Fanfiction - 37 - Percy Jackson

General Storys

Son of the Sea God By: Sassenach082

Zeus kills Sally Jackson with his master bolt when Percy is six months old, drastically changing Percy's life and the course of his future. AU.

 

Shipping Storys

From The Void By: GaleSynch

AU: The primordial son of Chaos was, by all means, a bastard; the daughter of Zeus was having a hard time refraining herself from punching him in the face. They needed him to lead them to victory after all. Percy/Thalia. Perlia.

Chasing Yesterday By: GaleSynch

AU:"Make me fall for you one more time, Perseus Jackson."—Percy lost the 2nd Titan War, yet when the possibility of a second chance comes from the lips of his lover, his battles begin anew. Time Travel/Redo. Fem!Luke/Percy. Lercy. One-sided/mentions of Percabeth.

How to Annoy the Goddess of Love By: merines

Sometimes quests go very wrong. Or very right, depending on how you look at it or who you ask. Contains sex and slash. Percy x Jason

On the Fringe By: Kirii

A year after the final battle with Kronos, Percy returns to Camp Half-Blood. Camp is expanding and life has returned to some semblance of normalcy. Luke is recovering, but can Percy forgive him for what he's done? Full warnings inside. Eventual Luke/Percy.
Like Water on Rocks by: theobjectlesson
Later, Nico would describe this feeling. But then, in that infinite second, all he is capable of is the complete and all consuming panic of knowing your blood has stilled in your veins. He feels his heart struggle in his chest to move the fluid-turned-stone around it, and listens to his cells scream for oxygen, running out in three… two… one…Percy/Nico

 

Girl Percy

Sophia Jackson and the Lightning Thief By: WelshGirl4Life

Sophia Jackson was what you would call an average ADHD and dyslexic 12 year old girl. Well, she had been until she went to that stupid museum with her school. Why does everything always seem to happen to her? Fem!Percy

Child of Rome By: IrissenNii

AU! Fem!Percy. Danae Jackson, born a Greek and raised a Roman. A real Child of Rome. Perhaps Hera's plan to unite the two camps was easier to accomplish, but what of the great prophecy would a Roman raised Greek really save them all? fem!Percy/Jason.

Decaying Hyacinths By: GaleSynch

AU: Fem!Percy. She has no memories of her own, all having been stolen from her, but she remembers this clear: of a blonde man who glowed like the sun, laughing as he twirled a metal ring, sitting among a field of hyacinths. Apollo/Percy

Uphill and Against the Wind By: formaldehyde.corruption

A series of encounters over the years leave Percy Jackson desperately in love with Apollo, the Sun God, but when Hera switches her with Jason Grace, Percy is left in New Rome with only the vague memory of a boy that almost seems to glow gold. Fem!Percy

 

XOvers

Holding Back the Sea By: rgm0005

Chiron always said there would be legends about him one day. He hadn't thought that would result in him fighting to the death with other Heroes, though. PJO/F/SN

(Percy Jackson/ Fate/stay Night)

Azalea E Potter: The Lightning Thief By: ImposterInDisguise

Azalea Potter, the daughter of Poseidon the sea god and the chosen one to the wizarding world, yeah this should be fun. Rated T because I'm a very cautious and paranoid person. Female Harry

Stronghold of the SeaBy: IrissenNii

AU! fem!Harry. fem!Nico. The sea is power, it is stubborn and does certainly not like to be restrained. Poseidon was a good father, but breaking his sacred oath twice gave his children one hell of a destiny. fem!Harry/Jason, Percy/fem!Nico, Sally/Sirius, some fem!Harry/Cedric.

Fanfiction - 36 - One Piece - OC

Hanley 
Author: NibelungVelocity 

Amano Hanley wasn't quite normal, true, but she was sure she had never done anything to deserve near death and a strange adventure in another world. Begins ten years before Luffy leaves Fuschia Village. New chapter: Clayface and Fiddler's Green.

Ripping Seams 

Author: DoilyRox 

To be a rider meant to own the sky. But Patches Avy always felt the sea was more her style. Of course, being the best seamstress in the East Blue doesn't help when you're stuck with Alvida. Luck introduces her to one Monkey D. Luffy.

 Haven 

Author: Cookie Krisp  

Leiko just wanted her Sweet 16 to be on a cruise in Lake Loch Ness. She never expected Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster, to be real, nor for it to be Fuschia Island’s local Sea King.And she totally didn't expect to drown and wake up on said Fuschia Island.

TOPA: To Run and Fight 

Author: Sofi Bleuphyre 

-Remake of The One Piece Attempt- Amelia Blancard just wanted a normal life. Fate has other plans for her, though, involving a curse, an annoying mystery man and his apprentice, and an ukulele... -?xOC-

Live 'till ya drop! 

Author: Snoara  

Say hello to Gloria, a girl who ended up in the One Piece world. Leaving behind the peaceful 'normal' life, she now ventures the world with the Strawhats. And of course, there are gods, goddesses and demons involved.
 

Diary of a Potato Bag 

Author: nothing new in this world  

It was supposed to be quite simple: leave her island to fulfill the promise she'd made so long ago. And then a Sea King messed up everything... and the old man and the stupid phoenix too. Marco/OC

The Way of the Vanilla One 

Author: The Curmudgeon  

There wasn't some great destiny for her future, nor a tangled web of tragedy for her past. She was just a teenager who did volunteer work and insincerely grumbled when her hands were so caked with charcoal they disappeared into the night. But Luffy said she was funny, and any protests lost the battle with laughter. OC-falls-into-One Piece story

The memories of the Master of Death

Hey everyone! This is one of the earlier scenes of a Harry Potter fanfiction I started some time ago. The story deals with Harrys unwilling timetravel into the time of Tom Riddles last year in Hogwarts and his struggle against the time paradox.

Because the name Harry gives himself is a name he has heard before when Hermione was telling them about Voldemorts first rise to power, the name of one of the dark lords most trusted. And there was no way Harry would be that person.

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A Beginning

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Harry landed on the unforgiving ground and his breath was knocked out of him. He blinked, once, twice, before forcing himself into a sitting position. He was still outside and the place looked familiar, he could easily make out Hogwarts looming above him, but something was missing. 

Something important that could not simply be moved away.

Dumbledores grave was gone.

The ground lay unmarred before him.

Harry looked around and finally his gaze fell on the two broken pieces of the wand next to him.

The Elder wand, broken and charred, barely recognizable. He picked it up and put it into his pocket, feeling a distinct unease at the realization, that he was now wandless. 

He remembered leaving his wand in the jacket he had worn during the reconstruction of the great hall, he had just discarded it, when the letter arrived and hadn’t bothered to pick it up, to dumbfounded by the letter he could still feel in the pocket of his trousers.

Cursing himself he stood up, brushing of the grass and dirt that clung to his clothes. Voldemort may be dead, but running off without a wand was more than just foolish, he could almost hear Madeyes voice barking in his head. Constant Vigilance! Well it would not happen again, Harry told himself. He would get a wandholster, no more stuffing wands into pockets.

Shrugging he turned towards Hogwarts and the unease he felt intensified. Hogwarts was perfect, looking exactly the way it had looked when he had first seen it and that was the problem.

Hogwarts was supposed to be damaged. The giants had laid waste to the entrance hall and he was quite sure that one of the towers had been damaged as well.

Something was terribly wrong. Harry hoped that the backslash that had occurred when he had snapped the Elder wand in half had simply knocked him out and he was simply dreaming now, but his instincts told him that this was not the case. And Harry had learned to trust his instincts the hard way, because usually they were right.

He took a closer look at his surroundings, searching for other indications that could give him a clue as to what had happened to him.

It was only when he looked at the place where, he knew with uttermost certainty; the Whomping Willow should be that a suspicion began to form in his mind.

Harry shock his head, forcing the thought away.

It was impossible, timetravel was only possible in a very limited timeframe and with the help of a timeturner. The Willow had been planted when his father had gone to Hogwarts, more than twenty years ago and the timeturner could send one back twenty four hours at most.

A voice in the back of his head chided him, telling him, that the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, the wand of Destiny was certainly capable of more than a delicate little pendant, but he pushed it away.

He had just managed to survive Voldemort and end the dark wizard once and for all. He was not ready for another adventure yet, but still he continued to steadily walk towards the entrance.

Gently pushing open the gates he stepped into the castle and his breath caught as his eyes fell onto the unblemished entrance hall. In front of his minds eye he could still see the rubble lying at the feet of the great staircase, or the door of the great hall – blown out of its hinges together with a great part of the wall.

It was surreal and Harry simply kept standing in the middle of the room, looking around aimlessly and wondering, what he should do now.

Distinctly he could remember Hermione telling him about the rules of time travel in his third year when they had set out to save Sirius. He was not supposed to be seen, yet should he really have travel in time, that was not helping him at all.

How was he supposed to return home?

Unlike Hermione he wasn’t extraordinary smart and certainly not able of coming up with a way to travel into the future. Was it even possible to travel forward in time?

The last time they had to wait for the moment they left to travel back to take their places again.

“And who might you be?”

He was pulled out of his musings and turned towards the direction from where he had heard the voice. A man was standing on the top of the staircase and looking down to him curiously, but with a distinct air of carefully veiled suspicion. 

Something about him was familiar, but it took Harry a moment to place the youthful face with the one he was accustomed to.

It was Dumbledore. 

His hair was red and he looked considerably younger than the last time Harry had seen him, but it was still Dumbledore. Not Harrys Dumbledore though, but the Dumbledore Harry had seen insider Tom Riddles diary and the pensive.

An around fifty years younger Dumbledore.

And that could only mean that there was more truth to his explanation than he had hoped. Harry opened his mouth to answer, but he froze halfway through.

“I- I…”

The words his father had written echoed through his head and suddenly they gained a new, horrible meaning. At familiarity he had felt towards it, making it more than just the name of one of Voldemorts followers.

Shaking his head Harry forced himself to swallow the bile rising in his throat. There was only one way to find out.

“I’m sorry. My name is Harold Evans, sir.”

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So yes It's quite short and almost a year old as well. There are various otherscenes I have written and I might upload so of them in the future as well. 

Feedback would be welcome.