Drabble and ficlet: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
These were requested by jayiin (the drabble) and arasnaem and govcampbell (the ficlet). Both requested Percy/Annabeth. jayiin gave me the prompt "sad puppy eyes" and arasnaem and govcampbell asked for a story about Percy and Annabeth trying to go on a normal date.
Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase (and their weapons) are owned by Rick Riordan. I'm not making any profit from this, other than the fun I had writing them.
The drabble and ficlet ended up being related to each other, and there are some (slight) spoilers for all five books in the Percy Jackson series.
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For jayiin
Title: Movie Night,
Word Count: 100 words
"Please, Percy?"
"Annabeth," I said, "haven't we been through this already"?" I love the girl, but when she gets an idea in her head, she gets as tenacious as Mrs. O'Leary does when she's attacking the training dummies at Camp.
She cocked her head slightly, and her eyes…
"Oh no, you don't," I said, shaking my head. "You can't use those puppy-dog eyes on me. They don't work. Nope."
She batted her eyelashes.
I sighed. "Fine," I said grumpily. "We can watch Love, Actually. But next time, it's my turn to choose, and it won't be some stupid chick flick."
For arasnaem and govcampbell
Title: Date Night
SummaryPercy/Annabeth try to have a normal date
Word count: 790
Annabeth looked amazing. Like, "getting your breath knocked out of you because you just got yourself run over by Mrs. O'Leary "amazing. I knew she could clean up good, but…
"Wow."
I know. That was suave of me, huh? But I couldn't make my brain function well enough to say anything more.
She grinned at me-a good sign-and held her arm out for me to take. "Ready?" she asked brightly.
Was I ready? By the gods, yes, I was ready. I'd been waiting for this day for what seemed like months (even though it was really only a couple of days since I'd seen her last). We were, for once, going on a date. And not one of those sitting in the living room and watching a video with my mom and Paul or having dinner and listening to Annabeth's dad talk about some battle, but a real, live, normal date. Dinner and a movie (at the theater), by ourselves, without our parents or Grover or Thalia hanging around.
That was the plan, anyway.
What actually happened was anything but normal. Unless you're a demi-god. If you are a demi-god, well… You know what that means. Normal for us is not the same as normal for mortals.
Annabeth and I walked down the street, hand in hand, towards the pizzeria my Mom and Paul had found while he was…um…"tutoring" her. Annabeth and I always laughed a bit about that, because, well…because. We're pretty sure "tutoring" wasn't the only thing going on when Mom and Paul found this pizzeria, considering they eventually got married. We were going to have some dinner, sit around and talk a bit, and then hit the movie theater...if we could ever agree on what to watch. She wanted one of those fancy art-movie things, with the subtitles you have to read if you want to understand what's going on. I wanted the latest action/adventure film.
I guess, technically, I got my wish-I got the action and adventure, anyway. See, they'd just served our pizza when I noticed these two…dwarves, I guess is what you'd call them, although they looked a bit like monkeys…come into the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it at first-you see all kinds of people in New York. But then I noticed what they were doing.
They'd go over to a table, and one of them would distract the patrons while the other would pick pockets, steal wallets and purses, and sneak jewelry off the ladies (how they did that, I had no idea).
I nudged Annabeth's foot with mine, trying to get her attention. "Annabeth," I whispered, nodding my head towards the two dwarves, who'd just stolen a diamond necklace from the lady at the table next to us.
"What?" she asked, her gaze following mine. "Oh. Cercopes."
"Cer-what-ees?"
"Cercopes, Seaweed Brain," she said, rolling her eyes at me. "Some hero you are. Can't even recognize all of the monsters-"
"What are they, exactly?" I've learned the best way to stop Annabeth when she was starting to get on a roll is to not let her get on a roll in the first place.
She nodded her head at them, careful to not draw their attention. "Those monkey-like dwarf things," she said. "Thieves, mostly, but pranksters, too. They can do a lot of damage with their little 'jokes'." She blushed and I wondered what the story was behind the pinkness in her cheeks. I mean, Annabeth is the bravest girl I know-she held the world on her shoulders (literally), led us through the labyrinth, fought against the Titan lord Kronos… It takes a lot to make her blush.
"Can we just ignore them?" I asked hopefully. "Continue on with our evening like nothing weird happened?"
We watched as someone's Coke exploded out of the glass, spewing all over everyone at the table.
She sighed. "I don't think so." She pulled out her dagger and Yankees cap as I pulled my pen out of my pocket. "Di immortales. All I want is one normal date like a normal girl. Is that asking too much?"
"Somehow, I think this is normal, at least for us."
She sighed. "Fine," she said. "But you still owe me a date, Seaweed Brain."
I stood and uncapped my pen, and Riptide grew to full size, drawing the attention of the Cercopes. "You're on, Wise Girl. Ready?"
She nodded.
"All right," I said. "You take the one with the jewels, and I'll get the other one. Meet back at the table when we're done?"
"Of course. I don't want to miss the pizza," she said, pulling her cap on and disappearing before my eyes. "On three then?"
"On three," I confirmed. "One, two, three-"
Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase (and their weapons) are owned by Rick Riordan. I'm not making any profit from this, other than the fun I had writing them.
The drabble and ficlet ended up being related to each other, and there are some (slight) spoilers for all five books in the Percy Jackson series.
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For jayiin
Title: Movie Night,
Word Count: 100 words
"Please, Percy?"
"Annabeth," I said, "haven't we been through this already"?" I love the girl, but when she gets an idea in her head, she gets as tenacious as Mrs. O'Leary does when she's attacking the training dummies at Camp.
She cocked her head slightly, and her eyes…
"Oh no, you don't," I said, shaking my head. "You can't use those puppy-dog eyes on me. They don't work. Nope."
She batted her eyelashes.
I sighed. "Fine," I said grumpily. "We can watch Love, Actually. But next time, it's my turn to choose, and it won't be some stupid chick flick."
For arasnaem and govcampbell
Title: Date Night
SummaryPercy/Annabeth try to have a normal date
Word count: 790
Annabeth looked amazing. Like, "getting your breath knocked out of you because you just got yourself run over by Mrs. O'Leary "amazing. I knew she could clean up good, but…
"Wow."
I know. That was suave of me, huh? But I couldn't make my brain function well enough to say anything more.
She grinned at me-a good sign-and held her arm out for me to take. "Ready?" she asked brightly.
Was I ready? By the gods, yes, I was ready. I'd been waiting for this day for what seemed like months (even though it was really only a couple of days since I'd seen her last). We were, for once, going on a date. And not one of those sitting in the living room and watching a video with my mom and Paul or having dinner and listening to Annabeth's dad talk about some battle, but a real, live, normal date. Dinner and a movie (at the theater), by ourselves, without our parents or Grover or Thalia hanging around.
That was the plan, anyway.
What actually happened was anything but normal. Unless you're a demi-god. If you are a demi-god, well… You know what that means. Normal for us is not the same as normal for mortals.
Annabeth and I walked down the street, hand in hand, towards the pizzeria my Mom and Paul had found while he was…um…"tutoring" her. Annabeth and I always laughed a bit about that, because, well…because. We're pretty sure "tutoring" wasn't the only thing going on when Mom and Paul found this pizzeria, considering they eventually got married. We were going to have some dinner, sit around and talk a bit, and then hit the movie theater...if we could ever agree on what to watch. She wanted one of those fancy art-movie things, with the subtitles you have to read if you want to understand what's going on. I wanted the latest action/adventure film.
I guess, technically, I got my wish-I got the action and adventure, anyway. See, they'd just served our pizza when I noticed these two…dwarves, I guess is what you'd call them, although they looked a bit like monkeys…come into the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it at first-you see all kinds of people in New York. But then I noticed what they were doing.
They'd go over to a table, and one of them would distract the patrons while the other would pick pockets, steal wallets and purses, and sneak jewelry off the ladies (how they did that, I had no idea).
I nudged Annabeth's foot with mine, trying to get her attention. "Annabeth," I whispered, nodding my head towards the two dwarves, who'd just stolen a diamond necklace from the lady at the table next to us.
"What?" she asked, her gaze following mine. "Oh. Cercopes."
"Cer-what-ees?"
"Cercopes, Seaweed Brain," she said, rolling her eyes at me. "Some hero you are. Can't even recognize all of the monsters-"
"What are they, exactly?" I've learned the best way to stop Annabeth when she was starting to get on a roll is to not let her get on a roll in the first place.
She nodded her head at them, careful to not draw their attention. "Those monkey-like dwarf things," she said. "Thieves, mostly, but pranksters, too. They can do a lot of damage with their little 'jokes'." She blushed and I wondered what the story was behind the pinkness in her cheeks. I mean, Annabeth is the bravest girl I know-she held the world on her shoulders (literally), led us through the labyrinth, fought against the Titan lord Kronos… It takes a lot to make her blush.
"Can we just ignore them?" I asked hopefully. "Continue on with our evening like nothing weird happened?"
We watched as someone's Coke exploded out of the glass, spewing all over everyone at the table.
She sighed. "I don't think so." She pulled out her dagger and Yankees cap as I pulled my pen out of my pocket. "Di immortales. All I want is one normal date like a normal girl. Is that asking too much?"
"Somehow, I think this is normal, at least for us."
She sighed. "Fine," she said. "But you still owe me a date, Seaweed Brain."
I stood and uncapped my pen, and Riptide grew to full size, drawing the attention of the Cercopes. "You're on, Wise Girl. Ready?"
She nodded.
"All right," I said. "You take the one with the jewels, and I'll get the other one. Meet back at the table when we're done?"
"Of course. I don't want to miss the pizza," she said, pulling her cap on and disappearing before my eyes. "On three then?"
"On three," I confirmed. "One, two, three-"