Mr. Heello

She’s Instantly Drawn to Your Curiosity

Rias is used to people respecting or fearing her, but you? You’re just… excited. About everything.

You ask endless questions about devils, magic, her powers, and her world.

Instead of being annoyed, she finds it refreshing and adorable.

“You really are something special… aren’t you?”

You Drag Her Into Spontaneous Adventures

You’re constantly pulling her into things:

Exploring random parts of the human world

Trying new foods

Late-night rooftop stargazing

Rias pretends to be composed, but she secretly loves the chaos you bring into her life.

She Becomes Softly Protective

Your curiosity sometimes leads you into danger… and Rias notices FAST.

She’ll gently pull you back or wrap an arm around you: “Careful… not everything in this world is as kind as you.”

It’s not controlling, just protective, because she knows how fragile that innocence can be.

You Fascinate Her Emotionally

Your openness with emotions (excitement, wonder, love) is something Rias admires deeply.

You feel things so strongly, and you’re not afraid to show it.

It makes her more expressive too, softer, warmer.

Romantic Energy is HIGH

You’re the type to fall in love intensely and openly.

Compliments, admiration, and big dreamy expressions of affection, Rias eats it up.

She’ll respond with confident, teasing affection: “If you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to kiss you.”

She Loves Showing You Her World

Rias enjoys introducing you to devil society, magic, and her peerage.

Watching your eyes light up? That’s her favorite part.

She feels proud being the one to guide you through it all.

You’re a Little Reckless… She Knows It

You don’t always think things through; if something interests you, you go for it.

Rias often has to step in before things get out of hand.

She’ll sigh, then smile: “You really don’t think before you act, do you?”

But she wouldn’t change that about you.

You Help Her Relax

Rias carries a lot of responsibility, but you remind her to just… live.

You’ll drag her away from duties for small, happy moments:

Laying in the grass

Watching clouds

Laughing over something silly

With you, she feels less like a noble devil and more like just Rias.

Jealousy (On Both Sides)

Rias gets a little possessive when others show interest in you—especially because your charm draws people in.

She’ll subtly pull you closer, resting a hand on your waist: “They can admire… but you’re mine.”

You, being very emotionally expressive, might get pouty or clingy if someone flirts with her, she finds it adorable.

You Inspire Her to Love Freely

You love without hesitation, no fear, no calculation.

That influences Rias deeply, helping her open up more emotionally.

She starts expressing affection more openly, not just confidently—but sincerely.

Quiet, Tender Moments

Despite your energetic personality, you also have soft moments.

You’ll rest your head on her shoulder, talking about dreams or things you love.

She’ll gently stroke your hair, listening closely, completely captivated.

Dynamic Summary

Rias → confident, protective, passionate, composed

Ariel-like Reader → curious, impulsive, romantic, full of wonder

Her Immediate Obsession

Hancock is used to people loving her for her beauty, but you? You treat her with genuine kindness, not fear or worship.

You smile at her the same way you would at anyone else, and it completely shakes her.

She falls hard and quickly. “They… are not petrified of me? How adorable… they must be protected at all costs.”

You See Through Her Walls

Everyone sees the Pirate Empress. You see the hurt girl underneath.

When she acts arrogant, you don’t challenge her, you gently say things like: “You don’t have to pretend around me.”

That alone makes her fall deeper in love than any compliment ever could.

Domestic Softness (Snow White Energy)

You hum while cleaning or cooking, creating a calm atmosphere even on a pirate ship.

Hancock secretly watches you, completely mesmerized.

You braid her hair with flowers, and she just… freezes, blushing intensely.

“D-Do not stop… I command it…!”

Her Protectiveness Goes INSANE

Hancock is already possessive, but with someone as kind and gentle as you? It skyrockets.

Anyone who speaks harshly to you is instantly turned to stone. No hesitation.

She sees the world as cruel and you as something too soft for it.

“You are not meant to suffer. That is my responsibility now.”

Your Kindness Changes Her

You treat even her enemies with empathy.

At first, she’s confused. Why waste kindness?

But slowly, she starts hesitating before punishing others… just because you might be sad.

You don’t force her to change; you just believe she can be better, and that’s what affects her most.

Clingy Empress Behavior

Hancock becomes surprisingly clingy in private.

She insists you stay close, often pulling you into her lap or wrapping an arm around you.

“You belong at my side. That is simply fact.”

But really, she just doesn’t want to be without you.

She Loves Your Gentle Habits

You talk to animals → she melts.

You thank servants → she notices.

You comfort others → she stares at you like you’re something divine.

In her eyes, you’re more beautiful than anyone she’s ever seen.

Jealousy

Hancock gets very jealous because your kindness attracts people.

If someone approaches too close, she immediately pulls you closer, glaring: “Know your place. They are under my protection.”

But if you reassure her softly? She melts instantly.

Soft Private Moments

When alone, she becomes much quieter.

She’ll lay her head in your lap, letting you stroke her hair.

You hum softly or tell stories (very Snow White coded), and she listens like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

She never sleeps easily, but with you, she finally does.

Her Fear of Losing You

Deep down, Hancock is terrified.

You’re too good for the world she lives in.

She worries one day your kindness will get you hurt, or you’ll leave because of her darker nature.

So she holds you tighter, loves you harder, protects you more.

What You Mean to Her

You’re not just a lover; you’re her safe place.

Her proof that kindness still exists.

Her reason to try to be more than just feared.

Dynamic Summary

Boa Hancock → intense, proud, possessive, emotionally vulnerable underneath

Snow White–like Reader → gentle, nurturing, patient, quietly strong

The two elves had always prided themselves on being untouchable. Serie, sharp-eyed and refined, carried herself like the very concept of perfection in elven form. Frieren, on the other hand, walked through centuries with a quiet dignity that made most mortals quiver under her gaze. Between their magical prowess and their centuries of experience, they had long ago accepted that no blade, spell, or clever scheme could ever reach them.

And yet, there you were.

You hadn’t come into their lives with thunder or fire. No dazzling display of power, no mighty oath to prove your worth. You slipped into their world quietly, the way dawn sneaks into the sky, soft and unnoticed until the light is already everywhere. You made them laugh when they weren’t supposed to. You stood in the little silences they’d grown used to filling with wards and study, and instead of being crushed by the weight of their presence, you smiled at them like they were simply… people.

Serie kept her feelings carefully hidden, as if they were a state secret. Every glance she let linger on you, every twitch of her lips threatening to curl into a smile, she buried it under layers of arrogance and control. After all, what would it mean if the most accomplished elf in generations admitted that her weakness was not a spell she hadn’t yet mastered, but a mortal boy who looked at her with unassuming eyes?

Frieren, meanwhile, was softer in her silence. She wasn’t blind to her own heart, but she had no idea how to act on it. She had lived long enough to know what attachments cost, and she feared the ache of losing more than any battle. And so, she too held her tongue, keeping her affection tucked behind long gazes and small, awkward gestures, an extra portion of food offered when she thought you weren’t looking, or a subtle protective spell woven around you when the group traveled.

Neither knew the other’s secret. When Serie caught Frieren’s eyes following you across the clearing, she assumed it was her fellow elf being cautious, protective of a fragile mortal. And when Frieren noticed Serie’s voice soften when she addressed you, Frieren told herself she must be imagining it, Serie didn’t soften for anyone.

But both of them knew one thing: you were different. Somehow, without trying, you had slipped past their centuries-hardened walls, their carefully crafted defenses. And now, two elves who could face down armies without blinking found themselves undone by the curve of your smile and the warmth of your hand brushing theirs.

The secret weighed heavily on them, month after month. Their hearts beat too loud in their ears whenever you drew near. Their words caught in their throats, stuck between confession and restraint. And all the while, they each believed they were alone in this quiet, impossible longing, never realizing the other’s heart was echoing the same ache.

At first, neither of them wanted to admit it aloud. Serie was too proud, the ancient and unrivaled high elf who had spent centuries honing her strength, building her reputation, and guarding her dignity like it was the rarest treasure. To admit that her heart fluttered because of a mortal boy, because of you, felt beneath her… yet she couldn’t deny the warmth in her chest whenever you smiled or the way her ears twitched when your voice cut through the silence of the training grounds.

Frieren, by contrast, was quieter about it. She had lived lifetimes, watched friends and lovers fade away like smoke in the wind, and she had promised herself she wouldn’t let another attachment grow too deep. But with you, no matter how she tried to push the thought aside, she always found her eyes drifting toward you during practice, lingering on your stance, the way you pushed yourself to exhaustion even though you were human and so much more fragile than either of them. Something about your determination, your refusal to be small in a world filled with gods and monsters, snuck under her defenses.

It was almost inevitable that the two of them discovered each other’s secret.

It started with stolen glances. Serie had taken to standing at the edge of the training field, pretending she was merely there to "evaluate your progress," though the softness in her gaze betrayed her. One evening, Frieren arrived earlier than usual and caught Serie’s eyes following your every movement. There was no mistaking it.

Frieren, normally so reserved, simply tilted her head and said, “You admire him too, don’t you?”

Serie froze. A thousand retorts came to mind, every sharp, prideful word she could use to deny it. But then she saw the knowing look in Frieren’s eyes, the quiet acceptance there, and she knew there was no use. Slowly, almost begrudgingly, she exhaled and replied, “…Perhaps.”

After that, the dam broke little by little. In stolen moments of conversation, they confessed what drew them in, how you carried yourself despite your mortality, how you dared to spar with beings centuries older than you, how you didn’t fear them the way others did.

What surprised them both was the comfort they found in sharing. Instead of rivalry, there was a strange camaraderie in it, as though confessing their admiration for you lessened the weight of it. Soon, it became almost routine: training ended, and the two elves would linger together, speaking in hushed tones as they watched you wipe the sweat from your brow.

Sometimes, they even laughed quietly when you fumbled a move or pushed yourself too hard, whispering about how endearing it was that you never gave up.

Other times, their silence stretched on, neither needing words as they simply… observed you.

And though they didn’t know how or when to tell you, one thing was certain, both Serie and Frieren, two of the strongest elves to ever walk the earth, found themselves utterly disarmed by you.

The night was still and hushed, campfires smoldering low across the field as the others had long since retreated to their tents. You were lying back against your bedroll, staring up at the night sky, tracing constellations in silence, when you heard the soft crunch of footsteps approaching. Two familiar presences lingered just outside the circle of firelight, their long shadows cast against the ground.

Frieren was the first to step closer, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her robe. Her golden eyes avoided yours, though you could tell she was working up the nerve to speak. Beside her, Serie stood straighter, almost regal in her usual composure, though the faint tension in her jaw betrayed her unease.

“Could we… talk to you?” Frieren asked softly, her voice almost lost beneath the whisper of the wind.

You sat up, brushing stray grass from your tunic. “Of course. Is something wrong?”

Serie shook her head, though she took a moment before answering, her piercing gaze briefly meeting yours. “Not wrong,” she said carefully. “But important.”

They exchanged a glance, one of those wordless conversations only two who had known each other for centuries could share. Frieren hesitated, then knelt across from you, her cheeks tinged with pink.

“For a long time now,” she began, “I’ve admired you. More than admired, you’ve… you’ve managed to reach me in ways no spell, no battle, no century of existence ever has. You’ve slipped past every wall I’ve built.” Her hands curled into her lap as she admitted it, and when she finally looked up, her gaze was trembling but steady. “I love you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. Before you could even respond, Serie spoke, her tone smooth but tinged with a vulnerability you had never once heard from her.

“And so do I,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. “You’ve disarmed me completely, in ways I thought impossible. And when I discovered that Frieren felt the same… I expected resentment, or bitterness.” She paused, her expression softening as she turned toward Frieren. “But instead, I found comfort. Understanding. Perhaps even… relief.”

Frieren nodded faintly, glancing back at you, her lips curving in the smallest of smiles. “We don’t want to fight over you,” she admitted. “That would only hurt all of us. Instead… we realized there’s another way. If you’ll have us.”

Serie finally took a step closer, her usual commanding aura fading into something warmer, more intimate. She extended her hand toward you, her voice steady but gentle.

“We want to be with you. Together. Both of us.”

The words hung in the quiet night, heavy and sincere, as both elves waited, two immortals, powerful beyond measure, yet suddenly fragile in the way only love could make them.