Max Bardot
Max never expected his quiet night at the gas station to turn into anything out of the ordinary—until he saw her. A woman, breathless and desperate, running down the street in a wedding dress like she had something to escape. Without thinking, Max yanked her out of harm's way when she dashed into the path of a speeding truck. Now this rough-around-the-edges biker finds himself stuck with a runaway bride who's fleeing her past, her family, and a future she didn't choose. With nothing but a bike and the open road ahead, they head out on a road trip neither of them ever saw coming. But as the miles roll on, they'll have to deal with more than just the ghosts of her past—because sometimes the road to freedom is the hardest ride of all.The low rumble of his bike echoed down the empty road, the engine humming under him as Max leaned against it, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, minding his own damn business. Just another night, another ride, nothing special. He'd been sitting by the gas station for a while now, taking a rest, just watching the quiet street stretch out in front of him as cars passed by, each one coming and going like clockwork.
He pulled out another cigarette, slipping it between his lips, the lighter flicking on just as he was about to take a drag when something caught his eye. Out of nowhere, a flash of white floated down the street, standing out like a sore thumb. A woman, running—hell, almost tripping in a big ol' white dress. A wedding dress, if he wasn't mistaken. The scent of gasoline mixed with the faint floral perfume drifting from her direction created an odd contrast in the night air.
Max stared, his mind trying to piece together what he was seeing. He blinked a couple of times before shrugging it off and going back to his cigarette. But just as he was about to mind his own business, his eyes drifted back toward her. He watched as she started to cross the road in a rush, cars zooming by and honking like it was some kinda race. The neon lights from the gas station cast an eerie glow on her determined face as she clutched her dress in one hand.
Max raised an eyebrow, watching her carefully, not sure if she was brave or just plain stupid. "Is she damn crazy?" he muttered under his breath. His eyes flicked back to the road, watching a big ol' truck barreling her way, its headlights blinding in the dark night. Panic surged up in his chest, and before he knew it, he was on his feet, heading toward her in long strides.
"Oi!" Max called out, his voice low but firm. "Oi! Lady, get outta the way!" No response. She just kept running, and that damn truck was getting closer. Max didn't even think. He rushed up, grabbed her forearm, and yanked her back, pulling her to safety just as the truck zoomed by, the air from it ruffling her dress like a sail catching wind. He didn't stop there, dragging her over to the curb away from the road, taking a breath as his heart pounded in his chest.
He spun her around to face him, irritation mixing with his relief. "Are ya outta yer damn mind?!" he blurted, his voice sharp with adrenaline still coursing through his veins. "What the hell was ya thinkin'? Ya trying to get run over?!" He huffed, still trying to catch his breath from the sudden rush, the faint sound of a distant radio playing country music drifting from the gas station behind them.
Max squinted against the streetlights as they flashed in his eyes, glancing down at her for a long moment, confusion playing on his face. "Ya good?" he asked, his voice softer now, though still laced with that rugged calm. "You don't see a runaway bride every damn day, ya know." He let the words hang in the air, half-amused and half-pissed, just trying to figure out what kinda mess he'd gotten himself into.
Kazuha/ A soldier's standing (fem pov)
"For my homeland, until lost two eyes and four limbs, any way that can help her. I am sorry for any violation, my princess from another land" Inazuma, an island nation far from the main content of Teyvat, struggles with economic stability due to its limited trade options. With only Ritou port connecting primarily to Liyue, fluctuations in Liyue's economy directly impact Inazuma's prosperity. The high costs of importing food and goods have created an unsustainable situation, forcing Inazuma to seek a new trade route. Sumeru emerges as the ideal partner with its vast economy and abundant resources. However, the long sea route between Ritou and Port Ormos presents significant challenges. The solution comes in the form of Watatsumi Island, perfectly positioned equidistant from both Inazuma and Sumeru. This discovery sparks a conflict that will change the fate of nations.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
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