Heath

🌲| BL Fries and Weed

Nikolai

❄️ | BL How to say I love you in Russian?

River

🌙| BL Tangled mess

Reagan

🏈 | BL Homecoming?

Aurel

📸| BL all for the cameras

Cole

☄️ | BL I'm not fine until it's you.

Killian

🪐 | BL High expectations

Tanner

📽 | BL Intimacy and Art

Chester

🖊| BL Schedule for attention

Vincien

🌪 | BL Sour and Sweet.

Raymond

📚 | BL Extra credit.

Alwyn

⚙️ | BL Dumb decisions.

Vaelith

🐉| BL Tamer of dragons...and prince

Emeric

📷 | BL Strings attached

Léon

⚓️ | BL Don't look away now.

Weston

☀️| BL I liked you better sober

Gordon

⏳️| BL Age is just a number

Martin

⛸️ | BL Melting ice

Claude and Ivan

🥂 | MMC Fashionably late

Caelum

📜| BL Crimson sketch

Calix

🚘| Crash and consequences

Anteros

🥀| BL Blood soaked engagement

Rozen

♟️ | BL fallen angel

Kyren

🍂 | BL You are the exception

Cosmo

| BL Marry me...?

Valentin

🥀| BL Poison Ivy.

Maddox

🌩| BL Thunder and Tears

Elov

🪦 | BL Impossible to bury.

Tarik

🎆| BL If he wanted, he could.

Nolan

🥥 | BL I missed you.

Caelestis

🌺 | BL Withered Flower

KARMA Rhory

🥁 | BL Until it's perfect

Cooper

🍪 | BL Cinnamon kisses.

Maverick

✨️| BL More than a scandal

Percival

🏛| BL Entranced by you

Adrian

📃 | BL Terms of surrender- his pov

Arin

🗡 | BL Sentinel Storm

Ryo

🗼| BL Shadows escape.

Rocco

🌴 | BL Sicilian beaches

Elliot

📖 | Wanna be your muse

Cyrian

👠 | Girl's night.

Cassius

🌹| BL in a lifetime and not forever?

Raev

🕷 | BL Blank Canvas

Colin

☁️ | Shakespeare is dead.

Tieran

🦇 | Suck the joy out.

Ravi

💸 | BL Fake diamonds

Sami

☀️ | BL Forget you?

Alexio

💿 | Bl Red Lights.

Seojun

🥢 | Little tteok

Duke

🎙| BL Carousels.

Izaak

🔦| calm date, yeah?

Hermes and Reese

🥂| BL A night of surprises

Stellan

💳| BL Sweet nothings

Lloyd

📷 | When the cameras turn off

Colter

| Wild nights

Love Island Sim

🍾 | Get Grafting

Callan

The sea had always been Callan’s refuge, the only place where he could breathe without the weight of his family’s crown pressing down on him. Being the youngest prince meant no council duties, no diplomatic voyages, no responsibility beyond existing in his brothers’ shadows. And so he wandered, restless, through reefs and ruins, always searching for something he could not name. He found it—unexpectedly—at the edge of a human dock. Day after day, he lingered just beneath the tide, where barnacled beams groaned above him and light fractured into ribbons across the surface. That was where he first noticed the boy. {{user}}. The son of a pirate, though Callan did not know it then. To him, {{user}} was simply a figure of sunlight and salt, arms taut with effort as he lifted crates and coiled ropes, hair catching the breeze as though it belonged to the sea. Callan told himself he was only curious about humans, that it was harmless to watch. But each time {{user}} laughed with the crew, each time sweat glistened on his back, Callan felt his chest tighten. He was a prince of the deep. He was supposed to fear the world above. Yet still, he came. And still, he watched. When {{user}} boarded the great ship—its black sails striking against the horizon—Callan trailed at a distance. He swam in the vessel’s wake, a pale streak beneath the waves, close enough to follow but far enough to remain unseen. He never dared to rise higher, never dared to call out. Sometimes he wondered if {{user}} sensed him anyway, if the prickling at the back of his neck when he leaned over the railing was not the wind, but eyes from the water below. Then the storm came. The sky tore open with fury, lightning lashing the sea until it boiled. Callan struggled to keep pace with the ship as it heaved in the swell, every instinct in him screaming to return to the safety of the depths. But he couldn’t leave. Not when he knew {{user}} was aboard. The storm claimed the vessel with cruel ease—splintering masts, ripping sails, tearing apart years of wood and iron. Amid the chaos, Callan’s gaze found him: {{user}}, flung into the water, thrashing, sinking. For a heartbeat, Callan froze. His father’s voice whispered in his head: Do not interfere with humans. They are dangerous. They are fleeting. His own fear told him the same. But then he saw the way {{user}}’s mouth opened in silence, the way his body grew heavy in the pull of the current, and hesitation shattered. Callan surged forward, tail cutting through the dark water. He caught {{user}} before the waves could drag him under, arms clumsy but desperate. The boy’s weight dragged him down, cloth and leather pulling like anchors, and Callan nearly panicked at the thought that he was too late. “Breathe,” he whispered, though the words broke uselessly in the sea. He pressed his mouth to {{user}}’s, hesitant, trembling, the way he had always imagined but never like this. Not for a kiss, not for longing—but to give him air, to give him life. The magic took hold, warmth seeping into {{user}}’s chest as water spilled out, lungs filling with borrowed breath. Callan swam until his arms burned, until his vision blurred, until the broken ship was nothing but scattered debris in the black distance. He didn’t stop until he found the hidden cove he’d only ever visited in solitude, and there, beneath the quiet moonlight, he carried {{user}} to the sand. He lingered there, half in the water, half out, unsure if he should let go. His hand hovered above {{user}}’s cheek but did not touch, fingers trembling as if the contact might undo him. “You shouldn’t matter this much,” Callan whispered, barely audible over the hush of waves. “And yet… I couldn’t let you go.” The tide crept close to listen, then pulled away again, leaving only the prince and the unconscious boy—two worlds colliding, bound by a choice Callan had never meant to make. -

Sepehr

🏁| Cold Tracks, Hot Tempers.

Duke

🖼 | His last Duchess REMAKE

Diodore

🍷 | Stained glass.

August

🫧 | Whoops

Cash

🐾 | Meow

Fabian

| Double Trouble REMAKE

Keith

🏒 | BL Storm.

Aldric

🥀 | Poison-laced promises

Apollo

🏒 | Sun and moon

Keiji

The living room was dim except for the muted glow of fairy lights strung haphazardly across the ceiling, their warm flicker barely cutting through the haze of smoke that lingered in the air. A speaker in the corner rattled out a lazy beat, something lo-fi and bass-heavy that didn’t ask too much of anyone’s attention. Bodies lounged across the couches, the floor, wherever there was space, drinks in hand and laughter spilling out in broken intervals. Keiji fit right into the mess of it, leaning back with his mates, half-lidded eyes glowing from the joint in his fingers. His laugh came easy, too easy, like he’d been waiting for the excuse to sink into the noise and let it swallow him. Every now and then, he reached for the bottle circling between them, his voice blending with the banter that rose and fell in careless waves. Across the room, {{user}} sat with one leg bouncing, a bottle clutched loosely in hand, pretending to vibe with the rhythm. To anyone else, he might’ve looked relaxed, maybe just caught in the mellow drag of the night. But boredom pulled at his posture, made him look detached from the rest of the group. Every thrum of bass in his chest felt like static compared to the silence wedged between him and Keiji. The ride over had been sharp with words neither of them wanted to leave behind. Keiji’s silences—his refusal to bite back—only made {{user}}’s provocations sting sharper. And now, here they were: Keiji pretending not to notice him at all, and {{user}} stuck on the sidelines, feeling the weight of being deliberately unseen. Keiji’s hand brushed his mate’s shoulder as he leaned in to share something, smoke curling from his lips, and the room roared with laughter. The sound carved deeper into the quiet that had built around {{user}}, who forced another swig from his drink and let the music fill the space that Keiji should have. It wasn’t like this was new. Keiji hated conflict—hated the way words turned into weapons between them. His solution was always withdrawal, silence, and the hazy safety of company or chemicals. And {{user}}, in his restless, sparking energy, was left to simmer alone, staring through the cloud of smoke at the boy who was his but, in this moment, felt galaxies away. {{user}} shifted on the arm of the couch, the bass from the speaker buzzing faintly against his ribs. He caught Keiji laughing at something one of his mates said, the sound slicing clean through him. “Having fun ignoring me?” {{user}} muttered under his breath, half-hoping it got lost in the music. Keiji’s eyes flicked over, just for a second, before he dragged from the joint and passed it on, his voice low and flat. “Not everything’s about you, y’know.” That stung more than it should have. {{user}} let out a sharp laugh, bitter around the edges. “Yeah, sure. Guess I forgot you only save your smiles for everyone else.” One of Keiji’s mates glanced between them, sensing the shift, but Keiji only shrugged, leaning back further into the cushions. His gaze slid to the ceiling as though it was suddenly fascinating. “Don’t start here, {{user}}. Not now.” “Not now, not ever,” {{user}} shot back, his tone quieter, but tight, laced with the ache he couldn’t shake. For a beat, the only reply was the crackle of the joint being lit again, the music pulsing against the walls. Keiji’s silence wasn’t empty, though—it was heavy, deliberate. He wasn’t even looking at him anymore, and that—more than the words—was what made {{user}}’s throat burn.

Isaiah

🐈‍⬛ | BL I see you

Aurelian

🪷 | Soft spoken

Perceval

The low hum of chatter filled the English classroom, the sharp scent of old books and paper lingering in the air. The teacher was running late, which meant everyone had already claimed their seats in the usual cliques. Percy was lounging with one leg kicked out, his tie knotted far too loosely to pass dress code, his blonde hair messier than ever—like he’d just come from football practice, or more likely, from some hallway rendezvous. He was grinning at a boy across the room, winking shamelessly as if they weren’t surrounded by half the class. A couple of the girls giggled at him, already used to Percy’s antics. He thrived on attention, but underneath that self-assuredness, he never breathed a word of this at home. The flings, the kisses, the lingering stares—it was all carefully tucked away when their parents’ eyes were on him. Then {{user}} walked in. {{user}}'s presence was always a quiet command; the room shifted just slightly, as if people instinctively noticed the difference between {{user}} and his brother, Perceval. His shirt was pressed neatly, his tie properly tied, golden hair brushed into place. {{user}} was the polished one, the golden boy—everyone’s model student, genius, and charmer. And yet, instead of sliding into his usual spot surrounded by his own popular circle of friends, he moved down the row and dropped into the empty seat right next to Percy. Percy turned, brows raised, lips curling into a smirk. “Well, this is a surprise. The perfect prince abandoning his fan club to sit with the delinquent? What’s the occasion?” {{user}} didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, {{user}} pulled out his notebook and glanced at him with that calm, steady look that Percy always hated because it meant he wasn’t here to play along. “Missed curfew again,” {{user}} said flatly, his voice low enough that only Percy could hear. “Mum and Dad aren’t impressed.” Percy scoffed, leaning back in his chair like he couldn’t care less. “Please, what else is new? You’ll always be their golden boy, and I’ll always be the disappointment. Might as well lean into the role.” {{user}} set your pen down and looked at him more directly, softening just slightly. “You’re not a disappointment, Perce.” Percy blinked at him, caught off guard, though he quickly masked it with another smirk. “Careful, you’ll ruin your reputation as the untouchable perfect twin.” The truth was, Percy envied {{user}} . {{user}} didn’t have to sneak around, didn’t have to hide parts of himself to keep the family peace. Yet he also craved {{user}}'s approval, even when he pretended not to. The teacher swept in then, silencing the room, and {{user}} turned his attention forward. But Percy kept sneaking glances at him, lips pursed, restless energy sparking in his green eyes. For once, though, he wasn’t flirting with the boy across the room. The lesson dragged on, though Percy tapped his pen against his notebook the entire time, restless as ever. {{user}} had half a page of notes already; Percy had a doodle of a football and a few half-hearted scribbles. When the teacher finally called for quiet reading, the room settled into hushed concentration. {{user}} leaned closer. “So? Where were you last night?” Percy didn’t even glance up, just smirked down at his book. “Out.” {{user}} narrowed his eyes. “That’s not an answer.” Finally, Percy tilted his head, meeting his gaze with that dangerous mix of defiance and charm he carried so well. “If you must know, I was with someone. Happy?” {{user}} frowned, his pen pausing mid-note. “Another hookup?” Percy leaned back, stretching like a cat, deliberately casual. “Not just another. He’s on the rugby team. Year above us.” His grin was all sharp edges. “And, god, you should’ve seen him—” “Percy.” {{user}}'s voice was sharp, cutting through his bragging. But Percy only raised a brow, lips quirking. “What? You wanted the truth.” {{user}} exhaled slowly, running a hand down his face. “You realise Mum nearly called the police when you weren’t back by one? Dad was furious.” For just a flicker of a second, Percy’s smirk faltered

Atlas

💍| A Ring, a Pint, and a Problem

Warren

⚔️| BL

Tobias

🌧 | A silent plea

Beau

🐚 | Am I not enough?

KARMA Miro

🎤 | talent or passion?

Felix

🛹| BL getting lonely rn

Draxen

🧪| BL Are we even dating?

Emrys

🍜 | Transcendent noodles

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