bl story | completed austin & ellis

It wasn't hate at first sight. It was worse. It was a soul-deep loathing. ‎He knew exactly how to push my buttons, and I lived to push him right back. We were never supposed to cross the line. ‎‎ ‎"Take me back, baby. Please." ‎ ‎Now the tables have turned. The arrogant bastard who swore he'd never bow is on his knees, begging. ‎ ‎"I can't live without you anymore, Troy." ‎Turns out, the only thing worse than loathing your enemy is loving them. ‎

The labyrinth of life was designed to test us, to lose us even. Yet, in its most confounding passages, I found him . . . again. "I'm never letting you go again," his voice dropped to a barely audible rasp. "Try me and you'll see how crazy I can go because losing you once was hell and I'm not strong enough to survive twice, Isaac."

bl 🌷 For the students of Santevarde University, college life is never complete without hearing Edward Lincoln Cadiente's voice. As the campus public announcer, Elco must pronounce every words with clarity, precision, and at least a touch of wit. And that's exactly why everyone knows Elco. His smooth delivery, clever remarks, and effortless charm have made him impossible to ignore. All that he can ever wish for, a stable position, a bunch of fans, and a number of admirers. Elco seem to have it all, but when one mistake quickly triggers his anger issues, everything else collapses. That's when Gavion Hartley's name starts getting under Elco's curses. The well-known basketball varsity player of the campus. A great heavy-drinker that loves to party more than anybody else. Because of his attractiveness and athletic appeal, he always manages to get unnecessary troubles from women. If Elco plans to get even with Gav, he's got to work with more determination, because getting revenge was supposed to be easy. Falling for the enemy definitely wasn't part of the plan.

Mac-Mac and Christian

what has been, should have been.

Each crash, each pull, each rise and fall only brings me closer to where I wanna be... to you my storm.

Might not. Probably won't. Maybe never. Unlikely. Doubtful. Despite being everything he could have been, Elize constantly settled in the dark, lurking with the impossibles and uncertainties. He believed that he would grow up and take the path of life in a single route with one straight line; no turns, no shortcuts. Perhaps it was because his one and only flesh and blood prompted him to think that if he didn't act like how he was made and how he was supposed to be, he would never reach the light at the end of the tunnel, or never reach his dreams, never be accepted, never be treated seriously...never be loved. The word "Always" was never in Elize's vocabulary-an exception with always doubting, always trying, always...just dreaming. But never the good kind of "Always". Then he tasted it, the bittersweet sensation in his tongue when his mother left him to work abroad. Elize then started to thrive, meet new friends, socialize, be a human...fall in love. For the first time, Elize felt free, felt genuine, felt...guilty? Guilty...was it because he felt glad his mother left, or because he met someone that made him start to feel the Always' in his Nevers? Regardless, he dedicated his whole life in chasing that assurance in his world of doubts, and he simply could not back out now. But when good things come to an end, the choice is yours if you want to let it go, or fight for it. If you choose the latter, make sure to draw blood and fight until you're dead. Just like Elize did.

SUPERFICIAL THINGS Trivial drama. Stupid games. Petty deals. 
Things Fiel never imagined he'd be dragged into, especially not after finally making it to college. He had only two priorities: school and family. That was the plan. But within the first few weeks, reality hit harder than he expected. Overwhelmed and cornered, he found himself making a deal he never thought he'd consider; with none other than the school's infamous heartbreaker. Karson Icarus Silverio. A name that screamed wealth, charm, and trouble. All Karson wanted was to win over Fiel's best friend. And Fiel? He just wanted the cash. Becoming a reluctant wingman felt like a small price to pay...at first. But as the days blurred and boundaries thinned, Fiel began to realize something unsettling: nothing was going according to plan. And maybe, there was more between him and Silverio than either of them cared to admit. Questions started to race in his head. How long could they keep pretending? 
And when would they admit that these weren't just superficial things anymore? Nonetheless, when a pill is begging to be swallowed, it would be difficult to deny it. Not when it keeps you up until dawn.

Ciel keeps his world muted, careful not to let anyone see the colors he hides beneath. Not until Cyan brings a quiet light that spills like color across Ciel's hidden corners- soft, impossible to ignore, slowly painting the shades he had tried to keep in shadow. Through shared glances, hesitant trust, and the unspoken understanding that grows between them, they find themselves drawn closer. But what happens when being seen feels just as terrifying as being hidden?