The Adventures of Peter Johnson: Part TwoThe Adventures of Peter JohnsonPart TwoPoseidon materialized in his throne, a simple fisherman's chair. He rested his trident on the pedestal and turned to his right, where his youngest brother sat with a disgruntled expression. "You should've knocked, brother." Zeus grumbled.Poseidon raised an eyebrow, "Where, brother? There are no doors.""It would've been more polite!" Zeus shot back.Poseidon sighed in exasperation. "No matter. There are more important things to discuss. My son, for example.""Ah, yes," Zeus rumbled. "The demigod brat that had the nerve to turn down our generous offer and tell us to pay more attention to our children."Poseidon sighed, "Brother, you're still not over that? It is partly your fault, however. You agreed to his request."Zeus grumbled, "We owed the boy."Poseidon ignored him and continued, "Besides, it's not as if you had another demigod child. Except for Thalia and Jason Grace." He turned to look at his younger brother. His expression turned to one
At HomeSpoilers for Mark of Athena!This one shot picks up where Rick Riordan left off before Percy and Annabeth fall asleep in the stables aboard the Argo II (So when they're cuddling). Warning: it's pretty fluffy."Shut up, Seaweed Brain. Just hold me for a while."…Percy happily obliged and pulled Annabeth closer to him. Her body curved to fit his nearly perfectly and it was then that Percy realized how much he’d missed this, just lying next to Annabeth. Her soft hair brushed against his face feather soft, smelling of wildflowers and strawberries baking in the sun. If Percy closed his eyes he could almost imagine he was back at Camp Half-Blood, lounging in the strawberry fields with Annabeth like they used to do before…Well, before things had went bad.Percy stuck his face into her hair and took a long whiff of summer. “You smell good,” he mumbled.Annabeth laughed against him. “Good to know. You don’t smell too bad yourself.”
The Adventures of Peter Johnson: Parts 3 and 4The Adventures of Peter JohnsonPart Three"Oh, I don't know," Rachel shrugged. "Maybe it's cause his American counterpart is your boyfriend. But what do I know? I'm just a silly little mortal."Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Whatever. But Mr. D told me to keep his 'snooty ass' out of trouble.""So basically, you're babysitting." Rachel noted."Oh, shut up!" Annabeth shoved her red-headed friend with a laugh. She glanced around camp to look for Peter. Her grey eyes went wide when she saw Peter talking to Grover Underwood, Percy Jackson's best friend, but definitely not Peter's. Uh-oh. Who knows what might come out of Peter's snooty mouth.She dragged Rachel over to Grover and Peter, who were talking to each other awkwardly. When Grover noticed his female best friend, he excused himself and stepped in next to Annabeth. The satyr whispered, "Chiron told me about Peter Johnson and thought that me being here might help solve the problem. But the only thing I got out of him is that he's a whole
HoO- A Place to RestA Place to RestSpoilers for: Mark of Athena (vaguely.)Characters/Pairings: Leo/Nico Onesided:Nico/Percy and Leo/Jason and Leo/Hazel + mentions of all the canon couples. “I only built enough rooms for the eight of us, so you’re going to have to sleep in one of…their…rooms right now…” Leo explained. He watched the terrible realization come over Nico’s face and felt a pang in his heart. This kid was the son of Hades, King of Ghosts, but he looked so small and frail sitting there next to Hazel. “He could share my bed,” Hazel offered, “I wouldn’t mind.” “He could sleep in sickbay; there are plenty of beds in there.” Jason countered, Leo thought about both options eying Nico uncertainly.
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?” “A friend from camp. I mean, I taught Annabeth how to drive. You know, she’s a really good driver—“ “Percy, Annabeth is a very responsible and logical girl. Who, exactly, did you want to teach?” “Jason Grace.” “Does he have hooves?” I sighed, remembering when Grover had asked me to teach him th