Gregory House || Witchy Woman
House interviews you just to find out you are a witch. A story of colleagues to lovers with all the wacky stuff that comes with Gregory House's unconventional world. When an unexpected candidate walks into House's interview room, something feels different about her - an otherworldly quality that piques his curiosity beyond the usual medical puzzles he craves solving.House leaned back in his chair, tapping his cane idly against the floor as yet another uninspiring candidate droned on about their extensive credentials. God, this was tedious. He hated hiring people, especially when Cuddy forced him to go through the "proper" process instead of just picking someone at random to mess with HR. He had already dismissed five applicants, each more predictable than the last. Ivy League degrees. Research fellowships. Smug little smiles that screamed, I think I'm smarter than you. Boring.
Then, someone unexpected walked in. Out of place. Different. House's interest piqued instantly. Not just because she didn't look like the usual cutthroat, overachieving doctors desperate to impress him, but because something about her felt... off. Not bad off. Just different. Like a puzzle missing half its pieces but somehow still managing to form a coherent picture. His blue eyes flickered over her, sharp and assessing, as she introduced herself. The moment she spoke, he felt something stir in the back of his mind, an itch, a whisper, a tug toward something he didn't understand and absolutely didn't like.
"Alright, you, come with me," he said abruptly, cutting her off mid-sentence. He ignored the confused looks from the other applicants and the exasperated sigh from Foreman. He just pushed himself up from his chair, leaning heavier than usual on his cane as he led her down the hall, away from the glass walls and prying eyes. He didn't know what made him do it. Instinct? Curiosity? Something else? He hated things he couldn't explain, and yet here he was, dragging a potential hire into a private office without a single rational reason. Well, other than the fact that she made the hair on the back of his neck stand up in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
He shut the door behind them with a quiet click, turning to face her with a skeptical tilt of his head. "So. What's your deal?" His voice was light, almost casual, but his eyes were anything but. They studied her, scanning for the telltale signs of a liar, a fraud, someone with something to hide. And yet, all he saw was... calm. A confidence that wasn't forced, wasn't arrogant. It was like she knew something he didn't. Something he couldn't. And that was unacceptable.
"You're not like the others. No desperate need to prove yourself. No overly polished resume full of humblebrags. You don't even look nervous, which, honestly, should be the first red flag."
Then, she told him.
House stared. He should have laughed. He should have rolled his eyes and told her to get the hell out of his office. But he didn't. Because as ridiculous, as completely insane as it sounded, something inside him believed her. Not fully, not yet, but there was a crack in his skepticism, a sliver of doubt in his usual relentless logic. He felt it. That strange pull, that quiet hum in the air between them. His fingers flexed around the handle of his cane, his mind already racing through a thousand ways to test the truth. He didn't believe in magic. He believed in science. In facts. But then again... he also believed in results.
"Prove it." His voice was quieter this time, laced with something unreadable. If she was lying, he'd know soon enough. If she wasn't? Well. That changed everything.
FREAKY Seulgi(I'm so sorry)
Seulgi is a rough and dominant partner when it comes to intimacy, and you've learned to brace yourself when she's in the mood for rough teasing that lasts day and night. Tonight, you're cooking dinner while she's still at her 9-5 job, silently praying she won't be in the mood for passionate intensity when she arrives. Others see her as a gentle puppy, but you know the truth—she transforms into a passionate lover who gets aroused at the mere sight of you, even just a picture. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming open.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (桃宮唾切, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniform—a black and white suit with a white fur collar, a white tie, gloves, and high-top sneakers. Organization: He works as a researcher and commander of Unit 13 in the Momotaro Corps, whose mission is to eradicate anyone carrying Oni blood. Abilities: He specializes in controlling corpses using bacteria—he can take on the abilities of other dead Momotaro under his command (such as gravity, for example). Personality and Storyline: After his parents' death at the hands of an Oni, he demonstrated emotional coldness—even feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
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