After the disappearance of the hero of Olympus Percy Jackson, you, a lowly son of Aphrodite, embark on a journey to search for the hero only to cross paths with the hunters of Artemis

What if Percy had fallen into Tartarus alone? Apparently, a whole lot of shit. * Down in Tartarus, it's the Greek version of hell. Percy experiences the hardest days of his life - and that's saying something - as he attempts to find his way to the Doors of Death. It's his only option if he wants to make it out of this alive. At least he has Small Bob, though. The best fucking awesome cat ever. * "No matter how much he tried, he couldn't get the stain of Tartarus off his skin." * Started November 2017. Finished March 2018. *THIS STORY IS UNDER EDITING* *Due to the edits, chapter names and numbers may not line up, and some story details may be out of place. The story is not being edited in chronological order. I don't have a timeline for when edits will be finished.

When he opened his eyes, he knew nothing except for two things: his name was Perseus Jackson; and the faint memory of an older woman smiling down at him, her blue eyes warm and brown hair curly. My mom, he thought, eyes wet. He wanted his mom so badly. OR A Son of Neptune rewrite (also posted on AO3 under Anonymous).

"𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲" 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 6, 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.. 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭. [Male Reader x Pjo]

Some of you may know my brother's side of the story, but this is mine. My name is (Y/N) Jackson. Son of Poseidon. Brother of Percy Jackson. The one monsters call the Devil of the Sea. I was raised at Camp Half-Blood, but the world had different plans for me. At five, I left camp, drawn by the call of a weapon hidden in a lake. The moment I grasped it, my fate was sealed. A Hydra ate me, killed it from the inside, and claimed my place as a son of the sea god. That was only the beginning. I've survived things even demigods shouldn't. Captured by monsters, hunted by those who should have been allies, betrayed by a friend I once trusted, and faced prophecy that threatened to tear me apart. I've known love, lost it, and found something worth fighting for again. This is not my brother's side. This is mine. Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the Percy Jackson series that all goes Rick Riordan.

You, aka Sung Jinwoo, the Shadow Monarch. Went from badass who doesn't take shit from the Olympians and who just fought a war with his fellow Momarchs. To the father that stepped up with the Demigod kids of the Greek pantheon

At the time of his death Y/N had many thoughts coursing through his mind. But a single voice . A single calling spurred him an many others to action. "Arise now, ye Tarnished." Will he use the most of this second life given by grace?

The fourth year, this my fourth year in the camp. Everything began to unravel, all the mystery of my appearance, the truth. The truth that decide my fate, the side that I will choose. The memory that was stolen from me, everything that was forcibly taken from me. And now I know everything. I already know what must I do, which side will I choose. And I'm ready for the all consequences.

The third year in camp half blood. Things become even more bizarre and my involvement become more apparent. I did the most unthinkable and the consequences began to haunt me, no matter where I run it always finds me. I can't forget my past and it began to haunt me to another level. Can I keep my head straight despite all of this? Can I stay true to my words even though I finally learn what happened to me? What should I choose when the time comes? Because this time, its not about how to not get involve anymore, this time its about who should I put my loyalty into. I