It all started with a simple question: "If you could do it again... Would you? If you knew that things were going to end this way... Would you still do all of it again? Or would you run from it? Save yourself?" Such a simple question, though maybe not so simple. For when a question like that was asked... A curse was born. The story follows eighteen-year-old Nicholas Fraiser, or just Nicki for short, who moved to America from England when he was about fourteen years old. After moving around a lot because of his family's work, Nicki finally settled in a town called Phanta, where he will be finishing out his senior year. Phanta is a beautiful seaside town, surrounded by the ocean, though a silhouette of an island can very faintly be seen out in the distance. This island holds many secrets and tragedies that Nicki will soon be aware of. Tragedies he may have at one point been a part of. There's something more to Nicki than he realizes. Little does he know, moving to Phanta and meeting three girls was just another step of setting history repeating back in motion. Though... This was set in stone from the very beginning-- from the moment Nicki was born into this world. A path was already laid out in front of him. "You've fought long and hard. I think it's high time you rest. You deserve to. I know you're tired."

A collection of BL. Fluff, angst, smut, all of the above. Edit: Please don't vent in the comments of the stories. Wattpad is an unfit place for trauma dumping and venting. I wish every one of you the best, but writing graphic and intense comments is not acceptable and can make many people uncomfortable. These stories are meant to comfort everyone, and these comments can hinder some from experiencing this comfort. If comments get too intense, then I will be deleting them, which includes deleting older ones. Ao3 account: Sinning_Sinister Tumblr account: sinningsinister

Neither you nor Poseidon fully understand, or want to understand, your feelings for each other. Your playful flirting suddenly feels too real. You find yourself wanting to be the one next to the other instead of anyone else. Zeus thinks you two should just fuck... Maybe he's right? There's only one way to find out. ──────📸────── Art used for the cover was made by Neal Illustrator

idk read and find out

This is merely a draft! Updates should come (totally) early. [might not post, high possibility lmao] Odysseus loses the love of his life, his wife, Penelope. Telemachus, who is now all grown up; goes on his own adventure, to become legendary (lmao see what I did there? no? ok I'll shut up) this is not abt Telemachus 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Odyseidon AU created by yours truly, chapter 0.5 will give you more information

Alexander after the battle of Yorktown fell to the ocean and got magically washed up to Ithaca where he meets~ Odysseus, will their love prevail? or will it just end up in heartbreak? - lots of angst 🔥 - some fluff - has a happy ending or maybe we will see 😈 A crack ship that was born because of that one tiktok edit I saw where Odysseus was singing Love in paradise to Alex iykyk 😭🤝

La noche en la que Taylor Williams se acercó a ese laboratorio coincidió con el día en el que Jason Gilbert desapareció en las profundidades del lago que lo rodeaba; pero la fecha estaba mal, había una diferencia de más de treinta años entre ambos sucesos. Lo que Taylor encontró podría ser el descubrimiento del siglo, o bueno, quizá sólo un drogadicto más. El pasado es gay y el futuro gluten free. Bienvenidos al condado Mariposa, esto es 1986. "-¡No entiendo nada de lo que dices!- El chico que Taylor había salvado parecía estar apunto de tener un ataque de nervios. -¡¿Este periódico es real?! -preguntó el rubio mientras veía asustado alrededor, esto era imposible-. ¿Esa es la fecha de hoy? -Es real, sí. 1 de agosto de 1986 -dijo confundido- ¿Cuál es el problema? -¡¿1986?! Escucha, tienes que ayudarme. Sé que suena loco pero no pertenezco aquí. Yo -respiró profundamente-, vengo del futuro. -Te diste un fuerte golpe. -¡Todo lo que digo es verdad! -Lo tomó de los hombros acercándose a él-. ¡Tienes que creerme! Te lo suplico, por favor. -Te creo -declaró para tranquilizarlo. Mierda, Taylor había dejado entrar a un lunático en su casa".