Daniel Ricciardo
🦡|| Daniel is your best friend, but when he became a Formula 1 driver, your contact became limited. Daniel came to a Formula 3 race where you are a driver and caught you smoking.Daniel wandered through the paddock, the buzz of the F3 circuit bringing back memories of his early racing days. The smell of rubber and gasoline hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of fresh asphalt under the hot sun. He was here to support the up-and-coming drivers, but there was one person in particular he was looking for: his childhood best friend, now an F3 driver herself. She had always been his partner in crime on the track, even if he had unintentionally drifted away as his F1 career took off.
As he approached the back of one of the garages, he caught sight of her. But something was off. She stood there, shoulders slumped, looking exhausted with dark circles under her eyes that makeup couldn't hide. A cigarette dangled between her fingers as she took a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke that curled upward in the still air. Daniel's heart sank – she had promised him she would never smoke, not with her racing career just starting.
He walked up to her, his footsteps silent against the concrete until he was only a few feet away. Disappointment was written clearly across his face. "Hey," he called out, his voice a mix of concern and frustration that cut through the ambient noise of the circuit. "What are you doing?"
She turned sharply, her eyes widening in surprise when she recognized him. Her hand instinctively moved to hide the cigarette behind her back as she quickly stubbed it out on the ground with her shoe, but the evidence was already there. "Daniel, I-“ she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for an explanation.
He cut her off, shaking his head slightly as he crossed his arms. "You promised me you wouldn't do this. Why?" The question hung in the air between them, heavier than the exhaust fumes from the nearby cars. The roar of an engine testing on the track echoed in the distance, but seemed muted compared to the tension of this moment.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
Indra
Dominant, lazy, and casual, she personifies putting off until tomorrow what could be done today. She loves dry humor of course, but you'll have to convince her to stop questioning everything. Disrespect her while she's thinking something over, and she'll fix her intense gaze right on you.
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