A group of heroes, renowned by all, mortal or immortal, are learning to live as a group of kids, not powerful half-immortals built for destruction. When an unprecedented power of the highest order pays this group a visit, a stack of books in hand, a warning in mind, and a quest of sorts for our heroes, they will take a trip back in time to prevent the future and re-learn what has immortalized their names for centuries. ----- "If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it."-Toni Morrison I've read a thousand of these kinds of stories, and none of them have been finished. They all cut off somewhere early on, in the first or second book. I got tired of that, so here you are. It's gonna take a while, but eventually, I'm gonna finish every book from The Lightning Thief through Blood Of Olympus, I promise. With that said, enjoy everyone! I'll be putting tons of time into this to make it as good as it can be. It will get better as we get later into the story. As I start to post these and they (hopefully,) get more views, feel free to comment and ask questions or additions to the story. This is gonna be my favorite work by far, so let's get into it! Disclaimer: I own nothing. Every character belongs to Rick Riordan. This work is done in celebration of the Percy Jackson TV show being in the works.

"We." I gestured between Leo and I. "Are not." I made a cross with my arms. "Dating. Capiche?" "Capiche." Annabeth sighed. "Ten bucks they get together at some point during the quest." Percy muttered. "Deal, they're so in denial." Annabeth whispered back. I frowned at Leo. "I can't believe they're betting on us." I whispered. "So irresponsible." Leo shook his head. I nodded before grinning. "Can I jump back in the lake?" "Absolutely." Leo nodded. Anwen had managed to get through her quest to save Hera, after discovering how her mother died and Gaia's part in her parental problems she returned to Camp, only to be sent on yet another quest. This time to save the world by killing the Earth, how hard can it be? Unsurprisingly, very difficult. (21/01/2024 - xx/xx/xxxx) Best rankings: 09/09/2025 - 1st in Roman 16/08/2024 - 1st in JasonGrace 02/08/2025 - 5th in HazelLevesque 25/09/2024 - 3rd in FrankZhang 02/08/2025 - 5th in pjo 26/11/2025 - 21st in mythology 03/01/2026 - 2nd in LeoValdez

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬." ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ||Yuji Itadori x Sosou no Frieren||

(Male reader story, LOOOONG description ahead. TL;DR at the end lol) The MC is a demon with lingering memories of a past he'd long forgotten. Memories of a voice and face. An attachment he feels he shouldn't have. This person was special to him. So special, that years after their passing, he finds himself wondering... "Why? Why did she smile, why did she get angry, why did she care...if none of it mattered anyway? If she knew she would die and her short life would amount to nothing? All of that effort, all those wasted emotions...for what?" Questions like these lead him to try the things she liked, experiencing the moments that brought her so many emotions, only to feel...nothing. None of it felt meaningful. Why? What was so different about HER that made it seem important? After spending years trying to understand, he eventually decided it was time to leave. There was no point in wasting anymore time, none of this mattered anyway. Then, hundreds of years later, as he'd seemingly given up and abandoned the life he grew up with, a peculiar encounter with an elven mage intrigued him. The distrust in her body language and directly hostile attitude towards his every word...her hate seemed so genuine. So human, that he wanted to learn how she learned to feel. Why she hates, why she protects. What made it all worth it? And to his confusion, despite her hostility, she agreed to show him. Perhaps this was just a ploy to kill him when he's vulnerable. It likely was. But little did he know, this encounter would eventually unravel the very core of his being, revealing something both believed wasn't possible. Something genuine, from a demon whom was never meant to feel. TL;DR: This is a story about a demon learning to feel human emotions that he shouldn't have, due to having a different life than others. It will mostly follow the story of Frieren, with the exception of a few things I have planned for MC. Demons are still evil and I will treat it as such.

Under the command of his biological father, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka, the sole survivor of the demonic fourth generation, enrolls in Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School with the sole intention of establishing undeniable supremacy within its confines. Unbeknownst to him, regardless of where he resided, he was destined to be all alone. ______________________________________ Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, these all belong to Kinugasa Shōgo. Neither do I own any illustrations I used in the story, these all belong to either Tomoseshunsaku (Light Novel) or Sasane Shia/Xia (Second year Manga). The art on the cover belongs to @baozaohuang on X. ※Unfortunately, I'm not very good at English, so you can expect bad grammar. Disclaimer²: My fanfiction isn't meant to glorify or encourage such behaviors; rather, it aims to reflect the complexities of manipulation and its repercussions (albeit in a highly exaggerated manner). Furthermore, many elements will be altered accordingly, including out-of-character (OOC), certain events, and even the system itself. Therefore, please do not take this too seriously. ______________________________________ Welcome to Classroom of the Sole Elite Arc: Finished ◯ (61,239 words.) Pseudo Omniscient Arc: Finished ◯ (165,200 words.) Authentic Fool's Insanity Arc: WIP ⠀↪Part 1: WIP (105,832 words) ⠀↪Part 2: WIP (Not yet) ______________________________________

"You know, when you generalize, you tell general..lies." "Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns." _________________________________________ For all the goofy adventures that the cast goes through when their lives aren't in danger due to quests or war. Enjoy the friendships, the drama, the awkward teen romance. Demigods getting to actually act their age? Who woulda thunk it? _________________________________________ "Helpful grammar tip: "farther" is for physical distance, "further" is for methaphorical distance, and "father" is for emotional distance!" "We're gonna get you some help. I promise."

"Wouldn't you want to die doing something you love?" "No. I'd rather live." "But when you die-" "I won't." ________________________________________________ Another year, another quest for our favorite protagonists, only this one has much different circumstances. Jumping back into the action during the summer after their last quest, (Name), Percy, and Annabeth along with a newcomer must embark on a journey to save their friend and their camp. No pressure or anything, though. ________________________________________________ "Violence is never the answer." "But it's always the question." "And the answer is yes." ________________________________________________ Disclaimer: Percy Jackson & the Olympians does not belong to me. If it did, I would've made Percy bloodbend anybody who tried to fight him.

Cote x JJK Fic

During the devastating final battle in Shinjuku, Yuji Itadori gives his all to stop Sukuna, even if it means sacrificing his own life. Just as the final blow is struck, an unknown energy rips the fabric of reality and pulls Yuji away at the last moment. When Yuji awakens, he finds himself in a completely different world: a medieval kingdom called Lugnica, where magic is real and monsters roam the forests. Confused and weakened, he is helped by a young blue-haired woman named Rem.

It may have started as a misunderstanding. Watching carefully. Remembering small things. Adjusting words and timing so nothing feels out of place. At first, it is only a way to get through the day without mistakes to feel satisfied. To understand people is to hold something fragile. To be needed is warm. To be replaced is unthinkable. If everything works, nothing has to be questioned. If everyone smiles, no one has to ask why. And yet, something remains unresolved. A sense that something important was lost before it was ever named. Perhaps that is the real mistake I made. Not wanting to control. But realizing too late that you already do. (The Rewrite Story of Shattered Reflection)