"Every time I see you with someone else, it drives me insane." "What's it to you? Who do you think you are, Rowoon?" "You are mine, Ahn Hyo-seop, and I won't hesitate to make anyone who approaches you disappear." -- Rowoon, despite having a girlfriend, is obsessed with Ahn Hyo-seop, the new student at school, who is also the brother of his girlfriend. A love story: longing, loss, and a love that never lets go. Rowoon × Ahn Hyo-seop [ BL ] 🔞 @Top - Rowoon @Bottom - Ahn Hyo-seop ••• All pictures are courtesy of their original owners.

A story where Jo Yeong, A Captain of the Royal Guard of the Kingdom of Korea, and childhood friend of Lee Gon. Also known for his "blank" expression. Is actually all soft, whiny, and cute on the inside. Will the King, Lee gon. Who has lots of responsibilities...Notice the real Jo Yeong? If he actually does, will things change? Or will they stay the same? ------------------------------- 🎉COMPLETED🎉 ------------------------------- (This story does not contain parallel worlds, The story places itself on the Kingdom of Korea) I DON'T OWN CHARACTERS, PLACE, OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY. THIS IS JUST FOR FUN.

Sometimes you can't let go of what is making you sad because it is the only thing making you happy. ✨ WARNINGS: PHYSICAL/MENTAL ABUSE, MENTIONS OF DRINKING, DEPRESSING THOUGHTS ✨ This story is about abuse and I'm putting in manipulation and mind games as these things do occur in abusive relationships. Not a fluff story, but there is some fluff parts/chapters ✨ DOMESTIC VIOLENCE HOTLINE: 1−800−799−7233

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

Louis had never wanted a relationship like this. Of course, he loved Harry - he loved the boy more than anything. And, at first, their relationship had been perfect. Harry was all gifts and hugs, small pecks on the lips, and amazing sex. But then, Harry had become possessive. Louis, at first, was flattered by how Harry wouldn't hesitate to but in when another bloke was talking to Louis, or how he would give someone a glare for eyeing Louis. Then it escalated. Louis didn't notice how bad it was getting until one night late at the club, when Harry had actually ended up knocking a guy out cold with a slam to the nose just for smacking Louis' bum. From there it only got worse. Harry deleted other guy's numbers from Louis' phone, forbade him from talking to some of his closest friends. Harry hadn't ever hurt Louis, he'd never do that. He was hardly ever allowed out of Harry's sight anymore. prompt credit to: http://larryomegleprompts.tumblr.com/ Trigger warnings for this story. Contains non con.

"His eyes are just like him." That's all kept revolving around Harry head after his visit at the orphanage. Cover by - @zarry_heart_jade Dedicated to - @BeKindNCourageous