"Blue flowers bloom in the garden, fragile petals in the breeze, A butterfly dances, unaware of the storm that's coming. Blood will spill in shadows, where laughter fades to cries, The butterfly's wings are clipped, as the blue flower dies."

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Persephone Jackson, daughter of Poseidon, that brought countless ills upon the Greeks. Percy Jackson had spent her entire childhood fighting for the gods. She had survived two wars, countless quests, and Tartarus itself. But the fates would not stand for the legendary half-blood denying her emerging godhood a third time. Thrown back in time to ancient Greece, the daughter of the sea god must raise her sword once more. (Female Percy Jackson) (Time Travel Fanfic)

꧁𖢻• 𝕭𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝕿𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝕬𝐋𝐋 •𖢻꧂ | In which, a true Targaryen dragon is born within the skin of an ethereally beautiful woman ~ or more known as, Princess Maelera Bloodmoon of Houses Targaryen and Royce, spawn of the Rouge Prince . . . She will burn to keep those she loves near, to protect what she loves throughout the flames of war ripping her family apart . . . " 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑝 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ... 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 " - || aegon x OFC x aemond || || season i ~ fire & blood || || started: march 9th, 2023 || || cover by @ me ||

eilulia hamilton bianchi leclerc freedom? what makes something free? no chains to hold you down, fresh starts, a new beginning... but all of those things. isn't it just running? hiding from the ghosts you tell yourself you don't believe in. so what makes this different? falling. that was freedom, right? letting gravity take control because there was no other way. you'd hit the ground and when you did, did it restart and you try again? but what if you didn't get back up? and then, didn't that just make it the same. ⌞ book three in : always the angel, never a god ⌝

don't play games with a 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 who can play 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘰𝘤 book 𝒐𝒏𝒆 in 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 series

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🦢་༘ ┆⌗ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Elara Tonks was written into the sky, and Harry Potter was always meant to read her. ‎ ❪ Harry Potter 𝔁 Fem!Oc ⚝࿐ Prisoner Of Azkaban ─ Deathly Hallows ❫ ──★ ˙🐚 ̟ !! 【 written by 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗿 ╱ 2025 】

Lacey Love Keane has always known how to outrun the past. Lip gloss sharp, heels higher, and heart locked up tight. But in Ballylaggin, the secrets don't stay buried, and the people you love don't always stay yours. Lacey's learning what it means to stay. To build something real. To be seen-and loved-for who she is, not who she's been. But loving Johnny Kavanagh is anything but simple. Because he's choosing her in secret, while the rest of their world falls apart in broad daylight. But nothing stays hidden forever. When ghosts from Lacey's past arrive with teeth, the fragile world she's built starts to crack. As friendships splinter and loyalties blur, the truth threatens to blow everything apart - especially when Lacey is forced to choose between protecting herself, or finally letting someone else try. Meanwhile, Johnny's caught between the girl who's tearing his world open-and the life everyone else built for him. To love Lacey means standing still when he's meant to run, and fighting battles that aren't his - yet somehow feel like they always have been. In a town that loves to talk, a secret love can't last forever. She's chasing her youth. He's chasing her. And the truth? It's catching up with them both.