┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ You say, "Maybe we make our own destiny" But I know that we're destined to break - When Rhaenyra received a raven from her husband Daemon that her sweet, innocent daughter had been killed by her one-eyed half-brother, she collapsed, and she screamed so loudly that all people in Dragonstone heard her mournful scream for the loss of her daughter. - What the people didn't know was that a black smoke just appeared out of nowhere and teleported them to a room with little light with people they didn't know, some people from the past, or their enemies, just to watch the people princess's second life. - FemLucerys x Daeron Targaryen FemLucerys x ??? FemPercy Jackson X ??? A/N: This story is inspired by all those who created some wtm (watching the movie), so I wanna credit all of them because they inspired me to make this. I'll re-edit everything.

"𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐡, 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞" IN WHICH Percy Jackson defies the odds once again

A Female Percy Jackson and Male Annabeth Chase story. In which Andrew, the runaway son of Batman, fled the chaos of Gotham when the weight of legacy, grief, and expectations became too much - only to be yanked back into the madness he left behind when Percy Jackson plays the ultimate card: "Your lost son is in trouble, so give us your plane." Now Bruce Wayne's private jet is en route to San Diego, carrying three demigods, a brooding billionaire, and a very confused Tim Drake - because when gods and monsters collide with Gotham's elite, things are bound to get complicated.

Fem Percy Jackson as Damian Damian Wayne did not hesitate the night she walked out of her father's house. Not once did she glance over her shoulder. She left without fanfare, without goodbye-only silence trailing behind her like a fading shadow. And now, somehow, impossibly, she was back. Back among the people she had left behind. But now they were just Strangers with familiar eyes. Every gaze was thick with something unsaid, every breath caught between disbelief and heartbreak. She couldn't remember them. How funny. But at least she remembered the name of the Pretty Blond Boy! A WORK IN PROGRESS Random Updates

IN WHICH the half-sister of Jeremy and Elena returns to Mystic Falls after suffering the loss from a Greek war [unscheduled updates]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ᴘᴊᴏ x ʜᴘ ๑▬▬▬▬● 𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝒉𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤, 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐑𝐡𝐞𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑𝑠. 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝑆𝒉𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝐹𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝒉𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. ● ғᴇᴍ ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ● ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴇʀᴀ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ᴾᵉʳᶜʸ ᴶᵃᶜᵏˢᵒⁿ & ᵗʰᵉ ᴼˡʸᵐᵖⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᴿⁱᶜᵏ ᴿⁱᵒʳᵈᵃⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴴᵃʳʳʸ ᴾᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᴶ.ᴷ. ᴿᵒʷˡⁱⁿᵍ. ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵒʳ ʷᵒʳˡᵈˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠʳᵃⁿᶜʰⁱˢᵉˢ.

Gender bent Percy's and Annabeth A Female Jason Todd story. (Percy and Jason are one person!)

Death had a plan. The magical war had ended. Queen Alicent was moments away from giving birth. All the pieces were in place-until the Fates intervened. They demanded a preview. Not a full revelation-just enough for soul resonance to stir when the moment of convergence truly arrived. And honestly? The gods were bored. The Lord of Light, the Many-Faced God, the Old Gods and the New, the Seven, even Mother Magic herself-bored out of their divine minds. So they did what any ancient cosmic forces would do: They put on a show. A literal show. A gathering of two realms-those of magic and of fire and blood. The witches and wizards. The kings and queens. The dragons and the wand-bearers. None of them remember this afterward. Not entirely. But somewhere deep inside, something changes. And at the center of it all is one soul. Sitara Evangeline Potter Black-a girl who died in childbirth only to rise again, reborn in another world, another body. She will become Alicent Hightower, mother and protector of the Targaryen Dynasty, But she was once the Girl-Who-Lived. If you're ready to witness what even the gods wanted to watch... Come along. The show is about to begin.

Thalia grimaced. 'I know a place we can go, but Annabeth won't like it.' Percy couldn't care less of Annabeth's feelings on the matter, he just needed her to be safe. - On paper, Anne Elizabeth was born to the notorious Bruce Wayne and Athena Parthenos but if you would ask her, she didn't consider them family. To Annabeth, family was the ones you chose and she would do anything for them. Even if they were blown up in Ethiopia, transpired into a Pine Tree, and became as jaded as the sharp rocks she used to hurl at the Gods. Jaded enough to push the weight of the world upon her very shoulders.... Well, Annabeth would do anything for her family. Just another Anne Elizabeth wayne story. Lots of Mythology x Gotham worldbuilding. Crossposted on Ao3.

After the war, Lyra Potter is utterly, completely, and unapologetically done with the wizarding world. The media? Shitstorm. The Ministry? Corrupt as ever. The so-called Light Lords? Idiots. The so-called Dark Lords? Even bigger idiots. So, despite her well-meaning (but infuriating) friends, Lyra packs up, flips the wizarding world the metaphorical bird, takes her godson Teddy, and vanishes. Her destination? Mystic Falls. A quiet, unassuming town where one of her Black ancestors once built a lavish estate-the Black Palace. She hopes for peace and quiet-a fresh start, away from magic, war, and endless expectations. But deep down? She knows better. There is no peace for her. Why? Because she is, after all, Death's Little Angel of Chaos. And a Potter. She doesn't seek trouble. Trouble finds her. And so, before she even realizes it, she's swept up in yet another whirlwind- Only this time, it's not scheming politicians, megalomaniac wizards, or dark prophecies. This time, it's- Vampires. Werewolves. Shapeshifters. Doppelgängers-apparently, she's one. An ancient ancestor who oddly approves of her. An annoying twin she has zero interest in. Two ridiculously dramatic vampire brothers. And an entire family of goddamn Originals. What has the world come to? Nothing. Just a storm called love hitting her in the most unexpected way. Her? Entangled with the Original Hybrid of all people? And did she mention she has her little godson with her? "You have got to be joking," she thinks.