fic: seven Percy Jackson drabbles
Round-up the drabbles from the first line meme. Splitting into two posts. Various pairings and ratings, although the last Percy/Annabeth fic on this entry is pure smutfic. Thank you to everyone who gave me the prompts to work with!
Title: All You Have To Do Is Ask
Characters: Nico and Rachel
Word count: 125
“I didn’t ask for this, you know!”
If Rachel had a golden drachma every time some hapless demigod fed her that line, she’d be one rich Oracle. It was always their excuse when something bad happened - “I didn’t ask to be a born a demigod, okay!” or “I didn’t ask to be chased from home as young child by blood thirsty monsters!” or even once a, “I didn’t ask to be sent on this stupid quest, all right?” - although she didn’t think admitting you’re in love with a girl who’s sworn to be a virgin for the foreseeable future was a particularly bad thing.
“I know you didn’t,” Rachel replied, touching his cheek. “But I did.”
Title: A Pair of Hypocrites
Characters: Nico and Rachel
Word count: 223
"Well, you're one to talk, hypocrite," Nico laughs, trailing his hands up her smooth sides. "Aren't you still telling everyone that you're Apollo's pure and virginal Oracle?"
Rachel's freckled cheeks flush a pretty pink, and she shifts, lying her arms on his chest and propping her chin on her arms so she can look at him properly.
"Would you rather me tell them the truth and then watch Apollo burn you to a crisp for participating in my debauchment? I'm sure he'll make a spectacle out of it and everything so you'll feel really special," she says mockingly.
"'Debauchment,' now there's a fun word," he replies, ignoring the rest of her words. He moves a hand upwards, and begins tracing patterns on the side of her bare breast. "And an equally as fun activity."
She rolls her eyes, her fingers curling in the hair on his chest. "You are insatiable, di Angelo, really. Almost obnoxiously so."
"I have to earn Apollo's fury properly, don't I? And don't pretend like you don't enjoy it, you - "
Rachel leans up and silences him with a very thorough and rather...well, debauched sort of kiss.
"You call me a hypocrite one more time, and you are getting kicked out of this bed, mister."
"Duly noted," Nico says, and their mouths meet for a much longer engagement.
Title: Say it Again
Characters: Thaila and Luke
Word Count: 103
He wasn't sure what he was expecting her to say, but this certainly wasn't it. He had wanted her to say it, of course, had prayed she would, but even in his wildest dreams, he had never really expected those words to come out of her mouth.
“What did you say?” Luke asked, his throat dry.
Thalia Grace, newly resurrected daughter of Zeus, lowered her shield and brought her spear to her side. She regarded him, a mixture of pained resignation on her face and loathing in her electric blue eyes.
“I said,” she repeated slowly. “That I’ll join you.”
Title: Blood Oath
Characters: Thalia and Luke
Word Count: 390
"Don't be such a girl," Thalia said, holding out the knife for him. "It won't kill you, and it doesn't hurt much at all."
Luke glanced at the weapon warily. "This is stupid. Why do you want to do this?"
"Because," she replied, bouncing the knife up and down impatiently, "that's what real friends do. And we're friends, aren't we?"
"You know we are."
"So why are you hesitating?" Thalia continued, reaching for the magic words, the words that always get Luke to do what she wants. "I've already sliced my hand and if you don't do it, I'll just look like an idiot who cut herself on her knife or you'll just look like a silly old coward - "
Luke sighed in exasperation and snatched the knife out of her hand. He opened his left palm and pressed the knife tip against the skin. His blue eyes met hers and she nodded reassuringly. Quick as lightning, he drew the knife across his palm and hissed in pain as bright red blood bubbled up from the wound.
"Now what, oh fearless one?" Luke asked, grimacing as he handed the knife back to her.
"Hold your hand up and spread your fingers," Thalia said, scooting closer to him. She reached out with her own bleeding hand, threaded her fingers with his and then pressed their palms together. Despite everything they'd been through in the last few months, this was the most intimate moment they had ever shared. She could feel the heat of his blood, his essence mingling with hers, and her breath caught as she felt the slight thrum of his heartbeat through his palm.
"There," she said breathlessly. "Now you've got some of my blood and I've got some of yours, and that's the strongest sort of friendship you can have."
"Cool," Luke said, but he made no move to pull his hand away from hers. He had a funny look on his face, one that Thalia had never seen before, and she couldn't help the blush that spread to her cheeks when they lock eyes a moment later.
"So," she said, clearing her throat. "Are you going to let go of my hand any time soon? This is kinda embarrassing."
"Don't be such a girl," Luke shot back, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Holding hands won't kill you."
Title: Passing the Blame
Characters: Percy and Annabeth
Word count: 294
“We could always blame Nico,” Percy said hopefully, gazing down at the ruins of what once was a very lovely flower garden. A lovely flower garden that happened to belong to Persephone, who would undoubtedly not be pleased by it’s destruction at the hands of two caviler demigods, no matter if they had been hunting down a particularly nasty dragon at the time or not. “I mean, she already hates him enough, so she won’t question the story.”
“Percy, we are not blaming Nico for this,” Annabeth replied, glaring at him. “We’re both adults now, and if we can’t accept the responsibility for our actions - ”
“Did I mention,” Percy interrupted casually, “that she’ll probably turn him into some blooming plant as punishment? You said you’ve been looking for something new to add to our window box, and it’ll get him out of our hair for a couple of weeks.”
For a moment, Annabeth looked deeply tempted by this idea. Since Nico had moved in with them, they hadn't had a moment of peace and he was always reappearing at the most inopportune times when they were alone together. Percy hadn’t gotten properly laid in two weeks, and it would serve the kid right if he got turned into a girly looking flower for a month or two.
“Nah,” she said after some serious contemplation. “Knowing Nico, he’d probably figure out a way to be even more obnoxious in flower form. Plus, he’d kill all my other flowers. Again.”
“Are you sure?” Annabeth fixed him with her Don't Argue With Me, Mister look, and he sighed. “Fine, I’ll give Grover a call and see what he can do. You big spoil sport.”
Title: Diversionary Tactics
Characters: Percy and Annbaeth
Word count: 430
Hades would not be happy to find out his son had been strangled by a certain daughter of Athena, Percy thought idly, watching from the porch of his cabin as Annabeth and Nico continued to argue about the blueprints for the Hades cabin.
Because that was what would certainly happen if Nico kept insisting that he had to have Ionic columns on the outside of his cabin instead of the Corthinian columns Annabeth had decided on or some other minor detail like that. Percy had long ago learned that you just did not mess with Annabeth when it came to architecture unless you wanted blueprints shoved down your throat.
As much as he would have liked to see Annabeth beat up Nico instead of him for a change, the kid was interfering with Percy's valuable alone time with his girlfriend and something had to be done about that.
"Annabeth," Percy said, getting to his feet and stepping between the two of them. "Why don't you just let Nico have his stupid columns?"
"Are you insane? That would ruin the overall cohesiveness of the entire cabin! It'd look absolutely idiotic, and - "
"Your design already looks idiotic," Nico said unhelpfully, peeking around Percy's side. "I look like I'm living in a really fugly tomb."
Annabeth's face purpled. "All right, that's it. I'm going to murder you, you - Percy, what do you think you're doing?"
Percy had cupped her face in his hands, and lowered his lips to hers before she could protest much more. He had discovered within the first few weeks of dating Annabeth that she tended to lose all train of thought after he kissed her - it was certainly an awesome way to make her forget she was mad at him, at least for a little while. Or give Nico enough time for a proper escape.
"Mmmm," Annabeth said after he pulled away a few moments later, a dreamy expression in her eyes. "What was I saying?"
"That you wanted to come relax by the lake with me for the rest of the afternoon?" he supplied helpfully, plastering his most winning smile on his face.
The dreamy expression disappeared and Annabeth narrowed her eyes, not buying it for a second, and glanced around him. She let out a curse, and shoved him out the way to chase after Nico.
"Percy, now that little brat is getting away! NICO DI ANGELO, YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN!"
"Darn," Percy sighed, spinning on his heel and shuffling after them. "I thought for sure that trick would work."
Title: To Those Who Wait
Characters: Percy and Annabeth (smutfic)
Word count: 383
Sometimes she wishes she hated him, with all the time he makes her wait. He’s good at doing that, building up her release, and then backing off, letting her cool down as he turns his attention elsewhere before he starts the process again. It’s pure torture, always being teasingly close the edge of pleasure but never getting enough friction or stimulation to make it all the way.
Percy delights in exasperating her at every moment possible, whether they're in bed or not, and he knows how much she hates it when he teases. She hates it even more when there's nothing she can do to hurry things along - when Percy wants to take his sweet time, he makes sure she's tied to something sturdy before he begins so Annabeth can do nothing but submit to his whims.
"Percy," Annabeth whines, shifting her hips impatiently. She glares at him through matted, sweat soaked hair and tugs helplessly at the ropes tied around her wrists. "Get your mouth back on my clit or so help me..."
He laughs, his warm breath puffing against her, and Annabeth throws her head back as her pussy clenches, moaning brokenly. His big hands caress her ass and he trades kisses on the inside of each of her trembling thighs.
"You didn't say the magic word, Wise Girl," he says mockingly, his green eyes wide and nearly black with desire.
"I hate you!"
His kisses start moving down her leg, away from her center. "Hmm, I don't think that's the right word..."
"Oh, you frustrating, son of - " Annabeth swallows her remaining insults, knowing that's exactly what he wants her to do and that she'll never get the release she wants if she keeps going that way. She gulps down the tattered remains of her pride, and says, "Please, Percy. Please make me come."
"Good girl."
Annabeth reminds herself that she's going to have to get him back for that condescending remark sometime soon, maybe make him beg for a change, but then his hot, wicked mouth is back on her pussy, tongue diving inside of her as he eats her out with merciless abandon. Her toes curl and her back arches off the bed, and she promptly forgets about anything except the blazing pleasure coursing through her body.
Title: All You Have To Do Is Ask
Characters: Nico and Rachel
Word count: 125
“I didn’t ask for this, you know!”
If Rachel had a golden drachma every time some hapless demigod fed her that line, she’d be one rich Oracle. It was always their excuse when something bad happened - “I didn’t ask to be a born a demigod, okay!” or “I didn’t ask to be chased from home as young child by blood thirsty monsters!” or even once a, “I didn’t ask to be sent on this stupid quest, all right?” - although she didn’t think admitting you’re in love with a girl who’s sworn to be a virgin for the foreseeable future was a particularly bad thing.
“I know you didn’t,” Rachel replied, touching his cheek. “But I did.”
Title: A Pair of Hypocrites
Characters: Nico and Rachel
Word count: 223
"Well, you're one to talk, hypocrite," Nico laughs, trailing his hands up her smooth sides. "Aren't you still telling everyone that you're Apollo's pure and virginal Oracle?"
Rachel's freckled cheeks flush a pretty pink, and she shifts, lying her arms on his chest and propping her chin on her arms so she can look at him properly.
"Would you rather me tell them the truth and then watch Apollo burn you to a crisp for participating in my debauchment? I'm sure he'll make a spectacle out of it and everything so you'll feel really special," she says mockingly.
"'Debauchment,' now there's a fun word," he replies, ignoring the rest of her words. He moves a hand upwards, and begins tracing patterns on the side of her bare breast. "And an equally as fun activity."
She rolls her eyes, her fingers curling in the hair on his chest. "You are insatiable, di Angelo, really. Almost obnoxiously so."
"I have to earn Apollo's fury properly, don't I? And don't pretend like you don't enjoy it, you - "
Rachel leans up and silences him with a very thorough and rather...well, debauched sort of kiss.
"You call me a hypocrite one more time, and you are getting kicked out of this bed, mister."
"Duly noted," Nico says, and their mouths meet for a much longer engagement.
Title: Say it Again
Characters: Thaila and Luke
Word Count: 103
He wasn't sure what he was expecting her to say, but this certainly wasn't it. He had wanted her to say it, of course, had prayed she would, but even in his wildest dreams, he had never really expected those words to come out of her mouth.
“What did you say?” Luke asked, his throat dry.
Thalia Grace, newly resurrected daughter of Zeus, lowered her shield and brought her spear to her side. She regarded him, a mixture of pained resignation on her face and loathing in her electric blue eyes.
“I said,” she repeated slowly. “That I’ll join you.”
Title: Blood Oath
Characters: Thalia and Luke
Word Count: 390
"Don't be such a girl," Thalia said, holding out the knife for him. "It won't kill you, and it doesn't hurt much at all."
Luke glanced at the weapon warily. "This is stupid. Why do you want to do this?"
"Because," she replied, bouncing the knife up and down impatiently, "that's what real friends do. And we're friends, aren't we?"
"You know we are."
"So why are you hesitating?" Thalia continued, reaching for the magic words, the words that always get Luke to do what she wants. "I've already sliced my hand and if you don't do it, I'll just look like an idiot who cut herself on her knife or you'll just look like a silly old coward - "
Luke sighed in exasperation and snatched the knife out of her hand. He opened his left palm and pressed the knife tip against the skin. His blue eyes met hers and she nodded reassuringly. Quick as lightning, he drew the knife across his palm and hissed in pain as bright red blood bubbled up from the wound.
"Now what, oh fearless one?" Luke asked, grimacing as he handed the knife back to her.
"Hold your hand up and spread your fingers," Thalia said, scooting closer to him. She reached out with her own bleeding hand, threaded her fingers with his and then pressed their palms together. Despite everything they'd been through in the last few months, this was the most intimate moment they had ever shared. She could feel the heat of his blood, his essence mingling with hers, and her breath caught as she felt the slight thrum of his heartbeat through his palm.
"There," she said breathlessly. "Now you've got some of my blood and I've got some of yours, and that's the strongest sort of friendship you can have."
"Cool," Luke said, but he made no move to pull his hand away from hers. He had a funny look on his face, one that Thalia had never seen before, and she couldn't help the blush that spread to her cheeks when they lock eyes a moment later.
"So," she said, clearing her throat. "Are you going to let go of my hand any time soon? This is kinda embarrassing."
"Don't be such a girl," Luke shot back, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Holding hands won't kill you."
Title: Passing the Blame
Characters: Percy and Annabeth
Word count: 294
“We could always blame Nico,” Percy said hopefully, gazing down at the ruins of what once was a very lovely flower garden. A lovely flower garden that happened to belong to Persephone, who would undoubtedly not be pleased by it’s destruction at the hands of two caviler demigods, no matter if they had been hunting down a particularly nasty dragon at the time or not. “I mean, she already hates him enough, so she won’t question the story.”
“Percy, we are not blaming Nico for this,” Annabeth replied, glaring at him. “We’re both adults now, and if we can’t accept the responsibility for our actions - ”
“Did I mention,” Percy interrupted casually, “that she’ll probably turn him into some blooming plant as punishment? You said you’ve been looking for something new to add to our window box, and it’ll get him out of our hair for a couple of weeks.”
For a moment, Annabeth looked deeply tempted by this idea. Since Nico had moved in with them, they hadn't had a moment of peace and he was always reappearing at the most inopportune times when they were alone together. Percy hadn’t gotten properly laid in two weeks, and it would serve the kid right if he got turned into a girly looking flower for a month or two.
“Nah,” she said after some serious contemplation. “Knowing Nico, he’d probably figure out a way to be even more obnoxious in flower form. Plus, he’d kill all my other flowers. Again.”
“Are you sure?” Annabeth fixed him with her Don't Argue With Me, Mister look, and he sighed. “Fine, I’ll give Grover a call and see what he can do. You big spoil sport.”
Title: Diversionary Tactics
Characters: Percy and Annbaeth
Word count: 430
Hades would not be happy to find out his son had been strangled by a certain daughter of Athena, Percy thought idly, watching from the porch of his cabin as Annabeth and Nico continued to argue about the blueprints for the Hades cabin.
Because that was what would certainly happen if Nico kept insisting that he had to have Ionic columns on the outside of his cabin instead of the Corthinian columns Annabeth had decided on or some other minor detail like that. Percy had long ago learned that you just did not mess with Annabeth when it came to architecture unless you wanted blueprints shoved down your throat.
As much as he would have liked to see Annabeth beat up Nico instead of him for a change, the kid was interfering with Percy's valuable alone time with his girlfriend and something had to be done about that.
"Annabeth," Percy said, getting to his feet and stepping between the two of them. "Why don't you just let Nico have his stupid columns?"
"Are you insane? That would ruin the overall cohesiveness of the entire cabin! It'd look absolutely idiotic, and - "
"Your design already looks idiotic," Nico said unhelpfully, peeking around Percy's side. "I look like I'm living in a really fugly tomb."
Annabeth's face purpled. "All right, that's it. I'm going to murder you, you - Percy, what do you think you're doing?"
Percy had cupped her face in his hands, and lowered his lips to hers before she could protest much more. He had discovered within the first few weeks of dating Annabeth that she tended to lose all train of thought after he kissed her - it was certainly an awesome way to make her forget she was mad at him, at least for a little while. Or give Nico enough time for a proper escape.
"Mmmm," Annabeth said after he pulled away a few moments later, a dreamy expression in her eyes. "What was I saying?"
"That you wanted to come relax by the lake with me for the rest of the afternoon?" he supplied helpfully, plastering his most winning smile on his face.
The dreamy expression disappeared and Annabeth narrowed her eyes, not buying it for a second, and glanced around him. She let out a curse, and shoved him out the way to chase after Nico.
"Percy, now that little brat is getting away! NICO DI ANGELO, YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN!"
"Darn," Percy sighed, spinning on his heel and shuffling after them. "I thought for sure that trick would work."
Title: To Those Who Wait
Characters: Percy and Annabeth (smutfic)
Word count: 383
Sometimes she wishes she hated him, with all the time he makes her wait. He’s good at doing that, building up her release, and then backing off, letting her cool down as he turns his attention elsewhere before he starts the process again. It’s pure torture, always being teasingly close the edge of pleasure but never getting enough friction or stimulation to make it all the way.
Percy delights in exasperating her at every moment possible, whether they're in bed or not, and he knows how much she hates it when he teases. She hates it even more when there's nothing she can do to hurry things along - when Percy wants to take his sweet time, he makes sure she's tied to something sturdy before he begins so Annabeth can do nothing but submit to his whims.
"Percy," Annabeth whines, shifting her hips impatiently. She glares at him through matted, sweat soaked hair and tugs helplessly at the ropes tied around her wrists. "Get your mouth back on my clit or so help me..."
He laughs, his warm breath puffing against her, and Annabeth throws her head back as her pussy clenches, moaning brokenly. His big hands caress her ass and he trades kisses on the inside of each of her trembling thighs.
"You didn't say the magic word, Wise Girl," he says mockingly, his green eyes wide and nearly black with desire.
"I hate you!"
His kisses start moving down her leg, away from her center. "Hmm, I don't think that's the right word..."
"Oh, you frustrating, son of - " Annabeth swallows her remaining insults, knowing that's exactly what he wants her to do and that she'll never get the release she wants if she keeps going that way. She gulps down the tattered remains of her pride, and says, "Please, Percy. Please make me come."
"Good girl."
Annabeth reminds herself that she's going to have to get him back for that condescending remark sometime soon, maybe make him beg for a change, but then his hot, wicked mouth is back on her pussy, tongue diving inside of her as he eats her out with merciless abandon. Her toes curl and her back arches off the bed, and she promptly forgets about anything except the blazing pleasure coursing through her body.