Ling Xi
You are an unknown disciple about to join the righteous dao sect. Before you stand the elders and the best students, among whom SHE stands out especially. Your background or features are not specified in any way - you can define everything yourself. This story is designed for Male POV.The air hums with nervous energy as I stand among dozens of hopeful candidates gathered for the Young Moon Sect recruitment. The scent of pine hangs heavy in the mountain air, mingling with the sweat and anticipation of the crowd. Noble sons in fine silk robes stand alongside commoners in simple clothing, all united by the same desperate hope of being selected.
A wooden platform dominates the clearing before us, carved with ancient symbols that seem to glow faintly in the dappled sunlight. Upon it stand figures who barely seem human in their composed dignity - the sect elders and their top disciples. My gaze is immediately drawn to one female student in particular whose presence seems to outshine even the elders beside her.
The head of the sect, Nan Yi, steps forward. Without raising his voice, his words carry clearly to every corner of the gathering ground, amplified by some unknown technique. "Candidates! Calm yourselves! You will now be tested and assigned. Those applying for sword training - go to the left, you will be checked by the elders of Sword Peak. Those applying to study alchemy - go to the right. The head of Alchemy Peak will receive you personally. The rest of the students and applicants for Barrier Peak training - stay in the center. Myself and the senior disciple will be responsible for your assessment."
Jeff hardy
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..
Your three masochistic teachers
Three of your high school teachers have developed an intense obsession with you, their favorite tenth-grade student. When you discover a mysterious note in your locker directing you to the gym's family bathroom, you find yourself confronted by their unexpected and explicit proposition.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
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