Like calls to Like - that's what the saying was. The silence that had accompanied Azriel for his entire life had always been coupled with the darkness that /was/ him; in his head, in his soul, in the shadows he wielded. She was paradise and a maelstrom of chaos; his equal in every capacity and together, they were a fate worse than death itself. . "Feeling brave? I promise it'll hurt so good."

marley always thought it would be her and herself to the end. after a sudden shift in dynamic in a relationship with a close friend, and his behavior, this no longer seems probable. the anxious-avoidance style developed in her younger years tells her this is equally as thrilling as it is terrifying. marley grows in ways she never would have imagined when a boy she'd always viewed as the sun comes in to shine through her rain, and teach her what true love really is. foolish knew from the start marley bloom would be a problem. with her stupidly gorgeous green eyes and the annoyingly perfect freckles and ink decorating her skin. that obnoxiously bright smile paired with that terribly cute laugh; the dreadfully beautiful talent she possesses in a single, delicate pinky finger greater than anything in his buffer build. she'd always seemed so far out of reach. until she wasn't.

"ROO ROO ROO." "STOP BARKING AT ME YOU LITTLE WITCH." ⍟ "it's not your responsibility to protect me." "lindsey, even if i saw you as just a friend it is my responsibility to protect you because that's what friends do." [written august 2021-february 2022.]

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

In which Percy Jackson finds himself tied up with the mischievous daughter of Apollo. or In which Juliet Alexander would do anything to make the son of Poseidon smile.

"Name one hero who was happy." -Madeline Miller Book 2 of the LUNACY SERIES Percy Jackson x fem!oc Jason Grace x fem!oc Leo Valdez x masc!oc HOO book 1 - book 5

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING "We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence." -Madeline Miller Book 1 of the LUNACY SERIES Percy x fem!oc PJO book 1 - book 5

In which the fates have done everything to keep them apart but Juliet and Percy are stuck by glue. Or In which they escape death just to be together. 𝗦𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘅𝗶𝗿

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"