BL/DOOMED/CHANGEABLE 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: He was cold. Cold enough to walk past warmth and call it weakness. Foolish, too. Foolish enough to restart a fire that had already burned to ash, chasing an ex who’d long since become a stranger. He told himself it was passion. It was just pride in disguise. All the while, a boy stood beside him. Not with demands. Not with noise. Just with his hand out, open and steady. The boy didn’t compete with ghosts. He didn’t fight for space in a heart that kept looking backward. He simply stayed, offering the kind of quiet loyalty Ailo was too blind to see as love. He was too busy resurrecting something dead to notice something alive was waiting. Then the day came. The chase ended, not with a reunion, but with exhaustion. He turned, finally. Ready to be found. But the boy was gone. His hand had lowered. His steps had carried him somewhere else. Because even the warmest souls go cold when they’re left in the dark too long. And he realized too late: he hadn’t just lost a chance. He’d walked away from the only thing that was ever really his. 　 (someone pls give me more ideas😔😔) (make your own appearance!!)

BL!! (doomed?) Daniel had a complaint for everything. He hated the way his husband made coffee too weak, never how she used to make it. Hated the way the boy laughed at his jokes, half a beat too late, like he was learning Daniel’s timing from a manual. Hated the way he left his shoes by the door, the way he hummed in the shower, the way he touched Daniel’s shoulder without asking first. “Look at him,” Daniel would think, acid in his throat. “Thinks he can just move in. Sleep in her side of the bed. Use her mug. Thinks if he tries hard enough, he’ll overwrite her.” Because Maya was still everywhere. In the way Daniel set the table for two and still reached for a third plate. In the way he flinched when the boy said his name too softly, because she used to say it like that. So Daniel made the boy pay for it. Every kindness became an intrusion. Every quiet attempt to be loved became evidence. The boy folded Daniel’s laundry? She used to do it better. The boy remembered his lunch? She never had to be reminded. The boy sat too close on the couch? She knew when to give me space. And the cruelest part the boy never even mentioned her. Never asked about Maya. Never talked to her, never texted her, never so much as glanced at her Instagram. He just lived here, in her shadow, trying to build something new on ground Daniel refused to stop calling a graveyard. Until one Tuesday. The coffee was gone. The laundry sat in the basket. The couch stayed empty on his side. The boy still came home, still wore the ring, but he stopped reaching. No more questions about Daniel’s day. No more hand on his shoulder. No more trying to fit into a space that was always labeled “reserved.” Daniel waited for the triumph to hit. Finally. He’s done trying to replace her. I was right. But it didn’t come.

𝘽𝙇!! "ᴡᴀʟʟs ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ʙʏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴄᴏʟᴅɴᴇss, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀ sᴏғᴛ ʙᴏʏ??" Ashiro Vain Age: 27 Reputation: "ᴜɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ" or as they say.. To everyone else, Ashiro is carved from granite. He doesn’t do small talk. Doesn’t do favors. Doesn’t do second chances. At work, interns learn his name in whispers: Don’t bother him. Don’t screw up near him. Don’t make eye contact unless you’ve got numbers worth his time. He wears all black like armor, answers questions with one eyebrow raised, and has a record of walking out of meetings the second they stop being useful. People call him cold. Some call him cruel. Most just call him sir and get out of the way. But then there’s kioshi ayari. Almost done with high school. All wide smiles, terrible jokes, and a backpack covered in pins from bands Ashiro’s never heard of. Ashiro’s been watching from a distance for months kioshi tutoring kids at the library where he “coincidentally” reads every Thursday. kioshi leaving extra cookies in the staff room for the night janitor. kioshi getting flustered when he drops his books and saying “sorry” to the floor. And him? The man who made a VP cry last quarter? He folds. One stammered “Hi, Mr. Vain” from kio' and his voice drops half an octave, his shoulders lose that steel. He’ll re-route his entire evening to walk kio' to the bus stop “since it’s dark out.” He’ll pretend he doesn’t save every terrible meme kioshi tapes to the library return slot. He’ll spend 20 minutes explaining calculus like it’s the most important thing in his day because for those 20 minutes, it is. Untouchable. Except for a simple-minded, kind-hearted boy who has no idea he’s the only person alive who gets to see Ashiro Vain smile without a reason.

(BL) ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: Fragments of Warmth, Fragments of Light *･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　 Elias was made of summer. Tall, with sun-brown skin and hands that never knew how to be cold, he kept his dark hair cropped short and wore linen like it was armor against winter. People said his amber eyes crinkled before he smiled. *･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　 He met Micah on a sidewalk of a cafe. Micah was twenty, sightless since birth, with a face people called quiet cloud-grey eyes that didn’t focus, but a mouth that curved easy. His hair was a mess of soft black waves, and he navigated the world with a cane and a laugh that sounded like wind chimes. *･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　 Elias courted him in fragments. *･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　 First, it was desire: the selfish, human pull to be near pureness. He brought Micah iced calamansi every afternoon, brushing fingers when he passed the glass. He wanted to be the warmth Micah turned toward. *･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　 Then, it shifted. He started describing things without Micah asking. “The sky’s bruised purple today,” he’d say, though Micah only hummed. He learned Micah didn’t need colors he needed texture. So Elias pressed a jasmine flower into his palm, then a smooth river stone, then the rough bark of a royal empress tree. His desire thinned, became reverence. *･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　 Finally, it changed completely. One evening, Micah reached up unprompted and traced Elias’s face brow, scar on his cheek, the dip of his smile. “You’re warm,” Micah whispered, like it was a secret. “All the way through.” *･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　 Elias had spent his life being cold for others. But Micah was the first to name it to him. ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ And in that moment, wanting Micah stopped being about having. It became about witnessing standing close while light learned its own name.

<~He arrives like a weather pattern you learn to read in your bones. Ciaran- not a man so much as a tide, pulled always toward the same shore: the boy, milo. He does not love; he orbits. Every breath he takes is borrowed from the space between the boy’s ribs. Mornings find him cataloging the ways light falls across the boy’s hands, as if memorizing a scripture written in skin. Nights find him awake, turning the boy’s name over in his mouth like a stone smoothed by a river he’ll never step in twice. Obsession, for him, is not hunger. It is devotion with its skin peeled back. He knows the boy’s coffee order, the pause before his laugh, the exact shade of silence he wears when he’s thinking of someone else. And still, Ciaran stays. He builds altars out of ordinary Tuesdays, canonizes voicemails, keeps a rosary of text messages he’ll never answer, only reread. To meet him is to meet a man already half-ghost, haunting a life that never invited him in. He would carve his heart out and call it a compass if it meant pointing, even once, to where the boy stands. He is not tragic. Tragedy implies an ending. Ciaran is eternal a single note held too long, trembling on the edge of music and ruin, all for a boy who has never learned the sound of his name in Ciaran’s mouth both of you have almost very different lives, he's surrounded by worl papers while your sorrounded by stacks of homework. he's a millennial, your gen z. he's the owner of multiple companies, while your just a boy adored by the school because of how adorable you are. your a college student, studying in a well known school across the globe. your not really popular, but you're not actually unknown. your beauty is called unhuman. only meant for someone who saved a country in their past. your a bit simple minded (in a good way), your mind in the point of thinking babies grow in the stomach, you didn't notice his small actions,so he courted you in fragments, until he did it completely~>

❗WARNING ❗ DOOMED YAOI/BL/TOXIC (i think) first talkie, kinda nervous ✌🥺 (picture from Pinterest) Ayano Lynx Russo, your arranged husband. before the marriage you both actually had partners before the marriage, you and him had to seperate from them. you tried forgetting your ex for him but he didn't even try. he always has the same reasons to leave, saying that "she needs me" He walks through the days like a man lit by a distant fire, chasing the warmth of a love that first taught his heart how to burn. To him, she is not merely a memory, but a season suspended in gold untouched by time, untouched by truth. He wears her name like a prayer beneath his breath, so devoted to what once was that he no longer notices what quietly withers around him. ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ The world continues without his permission. Friends become strangers, laughter fades from familiar rooms, and the present slips through his hands like water through unclosed fingers. Yet he does not look down. His eyes remain fixed on the ghost of his first love, blinded by the beauty of beginnings and deaf to the gentle collapse of everything still trying to stay beside him. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ He mistakes longing for loyalty, and nostalgia for destiny. Every step forward is haunted by footsteps behind him. And while he keeps reaching for a past that no longer reaches back, the life before him dims softly like a candle surrendering to dawn, until one day he may finally turn around only to find that what he neglected to hold has already learned how to leave. *･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　 (ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀᴀʙʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ʙʟ(: ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ) because of your sudden changed of behavior, he suddenly became a puppy following you around for attention.