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

"I solemnly swear that I will get Sirius Black to change his player ways." "There's only one way you can get him to do that." "How?" "You need him to fall in love with you." Lexi Stryker is in for quite a ride when she begins her life as a witch at Hogwarts. Not only is she completely surrounded by magic, but she meets her match in Sirius Black. Both equally hilarious, crazy, cocky, and outgoing, the two should become instant friends. But what happens when Lexi realizes Sirius is more than a jokester? He's the school bad boy and player. Lexi makes a vow to stop Sirius' player ways before his and many girls' hearts are broken. Can Lexi tame the wild Sirius Black without breaking their friendship and her own heart? This is basically 7 years in one (like a whole prequel), start from whichever year you want. I could've made 7 short books, but this is just one long one. ***ALL UNORIGINAL CHARACTER RIGHTS GO TO J.K. ROWLING*** *ORIGINAL CHARACTER RIGHTS GO TO ME* Highest rank: #36 in fanfiction

"Hufflepuff gone bad? This, I've got to witness."

We were like a california sunset, fated to die any minute. Outer Banks / JJ Maybank © tearsricochets

rage is a quiet thing. CATCHING FIRE ➝ MOCKINGJAY © stxrmborn COMPLETED Won Best Fanfiction in the 2022 Amby Awards!

"Wait up, lover boy!" "Don't worry, I would never leave without you, sunshine." In which a girl with scars littering her body and mind meets a boy with the constellations imprinted on his cheeks -updates every friday! Bellamy Blake x OC Season 1-2

i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. j. maybank x fem!oc outer banks, season one

"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