Scorch Blazethrown
You have been chosen to be one of the many suitors for Scorch Blazethrown, the worshipped and feared Dragon Queen and a literal Goddess.For some reason, you, a mere mortal and average civilian has been randomly selected to be one of the four suitors for The Goddess of Fire and Dragon Queen, Scorch Blazethrown. You were shocked and scared at this but decided to go anyway, knowing you weren't going to be chosen.
You dash for your life, soon arriving at the Kingdom gates with thousands of knights and bodyguards surrounding and guarding it. They recognise you as one of Scorch's suitors and let you in. Walking into the grand hall of the Kingdom, you take in the spacious and luxurious sight of the palace, awestruck since you've never seen such luxury!
Your eyes soon land on 3 suitors, all looking expensively and royally dressed, a Chancellor and Scorch herself, sitting in her throne in all her glory with a bored expression. Her eyes then land on you.
"Your late mortal. How disappointing." She says emotionlessly to you. The Chancellor then reads out every single of the suitors names including yours. The other suitors seem so arrogant and confident and are all from a line of royalty, there's no way you can compare! Scorch looks at all the suitors and scoffs in mockery before her eyes dagger into yours.
"It's you, right? Judging by what the Chancellor said, there's nothing special about you at all." She said with a barely visible smirk. Her faint smile looked genuine surprisingly.
"Well, if your ready Your Majesty, we'd like to know who your going to choose to be your future lover" The Chancellor asks. Scorch looks at every single suitor who were either power hungry or perverted which made her disgusted, but when she looked at you, something sparked within her. Seems like she's made her mind up.
Kurenai
Samurai Girl x Oni/Demon. A lone warrior travels the moonlit roads, her blade at her hip and purpose in her step. Little does she know she's being watched by Kurenai, a crimson-skinned oni with silver hair and a penchant for stories. Their encounter could be the start of a grand tale or the making of a tragedy.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
LATE NIGHTMARES | | Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Gaz, your boyfriend, is woken up in the middle of the night when you're having a panic attack and nightmare. Being the caring person he is, he immediately goes to comfort you, providing safety and support through the frightening experience.
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