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Okay, I have THOUGHTS on this post lol because I really enjoyed reading the thread.

And I think there’s something to the idea that they’re different when they’re just alone together. And I think that’s because, when it’s just the two of them, they take their walls down. The tough, leader thing that other characters use to describe both of them comes down completely when they’re alone.

We get great glimpses of that in Cotg on the fire escape, in their I-Ms, and when Annabeth breaks into Percy’s room at 4am (lol love that whole scene) and also in the stable scene and riverside lunch in Rome scenes in MoA. There are also glimpses in HoH, like when they’re sitting on the ledge by the lava waterfall, but that book is a little trickier because the survival stakes are so high.

But I think we can take this all the way back to the original series. Without digging into my books, there are still several moments that come to mind: on the Plaza balcony in TLO, after Hermes shows up on Olympus prior to the battle, in BotL when they’re sitting in the Labyrinth keeping watch and Annabeth is stressed about the quest, in SoM in the rowboat and again on the ship, especially around the Siren scenes, and even in TLT, the zoo truck scene of course, and the Underworld ferry where she grabs his hand. It seems likely that one of the reasons they fell in love is specifically because they can let down their guard with each other. And they keep building on that.

So to bring this all back around to what started the initial thread, the BoO kiss under the Parthenon, that feels like such an interesting moment because both of them are completely unguarded in that moment, the way they seem to be privately from other glimpses we get (like in MoA stable scene “a proper kiss, with no one watching”), but we the readers are witnessing it through Piper’s eyes and it’s giving her a different perspective on her friends.

I also think it’s smart to have the POV character here NOT be Annabeth or Percy. And this is coming from someone who was disappointed not to get their POVs in BoO (although the Kane crossover short stories and Cotg have helped quite a bit lol). But I actually think, from a writing craft perspective, this kiss has way more impact being told from Piper’s POV because we only get the external descriptions to figure out how Percy and Annabeth are feeling. We’re only shown their actions, we’re not told how they feel about it—as readers, we have to piece their feelings together from their words and actions. Classic show, don’t tell scene. It leaves room for the readers to add the feels—which we do, as this thread clearly demonstrates.

Anyway, that’s my two cents here lol

this is my roman empire. and after all these years, i finally have to say something.

GRUNT-WHIMPER??? GRUNT-WHIMPER!!!!???

ANNABETH GIRL ARE YOU OKAY??

forget her just standing there gasping for air. forget her very audible sigh. forget the fact that annabeth initiates 80% of their kisses and literally has to restrain herself from kissing him in front of all of New Rome in MoA. i could go on and on about how many times percy calls her beautiful and attractive (let’s not forget how his heart races and his skin tingles at her touch) and all his boyfriend-ly thoughts about her, but lets focus on annabeth for a sec. BECAUSE ANNABETH CHASE IS GRUNT-WHIMPERING??

our girl was feeling ALL the things in this scene. she’s so weak in the knees for him that she can’t even hide it in front of piper. also percy must be a fantastic kisser? BECAUSE GRUNT-WHIMPER??

do not EVER tell me percy and annabeth don’t have romantic feelings for each other. do not EVER tell me it’s purely platonic. if you’re someone who thinks “nah i can’t see them getting married and having kids cause i don’t think they feel that way about each other” you clearly did not read about the grunt-whimper (well, you can hc whatever you want. i respect all opinions. but i do think you need to re-consider and account for the grunt-whimper)

BECAUSE GRUNT-WHIMPER?? ONE GOOD KISS FROM PERCY IS MAKING ANNABETH CHASE GRUNT-WHIMPER?? IS THAT RICK’S “CHILD-APPROPRIATE” WAY OF SAYING SHE MOANED?? HE SHOULD HAVE JUST SAID SHE MOANED. GRUNT-WHIMPER IS SO MUCH WORSE. THAT GOES SO FAR BEYOND A MOAN. A MOAN IS TAME COMPARED TO A GRUNT-WHIMPER.

GUYS I-

#percabeth #blood of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

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Can I take a picture of the moon?

Leaning Tower of Pisa: Yes, sorry

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It's so interesting how percabeth almost exchange character traits in their relationship. Normally Annabeth is the one who's always thinking ahead and Percy is the one who gets carried away by his feelings but with their relationship it's the other way around. In a lot of ways Annabeth seems like the more affectionate one, she initiated their first kiss, she was the first to say "I love you" and in general with their relationship it seems like she gives into her feelings a lot more easily (or maybe she just realizes her feelings faster than Mr. Seaweed "doesn't realize Annabeth likes him even after she kisses him" brain). On the other hand Percy, who usually never knows what he's doing is the ultimate planner when it comes to their relationship. He's always thinking about his and Annabeth's future; them going to college, getting married, having kids. It's things like these that make it difficult to figure out who fell first and who fell harder because on one hand you have Annabeth who loves Percy with so much intensity but then you have Percy whose love for Annabeth is as vast as the ocean.

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😂😂😂

Seriously, though, I laughed out loud at that scene. So funny!

percy: please help me find my dad

dionysus:

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo adaptation

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Gorgeous

All Along The Western Veil

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Final Prompt Response - Home

Prompt 19: Annabeth with Ryder and Kira when they're little

*Great prompt, loved this idea, thanks!*

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By the time they got back from the park, Annabeth was tired. But a good tired. Ryder had gone up and down the slide possibly literally a hundred times, then begged to go on the swings, so Annabeth had put Kira in a baby swing, plopped Ryder into the regular swing next to it, then pushed both of them while they shrieked happily, kicking their legs out at the bright blue sky. Annabeth had to laugh along with them, even as her arms started to get tired. They always did Saturdays in the park, usually as a family, but Percy was at his mom and Paul's today, helping them move in some new furniture. So Annabeth was on her own with both kids. She'd been a little worried it would be hard to keep track of Ryder while also watching Kira, but her son had done an impressive job of listening today, and it had been a great trip to the park.

When they got home, Annabeth put Kira in her baby swing, then got Ryder set up at the coffee table with crayons and a coloring book. Once they were settled, she headed into the kitchen to finish up some dishes and see about prepping something for dinner later. But she'd only been out there about ten minutes when Ryder called, "Mama!"

"What's up, baby?" Annabeth dried her hands off on a dish towel and went back into the living room. Kira was dozing in her swing, pacifier bobbing in her mouth. Ryder had moved his coloring book and crayons from the coffee table to the floor and was laying on his stomach. When his mother came out, he sat up with a bright smile, showing her the picture he'd drawn. It showed a swing set, with two scribbled shapes that he said were him and his sister. The other, slightly larger, scribble was Mommy pushing them on the swings. Annabeth pointed to another scribble in the corner, with a square leaning up against it. "What's that?"

"That's Daddy," Ryder said proudly. "He carrying a sofa."

Annabeth laughed, then kissed her son's forehead. "It's a great drawing, Ry. I love it."

He beamed at her. "Will you draw with me, Mama?"

Annabeth hesitated, thinking about the handful of dishes still sitting in the sink, the chicken that needed to be put in a marinade for dinner, the laundry in the washer that needed to be moved to the dryer, and the load in the dryer that first needed to be moved to a laundry basket and then folded. But looking down at Ryder's expectant face and bright eyes, she couldn't find it in herself to care much about the chores at the moment. "Of course."

After sneaking another glance at her daughter, who was still sleeping peacefully, Annabeth laid down on her stomach next to her son and grabbed a piece of paper and a crayon. "Alright, what are we drawing?"

"Aquarium!"

"Awesome. Let's design an amazing aquarium." She tickled his side and Ryder giggled before picking up his crayon and getting intently to work.

For a while, they laid on the floor, designing different fish tanks for the aquarium, then trying to join them together with hallways, slides, and climbing tubes like the ones at Chuck E. Cheese (or Hebe Jeebies, but Annabeth tried not to think about that particular experience). Ryder chattered to her while he colored and passed the paper over to her when there was something more complicated he wanted sketched; Annabeth obliged, smiling as she followed her son's very specific instructions for a slide that wound around a giant fish tank, "Like the one in Dory!" Ryder said.

As she passed the paper back to him and watched him get to work, focusing on colors and making coral with little fish dots around it, Annabeth was suddenly overwhelmed in the best way. This was her life right now. She had a family. They were hers.

She snuggled Ryder closer and kissed the top of his head. He allowed it for a moment, then wriggled free, telling her very seriously, "Mama, I's designing."

"My bad," Annabeth said with a grin, dropping another kiss into his blonde hair, still windswept from the slide and swings. She pushed herself up to her knees, then leaned over to where Kira was still sleeping in her swing, even though it was now still. Very softly, she kissed her daughter's forehead, brushing the baby's dark hair back just because she could. Then she scooted back down next to Ryder to help him with the trickier parts of his drawing. It was turning into quite the impressive aquarium. Her professional brain couldn't help calculating what the cost of a place like this would run; to build this aquarium in reality, he might need to call in some favors with his sea god grandpa. But for a Saturday drawing session, it was perfect.

That was how Percy found them half an hour later when he got home. Annabeth and Ryder had the aquarium laid out across half the living room floor, all the different levels connected by walkways and tunnels (and a few slides).

"Whoa," he said, walking in and looking with surprise at the floor. "This looks cool."

"Daddy!" Ryder scrambled up and threw his arms around his dad's legs. Percy picked him up, swinging him in the air and Ryder laughed before telling him, "We is making aquarium!"

"Awesome." Percy kissed his son's cheek, then set him down. "Want to show it to me?"

"Yes!" Ryder hurried back over to his drawings and started shuffling them around again, trying to figure out the one he wanted to show his dad first.

Meanwhile, Kira had woken up with a squeal when she heard Percy's voice and was smiling at him around her pacifier, holding her arms out. Percy grinned and scooped her up, nuzzling his nose against hers, which made the baby clap her hands and made Annabeth pretty much melt into a puddle.

Percy sat down cross-legged on the floor beside Annabeth, bouncing Kira on his knee. Kira spit out her pacifier in order to suck on her fist, cooing contentedly. Ryder appeared in front of them, holding up two different pages and giving a very detailed explanation about these particular tanks and the awesome twisty water slide connecting them.

While their son talked, Annabeth pushed herself into a sitting position and kissed Percy's cheek.

"Hey," he told her quietly, turning to meet her eyes while Ryder was once again shuffling through papers, deciding on the next one to show.

"Hey, yourself." Annabeth patted his knee, right below where their baby was balanced on it. "How'd it go at your parents'?"

"It was good." Percy bounced Kira, who waved her hands cheerfully, one covered in drool. "Although I think I'm going to be pretty sore tomorrow. I told Mom and Paul that next time, I will be happy to cover the cost for them to have the delivery that includes movers who actually carry the furniture up the stairs."

When Annabeth laughed, Percy grinned. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, then asked, "How was your day?"

"Great," Annabeth admitted, holding out her finger for their daughter to grab. Kira squeezed it tightly, even as she continued to wave her hand up and down while Percy bounced her gently. "We hit the park, then came home to just hang out."

Percy smiled at her, the late afternoon sun highlighting the green in his eyes. "Sounds like a good day."

"It was." Since Ryder was back to laying on his stomach, working on a new drawing, tongue poking out adorably as he concentrated, Annabeth took the opportunity to give her husband a real kiss. "I'm glad you're home."

"Me too." Percy shifted the baby to his other knee, then slid his arm around Annabeth's waist, pulling her closer. "Home is a good place to be."

She nodded, laying her head on his shoulder, grateful for this moment with her family. "It definitely is."

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* I don't know how to make the future fics not syrupy sweet—but I make no apologies! Even if this one turned out as fluffy as a blue pancake lol

This also feels like a good last prompt to finish up on—for now anyway I have a few other fanfic ideas I'm playing with, though, so no worries—there will be more stories coming this year. Got to do something to fill the PJO void now that the show is finished (and while we wait for Season Two!) and until Wrath of the Triple Goddess comes out.

Thanks as always to everyone for reading!*

#pjo #percy jackson #fanfic #percabeth #writing #fanfiction #ff #annabeth chase #stories #request #closed to prompts

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Such a great moment lol

this guy is so pathetically down bad for annabeth chase

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #percabeth #the chalice of the gods #chalice of the gods #percy jackson spoilers #grover underwood

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Heck yeah, let’s do this!!

#pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackon and the olympians #grover underwood

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Just reread Persuasion last month and agree with all of the above, really enjoyed reading it again—it’s now battling with Emma for my favorite Austen novel. There’s so much to dig into with this one.

Persuasion, and hope

I was just reflecting on what an uplifting story Persuasion is, despite its bleak beginnings and stark lines between heroes and villains. As Austen’s last novel, some critics have dared to attack it for containing lesser subtlety—almost a fairytale of sorts. While I’ll have to defend fairytales another time, I’d like to defend Persuasion against a jab about its subtlety.

It isn’t a typical happy ending tale. This isn’t a case of a princess having a fleeting meeting with her prince, a brief period of disappointment and longing, and then bliss. This story comes to us after eight years of Anne Elliot’s suffering. She didn’t have just a fleeting meeting; she had a real chance at love, and threw it away.

Elizabeth Bennet arrives on the scene not yet one-and-twenty, never having been in love. Marianne Dashwood has probably thought she was in love half-a-dozen times.

But Anne. Anne screwed up. Now, I don’t blame her—she was young. She was basically unsupported in every area of her life except by one, much older friend who was basically a surrogate mother figure—and that’s the voice that told her to let go of Wentworth the first time around. I don’t blame Anne for listening to that voice.

But can you imagine the guilt? The misery of looking around at your foppish father and your querulous sisters, and thinking, I chose this? And eight, eight years go by. Reinforcing the permanence of that choice every day.

I guess I resonate with this because I feel like one of my greatest fears is missed chances. As if I, like Anne, listened to the wrong advice and threw love away before I knew what it was. Or maybe I never got the opportunity because there’s something wrong with me—I’m just trapped by a refrain that, this is my life, this is my life, so nothing good and unexpected and beautiful could happen…

What a hopeless refrain! Yet it permeates much of Persuasion…because after eight years, Wentworth returns…and seemingly wants nothing to do with Anne. Yes, we can imagine her bitterly thinking (for even Anne, with her patience and goodness and sweetness, had some bitterness mixed in by the force of cruel circumstances)—this is my life. He comes back, he doesn’t want her, he throws the possibility of a relationship with a younger, spunkier woman in her face—and Anne just has to suffer through it. She has no one to confide in, no one who is looking at her. The one person who she might have shared everything with is angry with her. And one of the sharpest truths is that he is still in love with her, and that’s where his anger comes from—but all she can see is his indifference, because as every woman knows, we can’t see inside men’s heads.

It seems so hopeless.

And then. Anne keeps living, because this is her life. She sucks it up, she continues to be patient, to be good. She doesn’t wallow, as much as she probably wants to. And it is that persistence that shows Captain Frederick Wentworth what he’s missing—that resentment isn’t going to mend his heart, she is–and he cannot live without her. This is his life, and he can’t imagine Anne not in it.

They get their happy ending. And I get a bit of hope—all of us readers do, if we are struggling with the mundane realities of every day, with the fear that we blew our big chance at a golden future.

Of course our lives aren’t novels. (At least, they haven’t inspired any yet). But our lives are not without hope. And the uplifting message of Persuasion is that sometimes living out the lives we have is what draws in the sunshine we have felt so lacking for so long.

#anne elliot #persuasion #jane austen #hope

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Shopping

Prompt from Ao3: Would love to see a future fic of either Annabeth wedding dress shopping with Sally or Annabeth and Percy telling Sally they are having a baby!

*Again, still closed to prompts, just have this one and one more left to catch up on (last one will be up next week). I loved this prompt and wanted to do both lol so here you go!*

SHOPPING, PART 1 OF 2:

Annabeth knew it was the right dress as soon as she put it on. It was simple, but elegant, with a hint of Grecian style, while still being modern. The skirt swept the ground and the fabric was light, perfect for catching the breeze at a beach wedding. When she saw herself in the mirror, she smiled and teared up. She could absolutely see herself saying “yes” to Percy in this dress.

“It looks like we might have a frontrunner,” the shop assistant suggested kindly. She was an older woman in her fifties wearing a black dress, her gray hair piled elegantly on top of her head, and she’d told Annabeth earlier how much she enjoyed helping brides find their perfect dress. “Should we show them?”

Annabeth nodded. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She was spending the last Saturday of her senior year of college Christmas break going wedding dress shopping, while she and Percy were in New York visiting his family for the holidays. She couldn’t imagine dress shopping without Sally there to help. And, luckily, a few of her friends had been able to make it to the appointment, too. This was the fifth dress she’d tried on and the other four had received mixed reviews from her entourage of Piper, Hazel, Rachel, and Sally. The toughest judge, though, was Estelle. The almost-four-year-old had expressed some strong opinions about two of the previous dresses. And while Annabeth wasn’t going to base her decision on anyone’s opinion but her own, it would make everything easier if everyone liked this one.

She shouldn’t have worried. When she stepped out of the dressing room, she couldn’t help the smile on her face. Shyly, she did a small turn, holding out the skirt, and asked, “What do you think?”

Piper started smiling immediately. Hazel’s hands went to her cheeks, her eyes bright. Rachel studied it critically for a moment, like she was examining a painting, then gave an approving nod.

Estelle, perched on the couch between Hazel and Piper, clapped her hands and told Annabeth, “You look like a princess.”

The best reaction, though, was Sally’s. Her eyes welled up, even as she smiled. “Oh sweetheart. You look absolutely beautiful.”

“Thanks, Sally.” Annabeth gave her a hug. “I think this is the one.”

“It’s for sure the one,” Piper agreed. “We can see it on your face.”

Annabeth blushed and turned back to the mirror. “I just—I can see myself standing beside Percy in this dress.”

“After he picks his jaw up off the sand,” Rachel said, which made everyone laugh.

“This is it,” Annabeth said, twisting slightly in front of the mirror to see the different angles. “I’m getting this one.”

“Wonderful,” the assistant said. “I’ll leave you all to talk for a minute while I put the order together. Would you like to add our alterations package? There’s a discount if you purchase it at the same time as the dress.”

“That won’t be necessary.” A dark-haired woman with grey eyes, wearing jeans and a white blouse, stepped into the dressing area.

“Mom?” Annabeth’s stomach dropped. She was torn between being happy at seeing her mother and being concerned about why, exactly, Athena was here.

“Hello, Annabeth.” Athena stopped beside her, studying her daughter in the wedding dress as if it were a battle plan. “You look lovely.”

“Th-thank you. How did you know we were here?”

Athena raised an eyebrow. “I was given to understand that it is traditional for the mother of the bride to attend wedding dress shopping.”

“Oh, of course.” Annabeth exchanged glances with Piper and Hazel, who both looked alert as they watched this conversation. “I just didn’t realize it was something you’d want to do.”

“It’s not something I would typically do,” Athena agreed, moving to stand beside Annabeth, her hands going to the dress, gently tugging and tucking it so that it fit more tightly at Annabeth’s waist, highlighting her figure. “But I’m willing to make an exception for you. And offer my services as a seamstress to make the alterations on your dress.”

Annabeth’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

Athena smiled thinly. “Yes, seriously. I am the goddess of weaving, after all. I think I can manage this task.”

“Thank you.” Annabeth was stunned. She and her mother hadn’t always had an easy relationship. And she knew Percy had never exactly been Athena’s favorite. So to get her support in this way meant a lot.

As much as she appreciated her mother’s visit, though, Annabeth could definitely tell everything was more tense while the goddess was present. Luckily, after taking Annabeth’s measurements by studying the sample dress, Athena nodded, gave Annabeth instructions on how to contact her to make the alterations once her dress arrived, then left as abruptly as she’d arrived.

Once they were back on the street, Annabeth walked beside Sally, Estelle holding both their hands, insisting that they swing her across the cracks in the sidewalk.

“Thanks for coming today, Sally,” Annabeth told her.

“Of course, Annabeth.” Sally smiled at her as they swung Estelle again. “I wouldn’t have missed it.” Her voice turned more careful, though, as she said, “It was nice of your mother to come.”

Annabeth nodded. “It was.” She shot a smile at Sally. “But I’m really glad you could be here, too.”

Sally’s eyes crinkled the way they did with a true, genuine smile and she reached over with her free hand to squeeze Annabeth’s arm before Estelle once again insisted that they swing her.

“How was dress shopping?” Percy asked Annabeth later, when it was just the two of them snuggled on the couch at his parents’ apartment, watching TV after everyone else had gone to bed. “Did you get one?”

She nodded against his shoulder. “But you can’t see it until the wedding. It’s bad luck.”

“Do you actually believe that?”

Annabeth shrugged. “I’m not risking it, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “You’re probably right, as usual.” His arm tightened around her shoulders. “I already know you’ll look beautiful, though.”

Annabeth hid her smile against his t-shirt. Raising her head, she met his eyes, gorgeous as ever, and told him, quietly, “I can’t wait to marry you.”

Percy’s smile at her words made her melt. “I can’t wait to marry you, either,” he said, leaning closer to kiss her.

Soon, in just a few months, she would walk down the aisle to him, wearing the dress she’d bought today. Until then, it was enough to be cuddled close together on the couch like this. Life was good.

SHOPPING, PART 2 OF 2:

Sally was grateful to be inside the department store on this early spring afternoon, as it was gray and drizzly outside, the sky pressing close to the tops of the skyscrapers. She was also happy to be at the store with her son and daughter-in-law, helping Percy find new clothes for an upcoming formal work event. Annabeth had insisted that Sally accompany them. “We’ll need a tiebreaker,” she’d told Sally on the phone the day before. “Besides, nice clothes aren’t always Percy’s strong point.”

So Sally had happily agreed to join them. They would be meeting Paul and Estelle afterwards for dinner. Sally had dropped Estelle off at her dance class on the way here, and Paul would be picking her up on his way to dinner after work.

It didn’t take too long to find a nice button-down shirt and a pair of dark gray pants for Percy. He’d initially wanted a blue shirt, of course, but Annabeth had insisted on a green one that complemented his eyes. Sally hadn’t really done her job as tiebreaker, since she’d agreed that her son looked very handsome in both shirts, but Percy had eventually given in good-naturedly to his wife, especially after she agreed to wear a blue dress to the event.

“You’re my plus one,” he told her with a wink. Annabeth playfully smacked his arm.

Sally smiled. They were as cute now as they had been at sixteen. And she was very happy that Annabeth was an official member of the family. As they started walking across the department store, back towards the door (Sally thought, although she’d gotten a big turned around in the giant store), her phone buzzed. She checked it, following the shopping bag swinging from Percy’s hand out of the corner of her eye. When her son’s footsteps stopped, she stopped, too, still focused on Paul’s text saying they were on their way, his photo of Estelle in a dance pose, and her reply exclaiming about how adorable the photo was and letting him know they were on their way out of the store and would see them soon at the restaurant.

As she slipped her phone into her pocket and looked up, she realized that Percy and Annabeth were both watching her. “Sorry. Text from Paul. They’re on their way to the restaurant. Did you need something else here, honey?”

“I’m not sure.” Percy glanced at Annabeth, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “Do we need anything else here, baby?”

Sally was a bit surprised at the term of endearment, as Percy didn’t always use those for Annabeth in front of his mom, but they were also still pretty early in their marriage, so she figured maybe it was just a happy newlywed thing.

Annabeth crossed her arms, biting her lip, glancing at Sally before telling Percy, “I don’t know, baby, what do you think?”

Sally frowned, narrowing her eyes. Clearly, something was up. “What are you two—” Suddenly, she realized where they were standing. “Why are we in the baby department?”

Percy raised his eyebrows at his mom. Annabeth was clearly trying to hide a smile. Sally had a moment of confusion, glancing from her son and daughter-in-law to the racks of tiny, pastel-colored clothes.

And then she got it.

“Wait. Are you—” Their giant grins were answer enough. And then Sally started crying, right there in the department store.

“Aw, Mom.” Percy hugged her and Sally squeezed him back, hard. “These are happy tears, right?”

“Of course they are!” Sally sobbed, even though she was smiling as she kissed his cheek and released him to hug Annabeth. “I’m so happy right now.”

Annabeth held on to Sally for an extra moment, and Sally squeezed her tighter. “You’re going to do great, sweetheart,” she told her daughter-in-law softly, and Annabeth nodded against her shoulder. They were both wiping tears off their cheeks when they broke apart.

“Well,” Sally clapped her hands, “while we’re here, I’m buying some outfits! I’m guessing it’s too soon to know boy or girl?”

Annabeth nodded. “I’m not due until September, so we’ve got a while still. Thankfully. It was…a bit of a surprise.” She glanced at Percy with a smile. “But we’re really happy about it. Thrilled, actually.”

“Definitely,” Percy agreed, still grinning. “And we decided not to find out what the baby’s going to be. We’ll be happy either way, so it seems like it’d be a fun surprise.”

Annabeth made a face. “It makes it hard to plan, but he persuaded me.” She took Percy’s hand. “We’ve had a lot of crummy surprises over the years, so it seems nice to have a good one to look forward to.”

“Absolutely,” Sally agreed. She turned to critically examine the rows of tiny clothes in front of her. “I’m sure I can find some cute onesies in here that will work for a boy or a girl.”

She did. Ten minutes later, she was handing Percy a second bag to carry, this one holding half a dozen adorable little outfits. Percy was still beaming as he took it from her.

“Feels real now,” he said, hefting the bag to show Annabeth. “Our baby has clothes.”

Annabeth sniffled. “That’s so sweet. Thanks, Sally.”

Sally gave Annabeth a one-armed hug. “You’re welcome, dear. I’m just so happy for you both.”

The three of them left the store, heading for dinner to share the good news. Sally couldn’t keep a smile off her face. Her son was going to be a dad. She was going to be a grandma. Above her, the clouds were breaking up, slivers of blue sky appearing through the gray. It was a beautiful day.

#pjo #fanfic #percy jackson #percabeth #writing #fanfiction #ff #stories #annabeth chase #request #closed to prompts #just catching up

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Absolutely love this, but just gotta add this one, too:

#pjo #lt musical #because these three were also fantastic

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Hey can i request Percy always saying can I ask a dumb question before actually asking something and Annabeth having enough and saying something Percy you are not dumb I don’t know why you have to always bring it up I love you and you’re not dumb and Percy just having self steem issues and being pessimistic but Annabeth being the best girlfriend ever

Hi! Great question and I like this idea, but I'm actually closed to prompts right now--too much going on in life to keep up with them at the moment. However, I kind of already did a scene like this in my story Study Break (follow the link if you want to read the full story), so I'm sharing that scene here!

From Study Break (posted on Fanfiction and A03):

The following Friday found them sitting on opposite ends of the couch in Percy's apartment. Annabeth's legs were tucked up under her and she was chewing on the end of a pen, trying to stay focused on her AP Government textbook, desperate to find any topic that might hold her interest long enough to write an essay about it. Percy had been sitting back with his feet on the coffee table, but now he'd set them on the ground as he hunched over his chemistry homework, nose wrinkled in concentration as he looked from his textbook to his notes and back again, occasionally muttering to himself. The noise of Sally and Paul getting ready to leave and go see a show drifted down the hall, reminding Annabeth that it was once again Friday night and maybe it would be nice to do something besides study. But she glanced at Percy, focused on his work, and decided not to interrupt him. Fighting back a sigh, Annabeth returned her attention to her own homework.

Ten minutes after his parents left, however, Percy swore and threw down his pencil. Annabeth jumped and looked at him as he dumped his chemistry stuff on the floor and cursed again. "I give up. I can't do this."

"What?"

Percy leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands. "I can't freaking do this. I don't get it."

"Chemistry?" Annabeth set her own book and pen down and cautiously scooted towards him. "Percy, I can help you. I mean, balancing equations is a pain and all but—"

"It's not just chemistry. Or physics. Or pre-calculus. Or whatever other stupid classes I'm taking." Because his face was still buried in his hands, his voice was muffled as he said, "I hate studying. I'm not—I'm not a good student. And no matter how hard I try, I'm not good enough."

"Percy—"

"I got my SAT scores back again. They went down." His shoulders slumped farther. His voice was almost inaudible as he said, "I don't know why I thought college was an option for me. I really am an idiot for thinking I could do this."

"Hey." Annabeth's voice came out sharper than she intended, but she thought maybe that wasn't a bad thing. "Stop it. Percy, look at me."

When he didn't, she moved until she was right beside him, then, as gently as she could manage, moved his hands away from his face and tugged him upright, though he still wouldn't meet her eyes.

So she took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. She hated seeing the shame etched on his features, especially when she didn't think he had anything to be ashamed of. "Nobody gets to talk about my boyfriend that way. Not even my boyfriend." She kissed him, hard. "Test scores aren't everything. Neither is New Rome. I mean, I know that's what we'd talked about, but if they don't want you, then screw them. We'll figure something else out. I've been researching other places, state schools and community colleges, and there are options."

Percy swallowed. "But I don't want to hold you back from—"

She kissed him again before he could finish that sentence. "No way. You don't get to pull that guilt trip on yourself because it's not true. And you don't have to be good at school to be good enough. Percy, you're—you're one of the best people I've ever met. Plus you're really good at a lot of things. Who cares if standardized tests and homework aren't some of them?"

He lowered his eyes. "I just don't want to let you down."

Annabeth ran her thumbs along the fine, fragile bones beneath his eyes, which wouldn't meet hers. Emotion briefly choked her, but finally she said, "Percy, you have never let me down. And I'm proud of how hard you've been working. You can do this." She kissed him once more, gently this time. "I believe in you."

He nodded, but his shoulders were still slumped, his attitude defeated. An idea crossed Annabeth's mind and she decided to go with it. Standing up from the couch, she held out her hand. "Come on. We're leaving."

Percy looked up then in surprise. "What? To go where?"

"Just trust me. Do you have Riptide?"

He raised an eyebrow, then pulled the pen out of his jeans pocket. "Don't I always?"

"Good." She hauled him off the couch and to the front door, stopping to grab her drakon bone sword, and their sweatshirts, on the way. "Don't forget your key."

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