"They're here because of me, right? Because I'm Peter Parker? Then make everyone forget I exist. Make it so no one knows who Peter Parker is." Stephen had to bite back a scoff, "I'm sorry, Peter, but even making everyone forget you exist won't be enough. Your very existence is the problem now. To fix this, we need to- I will need to erase you." "What-what? What do you-" "I'm sorry, Peter. If I had more time, maybe I could find another solution, but at our current state, all I could do, is make it so you never existed in our universe." "Never exist? You mean, I-I'll die? Again?" Peter's voice trembled. "You won't have to. I can send you to a different universe, one where Peter Parker- where Spider-Man has never existed. You won't have to die, you won't exist here anymore, but you can still live." Stephen chose to omit how low the success rate was. He wanted to give the kid hope. "Live a good life, Peter." --- a/n: hello, got obsessed with this fanfic idea. Basically alternate ending to No Way Home, where Peter gets thrown in the middle of Gotham instead of just everyone forgetting who he is. Mostly inspired by Leap of Faith and IQ 250 on AO3, and Wayne Family Adventures from Webtoon. Not sure how long this will go, or where the plot will go. I just have a checklist of stuff I want Peter and the Batfam to do. Dick Grayson is Richard Parker.

Valeria Jackson has survived more than most people do in a lifetime. Two wars. Countless losses. A childhood traded for survival. With the world finally safe, she leaves behind everything she's ever known-the battlefields, the heartbreak, the ghosts that refuse to stay buried. Seeking something she's never truly had, Valeria disappears into Gotham, a city as bruised and restless as she is. It's not kind, it's not safe, but it's far from the people and memories that haunt her steps. But some battles never really end... they just follow you home. In a city built on crime, masks, and broken heroes, Valeria must decide who she wants to be: the girl shaped by war, or the woman strong enough to outlive it. Eventual Jason Todd x OC Disclaimer: All rights to anything outside of Valeria go to DC and Rick Riordan Not Edited Yet I have so many ideas I'm trying to get them all written down before I forget! I will edit it once the story is completed

She was raised in blood, trained to survive, and taught never to break. Riley Zeppelin Winchester knows what it means to lose everything. After watching her father die at sixteen, she's spent years carrying the weight of a past she can't outrun-and mistakes she can't forgive. Gotham was supposed to be behind her. The mask. The name Echo. The life she buried. But when she returns, the city hasn't forgotten her. Very Loosely follows some of Young Justice/Batman Under the Red Hood/etc

The war against Darkseid is over. The world was saved. And Nyx was erased from existence. Except... she didn't stay gone. Now stranded in a timeline where no one remembers her, Nyx returns to Gotham-the city that used to be her home, and the people who used to be her family. Batman. Nightwing. Red Robin. Robin Jason. As fragments of memory begin to resurface, Nyx realizes something is very wrong. Her magic is unstable. The past isn't staying buried. And something bigger is coming. Because when a god loses control of his daughter- He doesn't let her go. And Nyx might be the only thing standing between Earth... and another war.

So apparently, the Shadow World has rules. That's cute. I'm Ayme Espinoza. Daughter of Poseidon. No angel blood. No heavenly permission slip. No interest in kneeling for a system that wasn't built for me in the first place. And yet their runes burn brighter on my skin than they do on theirs. Demons fall faster when I'm in the room. Magic shifts differently around me. Like it knows what I am. They don't like that. Selene's my cousin. She didn't grow up in the demigod world. She grew up somewhere else - in stone castles and whispered spells and a war most people pretend didn't happen. Now she stands in two worlds at once. The one of gods... and the one of wands. She doesn't have angel blood either. What runs through her veins is older than their angels. Older than their laws. Quiet. Cold. Powerful in a way that doesn't need to shout. She's still learning this world. I'm teaching her how to survive it. Then a hunt goes wrong. Something ancient surfaces - something that doesn't bow to runes or angelic hierarchy. And it doesn't react to them. It reacts to us. Now the watching has started. The measuring. The quiet attempts to decide what we're worth. Here's the thing. You can build walls. You can write laws. You can carve symbols into your skin and call it order. But the sea doesn't kneel. And neither do I. ⚠️ I do not claim ownership over any canon characters, settings, or source material referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective creators. Ayme Espinoza, Selene Lestrange, and original storyline elements are my original creations. ⚠️

(Scream x Black Reader) The two killers stared back at the afro haired girl as she shook against the bed, she obviously couldn't move or fight back, her injuries got infected and caused a high fever to inflame her body. Tears filled her eyes as she watched Billy approach the side of the bed, arms placed behind his back hiding something. His eyes trailed the curves of her body noticing the many deep cuts the girl refused to get treated by them, his heart quickened as he felt not twist in his stomach. "Well make you a deal precious," Billy's voice was smooth as he watched his best friend go still, clearly listening, "If you allow us to treat your wounds, and let this fever settle, I'll consider letting you make the first move with seduction,"

When Harrielle Potter defeated Voldemort, she thought she'd finally get peace in her life. Yet even in death, he haunted her. Broken by grief and depression, she found a way to cope by writing in his old diary. Little did she know that through magic and a breach in time, young Tom Riddle could read every heartfelt thought she poured into those pages.

Reincarnated as... a crow in The Vampire Diaries. Why can't I be Caroline or Bonnie?! Damn you, spirit guide! Why am I a crow?! But not just any crow... Damon Salvatore's crow! Determined to see her long-time crush, Stefan Salvatore, she flutters, spies, and perches her way into his life. "I'll call you Rory. My Rory," Stefan says with a fond smile, aware that the bird understands every word. ⋆.˚𓅨࿐ Everything's fine... until Damon shows up. "What are you doing with my crow, Stefan?" "Rory is my crow!" "Rory?! That's my crow! And you...come here now!" Rory just wants to fly away as the brothers bicker over her... unaware that things are about to get even weirder. ⋆.˚𓅨࿐ "...Wait... I have hands?" ⋆.˚𓅨࿐ Based on the TV series *The Vampire Diaries* by L.J. Smith and its adaptation by Kevin Williamson & Julie Plec. All characters and world elements belong to their respective creators. This is fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only.

Lily Lawson had one obsession since 2009: The Vampire Diaries. While the world chased after Elena Gilbert's tragic beauty, Lily dreamed -she wanted to be Caroline Forbes She even joked that if reincarnation were real, she'd manifest herself into the Vampire Diaries universe as Caroline, far away from Elena's endless doom. Then life and death intervened. A freak lab explosion ended her life. But death wasn't the end. Waking up with honey-blonde waves, piercing blue eyes, and a voice that could charm anyone, Lily realizes her wish came true: she's Caroline Forbes in Mystic Falls. Armed with her foreknowledge of every twist and betrayal, she's ready to change fate, protect those she loves and claim the life she always deserved. Because this time, Caroline Forbes isn't playing by the script. And heaven help anyone who tries to stop her.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚃𝚅 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, '𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜'? 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚊𝚗 𝟷𝟾-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟾-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝. 彡☆ ❝ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❞ - ᴀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛ. © IamMHR