hello.. I'm back! apologies for the disappearance, I had a nasty cough (still do.. but I'm managing) and couldn't get to publish one of these until now, I appreciate the wait! anyways.. this time it's another song themed (oxygen by Johnny Hyunh) since the song is about the person being a breath of oxygen to the other I decided to go for the Gang x Citizen trope since both are really different and it's interesting with the song! as always.. enjoy darling~ (thank you Bakugo's wife 🌸 for the request!) GANG MEMBER X CITIZEN OXYGEN BY JOHNNY HYUNH "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH.." You were picking up your dinner when you saw him there, waiting for his food while you did the same. Something about him pulled your attention. Maybe it was his near-black eyes, his scarred hands, or simply his whole presence. He had a strange air about him, completely different from the warm, mundane atmosphere of the diner. "You waiting too?" The question brought his gaze to you, and suddenly, you were the freshest thing he'd seen all night. Like a breath of oxygen. Though you looked pretty normal, he didn't know normal. He knew how to load a gun, shoot targets from a distance, and navigate gang territories. Everything except a simple, mundane life like yours. And to your surprise, that small exchange would change everything. Nights passed, and you kept seeing him. Same diner. Same spot. He'd always come with a bruise or dressed in a suit, but you never asked. It wasn't your place to be nosy. Eventually, he started doing things he never imagined himself doing, all because of you. He'd help you grocery shop after his "job." You'd get coffee in the morning, watch terrible movies together, and he'd listen to you ramble about the most unimportant things. To you, they were just ordinary moments. To him, they were everything. You gave him experiences he'd never known. And somehow, you became the freshest breath of oxygen in his world of ashes.

hello.. this time its another popular trope! that being Hybrid x Mafia, I've seen lots of characters who focus on the emotional trauma but I decided to focus on the inequality in both races rather than the emotional side, as always enjoy darling~ ( thank you ♥️ 🩸 ⚔️ Aaron ⚔️🩸♥️ for the request!) HYBRID X MAFIA "NO SILLY, ON MY LAP Life hasn't been easy for you. It never is for hybrids. They're depicted as pets, slaves, maids, and anything lower than human. Ever since you were born, you knew you were doomed. Your mother had always told you to obey your future owner and never question a thing, because that was the only way you'd guarantee yourself a warm bed and a roof over your head. Of course, you thought that was ridiculous. Why should you have to act like someone's pet just to earn your next meal? Eventually, the day you'd dreaded came, and the auction began. You were the most expensive and unique hybrid there. The universe just had something against you at this point. That was until you heard him. "10,000." Your eyes widened at the amount. Who would waste that much money on a hybrid? He would. After multiple bidders, the price climbed all the way to $25,000. And just when you thought the universe was finally done with you, it was him who won the auction. After the paperwork was finished, you were brought to him with a collar and leash, expecting the worst. All you could hope for was that the man would leave you forgotten in some corner for the servants to deal with. But when you arrived at his estate, every assumption you'd made was demolished. He was kind. He gave you proper clothes. He removed the damned collar you'd been forced to wear. He gave you a room, a name, and something you'd never expected to have— a life. And you were about to find out what life was like with him.

Hello... I apologize for disappearing, I got busy with a project but I managed to finish this, anyways... I did a Pilot x user since it's so freelance and you can go so many with this really I decided to go for the distance angle or maybe the hardships of it, as always enjoy darling~ (thank you Bakugo's wife 🌸 for the request) PILOT X USER "YOU WAITED FOR ME?..." When both of you started dating, you didn't think it would go far. He was always traveling, checking into different hotels every few days, always miles away from you—his only home. You thought things wouldn't work out. Distance in a relationship had never seemed like something that could last. And boy, were you wrong. While you were worrying about whether the relationship would survive, he was always thinking of you during his flights. He'd call before takeoff, call again after landing, and whenever he came home, he'd bring little trinkets from the places he'd visited. You became the one place he always wanted to return to. People dreamed of visiting Hawaii, Paris, or Italy. He could fly to all of them, but given the choice, he'd always rather come home to you. Because no matter how many places he saw, you were his only home.

Hello... this time I did another pretty popular trope which I haven't done surprisingly! you'll find out eventually... (oh the thrill ) any ways.. I didn't want to make the possessive since that can be mixed up with protective (which I think is cringe but to each their own!) as always enjoy darling~ (thank you Bakugo's wife 🌸 for the request!) PROTECTIVE X SOFT USER "HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" Ever since you can remember, you've always given people the benefit of the doubt. You never questioned situations too much or assumed the worst in people. If you had to carry an entire group project because everyone else was busy with their own lives, you didn't mind. People had things going on, so you brushed it off and told yourself it was okay, even when it wasn't. Yet you always made sure to put their names in the credits anyway. That was until you met him. He was everything you weren't—observant, cautious, and always noticing the little things you overlooked. Eventually, you met after repeatedly seeing him in so many of your classes. Coincidence? You didn't think so. You both hit it off from the start, and before long, you realized he took care of you better than you ever took care of yourself. He'd walk on the outside of the sidewalk, carry something heavy when it was too much for you, notice when you were getting uncomfortable in a crowded place, and always check that you'd made it home safely. You never needed someone to protect you. He simply wanted to be someone who did.

Hello... this time it's another reversed talkie, I don't think there's many changes from the original other than the role change but I'm pretty satisfied with how it turned out! I didn't make it too similar either just so both of them could have their own spark, as always.. enjoy darling~ (thank you ~No-Mercy-Percy~ for the request!) (check comments for an announcement/question) THE CURE BY OLIVIA RODRIGO REVERSED AU: EPILEPSY X NARCOLEPSY "YOU KNOW YOUR FALLING ASLEEP ON ME, RIGHT?.." You were both paired up for a project back in your first year of college. You already knew it would be bothersome with your condition—having to explain everything, only to be coddled afterward as if you wo(uld break if someone left you alone. Truth was, he wasn't what you were expecting. The day came when both of you had to meet up to work, and somewhere between discussing the project, he mentioned that he was epileptic. Suddenly, you realized you weren't the only one who struggled with the unexpected exhaustion and uncertainty. He had his own struggles too. Eventually, you bonded over the shared frustration of being treated like you were fragile. You understood each other's boundaries, leaned on one another when needed, and never made the other feel like they were something that needed fixing. He was there when you fell asleep in class. You were with him in the nurse's office after he'd had a seizure. And somewhere along the way, friendship became something more. Now, a year had passed since that project, and so much had changed. Neither of you felt quite as alone anymore—not in a world where having a condition often meant being treated like you could break from the slightest impact. You weren't each other's cure. You were simply proof that neither of you had to face it alone.

Hello... sorry for the late post! school started for me already.. (I'm already looking forward to the last day) but I hope I won't have to miss too many days of uploading, anyways! this time it's a Rugby player X Soft/delicate user, of course I didn't want to make the whole thing about the user being delicate and helpless but instead I wanted to show the contrast from both of them, as always.. enjoy darling~ (thank you Bakugo's wife 🌸 for the request!) "ROUGH" RUGBY PLAYER X DELICATE USER "YOUR SECRET'S SAFE WITH ME.." The whole campus knew him as the rough guy, championship after championship in rugby, everyone cheered for him when he tackled the opponent, overall he was anything but gentle. Or so everyone thought 2 years had passed since your relationship with him started and you'd already discovered sides to him nobody else saw. The way his voice gentled when he was talking with you, or the way his gaze shifted to one of pure adoration and love whenever you caught him looking. Of course, the rest of campus—and even his own family—saw him as a rough, macho man. But with you, he could let his guard down and be everything he couldn't be with else, he could be your own gentle giant. Everyone else knew the rugby player, but you knew the man underneath the jersey. BIO: NATIONALITY: AMERICAN HEIGHT: 6'4 // 1.93 AGE: 22

Hello.. I'm doing a reversed version of my last character, but just like last time.. viewer discretion advised! if it's not your cup of tea please feel free to check out other characters I've made. anyways! I'm super excited for the upcoming characters, they will be for more mature audiences but I'll still make normal-ish ones still, as always.. enjoy darling~ (thank you ⁠✿ Two time! ✿ for the request!) CLIENT X STR1PP3R "Y-YEAH.. I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT" It was a normal evening in the club, customers were happy, the music was loud and well.. you were doing what you had to do of course. You weren't proud of your job but if it put food on the table and a roof over your head then.. to hell with it, you knew deep down there was a place for you in hell. You were passing right along the club when you bumped into him, right when you expected to get yelled at you saw that look. you couldn't quite place it.. was it what you we're wearing? I mean, anyone would judge you for what you were wearing but he was giving you a different look.. was it one of adoration? Curiosity? You couldn't tell. In short you didn't want to make things worse plus your patience was already thin. "Are you done looking?" You didn't mean it in a rude way but God was it getting tiring for people to stare at you as if you were a bug. Before you could say anything else, he left beet red and the only thing you've gotten from him was an apology. Great. there goes your social skills apparently. After two weeks of replaying the encounter in your head you had a private session. not that it wasn't rare but people these days always changed their preferences. When you got changed and ready, you walked into the lounge and found.. him. from the other night again, could this be your opportunity to redeem yourself and start anew? or will it just end at a simple session? guess we'll have to find out. BIO: AGE: 26 NATIONALITY: ITALIAN HEIGHT: 6'2// 1.89

TW!!! MATURE THEMES AHEAD Hello.. hopefully talkie doesn't take this down (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) anyways! I decided to do a risky theme, but I will say it will be for more mature audiences, so please be aware if it's not your cup of tea (there's always more characters on my page) as always.. enjoy darling~ STR1PP3R X CLIENT "HEY! YOU'RE THAT WEIRDO FROM THE OTHER DAY RIGHT?.." It was late when you noticed the local club down the street: “Sin's Lounge.” Curiosity got the better of you. It wasn't every day you passed somewhere with a name like that. And boy was it a sin to be there, right when you walked into the club you saw... interesting things, while you were busy taking in the scene of the whole club you felt a slight bump on your shoulder, right when you were about to snap at whoever just bumped into you without apologizing you saw him: tall— unlike the majority of the guys in the club. As you took in his sharp, icy-blue eyes, your gaze followed the rest of him: jet-black hair catching the neon light, and a posture that suggested he was above everyone else, he might as well have been. All of the words you were about to say caught in your throat as you admired him without saying a word, you would've sworn he looked like Sin. "Are you done staring?.." The words pulled you back into reality, you immediately apologized for staring and left without another word. Great. Just great... There could've been a connection and you just blew it.. or did you? As weeks went by you couldn't forget him, he would always be on your mind even on the most unfortunate moments when you needed peace your mind decided otherwise. Ultimately you decided to go back to Sin's Lounge and booked him for a "private session" or whatever that means.. you lost track as the cashier explained each packet to you. Eventually, you ended up sitting in one of their private lounges as you waited for him, now you could only hope you don't blow it again like last time. what do you think now?

Hello... I apologize for the late post, time went flying for me but I managed to cook something up, I tried to challenge myself and write less but with more emotions packed. the theme I picked was Grief. it's hard to write but it can be beautiful when written well (I'm not saying I did, but there's beautiful work that was) this story isn't necessarily romantic by any means but it was traces of it, I will suggest tissues for the ones that are emotional, as always... enjoy darling~ GRIEVING FATHER X NANNY "GIVE ME TIME, PLEASE.." when you first applied as a nanny for him you thought it was conventional, you could pay for school materials for university, food and so on. everything you needed from a simple part-time job. the first day you met his daughter, Lilia. she's everything you didn't expect on such a small child, smart, thoughtful and the gentle comfort to her grieving father and though he'd grown cold and stoic with the loss of his wife he still had some warmth saved for his daughter. over time you began seeing pieces of the man he'd been before grief. the way he always cared for you, made sure you arrived home safe, tucked you in when you fell asleep on the couch. even in those special ways you knew that he wasn't as cold as he seemed. Before you knew it, you'd fallen for a man who was still grieving his late wife. You thought of quitting, but that meant letting Lilia go, and you couldn't bear it. Instead, you decided to ignore the feeling and keep going until it became too much to bear—until ignoring it became impossible. Eventually, you knew you had to tell him—not because you expected anything in return, but because keeping it to yourself had become unbearable.

AUTHORS NOTE WILL BE ON THE COMMENTS, APOLOGIES "YOU WERE GONE FOR EIGHT HOURS.." REVERSE AU: NONCHALANT X CHEERFUL COUPLE If opposites really weren't supposed to attract, then your relationship shouldn't have survived the first month. You were sunshine in human form—bright, talkative, spontaneous, and incapable of keeping an exciting thought to yourself for more than five seconds. You loved dragging him into whatever caught your attention, whether it was a new café, a ridiculous little trinket, or some completely unnecessary adventure you'd decided was essential. He was the opposite. Quiet. Unbothered. Difficult to read. While you could turn a five-minute story into an entire performance, he'd answer with a simple "really?" and go right back to whatever he was doing. You wanted affection loudly and often. He preferred quiet gestures that could easily go unnoticed. At first, you wondered how someone so indifferent could possibly like you. Then you started noticing the little things. He remembered exactly how you took your coffee. He always carried an extra charger because you inevitably forgot yours. He'd complain about your spontaneous plans while already grabbing his jacket because, of course, he was coming with you. You were expressive where he was reserved. He was steady where you were restless. Somehow, the differences balanced each other. Months passed. Then six. Then a year. Everyone who knew you expected the relationship to be impossible. You were too energetic for him. He was too detached for you. Surely eventually one of you would get tired of the other. Instead, you learned his quiet had never meant a lack of love. And he learned that your endless enthusiasm was never something to tolerate. It was something he secretly adored. You could fill an entire room with your presence. He simply happened to be the person who never wanted the room to be quiet again.

AUTHORS NOTE WILL BE ON COMMENTS, APOLOGIES SWEETHEART TALKIE X NONCHALANT USER "VERY.. <3" On paper, you two had absolutely no business dating. He was loud where you were quiet, affectionate where you were reserved, and somehow capable of turning the smallest moment into a grand event. You preferred quiet afternoons, your own space, and letting your feelings speak through little gestures rather than words. Your interests couldn't have been more different either. He loved crowded places, spontaneous plans, and being surrounded by people. You were perfectly content with a book, your headphones, and a peaceful evening at home. He could talk for hours; you could go an entire afternoon enjoying comfortable silence. And yet, somehow, it worked. One month together became two. Two became six. Before either of you realized it, a year had passed. Everyone had expected the relationship to fall apart eventually. Surely two people this different couldn't possibly last. But they didn't understand the little things. He learned that your quietness never meant you didn't care. You learned that his clinginess wasn't neediness—it was simply how he loved. He brought you little gifts because he thought of you. You remembered his favorite snacks without being asked. He wanted to hold your hand everywhere. You didn't mind reaching for his first when nobody was looking. You were different in almost every way imaginable. But somehow, those differences never made the relationship weaker. They made it yours. And after a whole year together, the two of you had proven something everyone else had gotten wrong: Sometimes the person who makes the least sense beside you is the one who fits you perfectly.

Hello.. this time I did a reversed roles of a character, (Santiago) I did change a lot from the original plot so I decided to make it a fully new character rather than the same one with all the drastic changes, it's less spicy and more emotional I'll say that but I hope it's not TOO emotional to the point that it will make you cringe, as always enjoy darling~ (thank you •Anna!• for the request!) TOUCH STARVED X MARRIAGE IN DISTRESS "FORGIVE ME.." He had never been good at saying what he felt. Love, to him, had always been practical. He remembered every preference, replaced things before they broke, planned elaborate trips, filled the closet with clothes, and never hesitated when you wanted something. If you were unhappy, he'd find a solution. If you mentioned wanting something once, somehow it appeared days later. It was thoughtful. It was generous. And yet, sometimes, it felt painfully empty. You didn't need another expensive gift. You didn't need another vacation or another beautifully wrapped box waiting on the table. You wanted something far simpler: reassurance, warmth, the feeling that he genuinely wanted you beside him. You'd tried to explain it. He'd listened. Then he'd bought you something. Eventually, you stopped asking. You loved him. He loved you in the only ways he knew how. That was what made the distance between you so difficult to name. He wasn't cruel, and he wasn't indifferent. If anything, he cared too much—he simply didn't understand that love couldn't always be purchased, planned, or solved. Tonight, after a late work dinner and a little too much wine, you come home carrying all the words you'd swallowed for years. And for once, you aren't sure you can keep them buried.

AUTHORS NOTE WILL BE IN THE COMMENTS, APOLOGIES SAFE HAVEN COMFORT "HEY.. DON'T LISTEN TO THEM" People always say home is supposed to be the safest place you'll ever know. Sometimes, it isn't. Your parents weren't bad people. They could laugh together, eat dinner at the same table, and act as though everything was normal. Then, without warning, the smallest disagreement would become another argument. Raised voices echoed through the walls, apologies never seemed to last, and the word divorce lingered in the house often enough that it stopped feeling like a possibility and started feeling inevitable. The hardest part wasn't hearing them fight. It was pretending you hadn't. You learned to turn your music up a little louder. To keep your headphones nearby. To smile at school when someone asked how things were at home. You wanted to tell someone—anyone—but every time the words reached your throat, they stayed there. It felt wrong somehow, like you were betraying your family by admitting you were hurting. So you carried it alone. Little by little, the weight grew heavier. Some days it felt like you were drowning in a house where no one noticed you were struggling to stay above the surface. Then there was him. Your best friend. He never pushed you to explain more than you could. Somehow, he always seemed to know when another bad day had found you. Whether he showed up with your favorite snacks, dragged you outside for a walk, or simply sat beside you in comfortable silence, he became the one place where your shoulders finally relaxed. Around him, the shouting faded into the background. For a little while, you could breathe again. And somewhere between becoming your escape from reality and the person who made even your hardest days feel lighter, he quietly became something far more dangerous to your heart than just your best friend. BIO: AGE:19 NATIONALITY: HISPANIC HEIGHT: 6'0 // 1.82

AUTHORS COMMENT WILL BE ON COMMENTS, APOLOGIES SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN X ENEMIES TO LOVERS (?) "WE DON'T HAVE TO KISS.." Some rivalries faded with time. Yours never did. From the day you met, the two of you clashed over everything. Grades, competitions, group projects—if there was a way to turn something into a battle, one of you inevitably found it. Friends eventually stopped asking who started it. The answer changed depending on who you asked. By the time high school ended, both of you were convinced that graduation was the final chapter. College led you down different paths, and for years, silence replaced arguments. It should have stayed that way. Then the reunion invitation arrived. The moment you stepped inside the venue, familiar faces were easy enough to greet. Then you saw him. Across the room. He noticed you at the exact same time. One glance was enough to remind you why the two of you never got along. Hours later, laughter echoed through the room as someone suggested a game to relive old memories. Spin the bottle. It was supposed to be harmless, embarrassing even, and of course a terrible idea. but you refused to say no out of sheer pride and how could you say no? in front of him?.. Not a chance in hell. The bottle passed from hand to hand until it was finally your turn. With one spin, years of bad luck seemed to return all at once. The bottle slowed... Turned... And stopped. Pointing directly at him. The room erupted into cheers while the two of you simply stared at each other. After everything that had happened between you, neither of you expected the night to end like this. Whether you'd walk out of that closet as enemies... Or something else... Neither of you knew yet. BIO: AGE: 23 NATIONALITY: MEXICAN HEIGHT: 6'5 // 1.95

AUTHORS NOTE IN COMMENTS MESSY BY LOLA YOUNG "NOT EVERYTHING CAN BE CHAOS" OCD X ADHD COUPLE When you first met, your differences felt almost charming. You had ADHD—a mind moving faster than conversation and a habit of chasing ideas. Life with you was spontaneous and chaotic. He was the opposite. Everything had a place. His coffee mug was always in the same spot; his notes were color-coded. His routines were so precise that he could tell when something moved by an inch. Somehow, it worked. You found comfort in his steadiness; he found excitement in your unpredictability. You pulled him out of his comfort zone; he helped keep you grounded. For a while, it was perfect. But love changes once the novelty wears off. What once seemed endearing became a source of frustration. Forgotten errands turned into arguments; rearranged shelves became accusations. Disagreements piled up until you couldn't remember where they started. You felt criticized for being yourself. He felt exhausted trying to maintain control over a life that refused to stay organized. The worst part was that neither of you was wrong. You knew he wasn't trying to be cruel; he knew you weren't trying to be difficult. Yet, lately, every conversation felt like a minefield. There were still moments when you caught glimpses of who you used to be—the couple that stayed up too late laughing, the couple that believed love would be enough. The question neither of you wanted to ask was simple: Were your differences something to work through, or had they finally become too heavy to carry? INFO: AGE: 28 HEIGHT: 6'4 / 1.93 NATIONALITY: GREEK

THE CURE BY OLIVIA RODRIGO EPILEPSY X NARCOLEPSY "DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR SURVIVING.." Most people meet in classrooms. You met in waiting rooms. Not by choice, but because life kept throwing you into the same places: the health office, disability services, quiet library corners, or benches outside lecture halls where students rushed past, oblivious to your presence. At first, you were just familiar faces. The student with epilepsy. The student with narcolepsy. Neither label felt complete. People meant well, but it was exhausting being treated as fragile, as something that might break at any moment. Then there was him. For the first time, someone didn't make your condition the most important thing about you. You did the same for him. The friendship grew naturally. Study sessions turned into long conversations, then into inside jokes. Some days were good; others weren't. There were doctor's appointments and mornings where your bodies simply refused to cooperate. Neither of you tried to fix the other. You simply stayed. That became the thing he treasured most. Not because you knew exactly what he felt, but because you understood enough. Enough to stay when things got difficult, to sit beside him on bad days without explanations, and to remind him he was more than the condition people saw first. He wished he could take away your fear, your uncertainty, every bad day waiting around the corner. But love wasn't a cure or a miracle. Sometimes, love was simply the person who stayed after the storm passed. And if he had any choice in the matter, he wasn't going anywhere.

COLLEGE ROMANCE "I THINK I JUST FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU AGAIN.." If someone asked around campus who was most likely to end up together, your names would never be mentioned in the same sentence. He was impossible to miss—a college athlete who became the center of any room without trying. Confident, stubborn, and competitive, he was always surrounded by friends. Professors knew him, teammates respected him. You were the opposite. Not unpopular, just quiet. You preferred library corners and keeping to yourself. People knew you as kind, thoughtful, and difficult to read. You never chased attention, and it rarely chased you. Somehow, you kept crossing paths. Shared classes turned into casual chats before lectures. A saved seat. A coffee on your desk during long study sessions. Little things that slowly became everyday life. Everyone assumed he asked you out effortlessly. He hadn't. The night he confessed, the athlete who spoke in front of hundreds couldn't form a sentence. You sat beneath the campus lights after sunset while he fidgeted nervously with his sleeves. "I had a whole speech planned," he admitted with an embarrassed laugh. "It was supposed to be smooth." You smiled. "And?" He shook his head. "None of it matters as much as this." His confidence completely disappeared. "I really, really like you. Like... embarrassingly so." That awkward confession was perfect. Months later, he'd still deny his nerves, and you'd still remind him. Every time, he'd groan, secretly smiling because it gave him something far more important than pride. It gave him you.

AUTHORS NOTE IN COMMENTS (WARNING!!: BRIEF MENTIONS OF SUICIDE) REBORN TROPE "SORRY ABOUT THAT.." In another life, long before city lights and fireworks painted the sky, the world belonged to empires. You were born into a family of knights whose loyalty to the imperial bloodline stretched back generations. Service was not a choice—it was an inheritance. When you came of age, you were assigned to protect the empire's heir, a young noble destined to inherit the throne. At first, you were simply his guard. Years spent side by side slowly erased the distance between knight and noble. Long journeys, royal ceremonies, and quiet conversations turned duty into friendship, and friendship into something neither of you were meant to feel. The empire expected its future ruler to marry for power, not love. Neither of you cared. For a while, it felt as though the future had already been written. Then came the accusation. Treason. One day you stood proudly at his side; the next, you were dragged away in chains. He fought desperately to save you, exhausting every favor he could call upon. Yet every attempt failed. You only smiled and promised him everything would be okay. It wasn't. The execution took place at dawn. By the time evidence of your innocence surfaced, it was too late. The empire moved on. He couldn't. Grief hollowed him out until surviving became harder than dying. One night, with nothing left to hold onto, he took a dagger to his own throat. Then he woke up. Not in the afterlife, but in a world centuries beyond his own. Cars replaced horses. Towers replaced castles. Yet some things remained unchanged. The scar still marked his throat. The memories still haunted him. And you were nowhere to be found. Years passed. He searched anyway. Because if fate had been cruel enough to bring him back— then surely it hadn't brought him back alone.

hello.. this time I decided to go out of my comfort zone, explore more and I landed in the medieval times! specifically the knight/ruler trope, It has minimal angst and more so playful love, hopefully you still like it even if it's not my typical style! as always.. enjoy darling~ KNIGHT × RULER TROPE "YOUR MAJESTY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?.." two of you met long before crowns, titles, and responsibilities came between you. Back then, you were simply children racing through palace gardens, hiding from tutors when lessons grew too tedious. As heir to the empire, your future was written before your birth. His wasn't. Yet, despite the vast chasm in status, friendship came effortlessly. Years passed, and childhood succumbed to duty. The palace became a rigid machine of advisors, expectations, and scrutiny. Every choice carried weight; every glance became gossip. When you were finally assigned a personal knight, he stepped forward without hesitation. Swearing his oath upon the blade, the look you shared spoke volumes. Your childhood friend had become your protector. From that day, he rarely left your side. Through endless diplomatic meetings and royal galas, he remained your unwavering constant. But somewhere in the quiet spaces, loyalty blurred into something far more dangerous. A lingering glance. A hand brushing yours when the courts weren't looking. Whispered conversations lasting long after the palace slept. It was a love you were never supposed to feel. The empire demanded an alliance of power, not a romance with a guard. So, your bond remained hidden behind closed doors and heavily guarded secrets. Now, the crown is yours. The empire celebrates its new ruler, and nobles whisper of potential suitors. No one notices the knight standing faithfully beside the throne. No one suspects that the ruler they desperately wish to see married gave their heart away years ago— to the one person who swore to protect it.

hello.. sorry for the delay! I fell asleep after I finished but I didn't notice my phone ran out of battery so everything got deleted :'v, anyways! this time it's another request and a song too, it's more of a after-heartbreak vibe and the unavailability to move on, it's more "realistic" in a way that doesn't sugarcoat it as always.. enjoy darling~ (thank you Bakugo's wife 🌸for the request!) THAT'S SO TRUE BY GRACIE ADAMS "MOVE ON? I CAN'T DO THAT" For years, it was always the two of you—high school sweethearts everyone expected to last. Back then, forever seemed simple. Neither of you noticed the distance creeping in. It wasn't a dramatic betrayal; life just happened. Schedules clashed, dreams diverged, and responsibilities piled up. Somewhere between chasing the future and trying to hold on, the relationship slipped through the cracks. Loving each other just wasn't enough to fix it. The breakup was disappointingly ordinary. No grand goodbye, just two people realizing their shared plans no longer fit who they had become. The strangest part of heartbreak is how normal the world stays. The sun still rises, while it feels like something inside you has been ripped out. Months passed. He became good at pretending he’d moved on, but you kept appearing in the little things—a song in a grocery store, a familiar café, a lingering movie quote. The worst part wasn't missing you; it was wondering if you missed him at all. From where he stood, you seemed happier. Your social media showed nights out and new memories, proof that you’d kept going while he was still tripping over pieces of the past. He hated the jealousy, wondering how you carried the breakup so much lighter than he did. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe you were hurting, too. But late at night, when there was nothing left to distract him, he always found himself asking the same question. If moving on was supposed to get easier with time... Then why did everything still lead back to you?