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Percy Jackson and the Art of Gacha

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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Velvet Soul

In 1990 South Central Los Angeles, eighteen-year-old Julian Sway is a high school senior with a velvet voice, a notebook full of original songs, and a dream too big to stay inside the walls of his bedroom. By day, he moves through the familiar rhythm of Crenshaw High—graduation forms, choir rehearsals, lunch-table laughter, and late-night shifts at the local diner. By night, his world begins to open. What starts as singing in Big Mama’s kitchen, church pews, and neighborhood showcases slowly grows into radio play, studio sessions, television appearances, and industry doors he never imagined would open this soon. But Julian’s rise is never his alone. At the center of his journey is the family that built him: his hardworking mother Eloise, who sacrificed sleep and certainty so her son would always have choices; his wise Big Mama, who reminds him that talent opens the room but character keeps him there; his visionary sister Yoyo, whose eye for fashion and design helps shape the image behind the voice; and his practical older brother Marcus, whose grounded ideas always turn dreams into plans. As Julian and Yoyo prepare to chase their futures through CalArts—one through music, the other through art and design—they begin to realize that art, identity, and love are all part of the same journey. For Julian, becoming the singer he dreams of being also means embracing himself as a young Black gay man in the 1990s, navigating first love, emotional intimacy, faith, community expectations, and the courage it takes to let both his voice and his heart be seen. The path forward doesn’t mean leaving home behind. It means carrying family, faith, friendship, neighborhood pride, queer identity, first love, and the sound of where he came from into every room he enters. This is a coming-of-age story about music, Black queer love, South Central creativity, family legacy, and the courage to dream bigger without ever forgetting your roots. At its heart, it is the story of a boy who wants to become a singer—and the love and community that teach him how to become more than a star: a voice people can see themselves in.
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