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Percy Jackson and the Art of Gacha

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Benjamin Crowley was once an obsessed fanfiction reader. He worked in a company he didn't particularly like and one where he would rather chew on nails and broken glass than to talk to his colleagues(considering their collective IQ would at most be room temperature). On his way to work, fantasizing about all the possible ways to pretend to be ill, he forgot to pay attention to the street. Now regularly you would guess that he died now and some weird shenanigans happen resulting in him reincarnated as one Percy-(Gods fucking dam it, pay your fucking child-support)-Jackson and you would be absolutely correct. Or you have an amateur author with basically no practice and no proofreading, write a fanfic about something that does not exist yet. Fuck proofreading, we die like Kazuma (Konosuba), with absolutely no dignity. Also, this will probably be a monsterfucker - fanfic with M/M/M pairing. There will be no ratings. R18 contend will be marked as such. Possible Trigger warnings will be placed at the beginning of the chapter. (If I remember to.)(*Sorry I usually write based on mood and vibes.) Please give me honest but polite feedback on chapters and don't be shy to tell me if something doesn't make sense. And please spare me the dismissive comments. Or the hate-ones. I really couldn't care less. Otherwise I hope you will enjoy this little fan-fiction of mine. *I might soon put up a Cover from Pinterest. If it belongs to you and you want it taken down. Just say so.
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Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.
TheLoneQuill · 234.9k Views

272 Days Until...

Existence has already ended once. By something that was not even "something" in any ordinary sense. Unseen, unfelt, and forever forgotten. But what comes after absolute nulity? Affirmation. Endless, reasonless affirmation. An overflowing plenitude that refuses silence. After recreating existence, the Plenitude Without Reason chose once more to participate. For participation is the only way to remain as something without becoming everything. From that Will, Anathasia was born. - Kyle. The person she stayed with through everything. The one who remained by her side as she moved through life... and everything beyond it. After college, they continue living together. Nothing really changes on the surface. But at the same time, things are changing. Not just on Earth, but across realities completely separate from the one they've always known. Old resentments begin to surface. Questions start forming. About meaning, about purpose... about what's left when power stops mattering. Now, somewhere between raising daughters and just trying to live normally, they find themselves dealing with things that don't really have simple answers. The consequences of actions taken eons before they even met. The weight of roles they were never meant to fully understand. And beyond even that, The existence of an Original Creator. The Author... trying to move on from controlling everything. How will the Supreme Being herself... and the one who stands beside her... deal with all of this? The mundane. And the things that go far beyond reality itself? [DISCLAIMER] This is a work of fiction set in a version of modern-day Earth. While real-world locations, historical events, cultures, and mythologies may be referenced, they are depicted in a fictionalized manner for storytelling purposes. All characters, interpretations, and narratives are products of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, beyond historical figures, is purely coincidental.
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