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✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝓗ᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ 𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ ☀️

ᵎᵎ works by yours truly ﾒ ∿

﹒⌗﹒🦇﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈. 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 ˶

⚘. (general hcs)

𝙹ames Potter ⤿ ꗃ

⚘. 𖦹 ps. i think i might love you

𝕊irius Black ⤿ ꗃ

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᥅emus Lupin ⤿ ꗃ

⚘. 𖦹

ℒily Evans ⤿ ꗃ

⚘. 𖦹

𝓜ary Macdonald ⤿ ꗃ

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𝓜arlene Mckinnon ⤿ ꗃ

⚘. 𖦹

ᴅorcas Meadows ⤿ ꗃ

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🄿andora Rosier ⤿ ꗃ

⚘. 𖦹

Evan Rosier ⤿ ꗃ

⚘. 𖦹

Barty Crouch Jr. ⤿ ꗃ

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᥅egulus Black ⤿ ꗃ

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Λndromeda Black ⤿ ��

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Bellatrix Black ⤿ ꗃ

⚘. 𖦹

ηarcissa Black ⤿ ꗃ

⚘. 𖦹

Emmeline Vance ⤿ ꗃ

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𝕊ybill Trewlaney ⤿ ꗃ

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝒴ᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɪʟ 💌 ⸝⸝⸝ 📬

ᵎᵎ works by yours truly ﾒ ∿

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 ⋮

𐙚 (general hcs)

ᯓ★ єthan Nakamura

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꩜ .ᐟ Ⓙason Grace

⌗ electric love

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི ℘ercy Jackson

⌗ but i miss you, come here

˙⊹「🎞️」⊹˙ 𝓟iper McLean

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 ꃅazel Levesque

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┆ ⤿ 💌 ⌗ 𝔇rew Tanaka

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๋࣭ ⭑ คnnabeth Chase

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⟡ ݁₊ . ᄃlarisse La Rue

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( ၴႅၴ ꪶeo Valdez

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𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ 𝕋halia Grace

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But I Miss You, Come Here 𝜗𝜚

Percy Jackson x f!reader oneshot

Long distance relationship nostaglia

Summary: Remembering Percy comes in waves. You miss him terribly as it is, but it’s days like this that get you truly down.

You can’t seem to catch a break today. You wake up too late and have to rush to classes with no coffee in your system, your lunch break gets totally screwed over by someone bumping into you, your outfit is ruined, you miss your boyfriend, and worst of all— your birthday is tomorrow!

Usually, having a bad day like this would be cured easily by one of his hugs, but because you both chose different colleges, that’s not possible. Not only that, but it seemed all the couples on campus decided to go out tonight, making you feel even lonelier. And this is the first birthday that you haven’t spent together or been able to at least see each other.

So when you finally make it back to your apartment, you flop onto bed exhaustedly and curl up clinging to the hoodie he last gave you. His scent is still on certain parts of it, but it’s fainter now than before. That only makes your heart ache for him more.

“Perc, look! I made a sandcastle!” you call out. The memory of this day is something you hold dearly: it’s one of the sweetest moments you two have had. He’d insisted on taking you to the beach that day, and though you were reluctant, it was the most fun you’d had in a while.

“It’s amazing, sweet girl. I love it.” he chuckles, scooping you up from behind in his arms. He hold you against his chest, his lips sweetly pecking at your cheeks. It melts you into a fit of giggles, and then he says the words that make your heart race and stop simultaneously: “I love you.”

The words take your breath away, and judging by the lack of reaction, he doesn’t seem to notice he’s said them.

“I love you too.” You manage to get out, cheeks warm.

Your face nuzzles into the hoodie as you cover yourself with your blanket, your arms tightening around it. His scent hits you and—

You feel his lips softly trailing down the side of your neck, both of your breaths ragged. His hands are on your hips, his calloused fingers having a gentle hold on you.

He bites down at the crook of your neck, not too harshly but enough to make you gasp softly, and he murmurs against your skin. “Is this okay, sweet girl? You can always tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

And you nod, assuring him that it’s okay— that it’s more than okay as you breathe him in, feeling lighter than ever.

Your hands are holding the back of his neck, nails beginning to dig into his flesh as soft sounds slip past your lips; pleads and swears and simple whines. And he simply murmurs softly the words ‘I know’ and ‘You’re okay’ and ‘Shh, I’ve got you’ making your fingers tangle in his hair as your body tense before it ultimately relaxes against him. And he hold you close because he always does, petting your hair and murmuring on about how amazingly you did.

A tear slips past your eye and lands on the bed bellow your body, a frown forming on your lips as you realize just how hard it is not having your boyfriend around.

Your boyfriend who always carries hair-ties on his wrists for you, and who insists on kissing you five times instead of once, and who smells salty like the sea but sweet like cinnamon, and who cannot ever keep his hands off you when he’s near is off at college elsewhere while you’re stuck in your bed in your own apartment, missing him. You miss him so, so much. It physically hurts you.

“Rise and shine sea-star.” you feel the rumbling Percy’s voice against your cheek as his thumb strokes your cheek. You groan, not opening your eyes and instead nuzzling your face into his neck, making him chuckle.

“C’mon, we gotta get up. You need to get dressed and pretend you didn’t sleep in here before anyone catches on.” he speaks softly but firmly, and you know he’s right. Still, all you want to do is remain in his arms. Reluctantly— and after like five minutes— you finally peel away from him, rubbing your eyes as you begin to dress yourself with your own clothing.

“Promise you’ll make it up to me? Kicking me out of here, I mean.” you ask with a dramatic pout once you’re dressed, leaning over to him for a final kiss before you leave.

“Always. I promise I will.” he brings your lips together for just one more moment together before you’re sneaking out.

You’re not sure when it is that you fell asleep, but as you regain consciousness you’re hit by a migraine and soreness in your eyes. You figure you must’ve passed out crying. Still, you groggily force your eyes to pry open as you hear the door creek open.

It’s too dark for you to make anything out— when did you even turn off all the lights?— except your alarm clock. It reads 2:18am. You check your phone, expecting to find at least a message from Percy, only to be met with nothing. Your heart drops, and you try to remind yourself that Timezones are different, and Maybe he’s asleep, or It’s not past midnight for him, and just as tears begin whelming in your eyes, the door creeks again and a figure slowly walks into your room holding a cupcake with a candle, and a familiar low rumbly voice sings happy birthday.

He’s here, you realize. And you feel as though you might start crying allover again.

This hadn’t quite been his plan— he’d expected you to be asleep and he would’ve surprised you in the morning. With breakfast. But he noticed you woke up when he was leaving after making sure you were asleep— he turned off the lights too because how were you even asleep?— and he improvised.

Still, you don’t care. What matters is that he’s here now.

When he finally stops singing, he sits beside you on the bed, softly kissing the top of your head as he holds out the plated cupcake for you.

“Happy birthday sea-star. Make a wish.”

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౨ৎ˖ ࣪⊹ authors note:

this was supposed to have an angstier ending to it, but i couldn’t bring myself to do it. but if anyone wants an angstier version, i’d be more than happy to write it.

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Random PJO boys hcs:

But it’s literally 90% js Ethan & Jason

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ • ꒰ • ⊹ ࣪ ˖ • 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

some fluff, some are js about the boys & some are for dating.

꒰ Jason is a huge astronomy nerd.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ethan isn’t big on physical contact— except when he’s physically hurt or sleep deprived (like almost hallucinating sleep deprived) bc his mind puts down it’s defenses (only if he trusts you obvi)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Percy has an obsession with turtles. Stickers, pins, plushies, keychains— any type of turtle merch, he owns.

꒰ Jason doesn’t find it easy to express his feelings— he’s repressed them for so long that sometimes he doesn’t even know what the emotions are.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ethan isn’t a loud lover— however, he doesn’t hide his relationship. He’s a private type of guy in general.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ethan is also extremely protective of his things— He cannot stand sharing things.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ethan has a deadpan/sarcastic voice 24/7. He also sounds like he hasn’t slept in forever or just woke up— there’s no in between.

꒰ Jason has a heightened sensed of smell. It isn’t natural— he trained himself when he was living with the wolves to fit in more.

꒰ Jason absolutely despises contacts. And it isn’t because he likes his glasses— but once, he got an allergic reaction to a pair of contacts he tried, and he has personal beef with all of them.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ethan loves slasher films. He has watched every single one he has gotten his hands on ever since he learned what it was.

꒰ Jason’s cabin was so big and echoey— he hated it. Leo found out about this and he somehow— and don’t ask how, no one knows— made it so that there’s always the sound of rain falling.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Speaking of cabins— Ethan always keeps his neat. It’s always dark: the curtains are always shut, the big lights are never on, and the walls are already a dark color (deep purple!)— it’s unnerving to most people.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The moment Percy is around any body of water, he has the urge to dive in. It’s like a voice whispers at the back of his mind, clawing and begging for him to get in the water. He manages to ignore it 7/10 times.

꒰ Jason has a bit of a baby face. It isn’t anything extreme (& he grows out of it eventually) but my guy looks so much younger than he is for so long. The only reason people don’t ask questions is his height.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Leo’s skin is really warm always, but he doesn’t feel it. He doesn’t even notice it until someone tries to touch him and they tell him.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Piggybacking off the last one— he gets even warmer when he’s feeling things more intensely than usual. If he’s really really angry, sometimes even metal melts.

꒰ Opposite to Leo, Jason’s body temperature is quite cold. He’s not outright cold either— somehow, he’s always warm when it’s too cold and cool when it’s too warm.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Percy is the one that tends to be the coldest.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Percy is just like the sea. He is like the sea in the sense that he is unpredictable. He is calm one moment and then not. He is restless when the sky darkens, and during the winter he gets snappier. practically freezing over. It’s not something he does consciously— it’s just a burden he carries.

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Electric Love

Jason Grace x f!reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝜗𝜚

Summary: In which Jason’s perfect idea of a date is watching a meteor shower, and you chose to surprise him for your anniversary.

｡ ﾟ ☁︎ daughter of Athena x son of Zeus

You and Jason have been dating for almost an entire year now— a year in a few days— and you can’t figure what to get him. He always gives you the best gives— it makes you smile, knowing how attentive he is— but you can never figure out what to get him.

It’s not that you don’t pay attention, it’s just that you had the amazing luck that your boyfriend doesn’t quite talk about his own wants and needs— ever. Which makes gift giving even more impossible than it would be if he talked about things he likes as much as you did.

It isn’t his fault that he’s like that, you know that— he was in the Roman legion, after all. He was raised to be a soldier, unlike you. And you had your theories on how he was treated as a child.

He didn’t talk nearly as much as you did. While you could go on and on for hours about your childhood or retelling the books you last read, he prefers to sit in silence, listening with a smile. Even before you started dating, you could always tell he wasn’t one to share what was on his mind just because.

Still, the least he could do is drop hints, you think to yourself, sprawled on your bed as you try to figure out what to get him for the millionth time. And it hits you.

You’d overheard one of the younger campers excitedly mention how there’s supposed to be a meteor shower in a few nights, and you cross your fingers, you pray—

It takes you a few moments to look it for it, but you end up finding an article talking about it. You only scan through it, only wanting to find the date and a breath of relief leaves you when you find it. The memory of a night from not too long ago resurfaced in your mind as you began to plan the night.

“Tell me something about yourself Jace. You never tell me things.” you pout.

Your arms are around him and your legs tangled in his as you lay in his bed, the comforting sounds of rain in the background. It was something you found magical, how the sound of rain pouring echoed around his cabin.

“There isn’t much to tell, sweet girl.” he laughs softly. You shift in his arms, supporting yourself on your elbows as you peer at him. Still, he says: “What do you want to know?”

“Anything.” you reply. His fingers lazily trace shapes on your lower back, his gaze so enamored that you struggle to think. You pause, thinking for a moment, before you speak again.

“What’s something you’ve never seen before, that you really want to?”

He doesn’t reply, and for a moment you think he won’t answer. It was late after all, and getting him to open up was even less likely than usual when he gets tired— it’s like he goes into survival mode. You lay your head on his chest and he pulls you closer.

“A meteor shower.” his reply surprises you. “I’ve heard they’re beautiful, but I’ve never seen one before. It makes me curious. Besides, they seem to like perfect dates from what I’ve heard.”

You giggle at the last part, and he kisses the top of your head.

The day of your anniversary finally arrived, and you’d been correct. Your boyfriend had given you the best gift you could’ve wished for. He refused to tell you how, but he managed to get you copies of your favorite book series signed by the author.

And for once, you couldn’t help but feel like your gift idea wasn’t horrible compared to his. Still, you had to wait till past nightfall. The day went by way too slowly for both of your likings, but he hid it much better than you did. By the time it was time, you were too antsy to sit down.

You spent the better part of the evening preparing the roof of his cabin (with the help of your best friends) while you had Leo distract your boyfriend. You had snacks, blankets, pillows— everything was set. All that was missing was the man of the hour.

You awaited for Leo to finally free him at his cabin. You could barely contain your excitement as you led him up to the roof just moments before the shower started. And when you finally made it up— well, the words tumbled past your lips before you could help it.

“Surprise! We get to watch a meteor shower!” you grinned proudly, gesturing to the blankets you’d prepared for them. The best part about this, in your eyes at least, was that the shower started before curfew— meaning that you didn’t exactly have to worry for another few hours.

You’d get to see your boyfriend happy, spend time with him, and all the other campers would be too busy at the campfire to interrupt. Your plan was perfect.

The blonde’s lips curled into a fond smile, his eyes holding warmth as he walked closer to you. His hands cupped your face, brought his lips to yours— his way of saying thank you.

“Do you like it?” you whispered softly against his lips, hopefulness creeping into your voice.

“Absolutely,” he nodded. “It’s perfect, my love.” And he kissed you again, soft and sweet, yet so intimate it was dizzying. Your excited giggles were what broke the kiss. You felt so proud of yourself for finally giving him an amazing gift.

But in reality, what made this gift special to him was your happiness for it. Yes, he did want to see a meteor shower, but nothing competes with your glee and joy. The light in your eyes when you revealed the secret that you’d been itching to say, the adorable smile on your lips, the excitement you held over it— that was what made it the perfect gift.

“Happy anniversary baby.” you whispered.

“Happy anniversary.” he whispered back.

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chat i cant figure out how y’all are making the words go multiple different colors someone pls help me out ☹️

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Ps. I think I might love you

James Potter x f!reader oneshot

Summary: In which James is a hopeless romantic, and Peter is sick of his moping and pining.

Extra: modern au, muggle au, fluff, so so sweet, childhood friends to lovers, neighbors (you live across the street from each other.)

𝒥ames Potter has loved romantic comedies since he was five years old. His mother would always play them on the tv, retelling stories of her and his father’s early love. It was the sweetest stories, and they were what made James the person he is.

However, his all time favorite was one that helped him cope with those overwhelming romantic feelings he felt for you most— To All the Boys I’ve Ever Loved.

Like Lara Jean, whenever James had a crush, it consumed his mind and heart. It was almost overwhelming how intensely he felt. And just like her, he wrote unsent letters to his crushes— well, crush. It was only one. Several letters, but all for you, written at different stages of his life. No one knew about this, except one of his best friends and neighbor— Peter.

Peter had found them during a game of hide and seek years ago— but he made a promise to never tell anyone, especially you. However, he was getting tired of the hopeless flirting between you two. He already had enough with Remus and Sirius doing this— Why did James have to do it too?

Early October was when he reached his limit. You’d all been hanging out together, and don’t ask how since Peter zoned out but he heard you and James ended up picking matching costumes for the McKinnon’s annual Halloween party. It was a couple, if he remembered correctly.

It was just after breakfast when the letters arrived. You went to check the mailbox for your parents, and were shocked to find a handful of letters addressed to you, written with handwriting that was a little too familiar. You could tell they’d been written during different times but they all were by the same person.

Your closest friend, and the guy you’ve liked for the past 3 years.

You tried to act normally as you made your way to your bedroom, though you felt too curious to wait. You opened the first letter— the oldest from what you could tell— and your cheeks warmed up.

The handwriting was quite messy, and it seemed to be written out in a rush, but the message it had was obvious: this was a confession letter. From the moment James had realized he liked you.

James Potter. He liked you. You. It felt like a dream, dizzying you. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt it might beat out of your chest. Still, you continued reading through all the letters, recalling moments from the years of your friendship that made him fall deeper and deeper into those feelings. As you reached the last one, you noted that it seemed to be written quite recently. The envelope didn’t look as worn out as the others, and the penmanship looked closest to his current one.

It was dated just a few days ago— the day you’d chosen your costumes. The entire letter brought warmth to your entire body, and it made you all too aware of your own feelings for him. You could almost hear his voice— low and raspy, whispering in your ear— as you read it.

When your eyes landed on the final line, your breath caught. Ps, I think I might love you, it read. It felt as if though the entire world had stopped and you were in heaven.

You placed all the letters back into their envelopes as gently as you could, placing them on your nightstand before you rushed out of your room, down the stairs, and out of your house. You walked over to the Potter household, cheeks flushed, and knocked on the door. You almost stopped breathing as your eyes met with James. And before you could help yourself, the words tumbled out of your mouth.

“I think I might love you too.”

They were far too airy and far too soft for your liking. Still, you needed to get them off your chest. For a moment, he looked so utterly lost, then embarrassed, and finally he seemed to understand what you said. You loved him.

His warm hands landed on your hips and he pulled you inside the house, shutting the door before his lips brushed against yours. He whispered out your name as if it were a prayer, resting his forehead against yours.

“Would it be okay if I kiss you?” he asked, his voice almost as airy as yours had been. And you nodded. You nodded your head, unable to produce words, and he kissed you.

His lips were soft, and he tasted like cinnamon and chocolate. Your arms wrapped around his neck, humming sweetly into the kiss. It felt like time stopped and had sped up all at once. The kiss ended quicker than you would’ve wanted, but then again you didn’t want to stop kissing him at all.

Somewhere in his house, Peter felt like his worries had finally left him. And he knew he made the right choice mailing those letters.

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lowk gotta start every sentence with lowk

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“She’s a beauty, that one.”

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“So you’re a..?”

“Slytherin, sir.”

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—TUNING IN

｡ ﾟ ☁︎ masterlist

౨ৎ. PJO ౨ৎ. MARAUDERS ౨ৎ. FRUITS BASKET

percy jackson • jason grace • leo valdez • annabeth chase • hazel levesque • ethan nakamura • clarisse la rue • drew tanaka • piper mclean • thalia grace • james potter • sirius black • lily evans • remus lupin • mary macdonald • marlene mckinnon • pandora rosier • evan rosier • barty crouch jr • dorcas meadows • sybill trelawney, andromeda black • bellatrix black • narcissa black • regulus black • emmaline vance • kyo sohma, yuki sohma • tohru honda • hatori sohma • hatsuharu sohma • rin sohma • shigure sohma • momiji sohma • hiro sohma • kagura sohma • arisa uotani • hanajima saki

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# 💌 .ᐟ Maybe you’re just way too plain to be interesting

🎟️ ★ Baby keep talking but nobody’s listening

requests are… 🕰️: OPEN

+ — MY boundaries

౨ৎ. NO to:

yandere,

weird kinks,

incest,

strange stuff

explicit smut

౨ৎ. requests will only be accepted when they're open— it they're closed, i won't accept them.

౨ৎ. I'm not open to doing explicit smut, BUT for suggestive content all the characters will be aged up!

౨ৎ. i'll try to answer at least 1-2 requests per week. i do have things to do outside of this, and i tend to be busy a lot. this doesn't mean i won't do more, but that's the minimum i can do.

౨ৎ. i'm open to writing oneshots, headcanons and blurbs, but please try to specify in your req which one you want. if not specified, it'll be up to me.

౨ৎ. in the case of characters with a canonical sexual orientation, I will not write requests that go against it. this means: LGBTQ+ characters, i will only write with their corresponding preferences.

౨ৎ. i won't really be writing male reader pov (personal preference) but l'm open to use a natural gender if requested!

౨ৎ. i can do poly relationships, but i'm only willing to do fluff.

౨ৎ. please avoid making big age gap reqs! (i won't do anything more than 2+ years.)

౨ৎ. please understand that angst might take me longer to write for

NO HATE SPEECH! if you comment or make any reference that may be offensive to a group or community, i will block your account & delete your comment.

IF YOU WANNA BE MOOTS! please don't feel shy about asking or anything that has to do with talking to me. i’m a huge yapper. the only thing i ask is to have your age specified in your profile! (i don’t wanna be friends with creeps loves).

CREDITS! if you want to use any of my scenarios, texts or anything i’ve written, please ask permission first. i’m not against my ideas being used, but please give credit or contact me first.

+ — extra

౨ৎ. i will write for any character that is on my masterlist!

౨ৎ. in case your character is not from any of the fandoms (or on the lists) i put on my masterlist, please ask me before requesting it.

౨ৎ. if i don't know or am not familiar with the character you are requesting, i won't do it because i know i won’t characterize them properly— please understand!

౨ৎ. i can do either ships or canon character x reader— please specify which one you want in your request!

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I wish I had a boyfriend ☹️

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Meet the Writer

AKA. an intro to me & my works

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

꩜.ᐟ

𐙚 PAU— ౨ৎ ⸝⸝⸝

⤷ nickname & what I go by

teen writer. not a poet. fiction writer. fantasy writer. romance(subplot) writer. murder mystery writer. 

inspired by shatter me (tahereh mafi), the naturals (jennifer lynn-barnes), six of crows (leigh bardugo), lockwood and co. (jonathan stroud), twilight (stephanie meyers), & percy jackson (rick riordan).

I have several wip’s that i’m working on. The ones i’m primarily focused on right now are:

Summer’s Kiss, which is a story inspired by the movie Sky High and the book The Reappearance of Rachel Price by Holly Jackson. It follows six teens investigating the alleged murder of their town’s golden girl.

Melancholy, which is a PJO versed fic in an au (alternate universe) set after the war but before the Lost Hero in which Ethan Nakamura lives and the prophecy of the seven is changed. It isn’t very canon compliant, and has a few oc’s (original characters) in it, like the main character.

Locked with no Key, which is a Cinderella-ish inspired story following a royal seer, her guard, and the crowned prince all running against the clock in attempts to change a vision.

The only one currently available to read is Melancholy on wattpad.

𐙚 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ᴘᴀᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ꩜ .ᐟ

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Melancholy

"Melancholy is a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause."

...

"Is that what you feel, Ethan?"

"Is that not where your drive comes from as well, Danger?"

"Death is only cruelty to those undeserving of its pain."

Ethan Nakamura had never considered himself redeemable in any way.

He thought that though the approach was wrong, Luke's motives were correct. He regretted nothing of what he did except not dying. But Percy Jackson gave him a second chance- and somehow, so had the rest of Camp Half-Blood.

Never once did he deem himself worthy of it. In fact, he wanted to reject it. But Percy was gone now, and he wasn't going to waste the chance to make himself stronger. He was going to find Poseidon's son, even if that was the last thing he ever did.

It was the least he could do.

Naia Burton had never lied.

16 years of living, and the girl was incapable of lying. But that didn't matter to people didn't know her, and there was no reason for them to believe her. Her father had been struck down by lightning and vanished- she had seen it with her own eyes- but there was no way it was possible.

Never before had Naia lived on the streets before that moment. The girl had been spoiled beyond compare by her father, as had her sisters. It was no secret. But he was a liar, and now he was gone. And Naia vowed to find out the truth, even if it was the last thing she ever did.

It was the least she could do.

In which,

Ethan Nakamura lives to see another day. Coaxed into returning to camp, the demigod trains every hour he can to strengthen himself.

He will bring back his friend.

Naia Burton won't stop running until she is safe. Bloodied and bruised, the girl collapses at the boarders of the so called safe haven made for those like her.

She will prove her innocence.



Canon Characters

1. ౨ৎ "We do not choose who we are in this place. If I were you, I'd get out while I still can."

𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚, son of Nemesis

2. ౨ৎ         "No, you cannot just tell everyone about the cat."

𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝘀 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀, son of Hypnos

3. ౨ৎ         "I will never apologize for being hurt. You allowed this, now I will grieve it."

𝗗𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗮, daughter of Aphrodite

4. ౨ৎ         "My brother trusts a stranger more than he trusts me— of course I am upset!"

𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲, son of Nemesis

5. ౨ৎ         "Time isn't as linear or clear as it seems— nothing is set in stone but the past."

𝗥𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗲, the Oracle of Delphi

6. ౨ৎ         "You, Nakamura, don't give yourself enough credit. You do more than you see."

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲 𝗟𝗮 𝗥𝘂𝗲, daughter of Ares

Original Characters

1. ౨ৎ         "You cannot claim to understand the pain of a burden you've never carried."

𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧,   daughter of Styx

2. ౨ৎ         "Will this get easier? I saw us."

𝗘𝗺𝗯𝗲���𝗹𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗰 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻,   mortal plagued by visions

3. ౨ৎ         "Hate me all you want— I never asked to be let inside this hell that you call home."

𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗔𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻,   the mortal exception

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