Four YearsWhat I Write For: Percy Jackson, Mark of AthenaFour Years by meldickinson
Warnings: Sexual content, some language
Genres: Drama, romance
A/N: Zomg. A different fandom from me? WHAT IS GOING ON? Well I can't seem to read "The Mark of Athena" without stopping from all sorts of feels, so I thought I'd write about them. This is my version of Chapter 13 of Rick Riordan's "The Mark of Athena".
Annabeth's heart raced as she pulled Percy along through the Argo II. He had asked her several times where they were headed, but she ignored his demands.
"Annabeth," he whined and tried to slip his arm around her waist. "I haven't seen you in months."
"Keep yourself together, Seaweed Brain. We're nearly there."
She wiggled free of his grasp before he could push her blonde hair back with his nose and breath into her ear. Even the thought of the sensation sent goosebumps down to her toes.
Percy stopped dead in their tracks. Annabeth turned around to find Percy standing there in the dim light of the nig
Horned Inn Ch. 2 Mollai was right, Nico's scent did attract a lot of monsters and when they asked for him, Mollai would just show them his sword that is in a magical glass case, because they could smell him on it. I could still see more monsters come in and out and knowing Mollai is tending to their every need. I looked outside the window of the room Nico is resting at to see Modesta watching the sheep that we own, so monsters won't start to eat any of them without pay. I signed to myself thinking of how boring my job is compared to Mollai's and Modesta's. I just have to stare at him until he wakes up and tell him what we did for him and how he is going to work for us for now on. It might be hard for him. Life for demigods are hard,but for monsters are harder. We have to hide our true self from everyone we know. There are many different types of monster in this world. The ones that want revenge on the ones who made us this way. Most of us are too weak to kill any on they like the giants,Horned Inn Ch. 2 by Tallulajay
Destiny (A Percy Jackson and LoZ Fan fiction)I've seen a lot in my time, but never anything like this. You'd think I'd be used to things out f the ordinary. But no... this is different.Destiny (A Percy Jackson and LoZ Fan fiction) by GeekyZeldaPlayer
"Hey, Link here he comes again!" Percy screams at me and I doudge the villains attack. How did this all begin?
"Princess Zelda, I'm so glad to see you again." I say politely to the regal princess of Hyrule. She gives me a small smile and stands up from her throne.
"Oh Link. You know you don't have to speak to me like that." She tells me and walks over. He long brown hair falls neatly down her back and chest while she wears the royal crown on her forehead. Her light purple and white dress flows around her feet, and her golden armor on her shoulders glisten.
"Shall we go on a walk?"
We walk side by side in the Royal Gardens, and some knights that are on patrol greet me," good afternoon, Link." I nod and smile at them then continue walking.
"Are you okay, Zelda?" I ask her when there
Horned Inn Ch. 1Horned Inn Ch. 1 by Tallulajay
"I don't understand demigods, Modesta! Every time they see one of us monsters, they start screaming and attacking with their sticks that hurt. All because we turn into dust and don't die doesn't mean we don't feel pain." I complained to Modesta as we walked down our favorite forest to our Inn that we both run for the monster and mortals that cross its path. We do what can to make them as comfortable as possible with all of the limited resources and for a price. "15 drachma per night!" I would always yell when a monster comes or scream." 45 dollars per night!" when a mortal wanted to stay the night.
"Look." Modesta said quietly as she licked her pink lolly-pop and pointed in front of us. The second she pointed, the figure started to come closer with its black sword in hand. I looked and saw that Modesta had her arrows in hand and began to shoot at him as he slashed through them all. I couldn't believe ho
[LUCKY] Ch. 2 - A real hero?[LUCKY] Ch. 2 - A real hero? by Midaxz
‘So you don’t remember anything?’ Chuck said and raised an eyebrow. They’d just hit the road and the engine wailed as if it was about to give up any second. The teenager had told him about his little story; how he’d woken up without memories, met a crazy and glowing old lady and at last, how he’d flown out of the wagon and almost got overrun by Chuck.
Chuck sat silent for a while, trying to melt down the teenager’s story.
‘That sounds crazy, man’ he said and laughed nervously ‘What are you on?’
‘Hey, dude!’ The teenager snapped ‘I haven’t taken anything! It’s true!’
‘Yeah… sure, man’ Chuck said and bit his lip. They sat silent for a long time and the teenager decided to take a look around in the car. It smelled of pizza and old socks. It was full of fast food-junk, pizza boxes along with dirty underwear. I
PJO OC: Daquiri LaurensPJO OC: Daquiri Laurens by Cerulaen
NAME: Daquiri Rose Laurens (duh-KEER-ee) (LAWR-enz)
GODLY PARENT: Aphrodite
MORTAL FAMILY: Tim Laurens (biological father—deceased). No permanent family—a foster child
YEARS IN CAMP: Is new to camp at the beginning of her story.
Hair - Strawberry blonde (red-gold), waist-length hair; naturally straight, and often worn in side French braid or waved crazily
Eyes - Intense blue (change to blue-grey or dark blue depending on the light)
Physique - 5’, curvy, decently large cleavage, some muscle in arms, naturally muscular legs, thin—toned, but not ripped
Facial - Very pale skin, no freckles, small dimple in chin, heart-shaped mouth, long eyelashes
Makeup - Black-brown mascara, grey eyeliner, sometimes wears lip gloss or tint
CLOTHING STYLE: Very artsy, bold and boho—off-the-shoulder shirts; matelot-style skinny jeans and shorts, and occasionally maxi or high-low skirts; brown co
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