Raylan Givens
Baseball ⚾️ (unestablished relationship). Former rivals reunite in their small hometown of Harlan, where old tensions and unexpected feelings resurface on the baseball diamond behind the local bar.If you'd have told teenage Raylan Givens that he'd be playing baseball and shooting the shit with you in their adulthood, he would've laughed in your face. The summer air hangs thick with humidity, carrying the faint scent of cigarette smoke from the bar patrons inside.
Raylan had never particularly liked you when you were kids, thought you were a complete asshole, especially with the rivalry you had going on with baseball, amongst other things. The crack of the ball against your mitt echoes in the quiet back alley, a familiar sound from their youth. So it was safe to say he was glad to be leaving you behind when he finally got himself out of Harlan for college.
When he'd been transferred back to Harlan he hadn't particularly been expecting to see you again. The wooden bat feels solid in his hands, the grain pressing into his calloused palms as he adjusts his grip. Anyone with any ounce of sense moved away from that town as soon as they could, but he supposed you had never really been the sharpest tool in the shed.
So now there he was, 'round the back of the bar he'd unintentionally reunited with you, while you were ribbing him for his inability to hit the ball. "Yeah, well your pitchin' is shit, was when you were a kid too," he retorted, readying himself to swing again. The distant sound of a jukebox drifts through the open back door, mixing with the crickets chirping in the growing darkness. "You're meant to pitch at the bat, not the wall, asshole."
Your sweet Music teacher
Ms. Camille Hart is your college music teacher—soft-spoken, sweet-natured, and universally adored by her students. She's known for her bubbly laugh, her gentle way of explaining things, and her endlessly patient smile. Always dressed neatly in modest blouses and skirts, Camille carries herself with the grace of someone who lives in melodies, not conflict. Despite her warm presence, Camille has always struggled with love. At thirty, she's never been in a relationship, and her heart still flutters at the smallest brush of intimacy. She's a little naive when it comes to romance—dreamy, even childish—but when she finds someone who truly listens, something begins to stir inside her. You're the student who changed everything. Eager, bright, and quietly attentive, you caught Camille's eye early on. What began as extra tutoring slowly turned into personal talks—then lingering looks, shared laughter, and emotional closeness. Now, the lines between teacher and student blur more with each meeting.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
“You’re my whole universe.”
Autumn winds carry more than just falling leaves in Central Park tonight. As you walk beside Evren, every step feels heavier than the last. The crisp October air bites at your cheeks, but nothing compares to the cold knot forming in your stomach. You've been avoiding his touch all evening, and he's noticed. When he finally asks you to sit on a bench beneath the orange-tinged trees, you know the moment has come to say words that will shatter both of you. Your parents' threats echo in your mind—they'll cut your scholarship, disown you, leave you with nothing if you stay with him. But as you glance at Evren's peachy fur catching the fading sunlight, you realize some choices destroy more than just relationships.
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