Percy is not stupid; he knows something's off, he's known for a while, he just doesn't know what. When things from his dreams start popping up, he knows he's in for an adventure. OR: A Mycenaean version of Percy. His blood is older, stronger, and knows more. A demigod of olde- before Homer or Hesiod- one closer to the terrors that keep the demigods of today up at night.

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

These are short stories and deleted scenes based around my fan fiction called 'The Emerald Prince' Also contains the smut I skipped in the book.

Aizawa watched Izuku drink his black coffee, gazing absently out the window. The underground hero couldn't help but smirk, he looked forward to the effect beautiful, powerful, sassy Izuku would have on a pack of hormonal teenage hero wannabes. --- 15/11/2020 - DRAFTS OF FULL BOOK COMPLETED!! (Pending illustrations and heavy editing) Updated Wednesdays and Sundays Started March 2020, Completed June 2021 All artwork is my own, as is the plot (follows cannon major events initially though). I hold no rights to any aspect of Boku no Hero Academia...unfortunately. Swearing, sexual references, violence, boys being broken/bad at feelings/hopelessly in love/all three - warnings included. Izuku is pretty OOC, but remains a cinnamon roll of course. A very flirty, sassy, sexy one.

Death. Harry's life is over. He didn't walk to his death and face it. It dogged him all his life and now it's taken its due. Messing up in the Dursley house hold was never a good option. Harry had learned that the hard way. Now something lurks in the Scottish moors. Something that thrusts for blood. Something that was no longer a living creature. Read at your own discretion. I really did get personally sick while writing this. I warn everyone now. The first chapter is gruesome and there's more to come. Art's not mine. Credit to the artist for the awesome work.

Harry knew nothing about the magical world even four years in. The Triwizard Tournament had been won and done, but Voldemort was back. With Harry's own blood none the less. Under Moody's advisement, Harry is no longer under the useless bloodwards of Privet Drive. He is to live in the Graves Cabin with a new roommate. A calm quiet story... Cover Art not mine, credit to Artist. Stipant translates to Pack, just so yall know. Happy Reading!

Severus looked down at the results stunned. All it had been was one regretted night and now he was a Father. Lily had tried to get rid of his own child too. He wasn't letting that happen now. Harry Potter was not a Potter, he was a Prince. Severus stole the boy from his crib and vanished into the night. Art not mine, credit to the awesome artist Happy Reading

Harry never felt freer than those three weeks in Diagon Alley with no adult supervision. However, having freedom always comes at a cost. One that Harry thought he paid for the first day. The Gods think differently. Nothing was ever one and done with Harry Potter. Never was when you were both gifted and cursed by the Gods themselves. One thing was always curtain, the moon would rise and the sun would fall on each day. Werewolves were the topic of third year curriculum after all. Art not mine. Credit to the amazing artist. ...I really shouldn't be starting another story.. oh well ~Happy Reading!

Harry Potter died that night. Or that's what everyone was told. Lily and Dumbledore made sure Evan Potter was whirshiped in his place as the boy who lived. But Harry wasn't dead, he was tossed aside. Thrown to Lily's hateful sister and told his parents were dead. It was a normal day of Harry Hunting when everything changed. Someone powerful decided to step in. Changing Harry's tragic fate and destiny.

Shoto wants to marry a boy. Unfortunately, that isn't legal in Japan... at least, it's not yet. Enji has his work cut out for him. Or: The Endeavor Redemption pride one shot you never knew you needed.