All Over The Road“T-take it easy, Annabeth," I stammered.All Over The Road3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She laughed lightly, her lips right next to my ear. “It’ll be fine, Percy.”
Her hand moved to my knee. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it was going to fly right out of my chest. Having ADHD means I’m distracted easily enough as it is, but trying to drive with Annabeth in the front seat was proving to be more than I could handle.
It was a beautiful spring day—perfect, I thought, for a cruise down the Long Island backroads. As soon as we got in the car, though, it was clear that Annabeth had other things on her mind. Apparently we had very different ideas as to what would be happening on this romantic drive.
I just wished I’d thought of Annabeth’s idea first.
She must have trusted me an awful lot to try something like this while I was driving. She pressed her lips against my neck and I felt a rush of heat. My eyes slipped closed, but at the last second, I r
Hazy"Annabeth! Wake up!"Hazy3 years ago in Drama More Like This
All Percy could do was watch in agony as his girlfriend slept fitfully in his bed, her body convulsing and her sweat soaking her curls. Her screams echoed in his ears and he fretfully shook her shoulders. It caused him so much angst to hear her in pain, and tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Please wake up!" He yelled hoarsely as Annabeth kicked out wildly. His heart dropped and he buried his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry," he croaked and walked to his bathroom. Turning on the faucet, he splashed cold water on his face. The color returned to his face, but his eyes remained red and puffy. Cupping his hands, he let the water run through his fingers loosely. Slipping his eyes closed, he concentrated on keeping the water in his hands.
Making his way to Annabeth, he watched helplessly as she thrashed and twitched. Ever since Tartarus, she had nightmares like this every night. Percy got them too, but he could usually snap out of it. Counting to three, he tossed the cold
Scars and Stories"Percy?" Annabeth asked, her face half-lit by the fountain's glow on Percy's cabin. A light breeze entered from the opened door, making her hair dance around her face. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear, a sign Percy recognized as nervousness.Scars and Stories3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was leaning on the doorframe, and kept checking behind her every now and then, as if waiting for a hellhound to jump up at them and attack. Her shoulders were visibly tense, and she had her arms wrapped around herself, her left fingers grazing her dagger's hilt.
She looked at Percy once again, seemed to realize something and immediately closed the door, making her way towards him. Her footsteps echoed on the wood floor. Annabeth reached out for the nightlight and turned it on.
As soon as the light was on, she could see Percy's tense shoulders beginning to relax. Hers did so, too, on instinct.
Percy sat up on his bed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling Annabeth to his lap. She had come here with the purpose to spend the night together,
That Girl - (Leo/Reyna) One Shot“Come on, Leo!” Percy yelled, his voice echoing through the high-roofed workshop. Leo didn’t stop his work to look back at Percy. He merely shouted over his shoulder.That Girl - (Leo/Reyna) One Shot3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Maybe I’ll come later. I’m a little busy.”
Percy tried to persuade him. “It’ll be a ton of fun! You could use a little break.”
“I just… I don’t know.” He stopped tinkering and the workshop became quiet. Leo’s voice portrayed enough reserve that Percy knew he was more subdued when he was at this camp, as opposed to Camp Half-Blood.
“It’s okay, buddy.” Percy took on a softer tone. “But it’s a holiday, so just consider coming out and having a good time with us. The Romans are fine, and I’m sure they’ll love you, considering all the crazy weapons you come up with.” He smiled, hoping to ease Leo’s nerves.
“Thanks, Percy.” Leo said. “I’ll think about it.”
Loner BuddiesLeo sat at his lone coffee table in Camp Jupiter's Cafe, sipping his fresh warm drink in deep thought. The great Prophecy was over now. Everybody was alive and Gaea was finally over with. The other six had gone off celebrating, each couple leaving to have some alone time. Percy with Annabeth, Jason with Piper, Frank with Hazel, and Leo...with his caramel cappuccino.Loner Buddies3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Not that Leo had anything against his coffee- it tasted great. But it wasn't exactly his idea of one on one time.
The door swung open, and Leo was surprised to see Reyna enter the cafe, her dark hair swept back by the mid-autumn wind and her obsidian eyes troubled.
He hasn't talked to her much ever since before the quest even started, but he did come to some conclusions on her: She never laughed, she always looked miffed, and she seemed to bore into your soul whenever she looked at you.
Leo frowned as she took her drink and sat at a small, secluded table in the corner. She looked so sad and drained, staring at her recyclabl
100 things Percy Jackson, Cannot Do100 things I, Percy Jackson, Cannot do:100 things Percy Jackson, Cannot Do2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. I no longer can make "Dam" jokes
2. Chiron didn't find it funny
3. Nor did Dionysus
4. Especially when I told him to get " A new dam shirt"
5. I can't flood camp to create a giant swimming pool
6. I'm still drying things out from that one
7. I am not allowed to call Nico emo
8. He will send me to hell
10. It wasn't fun needless to say
11. I'm not allowed to bribe Nico with Happy Meals
12. Because of numer 8
13. I can't call Nico, Nicky
14. See number 8
15. I can't ask Hades what his underwear is made off.
16. He didn't find it amusing.
17. I'm not allowed to make more enemies out of gods.
18. The list is getting too long
19. I can't scream "FIRE!" each time Leo appear or soak him with water to "douse" said fire.
20. I shouldn't remind Grover that while eating vegetables he is, technically, eating his
21. I should not tease Nico for his past crush on Annabeth
22. Number 8
23. I can no longer sing "Under the Sea" from the
Request: June WeddingWhat could possibly go wrong?Request: June Wedding3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, that was a bad question when it came to Percy and Annabeth.
But everything looked to be in order. The Aphrodite cabin had personally done the cake, under Piper’s watchful eye and strict instructions from Annabeth not to overdo it. She’d informed Annabeth that it looked great, elegant yet understated. Piper had also been put in charge of the decorating, as she was the only Aphrodite camper Annabeth trusted with her wedding. The amphitheater had been laced with white and blue roses, the sun was shining like always at camp, and everything seemed ready.
Her dress was perfect. A little old-fashioned, a little Greek-inspired. Annabeth knew it was a hit by the expression on Percy’s face when she walked up next to him. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack, but he smiled and took her hand. He mouthed the words “I love you” to her and that was when it all sunk in. This was it; she was finall
Nancy Bobofit ReturnsPercy's POVNancy Bobofit Returns4 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was early in June and school had just gotten out. Annabeth, Grover and I were walking through central park with ice cream after a great day. We went to lunch, and got enchiladas on Grover's behalf, and then walked around a little and ended up in central park. We all sat down on a bench, Grover on my left, and Annabeth on my right, and caught up on things. Annabeth was just getting to her newest architectural plans for Olympus when I saw her. I couldn't miss her and her and all of her klepto red-headedness. Nancy Bobofit. I couldn't believe it. After all these years she showed up in my life again. I looked over at Grover. "You see her too, right?" He nodded with a scared expression on his face. He was probably thinking of that peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. I really should've decked her.
I was suddenly overcome with the urge to show her that I was something. That her taunts meant nothing. And also, to get a little bit of sweet revenge. I had
SelflessPercy didn't know what it was, obviously. He couldn't see it.Selfless3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But from what he could tell, it was about twenty feet long, vaguely snakelike, with ten or more glowing red eyes, and at least six arms. It was slow, which was good because it had been slithering after him and Annabeth for the past three days. Now that they were at the Doors, though, it had finally caught up.
And all the other monsters that had been chasing them were catching up, too. Percy was glad he couldn't see most of them, but even in the dim light of his sword, what he saw made him wonder if he'd ever be sane again. A large part of him wished he were dead.
Then there was Annabeth. She'd been beyond brave, limping along on her wounded ankle, trying to find any information about the Doors that she could on her laptop. (They'd nearly tripped over it after falling into the Pit.) She sat near the doors now, furiously tapping away at the keys, looking for anything that would help keep the
A Very Demigod ChristmasA/N: Let's just pretend that this is post-Blood of Olympus, where everyone lives and Leo got Calypso out of Oogygia and Sally and Paul had a baby while Percy was gone and named her IsabelleA Very Demigod Christmas2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So…" Leo examined the map of the underground with a critical eye. "I have to take the west for two stops then the red one for three, then take the green line to fifteenth street, then grab a taxi to Broadway and the yellow train for one stop."
"That sound about right to you?" Leo turned to the dusty man sleeping on the stairwell next to him, and waited for his response.
"Of course it is. I'm always right."
Leo spun on his heel determinedly, and headed straight for the westbound entrance.
Then, stopping, the mechanic scowled.
"Didn't Annabeth say that I had to take the north?"
Leo spun around again and went back to the map, muttering about stupid subways and New York in winter, ignoring the bustling street around him.
"Do you think they'll all get here in time?" Sally was watch
The Red String of Fate"The gods tie an invisible red string around the ankles of those that are destined to meet each other... the two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances... this magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break"The Red String of Fate3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Athena had once read about it somewhere, she was sure, but she hadn't believed it at the time.
It sounded ridiculous, almost, but now quite, improbable. Nothing more than a myth, surely. A Chinese Legend.
But by the time one of her daughters, Annabeth, had turned twelve, Athena had began to notice some feeble, wispy tendrils of weak, red mist around one of her ankles. Athena had discarded it off as a trick of the light: maybe Helios or Apollo were messing with her again.
It was not until a few weeks later when that son of Poseidon arrived at Camp that she had seen a much similar thing on the boy's right ankle.
As the years passed, Athena had watched them with curiosity. The red thing was not m
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.33 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
Double TroubleDouble TroubleDouble Trouble4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Leo held his wife's hand, massaging it, as the doctor in New Rome bustled around, getting her stuff together to check their unborn child. Loren was a daughter of Apollo, bright and friendly, but very skilled in the field of medicine. The couple had trusted her with Hector, now 3, and went to her again for their second baby.
"Praetor, how have you been faring?" Loren asked kindly once she was done with the prep work and started to rub the ultrasound gel on Reyna's swollen stomach.
The woman shrugged as much as possible.
"Just like with Hector, I guess."
The the doctor looked at Leo.
"How is she?"
"Her mood swings are worse this time 'round..." his statement was met with a playful swat on the arm, "Her morning sickness was a lot worse...her cravings have been higher...I think that's it."
Loren gave a little frown, like she was thinking, but shook it off.
"Alright. Let's see what you're carrying, Praetor." Reyna nodded anxiously. She was excited to know what she and
Forever and AlwaysThis was it. The final fight, the demigods kept thinking. This will have to end one way or another.Forever and Always3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Percy and Annabeth lock eyes. She smiles weakly. He takes her hand and gives it a light, reassuring squeeze.
They share a quick kiss; a silent exchange of unspoken words, then run off to join the fight.
Everything was going as planned, at least so far. The only problem were the giants, there were no gods around, and they had no idea how to kill them. Maybe the gods will appear later, the demigods hoped.
Annabeth stabs a monster, which disintegrates into a yellow powder. She smiles and turns around quickly, scanning the battlefield for a sign of him.
Annabeth sees Percy. There he is, glorious as always putting up a fight. And he, too, turns around and smiles at her.
His smile quickly becomes an expression of pain and surprise as he looks down and the arrow that had just pierced through his chest.
He falls, gracefully and slowly.
Annabeth feels herself die. She runs to his side. Her lips a
Ridiculous“This is absolutely ridiculous.”Ridiculous3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“It is not, I’ve got this!”
“You say that all the time, when really, you don’t.”
“I mean it this time!”
“Sure, you do.”
Percy thrust his arm out and stretched his finger tips, keeping one hand balanced on the ladder. The Athena cabin was dismantled when the Romans attacked and now that the Giant War was over, it was time to fix it up. Shards of glass scattered the floor, paint was peeling, and bricks were blown off the exterior. It was a disaster. Percy was the first to volunteer, and Annabeth was starting to regret saying yes.
Annabeth sat back in amusement and watched as her boyfriend attempted to hang a fan back onto the ceiling. His black hair fell over his eyes and he blew it away in frustration, fiddling with his screwdriver. “Maybe you should cut your hair,” she called out with a smug grin. He glared in response.
“I’ve been a little busy!” he pro
Request: Just to See You SmileNow that Piper had moved to Camp Jupiter with Jason and Leo had been promoted to ambassador, he found himself traveling between the two camps quite often. His new position was great, and New Rome was even better. Well, it had its ups and downs.Request: Just to See You Smile3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ups were pretty fantastic. Free access to the forges whenever he was in town (and the forges were pretty sweet), discounts on all the food and the merchandise, and he got to hang out with Hazel and Frank. He got to help design and oversee the building of the forts for the War Games. Not to mention, the girls were beautiful.
The downs? Well, none of those girls were really impressed with Leo's title of "Official Ambassador to Camp Jupiter and Supreme Commander of the Argo II." He had to sit in on the Senate meetings and actually pay attention, because they needed his vote. There was Octavian to contend with. The guy definitely had a few gears loose. Leo didn't get much time to spend with Piper and Jason, because they w
Wakey, Wakey (Two Mini Stories In One)Annabeth took one hand off the wheel and smacked the back of her boyfriend's head.Wakey, Wakey (Two Mini Stories In One)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He snorted once then jerked awake. "Gah! What..." He rubbed his eyes. "We here already?"
She smirked. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty. You're drooling."
Percy sat up quickly and wiped at his mouth. Annabeth's grin widened.
"Guess some things never change," She told him and his face reddened. "Yeah, we're almost there. Road's about to get bumpy, so buckle up."
"I am buckled."
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "It's a figure of speech."
"Can't you just say 'brace yourself'?"
"Don't be annoying."
Percy crossed his arms with a satisfied smile. "So I'm right."
In answer Annabeth floored the accelerator, shutting him up quick.
"Aaaaanabeth. C'mon, Wise Girl, it's time to get up."
Annabeth turned away with a groan. Her arms were hugging her pillow like a teddy bear.
Percy rolled his eyes as she went back to snoring. And she complained he was stubborn in the morning.
"See?" He told her. "This is what happens when you s
Who Would Have ThoughtHer hair whips around her face as she laughs, a sound full of mirth.Who Would Have Thought3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She is always laughing, always looking so alive. Her toes leave imprints on the sand as she dances around with unbelievable grace, twirling and pirouetting, her dress catching the wind, shimmering, being played around by the morning breeze.
She is not only happy by herself, but it always finds a way to seep in through you, too, so you would be running and laughing and twirling and smiling just like her.
She stops, although it is difficult to tell if she is tired at all. Something has called her attention.
She skips towards the object and stoops. A blond curl falls loose from its blue hair tie, her favorite color.
When she straightens again, she has a pink seashell in her small hand.
Her eyes, the shame shade of green as her father's, stares up at her as she (of course) smiles and asks her mother if she can keep it. It must have been the umpteenth time she has kept a shell, but still her mother says that yes, she can.
Of Hats and Cold WeatherAnnabeth pursed her lips to keep her teeth from chattering. She wrapped her scarf even more tightly around her neck and buttoned her coat up to her chin in a lame attempt to stop the piercing wind and snow away from her skin. Still, she couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her body.Of Hats and Cold Weather3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Percy grabbed one of her gloved hands and smiled. Even though his cheeks were pink from the cold he didn't appear to be freezing as badly as her. She frowned at the thought.
"Cold, much?" he teased.
Annabeth snorted at this. "My nose and ears are freezing! I wish we had stayed at your apartment," she complained. It was all she could do not to pout.
"You were the one who wanted to visit Camp!"
"Well, now I'm the one who wants to be taken back." And now she pouted.
"Aww, come on! You have that little wool hat-" he pulled it down to her eyes so it covered her vision and she smiled, "-to keep you warm. And both sweaters. The coat. The scarf. AND the gloves. You seriously can't be that cold, Wise Girl
Sunday AfternoonsThere was nothing Annabeth loved more than a sunny Sunday afternoon in the New York City public library. The building’s tall windows of polished glass let in natural light, distracting from the pale white of the fluorescent bulbs overhead. Annabeth often found herself buried in the stacks, sitting on the floor in a patch of sunlight, surrounded by books for her latest research paper or architecture project. The smell of old textbooks and classics floated in the air around her, and the aging manuals opened with well-worn ease. She always lost herself in the words immediately.Sunday Afternoons3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was nothing Percy loved more than a sunny Sunday afternoon in the New York City public library. With Annabeth. He loved the way a little smile tugged at the corners of her lips when they walked through the door, the architecture capturing her attention. He loved the way she trailed her fingers along the rows and rows of books before pulling one off the shelf and settling on the floor. She seemed
BeautifulThe ceremony they hold in the heroes' honor does not feel like a ceremony at all, at least for Piper.Beautiful3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Grim faces are everywhere while eyes dart around, skittish. They are trying not to see, not to remember the blood of the lost ones that had seeped on that very ground. The wind itself is cold and harsh, beating against hunched bodies and figures as mercilessly as the enemy's army not too long ago.
Banners are burnt and prayers are said, but consolation is yet to be found.
All the while Piper holds the hand of a white-faced Jason. Her numb fingers squeeze his, and her worried gaze meets his.
"I am so very sorry, Jason." Her words are soft, a lover's whisper. Piper observes Jason carefully and is surprised when she sees tears threatening to fall.
He holds her to his shaking body and buries his face in her hair. She can feel the wet trail his tears leave on her neck, but she says nothing. Her own eyes are beginning to sting as she feels Jason's body being racked by sobs.
"I know I
Harry Potter Talk"Daughters of Aphrodite, could you please not flirt with the Apollo boys? Just this once? We've got a schedule here!"Harry Potter Talk4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Annabeth, honestly, you're just stressing yourself out."
"You're no fun, Annabeth!"
"I am not, Percy."
"Yes, you are."
"I just don't like to cram about this, you know. I mean, the camp's looking great but I still have Olympus to work on... Okay, guys! Hecate's statue goes right there. Great! Thanks!"
"I finally get the girl but she'd end up ignoring me."
"Don't you think it's cool, though? We get to add 8 more cabins! And it's all thanks to Percy? Hey! Where're you going ?"
"To the lake."
"Hold on a sec.! Gods, how'd you get there so fast?"
"I'll come with."
"But... weren't you just...?"
"I'm not stupid, Percy. I kinda know it when my boyfriend feels ignored."
"You're doing your 'I'm a daughter of Athena' thing again, huh?"
"Nah. I'm doing my 'I've known you for years' thing. C'mon, to the lake!"
"You're such a know it all. I
MessagesShe hated checking the messages on the machine. For the first few months she had hoped that the message would be someone tell her that they found Percy. Around April she stopped hoping. All she could do was wish that her son would come home. She couldn't even pray. Who would she pray to? The people the gods who took him away?Messages3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The red light telling her she had a message had been blinking in her home phone for days. She didn't want to listen to it ever. She wanted the cable company or the bank or the salesman to just sit there forever. They weren't bringing her son back.
Annabeth had told them that the ship was leaving and that they would find Percy where they were going. Sally didn't get her hopes up; that's what Annabeth said the last time.
Finally, after watching it blink for a week, Paul finally hit the button to play the message before they went to bed (with endless protesting from his wife.)
Sally listened to the message stone-faced. She didn't even blink. When it ended
Stolen ParadiseAnnabeth watched the struggling embers try to fight back the darkness and the cold. She wished she could strengthen them somehow, but they were failing; she was frozen to the core. She tightened her hand around Percy’s and leaned her head against his shoulder.Stolen Paradise3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They were sitting back-to-back, Percy facing away from the fire so the light wouldn’t blind him while he looked for potential threats. Not that there was much to see, though. And the fire was dying anyway so there wasn’t much light that could blind him.
Tartarus was never completely silent, which was unnerving. Normally, Annabeth appreciated some small sound, to let her know she wasn’t alone, but every echo, every moan, every creak could mean their death.
Nothing to worry about.
As the cries of monsters faded out, which they did every few minutes, Percy interrupted the silence.
“You know,” he ventured, then stopped, surprised by how loud his voice sounded. He continued in an al