When Percy, Annabeth, Nico, and Thalia get assigned a quest to protect Harry Potter, they never expected it to be back in time and in a whole different world: a world of magic. In Hogwarts, no one suspects a thing. But what happens when three young wizards find out the truth? Fandom time period: Takes place after the Blood of Olympus but during The Sorcerers Stone. DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING. Characters, plot, ideas, and lines ALL belong to the wonderful authors Rick Riordan and Joanne Rowling. [Highest rank: 304 in fanfiction]

With Sally and Paul missing, Percy learns that he has a mortal uncle. Tony Stark was not expecting to find that he had a nephew; nor that said nephew was a terrorist, according to SHIELD. What side is he to choose, his work- with the Avengers(with SHIELD), or this boy- his chance at having a family? Likewise, the Avengers are also surprised. Percy is keeping secrets, and they don't know if they can trust him. Is he dangerous? Or could he become part of their ragtag family? Perhaps both? How will Percy handle all the things that are getting thrown at him? Will he manage to stay himself through it all? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Current word count is 122,856(as of chapter 55) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Most Impressive Ranking: #1 in percyjackson September 28th, 2019 #1 in thor June 5th, 2019 #1 in avengers June 9th, 2019 #1 in crossover August 10th, 2019 #1 in nicodiangelo August 24th, 2019 ~~~~~excerpts~~~~~ "Brother, what if the other gods learn of this?" "They will fear him. They will fear him in a way that only cowards can fear someone weaker than them." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Okay. So, what are you gonna do?" "You will just have to wait and see, little cousin." She says. "You are really tall for a girl, but I'm still taller." I reply. "I'm older." "You were a tree!" "Still older." "You stopped aging just before you turned 16. I'm seventeen." I argue. "And I haven't had my years messed with." "If I hadn't had my years messed with, I'd be twenty-one." She smirks. "If we go by dates, then Nico is the oldest." I comment. She stops walking for a minute. "No. No, he's little. He's little cousin." "Then so are you." I smirk. She glares at me. "Agree to disagree, Kelp head. C'mon, we've got stuff to do." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I do not own the characters, they belong to Marvel and Rick Riordan. Cover is made by @ShipCanons However, the plot this fanfic takes is TOTALLY mine and I'm proud. Chapters average at just over 2,000 words each.

Peeta Mellark fue seleccionado como el tributo masculino de los 74 Juegos del Hambre. Él hará lo posible para que el sacrificio de su vida no sea en vano y a la vez demostrar que no es una pieza más en los juegos del Capitolio. El fanfic encontrado a continuación relatado desde el punto de vista de Peeta Mellark (mi lectura de Peeta Mellark) esta basado en el primer libro de la trilogía de los Juegos del Hambre escrita por Suzanne Collins Portada: @AdriC_G Muchas gracias por diseñar la portada de mis tres Fanfics @AdriC_G

¡ESTA HISTORIA NO ES MÍA, PERTENECE A MsKingBean89 EN AO3, SOLO LA TRADUZCO Y ADAPTO! Historia completa (los tres libros)

[O, Louis es Spiderman y quizá haya algo que podría romper la promesa que le hizo a Harry.] Historia original en inglés. Por: princess_hazza en ao3. [http://archiveofourown.org/works/6012079#work_endnotes] Tumblr: http://miniature-lou.tumblr.com/ Permiso de la autora original para traducir la fic.

"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like." or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him. {Ao3 wankersville}

"¡Esperen!" Liam gritó a mitad del pasillo cuando se dirigían hacia la salida; notando que había ganado la atención de los alumnos alrededor de ellos. "¡Mierda, Liam! Me asustas. ¿Qué te sucede?" pregunta Louis mientras lo golpeaba en el hombro para empujarle. "Te reto a que hagas el Kiss Cam Challenge con Harry." O Donde Liam reta a Louis, su mejor amigo, a besar a su amor platónico Harry Styles. [PROHIBIDA SU ADAPTACIÓN O TRADUCCIÓN SIN MI AUTORIZACIÓN.]

Es 1967 y Harry está harto de ser aquel chiquillo religioso al cual todos molestan. Cansado de un dios fingiendo oídos sordos, decide tomar sus propias riendas a escondidas: ¿Qué tan mal podría irle si recurriese al mismísimo Diablo? ¿Qué tan rápido le oiría éste? Era hora de guardar la biblia y encender velas rojas. 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

Nadie se decide con quién ir de pareja de baile de promoción y crean un caos. El director decide asignar al azar las parejas o donde Harry es el chico popular del instituto y Louis el chico rudo, no se soportan, pero deben ir al baile juntos, sumando una apuesta que no saben si podrán cumplir. #larrystylinson 558 #larry 641

Harry es fotógrafo. Louis se siente solo. Están en una boda. No se conocen. Ninguno de los dos quiere estar ahí.