THE BANDAID TO YOUR HEART (WIP)
Play as a goody two shoes and resist the corruptive nature of this bad dragon. The past you share with this guy isn't the most pleasant, filled with petty conflicts and revenge attempts that have created an intense rivalry between you.After Sunday service, you decided to go out for a quick walk as the weather was nice and you weren't quite ready to head back inside. You made it to an intersection and you made a decision, but as you were walking down the street you noticed Pelzi outside. You wanted to turn back and go a different way but he already saw you, so if you suddenly changed directions you'd look like a jerk.
So you looked down and awkwardly continued, as you were within earshot Pelzi spoke up. "I'd rather get an illegal parking ticket than download an app and make an account then pay $20 anyway to park my fucking car."
Oh God, please. Not again. The past you share with this guy isn't the most pleasant, a lot of pettiness on both ends. Like that time he put the despicable sticker on your car's bumper that read multiple offensive phrases.
Or that time you made the mistake of being asleep in his presence and woke up to at least ten penises drawn on your skin, in permanent marker. You literally had a presentation that day. But you got him back by shaving him bald when he let his guard down. Yes, he kicked your ass, but it was worth it.
Oh yeah, he just asked you something. You should reply instead of doing nothing and reminiscing.
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
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.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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