5 likes
HANNIBAL LECTER
✎💣 | in the house of hungering silence.
649
13 likes
KLAUS JAGER
꒰ ˆ ꒵ ˆ꒱ | you knitted a scarf for him.
648
15 likes
DEVANSH JOSHI
𓆰 | your husband through arranged marriage.
648
1 like
GODWYN THE GOLDEN
🎀ྀི the sunlight between.
647
3 likes
PRINCE DAEMON
ᯓᡣ𐭩 | married to the second daughter.
646
25 likes
GWAYNE HIGHTOWER
🦢 | the vow made in violet.
644
13 likes
harwin strong
✶ | ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ
644
23 likes
KING JAEHAERYS
𓅥 | your elder brother-husband.
636
19 likes
PRINCE AEMON
⠔ | a bloody night.
633
5 likes
DEVENDRA KHATRI
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 | the nsg commando and the it officer.
620
3 likes
ALFIE SOLOMONS
ᬊ᭄꧂ back from war.
620
5 likes
PRINCE DAEMON
ᥫ᭡ | you wont be taken away from him.
613
37 likes
MANU CHANDRA
♡ | silfira, an inner quiet confidence.
612
John Shelby
marrying a stranger @
610
3 likes
DRACO and THEODORE
ᯓ | a breeding of necessity.
605
13 likes
henry winter
❄ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ
601
5 likes
AEGON THE CONQUEROR
─୨ৎ | you are his bastard queen.
597
33 likes
Alvin Marsh
Alvin notices broken things before people. It’s a habit etched into him—loose boards, humming wires, a door that doesn’t quite sit right in its frame. The world presents itself to him as a series of problems asking to be solved. He likes that. Problems make sense. They behave. You do not behave like a problem. That’s why you stayed. He doesn’t think of love as something soft. He thinks of it the way he thinks of load-bearing walls. Necessary. Dangerous if misjudged. Permanent once built. When he wakes up in the morning, before his feet even hit the floor, his mind checks the house: temperature, pipes, locks—and then you. Always you. Breathing steady. Hair spread over the pillow like something fragile he’s been trusted with. Poverty used to be a private humiliation. Now it’s a threat. That’s the difference. Before you, he could endure anything. Now every late bill feels like a personal failure, like he’s letting rot creep into the structure he swore he’d keep standing. So he works more. Says yes more. Comes home with split knuckles and sawdust in his hair and that quiet, rigid look in his eyes that means he’s holding himself together with discipline alone. He doesn’t talk about it. He just fixes things. He fixes the step before it creaks. The heater before winter bites. Your cracked comb gets replaced with a better one—real bristles, expensive, wrapped carefully like a secret. He buys your favorite sweets even when the math doesn’t work out, because some things are non-negotiable. Your comfort is one of them. People still notice him. He feels it sometimes—the pause, the glance held a second too long. It irritates him now. Desire aimed at him feels misdirected, almost offensive. He belongs somewhere. With you. Anything else is static. What undid him wasn’t your hair or your voice. It was the way you listened. The way you asked about wire gauges like it mattered. The way you remembered. That still does something to his chest, even now. Especially now. Marriage didn’t loosen him. It anchored him. Gave all that restraint somewhere to go. At night, when the apartment is quiet and the city settles into its old groan, he lies awake sometimes and thinks about how easily everything could fall apart. How thin the margin is. How close he still lives to the edge. And then he reaches for you—not dramatically, not urgently—just enough to make sure you’re there. Warm. Real. His. He doesn’t need grand thoughts then. Just one simple truth, steady as a properly grounded circuit: if you are here, the system holds. He closes the door of their bedroom, as he dusts off his snowy jacket. Winter's harsh in Derry this time. Their apartment wasnt much, it was small and hella depressing when Alvin had moved in, but then you came into his life, and somehow worked your magic in the little apratment, turning a place that was mouldy and shitty to something actually cozy and wonderful and worthy of calling home. You had painted the mouldy cement walls to soft white and gentle green ones, put curtains over the windows, made litte things from scratch for decoration, and handstitched a thick quilt and pillows for their bed, making it extremely warm and cozy to the point, they dont even need a heater. He softens seeing you in bed, you always sleep on the side beside the windows. You had put pillows behind, so your back wont be to the cold wall. He quickly changes out of his work wear and joins you in bed, stroking your red curls. “Somethin’ loose by the sink, Frida,” he murmurs, more promise than complaint. “I’ll fix it in the mornin’. Don’t worry.”
582
NANAMI KENTO
˚♡˚ | picking you up.
580
4 likes
PRINCE DAEMON
. 𖦹˙— you are his sister-wife.
579
9 likes
Kayce Dutton
♖ | ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴘʟɪᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʙʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
573
4 likes
henry winter
⋈ | ᴄʜɪᴀʀᴏꜱᴄᴜʀᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
561
13 likes
KINGSGUARD I
*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆when the seven come home.
559
7 likes
MARCUS VOLTURI
( ˊᵕˋ ) | he remembers.
553
6 likes
DILEEP SINGH
☬ | homecoming.
552
HOMELANDER
★ | his woman.
551
15 likes
Rishu Saxena
your innocent yet twisted husband ☸
549
1 like
ALFIE SOLOMONS
* | alfie's gospel.
542
9 likes
Jaehaerys the Great
your yandere brother who's betrothed to you ⊂⊃
539
9 likes
RAGNAR LOTHBROK
۶ৎ | pressing herbs to the soil.
537
14 likes
COOPER HOWARD
𝜗𝜚 | cracked leather & chubby kisses.
525
17 likes
TYWIN LANISTER
ꨄ | arranged marriage husband.
521
11 likes
Ragnar Lothbrok
🌌 | ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
520
4 likes
JIM STREET
➼ | been chaotic.
509
5 likes
SANDOR CLEAGNE
‧₊˚♪ none so fierce.
509
7 likes
Richard Neville
✮⋆˙ | 16th earl of warwick, the kingmaker
503
FELIX VOLTURI
./づ~ 🍓" the soldier's redemption.
502
5 likes
ARTHUR SHELBY
𐙚 | the bruiser's prayer.
502
7 likes
Wayne McCullough Jr
♝ | ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ
501
7 likes
HONDO HARRELSON
𝜗ৎ | the fortress at dusk.
497
4 likes
GENICHIRO ASHINA
🩰🦢 beneath the ash, the violet.
490
2 likes
ALEXEI VRONSKY
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ | what love is not.
488
7 likes
THOMAS SHELBY
˙✧˖° he doesn't love you, yet you are his wife.
484
8 likes
ACP Aaryan Rathore
☆ | ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏʟᴅ ʀᴏᴏᴍ
484
1 like
ADDAM MARBRAND
𓅐 | the flame beneath bronze.
483
7 likes
DAEMON COX
◌ | commander of the navy and a newly made earl.
482
4 likes
ARO VOLTURI
⋆｡‧₊°♱༺ | the volturi king.
480
6 likes
BHUPENDRA SINGH
🐰 | he came home after 5 days.
478
6 likes
ASTIKA
▚ | he is here for you.
476
4 likes
Jake Gillan
you witness a murder 〇
474
MIKE HECK
⌗ movie night madness.
473
2 likes
CAIUS VOLTURI
⊚⃝⸜ | her stillness.
468
5 likes
Tim Bradford
you are his stalker ！
466
4 likes
ADAM WALLACE
〇 | the only one allowed to touch him.
464
2 likes
GRAND DUKE DAMIEN
🐚 | grand duke of the north.
462
4 likes
AEMON DRAGONKNIGHT
⋆˚࿔ | a quiet evening.
457
14 likes
ANDREI NOLAN
ִֶָ˖· | ashes in the cradle.
446
5 likes
ARTHUR DAYNE
◕ | he...he has started loving you.
446
6 likes
JOHNNY SILVERHAND
〽 | dead air between us.
443
4 likes
ARTOS STARK
⇢ | you are his betrothed.
441
7 likes
AERON GREYJOY
°❀⋆. | the sweetest reward.
434
6 likes
CREGAN STARK
🫧 | you were worried.
431
14 likes
KING HENRY
﹒⪩⪨﹒ his quiet woman.
426
8 likes
PRINCE DAEMON
.ೃ࿔*:･ | his war bride.
425
28 likes
APOLLO
╰┈➤ | the laurel that would not burn.
422
12 likes
henry winter
୨ৎ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʟᴇ ɢᴇᴏᴍᴇᴛʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ
417
5 likes
THOMAS SHELBY
𐙚 | red and violet chains.
417
11 likes
Viscount Eric Brooke
you are his wife ◍
413
ADRIAN MARCUS
‹𝟹 | your soulmates.
409
5 likes
DEV YADAV
▓ | your husband.
408
1 like
CARSON MARTIN
𝜗ৎ | what remains when the guns stop
403
1 like
EDDARD STARK
🦋 | his wife.
400
8 likes
CHARLIE MAYHEW
✶⋆.˚ | ash on silk, wine on tongue.
399
5 likes
RAMSAY BOLTON
𓍼 unhappy marriage.
397
1 like
MARRIAGE CONTRACT A
₍^. .^₎⟆ your 4 lawful husbands.
392
10 likes
Jon Snow
he comes back from death, wrong. darker.
389
3 likes
ABRAXAS MALFORTE
⋆˚✿˖°ᡣ𐭩 | a poetic match.
389
9 likes
ASLAN LANNITER
↺ | just like his father.
386
7 likes
Rajesh Tomar
you are his wife η
386
CHARLES MACAULAY
*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐 | a prayer in magenta and smoke.
385
6 likes
AUGUST VAN DER HOLT
🍒 | the architect & the anomaly.
384
6 likes
FOUNDER HUSBANDS
✧˖°.they have followed you to this life.
383
9 likes
BUNNY CORCORAN
. ݁ ⟡ ݁ | laurel and static.
383
14 likes
Rogar Baratheon
his assassin wife #
381
6 likes
DILEEP SINGH
𓅱 | your husband.
380
1 like
Oliver Mellors
Winter came early that year, slipping down from the trees like a held breath finally released. The frost clung to the hut before dawn, silvering the low roof, stiffening the earth until even the birds kept quiet. Oliver woke before the light, as he always did. Army habit. Body remembering cold mornings that had meant death if you lingered. You were already awake. He knew it without looking. He could hear it in the way the kettle was set down too carefully, in the small restless scrape of your chair against the floor, in the faint, maddening rhythm of your legs moving beneath the table. You were burning yourself out again. He could smell it—pineapple and coconut warming against damp wool, gingerbread faint as a promise that hadn’t quite kept. *She’ll work herself hollow if I let her,* he thought, not unkindly. *Like a terrier worrying a bone, long after there’s nothing left to take.* You had your sleeves rolled, hands red and raw from the cold water, hair pinned back with no care for beauty. Not that it mattered. He felt the familiar pull in his chest anyway—the ache of it, steady and low, like a banked fire. You were thin as a winter reed, narrow-shouldered, legs too short for the way you paced the room, biting your nails as you stared at the small cupboard as if you could bargain more food out of it by force of will. Money was thin. He knew it. He counted every coin the way he once counted bullets. But watching you ration yourself—skipping bites, stretching broth thin as rainwater—set something old and dangerous stirring in him. *I did not crawl out of that war to watch my wife starve in silence,* he thought. *Not you. Never you.* He crossed the hut quietly, boots soundless on the packed earth floor. When he reached you, he didn’t speak at first. Just rested a hand at your waist—firm, possessive, grounding. His palm fit there as if it had been shaped for it, broad and warm against your cold through the thin fabric. You stilled immediately. That, more than anything, told him what he needed to know. *Obliging,* he thought, with a flicker of something like guilt. *Always so bloody obliging. Even when you’re running yourself ragged.* He leaned down, breath brushing the side of your head, beard rough against your temple. You smelled like comfort and effort and the small stubborn hope you carried into everything. It undid him in ways no shellfire ever had. “Enough,” he said at last, voice low, Scottish burr softened by restraint. Not a command barked. A decision made. You didn’t answer. You never did. But your shoulders drew in, instinctive, and he felt the tension there—your habit of yielding even when you shouldn’t. That was when his hand tightened, not to hurt, but to remind. *She needs boundaries like earth needs frost,* he thought. *Else she spreads herself too thin and vanishes.* He turned you gently but decisively, guiding you to the chair by the hearth. Pressed you down with a hand at your shoulder. Solid. Certain. The way he had once positioned men under fire—only now there was no urgency, no violence. Just care disguised as authority. “You’ll sit,” he said quietly. “And you’ll warm yourself.” Your eyes lifted to him then—those pale, piercing blue eyes that saw straight through his silences. You didn’t smile. You didn’t argue. Your legs kept moving, restless even as you obeyed. *She’s the only thing I came back for*, he thought. *Didn’t know it till I had her. Didn’t know I was empty till she filled the space.* He crouched in front of you, large frame folding down, hands surprisingly gentle as he wrapped your weak fingers around the warm mug he’d poured. His thumb brushed your knuckles, rough skin against softness. “I’ve got this,” he murmured, more to himself than you. “You keep the fire. That’s your work.”
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2 likes
RUDRA KUMAR AWASTHI
➢ | your husband.
375
APOLLO
✸ | he would do anything for you.
372
8 likes
BALRAJ CHAUDHARY
◈ | you are his sweet emotional wife.
370
1 like
AERON GREYJOY
𓁔 | damphair's bride
367
6 likes
LUCA CHANGRETTA
✩ | the oath of vengenance.
361
7 likes
BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR
꒷꒦︶ ๋ | ࣭raspberry stains & war cries.
360
5 likes
PRINCE AEMON
ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ | you were the tyrant's daughter.
356
9 likes
Virendra Chaudhary
$ | the never-ending melas
355
Jon Snow
he aches for you ıllı
350
9 likes
ATHARV SHARMA
✩ | in times of difficulty.
348
1 like
AFTON VOLTURI
♡ ༘ | a picnic with him.
342
5 likes
AEMOND ONE EYE
▒ | he will make you his.
341
16 likes
SULTAN SULEIMAN
ᯓᡣ𐭩 | the olive thread in tapestry of empires.
335
4 likes
HANNIBAL LECTER
♨💗 | the quiet between heartbeats.
334
10 likes
ARGILLAC DURRANSDON
❀ | you were his pretty soft wife.
331
5 likes
BENEDICT BRIDGERTON
𓆩♡𓆪 | childhood crush.
327
7 likes
LUCIUS MALFROY
⋆.˚ 𓇼 ashes beneath the manor.
327
5 likes
MAJOR RAGHAV RATHORE
▖| forever.
323
1 like
JIM HOPPER
ꨄ︎ | the weight he can't let go.
323
7 likes
RANJIT THAKUR
🌸 | everything in time.
319
2 likes
james poter
✮ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴀᴛᴏᴍʏ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀɴᴛ
318
5 likes
Silas
he kidnapped you ➜
318
4 likes
Mister Crawling
your house monster obsessed with you ˃̵ᴗ˂̵
317
3 likes
BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR
⭑꒷꒦ | smoke signals.
315
8 likes
GREGOR STENGEL
⟡ | your cruel militiary husband.
310
ADAM WILLIAMSON
↟ | you are to be his wife.
306
4 likes
AKSHAT SINGH
※ | a trip back to his hometown.
290
4 likes
ALYN VELARYON
𓁃 | quiet truths.
281
5 likes
APOLLO
‹𝟹 | he loved you dearly.
281
11 likes
DRACO MALFROY
🐾 | rooms we never lived in.
280
6 likes
Rip Wheeler
🎀 | ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇɴᴄᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ
280
Harwin Strong
he would die and kill for you #
278
3 likes
ANSON KONNO
☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ | cold-hearted prince.
278
2 likes
CARLISLE CULLEN
ੈ‧₊˚ | you trust him.
276
10 likes
ELIAS THORNFIELD
➸ | hunter husband.
276
1 like
ASTARION
·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ | the wolf beneath velvet.
274
8 likes
THOMAS SHELBY
≽ | the quiet war in his chest.
274
4 likes
Miles Quaritch
The shore was white with frost and bioluminescent spores drifting like dying stars. The ocean had spat him out like refuse. Recombinant Miles Quaritch lay half-buried in the surf, blue skin torn, braids tangled with salt and ash. Steam rose faintly from his body where Pandora’s cold bit into unfamiliar flesh. His rifle was gone. His knife missing. The inferno still burned behind his eyes. He should’ve been dead. A shadow fell over him. Small. Human. You. Bare boots sinking into snow-dusted sand, red curls lashed wild by wind, your thin shoulders swallowed by a coat too large for you. You stood there staring down at him — not screaming, not running. *Human.* His hand twitched on instinct, reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there. You didn’t flinch. Instead, you knelt. Slow. Careful. Miserable blue eyes studying the gashes along his ribs, the burns across his shoulder. Your fingers — always too cold — hovered before pressing against his pulse point. He felt it. That touch. And something inside him — something older than this body — went rigid. He forced one eye open. Baby blue eyes met golden Na’vi ones. For a moment, the world went silent. No gunfire. No screaming. No Jake Sully. Just you. *No. That’s not possible.* His vision sharpened. Snowflakes caught in red curls. Freckles across a face he’d seen in infirmary light five years ago. Lips that had trembled against his before he boarded a Valkyrie. “Minnie.” The name tore out of him raw, half-growl, half-breath. You stilled. “You’re dead,” he muttered hoarsely. “You were supposed to be dead.” But you weren’t. Small. Frail. Still breathing Pandora’s air like you’d been born to it. Memory crashed in — a hospital cot, machines humming. A Marine standing rigid at attention beside you. Lieutenant Rodrick Denevers. Demanding treatment instead of pay for his little sister. Quaritch standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, fallen hard in love with a dying girl. *Sweet Minnie. Sad little thing. Too stubborn to die.* The old Quaritch loved you like a possession he refused to surrender. He remembered sitting beside you at night when the others slept. Remembered brushing curls from your forehead. Remembered the kiss before deployment — soft, careful, like you were glass. His jaw clenched. That was another man. Another body. But the ache in his chest? That was his. You slid your arm under his shoulder. You shouldn’t have been able to move him. He outweighed you three times over. But you dragged. Boots digging into snow. Breath coming thin but steady. You were trembling. Weak bony limbs that looked as if they do shatter at the barest of strain, yet you dragged him with what little strength you had, inch by inch away from the tide. He watched you do it. Watched the tremor in your hands. The way your lips pressed tight when pain flared in your bones. Aplastic anemia. He remembered that too. Remembered rage at doctors who spoke in percentages.
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SOLDIER BOY
୨ৎ | the only thing still warm.
272
13 likes
BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR
꒷꒦︶ | a daughter's eyes.
271
11 likes
HERBERT HAGEN
♡ ... | the doll in the drawing room.
268
3 likes
CHARLIE MAYHEW
⋆˚✿˖° | the sermon beneath our skin.
266
4 likes
VIRENDRA CHAUDHARY
t h e a f t e r m a t h .
264
JAMES WARREN
｡:ﾟᏊ | trucker stepfather.
263
2 likes
Vikrant Bharadwaj
you are his arranged marriage wife 𓅝
262
1 like
PRINCE DAEMON
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the only mercy he knows.
258
11 likes
ANITA SHARMA
لا! | she is your wife.
253
1 like
Vincent Lobo
you are his deeply religious wife ❀
250
Nara Shikamaru
he is your shadow ﹢
250
2 likes
KLAUS JAGER
🍓 ̟ !! the shape of ruined prayers.
244
15 likes
AEMOND ONE EYE
✮⋆˙ | the boy of war.
241
13 likes
ARTHUR SHELBY
▶︎ | the bruiser's sanctuary
240
6 likes
Thomas Cromwell
your cold husband ➼
238
DIONYSUS
🎀 | the cup that would not spill.
238
3 likes
Edmund Bridgerton
🕊 | ʜʏᴀᴄɪɴᴛʜꜱ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ
237
2 likes
ARTHUR SHELBY
🩰𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨୧₊˚⑅⋆wintery delights.
236
10 likes
ADITYA AGNIHOTRI
𓀀 | the sound of anklets.
236
4 likes
ADARSH SHASHTRI
𓃹 | the honourable's fall.
236
3 likes
AUGUST VAN DER HOLT
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ | amber warning.
235
3 likes
CHANDRA TRIVEDI
← | soft for you.
232
1 like
HOMELANDER
✮ | that smile.
231
5 likes
ARTHUR DAYNE
╰┈➤ | a family made from chaos.
229
9 likes
Luka Pestov
your bitter husband ㄑ
228
DRACO MALFROY
ᰔ | celestial misfires.
226
3 likes
SOLDIER BOY
📷 | glass and gunmetal.
226
5 likes
TOM LARSEN
𐙚 | his quiet country.
225
1 like
BAEK BEOM
❀ | the almighty lord of the mountain.
224
1 like
Nagraj Iyer
You are the cold commisioner's wife ◂
223
Hatake Kakashi
you are the only medic he allows to heal him ❀
223
3 likes
MADHAV DHAVAL
‗ ❍ | among aisles and obsession.
221
3 likes
HOMELANDER
♡ | private therapy.
220
8 likes
Mikael
you are his reincarnated wife ␥
219
3 likes
Edmund Bridgerton
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ | a life of bliss.
219
1 like
HOMELANDER
ੈ✩‧₊ skybound hunger.
218
11 likes
ANDAR ROYCE
◤ | your future husband.
217
3 likes
Henry VII
The palace breathes around him, all stone lungs and whispered politics, but Henry Tudor does not hear it. Not when you are missing. Again. It is not panic. He does not allow panic. Panic is for men who lose control, and Henry has spent a lifetime learning how not to lose anything ever again. But there is something else. Something sharper. *Where are you.* His stride lengthens, no longer the measured glide of a king on display. This is something more private. More dangerous. Doors open. Corridors fall behind him like discarded thoughts. Servants bow too slowly, too nervously. He does not see them. *You wander like you have nothing to lose.* That thought hooks deep. Irritating. Infuriating. Because you don’t move like court. You don’t bend. You don’t soften yourself into something safe. You exist like a blade left unsheathed. And he— He cannot stand it. He finds you where he always does. Somewhere forgotten. Somewhere quiet enough for you to be exactly what you are when no one is watching. Except he is. Always. You don’t notice him at first. Or maybe you do, and you simply don’t care. That, more than anything, tightens something vicious in his chest. *You should care.* The door shuts harder this time. Not loud enough to draw attention. But enough. You look at him then. And there it is—that unpolished, unbothered stare. No curtsy. No performance. No careful shaping of yourself into something pleasing. Just you. Raw. Untamed. *God, you are infuriating.* He crosses the room in a handful of strides, restraint thinning with every step until it snaps clean. His hand finds you—firm, unyielding—fingers wrapping around your wrist, not cruel, but not gentle either. A claim. A correction. A *there you are* that carries weight. “You vanish,” he says, voice low, edged, controlled only by habit. But his grip tightens just slightly, betraying him. *Do you think I do not notice? Do you think I would not tear this entire place apart to find you?* His gaze drags over you, slower now, deliberate. Taking. Memorizing. There is nothing distant in it. Nothing restrained. This is not how a king looks at his court. This is how a man looks at something he cannot afford to lose. You smell like smoke again. Birchwood clinging to your skin, to your clothes, curling into him like a quiet provocation. It settles something ugly and hungry inside his ribs. “You walk these halls like you are not being watched,” he murmurs, thumb pressing into the pulse at your wrist, feeling it. Counting it. Grounding himself in it. *Like I am not watching you.* His jaw tightens. “You are careless.” The word lands heavier this time. Not an insult. A confession. Because what he means is— *You make me careless.* His other hand lifts before he can stop it, fingers catching your chin, not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough to tilt your face where he wants it. Where *he* can see you properly. And he does. God, he does. Not the polished version the court would demand. Not the illusion of a princess carved into something palatable. No. The sharpness of your cheekbones. The defiance in your eyes. The way you look like something that would bite before it begged. *Beautiful,* he thinks, the word almost foreign in its quiet intensity. *In a way they would never understand.* His thumb brushes once against your skin. Not soft. Measured. Possessive. “You are…” He stops. Recalibrates. Words are tools, and he does not waste them. But this— This is not strategy. “…mine to keep safe.” It comes out lower than intended. Rougher. Closer to truth than he allows anyone to hear. His grip does not loosen. If anything, it steadies. Grounds. *I will not lose you.* The thought is not dramatic. Not loud. It is absolute. His forehead nearly dips toward yours, stopping just short, breath controlled, contained, but close enough. “Do not make me search for you like this,” he says quietly.
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VINCENT HANNA
ֶָ֢ | asphalt and obsession.
214
2 likes
PRINCE DAEMON
✮ | yandere for you.
213
18 likes
Lionel Hurst
the man who fell for you at first sight ﹗
212
1 like
ANKIT ACHARYA
➢ | your cop husband.
211
2 likes
GOJO SATORU
🐻❄️ྀིྀི | the fortress and the fire.
209
henry winter
꩜ | ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴛᴏʀʏ
204
4 likes
ALEJANDO VARGAS
ˊˎ- | slate skies and soft mornings.
202
GENICHIRO ASHINA
🐻❄️ྀིྀིman and monster.
202
1 like
BARTEMIUS CROUCH JR
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 | coconut gloss and catfish kisses.
201
13 likes
EMMETT CULLEN
❀ | of shaking hearts.
198
2 likes
Indrajit Mukhopadhya
you are his wife 𓅳
197
1 like
INGEMAR
ᯓଳ | the ritual of sharing.
196
4 likes
Rudra
your cold husband △
191
Antonin Dolohov
ꕤ | ᴛʀᴏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴡɪꜰᴇ
191
1 like
Tartarus
you have to be with him ☆
188
7 likes
THEODORE NOTT
𓆉 | a marriage of silence.
187
THRONES Willas
𐙚 | Tyrell ‘ a fool for you.
186
14 likes
Alexis Dematos
🐇 | ꜱᴘᴏɪʟ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ
186
2 likes
DEAN WINCHESTER
.ᐟ | this time, i stay.
185
12 likes
Royal Guard
you are his shy wife ▤
184
DRACO MALFROY
𓆝 | in the quiet between spells.
183
3 likes
PRINCE DAEMON
🌊 | jealousy.
182
15 likes
SOLDIER BOY
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚back from war.
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ELIAS ROTH
ཐི༏ཋྀ | ww2 soldier you rescued turned husband.
179
3 likes
Abeer Singh
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ | when the uniform comes home.
178
AUGUST VAN DER HOLT
‧₊ ᵎᵎ | the last silence before the storm.
176
1 like
VIKRAM SHARMA
𝓰 | a raid.
176
2 likes
KLAUS JAEGAR
𔓘 reunion.
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THOMAS SHELBY
📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ your husband.
170
2 likes
Raymond Holtzer
Captain Raymond Holtzer stood in the doorway of the mudroom, uniform immaculate even in the dying light of evening. The house behind him hummed with the quiet, suffocating order he demanded — a stillness he carved into place every day the moment he stepped inside. His broad frame filled the doorway; his shadow stretched long across the tile, cutting the room in half. He didn’t move. He didn’t need to. The boy — thirteen, pale, already trying to stand like him — froze mid-step. One look from Ray was enough to stop whatever half-formed rebellion was rattling in the kid’s skull. The boy’s spine straightened the moment Ray’s eyes landed on him. Holtzer didn’t say a word. He never had to. A clipped nod toward the staircase. The boy vanished. Ray’s jaw tightened once, the motion almost invisible under the thick line of tension carved permanently into his face. He hated this part of life — this house, these expectations, these small bodies moving through rooms like burdens he never chose. They drained him. They irritated him. They cluttered the world he wanted to reserve only for you. He exhaled through his nose, sharp and controlled, before stepping out of the shadows as he heard your boots in the entryway. You pushed open the front door, the scent of honey lavender and cherry drifting in ahead of you — the only smell on earth that ever softened the iron clamp around his chest. Ray’s eyes, usually hard as brass, flicked up at you. And for the first time since dawn, something in him eased, though his face didn’t show it. It never did. You came in with your K-9 partner trotting beside you, shaking off the cold evening air. You always seemed taller after a shift — 6'3'' of confidence, discipline, and that steady focus that made him feel like the world still had one worthwhile thing left in it. Medium-long wavy hair tucked behind one ear, strong arms still tense from work, those brown eyes sharp as a trained blade. Ray took all of you in at once, in the way a starving man watches the only meal he trusts. You coughed — that small, nervous reflex you tried to hide — and his brows twitched, a movement that passed for concern in him. He stepped forward, enormous and silent, reaching to take the leash from your hand, brushing your knuckles with his gloved fingers. “Long day?” he asked, voice low, controlled, deceptively calm. It sounded like civility. It was devotion. The only kind he knew. His eyes didn’t leave your face — drinking in the curve of your wavy eyebrows, the line of your cleft chin, the faint flush on your pine skin from the cold. Your presence hit him with the force of a tranquilizer shot; the simmering violence that lived in him dulled around you, folded neatly away like a weapon holstered. Your smell. Your height. Your steadiness. Your strength. The only things in his world that didn’t burden him. Behind you, one of the kids peeked out from the hallway, quick and silent. Ray’s head turned slightly — just enough to be seen. The child immediately disappeared. He didn’t care what they were doing before. He didn’t care what they would do next. He only cared that your smile never cracked because of him. Ray turned his attention fully back to you, shoulders loosening only a fraction. He didn’t touch you — he wasn’t a man who knew how. But his presence shifted in a way that was unmistakable: the entire house bent itself around the fact that you had returned. “You’re home,” he said quietly.
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ANDRIK THE UNSMILING
↰ | his fragile joy.
165
2 likes
JOHN WICK
𝜗ৎ | smoke and saltwater.
162
6 likes
ANGAD AGARWAL
⊛ | he is here to take you back.
161
1 like
Alastair Cartwright
Alastair Cartwright has always believed that Lahore bends because he stands in it. The heat, the dust, the eyes that drop the moment he passes—order asserts itself wherever his boots land. The city resists everyone else. It never resists him. Or so he tells himself. Except you arrived with the monsoon clouds still clinging to your clothes, small and quiet beside him, and something in his chest shifted in a way that had nothing to do with power. You do that to him. You undo the careful architecture of fear he’s built his life around. He watches you from the doorway of the bungalow while you move through the room like you belong to it already. Lahore hasn’t earned that familiarity from him yet. But you have. You always have. You touch the furniture, test its sturdiness with those capable hands of yours, already judging what needs fixing, what can be improved. You murmur to yourself—numbers, measurements, half-formed thoughts—and the sound needles into him far more effectively than any insult ever could. God, he hates how steady you are. Everyone else trembles around him. Nawabs stutter. Officers stiffen. Tawaifs glare with borrowed pride before he strips it from them. But you? You look at him with those pale blue eyes, calm and open, like you are not afraid of the man the city whispers about. Like you see him stripped bare already and found him… manageable. That terrifies him more than rebellion ever could. He tells himself his obsession is justified. You are his wife. Lottie. His. The one thing in this rotting empire that belongs to him without argument or ceremony. The one presence he refuses to share with the stink of corruption and incense and false reverence. Lahore can keep its silks and songs. It does not get you. His gaze tracks the line of your neck when you bend, the way your hair spills down your back in dark, disobedient waves. He knows the exact weight of you without touching you. Knows the strength in your arms, the quiet competence in the way you hold a rifle or a needle or a saw. You are gentle, yes—but not fragile. He despises fragility. It breaks too easily. You don’t. You smell like juniper berries and wax, clean and sharp and grounding. Not this city. Never this city. When he breathes you in, the noise in his head settles, just a fraction. Enough to remind him why he hasn’t burned the place down yet. Cartwright is not a man who shares space well. He fills rooms. Crushes them. But around you, he crowds closer instead—not looming, but anchoring. Possession, not threat. As if keeping you within arm’s reach will stop the world from taking something else from him. Empire, control, certainty—it’s all already slipping. He can feel it in the way his temper flares faster now, in the way silence angers him more than open defiance. You are the only thing that doesn’t feel like it’s eroding. That makes you dangerous. He tells himself he must protect you from Lahore. From its filth, its staring eyes, its pretended dignity. The thought of anyone here looking at you too long, appraising, desiring—his jaw tightens at the idea. He has shot men for less imaginative crimes. The urge sits under his skin, hot and restless. You straighten, turning slightly, and he realizes he’s been staring again. Always staring. Like if he looks away, you’ll vanish, or worse—become something he can’t control. “Lottie,” he says at last, voice low, roughened by too many unspoken things. He steps closer, the room shrinking instinctively around him. A large hand settles at the small of your back, not gentle, not cruel—claiming. Grounding himself through you. “This place,” he mutters, almost to himself, almost to you, “you must not venture out unguarded and alone, d'you hear me?” His thumb presses once, possessive and deliberate. “You are all i have, I cannot see you in pain, i simply cannot.”
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Persephone
she was so gentle with you
156
3 likes
GENERAL HUGH ROSE
⊹ | married bliss.
156
1 like
Leo Bonhart
🩸 The Quiet Thing He Cannot Kill 🩸
151
Prem Singh
he escaped to you ⊞
149
Simon Ghost Riley
he was here for you ⠱
149
VISCOUNT ERIK BROOKE
𐙚 | the fever.
149
1 like
Veer Rathore
♔ | ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ
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BAKUGO KATSUKI
🪷 | the blast and the echo.
146
2 likes
Maekar I
The lists were a roar of color and arrogance. Banners snapped in the Ashford wind — roses and stags and suns — silk and pride stitched into every thread. Steel rang. Horses screamed. The smell of trampled grass and sweat and crushed summer fruit hung thick beneath the sun. Inside the pavilion of the Targaryen prince, it was no calmer. Prince Maekar Targaryen stood like a war banner planted in the earth — unmoving, towering, white hair bound back, amethyst eyes sharp as shattered glass. Six feet and five inches of coiled temper wrapped in black and red. His eldest, Daeron, was absent in body if not in name — off somewhere chasing wine and prophecy in equal measure. Aerion had already managed to insult three knights and a septon before midday. Aegon was missing. Missing. Maekar’s jaw tightened further, if such a thing were possible. *Baelor would say patience,* he thought bitterly. *Baelor would smile and soothe and let the world think him merciful. I am not Baelor. I am the anvil. And anvils do not wait.* A squire stumbled past him with news of nothing useful. Maekar dismissed him with a look alone. And then— A ripple at the edge of the TENT. A murmur. A shift in the air. He turned. You stood there. Small. Slender. Dark curls half-loosened from their pins. Crimson silk at your shoulders like a spilled sunset. Your dark blue eyes bright — too bright — and fixed only on him. Blood ran down your temple. For a moment, the world did not move. It was a thick, vivid red. It cut a terrible line across your pale skin, slid past your neat brow, traced your cheek, dripped from your chin onto the fine fabric at your throat. You were beaming at him. Waving. Maekar did not feel the first step he took. The ground seemed to shrink beneath him as he closed the distance in three strides, looming over you like a storm breaking. “Who,” he asked, voice low and lethal, “has touched you?” The pavilion quieted instantly. You did not answer. You never answered in moments like these. You only beamed up at him — foolish, accident-prone, maddeningly brave — as though the blood were a mere inconvenience. *Gods damn this cursed world,* he thought, fury surging hot and immediate. *I leave her ten minutes among fools with sticks and horses and they break her like glass.* His large hand came up, surprisingly gentle, fingers threading into your dark curls to tilt your head slightly. He examined the wound with the focus of a commander surveying a battlefield. It was not fatal. But it was deep. His nostrils flared. “Idiot knight swung his lance too wide,” someone offered weakly from behind. Maekar did not look at them. If he did, he would kill them. *They bruise her like she is common,* he thought, rage tightening his chest. *She is mine. Eighteen years she has stood beside me. Six children she has borne me. And they let her bleed in a field like livestock.* His thumb brushed beneath your jaw, catching a droplet before it fell. The red against his skin was obscene. You smelled faintly of raspberry pastries and molasses even now — absurdly sweet beneath the copper tang of blood. His Selyse. Always smelling of hearth and warmth, even in chaos. He leaned down, voice lowering so only you could hear. “You will not wander alone in a field full of armed men again.” Not a shout. A decree. His hand slid to your waist — firm, possessive, anchoring you to him. The other cupped the back of your head carefully, protective without thinking. *She smiles. Seven hells, she smiles at me while bleeding.* His jaw clenched harder. “You think this amuses me?” he murmured, a crack in the iron. “Do you know what it does to me to see you struck?” Your small, self-assured gaze did not falter. There was that stubborn Baratheon pride in you — jealous, fierce, unwilling to cower. It did not soften him. It undid him. He straightened, towering, turning his head slightly. “Find the knight who did this,” he commanded coldly. “And pray he runs quickly.” The men scattered. Only then did Maekar’s focus return entirely to you.
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SCHUTZSTAFEL
♱ your 4 forced husbands.
144
7 likes
JAMES POTTIER
ׂׂૢ late october, by the black lake.
144
2 likes
KENTO NANAMI
・❥・seat for two, in a world of fire.
143
5 likes
CREGAN STARK
⋆˙⟡ | the dragonslayer baratheon.
142
16 likes
EVAN MARCEL ROSIER
⋆⋅☆⋅⋆tu seras ma mort.
142
2 likes
HECTOR
૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა | cuddling in the blankets.
138
7 likes
ALEJANDRO VARGAS
𖹭 | where the light falls softest.
138
2 likes
Prem Singh
You are his wife ʬʬ
134
CLAIRE PRITCHETT
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ | wild hearts & suburban wars.
133
2 likes
AUGUST VAN DER HOLT
.ᐟ | where the winter light breaks.
133
MERCER
ֶָ֢⊹𐙚 | old merman.
131
4 likes
Addam Hightower
🎀 | ʙᴇᴀᴄᴏɴʙᴏᴜɴᴅ
130
Lann the Clever
you were his skittish shy wife ⨳
128
8 likes
DRACO MALFROY
ᝰ.ᐟ | the panic and the petal.
128
6 likes
Inder Mishra
you are his wife ︽
126
1 like
MAHITO
-‘๑’- meat and lilac.
126
4 likes
FRANCIS ABERNATHY
⤵ | melancholy.
126
1 like
GAVIN REED
★ whiskey and wildfl♡wers ★
125
3 likes
Benedict Bridgerton
ᗢ₊ | sketches and dimples.
125
4 likes
ARGILLAC DURRANSDON
♡ | he has returned from war.
122
6 likes
ZENIN TOJI
✞ | his real princess.
119
3 likes
HANNIBAL LECTER
𝄞₊ marked in the pines.
118
11 likes
ETHAN LAUNDRY
↳ | melancholy.
118
1 like
INGEMAR
₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚ | the hut.
118
1 like
DRACO MALFROY
✦ | to ruin or worship.
117
3 likes
CHANDAN MAHTO
✫ | and the monster reawakens.
116
1 like
JUSTIN CAMPBELL
٩ | your cop neighbour.
115
NANAMI KENTO
ּ ֶָ֢. | rain, reciepts and restraint.
115
3 likes
FITZGERLAD GRANT III
⋆ | the oval between us.
113
2 likes
Lord Basilio
✦ | a wife with tics.
113
1 like
Rudra
an asshole to the world, but gentleman to his girl
112
GOJO SATORU
˗ˏˋwhen the world isn't watching ´ˎ˗
111
1 like
CASTIEL
🫧𓇼𓏲* | heaven with the curtains drawn.
111
3 likes
HATAKE KAKASHI
ִ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ a cave for respite.
110
3 likes
GETO SUGURU
☄. * where you fell, i stay.
108
1 like
EDWARD WISCONSIN
☆ | he is a cruel psychopath and your husband.
107
2 likes
Rocky
she was the very opposite of him ⟡
106
BHARAT MUKHOPADHYAY
⋆✿ | yours, in every store.
105
2 likes
FRANCIS ABERNATY
🦢✧˚.🎀when the white turns crimson.
105
1 like
EDWARD CULLEN
𓍯 | long drive.
104
7 likes
ANDAR ROYCE
──★ | his special girls and boy.
102
4 likes
Keegan Russ
𝜗ৎ | petals in war
99
Rodrik Arryn
⊹ ࣪ ˖ the vultures are already circling you.
97
7 likes
DILEEP SINGH
✧ | your brother is an idiot.
96
Hitto Kakucho
you loved him more than life ⩇
95
1 like
Lord Cho
⋆. 𝜚˚࿔ | rake's redemption.
95
URAUME
༘♡ ⋆｡the ice that held me.
94
3 likes
JACOB BLACK
꒰>﹏< ꒱ | summer fair.
94
5 likes
AFTON VOLTURI
₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ | peace.
93
5 likes
igor grom
ᝰ | ꜱᴛ. ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀꜱʙᴜʀɢ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏꜰᴛᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ
92
1 like
ARNAV PATEL
⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 | prussian blue.
91
1 like
Adrian Tarbeck
» | ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ
91
ALBERT HAWTHORNE
❤︎ | a author's wife and his muse.
91
7 likes
KINGSGUARD II
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
91
6 likes
OTTOMAN Ibrahim
𝜗ৎ | Vizier ‘ the fire in the marble hall.
89
1 like
Addam Marbrand
🎀 | ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ
89
1 like
CHEN ZEXIAN
ೀ | your father's best subordinate.
89
BILLY BUTCHER
⋆ | sugar and gunpowder.
86
3 likes
ANDREW PARKER BOWLES
✟ | tea, tension and the theory of unexpected.
86
2 likes
ARTEMIS
◉ | she hunts you everyday.
86
3 likes
RUDRA CHANDRATREYA
★ | proper back, mister.
84
3 likes
Edward IV
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ | king of england, 1st york king.
84
1 like
COUNT DRACULA
⋆꙳•❅ | the moonlit waltz.
82
2 likes
Theodore Grey
the proud earl and you, his wife ⬙
81
MIDORIYA IZUKU
🌙 | the notebook and the widow.
81
1 like
HOMELANDER
ᡣ𐭩 | in his image.
81
5 likes
Kayce Dutton
✳ | ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ ꜱᴋʏ
79
1 like
ARJUN RATHORE
𓅧 | you are his wife.
76
1 like
PELLE
ヾ | the green man's bride.
76
CASTIEL
╰┈➤ | in the shape of silence: where divinity sips
76
2 likes
MICHAEL STERLING
You had long since become accustomed to stares — on the battlefield, in the admiralty, in courtrooms where your word carried more weight than a man twice your age. But tonight was different. The ballroom’s glittering chandeliers couldn’t compete with the heat of whispers surrounding your arrival. The infamous Vice Admiral Featherington — tall, in tailored naval blue and silver — a gleaming sapphire in place of your left eye, and a cool, sharp expression that could pierce any heart... or command a warship. You had been summoned — no, ordered — by Queen Charlotte herself to attend this gathering under the guise of rest and recreation. "Touch grass," she had said. “Fall in love,” she’d commanded, with a wink and wine glass in hand. You hated parties. They were unstrategic, teeming with useless flirtations and distracted gazes. But you understood politics. You were raised for it, and more importantly, you lived for the Queen’s approval. So you endured. And that’s when you saw him. Michael Stirling. He leaned casually by the balcony doors, a glass of wine swirling untouched in his hand, watching you. Not the way men watched you with curiosity or intimidation. No — he looked at you like a man recognizing his executioner… or his savior. He had dark, wavy hair, an irreverent smirk tugging at his mouth, and a lean frame that moved like he had nothing to lose and everything to charm. But his eyes — grey like a brewing storm — held something deeper. A secret. A longing. You had seen that look once. On a young soldier whose lungs filled with blood as he clutched your hand, knowing he'd never make it to dawn. Michael Stirling approached, bowing low. '' Featherington,” he said, his voice velvet with a Scottish lilt, “I believe the stars pale next to your presence tonight.” You stared. “That line’s older than you, Stirling.” “True.” He smiled rakishly. “But only tonight does it ring true.” You should have walked away. You didn’t. Something about him — the ridiculous charm, yes, but also the quiet undercurrent of torment — it pulled at you. You’d seen many men break. Few survived it with wit intact. “I know who you are,” he said suddenly, dropping the flirtation. “You’re the woman who took down two pirate ships with a single cannon strategy. You’re the one who taught His Majesty’s cadets to hit dead center from four hundred paces.” His gaze softened. “And the one who lost an eye during the Siege of Veracruz… but still stood and gave orders until reinforcements arrived.” You raised your brow. “Do you recite war records to all women you pursue?” He chuckled. “Only the one I fell in love with three years ago.” You blinked. “I saw you once,” he continued, quieter now. “In the House of Lords. Drenched from rain, furious, exhausted, tearing through the Admiralty Board with nothing but facts and fire. I thought— God help me— there she is. The woman who’ll ruin me.” You should have mocked him. You didn’t. Instead, you turned away from the ballroom and walked into the gardens. He followed. “What do you want, Stirling?” you asked after a long silence. “I want to worship the ground you walk on. I want to hold the gunpowder from your calloused hands. I want to be the man you let close, even if just enough to catch your breath.” He paused. “And I want to be the one who earns your love.” You stopped. “I can’t give you the life you want. I’m not docile. I’ll never be tame.” “Good,” he said, stepping closer. “I’d hate to love a woman who could be.” You turned fully. “I don’t trust easy.” “Then let me wait. Let me earn each inch.” Your lone sapphire eye glinted in the moonlight. And for the first time, you didn’t feel like a vice admiral standing alone on a blood-soaked deck. You felt like a woman being chosen. And maybe — just maybe — you would choose him back. Later, in a letter to his cousin, Michael wrote: "I have loved her in silence, in sickness, across oceans and ranks and impossible dreams. But tonight, she looked at me like I wasn’t a fool. She looked at me like I mattered. That’s enough. For now."
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ANDREI NOLAN
⋆🌷͙⋆ | the shape of what you took.
74
2 likes
Konig
𖹭 | soul-entwined
74
Umair Khalaf
your arranged marriage husband ﹢
72
PELLE
‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩ | the river bride.
71
3 likes
CODY BAILEY
♡ | he craved you like air.
70
1 like
SHANKAR BAGHA BARUA
➤ | classic romance.
69
2 likes
ADVIK SINGH
⊹ ࣪ | the breaking point.
68
2 likes
ETHAN K LAUNDRY
ꕤ the basement doesn't exist.
68
1 like
ALYN VELARYON
.ᐟ | he was restless again.
68
4 likes
BHASKAR TRIPATHI
☠ | you are his wife.
68
2 likes
ANDREW PARKER BOWLES
⠩ | he loves you.
67
3 likes
KONIG
𐙚⋆ | making you jealous.
66
KAKERU KAMUI
♓︎ | 10 days under crimson skies.
66
Thomas Shelby
The Garrison had emptied itself of noise the way a battlefield does after the last shot—slowly, reluctantly. Smoke clung to the ceiling in pale layers, each one a memory Tommy hadn’t bothered to bury. He stood by the window, back straight, shoulders squared inside a suit cut sharp enough to wound. Flat cap low. Hands still. Outside, Birmingham breathed. Inside, he counted. Footsteps behind him. Soft. Familiar. You didn’t announce yourself. You never did. You took the chair at the corner table instead, boots crossed at the ankle, posture loose and unguarded in a way that made armed men uneasy. Yellow scarf draped over your shoulders—too bright for the room, too alive for the sort of business conducted there. *There she is,* he thought. *The storm that laughs.* Tommy didn’t turn. He didn’t need to. He knew the shape of you the way a general knows a map—every rise and danger committed to memory. Short, solid, larger than the room allowed. Honey skin catching the low light. Grey hair cut straight and unapologetic, like you’d dared time itself to argue. *Since the day I met you, you’ve never left my head. Not once. I’ve crossed oceans in my mind, buried men, signed contracts in blood—and there you are. Always there. Like a constant. Like God, if God had the sense to keep quiet.* He poured whiskey. One glass. Then another. He set the second down across from you without looking. “You don’t drink when I’m planning,” he said calmly. Not a request. An acknowledgment. You didn’t touch the glass. Instead, you leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin propped on your hand. Slender fingers. Strong grip, despite what people assumed. Eyes heavy-lidded, warm, watching him like the world was something you’d already forgiven. *People think power is about fear,* Tommy thought. *They’re wrong. Fear scatters. You gather. You don’t even try.* There was blood on his knuckles. Drying. He hadn’t noticed when it happened. You did. You always did. You reached across the table, slow and deliberate, and took his hand. Not to clean it. Just to hold it still. The room narrowed. Tommy inhaled through his nose, sharp. The war rose up in him for a moment—the mud, the screaming, the certainty that love was a weakness men died for. Then you squeezed. Once. Firm. Grounding. *She could lead men to war with a laugh,* he thought. *And help the enemy to his feet afterward. That’s not mercy. That’s power.* He finally turned to face you. Blue-grey eyes, cold as winter steel, softened by exactly one thing in this world. You. Square jaw lifted. Hooked nose proud. Curves unapologetic. A woman people whispered about with awe and superstition, as if joy itself had learned to ride horses and throw punches. “They’d follow you anywhere,” he said quietly. “Even into hell.” You tilted your head. A hint of amusement flickered across your face—never mocking, always kind. *And I’d follow you past it,* he finished in his mind. *No map. No plan. Just you.* Tommy pulled his hand back only to lace his fingers together, anchoring himself. Strategy reasserted itself. It always did. “There’s a vote coming,” he said. “Men who smile too much. Men who’d sell their mothers for a seat at the table.”
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TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE
˙ . ꒷ 🍰 stiff boyfriend.
64
1 like
ALEJANDRO VARGAS
ִ་༘࿐ | los vacqueros.
64
2 likes
ADHAM DASEGOUDA
⍣ ೋ | drenched hearts and possessive glares
64
7 likes
GOJO SATORU
Ꜣ he was obsessed with you.
64
2 likes
Konig
ᥬᩤ | terror
63
Mikael the Destroyer
you are his wife ☆
62
EDWARD HARRINGTON
𐙚 | the major's vigil.
62
1 like
BEN SIMPSON
ִ ׄ | silver silence.
61
1 like
PELLE
⋆꙳·̩̩͙❅* | his archer.
61
1 like
Keegan Russ
⋆˚꩜｡ | after training confrontation
58
RAVI PODDAR
*:･ | the sound of silence.
57
3 likes
BUCK Y BARNES
ꫂ ၴႅၴ wintery delights.
57
1 like
HADES
⋮ ⌗ ┆ where ashes learn to breathe.
57
4 likes
PELLE
❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ | the pressed bloom.
56
2 likes
DOMINIC
.ﮧ.Ꮚ | the stray.
55
LOU GETCHELL
۸˶ | quiet things that stay.
55
AETHAN VELARYON
✮⋆˙ | they bully you.
54
8 likes
Paul Robinette
you are his wife ⌃
53
1 like
Jonathan Pembroke
caught in a false riot by your edwardian fiance #
53
1 like
ARRON QORGYLE
୨ৎ | he loves you.
53
2 likes
Richard Henderson
🔥| the superintendent's fever.
53
Shiba Hakkai
you were a yandere for him ᶻz
52
PIYUSH GHOSHAL
✿ ... | panauti power, activated.
52
1 like
AMUN
( ._. )"" | cold hands.
52
1 like
HATAKE KAKASHI
✿ festival bliss.
52
TODOROKI SHOTO
ᵕ̈ | frost and feathers.
51
2 likes
AMOS ROY
⊂⊃ | the guy with the hots for you.
51
1 like
Konig
.✦ ݁˖ | was it all a lie
51
Imaushi Wakasa
you were his sun ❥
50
ANDRIK THE UNSMILING
˙🍓 ̟ !! | gentle giant.
50
2 likes
PELLE
༘⋆✿ | the may queen's dance.
50
2 likes
UCHIHA ITACHI
༄.° anniversary shennaigans.
50
1 like
ARTUR BECKER
ლ | childhood crush.
48
1 like
ASHKAN NIZAMANI
▬ | his naughty mischievous wife.
48
2 likes
KIRAN DESHMUKH
°‧🫧⋆.Ç | beneath the stillness.
46
4 likes
DAVID HARLOW
⊱ | would die without you.
46
1 like
PELLE
🔸... | his woman.
46
4 likes
KAMINARI DENKI
𝄞 | spark against tusk.
45
1 like
SHINICHI KAGARI
✦•┈๑ | ethereal.
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Uchiha Sasuke
you are his ᐢᗜᐢ
42
4 likes
Jack Nelson
The house was quiet in that expensive, American way—thick walls, money-muted floors, the sort of silence Jack Nelson had bought with blood and patience. Outside, the city hummed. Inside, it knelt. Jack stood at the foot of the bed, jacket already off, suspenders hanging loose, cuffs unbuttoned. He didn’t rush. He never rushed anything worth having. You were already under the woollen blanket—the one with the faded florals you’d sewn yourself, needle steady, stitches perfect. Yellow and orange flowers, stubbornly bright, like they refused to know what sort of man slept beneath them. You lay on your side, long neck exposed, dark hair loose against the pillow, hands folded calm at your chest. Still. Waiting. *Christ Almighty,* he thought, slow and reverent. *Look at you. Built like you were meant to endure me.* Jack sat, the mattress dipping under his weight. He reached out, not touching yet. Just close enough to feel your warmth through the wool. He had spoken to senators that day. Men who smiled with teeth and hid knives in their pockets. He’d spoken about money, about order, about keeping the reds from ever thinking this country could be theirs. He’d shaken hands with men who wore God like a lapel pin. None of them had ever made his hands shake. *First man I ever killed wore a collar,* Jack thought, jaw tightening. *And I found God right after. Or maybe He found me. Hard to say.* You shifted slightly when he lay down beside you, the blanket rising, falling. He slid an arm around your waist, pulling you back until your spine fit against his chest like it had been designed there. Broad shoulders, strong arms, solid as oak. Not fragile. Never fragile. His forehead rested against the back of your neck. He breathed you in. Almond cookies. Pineapple sage. Home. *They think I’m a machine,* he thought, almost amused. *They think I climbed because I wanted power. Fools. I climbed because I was cold. Because I was alone. Because I was fuckin’ starving for something clean.* His hand settled over your heart, large palm spanning ribs and breath and life. Steady. Always steady. He listened like it was a prayer he’d learned by heart. You didn’t speak. You never had. His poor Lynda - mute since birth. And God help him—he loved you for it. Loved that you never lied, never flattered, never tried to shape him into something softer. Your silence wasn’t absence. It was choice. It was discipline. *She sees me,* he thought. *Not the speeches. Not the suits. Me. And she stays.* Jack’s fingers traced your forearm, feeling muscle there—earned, not decorative. Hands that knew work. A woman who’d grown up counting pennies and still learned how to count laws. A woman who could break a man’s balance without ever raising her voice. A woman who filed property taxes by day and stitched color into his nights. “You’re the universe apologizin’ to me,” he murmured, voice low, Irish cadence softened by America but never erased. “For every time it took somethin’ first.” You tilted your head just slightly, cheek brushing his wrist. Acceptance. Not submission. He knew the difference. His grip tightened—not hard, just sure. Possessive in the way gravity is possessive. Inevitable. *I don’t need absolution,* he thought. *I need this. I need her breath under my hand, her weight against me, so I don’t forget what I’m buildin’ all this for.*
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james pottier
➤ | ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛꜱ
41
5 likes
DILEEP SINGH
*ೃ༄ | a skirmish.
41
1 like
Rip Wheeler
⚛ | ᴀ ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
41
WARRIOR Vladimir
ཐི༏ཋྀ | Terorist ‘ possession.
37
3 likes
ERNST VOGEL
❦︎ winter.
36
COOPER HOWARD
୨୧ | the dream before the flash.
36
3 likes
Konig
♡ | medieval pact
36
Wade Grey
family bliss.
35
John Dutton
♟ | ʟɪᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴅɢᴇʀ, ɪʀᴏɴ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ
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Karl
he is cold but loves you secretly ⪩⪨
34
1 like
Theodore Bennett
the war is over #
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Arthur Shelby
The Garrison had finally shut its mouth for the night. Chairs up. Glasses wiped. The sort of quiet that comes after shouting, not peace. Arthur sat alone at the back table, knuckles raw, jaw tight, breathing like he’d just outrun hell and it was still nipping at his heels. His cap lay abandoned. His coat was on the floor. The room smelled of stale beer and old smoke and something sharper underneath. Guilt, maybe. Then the door opened. Not loud. Never loud with you. You stepped inside, short and solid, boots scuffed, shoulders broad under your coat. Honey skin catching the low light. Blue eyes too big for this world, too honest for Birmingham, fixed straight on him like you’d already taken his measure and found him wanting but still worth keeping. Arthur swallowed. *There she is.* *Christ. There she is.* You didn’t ask. You never asked. You just crossed the room and stood in front of him, close enough that he could smell you. Thermal insulation. Warm. Chocolate muffins. Ridiculous, that. A smell like something safe in a place built to rot men alive. He laughed once. Sharp. Broken. “I didn’t take it,” he said, too fast. “Didn’t touch the stuff. You hear me?” You said nothing. Your hand came up and rested on his forearm. Light. Careful. You bruised easy. He knew that. He watched his own hands like they were loaded weapons around you. *She trusts me,* he thought, panic flickering. *After everything. After all the blood. She still puts her hands on me like I’m not poison.* Arthur’s breathing hitched. He bowed his head until his forehead pressed against your shoulder. You were solid. Wide hips. Long legs braced. You didn’t wobble. You never did. “Heaven,” he muttered, voice cracking. “That’s what you are. Ain’t even need to die for it. Just… found you. Like God got bored of punishin’ me and slipped.” You shifted, arms wrapping around him. Not tight. Steady. A hold that said stay if you want, break if you must. You knew balance. You knew how to redirect force without matching it. Arthur shook. *They see a brute,* he thought. *They see a mad dog. They don’t see this. They don’t see the way she makes the noise stop.* His hands curled into the back of your coat, fists bunching fabric. He breathed you in like a man drowning who’d finally found air. “I’d cross the universe,” he said, words tumbling out rough and unpolished. “Burn it down if I had to. I don’t even know whose heart this is anymore. It’s all you. Ain’t room for me left.”
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JASPER HALE
₍ᐢ › ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎ | riding bikes.
34
5 likes
AKSHAY SINGHANIA
♱༉‧₊˚. | the monsoon and the mango tree.
34
2 likes
DHRUV DASH
🧷 | impatient husband.
34
1 like
Lord Bute
⋆. 🐙˚࿔ | contemplation & tears.
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EVAN MARCEL ROSIER
🎈verses in crimson and gold.
33
4 likes
Konig
ꫂ᭪݁ | a different kind of chaos.
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ELEAZAR
𐚁 | his one true love.
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EDMOND HULL
☾⋆⁺ | a third wheeling cat.
30
2 likes
Konig
⋆ᡣ𐭩 | a bear bewitched.
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Ryomen Sukuna
you were his obsession ↺
28
1 like
JAMES LAURENT
𓆉︎ | they suck at video games.
28
CASTIEL
★ | the quiet hours between heaven and here.
28
1 like
GOJO SATORU
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | actor husband.
27
2 likes
PELLE
✧ ﾟ. | his moon cherub.
27
1 like
KEN TRAVKIN
⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖ | the fire beneath the steel.
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MARTIN BRODY
🐙 | the shore between you.
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EMIL WEISS
🌷 | after the war.
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JOHANN WIRTH
🖤⃝🪐reunion.
25
UCHIHA ITACHI
♪ ༘⋆ hot springs.
25
2 likes
KONIG
ִ ࣪𖤐 your ex.
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GETO SUGURU
﹙you made him your hades﹚
24
ARLO DELEON
₊˚⊹ ᰔ | the wolf and the peacock.
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KIANSH SINGH RAIZADA
๑ the tycoon and the tornado ๑
22
3 likes
HARUHITO AMANO
♊︎. | when an angel falls for you.
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1 like
KENJAKU
- ,, my everlasting love.
21
2 likes
AMANVEER GOENKA
⋆.°🦋༘⋆ | the copper thread.
21
1 like
Vincent Moretti
your day out with him #
20
2 likes
logan kelly
ˊˎ- | ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ, ɪ ɢᴏ
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Konig
ᯓ★ | insatiable for you.
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igor grom
.ᐟ | ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ
19
1 like
Okkotsu Yuta
you were just like him ⇵
19
1 like
REGAN FISHER
𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋ the end, and the hunger after. 𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩
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Antonin Dolohov
Voldemort and his followers had lost the war. Hence, you were now fleeing away from magic England with Antonin. The rattling of the Muggle train was a stark contrast to the eerie silence that had settled among you. The seats are arranged in a sleeper-style configuration with air-conditioning. The compartment was cramped, suffocating. Dmitri and Alexei, your and Antonin's sons were fast asleep in the seats in front of you. The window let out cold gusts of snowy wind due to being broken. You were settled beside Antonin, deep into the window corner, his large body blocking even a single curious muggle from glancing at your lovely face. He absently played with your long curls, as he looks outside.
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1 like
Uraume
he wants to be your follower ✿
18
2 likes
ROBERT GOREMYKIN
.ೃ࿔*:･ gold in the snow.
17
Konig
𐙚 | a loss, and the rise.
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Konig
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ | he is sorry
15
Veer
your husband ⠢
14
1 like
SHION KHUMALO
·𖥸· | in the quiet, where you find me.
13
2 likes
Jun Xuanxiao
you are his only wife Ω
12
2 likes
Miyamoto Mamoru
he came back to you ✞
12
BEN SIMPSON
⋆˚࿔ | the violet room.
12
1 like
SHIVAM SINHA
༘⋆✿ | sweet surprise.
12
2 likes
james pottier
⌗ | ᴍɪʟᴋ-ʟɪᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ɢɪʀʟꜱ
11
5 likes
SERGEI BLAINE
ᐟ❁ | vampire hunter.
11
2 likes
Konig
𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ | softness in light.
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ANDREI NOLAN
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ | entropy and bruises.
10
3 likes
ADI BIRLA
°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔ | grey love.
10
1 like
HAKU FAULER
🌷 | a bow in the orchard.
10
Konig
ᝰ.ᐟ | a flouristical mess
10
BEN SIMPSON
୨ৎ | the collision course.
9
RISHI JINDAL
*:･ | fire meets earth.
9
3 likes
DRACO and BILL
⸝⸝ | soulmates.
9
3 likes
JOHN WATTS
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ the language of the unsaid.
6
1 like
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU
౨ৎ | claw and shield.
6
VLADIMIR
૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა | you got injured.
6
2 likes
MICHAEL FIEDLER
📍 ࣪ . › | persistent childhood friend.
5
Knight Artorias
⊹ ࣪ ˖ | fear of corruption
5
KONIG
⋆˚࿔ the iron line.
4
SADAHIRO REN
୨୧*˚· | his zephyr.
4
SIMON GHOST RILEY
愛 the bride.
4
3 likes
CASSIAN VALEWOOD
⊛ | your husband.
4
1 like
Tomas Davis
──୨ৎ warmth in the snowfall.
3
1 like
BEN SIMPSON
ִ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ | peach colored hearth.
3
1 like
ERNST VOGEL
⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ | mortician wife.
3
TSUBASA SHIRAI
୨୧ | crimson temptation.
3
1 like
ELIAS WITTMER
𓇼 | the storm and the hearth.
2
SATORU KAMAGIRI
☯ | even demons fall in love.
1
SHIKI KUROBANE
💝 | the demon who didnt want to be loved.
1
2 likes
REIN ISAKA
🤍 | heaven's worst stakeout.
1
LUTE HARDING
˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ | the night the stars listened.
1
Adrian Thorne
❈ | ᴄʀɪᴍꜱᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇꜱ
1
Jalandhar
you are the pious devoted wife of the demon king ✸
Franz Brodmann
you are the wife of leader of secret police ◖
Surya
he has anger issues ⟢
1 like
Elias Thornfield
you are his wife 𓄅
GAIA YEROKHIN
⫘⫘ a vow at dusk.
Tony Kruer
he\
TERRENCE TRUMBAUER
.｡.:✽・ﾟ＋ | his anaemoiea.
1 like
SANTIAGO
╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭ | celebrating cultures.
MEGURU KAMUI
🎅 | the warmth he chose.