LOUIS BLACKWOOD was always an outcast at Camp Jupiter. That is, until he met Nico Di Angelo. Together, they set out on what is considered a suicide mission. But does that change anything? Not in the slightest. But what happens when things don't turn out the way they were expected to. Secrets being spilled while death lingers along behind them.

❝ '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 .ᐟ ❞ JUDE BELLINGHAM X BLACK WOMAN MC

Dean blinked, not quite understanding. "Sick how?" Rosie pressed a hand to her chest. Pain flared beneath her palm. Sharp now. Wrong. "I'm sick," she repeated. Dean stepped forward immediately. "Okay. I'll take you home. You'll feel better tomorrow." The gentleness in his voice broke her. "No, Dean." Her knees weakened. Beau caught her elbow. "Rosie." She looked at them both through tears. For weeks, she had imagined telling them. Not like this. Never like this. Not in a bar with music pounding and her heart beating irregularly in her chest. UNDER EDITING! Dean Di Laurentis x Oc x Beau Maxwell (Poly) "Jesus, all three of you need a cold shower." -Dexter

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* rafe cameron (au) there's always that one little thing that ruins friendship. and that one thing is exactly what changed the friendship between robin and rafe. and honestly, it wasn't unexpected, but it was still surprising that it even... happened. ❝ pretend i'm someone you never met. ❞ [ rafe x male oc ] [ outer banks au ]

❝ until the end? ❞ ❝until the end. ❞ ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- a story in which a super soldier and a goddess develop an unlikely bond based on the trust that they can't find in other people. cover by @love-quinn marvel's mcu bucky barnes x lilja leifsdottir civil war - thunderbolts* started: may 11, 2025

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it. - e. e cummings opalmuse avatar: way of water omatikayan!oc x neteyam sully

──── ❝ 𝙞 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠. 𝙞 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙞 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡. 𝙞'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙧 𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. ❞ avatar fanfiction ao'nung x female!oc descriptions of violence

IN WHICH, a deaf Metkayina girl and the future chief are torn apart by misunderstandings, but find their way back to each other through love and trust.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦, 𝘐𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘪? 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯? He reaches out and runs his rough palm over her skin. His fingers come back damp with ash-grey powder. He remembers the light line of her smile as she swooped around him. That smile had cost him everything. He doesn't catch it. She'd saved his life. He was sure of that, but why would an ash na'vi help him? And why does he help her? 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, he mutters, wiping her blood off onto the rock beneath them. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. ❥ Aonung was supposed to be strong. He was supposed to protect his people, as a good Olo'eyktan would, but following the battle with the RDA and the mangkwan, the Metkayina are grieving and his duty is greater than ever. Now he must overcome his own loss to save not only his family, but his clan. ❥ Ikari doesn't know how to live without her people. Injured and stranded in the reef without any word from the Mangkwan, she needs to adapt to a new life as learns to heal. With the son of the grieving chief seeming to be just as lonely as her, she might just find this harsh change manageable. She knows a thing or two about duty.