First bit of a Pjo fanfic I started, should I keep going?
I've only recently become interested in the world of fanfics and making some of my own, so my Ao3 account invitation is pending as of right now. For a little context, this is in a mortal AU where Percy and Annabeth are somewhere around 21-25, no fucking idea, and there are gonna be both continuity and practicality errors in this setting, but whatever. I'm incredibly open to criticism, even if it's brutal, and would rather someone be mean then lie about its quality; and I also need general like advice on how and where to start uploading my fics, if I even do make anymore.
[ mortal/university AU ]
It was late- or early, depending on how you looked at it. 4:00 AM. There was nearly no one else in the airport, aside from a few ruffled, coffee fueled business men there for late trips to foreign cities, and one or two tired airport workers, shuffling to and fro round the desolate place, desperately waiting for their late night shift to be over, and Annabeth was bone tired. She had made her way through security, settled down with her bags at her gate, and closed her sleepless eyes. Her breathing was soft, headphones hanging ‘round her neck and, her chin length curly hair, a color midway between golden and light chestnut, was fanned out over her shoulder in a shower of softness. She was here for a well deserved vacation, a twelve hour flight to Paris, alone, in hopes of either a summer romance or progress in her career, but it wasn’t going well. Her flight would leave at 5:00 AM, and she had woken up late, rushed to the airport, blitzed through sleepy security officers and worn x-ray machines to get to her gate on time, and… she was an hour early, and out on sleep. Just as she began to relax her weary muscles and allow herself to drift off to sleep, she heard echoey footsteps. She opened her eyes halfway, and saw what had to be the cutest boy she’d ever laid eyes on in her entire life, just her type. Footsteps echoing loudly around the large, vacant hallway that led to the gates, he looked around, dazed and quite obviously tired, dark bags under both of his eyes. Wearing baggy black denim jeans, and a worn but comfy looking beige hoodie, him standing there, wired earbuds trailing down his neck, and metallic red suitcase trailing behind him, he looked like a sight straight out of one of Annabeth’s fantasies or books. As he wandered his way towards the gate, the click-clack noise of the suitcase wheels passing over the spaces between every tile echoing around the large empty hall, Annabeth couldn't help but notice every little detail. The little purple paint stain on the left sleeve of his hoodie, the way his messy black hair flopped out onto his head, somehow looking like he’d just woken up and yet also perfect at the same time. The one thing that stuck out to her was his eyes, though. They were a deep mix between blue and sea green, and the iris was almost bright, as if the guy was actually glowing. Something about them just… popped, to Annabeth, and she couldn't stop herself from staring deep into their depths. Issue is, it’s rather hard to stare someone directly in the eyes without them noticing, and the boy rather quickly noticed her gaze.
this was my inspo for annabeth here, so imagine her roughly like this, though with a lighter skin tone, more how she's described in the books in this scenario
Now, I don't exactly know how to credit people, and from what I've heard this artist is incredibly famous among the pjo fandom, but here's her tumblr @viria. also, I swear to god if there's some stupid controversy around imma crash out her art is too good for that
