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Promises Percy was scared. Tartarus was worse than anything that he has ever faced. The minitaur might as well been a puppy, and Kronos, he was child's play in comparison. And what made it worse was that Annabeth was in constant danger. She had no means of protecting herself (she lost her dagger during the fall), and her broken ankle rendered her almost incapable of movement.
What Percy worried most about was losing Annabeth. He made sure he was always close to her, whether he was carrying her, or holding her hand. Percy knew that letting go would mean death, or worse, insanity, for Annabeth was what kept him going. And he never let go, he couldn't let go.
When they approached the doors, a rush of adrenaline came over Percy. They were almost out. He shared a smile with Annabeth, and pulled her close, "I will never let go," he promised.
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Sally was anxious. First Percy was missing, and that broke her heart. Then, ei

Request: Some HeroPercy had only recently developed a fear of enclosed spaces. In Rome, he thought he’d overcome it—at least a little—but after being in Tartarus, it returned, along with his fears of drowning and suffocation.

That’s what it was like in Tartarus. The darkness was tangible and heavy. Though it was so open down there, the darkness physically pressed in. It filled his lungs like the inky water of the nymphaeum in Rome. Even with the light of Riptide, he and Annabeth hadn’t been able to see more than a few inches in either direction.

Every night, the renewed fears crept into his dreams and invaded his subconsci

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.

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 kno

Valentine's DayAnnabeth had somehow convinced Percy to avoid all the stereotypical sappy stuff on Valentine’s Day. Even though it was their first Valentine’s Day as a couple (technically, though, their first was when Percy was missing), Annabeth thought it was a useless holiday. “Let’s just not do it, okay?” she’d told Percy. “It’s way too predictable.”

“But this is our first Valentine’s Day together!” His features subconsciously molded into that cute-baby-seal expression.

Annabeth held firm. “I’d really rather not. No romantic dinner, no box of chocolates, no dozen

Thank You Piper felt sad. She should be happy. They were successful in getting Percy and Annabeth out of Tartarus. Nico was right, they made it, but they were so . . . different.
Something down there had changed them, Piper knew it. She knew some unfathomable thing had done something to them. They hardly spoke, and if they did it was to each other. Percy wasn't nearly as sarcastic as he was before, and that happiness Piper saw in Annabeth when the finally found Percy, was gone. They would just sit next to each other, not speaking, just holding hands.
Piper wasn't the only one who noticed this. When ever someone tried to talk to either one of them, they were answered with silence. Hazel talked to Piper about this. She had informed Piper that Percy wasn't this distant, even in the presence of Polybotes.
How were they going to defeat Gaea if "The most powerful demigod" known was out of it? I was a concern Jason had brought

You and Me: Forever“Gods, Piper, I don’t know about this.”

“Trust me, Annabeth. You look amazing.”

Piper beamed with pride at her choice of dress for Annabeth, just like a true daughter of Aphrodite. Not to brag or anything, but it was perfect. It was a little Grecian, with a swooping, draped neckline and a flowing skirt, the entire dress made of a shimmering, emerald green fabric. It was just Christmasy enough without being over-the-top.

Piper had styled Annabeth’s hair just right and accented it with a silver headband. Her makeup was understated, just visible enough to bring out Annabeth’s gray eyes. In a

Request: Jackson Driving SchoolGods. There was no way he was going to agree to this. But I had to ask anyway. Maybe... maybe if I sold this just right, Paul would buy it. Annabeth had been teaching me a thing or two about arguing my case, so I was relatively confident.

“Paul?”

He glanced up at me from where he sat, waist-deep in English papers.

“Could I borrow the Prius?”

“What for?”

“A friend of mine wants me to teach him how to drive.”

Paul’s brow furrowed, and he pulled off his glasses. He was seriously exuding the whole teacher vibe, and it was making me nervous.

"Which friend?”

Pleasant DreamsAnnabeth sauntered in to my cabin slowly and sat (almost seductively) on my messy bed. As she sank into the mattress, her hands stretched out behind her, lifting her skimpy jean shorts to expose more thigh.

My mouth must’ve been open, because I now realized and clamped it shut.

I tried to weigh what the right thing to do here was. My body was telling me to tackle the blonde, hot mess across from me; but if Coach Hedge found out,...

I walked towards her cautiously, letting my teenage heart roar in my ears with every beat. Letting it engulf me in sensitive desire, knowing that one touch from her would be like Hell breaking loose...

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Up All NightAfter a few immensely frustrating minutes, Percy stopped fighting with his godsdamned hair. No matter how hard he tried, the mop on his head was not looking any better.

The boy sighed in anguish and released the wooden brush from his wet fingers, hearing the object clank to the bathroom floor.

Annabeth would be here any minute, and though Percy hadn't been nearly as nervous when he asked her to come over yesterday, his nerves felt like they were being attacked with a cheese-grader now.

Part of him realized just how unreasonable his feelings were- Annabeth came over all the time- but the other part just got more and more anxious every time

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One's lonely, two's a party, three's a crowd.

It too true, that saying. That two people could have a wonderful time but as soon as you add another, things get awkward.

What would you call six? What does it matter, they can break up into two's. Seven? One is left lonely. Lonely, lonely, lonely. Sigh.

If you have any similarities to this in your life, you are unlucky. I would know. I'm a part of seven. Well, At one point it was five, but I try not to think about that. It's pretty depressing (even if in a certain point of view it could have been thought of as romantic).

I don't know why I'm One. I'm a pretty funny guy. People enjoy my humor. I'm totally lovable.

Sure, I was a suspect for my mother's murder and I may have started a war, but who doesn't have that on their record?

The fact is, one is lonely, three's a crowd, and seven is freaking pathetic.

Who cares about a repair boy? No one's going to fall with me. No one will dance with me on the roof. No one will help me carry my weakness.

I can make a chain. I have my automatons. I carry my weakness in my tool belt.

I am the repair boy. I created the Argo II. I am Leo Valdez. Super-Sized Mc. . . Mcshizzle, man. Bad. . . Bad boy supreme.

I am the Seventh wheel. I am lonely. I create a crowd.

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~My5tic-Lali Feb 21, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

LEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Leo angst is the best type of angstttttttt
this is awesome, in case you didn't know.

~swordofcoldfire010 Feb 21, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Why thank you!! I I too think Leo has the best angst. It's just so justified (at least in my eyes).

~My5tic-Lali Feb 21, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

No problem! It's so true. I'm trying to write Leo angst, because not enough people seem to want to, but I keep running smack into writer's block. ^^

~swordofcoldfire010 Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

What I did was I waited until I had a fragment of an idea then I just expanded on it. I wrote this because I was in desperate need of inspiration. And so I just wrote down any thought that came to mind.

~My5tic-Lali Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

it's really great! ^^ As soon as i get an idea, I'll have to do that too

~swordofcoldfire010 Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks. And I hope you do, I imagine that when you get your inspiration, it will be wonderful!

~My5tic-Lali Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks alot!

~swordofcoldfire010 Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

No problem at all!

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