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  • Love in a Minor Key by sallllll77va
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    William has built his life around discipline and distance. An orphan with no room for mistakes, he believes his future depends on stability, not dreams. Growing up in an orphanage shaped his quiet personality and taught him to focus only on what he can control. Love was never something William thought he could afford. While others spoke easily about feelings and futures, he measured his life in effort, survival, and the uncertain path toward a better future. To him, relationships belonged to people who already had something to stand on-not someone still trying to build himself from nothing. But when new friendships begin to form at school-through music, shared routines, and unexpected encounters-William slowly finds himself surrounded by people who start changing the rhythm of his ordinary life. Est is different. Soft-spoken and striking in his own way, he carries a nervous courage that draws attention without demanding it. As Est quietly works his way into William's life, William finds himself confronting feelings he's spent years avoiding-and questioning beliefs he once thought were unshakable.
  • Tangled Love! by parekh07
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    It was never their choice. Their families decided it for them- same condo, same life, same space. Est lives by control, silence, and order. William breaks every rule just by existing. They clash. They fight. They push each other away. But under the same roof... even hate begins to sound a little too much like something else
  • Fake Chaos!!! by parekh07
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    Est Supha is the "Steel CEO"-cold, controlled, and perfectly predictable. William is his shadow, the manager who handles his life so Est doesn't have to feel it. But when an arranged marriage to the insufferable Ella looms, Est's control snaps. He tells a desperate lie: "I'm already seeing someone." To save the firm, William must step out of the shadows and into the role of fake boyfriend. It was supposed to be a contract, a temporary mess. But as the lines between professional and personal bleed, Est realizes that William doesn't just manage his schedule. He manages his heart.
  • The Fall of heaven  by angel-deep
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    He fell from the sky. Into the wrong hands. Now the devil who caught him won't let him leave- no matter what it costs. Don't hate me for writing this ghost ship story , It's completely fictional and based on my imagination, it has nothing to do with reality , also I'm a bts fan and a westie also so please don't write hate comments I will look forward to see your comments on this so please do your opinions .
  • fated hearts.🩶 by stvrxkai
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    a nuthong fanfic. . . . . The Universe Has a Shit Sense of Humor. - Hongshi
  • Once In A Blue Moon by Wesluu
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    William and Est-two alphas at Bangkok University-are bound by an accidental encounter neither of them planned or wanted. When an impossible pregnancy forces them into each other's lives, they must navigate resentment, desire, and a bond the omegaverse was never meant to allow.
  • LOVE ECHO by parekh07
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    Some people believe love is loud. Confessions. Fireworks. Chaos. But sometimes... love is quiet. A 21 year old music major who doesn't believe in love. A 25 year old kindergarten teacher who believes in it - but not for himself. Between morning drop-offs, soft melodies, messy paint, and tiny hands holding onto big ones... something begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Just slow. From denial... to forever.