(A/N: I do not own any of the pictures or characters used in this fanfic.) You all know Perseus Jackson, the great hero son of Poseidon. We know his girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, and their friends, the Seven demigods of the great prophecy. There is Nico DeAngelo, and Will Solace, and even more. They are the good guys, and Percy, well, he's been good from the very beginning. That's just the way he is, and always will be... Or do we thought... When an all new dark force rises, Percy is the first one to realize it. The thing, it talks to him, and tells him to do things, bad things, unspeakable things. Things that Percy wants to do. He wants to listen to the voice. Can Percy resist? Dose he even want to? Or is that just the strange thing, whispering thoughts in Percy's mind?

About a year after the supposed end of the war with Gaea all is well with the demigod; at least they think all is well. After finding out the truth Percy must not only escape from the living nightmares holding him but free his friends too. If he cannot, then the death of everyone he knows and loves is close at hand. Disclaimer: OBVIOUSLY all these characters and settings belong to the fabulously talented Rick Riordan and OBVIOUSLY the plot of this was not only inspired by his writings but the work of so many other authors here on wattpad. Are you happy now? *Note* includes violence and mild cussing

Tartarus had damaged Percy more than he let on. He should have told someone before it got this bad. But now it was too late. He had lost control of his powers, and sometimes, of his mind. Somehow, he had to fix himself before he destroyed the camp and all his loved ones....but it's not that easy, especially when Percy's darker nature appealed to him so much. Will he be able to control his powers and regain his mind before he deals damage that cannot be undone? **I do not own any of the PJO/HOO characters, Uncle Rick does THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

(DON'T READ THIS VERSION, I HAVE A COMPLETELY NEW VERSION THAT IS WRITTEN FAR BETTER ON MY PROFILE) Percy Jackson has had a hard life, and no one denies that. Everyone knows about the suffering he endured, his pain, his misery, his ups and downs all thorough his life. The legends about him, his 'king of sass' moods, his quests. They know everything about their hero. But Annabeth got a glimpse of something more. In Tartarus, Annabeth got a quick glimpse of something that terrified her. She, nor he, ever brought it up again, but it always lingered in the back of her mind. What had she seen down in Tartarus? Was it possible, the happy, preppy, sass king, had a dark side?

Perseus didn't know what was going on. Who were these people? Are they good? Are they bad? Do they wish to hurt him? Mean him harm? What was he to do? But despite all his worries, all his fears, all his hardships from the past, and the feelings of uncertainty, he found that he hated order, he seethed at the thought of being held back, being held down. He found that he thrived in a world full of chaos, adventure, and freedom. A Jercy story

On the outside, Percy is one of the happiest people you'll ever meet. Except, on the inside, he's broken, shattered. Can anyone help fix him, help mend his broken parts? Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus series. All rights go to Rick Riordan. Warning: Hinted abuse and smut.

**Mortal AU** Percy Jackson ran away from his abusive stepfather at the age of 11 to live with a well-known gang. He becomes someone he never imagined he would, addicted to drugs, alcohol, sex, and cigarettes. However, he has no choice but to continue to live with the gang and work with them because, without them, he would be homeless and hungry. And so would his child. When the Avengers take him in for questioning, will he be able to redeem himself? And possibly find love with a certain teenage avenger?

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

-Ranked #1 most favorites in fanfiction.net out of all pjo/hp fanfiction (2018 Jan)- In the battle against Kronos Percy the thrown back in time to 1994. Unable to even step foot in America as not risk damaging time itself he is exiled to UK, but all is not lost as he finds a world to hide away in, a world to live in. A world of magic. The wizarding world won't know what hit it. This story is by I'mjusttryingtofindmyway on fanfiction - I'm just pasting everything from there to here. Disclaimer: I do NOT own the characters or the storyline of Harry Potter or Percy Jackson - they belong to JK Rowling and Rick Riordan. I found the cover for the book on Google - it is NOT mine!