I've gotten a few reviews from some Anonymous person and I figured I would call them out on their reviews which I hated.
I did NOT make Nico "emo," Whether you're talking about the fact he's gay or a cutter or both, I don't like it. Neither cutting nor being gay constitutes "emo" and some people, like you, need to be told thus.
Emo a style of rock music characterized by melodic musicianship and expressive, often confessional lyrics.
In addition to music, "emo" is often used to signify a particular relationship between fans and artists, and to describe related aspects of fashion, culture, and behavior.
Nowhere in this definition does it say cutter or gay person. I'm sure you're a cool person, maybe even a nice one, but calling me cruel because I made someone gay/ a cutter made you come off to me as a judgmental prick.
If your comment was supposed to be a joke, it's not funny, and I'm sure a lot of the other readers agree with me.
You can call me cruel when I kill somebody or I do something mean to a character you like or is based off you, but I'm not allowing it in this situation.
Anyway, "person who coincidently doesn't have an account." Thanks for the OC, but I'm not going for it. (I liked the name though.) And don't get me wrong, it wasn't the "emo" comment that made me decide not to choose yours, it was:
A. Xylia Ren's had a nicer name in my personal opinion, but, as I said I liked yours also.
b. My OC's are for my master plan, which has nothing to do with falling in love or even the demigods, period.
c. I'm not going to break Nico and Conner up just so I can make Nico with your OC. This is MY story, not yours. I only take requests if I like the shipping and can write a story/ 1-3 shot for them. Looking at my first chapter and how OOC Annabeth is, I suck at writing break-up scenes for fanfics (or just can't do her character justice) and I'm not breaking up any canon\in this story couples just because one person wanted it–If I want it, or everyone wants it it's different— and especially not because they want someone to be "half-straight or half-fag" or as you called it "one of those people who like girls but also boys," Which by the way, is called BI-SEXUAL. Now, I'm not bisexual but I'm the first to admit I'm BI-CURIOUS, and I take great offense to ignorant people like you. (Bi-curious are those who date and crush on the other gender but find themselves checking out or being attracted to their own, but don't crush on or date them, just so you guys know.)
Speaking of the OC's, I've picked Xylia Ren's Carson Athans.
Sorry for the long Authors note and sorry if I come off like a jerk. That's not my intention. Public humiliation is. (Just kidding.)
Percy was nervous. It was his wedding day after all. He wanted it to be perfect. And monster free, but he wouldn't count on it.
Nico and Conner, wearing matching tuxes, stood next to each other whispering. Whatever it was about, Percy was sure it was far more interesting than standing around greeting people, some he didn't even recognize. He was pretty sure they were gods or goddesses.
He caught part of the conversation.
"We have to tell them. My brother doesn't even know. You know how hard that is for me?" Conner's voice said.
"I don't want to. They will hate me."
"Oh, come on. Get over yourself, Nico. You're the son of Hades; we all love you even with that in mind. This is nothing. "
"You might. What about everyone else?"
Just then, Frank walked over to Percy. They shook hands.
"How's that cold." Percy asked him.
"Fine. I really am sorry for missing your bachelor party. "
"It's fine. You were sick. Although, you missed one awesome party, if I do say so myself."
Conner broke away from Nico and walked over to Percy and Frank.
"Yeah. You totally missed it. Travis dared Pollux to—"
"Do absolutely nothing."Pollux cut in. He turned and gave the two boys warning glares.
'Do not mess with a Dionysus kid. You'll get out of the shower all purple and smelling like grapes instead of strawberries like you intended.' Percy warned himself, but he couldn't help it. He burst out laughing at the memory. Conner, and Nico, who was within earshot, joined him.
"It wasn't funny." Muttered Pollux.
"Yes. Yes, it was." Argued Travis, who'd decided to come join in on the fun of teasing Pollux.
'Stupid Aphrodite. 'Pollux thought. His father had told him in a dream what had gone on.
'Watch what you think, boy. Us gods can read mortal's minds, and Aphrodite will not appreciate a boy calling her stupid. '
Pollux jumped. It wasn't everyday you heard someone's voice in your mind.
'Who are you?' Pollux asked the feminine voice in his head.
'A goddess who was shockingly willing to help you, although I don't know why. I don't like most of your kind. It may or may not have something to do with the fact you saved the life of your sister, who was also one of my Hunters, during the Titan war, and broke your arm because of it.'
'Artemis?' he looked for the goddess in the crowd of people who have arrived.
"That's not the appropriate way to address a god, boy. I really don't know why I am even helping you.'
'I'm sorry, Lady Artemis' he said, hoping she didn't turn him into a creature.
There she was, her auburn hair fell past her chest, flowing in a lightly windswept fashion. She was in the form of a teenager; perhaps 15 or 16. She was the last goddess to be expected to go to a wedding, especially since she was— and if you tell anyone she'll kill you— there for her friend Percy instead of Annabeth. He did save her, after all. The least she could do was go to his wedding.
Pollux wondered what other gods were there.
Annabeth sat in her dressing room. She took a big breath. Behind her was her mother and stepmother cooing over her.
Athena didn't particularly like the boy; in fact, she loathed the boy being with her daughter. He was Barnacle Beard's kid after all.
But he saved Olympus time after time again. So, because of this, even though he wasn't smart, actually, he was as dumb as a rock, deep down in her soul, she knew he was perfect.
Moreover, his fatal flaw was personal loyalty. Meaning he would keep her daughter safe, put her above himself, and most importantly, never ever cheat. And now, without him being a main part of a prophecy, with people trying to lure him on their side by taking away the people he cares about, that was no longer an issue.
But even so, she couldn't get over the fact he was Poseidon's son. No matter how much she tried.
Grover waved to Tyson, who was with Ella. Hopefully, to the mortal's she looked normal. The pair walked over.
Where's Percy?" Tyson asked.
Over there," Grover replied.
Tyson walked in the direction Grover pointed.
Annabeth looked at her bridesmaids. Piper, Clarisse, Thalia, and Rachel, who, had grown to be someone she actually liked. A miracle, given the fact that Annabeth despised the girl from the get-go. (Probably do to her closeness to Percy, but the bride-to-be would never admit that.)The four girls were wearing beautiful light blue dresses that fell to their knees. Annabeth's wedding dress looked a lot like theirs, but white.
The dresses were silk, and Annabeth's was fluorescent and made her glow. Between that and her curly blonde hair, she looked like an angel. All that was missing was the wings.
Pollux turned to Percy. If anyone would know the answer to his question, it would be him. He was aquatinted with almost every god, and even friendly with a few.
"Percy, have any of the gods ever spoken to you in your mind?"
"Um… in my mind? No. In my dreams… all the time. Knonos and Gaea, though, they're different stories."
"Well, Artemis just did it to me."
"What did you do to her hunters?" Percy asked.
"Nothing," Pollux answered.
Artemis looked over at the 13-year-old next to her. Her lieutenant. Hyaline Scuito, daughter of Khione. Probably the only known child of the snow goddess since Eumolpus. The last time Artemis talked to the now locked- up goddess, she still wasn't over the guilt of what she'd done.
The strangest part was her father still didn't know, even now, millennia later.
The girl had her light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, her sharp brown eyes that matched Khione's exactly staring straight ahead.
She didn't know why she cared that her parent was evil. Most of her Hunter's had evil parents (always the males), father's that abandoned them, abused them (or their mothers), molested them (but never molested like raped, molested as in everything that falls under sexual abuse short of the aforementioned. Artemis would never allow girl's corrupted by men into the Hunter's, they were unpure). Some were cheated on by every boyfriend they've ever had and have given up on love (but, they still have to be virgins, as we all know. Gosh forbid Artemis be seen with a mortal that wasn't chaste). A few girls just hated the male population for no apparent reason. A few, like Thalia, joined only because of the perks. (Those ones never stayed long.)
It never occurred to Artemis that it was because her mother was the evil one. Why? Because women were not evil.
Jason watched Leo talking to Violet, daughter of Apollo. He may have been his best friend, but he was dating his older sister, and now he had to protect her. Family before buddies, right?
He tapped his foot in anticipation. Thalia and Piper were bridesmaids, so he wouldn't see them until the wedding actually started. Apparently, girls really do take forever to make themselves look beautiful. Now, he was stuck here with the guests, Percy, and the groomsmen. It felt way too crowded in here. He was pretty sure all the major gods, a few of the minor gods, the whole of both camps, a few of the Hunter's, some satyrs, and Chiron were there. And that was only the mythological world. Who knew how many mortal's showed up.
Poseidon opened the doors to the building his 20–year-old son was getting married in. Over the past few months, Athena has tried over and over again to get rid of him until after the wedding, but it hasn't worked. Quite a blow to the wisdom goddess's pride.
He knew it would be really awkward, being there with Percy's stepfather. The two have met several times, but their meetings were always tense.
He felt a hand grab his shoulder and jumped. He turned around. He was engulfed in a bear hug by someone who addressed him as "Daddy."
"Geez, Tyson. You're too strong. You're crushing me." the god said with a light laugh mixed in with a grunt. The Cyclops let go and walked away. Who knew where he went.
Percy exclaimed, "Dad!" then ran over to greet him as well. Hestia had told him in a dream that Athena and him got into a fight on Olympus a few months ago, and to not expect his dad to show up. He had prepared himself to be sent on some quest to find his father, so it surprised (and relieved) him greatly to see him unscathed.
Percy looked down at his watch. He smiled.
Finally.
He looked around for his groomsmen. The closest to him, right now, was Nico.
"Nico." He called. Said person and Conner walk over.
"Get Grover, Tyson, and Frank, and Ronnie. It's time."
Nico took a deep breath. "Percy, I need to tell you something."
"What?" Percy asked.
Nico took another deep breath.
"Too late to back out." Conner murmured in his ear. He turned to glare at the boy, and then laughed nervously, before turning back to Percy.
He gulped.
"Nico?" Percy said. He didn't seem comfortable with saying what he wanted. Percy wanted to help.
"I'mgayandthisismyboyfriend. "Blurted Nico in one breath. He blushed, and then prepared to be yelled at and disowned as both Percy's friend and cousin.
Percy, being Percy, had no response to that comment. He'd never been in this situation before. Was he supposed to congratulate Nico or run away screaming? Or maybe there was some ritual you did if your best friend tells you he's gay. He really was confused. And nervous. Definitely nervous.
But one look into Nico's eyes, and Percy knew exactly what to say.
"That's great, Nico. I've been wondering when you'd find someone." Nico let go of the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Annabeth checked the time. She started hyperventilating. Athena and Mrs. Chase had to calm her down.
"I'll get your father."Mrs. Chase said. The two women left.
A few moments later, Frederick was in the room. He latched on to his daughter's arm.
They walked out of the room.
The music starts to play.
Annabeth stares at the other's in front of her. The flower girl was Baylie, 8-year-old daughter of Demeter. The flowers were crafted by Persephone herself, so it goes without saying they were beautiful. Oh wait… damn. Just said it.
The ring bearer was Ronnie, grandson of Mercury. Obviously, he was from Camp Jupiter.
Tyson and Clarisse stood arm in arm, as did Nico and Rachel. Annabeth watched Piper and Frank smile at each other before linking arms. Annabeth smiled as well. The fight against Gaea really had, not only brought two camps together, but also seven friends.
Then lastly, maid-of-honor, Thalia Grace, arm in arm with best man Grover Underwood.
Annabeth smiled and put on the best brave face she could manage. She wouldn't, no couldn't, so her vulnerability.
Aphrodite found the whole thing so romantic. She was so glad she was invited. She knew Percy and Annabeth both disliked her, so she was worried that she'd miss out on this love-filled occasion. She sighed dreamily.
They were so perfect together.
And that reminded her.
She pulled out a tiny notebook out of her purse.
She flipped to a page marked, "To-love list."
Yes. That couple was cute. That would be her next "project."