Can't sleep ever, welcome to the club

Apollo got a chance to change the past, as he woke up, he wasn't in his chambers, but in a field of Dandelions and others plants until he look up and saw his dead lover..... Hyacinthus.... The man he so dearly loved is standing in front of him, What will happen? Will the accident repeat or can Apollo change it?

Apollo and Hyacinthos were lovers in ancient greek times. This is a fanfiction about the story of Apollo and Hyacinthos, but no deaths this time cus I don't want to cry while writing my first fic. 💀💀 (This is also my first fanfic on here and my first fanfic ever so pls tell me what u think!) The art on the cover was drawn by me on paper.

Nico di Angelo and Percy Jackson High School AU. (Completed) cover cred to viria on tumblr I suck at descriptions but I've gotten good reviews so I guess I'm kind of good? Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or the series. I wish I did but I don't.

[BxB] [spicy] [indianmc] "Kiss me properly," he demands. "I don't want to!" I snap, "I want to touch your hair!" I really did like his gold hair. Maybe I was in love with his conditioner. Was there a sexuality for that? He just looks confused. "Oh...okay." He tilts his head down for me. I touch it again, then let go and look away. "What?" he says. I'm not sure what to say to him, except that I want to exchange saliva with him again, but I don't want to ask for it since he looks amused and like he'll make fun of me. "Want to touch my arms again too?" he offers. "You're stupid. That's stupid. No I don't." Yes I do. ~~~ Indra never asked for a stepdad, much less a churchgoing one. But now he's stuck spending every Sunday pretending to enjoy it while his mom smiles politely and Patrick tries to get the new pastor to join their fantasy football league. Enter: Jaron Ashcomb - the pastor's son. Golden-haired, polite, painfully perfect. The kind of guy who makes friends instantly and doesn't laugh when Indra says "Asscomb" out loud. Indra's just trying to survive awkward mingling, dodge emotional vulnerability, and maybe finish a decent drawing without someone confiscating his pen. Too bad Jaron smells like expensive soap and looks like the sketchbook crush Indra definitely isn't allowed to have. Updates every Friday at 8 PM PDT :)

Just an angsty, smutty, fluffy Percico fanfic. [For legal reasons, they're not minors in this book. Let's say late teens, 18-19, to early 20s, 20-23.] Please do not comment punctuation/grammar/etc mistakes. This book is not yet edited. Plus, there aren't that many anyways. Thanks for your consideration! Cover art credits: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fpercicodabomb%2Fposts&psig=AOvVaw2G8QXJcO83nksouvK4m5qE&ust=1646262465186000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CAwQjhxqFwoTCICq696DpvYCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAO Cover(s) made by me. Please see inside note (first chapter at the very top) before reading. It includes the content warning for this book. Thanks!

Arven never thought that he would ever be dating a boy, let alone the popular class clown, Alex. But as things progress, he realises that maybe, just maybe, he has a shot at this. Can Arven win over the cocky, clumsy, absolutely beautiful idiot? Or does he succumb to his insecurities and anxiety? Read more to find out! [Warning: strong language and cursing, mentions of anxiety, bullying, and homophobic people.]