Percy Jackson's had a rough go of things - there's not a demigod in the world who hasn't. But things for him have been rough even by demigod standards. Then he meets one Dean Winchester, and he's thrown headlong into the hunting scene, which is made up of a lot of the same problems he left behind, but he sticks around, anyway. Life's pretty cool when you're finally entering the latter stages of your grief. Then John Winchester goes missing. Life's a lot less cool after that (even if John sucks). It's up to Percy, Dean, and Sam to find John Winchester, and maybe they'll grow a bit along the way. Maybe they'll kill some monsters. Percy isn't entirely sure - he just wants to take a nap.

WARNING: this book is about PTSD. Percy is blamed for what happens in the last battle. The deaths of the seven, Nico, Reyna, camp. All of them gone. even Annabeth, who had survived torture in hell with him. As punishment, He is cursed with a type of immortality. He can only die when they feel he has repaid his crimes. The gods send him back in time to live out the past. Take the slow road. Percy disowns his name. Going only by the first part of his last name..Jack. Centuries pass and he becomes known as Jack Frost. Now, time has finally brought him back to where he belongs. A year where all his friends and family are alive..and he's nowhere near them. To distract himself from the pain, he takes a teaching job..at Hogwarts.

MIRACULOUS / DC HERO FANFIC Everyone knows that Damian Wayne doesn't have any friends; he pushes away anyone who wants to get close to him, denies those close to him the knowledge that he cares, vehemently refuses to be in the presence of wanna-be suitors. He simply isn't social. Marinette Dupain-Cheng changed that, changed the way he views friendship- -though he'd still deny that he's friends with anyone- -and it's not long before their friendship, that grew when she arrived at Gotham Academy, turns into romance, which turns into shared promises and midnight kisses. Once again everything would change when Marinette was brought back to France by her parents, them declaring that it's been long enough for her to be okay finishing her senior year at 'home'. Only, Paris wasn't home to her, not anymore. Senior year started just as she expected: Immediately bombarded by her old peers and Lila, questioning her, begging for answers, picking apart the differences in how they remember her and how she is now. She hated it. It was only when Marinette heard Lila's lies of being the girlfriend to the heir of Wayne Enterprises himself that she decides to end it all. She had to stop the lies, and Marinette knew how. // Also available on AO3, under the same name and profile name "whoscountinganyway" This is the first book.

Book 2 of the 'Demigod in Gotham' Series When Nico moved to Gotham, all he wanted was to do good. He never asked to be adopted by Bruce Wayne. He never asked for Slade to come after him. He never asked to die. And more than anything else, he never asked to be revived. ---------- "I excused what you did with Slade, but you cannot continue to break rules and put yourself at risk-" Nico laughed. "Excused? You excused it?" Nightwing approached the table, probably knowing where this was going. "Demo-" The demigod ignored his brother. "Slade wanted to sell my people as slaves. Not only did he deserve to die, but he needed to." Bruce stood up, his hands on the table. "Slade's death was not your call and I respected that-" "No, you were forced to accept it because you couldn't stop me. You wanted me to spare him, just like every single one of your sons have up until that point, but how did that work out? When did Slade ever face justice for all the things he had done after they spared him? He deserved to die for everything he had done!" "It is not our place-" "Then thank f*ck that it actually was my place to do what you never could!" Bruce clenched his jaw. They stared at each other for a long moment before Bruce finally said, "We fight for justice, not vengeance. If you allow yourself to sink down to that place, you may never come back. It will kill you if you keep on fighting to avenge things that have not even happened yet" Nico stared at his father, the rage that had been boiling underneath his skin every second since he had woken up back in November began to break through the surface. He took off his domino mask and tossed it onto the table, making sure that Bruce had to look at his eyes-- the ones that no longer resembled the fourteen year old that Bruce had once asked to join his family. "Good thing I already died then." --------- daily updates @ 12:15 am EST (starting April 8th )

Nico had two goals when he moved to Gotham #1- help new demigods get to Camp #2- don't meet the Waynes He didn't have anything against the family, how could he when he was only told about them the day before he moved, but he had heard about the serial adoption of black haired kids. He already had a strained relationship with his father, he didn't need a second one. -------- As Nico sat in the park with the random boys he befriended, he finally felt normal. They didn't know who his father was; hell, they thought his father was dead. He was quite literally the most free he had been since Italy and even then, it was under Mussolini at the time so that was a bit of a stretch. The calm seemed universal throughout the group until Tim's phone rang. "Oh shit, it's Bruce." Immediately all of them were on alert scanning the surrounding area while Tim talked on the phone, panic in his eyes. "He was on the other side of the park for a walk between meetings and saw a picture of us walking in the park online," Tim said as soon as he hung up. "Wait wait wait" Nico said as Jason looked like he was preparing to literally throw him into the tree. "Bruce as in Bruce Wayne? You're the Wayne's?! And why are you acting like he's gonna shoot me on sight?" "He's gonna shoot adoption papers at you." Damian mumbled, once again begrudgingly reviving a high five from Tim and Dick. Jason just rolled his eyes as he made his hands a step for Nico to get in the tree. "Yes we're the Wayne's. How do you know of us, but not have a clue what we look like?" Nico climbed onto the lowest branch that was a good six feet off the ground. "I was technically homeless until a few months ago and just got a phone last month, sue me for never seeing a picture," he said in a whisper yell before continuing to scale the tree. -------- Daily updates at 12:15am EST

Dr. Perseus Jackson and Dr. Bruce Banner are in the run for a Nobel Prize. Percy Jackson is also getting into celebrities cars. Tony wonders why. He also wonders why all of the above are signs of an incoming Pandemonium. . . . . Percy Jackson x Apollo Percy Jackson x Marvel Avengers Crossover Cross posted on Ao3

i can't write full books so here's my brain dump peter parker one shots where most of them are sad asf and we have our dead guy to come comfort him because who doesn't love hurt-comfort? (including lots of overused tropes bc why tf not) live laugh love irondad guess what- there's trigger warnings! tw: abuse, death, mental illness, suicide, self-harm, eating disorders, sexual assault, etc (i do not own most of the characters)

Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston

The world is not black and white. It is not grey, nor is it anywhere close to monochrome. The world was made of rainbows. Beautiful, terrifying rainbows. Killua Zoldyck knew these things, even if he hadn't, at first. And yet, even as he knew these things, he still managed to see his life through the bleak eyes of one who knew only death and pain. Because Killua, before learning of colors, was taught to fade into- to become- the darkness. Then Gon had arrived, bringing with him a plethora of yellows and blues and green- so much green- and Killua lost sight of the darkness. For a moment, it receded into the background. But only for a moment. Killua didn't want to lose his memories of the colors, but he did wonder if things would have been easier if he'd just gone along with the life laid out before him. The fear of losing the colors was what made them painful in the first place, but Killua couldn't help it. Once he'd seen them, he could never forget, even as their absence reverberated through his soul. The rain was grey. Soft, and light, but grey. A different shade than the one he'd grown up with, but still, grey had always brought him so much suffering. Would it stop, if he stopped struggling against it? In any case, Killua's world had disappeared, in the rain, and when he'd opened his eyes, the rain was bluer than he remembered. Pellets creating a barrage instead of droplets that melted on his cheeks. For a while, he returned to the shadows. When he finally emerged, he heard whispers of heroes and villains, of vigilantes. Of quirks. Killua knew far too much for his age, yet at the same time, far too little. But one thing he did know was that he did not want glory, he did not want fame or money. Killua wanted the colors, the fun, the laughter. And he'd do anything to get it. Now, remember one thing: Killua Zoldyck is not a villain. But he is far from a hero. *This fanfiction is inspired by other works of the genre; see the first page