Rose Emma Potter-Black-Pendragon, the girl who lived, destroyer of the Dark Lord, child of the Mother of Magic, chosen by Death, mistress of DeathLady of Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw, Lady of Hogwarts, Queen of the Magical World, Curse Breaker, Death Rider, Unburnt in Fire, Mother of Dragons, Celestial Seahorse, Queen Valeria. (English is not my first language and there may be mistakes, Valyrian letters will be in Latin)

Rhaenyra Targaryen is back, but not everything is the same. This time, Viserys has declared Aegon his heir and sidelined Rhaenyra. But only a fool would think Rhaenyra would walk away with nothing.

Sam Parker is just your average 19 year old Irish guy. Blonde, sarcastic, deeply closeted, and dragged to New Orleans by his hot, witch-obsessed girlfriend for a Vampire Diaries pilgrimage. It's all tourist traps and supernatural nonsense... until he laughs in the face of a so-called witch and wakes up trapped in the body of one of the show's most dangerous villains. Now stuck in the Prison World as 19 year old Kai fucking Parker, with a magic-charged ring and zero clue how to survive, Sam has two goals: 1. Don't die. 2. Collect as many hot supernatural men as possible. (For protection. Obviously. Totally not because he has a thing for murderous vampire daddies. Ahem.) Armed with sass, overpowered magic, and way too much knowledge of TVD canon, Sam's about to rewrite the Mystic Falls timeline-one chaotic thirst trap at a time. Because if he's going to be stuck in this world... he's doing it his way. ~Step one: escape the Prison world. Step two: collect hot men like Pokémon.~ ~Wrong body. Right face. Zero self-control.~

What if the histories of Middle Earth were wrong? What if the truth had been covered up? Thranduil knows some of these secret histories. Now he has been given something even more precious than the one ring as a new darkness rises. Book 1 of The Arda Renewed Series

The Mistress of Death is back.

When Damian Wayne and Jon Kent stumble across a massive, robin's egg-blue... well, egg, their first instinct isn't to call Batman or Superman it's to keep it. Obviously. Totally convinced it's a rare endangered species (and totally not wanting anyone else to take credit for raising it), the boys smuggle it home and tell their parents it's for a school project. What's the worst that could happen? Except, the egg is warm. It pulses with energy. And weird things keep happening around it-shadows flicker, electronics glitch. What they don't know? The "egg" is actually a healing cocoon for Danny Fenton, a half-ghost teenager from another dimension. Badly injured in a fight, Danny reverted to his dormant state-hoping to recover in peace. Instead, he's about to be raised by two overprotective preteens with a penchant for chaos and a complete lack of self-preservation. As Danny slowly starts to hatch, secrets unravel, powers clash, and the Bat and Super families find themselves at the center of something far stranger-and more heartwarming-than they ever expected.

percilla Jackson, or Percy as she was known, lay amidst the carnage, the last ember of life flickering in her sea-green eyes. Her friends, fallen heroes of Olympus, surrounded her, their lifeless forms a chilling testament to the brutal battle. Then, a blinding light consumed her; a chorus of divine voices, Zeus's rage a palpable force, Poseidon's sorrow a tidal wave. Against her will, she was reborn - the Goddess of Justice, Vengeance, Children, and Peace, a cruelly ironic quartet of domains. A century passed, the weight of her impossible responsibilities crushing her. Her pain, far from fading, spiralled into a vortex of despair, threatening to shatter the very fabric of her divine existence. Lord Chaos, ever vigilant, saw her impending destruction. He couldn't allow such a powerful being to unravel, not when the cosmos trembled at the thought. With a flick of his chaotic hand, he sealed her divinity, her memories reduced to a whisper of her name, Percy, and her sea-green eyes a striking contrast to her now youthful appearance. He plucked her from the Olympian realm, depositing her in a dimension where the Old Gods were mere legends, a world shrouded in shadows and echoing with forgotten magic. He chose his vessel carefully: Jason Todd, the Red Hood, a man haunted by his own demons, a man who craved purpose. Based on other ff with dad Jason - Jason pulls a Bruce Wayne by Lynna5555 The Boy King and the Dark Knight by: fuckmylifeifykyk I see you're still doing the same old by:reading16 (Ao3) for one so small by: stratagem (Ao3)

Jason was just feeling okay. He no longer felt like bashing someone's skull in just because they annoyed him just a little too long. Then he found a kid with glowing green eyes that was freezing to the touch. Honestly, he didn't know what he was doing when he took them in. But God be damned if anyone thinks they're just going to take his baby and not see the end of a glowing hot gun barrel. (This is being copied over from my ao3 account, hope you enjoy it!)

FemOC! PJO X DC Emmerson Rath survives the second Titan War. Just barely. Her life seemed to get better once she got claimed. She was quickly proved wrong, however, when her father suddenly passed away. Haunted by war and suffocating from loneliness, Emmerson needs a break. She decides to leave camp to get away from the demigod gig for a while. Somehow, being a homeless orphan in Gotham City seems more favorable. - Emmerson discovers being a street kid has its perks, in the form of costumed vigilantes.