if you ever feel bad for procrastinating a fic, just know that i’ve had a fic half written for about two months now, and i accidentally procrastinated so long that the character it’s about fucking died
Do you have any headcannons on Percy being shipped off for another tour of duty and Annabeth telling him to stay safe and not be a hero?
Percy wasn’t the one who found out he was going to be shipped off for another tour, Annabeth was. She was going to have a nice warm bath while Percy went on his afternoon run when she got the call from one of Percy’s officers.
Annabeth could see in his eyes that it pained him to leave so soon again. He wanted to stay with her but he knew he had to go.
She cooked up a storm that night and the next, trying to make him some comfort food before he left. He didn’t even leave her side besides doing his daily exercises.
On his last night at home, he just laid in bed with her as they watched a movie. His hand going over her stomach where her baby bump was finally beginning to show.
He was disappointed that he had to leave her, especially when she needed him the most.
Annabeth didn’t want to show her disappointment. She wanted to be strong for him. She had no doubts that she could get through part of her pregnancy without him.
On the morning that he was leaving, she stood there with him at the docks, looking into his sea green eyes. She could see the pain that he was going through, just to leave her.
“Be safe.” She whispered to him when he hugged her.
“Don’t be a hero.” She hugged him tighter, her voice cracking. “We’re going to need you.”
“I know. I’ll be back soon. I promise.” He told her.
He pulled away just enough to see the tears in her gray eyes ready to fall before giving her one last kiss. He breathed in her scent. Tried to memorize the way her lips left on his. Felt the bump that was his child, making a mental promise to his child that he’ll come home just in time for his or her birth.
Annabeth pulled away once they heard one of the commanding officers call for everyone to be on board.
“Skype, anytime you get a chance.” Annabeth told him.
“I will.” Percy replied, wiping one of her tears. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Percy gave her one last kiss before heading towards the ship, praying that he’ll make it home safe.
based on the infamous “my immortal” bad if of harry potter fandom. put your character in the generator then paste the description. tag 5 or more people on whomever you wanna see be ‘my immortalized’. B)
TAGGED BY: @oflegendaries (she’s the one who suggested rhea blame her)
Hi my name is Rhea and I have curly mahogany brown that reaches my boobs and chocolatey brown eyes like fire-heated copper and a lot of people tell me I look like Gaea (AN: if u don’t know who they are get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Rhea Durham but I wish I was because they’re a major fucking hottie. I have olive skin. I’m also a Titanide, and I brood a lot over my sense of guilt in Olympus where I’m watching over my son Zeus he’s the most beautiful of all (I’m thousands of years old). I’m a Cronus’ ex-wife (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly chitons. I love Olympus Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a a simple white chiton that fell to my ankles) and made lots of folds, a belt made of solid Celestial Bronze (thanks Hephaestus darling !) and golden sandals. I was wearing Celestial Bronze fasteners on my shoulders to keep my chiton in place (nobody wants to see my boobs, ew). I was walking outside outside my children’s throne room. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of Muses stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
“Hey Rhea!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was… Poseidon !