same day as Misono’s birthdaaay >w>)/ ! but yeah… couldn’t draw anything for him until now ._. truly sorry…
at least have Kuro for valentine’s day ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)! where are you, KuroFangirls, I wanna hear you screaaammm ( 9òwó)9!! ok jokes, but still.. Servamps ‘n Co look so handsome in those costumes >w>)~ <3 SEKEYEEEEEE
enjoy your day with people you adore >w>) <3 !! I’m gonna watch fifty shades of Jumin Han with my friends later… :’D ! what a day ~
Continuation of this fluffy fic for Annabeth’s 23rd birthday; Just demigods being dorks. I laughed a lot while writing this, I hope you enjoy reading it!
“I always knew you were his favourite,” Clarisse growled. “It’s so obvious.”
Annabeth laughed. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on!” Clarisse waved a hand at the dining pavilion, which was decorated with a huge Happy Birthday banner and far too many blue and silver balloons. “Who else would Chiron extend the curfew for?”
It was the early hours of the morning, and while Chiron had sent all the younger campers to their cabins he’d given his blessing for the party to continue on with just Annabeth’s special guests - which was really more than enough. With ex campers from both Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter in attendance, Percy had done a great job of completely blowing Annabeth’s no fuss birthday request.
She blew a stream of air out from between her pursed lips. “Well, technically, none of us are really campers anymore -”
“You Athena kids and your technicalities,” Clarisse snarled, but there was no menace in it. “Just admit you’re the golden child and get it over with.”
Thankfully, Chris asked Clarisse to dance before she could get properly annoyed with Annabeth, who was too busy laughing to respond to the accusation.
Just as the Ares camper left, Frank stepped in to take her place. “Golden child, huh?”
Annabeth smiled at him, softer than the smile she’d given Clarisse. “Apparently.”
Grover snuck in between them, chewing on his plastic cup. He bleated a laugh. “I can believe it.”
She narrowed her eyes at him over the rim of her cup. “You can?”
“Yeah.” He smiled at her. “You’ve been practically running this place since you were seven. And look at all these people who travelled to celebrate with you…”
Annabeth swept her gaze out over the pavilion, which was packed with all of her demigod friends - people she’d grown up with at the camp, people who had quested with her and fought by her side, people whom she loved. And at the centre of it all, Percy, blue icing smeared across his chin from where Piper had just mushed her piece of cake into his face.
“I don’t think any of these people consider me to be the golden child of camp, though. That honour probably goes to Percy.”
“Eh.” Frank shrugged. “Everyone knows that you two are a package deal, anyway.”
She watched her boyfriend chase after Piper with a cup of blue soda as she shrieked, “No powers, no powers!”
“I don’t need powers to pour this over your head, McLean!” Percy shouted, scaling a table and spilling soda on Calypso’s shoulder as he went. “Sorry!”
“I find that the best way into [acting successfully] is to open my heart up to it and allow it to be as truthful and honest as I can be, and I can make it. It’s hard to do that; it’s hard to open yourself up to something.” - Lee Pace