[BxB] Waking up next to someone after having a little too much to drink was no new, riveting story in this day and age. Waking up next to another boy, when you were also a boy, was a little more interesting, but still nothing to write home about. But waking up in Nico Beckett's sheets? To Wesley, it was a nightmare come to life. ~~~ Wesley Dillon's life was uneventful, and frankly, he liked it that way. He didn't get into trouble, he kept his grades up, he played it safe. He never did anything to rock the boat he was floating in, the calm waters of his lake left undisturbed. Now starting his last year in high school, Wes was content to continue living his life as he always has - but sometimes, and only sometimes, he caught himself wishing that something could make ripples in his tiny world. What he wasn't ready for were the waves that were Nico Beckett - a troublemaker, womaniser, and an incredibly popular boy at his school. He was everything Wes was not. Nico was the type of guy that Wes never wanted to associate with, but after waking up in his arms with panic in his chest and pains everywhere else, he realised that his life was going to get much, much more complicated. It took him everything to try not to drown as the waves pulled him further and further down. But, somewhere along the way, he wasn't sure that drowning was actually a bad thing. ~~~ #1 in romance (29/09/19) #1 in LGBT (07/09/2019) #1 in bxb (07/09/2019) #1 in boyxboy (08/09/2019) #1 in gay (11/09/2019) #1 in highschool (29/09/19) #1 in school (17/10/19) #1 in comingofage (01/10/19) #1 in slowburn (02/10/19) #1 in BL (04/10/19) #1 in lovetriangle (05/10/19) #1 in family (31/10/19) #1 in comingoutofthecloset (08/01/20) #1 in writtenwithpride (19/06/21) #4 in love (07/03/21)

*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385

For the Monarchy of Sweden, Coronation Day is approaching faster than their prince had hoped. Being the only heir to the throne, Prince Seth feels immense pressure to fit the mold of the crown. With his mother ruling with an iron fist, he hopes to measure up somewhat to her expectations. On a day that is meant to be celebrated by the Prince, his birthday, he is met with dreadful nightmares that leave him feeling unnerved. Nightmares of a tall man who resembles himself with unsettling green eyes. Nightmares of himself wielding an unfathomably powerful magic, something that would put the strongest warlocks outside of the kingdom to shame. Nightmares of him standing over thousands of his subjects' bodies, without a hint of remorse in his black, dead eyes. The fear of becoming mad overtook him as these nightmares became visions, and these visions became hallucinations. As he descends deeper into insanity, he turns to the Queen, his mother for help, which only drives him further into aberration. Finding himself deep in the woods where no human is permitted to be, he begs God to stop punishing him, apologizing for whatever Sins he has committed against him. Instead, he finds himself face-to-face with a warlock with eyes similar to the man's from his nightmares. 10/2/24: Editing in progress

Every Tuesday during football practice, sixteen year old Sem Bolton finds himself stealing glances at the gorgeous college boy jogging down the path next to the fields. He was his dirty little secret. His guilty pleasure. His unobtainable fantasy: safe and distant on the other side of the chainlink fence. Then, through a series of unpleasant events including being forced on a camping trip, it turns out his unobtainable fantasy is not so unobtainable after all. Not only is gorgeous college boy gay as well, he also wants to date Sem. Now, Sem was never one to play it safe. But outing himself was in a whole different league than testing his mother's patience or taking hits in the boxing ring. Was he really ready to date a guy, all consequences included? As if internal struggles weren't enough, count on girls, friends, and an estranged brother, to complicate stuff even further. Photo on the cover by: https://unsplash.com/@nickkarvounis

Louis Stan has always been an outcast. There is no denying that the walls he has put up between himself and other people are the cause of this but being gay hasn't helped either. However, being an outsider isn't his only problem. Louis has always tried to see the light, even in the darkest times, but with each passing day, it gets harder. He becomes more closed off, not letting the light reach him. But sometimes a voice is all we need to hear. As the soft voice of a caring boy slips through his bedroom wall, Louis finds himself seeing little bits of that light again. But with it, Louis notices the darkness from the past, that he tried to move on from, starts to become illuminated. Will this mystery boy help Louis bring down his walls, or will the past continue to haunt him?

WARNINGS: Strong language, violence, sexual reference. This is a M/M fic. - GASOLINA 2 IS COMING!!! - Lance is a mechanic, working at the Castle Garage. Keith is a tattoo artist by day, and up-and-coming drag racer 'Leo' by night - under the tutelage of the famous 'White Stripe'. When Keith finds his bike in need of a little TLC, he goes to the closest garage - Castle. The moment Lance sees the rugged, tattooed racer, he knows he needs to become his friend. Will the cold-hearted Keith drag Lance into the seedy underworld of illegal motorcycle racing, or will the genuine Lance show Keith that there is more to life than bikes and infamy? *G A S O L I N A*

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

James Lancaster is the son of the famous Gabriel and Luke Lancaster. He's known for his perfect grades, handsome looks, popularity and beautiful girlfriend. That was until the incident. A victim to police brutality, his life begins to crumble down in front of him. His grades drop, he loses his girlfriend, some of his friends... everything in general. The world is fighting against him and sometimes, it felt like just giving up altogether with the PTSD he was experiencing. Avery, his bestfriend, seems to be the only one to make him feel safe. He always did. **Sequel to my book Sin*** TW: This is a mature book. It includes BDSM, Murder, violence, and other aspects that were not in Sin. Please read on your own accord. RATED R

WARNING: this book is about PTSD. Percy is blamed for what happens in the last battle. The deaths of the seven, Nico, Reyna, camp. All of them gone. even Annabeth, who had survived torture in hell with him. As punishment, He is cursed with a type of immortality. He can only die when they feel he has repaid his crimes. The gods send him back in time to live out the past. Take the slow road. Percy disowns his name. Going only by the first part of his last name..Jack. Centuries pass and he becomes known as Jack Frost. Now, time has finally brought him back to where he belongs. A year where all his friends and family are alive..and he's nowhere near them. To distract himself from the pain, he takes a teaching job..at Hogwarts.

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.