A/N. Hey guys! It's been a while. Well, it hasn't actually, but it certainly feels like it has. So my inspiration has been running low recently. I've had thousands of ideas for both fanfictions and original stories, centered around my fictional characters June and Ray, but haven't been able to put any of them down. I've started almost all of them, then grown bored after like, a sentence. So to get out of this awful thing called writer's block, I have decided to take up the challenge of a collection of songfics/drabbles/one-shots or ficlets. Hopefully they'll get my creative juices flowing, but what I really need is some requests and prompts from you guys!
So here's the deal; I'm going to pair up each of the main PJO characters with a band or music artist, but in no way does that mean you have to stick to them. That's just me trying to give some ideas. You can give me a one-word prompt, a song, or an idea/request in a review or a PM, and I'll try to publish them as fast as I can... although I can't guarantee they'll be very fast. I'll take all requests for all shippings, although if it's one I don't support I can't guarantee I'll be able to portray it very well. No slash. Basically, all you need to know is that I'm mainly a shipper for canon, also like Tratie, and and am flat square in the middle when it comes to Reyna vs Piper, so I can write either.
Here are the characters and their respective artists:
Percy: Coldplay
Grover: The Beatles
Annabeth: Death Cab for Cutie
Nico: My Chemical Romance
Thalia: Greenday
Luke: Mumford and Sons
Jason: Snow Patrol
Leo: Paolo Nutini
Piper: Avril Lavigne
Reyna: James Blunt
Octavian: Nickelback
Hazel: Taylor Swift
Frank: Bon Iver
Now, these artists in most cases are NOT what I think fits the characters. They're what I think the character would listen to. However, in some cases, the artists do fit their character. For example, Green Eyes by Coldplay could not possibly fit Percy and Annabeth any more.
Which is why I'm going to write about it to start off. Any questions or suggestions, feel free to ask in a review or a PM.
And now, drumroll please, I present you the very first one-shot in a series of hopefully many to come!
Green Eyes
Annabeth sighed, collapsing down onto her bed. Things just couldn't get any worse. Constuction of the Argo II had been delayed. Delayed! Two months, Leo had told her and Chiron. And now they had to send some poor demigods off on a quest to get the right engine, which would delay it another couple of weeks further.
And then the Stoll brothers had covered the Athena and Ares cabins in toilet roll, which was now drifting in the wind outside of her window. The Ares cabin had declared war against the Hermes kids, so now they had a bunch of half-bloods in medical which meant the Apollo kids were too busy for much else, and they had a whole load of cabin repairs to do. Which, Zeus forbid, would delay the Hephaestus cabin even more.
Then her blueprints and strategy diagrams had been cleaned away by the cleaning Harpies, being mistaken for trash, and so she had to do them all over again. It didn't help that her cabinmates were playing Coldplay as loud as possible, the sound blaring out of Malcom's speakers, making the floor vibrate and her ears pound. She could barely hear herself think!
It was time she needed a holiday. She had been so stressed, ever since - no. She wouldn't allow herself to think of that. Of him.
Maybe she could visit Sally and Paul. That usually got her spirits up. After all, Sally was feeling the same way, worse, so they could relate.
For now, Annabeth just wanted to close her eyes and never open them. She wanted to hide away from the rest of the world, and close herself up in her own little bubble, away from all the pain.
Annabeth glanced at her clock. It was four in the afternoon. She still had a couple of hours until dinner. Maybe she could just, take a nap. She wasn't doing anymore work today. Her body was so exhausted, she didn't think she could take it.
With another sigh, she pulled open her drawers and pulled out a piece of clothing. An orange piece of clothing. Slowly, with thick, slow movements like she was underwater, she shrugged her current top off, leaving her in her vest, and shivered against the cold that now pricked at her skin. Not bothering to fold it, she shoved the old one back in her drawers and gently pushed it closed with her foot, pulling herself onto her bed. The mattress sank under her weight, and she nearly fell asleep then and there.
She wanted to put the t-shirt on, but she couldn't bring herself to. Instead, Annabeth held it up to her face, her eyes closed, inhaling deeply through her nose. A soft, quiet murmur escaped her lips. The smell of it, the feel of the soft fabric in her fingers, it warmed her right down to her toes. It was so familiar. The original owner hadn't worn it four months, but it still smelt so strongly of him Annabeth couldn't put it down. She sat up in her bed, folding her legs over and holding her bare feet in one hand, pressing the garment to her face with the other. It smelled so good.
A deep breath left her lips as she held it closely to her chest. It was comforting. Like a little piece of home.
This is your home, she thought.
No. This isn't home without him.
Slowly, she pulled the top over her shoulders, stretching out her legs again and falling back onto the bed. It was one or two sizes too big, but she didn't mind. It was comfier than her own top.
With the smell of the shirt, his smell, lingering in her nose, Annabeth closed her eyes and rested her head against her hand, the pillow beneath them soft and feathery. An uncertain smile danced upon her lips. The Coldplay track changed, to one of her favourites. It wasn't as loud now, it felt more distant. Now she listened to the lyrics closely, she realized why it was one of her favourites.
Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand
That green eyes
Yeah the spotlight, shines upon you
And how could anybody deny you
I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter
Now I met you
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
Green eyes
Honey you are the sea
Upon which I float
And I came here to talk
I think you should know
That green eyes
You're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who tried to deny you
Must be out of their mind
Because I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter
Since I met you
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
Green eyes
Green eyes
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Honey you are the rock
Upon which I stand
Green eyes. The words bought a smile to her face, a proper one, as she remembers the green eyes that she had come to love and cherish.
In her half-concious state, the song floated lazily round her head, the words planting thoughts in her mind. Comforting thoughts, thoughts that chased away all the stress. She was stressed.
Because he wasn't here.
She imagined what things would be like if he was. He'd wrap his arms around her waist, stroke her hair, murmur, 'It's okay, it's alright, I'm here,' in her ear, and scare away all her fears. He'd support her.
Like a rock. Strong, firm, solid. Real. She wished he was. She wished she could feel him, in her arms, as real and as there as a rock but he wasn't. He was just a thought.
Going to the Roman camp would be hard, she realized as the song began to make more and more sense. I came here to talk.
It would be business only. There would be no time for reunions. She'd have to be strong, have to act like she didn't care, because the camp was her responsibility in his absence. She just hoped he'd realize. If he even remembered.
With Coldplay in her head, and Percy's shirt on her torso, Annabeth fell asleep. It was the first blissful sleep in a long time.
Every night, she found herself asking Malcom to put on Coldplay more and more often, just so she could listen to the song, to the words that made so mush sense, in Green Eyes.
Another four months passed, and Annabeth slowly started to get better. It was subtle, unnoticeable, and she was still a wreck. But at least the song made things slightly better, and by this point she knew all the words.
So when the time came the Argo II cast it's dark shadow over New Rome, Annabeth was singing the lyrics quietly, under her breath, so softly it was a tuneless murmur. But they definitely helped.
She felt like she was carrying the world on her shoulders, the heaviest load imaginable. It weighed her down, and it was heavy, so, so heavy.
Then she saw him. It seemed like the clouds had parted, sending down a spotlight of sun onto his face, and when their eyes locked Annabeth felt the load on her shoulders get so much lighter, until she barely noticed it was there. Thoose green eyes. And all the while, she was singing the lyrics in her head.
That green eyes
Yeah the spotlight, shines upon you
And how could anybody deny you
I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter
Now I met you
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
Green eyes
Her pace quickened, her heart sped up, until she was running, panting, shoving through the crowd of Romans to reach him. Was he trying to reach her? She had to tell him, tell him she loved him, tell him that she couldn't go on without him, like the lyrics said. He had to know, he had to know that any longer without him and she would have broken. It was impossible for her to live without him by her side.
She needed to see those Green Eyes.
Then he was there, mere feet away from her, and they stared at each other. Neither knew what to make of the situation. She froze, doubt clouding her eyes. Then she fell into his arms, and she found herself swimming in those eyes, his salty scent filling her nostrils, for real this time instead of an old t-shirt, and all the while Coldplay was stuck in her head.
Honey you are the sea
Upon which I float
And I came here to talk
I think you should know
She knew she was here for business reasons, she came here to talk, but she didn't care. All that mattered was him, him, here, as real as a rock and as calming as the sea, in her arms.
That green eyes
You're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who tried to deny you
Must be out of their mind
He was the reason she was here. Not some war. Annabeth had been searching for him, he was the one she wanted to find. Oh, how she'd missed him! Everthing about him. His voice, his scent, his sarcastic sense of humour, his comforting words, the feel of his skin, his Green Eyes. The stubborn attitude and the charisma, the way he could make anybody fear him or worship him with just his words. He could win against anyone with his words - she smiled to herself as she thought, anyone who tried to deny him must be out of their minds.
Suddenly, everything was alright. She was here, with him, and everything was better. The sun shone brighter, and the meloncholy she had brought with her felt so much lighter, as if it were feathers on her back rather than a sack of bricks.
Because she had her Seaweed Brain back. She had her Green Eyes.
Green eyes
Green eyes
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Honey you are the rock
Upon which I stand
A/N. So what did you think? This is just a little bit longer than I originally planned.
Okay, it's way longer. They're not all going to be this long... hopefully. Just see this chapter as a special edition because it's the first.
So! Reviews would be lovely. Remember, you can request anything, it doesn't have to be a songifc, (which is what this was,) via reviews or PM. Whether it be a song, a prompt, or just an idea, anything would be great! Remember what I said earlier; I take all requests and non-slash pairings, so just give in your ideas now and that would be great. :)
Thank you!
~Franki