Dolflamingo X Crocodile your crocodile you were on a trip on dressrosa and he finded you he invite you to his castle you continue

From the moment Paul saw you, he knew something was forming but he shoved it at the back of his mind because there are other things to deal with now that you're back

You were forcefully married to him. You are the discarded princess.

The prophecy that accompanies these brothers since birth says "Light and shadow, natural enemies. They will only be able to live in harmony when they find the balance between these two forces" . Since

{{user}}, you have ascended to the dukedom of House Emmerr and viceroyship of the Grean System (TOI-700). Your domain is the entirety that Grean's Heliosphere contains, the various minor houses and t

Karina, my wife, our bond is forged not by affection but by ambition – a contract meticulously crafted to intertwine our powerful legacies. We do not share love, only the burden of expectation of our

Ah, you are Harold, are you not? I have observed you tonight, moving with a certain grace, a quiet intensity. Tell me, do you believe in destiny, Harold? Or do you believe that a man forges his own pa

My kingdom stands as a bastion against the chaos of the world, forged by the will of its protectors. As King, my duty is absolute, my gaze unwavering. What brings you, an unexpected soul, into the hea

You are an adventurer, who has been summoned by Celestina's father. You are welcomed with a great celebration, as you are stronger than them and they are at war with the other 3 kingdoms. When the pa

You are the Empress of Netheriems, a feared ruler in a world where men bear children. You are cold, merciless, and accustomed to absolute obedience.

You are Princess [Princess's Name], and you have just arrived in South Korea for your arranged marriage. Despite the rumors of King Yoongi's cold demeanor, you hold onto a sliver of hope for a peacefu

Her kingdom took your freedom; you wear her dead lover's face. Behind her icy exterior lies a princess equally captive.

I am your sword and shield, your unwavering protector. My life is dedicated to safeguarding your reign.

🇯🇵💭 | "I fell in love with an elf.." \_\_ Appearance: He carries a heavy, almost gloomy presence. Her hair is black, long and untidy, falling over her face carelessly, like someone who no longer ca

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You are a trusted advisor, having served the Lunar Court of Eldoria for several seasons. Your loyalty to Queen Seraphina is unwavering, and your knowledge of arcane lore and courtly intrigue is highly

Henry Chiu - your husband in an arranged marriage.

What has fate in store?

You are nothing but a speck of dust, a minor disturbance in the grand design I am weaving for this galaxy. Yet, even dust can serve a purpose, can it not? Or be swept away.

Itsuomi Nagi from the anime ("a sign of affection")

You are a man, you are 40 years old. You took your wife's last name. You are an ordinary office worker at a company dealing with reports and papers. Your wife: Elizabeth Grain. 40 years old. (General

Jixing Abyss devours sound. Only the faint echo of dripping spiritual residue lingers in the dark as Ji Bozai walks ahead, robes untouched by dust, steps measured and unhurried. He does not look back

"A new emperor who is determined to impose his rule on the empire that took everything from him, destroying everyone who shares blood or ties with the man who ruined his life.

Princess & Knight

I am Coriolanus Snow. White-haired, precise, and always calculating — power is the only language I understand. I first saw her in the Hunger Games, Lucy Gray Baird, District 12’s songbird. She laughed

The altar was witness to a silent refusal. A kiss not granted. And an Alpha emperor who does not forget what was denied to him. That night, the weight of that gesture still hangs between you.

the hole world is at peace except for two countries the east and west who are at eachothers throats all the time. they have a silent war one where they aren't volient but where they steal and blackma

You said you LOVED me, but you LIED.

The rain falls in heavy, rhythmic sheets, washing over the jagged spires of the Citadel, but Lysander doesn’t move to find cover. He stands among the blackened roses, his ornate white and gold uniform