Comingofself Stories

When Tari's discovers his affinity for crossdressing, he must reconcile this side of him with the persona he puts on in the public.

Anaija is beginning to think that some things don't sound right to her. Being called 'her' and by her 'name' Although she doesn't quite know why. It just doesn't make sense to her. "it's just a name" "it shouldn't matter" "why do I care" are some thoughts the ping through and through in her head. Her name isn't Anaija. His name is...

He ran from power. From privilege. From the boy who promised to find him. Now, Yra walks the haunted streets of Starkovia-scorned by his family, shut out by society, and clinging to the bitter hope that Antoine still remembers who he used to be. But reunions aren't always kind. Old promises crumble. Love falters. And Yra, left shattered by rejection, finds himself drawn toward the castle on the cliffs, the one ruled by a reclusive vampire king said to devour the broken and desperate. He expected death. He found something stranger: kindness. Set in a gothic, fog-drenched world of eternal autumn and magic-choked mist, Gilded Coffin is a sharp, emotional tale of queerness, survival, and the strange warmth that can bloom in the most unexpected places. A spinoff short story of my King of Dust book!

📚 10 Parts · Dual POV · Bilingual • Queer Island Summer • Short Story 💬 #MidnightCitrus ~*~ 🪷~*~ Lucia has been living in the background since her mother died - overlooked in her own home, passed over in her own life. She's learned to stay small, to let things go, to keep her head down. Then Trix appears. An outsider with eyes that never leave her. She says little, but she listens. She offers small kindnesses, subtle provocations, and a pull toward something Lucia has never dared explore. Every shared look, every unspoken word feels like a door only they can see - one that could lead anywhere. Midnight Citrus is a story for the reader who lingers on what's unsaid - a quiet, bi-curious spark told in prose, meant to bloom in the space between the lines. ~*~ Lucía ha vivido en un segundo plano desde la muerte de su madre: ignorada en su propia casa, ignorada en su propia vida. Ha aprendido a ser pequeña, a dejar pasar las cosas, a mantener un perfil bajo. Entonces aparece Trix. Una forastera con una mirada que nunca la abandona. Habla poco, pero escucha. Ofrece pequeñas muestras de cariño, sutiles provocaciones y la atrae hacia algo que Lucía nunca se ha atrevido a explorar. Cada mirada compartida, cada palabra no dicha, se siente como una puerta que solo ellas pueden ver, una que podría llevar a cualquier parte. Cítricos de Medianoche es una historia para el lector que se detiene en lo no dicho: una chispa silenciosa y bicuriosa contada en prosa, destinada a florecer en el espacio entre líneas.

A fanfiction reimagining of Benedict Bridgerton's story from An Offer from a Gentleman Sophie Beckett has carved a life for herself in the countryside-quiet, creative, and finally her own. But when her father dies, she is summoned to London not as herself, but as the name she thought she had shed: Sebastian, the heir to an earldom that never belonged to her soul. In the glittering world of debutantes and duty, Sophie is forced to navigate society's expectations while hiding in plain sight. And then she meets Benedict Bridgerton. What begins as a friendship rooted in shared artistic longing soon becomes something deeper-and far more dangerous. Benedict sees not just Sebastian, but the woman Sophie has always been. Loving her could cost them both everything. Becoming Sophie is a gender-expansive retelling of Benedict's story-a tender romance about identity, longing, and what it means to live as a trans woman in a world that has no name for who she is... but might, if she's brave enough, learn to see her.

Ashley prides himself on being perceptive. Confident in his independence, he insists he would notice if anyone ever tried to subtly reshape him. But when a late-night art film sparks a quiet curiosity in his two roommates, Vanessa and Kelly begin to wonder just how much Ashley actually sees - especially about himself. What follows is not force, nor humiliation, but something far gentler: suggestion, warmth, and the slow easing of tension he did not know he carried. As Ashley begins to feel calmer, steadier, and strangely more aligned, one question lingers in the silence between them - if the change feels better, was it ever something done to him at all?t