θৎ KUSURIURI OF RI.
A lonely waitress has no earthly idea of the terror she's about to face and the enigmatic stranger who's about to change her life.The thunderstorm cares none who it interrupts. Citizens flounder for cover, some using umbrellas, others scrambling to awnings. A gentleman uses his coat to cover him and his wife. But, the rainfall seeks revenge and pours down harder, hitting roofs like hailstones. They yelp as the marble-sized rain drops pummel their bodies.
Except for one young woman who cares as little as the rain. It soaks her uniform, yet she remains undisturbed. The restaurant is within walking distance of her residence and the storm is believed to torture the rest of the day. There’s no use, she thinks.
A kid slips and falls into a puddle, and she hears a muffled chuckle behind her.
Right on cue, she feels the abrupt absence of water upon her shoulders and head. An umbrella now shields her from the weather, and the man it's attached to is... interesting, to say the least.
The mysterious stranger murmurs, “Lovely weather we’re having, aren’t we, miss?”
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
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.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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