A collection of shitty poems I write. More for therapeutic purposes than anything, but feel free to take a look.
(Frerard) Frank has served a life of disappointment to everyone he knew. But when he is abducted by a highly-wanted member of the mafia, will he prove them wrong?
It doesn't really have a title yet. First things first - ditch it, or keep working on it?
I'm leaving ficwad soon; here's why.
I already did one of these, but I deleted it because half the info is irrelevant now. Redoing it.
I haven't been on here in a few months. Updates + a much-owed explanation.
New idea for a chaptered fic, what do you think?
Frerard foreplay and pseudo-psycho violence and whatnot. Yeah, just read it. (Oneshot)
"They say that the in between is the closest to hell you’ll ever get. Let’s see if they’re right." (Semi-Frerard twoshot)
(Frerard) Gerard is slipping away, and it's all Frank can do to stand by and watch his life fall apart before his eyes. These are pieces that can never be put back together.