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A Merry Shippy ChristmasContains: Thaluke, Leyna, Chrisse, Frazel and Percabeth. A few spoilers. I really outdone myself, haven't I? Enjoy, my little fluff lovers. There's also my pathetic attempt to put my OC with Octavian in this story. Sorry 'bout that.A Merry Shippy Christmas by ChristineAnne25
AN: A lot like my other Leyna fic, Anniversary. I'm sorry I'm too unoriginal enough. D:
"Hey, Clarisse? What do you want for Christmas?" Chris piped up as his girlfriend threw javelins across the waters of the beach, probably killing unlucky sea creatures every once in a while. It was a wonder the beach wasn't frozen. Snow covered the ground of Camp Half-Blood. She did promise to rid the beach of sea monsters so unlucky campers won't have to worry about sea monsters biting at their ankles in their free time, although she didn't know who'd want to be swimming in a beach in wintertime.
She frowned. "I don't really know." she tossed another javelin to the waters, and a monster roared in pain. Chris flinched. "I
Seaweed GirlPercy Jackson and the OlympiansSeaweed Girl by gemini-by-nature
Annabeth had to admit, Percy did look pretty hot shirtless.
Not that she'd ever say it to his face, of course – he already had a bit of a blown-up head for his own good, let alone how embarrassing that would ever be to say out loud. She couldn't even fathom the idea of telling him.
Still, their relationship was going well so far. Camp Half-Blood was finally at peace – a rare moment in time – and so she was going to enjoy it as much as possible. The sun had spoiled the strawberry fields with blissful rays that snuggled her insides like a blanket and a mug of hot chocolate. Clouds… what clouds? Cerulean and azure lined the horizon, mirroring the shades of the heavens and scents of freshly-cut grass and spring breeze soothed her bubbling senses.
It was a good day, Annabeth thought, as she watched the sea (and her boyfriend) from a safe distance.
Then, she noticed, Percy had vanished. While sh
Crossover I'd love to seePJO and HoO characters...Crossover I'd love to see by theWeaverofTales
ClosureThis is it.Closure by EvilEspressoDrinks
What he's been wanting, yearning for all of these years.
He can't shake the whispers in his head out, and they keep asking Why? How is this even possible? Why is this even possible?
He knows that he needs to try, because something this big- special - would only happen once.
He was promised that. He knows the promise is unbreakable.
Leo Valdez and Nico di Angelo stand on the grounds of the Memorial Oaks Cemetery in Houston, Texas.
The two had waited for the place to close before walking throughout the area, and had turned off the cameras so any night security from the
cemetery-tower wouldn't see them. Though, Leo figured that the donut-dunkers had already fallen asleep considering that the time was about 3am.
The son of fire remembers Memorial Oaks pretty dang well, seeing as he visited with every chance he could get, and he had gotten a lot of chances.
No one really cared enough to not let him leave. He o
(Request #2) The Test of Ares--Part 1The snow that fell from the sky was light and powdery, the kind that the skiers and snowboarders rush out to meet. The kind that rests on the ground like a fluffy mattress. The sky was a light blue with white, wispy clouds hanging in the air, making their way across the blue like a snake. It was on one of these days that a frail young girl decided to go ice skating.(Request #2) The Test of Ares--Part 1 by ClovistheNinjaKing
The winter was cold enough to where a white sheet of ice had covered the large lake outside the orphanage, making it as solid as brick. Her body lithe and agile, she leaped into the air, closing her eyes and the blades of her skates landed, balanced, on the ice. Twisting her body, she spun as she made contact with the ice, quickly changing direction and crouched a bit, leaning forward to propel herself along, her straight black hair flowing behind her like a curtain.
She heard an encouraging little shout and her head swiveled around as she tried to meet the source of the voice, sm
The Graveyard Gift ShopThe Graveyard Gift ShopThe Graveyard Gift Shop by ToBeQuiteFrank
A pair of eyes peered out from underneath a mess of black hair and Martha had to repeat herself.
"You can't buy tarot cards," she said again. "Not unless you have a parent or guardian with you." The boy's obsidian eyes flickered and Martha wondered how old he was. Fourteen? Fifteen? Not stupid enough to try something untoward with a pack of cards, but, "it's company policy, I'm afraid."
"Okay," he said, and turned to look at the rest of the shop. It was more of a kiosk really, and Martha only worked there three days a week while her youngest daughter was in school and she finished her degree, but Martha was sure that this boy was the most 'graveyard' of all the teens who came to hang around Edinburgh's infamous actual graveyards. The kirkyard was another tourist attraction, hence the kiosk - a few famous Scots had been buried there, and of course there was the Greyfriars Bobby story for the kiddies - but mostly it attracted weirdoes who were int
Bio - Corvus Dawn LyreBio - Corvus Dawn Lyre by Cazuuki
Full Name: Corvus Dawn Lyre
Corvus - Latin for raven or crow, symbols of Apollo, small constellation in the southern sky
Dawn - Diana, sunrise
Lyre - a plucked string instrument associated with ancient Greece and consisting of a U-shaped frame with a crossbar from which the strings stretch down to the sound box; symbol of Apollo
Hometown: New York City
Current Residence: N/A
Blood Type: O+
-People with the Type O positive blood group, are said to be creative, confident and quite popular, they enjoy being the centre of attention. Type O positives are also outgoing and very social, though mostly initiators, they may never get to finish what they start.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthday: August 15, 1997
Chinese Zodiac: Dragon
Compatibility: Monkey or Rat
Greek Zodiac: Leo
Ruling Planet(s): Sun
Hair Color: Sunflower Blonde
Hair Type: Her hair is
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