Fear CH.2 It was the middle of the night here in Burgess. Jack sat cross-legged in the middle of a frozen lake, eyes closed, staff laid carefully across his lap. The cold wind brushing against him was like a comforting caress to Jack. Listening to the sounds of the night, he thoroughly enjoyed the soft snow fall gently sprinkling over his pale skin and the surrounding area. Here, in this isolated little area, he felt safe – here he felt happy.Fear CH.22 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Not that he wasn't happy in general; the world was saved, Pitch was gone. He was a Guardian. People believed in him. He was ecstatic, he really was! He just wondered what would happen now that his 15 minutes of fame were over – if the Guardians would go back to their workshop and palace and hole and just...work until the next threat arose. Is that how this gig worked?
His doubts were probably irrational, but being alone for over 300 years can give you some abandonment issues. Now that he knew North and Sandy and Tooth and Bunnym
The Depths of Hell CH.2PercyThe Depths of Hell CH.22 years ago in Sketches More Like This
His green eyes met her grey ones for a second.
Piercing wails tore through Percy's mind, dragging him into consciousness. Hisses and whines seemed to wisp through every part of his brain as if a thousand monsters were being tortured inside his head. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and saw nothing but blurred shadows. Where exactly am I? he thought, barely cognizant. Percy had to blink a few times for his vision to sharpen. He listened to the sounds that seemed not to be coming from his surroundings but from his own mind. Tartarus..?
He then became aware of his body as the sense of touch and feeling crept back, pushing away the numbness. A warm weight was on his chest and he looked down only to shudder as a wave of pain shot through his skull. With a sharp intake of breath, Percy suddenly felt as if his back was on fire and his head run through with an axe. Spots danced across his vision and he quickly succumbed
You and Me: The Daylight P.3The daylight streamed through the windows and Annabeth blinked her eyes, still having difficulty adjusting to bright light. She'd woken up three times last night from nightmares, but had managed not to scream; Percy needed to rest. The only reason he hadn't had any dreams was because he was so heavily sedated.You and Me: The Daylight P.32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She sat up from her uncomfortable position on the floor and gazed at him. He had a long scar along his jaw, his shoulder was heavily bandaged, and there were even more bandages around his abdomen. He'd taken a knife for her. Twice. In the bright light, all his scratches seemed to stand out more, the shadows under his eyes were a little darker, and his face was tense with pain, even in unconsciousness. His skin was still so pale from their time spent in Tartarus.
Yet, Annabeth smiled. He was so brave. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of all the things he'd done for her in the Pit, how strong and reassuring he'd been, how protective. "I love you," she wh
At HomeSpoilers for Mark of Athena!At Home2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This one shot picks up where Rick Riordan left off before Percy and Annabeth fall asleep in the stables aboard the Argo II (So when they're cuddling). Warning: it's pretty fluffy.
"Shut up, Seaweed Brain. Just hold me for a while."
…Percy happily obliged and pulled Annabeth closer to him. Her body curved to fit his nearly perfectly and it was then that Percy realized how much he’d missed this, just lying next to Annabeth. Her soft hair brushed against his face feather soft, smelling of wildflowers and strawberries baking in the sun. If Percy closed his eyes he could almost imagine he was back at Camp Half-Blood, lounging in the strawberry fields with Annabeth like they used to do before…Well, before things had went bad.
Percy stuck his face into her hair and took a long whiff of summer. “You smell good,” he mumbled.
Annabeth laughed against him. “Good to know. You don’t smell too bad yourself.”
The Depths of Hell CH.4AnnabethThe Depths of Hell CH.42 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Annabeth was snapped out of her horror as Percy not-so-subtly edged in front of her, putting himself between her and Arachne. She had almost forgotten he was there in her panic. She may not have a sword, but at least she has Percy.
"Now, you're going to pay for tricking me!"
And she lunged towards them.
Spider-lady was surprisingly nimble for an ugly monster with only about half of her legs in working condition. And boy was she ugly.
She had a huge spider's backend, to put it nicely, and the green goop dripping out of her looked like snot, which was even grosser. Her face was a grotesque hybrid of woman and spider.
But other than a few gooey cuts and broken legs, Arachne looked pretty good for a spider who had fallen billions of miles into a dark pit.
Gosh, that sounded really weird.
And here she was, barreling towards the two demigods, needle-like teeth showcased between sn
Request: Nothing We Can Do...Whenever two headstrong and stubborn gods like Zeus and Poseidon fought, it was always difficult to tell who was being more… difficult.Request: Nothing We Can Do...2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“How could you let this happen?”
“I hardly think this is my fault, brother.”
“My son, my only son is in Tartarus and yet you insist that we sit here and do nothing?”
For once, Zeus was being the rational one. “There isn’t much we can do.”
Thunder rumbled outside.
“No need to get testy, Poseidon.”
The thunder rumbled even louder, shaking the massive windows of the throne room. “How dare you… treat this like it isn’t even an issue! How would you feel if Thalia were there? How do you think Athena must be feeling?”
Lightning flashed in Zeus’s eyes. He grit his teeth. “Athena… is not in her right mind at the moment. And don’t you bring my daughter into this. If you ask
Almost Lover"Jason!" Reyna laughed.Almost Lover2 years ago in Romance More Like This
They were holding hands and walking around New Rome. Assuring they had urgent matters to discuss, they'd excused themselves out of their routines.
"What? It's true." Jason smiled, and for an instant the little scar above his lip was barely visible. Reyna often wondered how he'd made it. "I'm telling you that kid creeps me out- what kind of oracle slaughters stuffed animals?"
Reyna tried not to smile. "You're just mad his last 'victim' was your eagle plushie-"
"It was NOT a plushie- and I only asked him wheter he'd shut up and he said, 'I'll consult it with the gods," and- poof! Tempest was cruelly beheaded."
Now Reyna laughed. "It had a name?"
Jason seemed momentarily distracted, staring into space. "Um- what? Oh, yes."
Reyna sighed. It was happening more and more often, Jason's distractions. Like his mind was somewhere else.
He seemed to notice this. He squeezed her hand reassuringly. His fingertips across her skin always managed to send little electrical bolts
A Proper DateAfter spending so much time in the Aphrodite cabin, Piper found that she was a lot more comfortable with attention.A Proper Date2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She'd decided to grow her hair out and get rid of all the choppy layers. But she still kept in a few of her signature braids and one or two feathers. It was a little bit of an improvement, and her cabinmates couldn't really complain (it was progress, after all) but they were still trying to get makeup on their counselor. However, that was where Piper drew the line.
Until Jason decided to ask her on an official date.
"I figure," he started, "that we've never really had a real date. So we can head into New York or something, get dinner, whatever you want."
"Okay," Piper agreed. She beamed. "Sure. You pick the place."
Jason ran a hand through his hair. "Um, yeah. I don't really know too many restaurants in New York..."
"Just ask Percy. I'm sure he'd know."
So they decided on a restaurant at s
Live LongDeath, Annabeth decided, was a very strange thing.Live Long2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't quick and painless--oh it was far from painless--but while on one hand there was suffering, there was also a promise it would end. Almost as if death were making a bargain, suffer beyond belief and I'll give you eternal relief.
What a beautiful consolation prize that would be.
The lake of blood keeping her afloat smelled rank, but soaked into her hair and clothes with a force that she no longer possessed power over. She thought of last summer, when her hands had been coated in the different bloods of so many people. And then that one last death, where she had pressed her palm to his and imprinted his innocent blood onto her fingertips forever.
Annabeth wished Luke was with her right now. He would hold her hand, brush the hair back from her forehead like she was 7 years old again, and whisper her way through this. "It's okay, Kiddo. Only a little while longer and things will be better."
Maybe she would see him so