(Cover art by me.) This is just a little fanfiction of by far one of my favourite ships! I apologize- In this story the start is quite simple, everything is rather normal, nothing out of the ordinary. But, y'know 'stuff' happens and the shipping commences. That's it. Nothing more. Disappointed huh? Important: Updates are pretty random and take quite a while!

Growing up, learning everything that comes along with it, including the varying perspectives in life, death and everything in between. A story told by two boys trying to figure out their fleeting youth, in a coming-of-age story of their own. Copyright © 2016 Zen. All Rights Reserved.

Francis. Ryan. Fryan. The most self indulgent thing ever. (No actual adventures - only a bunch of college fools with communication problems.)

What are we without flesh and blood? Are we nothing but a beating heart in a ribcage, a marching soul inevitably leading to our demise? Or are we here as a test of loyalty to our God, a God we do not know but must trust? And without this trust, we will be punished indefinitely for questioning his divinity. And what is a sheep without his shepherd? Without God, are we nothing but sheep led astray? How will we be guided to the light without a shepherd on earth? Should we trust our shepherd to tell us the truth? Or will we be covered in the blood of the lamb? A shepherd with blood on his hands could infect his flock with poison. And with this poison, he has control. And to Luke, this poison is all he knows. His seventeen years of life have been devoted to nothing else but God. He wakes up, goes to school or church, and sleeps; rinse and repeat. There is no place or time for anything else in his life, such as television, going out with friends, or discovering new hobbies. His father, Pastor Ivy, ensures this. His life purpose will be to serve the Lord and nothing else. A purpose that Luke believes is the right way. What else would there be to life? He hadn't questioned this until he met Gabriel, a man who was the complete opposite of him. A man who was strong in his sense of self. A man who didn't bow to anyone or anything and stood firm in his beliefs in The Church of Satan. A man who Luke feared. But also a man who felt like home to him.

AN ABUNDANCE OF GAY AND SPACE METAPHORS.

"L-listen... I know, I-" he started, his voice sounding heavy and muffled from the tears that were starting to form. "I'm upset, too. W-we can forget-" I stopped his words by shoving him against the wall and kissing the heck out of his lips. I couldn't stop, I didn't care about it being disgusting -- because it didn't feel that way, it didn't feel wrong, and no one was there to tell me it was. (LGBT themes).

crush my softly ― i am delicate.

*WATTPAD FEATURED STORY* Kevin is desperately in love with his best friend, Damon. He knows that it's hopeless, but he perseveres anyway. Abel is in love with the color periwinkle, and the taste of cookie dough ice cream. Kevin seems to embody both, which piques his interest. *** Highest Ranking: #276 in Romance WARNING: This story is sort of a mess. Don't get me wrong, it's got a lot of good points, but if occasionally irrational characters aren't your thing, turn back here! ~AJ

It's hard to believe that a boy who didn't believe in love and a boy who didn't believe he could love himself would have much to learn from each other. But it would turn out that way, of course; with everything to gain and even more to lose. As it turned out, both Liam and Jamie needed to learn not to trust the dim lights and neon nights. This is a backwards love story.

Corey is searching for the meaning of beauty. Dorian finds it in everything. [Posted: May 2019]