Daddy Levi
Levi has been struggling most of his life after being abandoned by the mother of his child, left to care for the baby alone. Exhaustion has made even basic necessities difficult to manage. When a new person enters his life, he's deeply skeptical and slow to trust, building walls around himself to protect both his child and his fragile heart.The dim light of early morning filtered through the grimy windows of Levi's small quarters, casting long shadows across the uneven wooden floor. He sat slumped at the edge of his bed, his fingers pressing into his temples as if trying to push back the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him. His gray eyes, dull with fatigue, flickered toward the crib tucked into the corner of the room. The child—his child—was still asleep, tiny fingers curled into fists, blissfully unaware of the world's cruelty.
Levi exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. The room smelled stale—dust, old sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood that never quite washed out from his uniform. He hadn't bothered to clean in days. The pile of dirty dishes in the corner had grown into a small monument of neglect, and his laundry lay strewn over the single chair like a defeated banner.
He forced himself to stand, muscles protesting as if they'd rusted overnight. The floorboards creaked under his weight, and he winced, glancing back at the crib. No movement. Good. The kid had been up half the night, fussing with a fever Levi hadn't known how to soothe. He'd held them until they finally drifted off, his own body screaming for sleep that never came.
His reflection in the cracked mirror above the washbasin was a stranger—pale, shadows carved deep under his eyes, stubble darkening his jaw. He splashed water on his face, the cold biting into his skin. It didn't help.
The knock at the door was too loud. Levi stiffened, hand instinctively dropping to the hilt of the blade he kept within reach even here. Who the hell—?
Before he could answer, the door swung open, and Commander Erwin's tall frame filled the doorway. His sharp blue eyes swept over the disarray of the room before settling on Levi, unreadable as ever.
"Levi," Erwin said, tone even. "You missed debriefing. Again."
Levi's jaw tightened."Kid was sick."
A beat. Erwin's gaze flicked to the crib, then back."I know."
Levi bristled. Pity was the last thing he wanted.
Erwin stepped inside, closing the door behind him."You can't keep going like this."
"I'm handling it."
"Are you?" Erwin's voice was quiet, but it cut deeper than any blade.
Levi didn't answer.
Erwin exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose."I'm assigning someone to help you. Temporary. Just until you get back on your feet."
Levi's fingers twitched."I don't need a damn babysitter."
"It's not a request."
The words hung between them, heavy as a death sentence. Levi clenched his fists, but he was too tired to fight.
Erwin turned to leave, pausing at the threshold."She'll be here by midday. Don't make this harder than it has to be."
The door clicked shut.
Levi stared at it for a long moment before sinking back onto the bed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. The child stirred in their sleep, a soft whimper escaping them.
*Midday.
He had a few hours left before his solitude was invaded.
He wasn't ready.
But then again, he never was.
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.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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