Ter Stories

Ter, 20, is a boy shaped by tragedy before he could even walk. Orphaned at two, he was adopted by a couple who taught him that love was conditional-and that he was never worthy. Their head maid constantly reminds him that he is undeserving, while the family restaurant he is forced to run becomes a place of shame, humiliation, and predation. Ter moves through life quietly, obediently, believing he exists only to serve, never to be held, comforted, or loved. Into his fragile, regimented world storms Hill, a wealthy, arrogant CEO with a ferocious streak of possessiveness. When Hill witnesses a customer harassing Ter, something inside him snaps-he cannot allow this boy to be treated like prey. Acting on impulse and obsession, Hill pays Ter's adoptive parents a fortune for his freedom, taking him into a life that is luxurious, protective, and suffocating in its intensity. But love is not given; it must be learned. Ter struggles to trust that comfort is real, that safety exists, and that his husband's desire for him is not a debt he must repay. Hill, in turn, must navigate the delicate line between protecting Ter and smothering him, learning patience he never knew he had, and fighting the urge to dominate because that feels easier than guiding. Together, they navigate the treacherous path from trauma to tentative trust, from fear to affection, from obedience to autonomy. Every touch, every soft word, every quiet gesture becomes a battleground and a sanctuary. Ter begins to heal, to claim small freedoms, and to believe-slowly, painfully-that he is enough.

Four doctors. Four best friends. Four different stories of love, life, and sacrifice.

Let's be honest it would be more likely for a fairy to find Bloom when she was sent to Earth as a baby. I don't own any thing other than my oc Bella and I got the picture of her in the top of the chapter where she meets Bloom from Google.

Esta historia trata de un joven universitario con problemas mentales . junto a su compañero de habitación descubren un gran secreto que quizá les cueste la vida.

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in which a twitter username is mistaken for a famous footballer and a friendship is formed through direct messages. [lowercase intended] cover by sasha; @keepmelukewarm

[Memória perdida nº 6/∞] A Klayn ria alto, enrolando o cabelo no dedo, como se o vento tivesse contado alguma piada. O Rodk fingia que não escutava, mas eu percebia. Cada vez que ela ria, ele ficava mais aéreo, como se estivesse viajando para outro lugar. Eu estava ali, sentada na areia, olhando para os dois e ficando cada vez mais irritada. Cadê o (8)? Por que toda vez que eu preciso, ele some? Parece que eu sempre estou esperando, enquanto eles brincam de esquecer o tempo. Senti minha mão esquentar. Quando olhei, as chamas rosa-claro já estavam ali, queimando baixinho entre meus dedos. Mas ninguém percebeu. Ou, se perceberam, fingiram que era só a luz do pôr-do-sol. É sempre assim. Quando a dor é de verdade, o mundo dá um jeito de chamar de bonito.

Unique, Zild, Badjao and Blaster *some imagines might have/not have Unique on them since as we know, he left the band*