We all know Percy Jackson. The happy, carefree guy. At least that's what he put up on the outside anyway. Inside, Percy was cracking like a bullet to glass. All the war, all the battle. He was forced upon heroics, standing tall for two reasons. His friends. Everyone at camp. The seven. Nico. Thalia. Reyna. Will. All to lead them on. If he were to break, as the leader, so would they. But that was more of a second priority. Percy Jackson was greedy, he wanted power. He didn't want it for the feeling, not the pride. He wanted it so he could save his friends when he needed him most. He lost Luke. He lost Bianca. He lost Selina. Charles. Castor. Ethan. Lee. Knowing he was powerless, he slowly broke himself. It was the last straw when the gods wanted him dead. You heard correct. The gods noticed Percy getting more and more poweful, and they were fearful. So he was on death row, slowly being tortured to death my his families berayal. His happiness was his mask. The mask to hide his sorrows. Now, his sorrows overtook the happiness. Now, it it's place, is his new mask. To hide the much more miserable feelings than sorrow, hidden behind the mask. His mask of Sorrows.

Eli didn't think much about the city's newest so-called hero, but he supposed Vigilante wasn't all that bad. Granted, he was kind of a jerk and if he ever tried to kiss Eli again he was definitely getting punched. A story about a starving college student, making a living serving coffee and the local vigilante with a crush. - - - - - - - - - Highest rank #1 in Action, Wattys 2016 winner in the Trailblazers category! Featured 6/3/2016-7/23/2017

Labels. They're everywhere. Some labels are important. Like on medicine, food, and buildings. Those are the kinds we need to help function easily. But other labels... sometimes we just don't need them. We don't really need labels like biological, transgender, or genderqueer. Not for human beings, at least. All those labels do are bring people down. Society refuses to let a person be who they want. They refuse to see past the labels. I don't want anyone to look at my labels. I just need them to look at me. ||| ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN ||| ||| THIS IS A TRANS AU ||| ||| FLUFF WARNING, YO! |||

Do you ever just feel like, I don't know.. You've messed up? Like you don't know where to go, or who to trust? Well that's how I felt everyday of my life until I met him. I'm Harley, and this is the story of how I fell in love with the mentally unstable piano player.

Nico is deaf. He uses sign language, and can read lips. He scraped up enough money to go to college, but it's not the best college. There's homophobic Octavian and his gang...and the absolutely terrible teachers. Also, Nico doesn't have a roommate to stick up for him. He never minded though, because not having anyone was better than having another probably homophobe to deal with. - Will moved from America with his deaf sister and mom. His new college just happens to be Nico's....

Mute, silent, and alone. That's how I feel most of the time. Mute, because I can't talk. I can't voice an opinion or cry out in pain or frustration. Silent, because nobody seems to care. It's like I'm not even noticeable when I walk in a room sometimes. Alone, because there's nobody for me. My friends end up ditching me, always. I don't want to feel like this, and a mysterious stranger seems to have the same thoughts about my emotions. Mute, heard, and happy. ||| I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS, ALL CREDITS TO RICK RIORDAN |||