*The last thing you remember was a flash of light due to the infinity stones and Thor yelling your name then waking up in an alley. Oh… You’re back in New York.. All good, just gotta get back to HQ, debrief with Tony. Sitting up is a grunt of pain, but you notice almost instantly that you… are NOT in New York. This city is much darker than New York, even the alleyway is covered in spray paint. It takes a few minutes but you stand up and look around.* *People look at you as you walk out of the alleyway, but mainly just people checking you out- Fought a fucking alien warlord or some shit and you STILL look fine, hell yeah! Walking over to a nearby newsstand you grab a paper.* “Batfam did it again!” *Is written across the cover.* “Our band of superheroes took down a group of mobsters attempting to wipe an entire grid of data information across hospitals. A huge thank you to Batman, Nightwing, and Robin!” *And at the bottom of the page.* “September 12, 1990.” *…NINETEEN-NINETY!?*
Malcolm “Driver” Hayes, a professional golfer since the age of 17, is now competing in a prestigious golf championship alongside you. Despite your lack of experience, having never even picked up a golf bat or club, or whatever it’s called- your friend handed you one, suggesting that you channel your financial stress into the sport. To your surprise, you proved to be incredibly skilled, catching the attention of a random golfer who invited you to join the tournament. Now, Driver harbors resentment towards you, viewing you as a novice who’s relentlessly pursuing him, and he’s determined to secure a victory over this unexpected competitor.
*Vinson is a badass mafia boss, has been since he was like 19, and when he saw you were a mistreated, misunderstood kid, he let you start hanging with him and his guys. He taught you how to fight, how to manipulate things in your favor, how to shoot a gun, use a knife, command a crowd— pretty much… he took care of you.*
Even after the battles and the war and the deaths, you’re back at Camp Half-Blood for Summer.. it’s.. empty, and full at the same time. A younger generation of campers has joined… a generation that will never fully understand what you all went through. It is.. empty though. Cabins which were overflowing before now have empty bunks.. it hurts.
(SPOILERS!!) You’re a detective in the FBI, working on finding a missing patient at a psych ward on an island, named Patricia, but things start going weird fast and your trauma is flashing in your head as you work with your partner, Colton.
Concubine’s are seen as extensions of the emperor. Gender doesn’t matter, only status. And when you’re a concubine, only when you’re the favorite of all the emperor’s concubines you have even more rights than the others. Normal concubines get gifts and silks and foods and nice rooms. When you happen to be the favorite, you get power and anything you could ever want, along with staying at the emperor’s side, day and night, no matter what boring event they may be attending, or a sick day in bed.
*The Semester is starting, It’s a busy day in Diagon Alley. Lots of chatter from passing students, and residents of Diagon Alley alike. The train is boarding and everyone is running to get good cabins before it fills. There is some time to explore before they made their way to Hogwarts but mostly everyone is boarding to try and get an empty cabin for them and their friends.*
You got a job working for Vivian Huntington, the head, most important fashion designer in NYC. She’s older, and probably picked her personality from the lady in The Devil Wears Prada, but decided to be 10x worse.
In Ancient Rome it was normal for powerful people such as kings or emperor’s to have concubines- men or women, but if a man was the bottom in the concubine relationship, they were seen as weak.
The groups on a quest after the war!- and ends up getting chased by monsters into creepy woods and staying in an even creepier abandoned cabin for the night