All Over The Road“T-take it easy, Annabeth," I stammered.All Over The Road2 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
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 Shot2 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.”
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
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 Stories2 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,
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
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
You and Me: RecoveryIt was happening again…You and Me: Recovery3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That weightless feeling, nothing above, nothing below. Nothing but the whistling wind and the thick, suffocating, choking darkness, the loss of gravity and the horrifying feeling of falling. Her throat closed in panic, screams fighting to escape her chest.
No, no… This isn’t real! We made it out! We made it out…
A menacing laugh echoed from the depths below her. Oh my dear. You never truly made it out. A small part of you, a piece of your sanity, will always belong to me. The laughter resonated through her bones, chilling her veins.
The darkness pushed in closer, forcing itself against her until it felt like she was being crushed under the weight of the sky again. She could feel Percy’s hand in hers, falling into the Pit with her once again, but the tighter she clung to him, the less substantial his hand felt. Slowly, his hand dissolved and the scream that had been building in her
POWERS--NEW VERSION BELOW IN DESCRIPTIONA Demigod Role Player’s Guide to the Various Powers of Gods and GoddessesPOWERS--NEW VERSION BELOW IN DESCRIPTION1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
--The children have the power of empathy.
--They can feel emotions radiating off other people.
--They are extremely enticing.
--They have magic related to love and beauty.
--They can charmspeak.
--They have great fashion sense.
--They can naturally speak French.
--When in sunlight, their abilities are stronger.
--They are gifted with beautiful voices, they can heal if they sing to their father.
--They are excellent at enchanting arrows.
--They are very good doctors.
--Their healing abilities are not supernatural, but they are very efficient at it.
--They can curse others to speak only in rhymes.
--They can manipulate light to the extent of becoming invisible.
--They are athletic and good at sports.
--They are talented in the arts.
--They are expert musicians.
--They can control man-made and natural light, they can brighten, dim or make light
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 Afternoons2 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
Who Would Have ThoughtHer hair whips around her face as she laughs, a sound full of mirth.Who Would Have Thought2 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.
Nancy Bobofit ReturnsPercy's POVNancy Bobofit Returns3 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
DistractionsShe couldn’t concentrate. Images flashed before her eyes in rapid succession, cutting off abruptly when she mentally berated herself. They’d cease for a moment as she redirected her attention to her book, but her ADHD brain soon filled with unwanted memories once again.Distractions2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mostly it was just colors—red and black, glowing eyes and darkness—but it was also sounds. Screams and roars, growls so vivid it was like the monsters were here in the room with her. Surprisingly, though, Annabeth wasn’t afraid.
She and Percy had been out of Tartarus for nearly eight months, and gradually, through the use of distractions and therapy and a million other things, they overcame their fears. The anxiety was still there, of course, but much more manageable now. It wasn’t quite fear anymore. Just a nuisance.
Still, though, she and Percy had their habits that they stuck with in case of regression. Annabeth still felt a tremor of panic in the back o
Ridiculous“This is absolutely ridiculous.”Ridiculous2 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
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
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 Talk3 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
The Prince of the SeaI'm going to tell you a tale.The Prince of the Sea1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tale you have probably heard before.
Like a hammer on a nail,
Being driven into the floor.
It's about a boy who tried his best.
Tried to care and to please.
He tried with every test,
Until he was down on hands and knees.
It will be he that they call hero,
It will be him who fulfills the prophecy.
It will be he that shall make her blood flow,
It will be him who will make you breathe.
Fighting in a war that owned him,
A puppet controlled by the puppeteer.
With all strings attached to his rim,
Just there for jests and jeers.
A weight on his battered bones,
Chains chiming at his feet.
A slave to those who sit on thrones,
There to torture and beat.
It will be he that they call hero,
It will be him who fulfills the prophecy.
It will be he that shall make her blood flow,
It will be him whose worst nightmare he shall see.
After blood, sweat and tears were shed,
He was finally rid of those chains.
But in the end, the slavers weren't dead,
He had just lost all tha
Request: The Nightlight IncidentDrew muttered to herself as she marched from cabin to cabin. She blamed Piper for this. Well, she blamed Piper for everything, but this especially. Chiron had announced that an Aphrodite camper had to do inspection that week and dear Miss McLean had decided to take a vote as to who would be saddled with inspection duty. Drew was elected.Request: The Nightlight Incident3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So she scowled at campers who failed to get their cabins in order in time, scribbled on her clipboard, gave the Athena cabin two out of five purely because Annabeth was dating Percy, and steered clear of Nico’s cabin altogether. He was at Camp Jupiter anyway.
When she got to Cabin Three, she knocked on the door—as was protocol— and barged in without waiting for an answer—as was her personal protocol. She had things to do anyway and this would only take a minute.
Surprisingly, Percy’s cabin was almost immaculate. Chiron had said it would take Percy some time to get used to things being so normal, so it
Request: FrazelFrank really just wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there for the rest of his life.Request: Frazel3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had literally spent weeks worrying about what he would do for Hazel's birthday, and the only idea that came to him made him so nervous that he hated thinking about it.
A romantic dinner.
Frank Zhang, who could face down armies of monsters and an evil earth goddess was terrified of having a dinner date with his girlfriend. But not for the reasons you might think. Sure, they'd gone on plenty of dates before, but this one was going to be different. He was going to... attempt to tell Hazel how he really felt.
They'd met up at one of the restaurants in New Rome and he was so nervous he hardly touched his dinner. Hazel, of course, looked stunning in an old-fashioned, cream-colored dress that made her skin glow. Her gold eyes flashed in the candlelight, which totally didn't help matters. Everything was going great, up until he spilled the soda.
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
Unconditional- SolangeloUnconditionally- SolangeloUnconditional- Solangelo9 months ago in Romance More Like This
Warning: Yaoi/shonen-ai content
Will sighed, staring at the son of Hades' back. The dark-haired demigod was insisting that he would eat his lunch in a nearby tree. Jason protested, begging for Nico to eat at his table. Upon being let out of the infirmary, Nico hadn't said a word to Will.
To be honest, he seems afraid.
Will ran his slightly tan fingers through his sun-kissed hair. Nico scowled at Jason and turned his back to the son of Jupiter.
He didn't stop Octavian from dying. He, in fact, chose to let it happen. Did he...hate him? Will wondered. Alarmed, Will shook his head, trying to shake the thought out of his ear. He put his lunch down, apologized to his siblings, and marched up to the tree where Nico di Angelo was sitting.
“GET YOUR SKINNY WHITE BUTT DOWN HERE, DI ANGELO!” Will roared. Nico yelped and fell. Will caught him.
“Uwah!” he looked up and blushed. “Why are you holding me?!”
“If I wa
Angel On the BeachPercy Jackson released a content sigh as he gazed across the sandy beach of Montauk, his old childhood summer escape. It had been years since he had visited, but the whole scene was as fresh as it was in his memories, as if he had stepped right into an old photograph snapped by his mother—the ocean’s familiar roar in the distance, pounding the shoreline where a little blue beach house was nestled in the sand like an old friend, with its creaky steps and peeling paint job—the place was practically home. But it held something now that it hadn’t before, something that made it infinitely more magnificent than the place already was, or rather—two somethings.Angel On the Beach2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Percy, put that stupid camera away.” Percy tore his eyes from the little peephole in the camcorder—a hand me down classic courtesy of Sally and Paul—and met his wife’s stormy gaze. There was a scowl on her sun flushed face, pretty as ever, and her long blonde hair was c
TensionAnnabeth Chase did not have meltdowns.Tension2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was proud of that fact. She was proud that she could look at any difficult situation logically and see a way through it. Hadn’t she defeated Arachne? Escaped Tartarus? Put Gaea back to sleep? Well, she’d had help, of course, but still.
That didn’t help the fact that she put way too much pressure on herself. And she knew she did it, too. Which, of course, put more pressure on her. This time, she wasn’t sure she could do it.
She’d hit a wall. The plans for Olympus were at a standstill and she’d spent the past three hours drawing, erasing, and ultimately throwing away sketches. Her vision was unfocused, her head pounded louder than thunder, and there was a constant, throbbing ache, a knot of tension right between her shoulder blades. No matter how many times she straightened up, or rolled her shoulders, or stretched, it just wouldn’t go away.
Several blueprints lay before Annabeth, a
The Beginning"Tell me about the one where you defeat Gaea!"The Beginning3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No! I like the Battle of Manhattan story better!"
"Can you tell us again about the Labyrinth?"
Percy sat on the couch with his three young children: Landon, Charlie, and Blaire. Charlie, the oldest, sat on the floor with his arms crossed and face shadowed by his long, black hair. Blaire, with her honey-blonde ringlets and big green eyes, sat on her dad's knee as she clenched her favorite owl shirt. Percy threw up his hands in exasperation.
"Guys, one at a time!" He reminded them sharply and Landon opened his mouth to protest. Percy narrowed his eyes and his middle son was quickly silenced. The young father took a deep breath and looked at each of his kids. Each one was unique, but their faces all resembled their parents. Blaire looked just like Annabeth except for her eyes, and Landon looked identical to Percy, except his messy, surfer-like hair was light blonde. Charlie always looked more guarded than his siblings, with his black hair an