˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ ethereal ❝ how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin? ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the son of poseidon completely wrecks a particular girl's peace, inherently building a bond so strong that it could either be the key to unravelling a tragic curse, or bring about the downfall of not only their love, but also their existence． [ percy jackson x fem!oc ] [ book one out of two in the celestial series ] [ an original espressomysh fanfiction ] [ the lightning thief - the last olympian ] [ book-based fanfiction ] [ the layout, original plot, and original characters - such as estelle and arianna - all belong to me ] [ based off of the book series 'percy jackson and the olympians' by rick riordan ]

❛❛there's summer in the skies, the water matches your eyes.❜❜ percy jackson x fem!oc

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 🧸ྀི one of the girls ❝ i just wanna be one of your girls tonight ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈 𝐇 the fiercest boy at camp somehow manages to win over the only girl everyone thought he couldn't ． [ pjo moc x foc ] [ an original espressomysh fanfiction ] [ book based fanfiction ] [ the layout, original plot, and original characters(such as madeline and tristan) all belong to me ]

Jade Sutto and Leo Valdez are completely and utterly wrong for each other. But then how could the daughter of Dionysus and son of Hephaestus work so well? The foursome are sent on a quest-one that could get them killed in brutal, horrific ways. They know the risks, but as they say... "the risk isn't as great as the reward". They must find answers, find Hera, find memories. And maybe find themselves in each other, too. DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Heroes of Olympus story or characters, all credit goes to Rick Riordan. I only own my oc and her plot.

⌞for a heart full of words.⌝ © 2024 aremeich | all rights reserved. - ⪩⪨ a poetry collection

❝ i was tame, i was gentle till the circus life made me mean. don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth. ❞ book 𝟏 in the 'mad woman' series ! this is in no way connected to the 'pyrrhic love' universe !

stories i tucked away in the dead of night, only to be illuminated by the muse of all muses: the moon, and her ever quiescent beauty.