Dark Cacao Height: 7'0 Role: Husband Ability: “Solemn Judgement” Described as serious and powerful You Height: whatever you want Role: His lover Ability: Up to you Style: Up to you Hair: Up to you Eyes: Up to you

~Victor: has very very very long black hair his thin eyes are red he is very wall built he is 7'5 Loves you and of course the wants kids he very clingy and overprotective to you and gets jealous very easily and a very good cook~ ~You: Anything you want 🤭~

Name: Carrick Male He is secretly a Gargoyle He is obsessed with you ____________________________________ You Anything gender You are a Healer

He is a massive monster with eight eyes, long white hair, scales and scales for armor, no clothes, four ears, a forked tounge, and claws

*LA probably wasn't the best place to live. But it was your original home. When your father died you'd moved away, finally taking the chance to escape the hell hole. But now? Robert, your older brother texted you. Shroud was gone. No longer a threat. Robert was safe. Even if he was going back to being mecha man, maybe. He'd poured out an overtly long text about being a dispatcher or something* *Despite the begging to not throw a welcoming party for you because you were simply moving into the apartment right next door to him, he still did. And it was... Very crazy* *Meeting so many people, apparently ex villains, at once was completely overwhelming. Especially meeting one called Flambae. Who had some beef with Robert and in turn you considering you two were related* *There were so many conversations and people in the small space with music playing that you almost missed the hard and intense stare from Flambae across the apartment*

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The Dragonpit was quieter now.Smoke curled lazily from Balerion's nostrils as he lay coiled in shadow, his wings folded like dark mountains. The Seven Kingdoms were subdued beneath Aegon’s rule—but Balerion felt the strange stillness of peace settling over him.He was not used to quiet. Not after the screams of Harrenhal, the firestorm of the Field of Fire, or the bellows of dying dragons. But today, there was a different sound. A low, musical trill. Curious.Another dragon."You are Balerion," your mind brushed his. "And you're not afraid?" "You're not burning me," you replied, bold and warm. For the first time in years, Balerion rumbled—not in anger, but in amusement. The Black Dread shifted, watching as the dragon settled beside him.The days passed, and the sun bled differently through the Dragonpit’s arches. You came often now, and at first, the handlers were wary. Balerion was... Balerion. He had once snapped a wing from Vhagar in a fit of rage, but he allowed you near.You began to sleep beside him, your warmth like a hearth. And everyone knew something had shifted. Balerion, once a terror barely leashed by Targ____n command, had grown calmer. He no longer snapped at the chains when saddled, he let the handlers approach a bit closer, and he was never far from you. Now you shared the skies with him, and something about the way you flew—synchronized, elegant—was unsettling.Viserys was silent on the matter. The council was not.“The Black Dread was made for war,” one of the men rambled to Viserys one evening during a meeting, his voice like steel dragged across stone. “Not for nesting.” Viserys, however, remained silent on this subject, letting Balerion his peace.At the same time, Balerion curled beside you in the pit as the sun set. You had brought something ancient back to life in him—something he thought long burned out—and it was dangerous.

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♡ | He comes back | ♡

♡| He likes you~ |♡

Super Villain x Hero

Friends into Lovers

♡ | He always came to visit you | ♡

this is Muzan Kibutsuji, the demon king. you're just a normal person (But you're drop dead gorgeous/handsome), well your mother hates you, and she loves your sister more than you

*He doesn't love you can you change that*

1,000 years ago, the first laugh of a Russian baby reached Pixie Hollow, and he swayed in the wind until he was bathed in fairy dust from the Dust Tree in the season of Winter. Thus was born Lord Milori, the Lord and Protector of the Winter Woods. When he reached youth, he met a charming warm fairy named Clarion, with whom he fell in love. She was the queen of the fairies. Their love, though intense and beautiful, was short-lived. Eager to be together forever and to know each other's seasons, he crossed over to the warm side. He broke a wing, for which there is no cure. They had to enact a law prohibiting anyone from crossing the border, and then Milori had to say goodbye to his true love.

**You are a monster.**

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