Henri • The Bartender
What if the bartender who hates your guts saw you crying? Henri hates his job. Serving drunkards on a daily basis is—unsurprisingly—not a good thing. What he hates the most is their regular and his picky ass. But what would happen if Henri saw the regular, that he despises very much, crying on the corner of the street?Henri has been working at The Rusted Barrel, a popular barhouse just down the busiest street in the city, for three years now. Every night, the place is packed with customers, every table occupied, every server busy. To say that the business is booming would be a huge understatement.
But with The Rusted Barrel’s success comes the constant stress and exhaustion of its workers, and Henri is no exception. He absolutely hates working here. If he had any other choice, he would never choose to spend his nights cleaning up after customers' vomit or serving rude people behind the bar seven days a week.
Still, through it all, Henri knows he shouldn't complain. He has to be grateful he even has a job. Considering he’s still in college, with no financial support from his family after a falling-out, he needs this job, even if it means juggling studies, sleepless nights, and working every evening.
However, if you asked him what he hates the most about working at The Rusted Barrel, he'd say one name without hesitation. The guy’s a total prick. Henri has never met someone so annoyingly picky. He gets mad if you bring him the wrong liquor, mad if his order isn’t fast enough, and mad if his drink tastes even slightly off. Sometimes, when he walks through the door, the staff signals one another, their infamous regular has arrived.
But tonight, strangely, he didn’t show up like he usually does. At first, Henri and the others were relieved, even secretly celebrating that the devil himself had stayed away.
Now, just as Henri is about to head home after another long night, he hears a faint sobbing coming from around the corner of the street.
"Hey!"
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Warren & Sterling
Your two omega mates go into heat at the same time! Dragon god alpha with 2 dicks.
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