I don't have a reason for this but I just wanted too

This is just a compilation of stuff that I write whenever I get inspired to. I like writing stuff that's not directly tied to a plot or storyline, and this is just an outlet for that kind of creative writing. There will be no updating schedule, I'll upload when I can and when I write, I just figured there's someone out there who will enjoy reading this stuff as much as I enjoy writing it. Fred/George x fem/gender neutral reader (WITHOUT Y/N) Mostly house neutral unless specified otherwise And yes that is a picture of me I edited horribly for the cover....what about it Rankings: #2 in #weasleytwinsupremacy #32 in #weasleyfamily

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Some terribly written wlw :) Smut and fluff don't worry uwu

This is going to be a collection of smut-shots. It's my first story so please feel free to give suggestions on how to improve the story or on scenarios or names you wanna see.

❝ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ❞ 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯. 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺. 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘣. 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. ❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 ❞

This book is completely abandoned!! I have not read or updated it in almost 3 years. I am no longer in the harry potter fandom and this book is rlly cringy 😭 A reader x pansy fanfic You and Pansy barely even know each other, but you've been seeing each other for weeks, "are we ready to tell everyone?..."

yo, hooman. ja you, the one reading this glorious gay masterpiece. ☆rules☆ you can request any female. like characters or real life celebrities. I can also do a fem!crush x fem!reader, which I will be happy to do. I can do any type of situation anyway, thank you for selecting this piece of gay, and enjoyyyyy!

I'm bored so here are some random love/smut stories. Warning 18+ smut included

STOP I WROTE THIS SO LONG AGO BUT I STILL HOPE YOU ENJOY🫶🫶 This story has almost no smut, just LOTSSS of fluff. There is swearing in this book. It's based in the time of Goblet of Fire so your in your sixth year. All the rights of recognizable characters belong to J.K Rowling...😒 Hope you enjoy! ❤️