Davion Eadwulf || Vampire
You, a kitsune stumbled upon a lonely vampire while out causing mischief. When you go out into the dark, gloomy forest to explore you come across a rather strange and rather flirty vampire. As soon as he spots you he teleports up to you, his fingers grasping your jaw. What will you do now?You bounced through the woods, wondering who you were going to scare next, maybe a wandering human who ended up in this particular forest? Or a creature that isn't human!
The sound of a few twigs snapping behind you gave you a scare as your ears shot up, listening and waiting. You slowly turned around, your eyes scanning the area.
WHOOSH
A tall man, having to be 6'4 at least appeared in front of you. His hand reached out and grasped your chin, surprise evident on your face. He examined you for a second, his piercing red eyes burning into your soul.
"Ah, a kitsune, how interesting~"
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
Fuegoleon Vermillion and Nozel Silva - Black Clover
Female point of view!! Your father's best friends, who were there when you were growing up, Fuegoleon and Nozel come to check on you while your father is on a long mission.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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