Non-binarycharacter Stories

Ino Yamanaka has happily been running her family's flower shop flower her dad. Something still bothers her. Why are they turning away certain customers? On the sly, Ino's is figuring out why. Also on the sly, she's getting them the secret flower delivery services they need. (Ino have a love interest in this fic. This is just a lgbtq+ themed story. The other main characters have lgbt relationships, and non cis gender identities.) I really love how this is turning out so if you like it I'd really appreciate an upvote!

Lmfao I'm making this for 1 person you don't get a description

I could never put a gender to the kid who sat behind me on the bus. But I could say they were cute.

Conflict rose and fell when power-holding beings joined the humans on this earth. In modern times most of the hatred had thinned or erased but for some it still remains. A facility that mostly targets adult power-wielders has harmful goals and is quite through. What happens when they decide to prey on subjects that aren't exactly like the rest? (I don't own the cover image. However I own almost all the characters in this book and the world of Plead of the Flain.)

"I can't fix everything," Elle and Whimsy are each other's entire world. But when Elle's family begins putting pressure on her to meet her 'boyfriend', she panics, and runs to the only person who can help. UPDATES EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY

Alternate title: The Story Of A Trans Prince And His Gay Sister So, basically, this is a poem I started to write for no reason, and I love it so far. I'll update as much as I can. Creativity just struck and boom! Poem in progress. Thought I'd share it here.

"After John... killed himself, Alex hasn't been himself." Alex turned back to his book and stopped listening after that. He was frozen with shock, apart from his shoulders silently shaking. John wouldn't kill himself. Never. He promised. Even after The Accident, when everything was so terrible and the future seemed bleak, John would never do that. Because he'd promised Alex to always be there. No matter what. -//-//-//♥︎\\-\\-\\- John is gone. Alex is alone. And nothing's okay. Nor will it ever be okay. In fact, it's all breaking down and there's nothing Alex can do to stop it. Told between switching POVS of John and Alex, before and after John's death. Trigger warnings so far: Main Character Death, Child Abuse, Suicide,

[Sarrasine] : Le sculpteur et la cantatrice, un beau duo tragique, à n'en pas douter... Sauf que rien de tout ça n'était vrai. Recueil de drabbles et d'OS. Sarrasine/la Zambinella.

Psychologists, stupidly perfect, inanely happy, alien human beings who are designed to "diagnose" your problems without actually lifting a finger to solve them. But what if , there was one psychologist who could solve your problems? A psychologist who was an actual human being? A psychologist who could take a chaotic bunch of teenagers, and teach them to love themselves and one another, through the power of being a complete emotional mess? What if, there was a psychologist who did their job?

A group of 4 strangers all wake up in a clearing in the woods after a loud sound blares in the distance a timer appears on their hands set for 2 days in the middle of the clearing lays a set of instructions. this story was made with this prompt, by Adrenaline. *Warning gore, swearing, and death*

The butterfly effect: The scientific theory that a single occurrence, no matter how small, can change the course of the universe forever. Sometimes you have to destroy the world to create a new one.