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

Lena never planned to fall in love. Not with magic, not with Hogwarts, and definitely not with two redheaded idiots who turned her world upside down. But here she is: spellbound, stubborn, and still trying to crochet through the chaos. Now she's learning what home feels like-with her boys. Filled with warm cookies, soft hammocks, and late-morning kisses by the sea. A house that smells like salt and laughter. A love that feels like home. But danger lurks everywhere. Watching. Waiting. A cozy Harry Potter read ☾ ✨MUGGLE WITCH✨ #1 in fredweasley #1 in georgeweasley #1 in harrypotter #1 in fanfiction #1 in weasleytwins #1 in weasley #1 in muggle #1 in fredandgeorge #1 in ronweasley #1 in remuslupin #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in slowburn #1 in hermione #1 in ronweasley #1 in wolfstar #1 in twins #2 in hogwarts #2 in marauders #2 in gryffindor

Living in a little picturesque town by the beach, Lena's life seemed perfect. If it weren't for her traditional parents who tried to decide her future, she would daydream underneath the big willow tree in her garden, crochet in her squeaking hammock or bake chocolate chip cookies just for herself. Everything changed this summer break when mysterious things occurred and a strangely dressed, white bearded man invited her to talk. A cozy Harry Potter reads ☾ #1 in fredweasley #1 in georgeweasley #1 in harrypotter #1 in fanfiction #1 in weasleytwins #1 in weasley #1 in muggle #1 in fredandgeorge #1 in ronweasley #1 in remuslupin #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in slowburn #1 in hermione #1 in ronweasley #1 in wolfstar #1 in twins #2 in hogwarts #2 in marauders #2 in gryffindor

Beatrix and Daryl had never met before. In fact, they lived two completely different lives. Beatrix lived in the city, right beside of the hospital, which is where she spent most of her time. Her favorite thing to do at work-besides work, of course-was to talk to her patients and the nurses. She had never been in trouble a day in her life. She had a perfect record, not even being stained with as little as a speeding ticket. Daryl lived in a secluded cabin, at least three miles away from any civilization. The only time he ever talked to anybody was when he was forced to at work. He was constantly in and out of jail, mostly taking the blame for his older brother, but nobody knew that except for him. He destroyed the name Dixon. You couldn't have picked two people that were more different. What happens when the apocalypse brings them together? Will they ever be able to be together? Or will the apocalypse destroy them, just like everything else? Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead or any characters/idea from the show. AMAZING cover by: @krisk- I HAVEN'T EDITED THIS YET BUT I'M GOING TO START SOON I PROMISE. Bear with me please until I can sit down and get some editing done!! I'm a just a college kid with hella hard classes and not enough time. Ps thanks for checking out my story!! :)

The year after her brother James graduates, Teddy Potter returns to Hogwarts for her final year. With the Marauders gone, it should be a quiet, peaceful year despite the mounting tensions in the world outside of school. The problem, naturally, lies with Regulus Black, the broody boy who just might be the most effortlessly aggravating person she's ever met in her whole life. And for someone who was raised with James Potter, that's saying a LOT. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "You know, it must be exhausting to be such a fucking prick all the time." "I have fantastic stamina." "Oh, fuck you-" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── [marauders era] [regulus black x oc] [enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers?] rated mature for sexual content

Two years after the death of Voldemort, Kingsley Shaklebolt announces that the wizarding population has had a significant decrease since the war and to rectify the situation the wizengamot has decided to pass a law that states all unmarried witches and wizards between the ages of 17 and 30 will be married and have 3 years to produce a child. When Hermione goes to the ministry for her husband selection, the very last name she expects to see is Draco Malfoy. Also on AO3

Etta James said best, "I want a Sunday kind of love. A love last past Saturday night. I'd like to know if it's more than love at first sight." Aubrey had always been a bit romantic at heart, but after being burned by an ex, she gives up on love. Dealing with her dreaded family secret, trying to be a successful business woman. She was scared to take that leap to find her Sunday Kind of Love until Steve Rogers walked into her bakery saying and doing all the right things. Steve was lonely, but he was content with his loneliness. He wasn't out looking for anything; call it fate or divine intervention, he ended up face to face with a gorgeous baker. He can't get over her smile or how she seems to be a complete disaster when he comes into her shop. He was smitten the first time he laid eyes on her.

luck /lʌk/ Learn to pronounce noun success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one's own actions. magic /ˈmadʒɪk/ noun the power of apparently influencing events by using mysterious or supernatural forces. "suddenly, as if by magic, the doors start to open" ME NO OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE VAMPIRE DIARIES/THE ORIGINALS!!!! NO SUE ME!!!!

What if Lily Evans had another sister? What if that sister was a marauder and an animagus? What if she married Remus? And what if she found out Harry was alive when he was in second year and got him from the Dursleys and became a Professor at Hogwarts? *I do not own Harry Potter!* (WARNING: I will not be crossposting this on any other site. If you see this story posted on Quotev PLEASE report them. I've had a lot of problems with people plagiarizing my work.)