(A Jason Todd x Avengers crossover) It wasn't a secret that Jason isn't the easiest person to get along with. It was why the Bats and the Justice League always kept him at arms length until they needed him. So imagine Jason's surprise when he manages to find a family in the Avengers. or: that one time Jason decided to be a decent human being and helped someone fight off a bunch of ninjas.

"Rosemary Blue Aldine, a force to be reckoned with. She was the youngest female Victor, and is adored by The Capitol." "She looks harmless." "That, Katniss, is why you need to be careful with little Rosie. She not only has every person in The Capitol wrapped around her finger, she also has Finnick who would cut his arm off to save her." "Didn't she have a breakdown?" "A big one, but now she's angry. She won't just throw one knife, she'll throw two before you even see them coming. Trust me, she threw a knife at me a few years back, it almost cut my ear in half, and that was a warning." "So how do we beat her?" "Oh, I have no clue." • Despite the urge to simply accept her death sentence, a promise to her family kept her going. Gone was innocent Rosie who loved collecting flowers, the second her fate was sealed and she walked up onto the podium, she became a pawn of The Capitol. No one ever wins The Games, it's all about how much you lose. And it felt like Rosemary lost everything she loved, stripped from her piece by piece. But she still had him, and she'd sooner die than let go.

After Kara Ashford was stripped away from the home of her murdered parents in the mortal world, she was raised in Elfhame, where her mother was born. As a half-Fae, half-mortal, she struggles against discrimination and repression, especially from the youngest son of the High King, Cardan Greenbriar. Kara must lie and lust and kill to keep herself on the chessboard game of power, or risk being swept off the game. Or perhaps she will burn the chessboard down. If only to keep those she loves alive. ☆ Credits to Holly Black, original creator of The Folk of Air series. All characters belong to her, except those that don't.

𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐄: ༒︎ a fae born in the realm of her kind, yet nothing like who she was supposed to be. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄: ༒︎a prince forced to be ruthless, yet all he could do not to, still falls hopelessly for her. 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. ❝Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?❞ ❝Have I told you, you look as every bit of the cold, unfeeling monster you are?❞ ❝I cannot.❞ ❝Neither can I.❞ 🗡the folk of the air series belong to author holly black! 🗡the cover images belong to original creators on pinterest! 🗡all creative license and graphic editing credit goes to author coremakii!

Eleanor "Len" Lennox is a survivor. Scarred, feral, and feared by all, she thrives in the chaos of Basgiath War College. When she bonds with Noxarathian-an ancient, deadly white dragon known for killing his riders-Len becomes something extraordinary. Together, they wield Shadowfire, a destructive power capable of annihilating the Venin threatening Navarre. But beneath her terrifying reputation lies a fractured soul. Len keeps her scars, her pain, and her dark past hidden, even from her closest friends, Xaden Riorson and Bodhi Durran. The only person who dares to break through her walls is Garrick Tavis, the one man who might teach her what it means to love-and to heal. As rebellion brews and the Venin's power grows, Len must embrace the shadows within her. Because saving the people she loves might demand the ultimate sacrifice.

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

In Which Chloé Bourgeois Is More Than Just the Mayor's Bratty Daughter (Chloé Bourgeois X OC Malfoy) (Cover From Pinterest)

in memory of those who chose the sea. ALEXANDRA JACKSON / GRIFFIN BAUDELAIRE TLT - TLO © BLOWING-SMOKE

Bellerose Potter-or perhaps Sally Jackson. She often misses her old life, half the time wishing Percy could have a better, brighter experience than the one she had. She never told her son, nor Poseidon, what her past was really like. She knows they love her, gods and all, but she couldn't bear to let Percy go. But that's about to change. Now, she only hopes she'll have the chance to apologize.

In which Perseus Jackson finds out that he is a Demi God- and now is stuck at some camp for mentally disabled kids, with Annabeth Malfoy the daughter of Athena, the one person he truly despises because of how obnoxious and prideful she was, not to mention mean. But opinions and relations tend to change over time. Especially when he finds himself falling for her snarky comments and her pretty grey eyes. And now all of Hogwarts was going to witness their past. (Cover From Pinterest)