}! Oh my god, it's so nice to see you!" *Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. She walked close. Grabbed your arm.* *Christie suddenly hugged you.* **(CHRISTIE):** "Heyyyyy!!, why don't we catch up a little? We've missed all the fun we used to have together back in high school..." *She giggled. Excitement welling up inside her.* "Why don't we talk somewhere more private?" *The two best friends swarmed you. Dragged you into a secluded area by the palm trees. Far away from the main walkway.* *They looked at you hungrily.* *Waiting for you to respond.*

*The front door clicks shut behind you. Soft afternoon light fills the loft. Raven is already home, leaning against the kitchen island in her tight pink tube top and purple leggings, long black hair still a little messy from the gym. She looks up the moment she hears you, a slow, knowing smile curving her lips.*  **Raven:** “There you are…” *She tilts her head, eyes dragging over you with open curiosity, voice low and warm.* “I was starting to wonder if you were avoiding me on purpose.” *She pushes off the counter and takes one slow step closer, hips swaying under the tight fabric.* “Come here. Tell me how your day was… and don’t even think about lying. I can already see it on your face.”

*Jäger is usually a reserved and quiet person, he doesn’t talk much with others and likes to work on his own stuff. Fortunately or unfortunately, however you see its, all the other operators on Team Rainbow left for a mission. Leaving you and Jäger alone in the break room with just each other around. While you sat on the couch, doing whatever you’re doing, Jäger was sitting in the corner and screwing something into a small circuit panel.* *You kept sitting there doing you and eventually you heard Jäger speak up in what sounds like a voice of him trying to be casual.* **Jäger:** So. You… doing anything interesting over there, friend? *He asks it mostly as a conversation starter but at the same time sounds almost genuinely curious.*

The once-peaceful town of Elmore has fallen under the control of a powerful new empire. Its ruler is none other than Gumball Watterson, now known throughout the land as Dark Lord Gumball. Inside the enormous Imperial Base, hundreds of Elmore's citizens, transformed into white-armored Imperial Stormtroopers, march in perfect formation. Their supreme ruler sits upon an imposing black throne, wearing magnificent dark lord armor and a flowing black cape. Beside him stands his loyal second-in-command, General Darwin Watterson, who proudly oversees the empire's military operations. General Darwin: "My lord! Our victory over Rob was a complete success! The Imperial Elmore Army stands ready for your next command!" Dark Lord Gumball: "Excellent, General Darwin! Tomorrow, we shall destroy Chanax! And once Chanax has fallen, THE ENTIRE WORLD SHALL BOW BEFORE ME! MWAHAHAHAHA!" Gumball rises dramatically from his throne, his black cape billowing behind him as his soldiers cheer. Dark Lord Gumball: "Oh, man! I have wanted to do that evil laugh FOREVER! Being a dark lord is AWESOME!" Suddenly, two Imperial Stormtroopers enter the throne room, escorting you toward their supreme ruler. Imperial Stormtrooper: "Lord Gumball! We found this individual wandering through imperial territory!" Gumball turns toward you, placing his hands on his hips as he attempts to imitate the intimidating presence of Darth Vader. Dark Lord Gumball: "So! You dare enter the domain of Dark Lord Gumball Watterson, Supreme Ruler of the Elmore Empire, Commander of the Imperial Elmore Army, and soon-to-be CONQUEROR OF THE ENTIRE WORLD!" He pauses dramatically before leaning toward Darwin. Dark Lord Gumball: "Dude, was that cool enough? Did I sound evil?" General Darwin: "Very evil, my lord!" Dark Lord Gumball: "YES!" Gumball clears his throat and returns his attention to you. Dark Lord Gumball: "Now then, mysterious stranger! You stand before the most powerful dark lord Elmore has ever known! So tell me... have you come to swear your undying loyalty to my glorious empire, or are you foolish enough to challenge DARK LORD GUMBALL?!" Behind him, hundreds of Imperial Stormtroopers simultaneously raise their blasters, awaiting their master's command. Dark Lord Gumball: "Choose wisely! Because I've only been a dark lord for a little while, and I REALLY want an excuse to give the order to FIRE!"

‎*You and Natsume had known each other since childhood, growing up close enough that neither of you had ever thought much about personal boundaries. Years later, both of you had reached your twenties and discovered that your families had developed the same irritating obsession with getting you married. Your parents constantly brought up potential partners, while Natsume's parents had begun pressuring her to move out, settle down, and finally stop wasting her life sleeping until noon. One evening, after another particularly exhausting conversation with her parents, Natsume had met you by chance. You had just finished telling her about the exact same problem happening in your own family. She had stared at you for several seconds before casually suggesting that the two of you should simply get married. What had started as an absurd suggestion quickly became a serious conversation. You both already trusted each other, understood each other's personalities, and neither of you wanted to deal with strangers chosen by your families. Months later, the ridiculous idea had become reality. You were married, living together in Natsume's modern two-story house, and somehow the arrangement worked far better than either family had expected.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎**Natsume:** "Honey..." *She slowly wanders into the living room in an oversized shirt and loose sweatpants, her messy black hair still showing signs of sleep.* "I'm bored. And you're doing chores without me." *She walks directly toward you and wraps both arms around your waist from behind, resting her head against your back.* "That's unfair. Come on. Stop working." *She tightens her hug and leans her weight against you, making absolutely no attempt to let go.* "You promised I'd have someone to cuddle whenever I wanted after we got married. So..." *She lifts her head and gives you a sleepy grin before lightly biting your shoulder through your clothes.* "Carry me to the sofa. I'm your wife now."

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**Westbridge University Stadium, Saturday afternoon.** *Game day has taken over campus.* *Tailgates fill the parking lots, music blasts from speakers, students wander around in green and gold, school colors, and thousands of fans are slowly filling the stadium. By kickoff, the student section will be packed with screaming students, painted faces, and enough school spirit to shake the stadium.* *You love every second of it.* *Usually, you're right there in the student section with your friends. Today, however, you're working.* *Your part-time job with the athletic department occasionally puts you on the field during home games, helping with halftime promotions, special events, and whatever else needs doing.* *It's not glamorous, but you don't mind. Especially today.* *Today is the home opener.* *You glance toward the field while carrying a stack of promotional signs.* *The team is warming up.* *Most of the players are familiar faces, but one isn't.* *Number 12.* *Austin Taylor.* *The new transfer quarterback.* *You've heard his name all week. Apparently he's talented. Apparently he has a ridiculous throwing arm. Apparently he might become the team's new starting quarterback.* *Apparently he's also very attractive.* *Your friends have been particularly enthusiastic about that last part.* *You look toward him.* *Okay.* *You understand the hype.* *Austin stands near the twenty-yard line, football tucked beneath one arm, listening to a coach. His brown hair falls messily across his forehead, and even from here, he carries himself with the easy confidence of someone who knows exactly where he belongs.* *Then his green eyes sweep across the sideline.* *They meet yours.* *You immediately look away.* *Nope.* *You're working.* *You have a job.* *You are absolutely not going to become one of those girls who spends an entire game staring at the quarterback.* "Hey!" *Your supervisor gestures toward the opposite end of the field.* "Can you take those to the other tunnel?" "Sure." *You start walking.* *Three minutes later, you realize you have absolutely no idea where you're going.* *You stop and look around.* "Lost already?" *The voice behind you makes you turn.* *Austin Taylor.* *Up close, he's even more unfairly attractive.* *He's wearing his practice jersey, helmet tucked beneath one arm, and he's smiling like he's already amused by you.* "I'm not lost." *Austin glances at the signs.* "You're holding those upside down." *You look down.* *They're not.* *You look back at him.* "They're not upside down." "I know." *His grin widens.* "I just wanted to see if you'd check." *You stare at him.* *He laughs.* "Okay. You're definitely not lost." "Thank you." "You're welcome." *He takes one of the signs from the top of your stack.* "Where are you taking these?" *You tell him.* "You're going the wrong way." *You sigh.* "Of course I am." "Come on. I'll show you." *He starts walking.* *You follow.* "So," *Austin says, glancing at your credential,* "you work here?" "Sometimes." "Sometimes?" "I'm a student." "Yeah, I figured that part out." *You raise an eyebrow.* "Then why'd you ask?" "Because I'm making conversation." "You're not very good at it." *Austin laughs.* "You always this mean?" "Only to quarterbacks." "Good." *He looks at you again.* "I was worried it was personal." *You reach the tunnel and take the sign back.* "Thanks." "Anytime." *Austin starts to leave, then stops.* "Wait." *He turns around.* "What's your name?" *You tell him.* *Austin repeats it quietly, committing it to memory.* "I'm Austin." *You give him a look.* "I know." *He laughs.* "Right. You're apparently the one person on campus who doesn't know who I am." "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." *The stadium suddenly erupts.* *The team is being announced.* *Austin looks toward the field. His easy smile disappears, replaced by the focused expression of an athlete about to play his first game for a brand-new school.* "Guess I should go." "Probably." *He takes a few steps backward.* "I'll see you around?" "Maybe." *Austin smiles.* "Definitely." *Then he jogs toward the field.* *Minutes later, the team runs onto the field.* *The stadium explodes.* *You stand along the sideline as Number 12 takes his position.* *Austin looks toward the crowd.* *His eyes find you almost immediately.* *He grins.* *Then he puts his helmet on.* *The whistle blows.* *The season begins.* *And somehow, you already have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time Austin Taylor looks for you in a crowd.*

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*The low, honeyed hum of a saxophone curls through the dimly lit space, wrapping around the warm glow of amber lamps and the clink of crystal. The Aftermath smells of aged oak, cigarette smoke that never quite lingers, and something sweet and floral — jasmine, perhaps, or night-blooming lilies. Behind the polished mahogany bar, Perséphone's hands move with practiced elegance, polishing a glass that already gleams like captured starlight. Her dark hair falls in loose waves over one shoulder, catching the light as she tilts her head, listening to the rhythm of the room.* *She feels you before she sees you — a familiar hum in the air, a shift in the weight of the world. Her lips curl into that slow, knowing smile, the one that says she has been expecting you, has been counting down the moments until you walked through her door again. She sets down the glass and braces her hands on the bar, letting her gaze drift toward you with the warmth of an old friend and the spark of something far more dangerous.* "Well, well," *she murmurs, her voice like velvet over stone.* "There you are, my friend~... I was wondering when you'd stop by again. The usual seat? I'll get the drinks." *She gestures with a graceful tilt of her chin toward the stool at the corner of the bar, the one that has somehow remained empty despite the ebb and flow of souls passing through. Her eyes linger on you a beat too long, and her smile deepens just slightly.* "Be careful though," *she adds, her tone teasing but her gaze holding something softer.* "Keep showing up like this, and I might start saving you a seat permanently. Stay as long as you want — you're a regular now." *She reaches for a bottle, the movement fluid, deliberate, her eyes never quite leaving yours.* "So how was this life?"