A/M: This is completely out there and not something I ever usually
write, but seriously SOTT for some reason always reminds me of a
post-apocalyptic world. Idk why. It’s all I see with it. I’m probably the only
one that thinks so but whatever. It’s also the first I’m gonna have to tag
trigger warnings something new for me. Also this is semi inspired by the video game Telltales The Walking Dead Season Two, so if you’ve played that shout out to you woohoo cause the series is one of my fave games in recent years :P
If you like whatever happened with this let me know :) cause this is a
completely different and new AU for me. This is the second part to my H.S Album
series SOOOOO…. hope you like it, tell me if you do Xx
Warnings: mentions of death/murder, thoughts of suicide, a
post-apocalyptic environment and violence.
*Disclaimer- obviously this is only (one of) my interpretations of what I think about when I hear the songs. Of course you may have your own, these are just one of mine.*
Popular internet image vs. Fanart of Sophie and Agatha that I did in middle school
(every single time I see the molten plastic one I think of my crappy no-concept-of-anatomy probably-Tim-Burton-inspired colored-in-with-crayon modern-AU School for Good and Evil fanart and the point is now you will too)
“You. Look. Fantastic,” Piper said, holding two thumbs up and grinning.
“Really?” Annabeth asked, as she twisted and turned to get a look at herself in the full-length mirror in Piper’s room. She was wearing Piper’s uniform - the plaid green skirt falling an inch above her knee, the blouse knotted and tucked in the back to better hug her figure, and Piper’s backpack slung over her shoulders - complete with knee-high socks and Mary Janes borrowed from the girl across the hall. She looked like a rightful Herald student.
In about an hour, Luke would take her to Hestia’s Hearth, the downtown coffee shop that Piper had recommended. He would ask her about her life and school and Annabeth would lie again. But was it really all that different? School was school. She just had to replace some pronouns.
“Really,” Piper assured. “Seriously, you’re Annabeth on the outside now too. No one’s even going to notice.”
“I haven’t worn a bra in weeks. This feels weird.” Annabeth cupped her breasts and shifted them around. It was a relief to be able to breathe properly again, she had to admit.