Augusnippets Day 12: Lost

Augusnippets Day 12: Lost

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Warning: Major character death

Summary: After being sent on a quest, Annabeth, Percy, and Grover find themselves lost somewhere in New Jersey. There they find the mystery monster they were sent to slay.

    Looking for Pan was a Satyr's greatest honor. It was also Grover's second greatest honor; his greatest honor was being Percy Jackson's best friend. So when Percy told him to join him on a quest to uncover some mystery monsters, he ran to his side. After all, what are best friends for?

    They left with Annabeth shortly after Grover made his way back to camp. Now they were in nowhere New Jersey trying to figure out where to go next.

    "This feels familiar." Percy joked.

    "Yeah." Annabeth smiled.

    "There's no threat of war this time!" Grover exclaimed.

    "Nope, just some mystery monster that we have to find and kill. Easy enough."

    "We've been though worse." Annabeth responded to Percy. It was true, they had been though worse. From preventing a war at the age of twelve to holding up the sky, they faced every problem together.

    The woods whisperered with mystery. There was a monster waiting for the teens and they knew it was close. As they grew closer to the monsters lair, Grover knew what it was. "It's a cyclops." He informed his friends.

    Annabeth looked a little nervous but she was mostly used to being around them again because of Tyson. "Alright."

    "We'll be okay." Grover insured her. They were a little less lost now at least.

    Then the monster surprised them. It came out from behind a white oak tree and attacked them with a club. "Why is it always a club?!" Percy yelled.

    With no other choice, the group split up. Grover took off further into the woods. He felt like if he looked back, something would get him. Slowing down, the satyr stopped figure out where he was.

    As he wandered around, Grover tied to find his friends. "Percy! Annabeth! Where are you?!" The stench of the cyclops hadn't left his nose yet. They were loud creatures. Grover knew it was near him. He could swear he heard Percy yell for him.

    The cyclops swung a hand down, slamming Grover into some nearby rocks. He heard his bones brake on impact. Still he tried to stand. The satyr was able to pull himself to his feet and take a few steps forwards before collapsing. He tried to call out, but found it almost impossible to breath, let alone speak. It felt like his body was shutting down.

    Blood surrounded his body. Grover knew somewhere Percy would be frantically searching for him. The teen wasn't sure how much time had passed. He could hear Percy talking to him in his head. "Don't give up! Hold hold!" But as the sky was starting to fade from view, Grover knew he wouldn't make it.

    Percy collapsed to the ground when Grover died. His breathing was off. Annabeth grabbed him and pulled him away from the cyclops that had since found them. "What?" She asked, nervously.

    Shaking, Percy tried to stand back up. "He's gone." Tears ran down his face.

After getting Percy to safety, Annabeth took on the cyclops alone. Eventually she was able to slay it.

"We should bring his body back to camp" Percy started. "We can at least do that right?"

Resting a hand on Percy's shoulder, Annabeth reminded him that when satyrs die, they are reborn as plants. There was no body to be found. Now Grover would remain in the woods, forever lost.

Codywan Week Day 7: Long Hair/hair cutting/trimming

Summary: At the beginning of the Clone War, Obi-wan made the decision to cut his hair. The problem, he doesn't know how. That doesn't stop him from attempting. Now he needs to find someone who can fix his mistake.

    Obi-wan liked having long hair when he was younger. That's why when the clone war started, his hair was long enough to be put in a ponytail. However it started to get in his way.

    Most padawans grow out their hair once they become knights. It was almost like a rite of passage. After having their hair be so short for so long, it only made sense to want to know what it was like when it was longer.

    It was one night a few months into the war when Obi-wan made the decision to cut his hair. He found that it was in his face often enough.

The 212th was on their way to a mission on an outer rim planet that night. Obi-wan had found a pair of scissors and there was no turning back. He looked in the mirror and remembered the other reason he wanted to cut his hair. It had started to look like Qui-gon's.

That wasn't the worst thing, but seeing Qui-gon in his reflection only reminded him of his failure to protect him. So he took the scissors to his hair and started to cut it.

After a moment, the Jedi came to the realization that cutting your own hair with no prior experience is probably a bad idea. Unsure of what to do, Obi-wan raised his arm so that he could talk into his comm. The man had one person in mind when he thought of who to call. Cody.

Cody was his most trusted friend in the 212th. There was something about him that had made him comfortable with the clone from day one. Maybe it was the way he spoke or the way that he showed his kindness. Maybe it was the way that he felt around him. There was something about this man that was different. It was a feeling he had only felt a few times in his life but this time he was more certain.

So Obi-wan called Cody and told him what he did. Putting down his blaster, the commander stated he was on his way. He would just have to wait to clean his blaster. It wasn't a big deal.

As Cody walked in the halls, he thought about the Jedi. Obi-wan was an extraordinary man. He was kind and sassy and could be sarcastic at times. These were all things that Cody found he loved about him. The man thought that he probably should use the word 'love' but it seemed to be true.

Knocking on the door, Cody waited to be let in. When Obi-wan came to the door, he was a bit surprised by his hair.

"Okay." Cody whispered. He didn't want to seem like he was judging him, but he was. The man's hair was chopped up. Some parts were longer than others.

When Cody was a cadet, one of his friends asked him to cut his hair. So he learned how. It was like how some clones learned the art of tattoos. Cody was unsure why some of his brothers chose him to cut their hair. Maybe he had steady hands or was just good at it from the start. It didn't matter. Right now he was just glad he could.

"Can you fix it?" Obi-wan's face was red. He seemed embarrassed to be asking.

"I can." Cody informed him.

"Thank you." Obi-wan let him into the room. He sat down on a chair and told him to find whatever he thought would look best. Cody already knew what he would do. While he was best at the standard clone hairstyle, he knew that he could do something a little more elaborate for his general.

The clone kept his sidepart and cut his hair up to his ears. Obi-wan found he wasn't focusing on his hair. He was focusing on the way that Cody took care of it. The man was quiet as he focused and every now and again his fingers would brush up against Obi-wan's neck. It brought a weird feeling to him. It was a good feeling, yet something he felt he shouldn't feel.

Cody remembered thinking about how soft his hair was. The Jedi must have taken great care of it. He knew he couldn't mess this up. So, he tried his best just to focus on the hairstyle and not who was sitting in front of him. "You have very soft hair." He couldn't resist telling him.

"Oh, thank you." Obi-wan said nervously. But why was he so nervous? Cody figured he was just nervous that he wouldn't look good when he was done.

So the two sat there. It took maybe 20 minutes before Cody said anything. Then he told Obi-wan he was done and told him he should find a mirror.

The Jedi wasn't sure what to expect. However when he saw himself in the mirror he knew he picked the right person to fix his mistake. "It looks great, thank you." He smiled.

"Of course. Maybe don't try to cut your hair on your own next time." Cody joked.

Laughing, Obi-wan agreed he wouldn't. Something about this encounter made them closer. The next time his hair started to grow out, Cody offered to cut it for him. "It's not much trouble." He would say. They both knew that they wanted to spend more time together it wasn't planning a battle or on the battlefield.

This became a routine for them. About every 6 weeks Cody would have Obi-wan sit down so that he could cut his hair. As the two got more comfortable with the situation, they started to talk. They told stories about when they were younger and Cody told him how he knew how to cut hair. Obi-wan thought it was sweet.

When they started dating this routine did not change. It was still something they looked forward to. The two figured they always would. Even as things changed they still had each other. The Clone and the Jedi always hoped they would. Even if it was just something as simple as a haircut that they shared between the two.

Codywan Week Master List!! I love this writing challenge every year! I definitely had a good time with this one! My favorites are probably the anniversary and the soulmate au! Each description of the stories are attached to the page the links will take you to! I hope you enjoy them!! I love tragic gay men so much.

Day 1: Lightsaber

Day 2: The Wise Man's Fear

Day 3: Soulmate au

Day 4: Kidfic

Day 5: Only One Bed

Day 6: Quiet Love

Day 7: Long Hair/hair cutting/trimming

Day 8: Anniversary

Augusnippets Day 6: Ship Wreck

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: The Princess Andromeda crashes on the coast of Oregon. Now Luke must find a way off of the ship before it sinks.

    Luke wasn't sure what had happened. Maybe Poseidon had finally gotten ahold of The Princesses Andromeda or maybe it had just been an accident. That didn't matter right now. The ship was sinking.

    Running out of his quarters, he looked down the hallway. Water was already starting to trickle in. As a wave hit the ship, Luke slammed into the wall. He felt the jolt of the ship, as if it had hit something.

They had been on the coast of Oregon the last he knew. More then likely they still were. There are places on the west coast that the ocean meets cliffs. Standing, Luke made his way up to the deck of the ship. When he opened the door he found that he was right.

They had crashed into the side of a cliff.

The man knew he needed to make sure others could escape. Losing his whole army would be detrimental, at least that's what he told himself as he ran below deck. Knocking on doors, Luke quickly but calmly, tried to make sure everyone was aware of the situation. He paused before Chris's door before just opening it. That man could sleep through a hurricane.

Shaking him awake, Luke informed him of what was going on. "Shit okay." He said as he pulled his shoes on.

"Get above deck. See if any of the ledges can hold people."

"Okay."

Running back to his room, Luke grabbed his shoes and Backbiter. He shoved the sword into his belt and closed the door when he left. The water had already made its way through most of the hall, the carpet being soaked.

Luke could smell the fire. Most of the time the smell of smoke did not bother him. That night, it attacked his lungs in a way it never had before. It burned. Still there was one more door to check. Letting his shoes get soaked, he forced the last door open. Inside a young half-blood was trying to stand. The water had made the door hard to open.

"Come on." Luke offered her his hand. She took it and they ran out of the hall. The water was up to his knees now. As the ship shook, it took the man's feet out from under him. He fell into the water. "I'll be right there!" He yelled after the girl.

"Okay!" She yelled back.

Steadying himself against the wall, Luke used it to get up. With the water at his knees, it was difficult to run. Still, he pulled himself to the door to go above deck. Slamming it behind him, a wave crashed into the sinking Princess Andromeda. The wave sent him to the ground once more. This time the ship started to shift. The deck was no longer even.

Looking around, Like tired to find a way out. Most of the rock ledges looked to smooth. All but one.

All he had to do was make it to the ledge. Using a wall to stand, the demigod tried to climb his way to the cliff. It felt impossible. The weight of the ship was pulling the vessel into the water faster and faster.

"Come on!" Luke heard a voice yell. It was Chris. "Luke come on!"

"I'm trying!" He yelled back, frustrated with the way things were going. Looking around again, he found a rope that have been tied to the side of the ship. He could use that to climb his way to the side and jump to the ledge.

The problem is getting to the rope. As the ship sank, the deck became more and more steep. It felt like rock climbing and Luke wasn't even on the ledge yet.

Still, he found his way to the rope. Wrapping it around his right arm, he started to pull himself towards the side railing. As another wave hit the ship, Luke slipped some. He yelped as the rope cut into his arm. The light yellow color that the rope normally was started to be covered in red.

Despite his injury, the demigod continued to climb the rope. He found himself at the side railing ready to jump within a minute or so.

The jump was a lot further than Luke had anticipated. From further away, the distance looked shorter. However, it was his only way out. Sighing, the man moved as far back as he possibly could. He readied himself for the jump. Looking to make sure the next big wave was as far away as it could be, Luke decided he had to jump now.

As his feet left the ship, the ship started to sink faster. Missing the ledge with his feet, Luke caught the rocks. His hands felt like they were on fire. Blood dripped from the rocks as he pulled himself onto the ledge.

Sitting down, Luke rested his back against the wet rocks. They felt cool against this body. Looking at his hands and arm, he realized just how much they hurt.

After a moment Luke Castellan and looked around. Everyone he cared about was on a ledge against the coast of Oregon. A brief wave of relief washed over him. Now they just had to figure out how to get off of the rocks and back on solid ground.

Codywan Week Day 2: The Wise Man's Fear

Summary: Cody is a very gentle man. It takes a while for him to truly get angry. However, when Obi-wan is shot, he finds it hard to control his emotions.

    There are three things every wise man fears: the sea in a storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man. Cody was a gentle and kind man. He had a good heart and few fears.

One of those fears was losing those he was close to. In a war, Cody knew it was likely; the death of a loved one. The man had already lost close friends.

Now on the battlefield, the clone faced the thought of losing his general. Cody should have known loving a Jedi was a bad idea. When Obi-Wan got shot, he didn't know what to do.

    Taking Obi-wan lightsaber may not have been the best idea. With the droids closing in on them, Cody made the decision to give them a chance they might not have. Switching it on, the clone walked towards the droids.

    He swung the saber into the metal droids. It was harder to hold then he expected. Cody was angry, it was time he expressed it. His brothers died around him everyday and now he was being faced with the possible death of the love of his life. He was tired of it.

    The saber sliced though the droids with ease, even with the saber being heavy. Cody knew why, the saber wasn't his. Still, he could feel it getting lighter. It was like the crystal was excepting him.

As the droids fell, he could feel his anger grow. Even so, it seemed to be working. With his brothers fighting back, the group of droids grew smaller and smaller. Soon Cody was standing over a pile of scrap metal, breathing heavily.

The clones around him had never seen Cody act like that before. Switching the saber off, he walked back to the main group. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

Still trying to calm down, Cody nodded. "Is Obi-" he paused. "Is the general okay?"

"He should be." The medic informed him.

"Good. We'll finish the campaign without him." Cody took a look at the lightsaber in his hand.

"Do you know how to use that?" One of the men asked. "It came some natural to you."

"Only a little." Cody said. He had spent hours watching Obi-wan practice.

The gentle man still felt the anger in his heart. Breathing steadily, Cody calmed himself. "Okay." Putting Obi-wan's lightsaber on his belt, the commander started to walk forward. "Let's move out."

Augusnippets Day 2: Plotnic Bathing

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: After Thalia's death, Luke had to help Annabeth with everything. In hopes of lifting her spirits and finally getting her cleaned off, Luke decided it was time to get her to take a bath.

"Annabeth come on." It had been a few days since Annabeth, Luke, Grover and Thalia arrived at camp. It had been a few days since they had lost Thaila. "You need to get up."

"No." Annabeth whispered. "I don't want to."

Luke sighed. "Please. You need to get out of the bed." He walked over to her with heavy, regretful footsteps. "I miss her too but you have to get up."

"No." The girl pulled her blanket up further. "I can't."

Sitting beside her bed, Luke sighed. "I know it hurts but we have to try. How about we start with a bath?" stretching his arm out to his little sister, he tried to get her to take his hand.

A little hand grabbed his hand softly. "Okay."

With a soft smile, Luke picked some clothes for her and went to meet her. He helped her put her shoes on and waited for her to stand up. "Annabeth? Are you okay?" He asked gently.

The girl started to cry. "I miss her."

"I know. I do too. Here let's try this." Grabbing his bag, Luke put her clothes in it. Then he slowly picked her up. "Is this okay?" The girl nodded and snuggled into the boys chest. "Okay."

The walk to the big house wasn't a long one. Knocking, Luke waited for Chiron to open the door. When he did, Luke informed him that they would be using his bath. Chiron nodded and led them to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. "Let me know if you need anything."

"We will, thank you."

Once in the bathroom, Luke put Annabeth down and locked the door. Then he stopped up the tub. He let the water run warm and put some soap in the water. The boy hoped that a bubble bath might help Annabeth start to feel better. "Okay." He started, still looking at the tub. "You ready?"

When he turned around he realized the girl hadn't moved since he put her down.

It was like she was frozen. Annabeth might not have been physically hurt but her mind was so damaged it paralyzed her. Luke knew he needed to help her, no matter what. It didn't matter how people could see it or how uncomfortable he might be, Annabeth needed him. She couldn't do anything on her own right now. Luke knew Annabeth needed help. He had been making sure she ate, drank, and got up to use the bathroom. As her older brother, it was his job to be there for her.

"Okay. Do you need any help? I can help you." Once more Luke offered her his hand. This time she just looked at him for a moment. Then she slowly nodded. Carefully he removed her shoes and clothes before picking her up and placing her in the warm water. "How's that?"

Annabeth nodded. Shutting the water off, Luke let his sister soak in the water for a moment. It had been so long since they had gotten a chance to bathe. Sure they had gotten to shower but there was always something about letting the water seep into your skin and bones. The hotter the water, the better. However for Annabeth, the water was lukewarm.

Trying to see if Annabeth would wash herself, Luke looked around the bathroom. He hadn't been there before. The walls were mostly just white with some gold trim. After a while Luke asked "You doing okay?"

Annabeth stared at him. Sighing, the boy grabbed the sponge and put some soap on it. "I've got you." Taking show shampoo in his hand, Luke started to massage it into her hair. She seemed to relax as he washed it out. Then he grabbed the conditioner and repeated the process. Gently, Luke took the sponge to her skin. The soap had a fresh, earthy smell to it.

After cleaning her off, Luke drained the tub. Picking her up, he put her on the bath mate. He grabbed the blue towel and wrapped Annabeth in it. "It's your favorite color." Luke smiled. Annabeth tried to.

Looking on the counter, Luke found the hair dryer and plugged it in. "Let's get your hair dry." It took a while before Luke got her blonde hair dry but when he did it was soft. Brading it made it easier to maintain so he did. Brushing her long hair would take energy that Annabeth wouldn't have for a while.

Luke helped his sister get dressed before tying her shoes. "Do you want to go anywhere?"

"Your cabin" Annabeth whispered.

Slightly chucking, Luke smiled. "Okay." He stood and offered his hand to her, trying to get her to walk. With a lot more force than she had used before, Annabeth took his hand and stood up. A wave of relief washed over Luke as they walked to his cabin. Maybe a clean start was what she needed.