She tried to look away, but she couldn't. It was like being trapped in an eternal funhouse, one that distorts your reflection until it look unlike yourself. Only for her, there was no escape. Piper-centric, light Jasper.

It's late, Clarke's covered in blood, and Bellamy's taking off his shirt. Or, Clarke sleeps in Bellamy's shirt and everyone notices. Bellarke, fluff, oneshot.

"Annabeth…the truck collided with the passenger side. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt. I'm sorry." Percabeth. AU. Oneshot. For Something More Creative.

"They act like it's a normal day. But it isn't, really, not at all. Because this time tomorrow, it'll be the seven of them against the literal world." Or, the night before the final battle. Happy Blood of Olympus release day, everyone!

"She hates stereotypes with a passion, hates clichés even more, and perhaps that's why there's not a single tub of Ben and Jerry's on the ground, no tissue boxes scattered across her bedspread." Short Percabeth fluff. AU. Oneshot. For Angel.

Annabeth knew something was up the second she left class. She just didn't expect that 'something' to be her supposedly dead mother, who explained that Annabeth must undertake a quest with the help of her ex-best friend, Percy Jackson. But when what started as a roadtrip turns into something bigger than they could have imagined, what will be the consequences? Percabeth. [ON HIATUS.]

"Three long, deliberate knocks, followed by two short ones, and then one more long bang on the door that echoes around the empty room. That sound hadn't rang throughout the apartment for almost a year." Three times when Percy and Annabeth come to Sally's front door, and the lessons they learn from each visit. Percabeth and mother/child relationships, for Something More Creative.