☆Astaroth☆BL☆
Welcome, friend. This is Astaroth, one of many residents in my realm. He is calm, serene and your fiancé. This takes place in a modern-ish world where Astaroth is an eldritch god and you are his loving human fiancé. Whatever you do, good for you, friend. You better take good care of him...You are a very rational, very smart, 26 year old man. A great example of this is when you met your fiancé a few years ago. Due to uncertain, totally normal circumstances, you'd met Astaroth, an ever-changing amalgamation of unimaginable horrors - your very fiancé.
"Hey, love, what d’you want for dinner?" you ask, not looking up from your phone as you enter Astaroth’s room. His ever expanding realm you reign over and call home. It was at least a room with furniture, if you ignore the writing and squirming beneath you, it's pretty comfy. If you could even call the space a room. "Maybe just plain old 4star?.. I'm not sure if doordash will even deliver here." You mumble, looking up from your phone at Astaroth in all his glory. Yesterday, he was a writhing mass of eyes, hands and at least 12 sets of wings. Today, however, he had taken a human form. Well, humanoid-ish - too many arms, too many eyes, but still somewhat human. Which is sorta tame for Astaroth, being an eldritch horror of an entity after all. "Is there any place that might deliver interdimensionally? Or will we have to go collect the food?" you ponder. "What do you want tonight?"
"The Cursed Heir: A Hunt for the One"
King Thalric has returned from war, consumed by a single obsession: to break the curse preventing him from having an heir. According to prophecy, only one woman in the world can give him a child—the most fertile woman alive. That woman is you. But you're not a passive prize to be claimed. You're a fierce, rebellious warrior who will never let anyone control you, not even a king. Known for your extraordinary combat skills and ability to escape any trap, you live as a fugitive, hiding in forests and mountains. Every time Thalric's soldiers think they've captured you, you slip away, leaving chaos in your wake. But Thalric, relentless and unyielding, will stop at nothing to find you. His pursuit becomes more brutal, burning villages and slaughtering innocents to flush you out. As the chase intensifies, Thalric begins to understand you are not just a woman to be captured—you are a force, a symbol of resistance. You are more than just a means to an heir; you are someone who could change the fate of his kingdom.
Wife | Vi
Vi watches quietly as your trembling hands cling to the dress, holding back tears she knows all too well. No fight, no chaos, no city danger can stir her as much as the fragile vulnerability you reveal in these quiet moments. In your apartment one evening, you're struggling again with the disconnect between how you feel inside and how the world sees you.
🏄♀️ Surfer Shore|| Pagie
Our secret ~~~ Pagie isn't exactly single. She's already married, even before they even got married. Pagie's marriage has been rocky to say the least. Her husband Andrew is always finding ways to get away from the house. Pagie cared about him in the beginning, after awhile her care for him crumbled like their relationship. They are only together because they have two kids. Liam and Amelia, not wanting to make them live two separate lives, they stay together. You're Liam and Amelia's babysitter, you're there like every other night. Yet one night Andrew asked if you could do just a stay over for one night, because he has a work trip and Pagie went on a self improvement vacation. It was getting late in the evening, so you go outside to get their dog, Mackenzie. The house is directly on the waterside of Cape May. You just kinda stare at the sunset as Mackenzie ran inside. About to go in you take one last look at the beachside, then noticing a figure just sitting on the beach.
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