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Viktor és Kornél, két fiú, akik úgy vélik teljesen különböznek, holott jobban hasonlítanak, mint gondolnák. Viktor az a típusú kamasz, akinek csak addig érdekes valaki, míg megszerzi, utána búcsút int neki. Ilyen "áldozata" lesz Gábor is, aki önkezével akar véget vetni életenek. Kornél végignézte hogyan nyílik ki, majd hull a semmibe a fiatalabb fiú. Őrült düh kel életre benne, ���Dz�����út akar állni Viktoron. Úgy dönt, hogy elcsábítja, de végül semmi nem úgy alakul, mint eltervezte. Egy olyan fiúnak, mint Viktor, vannak érzései? Hazugsággal kicsalhatóak belőle? És mi lesz, ha Kornél végzett? Elégedettség, vagy örök bűntudat lesz a jussa? Viktor: Salazar Infinity Kornél: Ebisawa Asuya

*COMPLETED* (Y.O.L.O stands for: YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE) *** Carter Jones, the school nerd, and Killian Henderson, the reputated troublemaker, somehow end up getting detention together. "How about we make a bet?" Offered Killian, his pistachio-green eyes drilling into mine as a playful smile lingered on his lips. "A bet?" I gulped, intimidated by how close he was sitting next to me. He nodded and raised four fingers, the ones with the letters "Y.O.L.O" tattooed on them, wriggling them in front of me with his ever-so-confident grin. "Four dares, Jones, just you and me." And that's how it all started. *** Rankings: #fiction #featured #queer #gay #depression #bl #youngadult #featured #comedy #bisexual #manxman #teen fiction #boyxboy #bxb #LGBT #romance Cover designed by Holly Thurston

"Ethan." Aiden pauses. "I want you." He softly bites my ear. "I want to kiss you more than you will ever know." Trying to avoid the daily beatings of the school bully can be challenging. But what happens if the schools bully has a crush on you?

College AU, highest rank #1 in Captive Prince. Damen is a grad student newly accepted to Vere University, where the Dean is none other than The Regent -- uncle to Auguste le Roi, the man Damen grievously injured in a college wrestling match years previously. When Damen meets Auguste's younger brother--stone cold law-school student Laurent--on a Paris métro, chaos ensues.

" my patroclus. " First grade, that's when it all started. When the boy with the ridiculous name and messy, blond hair ran into another boy with a ridiculous name and tanned, ebony skin. They grew jointed at the hip, one was only seen with the other. Achilles loved running, he loved telling everyone about his day; Patroclus loved the way the stars looked at night, he loved laughing at Achilles' jokes. And both of them eventually grew into teenagers who learned how to lose and how to smile brighter than the sun. Achilles has kissed far too many people and Patroclus has learned about each and every one of them. Patroclus lays in his bed, talking about the future, and Achilles listens to every word. And one day, Achilles learns that he only needs to kiss one person. One day, Patroclus knows something certain about his future. / / a work based off of the iliad's achilles & patroclus, but no knowledge about any of the characters or plot is needed to read and/or understand it / /

Present Day AU. Sebastian is a BL novelist and Ciel is a new intern at Funtom Publishing. When their paths cross, sparks fly between them: Ciel wants revenge and Sebastian wants more of Ciel.

Like all other nights, Nico takes it hard. He breaks down every now and then with Jason supporting him. One night, Percy found out that Nico has been hurting lately, trying to run away from problems. He's determined to help the younger demigod but little does he know he's causing this "problem". On the process of running away, Nico meets a boy who looks like him but older. PERCICO.

Ari van der Gorz is a filthy rich, privileged white boy with no moral compass and a whole lot of sass. Sam Frederiksen is a Norwegian hottie who comes to London and pisses off the wrong vanity teen. Throw in a few rich and unreasonably attractive friends, the odd life-ruining secret, and a whole lot of scandal, and this is what you get. (STANDALONE - 1st book in the Sassy White Boys Trilogy)

Tomarry • • • Like a texting fic but through Tom Riddle's Diary

Mute, silent, and alone. That's how I feel most of the time. Mute, because I can't talk. I can't voice an opinion or cry out in pain or frustration. Silent, because nobody seems to care. It's like I'm not even noticeable when I walk in a room sometimes. Alone, because there's nobody for me. My friends end up ditching me, always. I don't want to feel like this, and a mysterious stranger seems to have the same thoughts about my emotions. Mute, heard, and happy. ||| I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS, ALL CREDITS TO RICK RIORDAN |||