What makes someone a hero? There was only one difference between Percy Jackson and Luke Castellan - and that was luck. Percy was a child of the big three, Luke was not. Percy was protected by his father, Luke was not. All of Percy's prophecies were in his favor. Luke's were not. Priyal lived her first life as a bystander, unable to make a difference to the ones she loved. In her second life, she would never make the same mistakes again - and at the forefront of all her choices was Luke Castellan. © .butterfiygarden 2022 set in the world of percy jackson & the olympians

azula has died and lived 3 lives. once as herself, and twice in other universes, retaining her memory of all three lives. but in her fourth life, she returns back to her own body, once again having to relive her worst life from scratch - and she can't even seem to make a dent in the future. until... she realises there's a new boy traveling with the gaang - who she thinks could be the key to saving herself from her horrible fate.

History crawls into her heart, and the only thing she can do is scream. 𖤓 At sixteen, visions plunge into her heart until she cannot breathe. Being Muggle-born doesn't absolve Rosalie from the curse of reliving the past, of viewing history. Night and day, images of death and vampires and blood continue to terrorize her already volatile heart. She is told to fight, to stay strong in a losing game - so, instead, she distracts herself. Despite her annoyance for Sirius Black, their banter fuels her desire to keep fighting. And when the dislike turns to desire, she ends up arguing with more than just his words. Now, she is at war with her heart, and like the fight outside of Hogwarts, it is a fight she will lose. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀sirius black x fem!oc. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀au crossover w/ wild & ⠀ ⠀ ⠀wicked by @/yllwjckts ⠀ ⠀ ⠀© chresmology 2024 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀THE CHAOS UNIVERSE.

( To hold on tight, to latch onto the seabed while the waves and the wind give their all against you. ) On Paradis Island, Emil Fischer knew love; he found it lodged within the infinitesimal cracks of Wall Rose, rooted in each familiar sycamore tree. But now, stranded in Marley, the whirlwind of his past begins to fade into oblivion as he drifts away gently, letting the insidious current guide his weary feet. OR, a very angsty jean/male oc fic if you prefer.