But you’re the only one, Scarlet.
You’ll a l w a y s be the only one.
AU. Edward and Bella met each other and fell in love in 1918 until Edward and his family got the spanish flu and he disappeared. She meet Edward again years later but his eyes are no longer green.
Too cute fanart!
our love will never fade → juliette ferrars & aaron warner
It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world. The kind that takes forever and no time at all. His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, “I think" he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever.
This is everything.
an older version of maxon and america: KING AND QUEEN OF ILLÉA “But even now I know this isn’t a fairy tale. I know that we’ll have hard times, confusing times. I know that things won’t always happen the way we want them to and that we’ll have to work to remember we chose this. It won’t be perfect, not all the time. This isn’t happily ever after. It’s so much more than that.
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The Brazilian School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a smattering of low-rise cottages hidden in the coastal forests of Bahia near a mid-sized bay where Senhor Cardoso’s martial arts students like to practice a fusion of defensive magic and capoeira (often to an audience of wide-eyed first-years), and build soaring sand castles to pass the time. Wands were introduced by immigrants and have grown in popularity with the diversification of the student body; however, the use of focal objects and organic magic still remain prominent. Students dress in demure robes throughout the year, and break out their flashiest clothing for Carnival during which there is an unofficial competition for the most creative clothing enchantments (glitter-burst charms are common, as are colour-shifting spells although they do tend to backfire and turn clothes an ugly medley of brown and vomit-yellow if the fabric doesn’t take well to enchantments).
He leaned against the window, and the gilded frame came into sharp focus. “Do you think it would be any different with your tracked beside you? With that Lantsov pup?”
“Yes,” I said simply.
“Because you would be the strong one?”
“Because they’re better men than you.”
“You might make me a better man.”
“And you might make me a monster.”
“I never understood this taste for otkazat’sya. Is it because you thought you were one of them for so long?”
“I had a taste for you, once.” His head snapped up. He hadn’t expected that. Saints, it was satisfying.
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