This is something I have been experimenting with for a very long time now, so I hope you all enjoy it. Disclaimer: I do not own PJO/HOO, Rick Riordan does. Clue: About the Hunt and Apollo. But let's not forget the man himself, Perseus Jackson.

"Out of all the shadows though, it was the boy on the end that caught my attention the most. He had black hair, a pale, olive complection, was wearing black clothes covered by an aviator jacket that matched mine, and a skull ring on his finger, but what really struck me were his eyes. They were on the border of chocolate brown and black, the type of eyes that can hold both warmth and coldness in them. They were truly beautiful and they were trained right on me. When he looked at me they held a type of sorrow that I would think would be unbearable, the sadness that comes with losing someone who you love. And the strangest part was I felt like I had looked into these eyes a million times but I had never seen this boy in my life. I watched as his thin but full lips formed a single word, one that I had heard a thousand times before. 'Shelby...'" *** Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan so I don't own any of the Percy Jackson characters.

❝ i'm a princess trapped in baggy robes ❞ Ivy Parry was much more than just the smart, half-Bulgarian, Hufflepuff prefect. She certainly wasn't her heritage and she definitely wasn't the textbook definition of a Hufflepuff. In fact, at first glance one would place her in Slytherin with her past romances with two of them and her blatant ambition to be a curse breaker. However she was incredibly loyal and unafraid of toil. Maybe she wasn't a textbook Hufflepuff but she was still a Hufflepuff. And maybe she was a bit arrogant. And maybe her reason for not liking Percy Weasley was petty. But who cares about the maybes? ❨ harry potter ❩ ❨ percy weasley x hufflepuff! oc ❩ ❨ © bluntwhiskers- ❩ thanks to DalvieCurtis for the amazing cover!!

𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓 ━━ ✧˖*. | ❝The weight of the world is on our shoulders.❞ | ✧˖*. "Your ability to wield magic is horrid, just as your ability to truly love someone." "You don't know me, Venus," he snapped. "Stop acting so high and mighty." Venus Everild, a Slytherin who manages to befriend the Golden Trio, wants nothing to do with Lord Voldemort or her bloodline, but she has no choice in the matter, for she is betrothed to Draco Malfoy. ✎↷ Started: 07/07/2017 Finished: 08/25/2017 Edited: 04/02/2020 ❪ 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘇𝘂𝘂𝘂𝗵 ❫

Memories haunted everyone. It was impossible to do something without remembering him, as they did so much together. So they didn't do anything. They locked themselves away, not wanting to remember. But their plan failed. Even laying in bed in a dark cabin reminded them of him. No one has gone into his cabin. No one has spoken his name. No one has made a reference to him. But he still lurks in every one of their minds, tugging at their senses. Everyone's thinking about him, but they won't voice their thoughts. They all know about Percy Jackson. They know about the suffering he endured, his pain, his misery, his ups and downs all throughout his life. They all know his legends, his tales, his story. But one story has remained in the dark with no details given. No one knows anything about it, except for the few who were their. This story unveils it all, the hidden story, concealed in the shadows of despair. The story of Percy Jackson's Suicide.

Leia Jackson was not prepared for what happened after death. Falling from the sky, becoming part of a popular TV show, and being "someone important" to an archangel? That's just her life now. Or is it "afterlife"?

Persephone (Percy) Jackson likes to think that if she had known what was coming when she had boarded that warship on her way to Greece to save the world than she would have done something different. Anything different. Because there had to be a way to save them, right? Out of any of her hundreds of decisions during that war, perhaps just one of them would have saved them. Would have saved them all. But the wrong decisions were made, and now they were all gone. Jason, Piper, Leo, Frank, Hazel; even her best friend, Annabeth. How naive was she? She actually thought that they might make it. But it wasn't to be. She was all alone now. And if she was being honest with herself, it'd always been that way. Alone. She'd never quite fit in anywhere. Even at camp. Her home and all her family was gone, and the only thing she could think to do was to ask why she hadn't gone with them. Why her? Why, after everything, had she survived? And that's when the Justice League comes in along with her mysterious new uncle, Bruce Wayne, who may be more than he appears. Could these people be her home and salvation she's searched so desperately for? Or is it too late? After all, you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

A/N: I do not own anything except for the things I made, all belongs to Rick Riordan. I know, I know. It's not the most original story. But...You know what? I'll do the disclaimer later. For now, let's get on to the synopsis, shall we? We shall. ~~ People will use you over and over again to their fulfilment. They'll play with you until you're beaten to the bone. Until you're not shining anymore and they throw you away. Well, in my case it's the demigods and the Gods. Look, I didn't ask for any of this. I had accepted anything that came my way before, but don't I get my own happy ending? All I wanted was to live peacefully with my girlfriend, Annabeth Chase who I would do anything for, and my friends. We deserve at least that. So why is it as soon as he comes in everything was taken away from me? What did I do? What did Timothy Leon ever do to have the right to take everything that I have? He didn't save the world. I did. He didn't go to a long dangerous quest alone just for the sake of his friends to finally have a happy life. I did. So, I left. Thus, the start of my new life free from the Gods and their controlling ways. I was finally where I belong but now, I have to go back. Well, it was a matter of time anyway. Sooner or later, you'll have to face the past and unfortunately, my time has come.

Percy Jackson isn't who you think he is. For on thing, he isn't actually a he. He, is a she. Percy Jackson is Transgender . A girl trapped in a boys body. When she comes out to the camp, she is shunned because of what she is. Feeling abandoned, Percie leaves camp to her moms house, only to find her dead. In her hand, she finds a piece of paper, telling her that Poseidon is not her father by blood, but her adopted father. Leaving the apartment for the last time, Percie takes to the street, only to be found by Hestia. Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Marvel, Heroes of Olympus, or Norse Mythology. Enjoy!!

DISCONTINUED! »i need him to survive, he's like the air that fills my lungs, the blood pumping in my veins, the tears streaming down my face« percy is tired, she just needs the one person she'll ever truly love, but what if that person is just out of reach? bucky is used, like to little jam spread over toast, just barely covering it, he wants to escape, and get to the person who makes him feel whole again, his love, his life. _____DISCONTINUED_____ fem! percy jackson x bucky barnes i dont own marvel or percy jackson. (pls stop reading this book lol, i hate it so much)