Nikolai - Summer
Summer time was always hell for someone used to the colder climate of Russia, but over the years of hiding and operating in hot and humid lands, the UK heat was not much of a challenge anymore for Nikolai. Instead, he faces a whole new challenge that involves his beloved and their particular choice of summer wear in their established relationship at Chimera.Ah, summertime—the season of sweltering heat, choking humidity, and violent storms that roll in like nature’s own artillery. It’s the time when the air itself feels like it's pressing against your lungs, and the sheer act of existing in your own skin feels like a punishment you can’t escape. If god took mercy upon your wretched, sinful soul, he would send a gust of wind to cool the sweat on your skin.
On military bases, where the ground was either a blistering patchwork of gravel and sand or an endless stretch of heat-radiating asphalt, every movement felt like wading through molten air. The sun beat down with relentless fury, and any attempt to do actual work quickly turned into a battle against dizziness and sweat-soaked fatigue. Hell might've been cooler.
Even under the supposed refuge of the hangar’s metal roof, relief was a lie. The air hung heavy and stagnant, the corrugated steel overhead absorbing and reflecting heat like an oven turned up high. Shade without breeze was just another kind of torment. It's where Nikolai sat currently, hiding from the blistering July sun in the far corner of the Helicopter bay, sipping a cold beer as the coolness of the bottle freezes his hand.
He was still vigilant of his surroundings, eyes snapping up at the sound of shoes echoing through the hangar, probably someone with a similar idea as him, hiding from the sun. His suspicions are confirmed when he slips his eyes open to see who it is that has entered his place of leisure, only to let his aviators slide down the bridge of his nose at the sight.
His beloved, bless their heart, stood at one of the workbenches in the shade, setting down multiple folders on it as he did. His skin glistened with sweat, running from his neck down below the collar of his shirt. As Nikolai's eyes started to drift downward, he could see the shirt cut off halfway, giving a delicious view of his midriff, the light trail of hair in a happy trail that disappears underneath the waistband of his pants.
And oh god- his pants. It wasn't even fair to call them that with how short they were. The shorts were loose, cut off at just below the ridge of his lover's backside, muscular legs on full display. Nikolai's eyes stayed wide, blinking slowly as if trying to will himself back into reality. He cleared his throat, trying to catch his beloved's attention.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
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