𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 --- "How does one say fuck you in flowers?" You say, leaning on the table of the flowershop. "I mean, every flower has a meaning sweetheart, which one do you want?" Tighnari smiles. 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 {Genshin modern Flowershop au) FemReader

you find yourself in the world of jujutsu sorcerers and curses, trying your best to improve yourself as well as your shockwave technique, all for your goal of making the world a better place. this story will follow the original story line of the show jujutsu kaisen main aspects: fluff, angst i hope you will enjoy reading this :) [started on march 10th 2021] [completed on april 9th 2021]

To debate between hatred, friendship, love - with a foe, a friend, or a lover.

Ana gasped for air, hyperventilating. "He-he..." Ana started. But her vision blurred as the memory of Draco's face flashed in her mind, horror stricken, as terrified and destroyed as she had ever seen him. "What?" Harry asked gently, taking Ana's clenched fist in his hand. Ana felt the cold silver of Draco's ring press against her pointer finger and sobbed again, gasping loudly. "He-he thinks I'm dead!" Ana erupted, silent sobs wracking her again. She buried her face into the couch to silence her cries. "Who?" Hermione asked, confused. Ana was scared for a second to say his name. She knew that if she did, she'd start screaming again. But she was just able to say the word through her sobs. "Draco." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 & 𝑴𝒆 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 Highest ranking:- #1 in poetry collection #1 in poetry #1 in Rookie #1 poem collection #1 poem book #1 sad poem #1 poem

"I picked up my sword and slaughtered my way in. Blood was beginning to shower. I rushed my pace. No time to check. What came to mind, I wrote." This is a collection of feature articles, essays, and other write-ups during the author's feature writing escapades as a campus journalist in junior high school. All rights reserved.

"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have some fucking peace." "I taste. . ." I start, leaning in. Malfoy closes his eyes, his brows furrowing, and I chuckle at the agony of it. ". . . Like dirt. Mud, even. And does the Slytherin Prince really want to get his lips dirty?" --- This fanfiction is cringey. *Draco MalfoyxOC* *Mature Content* *Messy Ass Plot* *Theodore Nott Supremacy*