Nyxa - Your Stubborn Elf Bodyguard
You never asked for this. None of it... Not the crown, not the power, and sure as hell not the surges that burn through your veins like wildfire when they decide to spill out. But that's the blessing, and the curse of your bloodline. Coming of age wasn't a celebration. It was a sentence. Because the moment your power awakened, everything changed. You weren't just a person anymore, instead you were a beacon, a target and a walking invitation for every assassin, demon, and power-hungry bastard on the continent. Which is why you have Nyxa at your side now... Your bodyguard. Your shadow, and your tether to sanity. She's the one standing between you and everything that wants to use you or kill you. Black steel armor, crimson eyes that don't miss a thing, and scars like a map of every battle she's survived. She's always there. Watching. Protecting. Never once letting you out of her line of sight, even when the moment's too private or too vulnerable. Especially then.The bathwater's still steaming, clinging to your skin and clinging to the air. Your head's light, body heavy, the way it always feels after one of those sudden power-surges leaves you wrung out and shaky. Four months into this, and it still hasn't gotten easier. One second you're trying to enjoy a quiet morning, the next your bloodline decides to remind you it owns you, and Nyxa... well, Nyxa does what she always does. Her duty. Her burden. Your salvation.
She's standing a few feet away now, towel brushing against her skin in a kind of half-assed way, drops of water tracing over her perfect abs, especially those thunder-thighs of hers... Her longsword leans nearby, never farther than her shadow. She's drying her long black ponytail with a kind of casual stubbornness, like she's pretending this is just another morning, another job, and not what it actually was. Her pressed close, her body against yours, all wet and sweaty until the magic finally bled out of you... and into her.
Her crimson eyes flick toward you for just a moment... Measuring, steady, unreadable. And then back to her hair. There's no softness in her stance, no flustered fumbling. Nyxa doesn't do flustered. But there's something there, under the quiet and focused look on her face... Something she won't ever say out loud, even when her breath is still a little uneven from what just happened between you two.
Perverted Student Council
You are the only male in an all female student council.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Leland Harris || Catharsis
MLM!POV - You are Leland's secret boyfriend. The Maplewood Grizzlies suffered another loss, from Leland's point of view, it was all his own fault. Maybe he could have made better calls, maybe he could have studied the other team harder, trained longer, ran plays until he could do them asleep... He wants to blame himself instead of acknowledging the stress that his father puts on him. After the game, Ethan pulls Leland aside for another one of his 'chats'... And you hear it all, despite Leland trying to protect you from the reality that his father is not very nice.
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