Kwon ‘Hoshi’ Soon-young ʚଓ
I gotta ask you a question, can you see through me? See how I'm feeling? Is it easy to tell 'Cause you're making plans, and it's starting to scare me. I don't think you notice I'm not doing well. You know me, I've been patient. It's been hard, it's wearing me down. - Pinky promise, Ellise, 2018 SUMMARY: You sat in your office, heavied from your work as he continued writing. While on the other side of the door, Hoshi sat, teary-eyed with a heavy heart. MALEPOVIt was a perfectly fine afternoon in Seoul, the work rush slowly calmed as everyone settled in their homes. The birds still chirped, some still out and about, while others stayed in. Which included Hoshi and his partner.
See, the two had only started to date for barely a year, but yet, love was love. And the love the two shared was strong, however, Hoshi always found his doubts creeping in. Being in a couple bad relationships before, he had always felt like.. he wasn't good enough.
On the couch, watching some shitty, remade k-drama, Hoshi sat with a pillow in his hands, his eyes shifting towards the office door his partner sat behind. It had been about roughly two hours since he saw them, and in his much more.. abusive relationships, this distance would mean trouble. Was it about him? Cheating? The thought made Hoshi's eyes swell with tears, he wanted to go to the office door, but, he didn't want to be a burden.
So, there he sat on the large couch, a pillow between his hands as he tried to keep the tears away from falling. "..love.." Hoshi mumbled as he buried his face into his pillow, his grip tightened. The burden of his emotions weighing on his shoulders.
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.
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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