― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

Spencer wraps the blanket tighter around us causing me to melt into him further. He sweeps my wet hair over my shoulder while I stare out towards the golden sunset. He plants a kiss on my temple before nuzzling his face into my neck. "Thank you," He whispers. I run my fingers through his soft curls, "For what?" "For showing me life doesn't always have to be so serious," He sighs. "I don't know what I did before you," He mutters, almost like it wasn't for me to hear.

book 4 of 4 bianca prescott hoped graduating high school meant her only worry would be packing for college and surviving debutante season. her new life was set to be clear skies and smooth sailing but beneath the surface, the sharks were circling and soon enough, bianca finds herself tangled in the same web of murder, mystery and treasure hunting all over again. secrets, like bodies, never truly stayed buried, rumours had a way of sailing the seven seas, and loyalty? that was just another word for leverage. because on this island, it's not the strong who survive- it's the ones who know how to play dirty. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰

they asked: ❝ DO YOU LOVE HER TO DEATH? ❞ I said: ❝ SPEAK OF HER OVER MY GRAVE AND WATCH HOW SHE BRINGS ME BACK TO LIFE. ❞ in the midst of a nation divided, two friends fallen from a satellite in the cosmos learn to throw conformity to the wind, and to love in a world of misrule. [ THE 100 - S1-S2 COMPLETE & S3 ONGOING ] BIWEEKLY UPDATES - FRIDAYS BELLAMY BLAKE x FEM!OC © copyright 2023 | ultrapunks cover by @bayports

𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙒𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙎𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙐𝙎 ❜ ❫ ─── ❝ 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙪𝙨? ❞ ' 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 . . . 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 ' ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ | ❝ THE 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 HAVEN'T 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗𝘗𝘌𝘋. I'M NOT SURE WHAT IS 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓.❞ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾｡･:*:･ﾟ. ༻✦༺. ͙⁺˚*･༓☾｡･:*:･ﾟ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . the gladers help rosie escape, and fight to destroy 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 once and for all. status 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 as of APRIL of 2023 ©️ carme1ab

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. - - 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟖+; 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛He inhaled deeply and looked at her, and Vivienne's head tilted as she traced the line of his jaw with her eyes, or the pouty swell of his pink lips as his tongue darted across and left a trail of moisture in its wake. Just as she was studying him, he was memorizing every feature on her face - her beauty mark, which he was sure she had more of, and the fullness of her lips always tinted with mauve. But it was her eyes that he always circled back to. Sleek, almost cat-like, but doe at the same time. When she laughed, it shone in her eyes and left him breathless, but when she thought no one was looking at her, they would seem so empty, and even then, he found her beautiful. She was a puzzle, and Spencer Reid loved puzzles.❜ ― WHERE Spencer Reid's ever-stagnant, helpless flow of life had only ever been made bearable by the distraction of sick minds and the never-ending analyses of linguistics, the introduction of Vivienne LaForteza came quietly, like the barely-felt slither of a boa coiling around a sleeping gazelle before its bones were crushed within the reptile's grip. He was a genius. He spotted signs and recognized patterns miles before anyone else could get a glimpse, so he knew there was more to her than meets the eye - and he would gladly smile even as blood filled his mouth, so long as she wrapped herself around him. ( 𝙩𝙬: 𝙢*𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙨*𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨*𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙙𝙧*𝙜 𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙩*𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙧*𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 ) ©-moncher

I won't be in the history books; that's for you. But I loved you first. As long as they get that right, I don't care what they say. outer banks / jj maybank. season three through four.

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." "𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱?" "𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲." -James Potter finds himself in a compromising situation as he wakes up beside Octavia Mikaelson - a charming Slytherin whose sharp wits and intimidating beauty quite deter him from his Gryffindor loyalty. What started as a playful prank-filled rivalry between them quickly escalated into a secret affair at one Ravenclaw party. Will James figure out his true feelings for Lily Evans as he starts harboring attraction to Octavia?