Poems and short stories with fictional gay westerners being beautiful and gay Smut and stuff on some

People at Nockfell high have rumored that Travis Phelps was a homo, a fag. When A beating goes too far and a young mind breaks down in a unfair world, nobody could help him... Or so he thought. (all characters are owned by the portable moose company, credits to artist on first page, I do not know who you are but this is amazing artwork, and I do not claim it as my own.)

"𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕" - Haruichi Furudate Emerson Scott and Robyn Hook had been childhood friends, being the literal dictionary definition of friendship. Their friendship was extraordinarily concrete and everyone else knew how close they were. They were so close in fact, that they'd do the usual best friend activities such as hold hands, cuddle, and even kiss each other on the cheek. But like, no homo, right? What happens when the 'b' in bromance starts to slowly fade away, and the fine line between romantic and platonic becomes blurred? •progress• ongoing• •fewer, but lengthy chapters•slower updates•

I saw him one day from my bedroom window. And I couldn't stop looking at him. I didn't know why. This is a VERY short story. That's the plan. Just a brief break from my main books. Some fluff and some graphic/sexual scenes, because that's how I roll. Don't read if it's not your thing.

Short book. Kinda silly. Aspen, the prince of Gavaria, has been assigned a guard to protect him while his father is away at war. Aspen believes this is unnecessary because he thinks he can handle himself, but once he meets his new guard, Nathan, he has a change of heart. BL (boyxboy) (Warning: story includes smut scenes and homophobia)

Al, an alien disguised as a human astronaut, is sent on a mission in space to eliminate the humans coming to his planet. But what happens when he "befriends" an astronaut that he was supposed to kill? A story based on the game "Among Us" This is my original story. Please don't steal any parts of my book and call it your own. Copyright is a crime. Update: yikes, I reread this today. Proud to say that I improved in my writing (I hope). But I'm glad y'all enjoyed it:)

Minerva McGonagall goes to check on little Harry Potter and finds that all is not as it should be. She steps in and makes a choice that will change everything for the boy who lived. And it just may change the course of history for the wizarding world as well.

While messing around with a time turner, Harry and Draco find themselves being sent back in time. Back to 1977, and back to the same time when the Marauders were in their seventh year of Hogwarts. *THIS IS AN ABANDONED WORK. I AM SORRY! READ WITH CAUTION*

Keegan is a boy who loves affection. He's usually quite peppy and excitable, but everything in life has turned against him. He ends up locking away his emotions and making himself distant from the world, trying to avoid further suffering. He's left a shell of his former self, struggling to get through life. He decides to take time away from his abusive life by going on a week long school trip to collect his thoughts. He is placed in situations he couldn't have imagined. Theo is a laid back jock. He can come off as aggressive and bossy, usually around his friends, though he has a heart and can be quite kind. His life is hectic and full of annoying people. His parents are inconsiderate, his friends are clingy and loud, and the rest of the school sucks up to him, which he doesn't received well. He just wants to be left alone. After deceiving his clingy friends he snuck away on the school trip, hoping he could finally get some peace and quiet. This trip would hold some surprises for him, and maybe even change his life. What future will await these two? Are they destined for greatness, or despair?

(Cover art is not mine) [Slow-ish updates] Hidden Everything was hidden. Not just the closeted, abused boy, Travis Phelps, but a so much more terrifying thing no one should ever have found. Things of such horror that will send this broken boy far from what was his: his comfort, his home, his life source. If only he could find his way back home. TW: Like any of my other stories. . . literally all the triggers. Enter with caution.