This was fun. Thank you so much! I'm not sure it's *quite* what you wanted, but I think it fits.
An alternate version of the confrontation during The Last Olympian.
Percabeth, “We can never be together kiss”
She got right in my face. "Yes, you. You're a coward, Percy Jackson!"
We were nose to nose. Her eyes were red, and I suddenly realized that when she called me a coward,maybe she wasn't talking about the prophecy.
“You’re right,” I blurted, before she could say anything else. She froze with her mouth half open. “You’re right,” I repeated, my voice trailing into a whisper. “I am a coward.”
“Percy, I didn’t mean,” she said softly. “No, I didn’t mean…”
We were still inches apart, and I realized that her eyes were starting to fill with tears. “No, I am.” I swallowed. “Because I should have done this months ago.” Screwing up every ounce of courage, I leaned forward the last few inches between us, and kissed her on the lips.
I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but I hadn’t expected her to throw her arms around my neck and pull me closer.
I got lost in the amazing feel of her lips against mine, and I would have happily stayed kissing her for all of eternity, but suddenly, she jerked away from me, releasing me so abruptly I almost fell.
“No,” she sobbed. “No, we can’t!” She turned away from me, hugging herself tighly, and her shoulders were shaking in a way that suggested she was trying to hold back sobs. “I can’t.”
“Annabeth?” I reached out to touch her shoulder. She jerked away.
“No, Percy, we can’t do this. I can’t do this,” she said. “I can’t…I can’t…” She sounded like she was trying to hold back hysteria. “We can’t,” she whispered.
“Why not?” I asked.
She turned, and looked at me, tears streaming down her face. “Because I won’t be able to take it when…if…” she stumbled.
The Prophecy.
The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap.
I got angry then. Really angry.
“No,” I said fiercely. “Annabeth, I won’t.”
“But,” she sobbed.
“I refuse,” I said. “Annabeth, I am so fucking sick of being a pawn for everyone.” She squeaked a little when I swore. But I’m a New Yorker, I’d learned how to curse in kindergarten. ”I’m done accepting prophecies, and fates, Kronos, the gods, my father, the whole fucking mess of them. I’m over it. I am going to end this, and I’m going to do it my way, and when it’s over, I want my life back. And you’re going to be a part of it.”
“Percy,” she sobbed. “You…you…you can’t fight fate.”
“Wanna bet, Wise Girl?” I said. “Watch me,” I growled. The ground rattled ominously.
I turned and stalked off toward the arena. I needed to find Nico. Maybe Mrs. O’Leary could help.
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖 🍒
omg thank you for the ask!
I would recommend like four of my stories, so this should be short and sweet.
No Glory in the West - By the numbers, my most popular story. It's the first longfic I've ever completed (hopefully won't be the last!), and it's the one that I poured a ton of love into. If you love High Romance in a Western setting, this is the story for you!
Mornings of Gold, Valentine Evenings - My Winter Olympics AU oneshot. It's got milkshakes, Kate Bush, a love triangle, and hockey banter for days.
The Once and Future King - This is an ongoing WIP, but I'm very proud of the way this one's shaping up so far and I'm very excited about what's coming up for this in the future. If you love Arthuriana and courtly love space operas with fights, heists, Eldritch beings, and ghosts - we've got that here and more!
Burn With Me, Heaven's On Fire - It's a love story, with lots of glitter. My ode to the hard-working performers of the stage and pole.
Here’s a concept: Calypso have up on love centuries ago, so now only the “dead” queer demigods show up on her island. She’s just chilling with lee, Michael, Ethan, and Leo drinking smoothies and talking shit
Leo stumbles over the beach thinking he’d be dead and instead he walks in on a group of demigods cheering Calypso on as she chugs a virgin daiquiri and someone keeps time.
The only other person there when Percy shows up in this son of Hermes who’d been there for about nine years and then in the middle of dinner that first night he just stands up, downs an entire mojito in one go, says “Alright I’m out, it’s been fun” and Calypso says “cheers bro” and he walks into the ocean, presumably back to whatever he’d been up to when he got flung out of a yacht.
They throw DOWN for book club. Everyone has an opinion.
I unironically love this. Calypso’s island just being this vacation spot in the middle of nowhere where half dead demigods do art therapy and garden and tan on the beach while they gossip
Saw a bunch of people messaging you about pie preference as just want to say that, as 24 year old, you will enjoy many pies. Don’t worry too much about preference now or what you have encountered or haven’t encounter. This is only half a parody message. There really are a lot of good pies, and I’m not confident I’ve enjoyed even half of them so far. Your pie-enjoying life doesn’t end at 18 (ok but for real not trying to minimize anything. all jokes)
It's not that deep, it's actually pretty silly. The day I decided to sign up on Tumblr it was on november which is my favorite month of the year, and the sky was really grey because of a thunderstorm coming. And... That's basically it. My URL was inspired by my love for fall and thunderstorms
11: Who is your celebrity crush?
Niall Horan (yes I was a directioner) and Lauren Jauregui (yes I'm a mess for Latina women)
22: What was the last film you saw?
The Hunchback of Notre Dame (with a huge cookie dough ice cream pint that I instantly regretted having devoured)
