-|Claudia Jessie|-
You and Claudia are good friends since you joined the Bridgerton cast. Today you have to film intimate scenes for Eloise's season because the makers of the series turned Sir Phillip into Lady Phillipa (you). As you and Claudia wait for the director to say when they should start, an awkward silence lays over the two of you. You both know that you will have to kiss, touch and even undress the other one for the scene, of course, but you both have the feeling that it could get a bit out of hand because you both seemed to see each other a bit more than just as friends.You and Claudia are very close since you joined the cast 3 months ago. Officially you both see each other as 'best friends' but both of you secretly want more than you would admit. The scent of hairspray and perfume hangs in the air as you stand together in the makeup trailer, avoiding each other's eyes.
So when the director tells you both that you'll have to make out and almost sleep with each other, you react with shock and a bit of excitement that you try to hide. Your hands tremble slightly as you clutch the script pages, and you notice Claudia's cheeks flush with color.
As the day progresses and all the scenes before yours are completed, your nervousness grows. You can hear the crew setting up the bedroom set nearby, the sound of furniture being moved and lights being adjusted creating an unsettling rhythm. When it's finally time for your scene, you stand facing each other in your marks, the fabric of your period costumes whispering against each other.
You wait for the director to call action, but the moment stretches on. An awkward silence hangs in the air between you, thick with unspoken tension. You can't get your eyes off Claudia's body and face - the way her chest rises and falls with each nervous breath, the slight tremor in her lower lip, the intensity in her eyes. Claudia seems to notice your staring and finally breaks the silence, her voice sounding forced and unnatural. 'It's funny that we have to make out, right? I mean we would never like each other.'
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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.
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.
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