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keep the nightmares away - percy jackson

Request: nope Pairing: Percy Jackson x reader Summary: oh nooo what if there's only one bed........ (im a sucker for this trope and WILL use it whenever I can) Warnings: mentions of wounds, swearing, nightmares Word count: 1.5K A/N: yall know that audio from the rock "it's about drive it's about power we stay hungry we devour" that's me writing more fics in two days than I have in 6 months. I blame it on my percy jackson hyperfixation. enjoy!

you were so exhausted you could barely keep your eyes open. you'd been sent on another quest and had been chased down by monsters for gods know how many times already.

everyone was tired and just wanted to go to bed. but a prophecy had predicted there would be three demigods and a fourth companion on this quest, so it wasn't easy to leave the monsters behind.

'why did we have to be four?' you say softly as you force yourself to keep on walking. 'it would be way more quiet if there were only three of us.'

percy looks over his shoulder in front of you. 'I don't think quests are ever quiet.' he says with a smile.

'you know what I mean.' you say. 'are we there yet?'

'almost.' says annabeth, who is walking with grover in front of percy, holding the map and leading the way. 'it's just over the ridge.'

'thank the gods.' you mutter.

you know annabeth is going to state the facts rather than make something sound good. and sure enough, when you reach the top of the ridge you can see a dimly lit street in the distance.

you can see the motel you're headed for, a diner, and a gas station with a small store.

you're filled with relief of the thought of finally laying down and resting your feet. you could rewrap your wounds and maybe even take a shower if you're lucky and have the energy for it.

'come on, nearly there.' says percy, reaching out and gently tugging you along by your wrist.

if you weren't so tired you'd be reeling over the fact percy is holding your wrist so gently. but all you can think of is how soft the beds would be.

when you get to the motel you're too tired to speak. you let annabeth do all of the talking.

after a few minutes she returns with two keys.

'these are the only ones they had available.' she says, giving percy one.

'come on.' says percy. 'want me to rewrap your arm?'

you nod. a few hours ago, you got your arm sliced open and had to hastily wrap it. you're not very good at it, as the cut is on the back of your upper arm and you can't see it very well.

'grover and I will check the area quickly and then we can all get some rest.' says annabeth. 'regroup in my room at 8 am tomorrow?'

'sure.' says percy while you and grover nod.

you follow percy as he's searching for the room. eventually he stops and you nearly bump into him.

'sorry.' you mutter.

'it's alright.' says percy as he unlocks the door and lets you enter first.

you stop in the door opening, looking at the room.

'what's wrong?' says percy, looking over your shoulder. 'oh.'

yeah. oh. there's only one bed. not even a sofa.

you enter the room and percy shuts the door behind him. of course there's only one bed. and you're so exhausted. you can tell percy is tired as well. he's just better at hiding it.

'come on, let me take care of your arm.' says percy.

you head into the bathroom while percy rummages around his pack for the medical kit.

'sit on the counter.' he says as he enters the bathroom with the medical kit in his hands.

you do as he instructs and rest the back of your head against the mirror. you close your eyes but open them when percy lightly taps your knee.

'need you awake for this. you can sleep after.' he says softly.

you sigh. 'fine.'

'I know you're exhausted. I'll make it quick.'

'thanks, perce.'

percy ignores the way he feels when you call him that. he wonders if you know you're the only one that ever calls him that.

he washes his hands and then gently unwraps the old bandage around your arm. he carefully cleans the cut and starts on rewrapping it, making sure he's not hurting you.

when he's almost done, he feels a weight on his shoulder. he smiles to himself, letting you doze off on his shoulder. he's nearly done, anyway.

he secures the last bit of the bandage and then nudges you awake.

'sorry.' you say, blinking a few times.

'let's get you to the bed.' says percy, offering his hand so you can hop off the counter. 'you can take the first shift.'

you frown. 'first shift?'

'sleeping in the bed.'

'where will you sleep?'

'on the floor. I'll get the pillows off of the chair.'

you shake your head. 'percy, you're tired as well. you've fought just as much as I have. you'll only make it worse by sleeping on the floor. we can share.' you say.

sharing a bed as friends, that's cool right? not a big deal. at least that's what you tell yourself.

percy studies your face. he probably looks as tired as you do.

'it's big enough for the two of us.' you say, reaching down to take off your boots.

'alright.' says percy.

there's a knock on the door and both you and percy freeze. percy reaches inside of his pocket, ready to take out riptide.

'it's me.' says annabeth on the other side. 'all clear. get some rest.'

'thanks, goodnight annabeth.' says percy, visibly relaxing.

you walk over to the bed and lay down on the left side, leaving enough space for percy.

'if I find you on the floor when I wake up I'll make the rest of the quest even more miserable for you.' you mumble as you close your eyes. 'don't be a gentleman.'

'noted.' says percy with a smile, laying down on the other side of the bed, careful to leave more than enough space between the two of you.

it's cool, this is fine. laying next to you in a bed. nothing that could happen, you're just friends. right?

after a while, he can tell you're asleep by the slow breathing coming from your side of the bed.

he's keeping his distance, even if it means he nearly falls off of the bed. he's mind is spinning in circles about the fact you're laying right next to him.

but eventually, he falls asleep. after all, all four of you were utterly exhausted when you reached the motel earlier in the night.

it feels like way too soon when he's woken up again. he frowns, it's still dark outside. he shifts to get comfortable again. but then he feels something hard poke him in his ribs.

'oof.' he grunts softly, then rolls over to see if you're awake. why would you punch him in the middle of the night?

but when he sees you, he noticed your face is scrunched up in agony and you're mumbling something.

he frowns and watches you move around restlessly, nearly hitting him again.

but his frown disappears soon enough. he knows the feeling all too well.

you're having a nightmare.

a bad one, by the looks of it.

gently, he reaches out and pushes a strand of sweaty hair out of your face, then nudges your shoulder.

'hey, wake up.'

in response, you curl up even more so percy shakes you again, a little harder this time.

you wake up and immediately sit up, eyes wide in panic. your hand is scrambling for you belt, where you keep your knives.

'woah, hey, it's alright you're safe, you're with me.' says percy, holding your shoulders and forcing you to look at him.

his sea-green eyes are familiar and calm you down a little. you're breathing heavily and fully aware of percy holding on to your shoulders. you force yourself to push away from him, creating space between the two of you.

'I'm alright.' you say, closing your eyes and shaking your head slightly. you would not cry over something as stupid as a nightmare.

'want to talk about it?' says percy softly.

'no I'm fine.'

'talking mostly helps me.'

you sigh and start to fidget with your fingers. why does it feel so embarrassing? you're sure lots of demigods have nightmares, given what you go through on a daily basis.

'it was the gods.' you start. 'I'd failed some sort of quest and they let loose their powers on me. camp half-blood got destroyed. I couldn't find annabeth and grover. there was fire everywhere and you... fuck.'

'it's okay.' says percy softly, encouraging you to go on.

'I found you in the rubble of your cabin.' you whisper.

'shit, I'm sorry.'

'it's alright, I'm alright. you're here now.'

'you think you can try going back to sleep again?'

'yeah, I can try.'

the two of you lay down again, this time with a little less space between you.

'percy?' you say, slowly reaching out to him.

'yeah?'

'is it okay if I...?'

wordlessly, percy reaches out and pulls you against him, where you curl up against his side.

'thanks.' you say, feeling yourself relax again.

'I'll keep the nightmares away.' mumbles percy.

you smile to yourself, closing your eyes and letting percy's heartbeat lull you to sleep. you're confident nightmares wouldn't find you again. you're safe now.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

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birdiewriteslit · 4 months

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Hi ! I just love your writing ! ❤️ Also, I was wondering if you could write a story in which the reader is Thalia’s sister and dating Luke. The reader always thought that Luke liked Thalia and thinks that Luke only dates her because she reminds him of Thalia. She shares her doubts with Annabeth who tries to comfort her and Luke overhears their conversation. Then Luke talks to the reader about it reassuring he loves her for her and it’s all fluffy. Also, to add little angst, the reader has been traumatized by Thalia’s “transformation” and beats herself up thinking that it’s her fault that her sister is a tree.

thank you so much! sure, i can do this!!

luke castellan x daughter of zeus!reader

warnings: angst, self doubt, trauma, fluff at the end

sorry if this is bad i haven’t written angst in a hot minute

Your memory of the day you arrived at camp was still as vivid as it was when it happened. You, Grover, Annabeth, Luke, and your little sister were on the run from a horde of monsters, all of them attracted to the strong scent of the daughters of Zeus.

You were sprinting up the hill, breath ragged. Luke, Annabeth, and Grover were ahead of you. “We’re almost there!” Grover shouted. “Just keep running!”

You were exhausted, running for days with no help from any of your godly parents, but you had to keep going.

You looked back to make sure Thalia hadn’t fallen behind, but she had her shield up, showing Medusa’s face to the monsters that were catching up.

“We can’t outrun them!” she yelled. “I can slow them down, go on without me!”

Thalia started to run toward the monsters, but you grabbed her arm. “I can’t let you go. We can make it, please try to keep going.”

“I have to! Aegis will keep them at bay for a little while. It’s me they’re following,” she reasoned, her eyes stormy and unyielding.

“Thalia, don’t. They want me too. I’ll go instead, I won’t let you die for me,” you proposed desperately.

“You’re always doing things for me, let me do this for you. Let me repay my big sister.” She pulled her arm out of your grasp and turned to run at the monsters before you could stop her.

“Come on!” Grover yelled from the top of the hill, Annabeth and Luke now far in front of him. “They’re catching up!”

“I’m not leaving her!” you protested. Grover met you in the middle and grabbed hold of your arm, practically dragging you to camp as you shouted several curses at him. “Let me go!”

“I can’t. My mission is to get you across that border, and I’m not letting two of you die for the rest of us.” Grover was gritting his teeth, struggling to keep hold of you as you made it across the boundary.

You watched in horror as Thalia jabbed with her spear and missed, the Fury’s whip coming down hard and hitting her over the head, knocking her to the ground. She didn’t get up.

The biggest lightning bolt you’d ever seen struck the ground, sending the hellhounds into a panic. The monsters retreated, half victorious, as they only managed to kill one of you.

From the place where Thalia died, a large pine was growing rapidly out of the ground, and a magical force field spread across the woods, strengthening the border you just crossed.

Luke grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to turn away from the scene. His eyes were cast to the ground. He couldn’t look. “Come on,” he said, his voice breaking.

You walked past the strawberry fields with Luke’s arm around your shoulders keeping you stable. You couldn’t say anything. You knew that if you did, you would break down.

Annabeth was sobbing beside Grover, who was leading the three of you to the Big House, where Chiron stood on the porch, looking solemn. You weren’t even shocked by his centaur form. The image of Thalia’s body hitting the ground was still replaying in your mind.

You woke with a start, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Five years later, and you still had nightmares like this. It was always the same scene over and over. You could never escape that night.

You slowly sat up in your bed, pulling the covers back and placing your feet on the cold marble floor. You rubbed at your eyes, sighing as you knelt at your father’s statue in the middle of the cabin.

You never shared this space with Thalia, but you missed her like you had. Sometimes you would dream of her and you when you were small, and you would expect to wake up and see her asleep on the other side of the room.

You stared into the reflecting pool around the statue, barely recognizing who was looking back at you. The girl in the water was tired, and she looked like she hadn’t slept in days.

Looking up at your father’s carved face, you felt that familiar feeling of resentment. He had never helped you. When you were on the run, the only gift he gave was weapons for you and Thalia to defend yourselves with.

After you were claimed, it was like you never existed to him. He never answered your prayers, and he was never there for you when you needed him.

When you needed help facing Ladon on Luke’s quest, he was absent from the sky. You were forced to return to camp, two failures who learned to never rely the gods for help.

Luke was the only one you could relate to in that way. After that quest, you thought of each other differently. Finding that common ground changed your friendship into something more.

Sometimes you wondered if Luke saw Thalia when he looked at you. There would be moments where he would look at you like your sister was staring back, and he would get this sad glint in his eyes.

You certainly didn’t see her in your reflection. You’d looked for so long to find something that reminded you of her, but you could never find something good.

You had an aggression problem, which was about the only thing about you that resembled your sister. The only people you got along with were your boyfriend, Annabeth, and Grover.

Everybody at camp stayed clear of you anyways, as they were afraid of what you might do to them. Of course, you were more powerful than the others, and they were scared of that.

The day was off to a rough start. You were fifteen minutes late for breakfast, and when you entered the pavilion, heads turned. You were used to getting stared at, so you were able to ignore it.

You ate by yourself, keeping your head down. After breakfast, your first activity of the day was Ancient Greek with Annabeth.

You were reading out a boring passage to her when she stopped you at the end of a paragraph. “Are you having nightmares again?” she asked tentatively.

You looked up from the book. “Why do you ask?”

“You were late to breakfast. You’ve been looking so tired this past week. I’m worried. Luke’s worried. He says you’ve been distant,” she analyzed.

You sighed. “Yeah, I’ve been having them again. It’s the same as it’s always been.” You rubbed your hands over your tired eyes. “I can’t get it out of my head.”

“You haven’t told Luke?”

“No, I don’t want to stress him out. Besides, he probably sees enough of Thalia in me. Honestly, I think that’s why he’s with me. We all lost her that night, and he just needs something to remind him of her,” you confessed gloomily, picking at the corners of the pages.

Annabeth raised her eyebrows in surprise. “What are you talking about? Luke has liked you as long as I’ve known you. Thalia meant a lot to him, but you’re different from her. You mean something different to him.”

“Do you really think that’s why I’m with you?” Luke said, rounding the corner of the porch and making himself known. He had a hurt expression on his face.

“I’ll leave you alone,” Annabeth said awkwardly, standing up from her chair and hurrying away from the Big House.

“Luke, I-“

“I’m sorry to eavesdrop, but you can’t really think that.” He sat down next to you and pulled your hands away from the book pages. “Annabeth’s right, I’ve liked you forever. Thalia was like a little sister to me. The only time you remind me of her is when you get angry, and I’m not with you because of your anger,” he reassured, trying to make you believe him.

“Why are you with me?” Your voice came out small, and you were afraid of what he would say.

He shook his head, taking your face in his hands. “So many reasons. You’re smart, brave, and resourceful. You’re strong and beautiful. Honestly, you could name anything you don’t like about yourself and I promise you that I would love you regardless.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes,” he said sincerely.

You took a deep breath, ready to be honest with him. “In my nightmares, I see us on the night Thalia died. I see the moment she slipped away from me and I left her to fight on her own. I’m such a bad sister,” you admitted, voice breaking a little.

Luke looked pained at your words. His thumb was quick to wipe away a tear that had fallen. “What happened wasn’t your fault. Thalia was stubborn, once she got an idea in her head she wouldn’t let it go. You know that. If we let you go too, we would’ve lost you both. We couldn’t risk that.”

You were silent, taking in his reasoning and knowing that he was right. You leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. “Thank you, Luke,” you said quietly, resting your forehead against his.

“Of course.” He pushed a stray hair behind your ear. “Do you want me to sleep in your cabin tonight?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright.” Luke pulled away and smiled at you. “What do you say we go zap some Dionysus kids in the strawberry fields?”

“That sounds like a great idea.” You grinned, already feeling much better.

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velocesainz · 2 months

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Hiiiiiii would you want to do

Childhood bsf Annabeth chase x Apollo reader who is dying of an illness that can't be cured , only Luke and reader know about it and reader refuses to tell anyone else, wanting Annabeth not to worry thinking that reader just gets sick often.

When Annabeth leaves for a quest when reader's sicker then normal only to come back and reader is gone only leaving a sentimental gift to both Luke and her behind with a letter saying goodbye and sorry something like that ?

She/her or they/them please do tell if you cannot write this

I love this request, thank you so much!

Summary: reader is dying of a terminal disease and nobody knows except Luke. Annabeth sees that reader is getting sick but doesn’t think much of it but realised when it’s too late

Warnings: very sad, angstyyy, mentions of death

Pairing: Annabeth Chase (platonic) x Apollo! Fem! Reader, Luke castellan (platonic) x Apollo! Fem! Reader

A/n: this might be the saddest thing I’ve ever written and I’m here for it. Make sure to request!

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Improper Goodbyes

Reader pov:

I was in the bathroom in the apollo cabin spewing my guts out into the bowl along with blood. I found out I had cancer a few days ago since father had sent me a letter (I am the favourite child).

I was just sitting on the floor thinking about how I was just going to disappear. I felt relief but also was overwhelmed by the faces of all my siblings and friends especially Annabeth, my best friend since the day I was born.

I was sitting there thinking about all the good times I had at camp when the door burst open revealing Luke, my other best friend.

“Hey y/n I was thinking about heading out to pick some strawber- what happened?” Luke asked incredibly worried seeing the blood in toilet bowl.

I didn’t want to tell him but he deserved to know. As one of um closest friends he deserved to know what was wrong with me.

“I-I have cancer Luke. Leukaemia stage 3. Incurable” I told as I saw his face drop with every word I said

“H-H-How long do you have left?” He asked me and I could see tears springing into his eyes

“6 months maximum. I’m sorry Luke” I told him and looked away, I couldn’t bear to see Luke crying

“We’re going to make these 6 months the best you’ve ever experienced. Let me just tell ever-“

“No Luke. You’re not telling a single soul about this.” I cut him off

I looked back at him and he gave me a sad smile. He was upset that I wouldn’t let him tell anyone but he also wanted to respect my wishes.

“Alright then. But if Annabeth finds out and tells the rest of the camp don’t blame me! Now come on, we have memories to make” Luke said as he dragged me out of the Apollo cabin

Timeskip:

I was talking to Annabeth by the fire when I felt nauseous again. This is the 5th this happened today and Annabeth seemed to be catching on slowly

“Hey y/n are you alright? You seem to be extremely pale and sickly looking recently” Annabeth asked me

“Yea I’m fine, just been a little under the weather recently” I lied through my teeth

“Nothing a little ambrosia can’t fix! I’ll go get some for you right now” Annabeth said as she got up but I pulled her right back down

“There’s no need for that Annabeth. I have some back in the cabin, I’ll drink it before going to bed don’t worry about me” I tried reassuring her but she didn’t really seem to buy it

Annabeth pov:

Why was y/n acting so weird? It’s weird enough that she’s been sick for so long and in top of that she refuses to take ambrosia even though she takes it multiple times a day when she is sick.

Am I missing something here?

No Annabeth, you’re overthinking it. She’s a child of Apollo, she can take care of herself.

“Annabeth, Percy and Grover please join me up front here” Chiron called out probably to inform us of another quest.

I was really getting fed up of being dragged by Percy everywhere for his troubles and quests. I wanted to spend more time with the others at camp.

I want to take care of y/n like how she took care of me.

I rarely even see her anymore since she’s mostly just locked in her cabin or I’m on a quest with seaweed brain.

I don’t know how much more I can take of this. I hope this ends soon.

Timeskip:

I was packing up for the quest and just as we were about to leave y/n came up to me along with Luke .

“Can I hug you? I really want to get a hug from you before you leave for another long quest” she also mumbled something at the end about this being her last hug or something but I didn’t pay much attention to that.

“Of course honey! You don’t even need to ask, you know I absolutely adore your hugs” I said as I hugged her.

I then realised how much thinner she had gotten. I could feel the bones in her back as I hugged her.

I again didn’t pay attention to it because some people here at half-blood have had really bad flu and other diseases but have always recovered from it.

But this time felt different. I felt a strong twine in my gut. Something was wrong.

Probably in the quest. That always happens.

Y/n pov:

I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker day by day and I knew my last few moments were drawing closer.

I started writing letters to the ones I cared most about and also gave all my stuff away leaving only the sentimental pieces for the ones who mattered the most to me

It hurt to let go of this beautiful place but our fates have been decided and there is nothing we can do to change it.

As I laid on my death bed surrounded by my cabin mates and Luke they told me how much I meant to them and how much they will miss me.

I couldn’t focus on that however. I just wished Annabeth was here with me. I wanted to say a proper goodbye but she wasn’t here.

I felt my eyelids grow heavier and heavier. I could barely speak but I had to tell Luke what I wanted to say to Annabeth.

“Luke tell Annabeth that she was the most amazing friend I could ever ask for and also give her this” I told told him as I gave him a letter that I had addressed to Annabeth.

Luke pov:

I couldn’t believe it. My best friend was dead and her last wish to see her childhood best friend couldn’t be fulfilled.

I felt grief sadness and guilt overcome me as I feel to my knees next to her body.

The only person who truly understood me was dead. How was I to move on?

I walked with heavy steps to my cabin and I saw her ring on my bed with a letter.

That ring meant to much to her. It was given by her mother and it contained the most beautiful sapphire I had ever seen.

She never let anyone touch it since it meant so much to her. I guess I meant just as much to her as this ring.

I looked at the contents in my hand. Annabeth’s letter along with a small box.

If only Annabeth was here. Y/n would’ve passed away surrounded by all of whom she loved.

Annabeth pov:

I returned to camp after the quest but that feeling never went away.

Everyone at camp looked grim and depressed, especially the Apollo kids and Luke.

I tried to look around for y/n but I couldn’t fine her anywhere.

Luke came up to me and handed me a letter and a small blue velvet box.

“Y/n wanted you to have this. It was her last and only wish” Luke said with a coarse and scratchy voice. It sounded like he had cried for hours.

“What do you mean last and only wish? Is y/n ok? What happened to her?” I asked Luke hoping to find some answers but he just gave me a sad look.

“Read the letter. You’ll understand everything” he told me and left

I hurriedly opened the letter and read what was written:

Dear Annabeth,

I hope I was able to give this to you in person but if not then so be it. You have been my best friend for over 10 years at this point and our friendship was the most cherished thing I ever had. You made me laugh, think, enjoy life and many more things. I’m sorry we couldn’t grow old together like we said we would but just know I’ll always be supporting you along the way. I have stage 4 leukaemia and it is incurable. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier but I didn’t want to worry you. This is getting really long but I just wanted to let you know that you were the best thing in my life and I will always be with you in your heart. Please don’t grieve over me. I love you.

Your best friend,

Y/n

Tears pooled in my eyes as I continued reading the letter. After I finished I opened the small box which had her necklace inside it.

Her most prized possession.

It was given by her father. A bow and arrow pendant with the most beautiful diamond I had ever seen. She wouldn’t even let people see it forget touching it.

How was I to live without my best friend? I can’t be without her.

Why are the gods so cruel? Why did they have to take her away?

I broke down in the middle of the field crying.

Everyone passing by gave me sad looks and walked away knowing I’d want to be left alone.

My best friend was dead. My sister. My lifeline. My support and my soul had been ripped away from me.

All she wanted was to see me before she died and I couldn’t even do that. What kind of a friend was I?

She was gone and there was nothing I could do to bring her back.

A/n: Let me know your guys feedback on this and let me know what other people/genres you want me to write about! Requests are open. Kissies ✨

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hermesmyplatonicbeloved · 3 months

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Things I like about episode 7:

Hades immediately offering Percy, Grover and Sally protection upon hearing that Kronos was rising from the grave. Is it canon? No. But I like it. Listen, the bar is low, okay? And this has strong "protect Nico Bianca and Maria from Zeus vibes."

Percy being the one to figure out that Ares played them all, and deciding to do the right thing and come back for him mom after he gets the helm from Ares.

Ceberus!! Like that is my doggo!! I love him!!

The landscape in Hades. Boy that was awesome. I can imagine hades playing fetch with Ceberus there.

Sally dropping a match into a dirty/finished milkshake and Poseidon appearing like 0.1 seconds later. instantly. He was clearly watching everything going down. And the bit about him saying that it was literally torture? Ouch. No wonder he told Hermes to stay away in the previous episode. Everyone is miserable.

Things I hate about episode 7:

That whole scene with Crusty. No. Where is the suspense. Where is Percy tricking Crusty to lie on his own bed, and then get stretched by his own trap. Where is the beginnings of dark and manipulative Percy. I WANTED TO SEE IT.

What whole scene with Charon. I loved the bribery scene in the books. Percy just stacking drachma upon drachma as Charon muses about expensive Italian suits and his horrible pay.

The scene with Hades. I have mixed feelings about it. For one tho, they completely butchered Hades's character. Hades is an outcast. He feels the separation from the other gods painfully. He feels he gets no respect from them. He's struggling to keep up with the number of dead souls in his domain. Where was any of that?

Minor point but like. The whole thing about hades looking like the first god who actually seemed godlike + plus thinking hades looked like a panther (lithe and dangerous) + wanted to be owned on sight was weird in the books but I liked it because it was Percy's bi awakening AND IT WASN'T HERE?!?! I WAS WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT.

Annabeth going "I trust your dad." WTF. I did not just reread the entire lightning thief book front to back filled with Annabeth shitting on Poseidon just to hear this. What the actual fuck. This was so OC of her. The most OC thing the writers have done. That being said, I have to admit considering her relationship with Athena + the changes they've made and her watching Poseidon care and protect Percy, it kinda makes sense. Its still incredibly OC, but it fits with the adaptation, even if it doesn't with the book.

This list is by no means complete. Just the stuff on the top of my head.

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #rick riordan #annabeth chase #percy #poseidon #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo spoilers #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson show #grover underwood

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captainsophiestark · 4 months

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Each Others' Constants

Annabeth Chase x Platonic!Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022! Requested by Anon :)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Prompt: “I’m not alone and neither are you”

Summary: Y/N first came to Camp with Annabeth, Thalia, Luke, and Grover. Their lives have all taken very different, winding paths, with many ups and downs, and after the betrayal of Luke, Y/N’s first boyfriend, they decided to go far, far away from Camp Half-Blood for college. They come back regularly, but when they return for the winter break of their senior year, after the Battle of New York, they realize they might need to make a point of coming home a little more often.

Word Count: 2,464

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Major spoilers for Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, if you haven’t read it, and spoilers for the beginning of HoO! If you haven’t read either, check them out, they’re great!

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I came to a stop at the top of Half-Blood Hill and put my hands on my hips as I looked down into the valley below, a smile on my face. I looked over my shoulder to find the cab driver still staring at me, a curious look on his face, so I gave him a cheery wave. He scowled back at me and then drove off, like a typical New Yorker.

I’d missed it here.

Camp Half-Blood had been like a home to me for years. I’d first arrived eight years ago with a group of other Half-Bloods and our Satyr, and over that time, a lot had changed.

Thalia, one of my best friends, had died and come back to life. Grover, my other best friend, became a member of the Council of Cloven Elders. Luke, my former friend and first boyfriend, had turned traitor only to give his life defeating Kronos. And Annabeth, my baby sister in everything but blood, had grown up into an incredible, beautiful, strong young woman.

I couldn’t have been more proud of her.

As for me, I’d left Camp Half-Blood just before Luke had turned traitor, about four years ago now. Instead of staying around the Camp I’d basically grown up in, I’d left for college, deciding to go abroad and see the world after so many years in the same place, happy but afraid of the outside world. I’d come back last summer, to help fight the Battle of New York, only to leave again once the dust had settled for my senior year of college.

Now, I’d just gotten back for winter break. Camp Half-Blood had been my only family for a while now, so of course, I’d come back to spend it with them. Our normal protective bubble had let just the lightest dusting of snow in, and in the wake of the changes Percy, Annabeth’s boyfriend, had called for after the Battle of New York, the Camp was livelier than I’d ever seen it in the middle of the winter.

I took one last beat to survey the scene in front of me, then started heading down the snow-covered hill to say hello to everyone. They’d known I was coming back for the holidays, but so far, no one had noticed my arrival.

As I got closer and closer to the Big House and the familiar (but newly expanded) ring of cabins, I started to get a little worried about why that might be. I could feel a tension in the air that had only ever meant something bad in my experience here, and as I got closer the tone of voices coming from the people rushing about sounded more urgent than excited.

“Hey!” I called, stopping the first camper I came across. I didn’t recognize her, which felt a little strange, since I used to know everyone at Camp, especially those who stayed over the winter holidays. I pushed the thought out of my mind however as I noticed her worriedly looking behind her, like she had somewhere to be. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know…” she started, giving me a bit of a suspicious look. I stared right back, and after a second, she apparently decided I probably wouldn’t have been able to get into Camp if I’d been a threat. “I woke up and everyone was freaking out about something. One of my friends said they heard somebody’s missing, but I don’t know who.”

My heart dropped into my stomach. We’d just survived a war. We did NOT need some new danger, especially not so soon.

“Where’s Annabeth?” I demanded. “Or Grover, or Chiron?”

“I don’t know… you could always check the Athena Cabin?”

I grit my teeth, incredibly frustrated but trying not to take it out on some kid who’d done her best.

“Alright, thanks,” I said, then took off without another word. If Annabeth had gone missing, especially while I’d been away, traveling the world instead of here, with her…

“Y/N!”

I turned around at the sound of my name to see Malcolm Pace, one of the Athena kids around the same age as Annabeth, speedwalking towards me. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or more concerned.

“Malcolm! What’s happening? I found a camper who said someone was missing-”

“Percy. Percy went missing sometime last night.”

I put a hand to my forehead, trying to process the news. My gut reaction was incredible relief that it wasn’t Annabeth, but that quickly faded back into a horrible, sick feeling. I loved Percy like a little brother too, and he and Annabeth had finally gotten to their happy ending. This was not good, in any way.

“Annabeth’s in the Athena Cabin,” he said, taking a step towards me and Cabin 6. “I think you should probably come see her.”

I nodded, dropping my hand from my forehead and letting the urgency of the situation clear my mind. I could sort through the worry and fear later. Right now, there were things that needed doing.

First and foremost, checking on Annabeth.

I marched through Camp with Malcolm, laser-focused on my goal. I passed a few other campers I knew and we exchanged curt nods, but neither of us tried to stop and chat. We all knew there were more important things going on now. Hopefully, we’d have the time for small talk later.

We reached the Athena Cabin, and I found a few younger, worried-looking campers hovering outside. I headed for the door and Malcolm made to follow me, but I paused and put a hand up.

“Malc, I think it might be a good idea if I go in and talk to her alone, for a second,” I said. Malcolm nodded and took a step back.

“Of course,” he said, then turned to the campers still hovering around the door. “C'mon guys, let’s go check in with Chiron and see if there’s something productive we can do to help.”

I nodded my thanks to him as he rounded up the stragglers and got them to leave, then turned back to the door. I took a deep breath, then opened it and stepped inside.

I found Annabeth in the middle of the room, papers and notes spread out all around her. She wore one of Percy’s favorite hoodies, and my heart broke a little at the sight.

“Annabeth?” I said, my voice quiet as I slowly approached her. She whirled around as soon as she saw me, and even though I’d seen her just a few months ago, I couldn’t help being struck with the realization of just how grown up she was now. It felt like yesterday she was a little seven year old wielding a ball peen hammer, ready to brain Luke, Thalia, and I when we’d first found her. Now, she was a junior in high school and almost as tall as me.

And she looked absolutely heartbroken.

“Y/N,” she breathed, staring through me as much as she was staring at me. Her blonde hair was a mess in its pony tail, and she had mascara smeared around her eyes like she’d been rubbing at them. I took a few more steps across the room, and she didn’t move an inch the whole time. Finally, I got close enough to pull her into a hug. As soon as I wrapped my arms around her, she collapsed into me, and I could feel her sobbing even though the tears were silent.

“Oh, Beth…” I breathed as I held her tighter. I wanted to take the pain away, but I knew from plenty of experience that there was nothing I could do except be there for her.

We stayed like that for a few long minutes, not speaking, and I could tell this was an emotion dump that Annabeth had been fighting off for a long, long time. Finally, though, she shifted a little bit, resting her head on my shoulder as the tears slowly calmed.

“We were supposed to be done with this,” she finally muttered. I rubbed calm, slow circles on her back as she continued. “When we beat Kronos in New York, it was supposed to be over. Some terrible prophecy from Rachel for the next generation of demigods. Not us.”

“It’s not fair,” I echoed, squeezing her as tight as I could. “It’s total bullshit that after everything you’ve been through, you have to deal with something else, Annabeth.”

She took a few more shaky breaths, but didn’t pull away from me. She breathed in like she was getting ready to say something, but then paused. I stayed silent, waiting, letting her take her time. Finally she breathed, barely above a whisper, “I’m just sick of feeling so alone. With Percy, I finally stopped being alone.”

My heart shattered in my chest, and I had to fight back a few tears of my own at her words. I could deal with my own emotions later, but right now, Annabeth needed me.

“Why did you feel alone before Percy?” I asked, being careful to keep any kind of judgment or opinion out of my tone. She shuddered, and I held her closer, trying to give her all the love and support I could without saying words. She didn’t pull away to look at me as she responded, her words half-mumbled like thoughts she was still working through.

“When I was a kid, we had such a clear, close group, you know?” she started. “It was you, me, Luke, Thals, and Grover against the world. And then… and then Thalia died. And Grover started working on other assignments and his own quests and goals. And… and you and Luke… got together, and you always included me, but… it wasn’t the same. And after Luke’s quest, he started getting more distant anyway, and then you left for school and Luke turned on all of us, and I’ve made other friends here, but… for most of my life, I’ve had to rely on myself. Take care of myself, be enough for myself. And I am enough for myself. But with Percy… it finally felt like I had a partner to go through everything with. And now, after we survived a war together, he’s gone. And I’m alone again.”

I waited as Annabeth finished her statement, gathering my thoughts and just in case she had something else to say. When she didn’t continue, I held her a little tighter, then spoke.

“Annabeth… I’ve felt that. A while ago and even this past semester away from Camp. I don’t know exactly what you’re going through, but… I remember when Luke started pulling away, after his failed quest. He was my partner in things, we told each other everything. But after that, he stopped talking to me. A little wall went up, and no matter what I did to try to tear it down, it was always there. It only got worse as time went on, and then as you know, we both basically lost him for good when he joined Kronos.”

Annabeth took a shaky breath, and I held her a little tighter, as much for my own comfort as hers. I’d worked through a lot of the trauma that had come from everything to do with Luke for the past few years, but not all of it. Still, I shook it off as well as I could and continued.

“Even in college, it’s been the same thing,” I said. “I’ve gone to all kinds of new places and met so many interesting people, but there’s a big part of who I am that I just… can’t share with them. I’m independent, and I’m glad I’m independent, but… I understand feeling like you’re not really connecting with anyone as deeply as you want to. And it sucks.

"But you will always have me, Annabeth. Just like I’ll always have you. And we will find Percy, and then you’ll have him too. No matter how much it feels like it sometimes Annabeth, I’m not alone and neither are you.”

Now it was Annabeth’s turn to squeeze me tight, so hard it almost hurt. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. After a few long moments, where plenty of things passed between us even without speaking, we finally pulled apart enough to look at each other. Annabeth still didn’t look happy, but she seemed more determined and settled in herself. That shattered look I’d seen when I’d first come through the door was gone.

“Thank you, Y/N,” she said. I gave her a light squeeze.

“Always. And hey, I promise I’m going to make more of a point of staying in touch while I’m gone, alright? This semester especially, I think I was running from… well, almost everything associated with Camp Half-Blood and all the history and pain that comes with it. But I don’t ever want to run from you. So letters, more frequent visits, an illegal cellphone, whatever. Whatever it takes to stay more in touch, yeah?”

Annabeth nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay, good. Now let’s see what your notes are looking like on the Percy situation, huh? We’ve got a son of Poseidon to track down.”

Annabeth nodded and we finally broke completely apart as she turned to start taking me through all the notes, clues, and evidence she’d gathered so far. I stood by her side as she walked me through it all, and whenever it looked like she might be overwhelmed again, I put a hand on her shoulder and did what I could to keep her calm.

Annabeth deserved nothing but happiness, especially after everything she’d already been through. But if problems and trouble were going to keep popping up and getting in her way, then I was going to be right by her side, through all of it. No matter what.

We’d find Percy, and Annabeth would get her partner back. But I made a vow as we stood in that room, pouring over information and trying to reason out where Percy might be, that I was never disappearing on my little sister again. No matter what directions our lives took us in, or how separate our paths became, I would always be there for her. We’d been the only real constants in each others’ lives for about a decade now, and we were going to stay that way for many more decades to come.

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In which Percy simply has a happy 20th birthday party - A Percy Jackson fanfic

“Close your eyes,” Grover told Percy as he turned onto the road to the Jackson’s cabin in Montauk.

“Haven’t I had enough surprises in my life?” Percy asked, “at this point I’d be more surprised if things just went as expected.”

Grover shrugged, “Annabeth’s orders.”

Percy sighed and closed his eyes. One thing that never failed to surprise him was Annabeth. Smart, beautiful, badass and by some miracle completely in love with him. It was hard to complain about his bad luck when he was lucky enough to call her his girlfriend.

Percy kept his eyes shut while Grover parked and helped him out of the car. Even without his sight the location was unmistakable with its salt air, ocean breeze and chorus of seagulls. This was his favourite place in the world.

“OK open your eyes,” Grover said.

Percy did and was greeted with a chorus of “surprise” and a sight that made this favourite place even better. Their little cabin was decked out in party decorations: balloons, streamers, and a number of others that he didn’t know the names of, all blue. A large banner read “Happy 20th Birthday Percy”. Or that’s what he assumed it said anyway. He was having a hard time focusing on any one thing and the letters wouldn’t stay still. In front of the cabin stood Annabeth; his mom, Sally and his step-dad Paul who was holding his 2 year-old half-sister, Estelle. They all wore blue party hats and big smiles. Annabeth was the first to break away from the group and come give Percy a hug. She was quickly followed by Sally and little Estelle who broke away from her dad in favour of grabbing her big brother’s legs.

“This is amazing,” Percy said , “but you didn’t have to go to this much trouble.”

“Of course we did,” Sally rebuted, “you’ve survived two decades as a powerful demigod, that’s worth celebrating.”

Her tone was teasing but Percy knew that there had been many times over the last 20 years that she worried he’d never see this milestone.

“There’s more to see,” Annabeth interjected, “do you want to show him?” she asked Estelle, who nodded excitedly and grabbed Percy’s hand, leading him around the side of the cabin to the beach.

On the beach stood long tables draped in blue tablecloths and topped with all kinds of blue foods. Hamburgers and hotdogs sizzled on a nearby grill, now manned by Paul. Nearby all sorts of backyard games were set up: horseshoes, corn hole, spike ball and paddle ball. Down the beach was a chest filled to the brim with beach toys: skim and boogie boards, goggles and snorkels, sand shovels and buckets, pool noodles and water guns.

“Wow! I don’t even know where to start,” Percy mused.

“Well you can think about it while we wait for all the guests,” Annabeth teased.

“Who’s all coming?”

Annabeth shrugged, “You’ll see.”

“Never making things easy,” Percy mumbled unable to suppress a smile.

“How many people are we expecting?” Paul asked, “will we have enough room in the drive way. Should we move our cars?”

Annabeth laughed, “I don’t think that will be an issue.”

“What do you me-“ Paul was cut off by a large shadow appearing just in front of them.

Out of it stepped three familiar faces. Before he could even say a word in the way of greeting, Percy was picked up off the ground and enveloped in a bear hug.

“Happy birthday brother,” Tyson sang squeezing Percy harder. Mrs. O’Leary added to the celebration by slathering Percy with big, wet, hellhound kisses. Ella fluttered nearby watching the commotion,

“Tyson missed Percy,” she supplied, “Ella too. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Sextus Propertius (c 54 b.c. - a.d. 2).”

“Thanks guys,” Percy said when Tyson finally let him go, “and it’s good to see you all,” he continued rubbing Mrs. O’Leary’s ears.

“Have fun,” Sally added, “we have lots of food, and games. Help yourselves to anything.”

All three immediately headed towards the food table, quickly followed by Grover, who it appeared was just waiting for the OK to dig in. Percy briefly wondered what Paul saw as a six and a half foot cyclops, a mastiff the size of a tank, a satyr with horns sprouting on either side of his party hat and goat legs protruding from his Bermuda shorts and a harpy with bird legs and bright red wings made their way towards his station. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the sky as a group of pegasi with riders began to descend. Although they were still far away, Percy could already recognize the pair in the lead as the sun glinted off black wings and bright red-hair.

“Hey boss,” Blackjack greeted Percy as his hooves hit the sand.

“Happy birthday,” Rachel added slipping off his back.

“Thanks,” Percy replied stroking blackjack’s nose and giving Rachel an awkward hug, acutely aware of Annabeth standing behind him, who appeared to be holding back a laugh at his uneasiness.

“Any sugar cubes at that buffet?” Blackjack asked looking towards the food laden tables.

“I’m not sure but you’re more than welcome to check.”

As he cantered away Percy began welcoming the other pegasi and his friends from camp half-blood. When he finished welcoming the last pair Percy looked around and realized it was starting to really look like a party: Estelle sat on Tyson’s shoulders and clapped as Mrs. O’Leary ran down the beach retrieving a tree trunk Tyson had thrown. Annabeth and Rachel were playing spike ball against the Stoll Brothers. Ella, Grover and many of his camp friends were milling around, chatting and enjoying the food. Paul and Percy’s mom stood to the side in conversation, he could hear Paul asking if they should have bought hay and water troughs. Percy was just about to join them when he was hit by a large gust of wind and a tan-horse appeared beside him. Percy knew who the rider was before he even looked up.

“Hey Hazel, how’s the Legion?” he asked as she slipped off the horses back.

“Much better without active world-ending wars. Thanks for asking,” She joked then proceeded to summon a pile of gold from the ground, which the horse proceeded to eat, “Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks, where’s Frank?”

“He’s on his way.”

“Baby man is slow as-,” Arion, the horse whined, but Percy cut him off,

“That’s not necessary.”

Arion finished his gold and Percy expected him to run off like usual, disappearing over the horizon in 0.5 seconds flat but to his surprise he trotted over towards the group playing fetch. There he was greeted by excited squeals of “horsie” from both Tyson and Estelle, and even more surprising to Percy he let both of them stroke his nose.

“Since when does he let anyone but you touch him?” Percy asked Hazel.

She just shrugged, “he’s an immortal horse, born to two gods in human form, there’s no use trying to understand him.”

That was fair, Percy thought, but before he could verbalize that an eagle flew down from the sky, landed beside Hazel then transformed into a young man.

“Frank,” Percy said grasping his hand and pulling him into a quick hug.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks, did you fly the whole way here from New Rome?”

“No, just from the airport. I took a commercial flight most of the way, we can’t all have a godly horse or metal dragon.”

“Yeah, poor Frank can only shape-shift,” Hazel joked, “but let the record show I did offer for him to ride on Arion with me.”

“Yeah, no offence but I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t buck me off half way across the country and leave me stranded in the middle of Kansas or Colorado.”

Further conversation was cut off by another shadow appearing beside them. Out of it emerged two teens and over a dozen small, shadow creatures.

“Happy Birthday Percy,” Nico greeted him.

“Yeah, Happy Birthday,” Will added.

“Thanks, and thanks for coming,” Percy replied.

“Are you going to say hello to your own sister?” Hazel teased pulling Nico into a hug.

Nico rolled his eyes but immediately hugged her back.

“And how are all my nieces and nephews?” Hazel asked looking at the shadow creatures.

“The Cocoa Puffs are good,” Nico smiled a hint of adoration in his voice.

“They’ve become super popular at camp,” Will shared, “and enjoyed their summer vacation to the underworld.”

“You went on vacation to the underworld?” Frank asked.

“Just for a week,” Will supplied, “It grows on you, once you get to know it,” he finished addressing their questioning looks and shooting a coy smile at his boyfriend.

“Am I late to the party?,” a familiar voice called capturing the groups attention. “My flight was cancelled after I made a big deal of not wanting to use my Dad’s private jet. Luckily, a friend offered me a ride.”

Percy turned to see Piper alongside Tempest, the equine storm-spirit. He was happy to see her but the scene conjured up an ache in his heart as he was reminded that one of his friends wouldn’t be joining them: Jason. Jason was Piper’s ex-boyfriend and the one who had tamed and made Tempest a part of their group. He died over a year ago now and Percy still found it hard to believe. Part of him wanted to think he was with them in spirit but he knew better. Jason deserved better than being stuck between the land of the living and the dead and he had gotten it: Elysium or rebirth. Either way he wouldn’t be here, but his memory still would.

“Hi Piper, how have you been?” Percy asked

“Good, living with my Dad in California has been great,” she replied giving him a hug, “happy birthday.”

“Thanks.”

Piper began greeting the others, giving them hugs and asking them about their lives, while Tempest made his way down the beach to where Arion and Blackjack seemed to be in deep conversation.

Looking around, Percy noted Tyson and Grover were now playing horse shoes, cheered on by Ella and Annabeth. Rachel was playing corn hole against Estelle and Sally. Paul was still at the grill, serving up food to a line of campers with Mrs. O’Leary laying at his feet creating a puddle of drool the size of a kiddie pool.

“So who wants to come swimming?” Piper asked.

“I will,” said Hazel.

“Not me,” Nico offered, “Will made me put on like five layers of sunscreen before we came and I’m not about to just wash it off. Plus, shadow travel still takes it out of me I think I need a bit of a break first.”

“I hear you, the flight from the airport was longer than I thought, I’m wiped,” Frank offered, “would you be up for a low-key card game on the porch?”

“Ah-ya-sure” Nico stuttered.

“I’ll grab some food for all of us, then meet you there,” Will offered.

With that they all went their separate ways leaving Percy standing alone. He was just debating who he wanted to join when a large group came from the front of the house. In the lead were two teenaged girls accompanied by two metallic greyhounds: one gold, the other silver. Behind them came two white horses and at least half a pack of wolves. Percy wondered why the wolves had come with Thalia and Reyna instead of staying with the rest of the Hunters: maybe they had vacation days they needed to use up before they expired, maybe they didn’t trust boys around their lieutenant and felt she required an escort or maybe they just liked to party. It really didn’t matter to Percy, as long as they didn’t eat anyone they were welcome.

Percy greeted the girls excitedly. Out of all his friends they were the ones he saw the least and he was glad they were able to make it. As they gave Percy an update on their hunt for the Teumessian Fox, Mrs. O’Leary bounded up to Reyna’s greyhounds, bowed and wagged her tail ready to play. To Percy’s surprise instead of their eyes glowing or barring their teeth they both began to wag their tails and looked to Reyna.

“Ok, go play,” she told them, and they took off with Mrs. O’Leary in hot pursuit.

Percy blinked, “They play?”

“Their dogs,” Reyna stated.

“I’ve always thought of them more as highly trained, lie-detecting, flesh-ripping, killing machines.”

At that Reyna actually laughed. She seemed lighter now as a Hunter of Artemis, instead of a Praetor of the Twelfth Legion. It suited her. Percy chatted with them for another twenty minutes before Annabeth came to recruit them for a game of beach paddleball. He was about to follow them when a commotion in the water caught his attention.

“RAINBOW!” Tyson yelled as he splashed and clapped as the Hippocampus swam up and nuzzled him, oblivious to Piper, Hazel and the others in the ocean around them.

Percy went down to the water and greeted Rainbow, the whole time wondering if his friends and family had somehow managed to send him an invitation to the party or if he just sensed they were there and wanted to say hi. They tried to get Percy to stay for a game of Marco Polo but his stomach was growling and the food smelled too good to resist.

He had just finished filling his plate when a bronze dragon descended from the sky, carrying a small shipping container in his claws. When the dragon landed he looked right at Percy, made some creaking noises then shot fire straight into the air.

“Festus says ‘Happy Birthday’,” Leo supplied slipping off the dragon’s back, then helping Calypso down after him.

“Thanks Festus. Good to see you all.”

“You too, man,” Leo said approaching Percy, “sorry we’re late, it took longer than I thought to load everything up.”

“What exactly did you bring?,” Percy asked, “should I be worried about explosions?”

“No explosives this time,” Leo laughed, “just some good old-fashion automatonic pegasus wings.”

Before Percy could ask what he meant, Reyna came over followed by the two white horses.

“One-eye, short-ear, this is Leo, the demigod I told you about. Leo this is one-eye and short-ear.”

Now that the horses were closer Percy could see they weren’t horses at all but the pegasi that had been abused and de-winged by the Triumvirate before being rescued and taken in by Reyna and the hunter’s. Percy had been told the story but this was the first time he was meeting the creatures. Although they now looked healthy he could still see the scars on their backs where their wings were removed and on their flanks where they were whipped.

“Can he really build us functional wings,” one-eye neighed, “should we trust him?”

“Leo can build anything,” Percy replied to the pegasus, “and you can trust him, right Reyna?”

“You can,” she agreed, “even if he once open fired on my city, igniting a war.”

“I was possessed by an eidolon demon,” Leo groaned and Festus whirred his teeth in support of his friend.

If this worried the pegasi they didn’t let on. Leo opened the shipping container and started to unload equipment. Percy ate his food as he watched Leo and Calypso set up a make shift work-shop and get to work, measuring and fitting the pegasi with their new wings. Half an hour, and a full stomach later, they were taking their first test flights. With the sun reflecting off the bronze feathers they looked amazing and they seemed to work just as well as the pegasi took off and began to do loops in the sky. It wasn’t long before they were joined by the pegasi from camp-half blood, Tempest and Festus, all circling in the sky like a flock of very large, very equine birds. This apparently frustrated Arion who was swearing under his breath about the lack of tall buildings or topography to run up in Montauk. As if just to spite him for calling him a baby man Frank turned into an eagle and joined the fun.

To Percy’s surprise the rest of the party went off without a hitch. He expected so many demigods in one place to attract every monster in a 100 mile radius but none showed up, so he just enjoyed himself.

He watched Nico and Reyna cream Frank and Leo at spike ball. He and Piper taught Grover and Will how to skim board. He teamed up with Thalia for a corn-hole doubles tournament and came second only to his mom and step-dad (the only mortals there). He watched all the Cocoa Puffs listen intently as Ella read them a book and what appeared to be an equine vs. canine soccer/handball/water polo game, with a ball being thrown between pegasi, wind-spirits, hippocampi and godly horses on one side and wolves, hellhounds and automatonic greyhounds on the other. He swam with Rainbow and Tyson. He was excited when Coach Hedge stopped by with Mellie and baby Chuck. He laughed with Chuck and Estelle as they followed Coach Hedge’s example excitedly destroying the sandcastles Percy and Annabeth had helped them make. He joined everyone dancing as Grover, Piper, and Austin from the Apollo cabin as well as some of his siblings put on a show. He made crafts with rocks and driftwood with Rachel, Calypso and Hazel. When Chiron stopped by, he had a heart-felt conversation with him over a game of checkers and watched his mom hold back tears as they talked, clearly about Percy as they kept glancing his way. He skipped rocks with Nico and Frank and went all out in a water fight, becoming unstoppable by teaming up with blackjack. As the sun set he was chatting with Leo as they prepared a campfire, when he noticed a large silhouette approaching in a small boat. As the boat hit land a silver haired titan stepped out.

“Bob,” Annabeth yelled tackling him in a hug. Percy and Annabeth had only seen the Titan once since he was rescued from Tartarus by Nico and Will after having sacrificed himself so they could survive and escape Tartarus and being trapped in a permanent regeneration cycle by Nyx as a result. Although Bob forgave them for leaving him behind to save the world they still struggled to forgive themselves. Nico and Will were the next to greet the Titan, followed by the Cocoa Puffs, then Percy himself. The other’s weren’t sure what to make of him having never met him before but once Tyson broke the ice introducing himself and inviting Bob to join their card game, he fit right in. After a few minutes small Bob popped his head out of Bob’s overalls and padded over to greet Percy, Annabeth, Will and Nico before deciding to entertain himself by swatting at Mrs. O’Leary’s tail that wagged in her sleep. One of the young wolf pups saw the ghost cat and tried to chase him but small Bob went skeletal then grew into a full-grown sabre-toothed tiger which put a stop to that pretty fast.

Once the sun set they roasted marshmallows, made smores and had a sing-along around the fire. They tried ghost stories but as they had all lived through multiple wars none of them scared easily so they ended up just listening to Ella recite the classics. Mrs. O’Leary, small bob and the Cocoa Puffs fell asleep in a pile and Percy had never seen a cuter pile of monsters.

As it got later guests began to leave in groups. His friends from camp, including Rachel and the pegasi left first; followed by Nico, Will and the cocoa puffs; then Reyna, Thalia and their pack; Leo, Calypso, and Piper (who was going to spend sometime at camp) on Festus, left next; then Hazel on Arion and Frank on Tempest; Rainbow swam back into the ocean, followed by Bob and small bob in their enchanted canoe; Tyson, Ella and Mrs. O’Leary were the last to leave with lots of hugs and promises to see each other soon. Percy’s parents and sister had already turned in for the night leaving just him, Annabeth and Grover. They stayed up playing games, talking, laughing and reminiscing about old times. Grover was the first to fall asleep just after 1 am. Percy and Annabeth left him on the patio couch and headed for a walk down the beach hand-in-hand, looking at the stars.

“Hard to believe it’s been four years since the end of the Titan war,” Percy finally said breaking their comfortable silence.

“Sure is, a lot has happened since then,” Annabeth sighed.

“Too much,” Percy laughed.

They fell into another comfortable silence just enjoying being together.

“Happy birthday seaweed brain,” Annabeth finally broke the silence, “and happy four year anniversary.”

She smiled before pulling him into a kiss. And that- that moment. That kiss. That day. - was exactly why Percy turned down immortality on that date, four years earlier: because things could always get better, and if things got better than that, that would really be something to see, and he couldn’t wait.

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #annabeth chase #piper mclean #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #nico de angelo #will solace #rachel elizabeth dare #percy jackson

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five

a percy jackson x formula 1 fic

pairing: percy jackson x annabeth chase

rating: t for teen

warnings: alcohol mention

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Percy lets out a shaky breath, foot bouncing on the floor.

One more race. Thats all thats left of this season, all that’s left for him to win a championship. One more race to beat Jason and solidify his place in history.

“Hey,” a voice calls out, pulling Percy out of his head. “You okay there?”

He looks up, sees the familiar face of Annabeth Chase, the head engineer and car designer for Delphi Racing popping into his room.

“I’m good. Just. Last race. Last chance to win this thing for you.”

Annabeth steps further into his driver room, smiles softly at him. “Win it for yourself, Seaweed Brain. Double points finish should wrap up the constructors championship for us. If my math is right, Jupiter Motors needs a 1-2 finish to beat us on that front. And that’s not happening, because I’ve got the best driver on the grid in my car.”

Percy smirks at her, sitting up a little straighter. “Best driver on the grid, huh?”

She rolls her eyes at him, faking exasperation. “I’m not saying it again. Not until you win this race.”

“Got it, Wise Girl. Win from pole and make it a grand slam?”

“Sounds like a good plan. I think that’s the Plan Alpha Grover has for you, if I heard the briefing correctly.”

Percy barks out a laugh, his nerves calmed by Annabeth’s presence, the way they always are.

“Thanks, Annabeth,” he says, standing up and taking her hand. “Guess I have a championship to win now.”

“Anytime, Percy,” she replies, squeezing his hand. “Go win your fifth championship, bring it home.”

——

He brings it home. Wins from pole, fighting off Jason Grace with all he’s got and manages to snag a fastest lap to complete the grand slam he promised Annabeth.

It’s a close race, the gap to Jason never bigger than 10 seconds, and the two swap positions the whole race. It’s a hard fought win, but it’s a win. His fifth world drivers championship in a row and Delphi Racing’s fifth constructors championship in a row.

It’s a new record, and one Percy already wants to beat next year.

“That’s P1 Percy Jackson! You are the world champion, and you sealed the deal with a grand slam!” Grover says through the radio, his excitement palpable.

“Holy shit, holy shit we did it!!” Percy says back to his race engineer. “Thank you so much, everyone! Couldn’t have done it without you, Grover and everyone in the garage!!! Holy shit!!”

“Congrats, Seaweed Brain!! That’s a fifth world championship! I’m so proud of you, everyone here is.” It’s Annabeth’s voice on the radio this time, her smile evident in her excitement.

“Thanks for the amazing car, Wise Girl,” he responds. “Tell me we got the constructors championship too?”

“We got it, you and Will both got on the podium. P3 for Will, he held off Zhang amazingly. I’ll see you on the podium, you’ve got some burnouts to do.”

“It’s a date.”

His radio clicks silent and Percy sticks a hand out of his car and signals to Jason Grace and Will Solace that they’ve been given the go-ahead for burnouts. He gets two thumbs up in response and immediately turns his car while hitting the break. Smoke goes up around him and he giggles, despite being a fully grown man. He giggles because he’s doing burnouts once again as the world champion and it’s the best feeling to have won this way, to have fought the whole season and have an actual competitor this year. He’s got no doubt in his mind Jason will be the one on the top step next year, Jupiter really challenged them and he’s a strong driver.

But not strong enough this year. This year, it’s Percy on top again. Percy who gets to walk out last and stand on that top step of the podium with Annabeth on the constructors podium.

They hear their anthems play, a sense of pride for both of them, and Percy stand straighter than he ever has in his life, still can’t believe he pulled off this Herculean task, but it’s real. It’s real, and his mom is in the crowd, crying happy tears as she holds his sister and leans into Paul, and his dad isn’t far away, eyes also wet with tears. It’s real and Annabeth is right there, just out of reach on her own podium, but looking at him with eyes full of pride and love.

And then it’s time for the champagne.

The anthems end and Percy can see Will putting down his trophy, switching it out for the champagne bottle at his feet that he starts to shake before slamming it on the ground, causing an eruption of champagne to flow out.

Percy grabs his own bottle, aiming the spray at his teammate as he gets doused from all sides, Annabeth joining the fray as well.

Jason’s good naturedly spraying all three members of the Delphi Racing team, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, but Percy knows from the cool down room that Jason had done everything he could, Percy was just better this race. So Jason sprays them, celebrates his P2 finish in the race and championship standings, having just edged out Will over the season.

Percy’s pulled out of his head by a shower of champagne down his back, Annabeth’s laughter right in his ear as she upends her bottle down the back of his race suit.

“Oh it’s on, Chase,” he says, shaking his bottle a little more before dumping it over her head, saturating her blonde curls in champagne.

“Percy!” she squeals, sputtering as the champagne runs down her face. “Oh my god, I’m gonna look crazy for the photos now.”

“You still look fine, you used waterproof makeup earlier,” he reminds her, arms slowly wrapping around her. “Now, I believe you owe me something,” he says, lips turning up into a smirk.

Annabeth rolls her eyes at his dramatic approach, but lets herself be tugged closer to Percy. “You’ve certainly fulfilled your end of the bargain,” she says, reaching to cup Percy’s cheek in her hand.

He can’t even think of anything to say in response, so he just crashes his lips onto hers, fulfilling a promise made at the start of the season.

“Win another championship for me, and the I’ll kiss you on the podium Seaweed Brain,” was the ultimatum Annabeth gave him during the first race weekend, when Percy whined about another season of keeping their relationship under wraps. And win he did.

It’s not their best kiss, Percy pressing hard into Annabeth, gripping her to him as they balance on the podium together, nearly empty bottles of champagne in hand, most of the liquid sprayed on the ground around them or clinging to their clothes.

No, it’s not the late night or early morning kisses shared on the beach, a kiss shared in his driver room before a race, or one behind their motorhome afterwards. It’s not filled with finesse, but it’s special because it’s one that tastes like champagne and winning and not hiding anymore. After six years, Percy can kiss Annabeth in public on purpose and not worry about the repercussions.

“Spray the lovebirds! They need to cool off!” Percy hears Will yell, feels the champagne spraying him. He wraps his arms more securely around Annabeth, poorly attempting to shield her from the onslaught of champagne.

“Took you long enough, Jackson!” Jason yells from the other side, also spraying them.

“Oh come on!” he protests, glaring at Jason over Annabeth’s shpulder. “We had our reasons!”

“Yeah, and yet almost the entire grid knew anyways! Worst kept secret,” Will throws back.

“And yet, you all helped us keep it from anyone outside of the grid. I’d say best kept secret,” Annabeth retorts, raising an eyebrow at her other driver.

“Touché.”

“And now the secrets out,” Percy murmurs to Annabeth, drawing her attention back to him.

“Secrets out,” she confirms, smiling up at him, grey eyes sparkling. “What are you gonna do about it, Jackson?”

He doesn’t respond this time, just drops his champagne bottle to more firmly wrap his arms around Annabeth, hands splayed across her back as he pulls her in again and kisses her. Their lips pressed together, he dips her, arching her back as he smiles against her lips, the happiest he’s ever been.

Percy lets out a breath when he pulls back, this one steady when hours before it had been shaky. He smiles down at Annabeth, presses one more quick kiss to her lips before standing her up straight again.

He’s a five-time world champion. His team are five-time constructors champions. He’s dating the woman he’s had a crush on for longer than he probably realized and got to kiss her on the podium under a champagne shower. He’s got a pretty good life.

#my writing #fic stuff #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #formula 1 #f1 fic #pjo fic #pjo #chbchronicles

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thoughts while watch e6

Pjo ep.6 watching reaction (now that I can do this, Yay!)

{note: I have read the books many times, but it has been a few years and my memory only works on highly detailed plot summaries and random unimportant scenes not the whole book}

So i have subtitles on so when i read ‘principal's voice’ it only took a few seconds for me to figure out it was a dream or a flashback (before I was watching with someone else who did the dream-vs-reality-figuring-out for me)

Definitely dream

Half expected the truck to go under a bridge or in a tunnel when Grover stuck his head out the top. But no.

The Iris message! With the prism

They think it’s Clarisse. I thought they were going to think it was Ares.

Also Luke when they say they know who the Lightning thief is

(how i see it) Percy not letting himself lay all the blame on Clarisse (even though he probably does not like her)

“When did you turn into an old married couple?”

Annabeth knows how Luke feels about his dad

All the animals need is thumbs, therefore the humans/demigods/statyr are now useful

Yes! Reading the Odyssey is useful. Also I’m glad they figured it out

Wise Girl

A looks at G when saying not to eat anything, G noticed

“If you don’t know, what chance do I have?”

“Time and space are easy kids, parenting is… something else entirely

Stealing front the god of thieves

12 year old is driving. This is bad. Also funny. Also bad

How does he know how to turn off the lights?

*Dramatically walks into the water in the middle of the night*

!!!! “There are four of them” !!!!

#pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo #pjo tv episode 6 #percy jackon and the olympians #syaraan #sy speaks

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percy jackson x fem reader

chapter twenty-four | if you have the key

“If fish only have two-second memories, do they constantly think the same thing over and over?”

You frowned heavily, squinting in the sunlight. Travis lay on his back, arms behind his head. A pair of black sunglasses sat on his nose, concealing his gaze from you.

“Did someone hit you over the head this morning?”

Travis gasped dramatically and threw himself upright, leaning on one elbow, looking down at you like you were the crazy one.

“Why do I have to have some sort of injury? Can’t I just be a curious boy,” he placed his hands under his chin in an angelic-like matter.

“Because you’re not the curious type,” you rolled your eyes, sliding your sunglasses back down to settle on your nose.

“Well that’s rude.”

“I am rude.”

The boy chuckled and lay down again, knocking his elbow into yours. It was weird—boys always, no matter their age, had weirdly bony elbows.

The opportunity to do nothing but relax and sunbathe didn’t always come around, and the two of you took advantage of it while you could. It was a little irritating that the only place you could get some peace was the top of Half-Blood Hill, but who were you to complain about some quiet time?

Percy and Annabeth had been gone two days on their quest for the Golden Fleece. Without your sister, your cabin had been relatively quiet, it’s golden girl gone. Annabeth could do no wrong, in the eyes of your siblings—you, however….

Lately, it felt like every time you opened your mouth, nothing but troubled words came out. You felt like you constantly said the wrong things, or said too much, and the hurt of it was starting to get to you.

“Do you think I’m annoying?” You blurted into the warm, quiet air, before you could think better of it.

You didn’t need to look at the boy next to you to know he was pulling a disagreeing face.

“Why would I think that?”

You shrugged in response, to hide the hurt that flickered in your chest. Vulnerability didn’t come naturally to you, and it left you feeling weak. “I don’t know…I just feel like I’m always saying the wrong things. Or too much. I’m not a favourite in my cabin like Annabeth is. It’s like I can’t keep my mouth shut.”

And being liked was deadly important.

He was quiet for a moment.

“Has someone said something to you?” Travis asked. He sat up, leaning on his elbow. You sat up too, resting an arm on your knee and picking grass with the other hand. You watched the stray, broken pieces flutter to the ground.

“No,” you mumbled, shrugging. “I just feel annoying sometimes. Like I’m too much.”

The silence makes your heart beat faster. Maybe leaving you’ve said too much again. Running away was looking pretty good right now—

“You’re not annoying. You’re never annoying.”

At Travis’s gentle tone, a change to his usual jokey manner, your eyes turned to him. He looked nothing like he usually did—happy, mischievous—and instead now looked as if you’d just told him the world’s worst news.

You nodded. Now you just felt gross because ew—bad feelings.

You settled on a single nod of your head. “Alright.”

—

It was one thing to doubt other people. It was an entirely different thing to doubt yourself. And as you stared down the Nemean Lion prowling the floor opposite, parents and children screaming, you briefly gave thought to how on earth anyone was making it out of here unscathed.

Dagger in hand, you followed Percy’s lead as he yanked you to the side, hand in yours. There was no time to ponder on the wonder of holding hands with your crush—lives were on the line. But you savoured the moment while you could.

Grover played a high-pitch tune on his reed pipes, nervously stepping this way and that. The Lion didn’t seem to like this, and began to growl lowly, getting closer.

In front of you, crouched and still holding on to your hand, Percy breathed heavily, Riptide at his side.

“What do we do?” You asked quietly.

His eyes shifted as he thought.

Ahead, the Lion roared; Thalia thrust her shield in its eyeline, and Grover anxiously played a faster, more horrible-sounding song.

“Hi-yah!” Thalia yelled, swiping at it. “Back!”

“Hey, don’t forget to wax-on and wax-off, Thalia!”

Her murderous glare sent ice down your back.

Thank the gods you were watching for a reaction, though—the Lion crouched, hind legs strong and ready to leap while Thalia was distracted. Perhaps yelling out a Karate Kid reference in the middle of a battle wasn’t the most smart move, but your next one would be.

“Hey!” You yelled, shocking even yourself. Percy turned in his crouch, eyes big and almost terrified. Dagger clasped in both hands tightly, you leapt, shoving the sharpened edge directly at its heart.

Terror struck you when the metal bounced off without any effort.

The Lion roared and your ears rang, and all you could see backing away was the sudden slash of huge, thick claws coming at your face—you threw your arm up in front of your face and fell back, landing hard on the ground. The Lion raked you with its claws. You yelled as a sharp hotness sparked up and down your arm. Distracted and a little dazed, you barely felt it as a forceful tug to your jacket threw you not the side…

But completely over the gap of the railing.

You screamed, throat scratchy as the ground level floor got closer and closer, concrete looking a little too friendly—

Oof! On your back, one leg over the side of whatever you’d landed on, you swayed side to side, seeing the face of your best friend pop over the ledge, dark hair falling into his eyes. He looked horrified. And you wondered briefly if this was the view Annabeth got as she fell thousands of feet off a cliff.

Your lungs refused to cooperate, finding yourself unable to draw a breath in through your shocked body. You landed on your back, and your head ached with the impact. Slowly, through nausea and pain, they started to work again. You sat up, desperate to get back to the fight and help your friends.

Sitting up and peering over the edge, you saw you hung from two simple wires in one of the open space shuttles on level with the second floor. Casting your eyes to the walkway around you, you didn’t have to think for long. You’d have to jump.

Easier said than done from this height.

Shakily you got to your feet, hands wrapping around the clear wires holding up the shuttle. It swayed already at the slight, slow movement, and your stomach clenched. You pushed the wires like you would on a swing, and it shifted without much effort. Back and forth until the walkway was close enough that you could try and jump to it.

You lifted your foot and set it on the edge, dirty Converse making marks on the previously clean. The whole thing tipped, and your heart juddered in your rib cage, stomach lurched.

But what better time than the present?

Using the shift in momentum, you jumped off the edge, closing your eyes and throwing your arms up by your head to take the fall as the ledge got closer.

You hit the ground hard, rolling the way you’d learned in camp, and came to a stop as your body hit an object.

You slowly unravelled yourself, and the sounds of reality came rushing back. All you could hear was your friends.

Jumping to your feet, you took of running up the inclined walkway. Second floor. A huge model of the earth illuminated from the inside sat in the middle of the floor, and a couple aircraft models. Somewhere a huge groan sounded, like a structure beginning to fail.

Then, something did fall. Your eyes followed it as it landed on the earth model with a horrible smack. But that wasn’t what caught your attention.

“Percy!”

His head shot up, searching, and when he found you, Percy slid from the model to his feet, mouth agape. He rushed towards you, sword in hand. Something behind him moved.

“Behind you!”

The Lion jumped and landed on the display, and roared. Your hair flew back from your face in a rush of hot air—the smell was rancid.

“Zoe!” Percy yelled out. “Aim for its mouth!”

On cue, an arrow zipped by the Lion, just missing it. It steadied itself on the display and one of the strings holding it in place snapped. Kids below screamed as parents ran around in panic, looking for a way out.

“Grover!” Percy took control. “Clear the area!”

The exhibit crashed to the floor. Thalia came from the second floor and started to round the exhibit, on her way over to you both. The Lion prowled back and forth, regarding which of you three it was going to kill first.

Thalia pushed something in your direction. “Here!”

Your dagger; she must have got it before she came down. You nodded in thanks.

“No clear shot!” Zoe yelled above. “Get it to open its mouth more!”

Everyone looked around. You were at a loss, here—your arm ached terribly, your body hurt like it was bruised from the fall. Percy took off running, while Thalia suddenly zapped the Lion with her spear.

“This is no time for souvenirs, boy!”

You and Thalia backed up as it got closer, to the point you were sliding across the wall, trying to go around it.

“Percy!” Thalia called nervously. “Whatever you’re going to do—”

The Lion roared and swatted at her like a fly, sending her across the building. You yelled in shock and broke out into a run, determined not the be the next best meal. You’d already tried to fight this thing and it hadn’t worked, you wouldn’t be attempting it again when it was angrier.

Percy threw something at it, landing in its mouth, and the thing gagged and choked. “Zoe, get ready!”

Percy waved his hand at you and you ran to him, grabbing his wrist with your injured arm. It burned like hell, but there wasn’t any time to waste. The Lion started to move, and the two of you ran.

As it opened its mouth to roar, Percy launched something at it again, and it landed in its mouth. “Now!” He yelled.

Immediately, arrows pierced the Lion’s maw—two, four, six. It thrashed insanely, wildly, until it fell back, and didn’t move again.

Alarms whined throughout the building, but you and Percy stood still, your hand tight around his wrist. Warmth dribbled down the side of your hand, and you looked down, uncomfortable with the feeling. Bright-red liquid seeped from your skin and onto his, and you quickly let go.

Percy raised his eyes from his hand. A bit of your blood got on him, and he reached for yours again.

You tried pulling back, not wanting to pay attention to it—you never had done blood. You gasped as Percy grabbed you again and raised your hand.

“Ah,” you hissed in pain.

He held your left arm up to inspect it. The arm of your jacket was ripped to shreds, something that, in the midst of all the trouble, you hadn’t noticed. But the edges of the shredded lines were tinged with deep red. All four layers you wore were ruined.

“I thought Thalia got to you in time,” Percy pressed his lips tightly, brows drawn tight.

“It’s nothing some ambrosia can’t fix,” you tried to console him, tilting your head to meet his eyes. “Right?”

He raised his eyes, expression still unhappy. He hummed deeply.

“Let’s get the others and get out of here.” You sighed.

“I’ll get Grover and Thalia,” Percy agreed. “You get Bianca and Zoe. We’re getting out of here.”

—

The three of you walked back to the others quickly. Thalia was standing, appearing a little bit dazed and rubbing her back but otherwise unharmed. Grover was shaking and jittery. When he saw you, he visibly sighed.

“Phew,” he breathed. “I thought the worst.”

“I’m okay,” you smiled. And then froze. Because oh my gods were you and Grover getting along?

To the side, the Lion had disappeared the way most monsters did: in a golden shower of dust, now scattered around where it died. But in the middle of it all was a fur pelt, golden in colour and thick.

“Take it,” Zoe said, looking at Percy.

“What, the fur? Isn’t that like an animal rights violation or something?”

“It is a spoil of war, it is rightly thine.”

“You killed it.”

“I think thy ice-cream sandwich did that. Fair is fair, Percy Jackson. Take the fur.”

Percy’s face showed unsureness, but he kneeled and picked it up anyway. In his hands, it began to shift and change before your eyes into a coat—a golden-brown duster.

He eyed it. “Not exactly my style.”

“We have to get out of here,” Grover said. “The security guards won’t stay confused for long.”

A few on the floor below were running into walls. You turned with a humoured smile pulling at your mouth. You nodded at the boy. “You did that?”

He looked a little embarrassed but nodded. “A minor confusion song. I played some Barry Manilow. It works every time, but it won’t last very long. We need to go.”

“The security guards are not our biggest worry,” Zoe said. “Look.”

A look through the windows showed a group of tall, intimidating-looking men crossing the grassy area outside, all in camo outfits.

“Go,” Percy said. You glared at him. “They’ll be hunting me. I’ll distract them.”

“No,” you said firmly. “We go together.”

“But—”

“She is right,” Zoe looked between you both. “You are part of this quest now. I do not like it, but there is no changing fate. You are the sixth quest member. And we are not leaving anyone behind.”

—

In the van, Zoe drove like a lunatic once more, except this time you were glad for it. A helicopter was hot on your trail, gaining on you with every minute that passed as you were stuck in traffic.

You’d ditched your coat, jacket and sweater for the time being, shivering in a thin spaghetti-strap tee as Percy patched up your arm. You held it out to him, his warm fingers wrapped gently around your elbow, wiping it clean as best he could with the bumps from the driving and the limited medical supplies you had on you at the moment. In any other situation you’d have been up in the clouds dancing with happiness at the fact that Percy was holding your arm and your knees were pressed together. But your arm burned where Percy wiped and wrapped white gauze around it, and your body hurt from being launched down three floors, and your hair looked like a bird had nested in there.

It was less than ideal.

“We need to ditch the van,” you worried your lip, drawing blood. “They know it’s us and they’re not gonna let up.”

It didn’t take a lot of persuasion for everyone to do as you said.

Bianca suggested the subway, and you all gathered as much money together as you could to pay for the fares.

Before too long, your little group was on the train, southbound, heading away from Washington D.C.

“Nice job, Bianca, thinking of the subway,” Grover said.

She looked pleased. “Yeah, well, I saw that station when Nico and I came through last summer. I remember being really surprised to see it because it wasn’t here the last time Nico and I were.”

You went to cross your arms, slouching down in your seat and hissed when your wound smarted. You rested your hands on the seat instead, feeling awkward.

“New? Bianca, that subway has been there for years. It’s really old?…” Grover said.

“I guess Bianca said. “But I swear when we were younger there was no subway.”

Thalia sat forward. “Wait, no subway at all?”

Bianca nodded like it was completely normal.

The rest of you exchanged looks. Because there was no way the subway was less than twelve years old.

“Bianca,” Thalia began. “How long ago?…”

The sound of a helicopter grew uncomfortably loud, and you all looked up as if you could see through the roof of the train.

“We need to change over,” Percy said, sitting opposite you.

And you did. Twice in half an hour.

By the time you got off the last train you’d hit a dead end—an industrial warehouse with dead end railway lines and a lot of snow, so deep you had to tread through it rather than simply walk. It was so cold that you felt the chill through the coat Percy let you borrow.

You wandered through the railway yard, shivering and desperate to wrap your arms around yourself if it weren’t for the pain radiating up your arm. Percy stuck to your side, his arm bumping into yours as you walked, while Bianca and Zoe took the lead and Grover and Thalia stuck behind yourself and Percy.

A homeless guy in a scraggly hat, with a short beard and dirty clothes was hovering over a fire in a bin, warming his hands. “Y’all need to get warmed up? Come on over!”

The others started heading over despite your warning of ‘stranger danger’. You sighed but followed dutifully.

Huddled around the fire, Percy pulled you into the circle. You stared tiredly into the orange flames.

“My hooves are frozen,” Grover complained.

“Feet,” Percy corrected, glancing from Grover to the homeless guy.

“Maybe we should contact camp,” Bianca said. “Talk to Chiron.”

“No. The camp cannot guide or help us anymore. We must finish this quest ourselves,” Zoe said.

“You know,” the homeless guy interrupted. Everyone’s gaze fell on him. “You’re never completely without friends. You guys need a ride going west?”

“Yes sir. You know of any?”

He pointed a thin, greasy hand at a freight train with mesh curtains. The side of the train said Sun West Line.

“That’s…uh…convenient.” Thalia spoke. “Thanks…”

She turned back to the homeless guy. You all did. But…

“Nope. Not today. I’m not doing anymore of this.”

Percy grabbed your good arm and stopped you walking off.

“C’mon, guys,” you groaned. “Can we just rest, now? He’s disappeared. We’re all confused. Let’s just—”

The fire was gone, as if the homeless man had never been with you in the first place. But the train which had suddenly appeared was still in place.

The train held cars upon cars, both new and old. There was enough for everyone to have one each. Zoe and Bianca were crashing in a Lexus on the top deck. Grover sat in a Lamborghini. Thalia was messing with the radio in a BMW.

You chose a sleek, black Mercedes, and Percy joined you.

It was so cold that your breath was visible in the air. Sitting in the passenger seat, you let Percy take the wheel since he was so excited about it.

“It’s like watching a child on Christmas Day,” you teased, relaxing into the seat.

He stuck his tongue out at you, like that was going to help his case.

You rubbed your hands together trying to warm up.

“Still cold?” Percy frowned.

“Tired. Doesn’t help that I think the heater’s broken. I did try to—”

You were caught off guard by him leaning over and taking your hand in his. Your voice cut out. Percy’s cheeks turned bright red and you felt your own grow warm. He avoided your eyes.

“Any, uh—is that better?” He stumbled.

You cleared your throat. A giddy scream was building in your throat. “Mhm. Thanks.”

His hand held your injured one. “Cool. Cool.”

You looked out the window and leaned your chin on your hand. The city flew by so quickly things were a blur. You couldn’t help your smile.

well well well. what do we think of that?

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thewidowsghost · 9 months

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Daughter of the Sea (Annabeth Chase x Jackson!Reader) - Chapter 4

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I have weird dreams full of barnyard animals and horiffic flashes of golden light.

I must've woken several times, but what I hear and see makes no sense, so I just pass out again. I remember lying in a soft bed, being spoonfed something that tastes like popcorn, only it's pudding. The pretty girl with the curly blonde hair hovers over me, smirking as she scrapes drips off my chin with the spoon.

When she sees my eyes open, she asks, "What will happen at the summer solstice?"

"What?" I manage to croak.

Annabeth - I presumed - looks around, as if afraid someone would overhear. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"

"I'm sorry," I mumble. "I don't . . ."

Someone knocks on the door, and the girl quickly fills my mouth with the pudding.

. . .

The next time I wake, the blonde girl is gone.

A husky blonde dude, like a surfer, stands in the corner of the bedroom keeping watch over me. He has blue eyes - at least a dozen of them - on his cheeks, his forehead, the backs of his hands.

. . .

When I finally come around for good, there is nothing weird about my surroundings, except that They're nicer than I'm used to. I am sitting in a deck chair on a huge porch, gazing across a meadow at green hills in the distance. The breeze smells like strawberries. There is a blanket over my legs, a pillow behind my neck. All that is great, but my mouth feels like a scorpion had been using it for a nest. My tongue is dry and nasty and every one of my teeth hurts.

On the table next to me is a tall drink. It looks like iced apple juice, with a green straw, and a paper parasol sticks through a maraschingo cherry.

My hand is so weak I almost drop the glass once I get my fingers around it.

"Careful," says a voice.

Grover is leaning against a porch railing, looking as though he hadn't slept in a week and his eyes are clouded with grief. Under one arm, Grover cradles a shoe box. He is wearing blue jeans, Converse hi-tops and a bright orange t-shirt that says Camp Half-Blood.

Maybe I'd had a nightmare. Maybe Mom and Percy are okay. We're on vacation and we'd stopped here at this big house for some reason. And . . .

"You saved my life," Grover says. "I...well, the least I could do...I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this."

Reverently, Grover places the shoe box in my lap.

Inside is a black-and-white bull's horn, the base jagged from being broken off, the tip splattered with dried blood.

It hadn't been a nightmare.

"I -" I falter, looking at the horn.

Grover shifts uncomfortably. "You've been out for two days. How much do you remember?" he asks.

"Mom. Percy. Are they really . . ."

Grover looks down.

I stare across the meadow. There are grovers of trees, a winding stream, acres of strawberries spreading out under the blue sky. The valley is surrounded by rolling hills, and the tallest one, directly in front of us, is the one with the hige pine tree on top; even that looks beautiful in the sunlight.

My family is gone, nothing should be beautiful. Everything should be black and cold.

"I'm sorry," Grover sniffles. "I'm a failure. I'm - I'm the worst saytr in the world." He moans, stomping his foot so hard that the Converse hi-tops come off. The inside of the who was filled with Styrofoam, except for a hoof-shaped hole. "Oh, Styx!" he mumbles.

Thunder rolls across the clear sky.

As Grover struggles to get his hoof back in the fake foot, I think, Well, that settles it.

Grover is a saytr. I am ready to bet that if I shaved his curly brown hair, I'd find tiny horns on his head. But I was too miserable to care that saytrs exist, or even minotaurs.

All that meant was that my mom and brother had been squeezed into nothingness, dissolved into yellow light.

I'm alone.

Grover is still sniffling, and my grief subsides for a heartbeat.

I say softly, "It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was. I was supposed to protect Per-" the saytr's voice falters.

"Did my mother ask you to protect him?" I ask.

"No. But that's my job. I'm a keeper. At least...I was."

"But why..." I suddenly feel dizzy, my vision swimming.

"Don't strain yourself," Grover says gently. "Here." The saytr helps me hold my glass and puts the straw to my lips.

I almost recoil at the the taste, because I am expecting iced apple juice, but it's not that at all. It's chocolate-chip cookies. Mom's cookies - homemade blue chocolate-chip cookies, buttery and hot, with teh chips still melting. Drinking it, my entire body feels good and warm, full of energy. My grief doesn't go away, but I feel as if my mom had just brushed her hand against my cheek or a bruise from my stepfather, and given me a cookie the way she'd always used to. She would always tell me everything was going to be okay.

Before I know it, I'd drained the glass. I stare into it, sure I'd just had a warm drink, but the ice cubes hadn't even melted.

"Was it good?" Grover asks.

I nod.

"What did it taste like?" Grover sounds so wistful that I feel guilty.

"Sorry," I apologize. "I should've let you taste."

His eyes got wide. "No! That's not what I meant. I just...wondered."

"Chocolate-chip cookies," I reply. "My mom's. Homemade."

He sighs. "And how do you feel?"

"Like I could throw my stepfather a hundred yards."

"That's good," he says. "That's good. I don't think you could risk drinking any more of that stuff."

"What do you mean?"

Grover takes the empty glass from me gingerly, as if it's dynamite, and sets it back on the table. "Come on. Chiron and Mr. D are waiting."

. . .

The porch wrapped all the way around a farmhouse.

My legs feel wobbly, trying to walk that far; Grover offers to carry the Minotaur horn, but I hold on to it. I'd paid for that souvenir the hard way. I couldn't let it go.

As we come around teh opposite end of the house, I catch my breath.

We must've been on teh north shore of Long Island, because on this side of the house, the valley marches all the way up to the water, which glitters beautifully about a mile in the distance. Between here and there, I can't comprehend what I'm seeing. The landscape is dotted with buildings that look like the ancient Greek architecture I'd struggled to read about in books through my dyslexia - an open-air pavilion, and amphitheater, a circular arena - except that they all look brand new, their whie marble columns sparkling in the glittering sun. IN a nearby sandpit, a dozen high school-age kids and saytrs played volleyball. Canoes glide across a small lake. Kids in bright orange t-shirts like Grover's are chasing each other around a cluster of cabins nestled in the woods. SOme shoot targets at an archery range. Others ride horses down a wooded trail, and, unless I was still deleriouus, some of their horses had wings.

Down at the end of the porch, two men sit across from each other at a card table. The blond-haired girl - Annabeth - who'd spoonfed me the popcorn-flavored pudding is leaning against the porch rail next to them.

I study the blond girl for a moment, and, as if she felt my eyes on her, she looks at me, amused. I feel my cheeks darken a little, and I turn to study the two other men.

The man facing me is small, but porky. He has a red nose, big watery eyes, and curly hair so black that it's almost purple. He looks like those paintings of baby angels - cherubs. He wears a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt, and he could've fit right in at one of Gabe's poker parties, except I get the feeling that this guy could've out-gambled even my stepfather.

"That's Mr. D," Grover mutters to me. "He's the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody. And that's Chiron." He points at the guy whose back is to me.

I recognize the tweek jacket, the thinning brown hair, and the scraggly beard that Percy had described to me.

"I suppose you must be my brother's Latin teacher?" I ask, and the man turns to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It seemed like the glint a teacher might have when he pulled a pop quiz and made all the multiple choice answers the same letter. Through the mischievous glint, I catch the pain and grief in his eyes.

"Ah, good, (Y/n)," Mr. Brunner says, and I catch Annabeth studying me, as if she herself had felt the pang of grief that had pierced my heart when I'd mentioned my brother. "Now we have four for pinochle."

Mr. Brunner offers me a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looks at me with bloodshot eyes and heaves a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you."

"Uh, thanks," I reply. I scoot a little farther away from him because if there was one think I'd learned from my stepfather, it's now to tell when an adult had been hitting alcohol.

"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner calls to the blond girl.

Annabeth steps forward and Mr. Brunner introduces us. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Per -." He frowns apologetically, his expression softening. "Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on (Y/n)'s ," he puts emphasis on the name, "bunk? We'll be putting her in Cabin Eleven for now."

Annabeth replies, "Sure, Chiron."

Annabeth looks probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep tan and her curly hair, she is almost exactly what I think a stereotypical California girl would look like, but her eyes ruined the image. They are startling gray, like stormy clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she is analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.

Annabeth glances at the Minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. Then she says, "You drool in your sleep."

Then she sprints off down the lawn, her blond hair flying behind her.

"So," I say, anxious to change the subject. "You, uh, work here too, Mr. Brunner?"

"Not Mr. Brunner," the ex–Mr. Brunner corrects. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron."

"Okay." Slightly confused, I look at teh director. "And Mr. D, sir . . ." I pause. "I suppose that stands for something as well?"

Mr. D stops shuffling the cards, studying me as if I'd surprised him. "Yes, it does stand for something. But you don't go around using them for no reason."

"Right. Sorry, sir," I reply, and Mr. D looks at me again for a moment. I pause for another minute. "Chiron, sir. What is this place? What am I doing here?"

Grover, who had sat down at the card table, flinches every time a card lands in his pile.

Chiron smiles sympathetically at me.

"(Y/n)," he says. "Did your mother tell you nothing?" he asks.

"She said . . ." I remember, with a pang, Mom's sad eyes looking out over the sea. "She told me that she was afraid to send me here, even though ou - even though my father had warned her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her."

"Typical," Mr. D says. "That's usually how they get killed." I flinch. "Young girl, are you bidding or not?"

"What?" I ask politely.

He explains how you bid in pinochle, and so I do.

"I'm afraid there's too much to tell," Chiron says. "I'm afraid our usual orientation film won't be sufficient."

"Orientation film?" I question.

"No," Chiron decides. "You know that Grover is a satyr. You know" - Chiron points to the horn in the shoe box - "that you have killed the Minotaur. No small feat, either, my dear. What you may not know is that great powersat work in your life. Gods - the forces you call the Greek gods - are very much alive."

I take a moment to think about the former Latin teacher's words.

"I suppose that makes sense," I reply hesitantly.

Chiron looks at me expectantly. "Percy always said you were smart, (Y/n)," the man says with a glimmer of appreciation. "What else do you know?" he asks.

"Well," I think for a moment. "I suppose that, if it is true, then the gods would move with western civilization.

Mr. D looks at me and sweeps into the farmhouse, Grover trailing behind him.

"Is there a palace on Mount Olympus?" I ask Chiron.

"Well now, there's Mount Olympus in Greece. And then there's the home of the gods, the convergence point of their powers, which did indeed used to be on Mount Olympus. It's still called Mount Olympus, out of respect to the old ways, but the palace moves, (Y/n)."

I shift slightly in my seat. "Who am I, Chiron?" I ask. I pause, "Who are you?" I add hastily, " If you don't mind answering."

Chiron smiles gently. He shifts his weight as if he was going to get out of his wheelchair.

"Who are you?" he muses. "Well, that's the question we all want answered, isn't it?" But for now, we should get you a bunk in Cabin Eleven. There will be new friends to meet, and plenty of time for lessons tomorrow. Besides, there will be s'mores at the campfire tonight, and I simply adore chocolate."

Then, Chiron does rise from his wheelchair, but there is something odd about the way he does it. His blanket falls away from his legs, but the legs don't move. His waist keeps getting longer, rising above the belt. At first, I wonder if he was wearing very long, white velvet underwear, but as he keeps rising out of the chair, taller than any man, I realize that the underwear isn't underwear; it is the front of an animal, muscle and sinew under coarse white fur. And the wheelchair isn't a chair, it's a box, and it must've been magic, because there was no way that a wheelchair could have contained all of him. A leg comes out, long and knobbly-kneed, with a polished hoof. Then another leg, then hindquarters, and then the box is empty, nothing but a metal shell with a couple of fake human legs attached.

I stare at the horse that had just sprung from the wheelchair; a huge white stallion. Where the horse's neck should be, the upper body of the teacher is smoothly grafted to the horse's trunk.

"What a relief," the centaur says, stretching. "I'd been cooped up in there for so long, my fetlocks had fallen asleep. Now, come, (Y/n) Jackson. Let's meet the other campers."

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ath3nasc4f3 · 2 years

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The first time Percy comes home from camp, he’s still and quiet. Which is very unusual for a boy whose brain was hardwired to not stay still and silent. His face stuck in a way that concerned Sally. Her son had never really worn a look of sorrow like that. Not even when he got expelled. Though after a few times of that happening she assumed he just had gotten used to it.

Sally knew the boy had literally been to hell and back. She didn’t know how to comfort him. She felt like she had failed as a mother in a way. She sighed once she saw the state her son was in. Not only was he still healing from his wounds. He was still healing from luke.

Luke had been his friend.

And she didn't know what it was like to fight a literal god. Especially one that would technically be his cousin. And she hoped she’d never have the displeasure of having to do so.

Percy hadn’t told Sally the full story yet. Actually he hadn’t said a word about his quest at all. He was still processing the fact that Luke had betrayed them for kronos.

Someone who was worse than their parents combined.

—

The first day back Percy wouldn’t leave her side. As if she would morph back into those gold flakes. As if her coming back wasn't real. Like it would all go away in a blink.

Percy slept with his mom for the first few nights.

So when percy finally spoke, it was like a breath of fresh air. But, his voice sounded broken, it sounded like he’d inhaled gallons of sand. He hadn’t spoken besides a quiet mutter here and there ever since he got back.

“Mom? What happened when- when you were in the underworld?”

Percy’s face fell into an even worse state than before. His eyes glossy with the tears he was holding back. He was shaking. Sally had never seen him so upset before. She’d never seen her son so broken.

Percy’s face was one she’d never want to see again. It was almost scary how much pain he looked to be in. His cheeks were tear stained now. Percy had eyebags. He was only 13. He didn’t need to be going through this.

—

Sally couldn’t think of anything herself to say. Because there wasn’t really anything it was just like a long soothing but frightening nap. She hadn’t died. She was just held hostage.

And that's exactly what she said.

So instead she started asking questions.

“Percy what happened after the minotaur.” Sally pursed her lips before sitting down in front of the boy with two cups of hot cocoa. Of course, topped with blue marshmallows.

“Um, I sent it to the underworld. Basically. Since they kinda don't die. I ended up passing out. Um, I woke up to annabeth. You would love her mom. She’s really smart. Do NOT tell her I said that. She’ll never let me live it down.” Percy's voice grew the moment he started talking about the girl.

The quick turn around of his mood set off an alarm in her head. A good one, but an alarm nonetheless.

They ended up talking and sitting there for a couple hours.

Sally had remembered that Grover went with him on the quest, not a girl named annabeth. But the newfound information that her son had been hanging around a girl had sparked some sense of pride in her. She knew that it was probably some silly crush, but something inside of her knew that Percy liked the girl a lot more than he knew.

—

Annabeth and Percy wouldn’t stop talking via iris message. The bathroom had turned into a makeshift call center.

Typically she wouldn’t have minded much, but considering an iris message required a drachma each call, she grew a bit concerned. She didn’t know where the kids were getting them from. Did they have a bunch just lying around for things like this?

Annabeth typically called percy in the evening. Straight after dinner. Which meant Sally didn’t see Percy for about an hour. Of course Sally didn’t mind, but it sure put ideas in her head.

One time, she had walked into the bathroom to tell percy to go to remember to take out the trash. Interrupting their call, and making Percy embarrassed. His face flushed in embarrassment. He quite literally froze in shock of the words coming out of her mouth.

“Percy, once you’re done talking to your girlfriend, could you take out the trash mijo?” Sally smiled before kissing her son on the cheek and leaving the room before she could hear any complaints from the boy.

Soon enough he heard a high pitched “Mama!” Coming from the door. She could only imagine the scene behind the door.

–

Percy was busy in the bathroom. Well, not using it, but rather using it to talk to a girl. Personally, if it were any other girl, percy would have used it as bragging rights. But knowing that it was Annabeth, he didn’t dare to. If she ever found out, he’d never hear the end of it.

So when his mother walked in, she called the girl his girlfriend. He began to freak out. He froze up. His cheeks darkened in color from the comment from his mother.

Apparently Annabeth had been just as freaked out considering how red her face got. If anything, It was more noticeable because of her ‘pale, princess-like face.’ As percy would put it.

Not that she minded much. But she would dare tell Percy that. His ego would get too inflated. In her own words ‘He would’ve been worse then icarus.’

“Oh gods, Annabeth I’m so sorry, My mother thinks-” Percy broke out in sweat. Tongue tied with the situation at hand.

“N-no it’s fine! Don’t worry about it!” She smiled nervously. She began figeting. Had percy not wanted annabeth to be called his girlfriend?

“Y’know, I should go take out the trash. Before she comes back in and uh, you know…” percy stammered, before saying his goodbyes and disconnecting the call.

“Mamá! Why would you do that! ¡Ella nunca me va a dejar olvidarlo!”

(“She’ll never let me live it down!”)

Sally giggled. She knew Percy was flustered, not really upset per say. She thought it was sweet though.

Sally rolled her eyes. “Percy, why don’t you invite her to stay with us for a few days? You said she likes architecture right? You can take her to some museums and, you can show her around New York some more!” She smiled.

“Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea, I’ll tell her about it tomorrow or in an email…” he smiled before taking out the trash. He hadn’t seen the girl in person for a while, so it’d be nice to see her for real this time instead of through an iris message.

—

That's how Sally ended up with two teens in her living room. Of course not that she minded, she was the one who suggested it in the first place. She actually enjoyed having someone keep Percy company, especially someone who seemed to be as special to him as Annabeth was.

She quite liked Annabeth. She was smart, and kept Percy from doing anything stupid. So in Sallys eyes, the girl was a gift sent from the gods themselves. And she technically was. So she would be sure to burn up a little bit of dinner for the goddess of wisdom later that night.

Dinner was pleasant.

Sally had decided to enlighten Annabeth with the gift of Mexican food.

Annabeth had never really eaten Mexican food before, at the most she had eaten tacos, but she knew those were just pretty common at that point.

As a surprise for both Percy and Annabeth, she’d made pozole. The process was so tedious that she only made it for special Occasions. And she supposed meeting Annabeth was a special occasion.

Percy’s reaction In itself was enough to make it worth it. Annabeth ended up really liking it. She ate three bowls worth that night.

During dinner, the three of them discussed what they would be doing the next day.

“We could take you to the national history museum if that sounds interesting to you. The planetarium has a special showing we could take you to!” Sally smiled, knowing the girl would be more interested in the architecture of the building than the exhibits themselves.

“That sounds great Ms jackson! I would love to go!” Annabeth smiled as she finished up her second helping of pozole. “Can I have some more? This is really good!” Annabeth smiled widely. While she didn’t mind her stepmother's cooking, Sally jacksons food was infinitely better.

“Of course dear! Percy would you like anymore?” Sally took the girls bowl before also taking Percys, already knowing the answer to her question.

“You know it!“ Percy laughed before turning back to face Annabeth.

“Do you know when you have to go back home?” Percy tilted his head curiously.

“Um, I’m not sure actually, I think they’ll just let me go back whenever I please, though, with your mom’s cooking, I'm not sure I want to go” Annabeth chuckled before Percy rolled his eyes. “She's my mom and not yours, I'm pretty sure she likes you more than she likes me!”

“Well what can i say, i'm just a natural charmer!” She flashed a smile.

“Yeah yeah don’t get too proud!” He laughed.

—

The next day, the three of them entered the museum early in the afternoon. The first thing they saw was the planetarium. Annabeth was entranced by the seemingly “floating” spherical theatre. She knew that wasn’t the case but it was a sight to behold nonetheless.

Percy snapped a picture using his mothers camera.

They entered the sphere twice, once to watch the free viewing, the explanation of the big bang, and the other to the more exclusive viewing on the top floor of the sphere, exploring through the galaxy.

Annabeth was paying so much attention you’d think she was frozen in place.

Percy thought she looked cute like that. Not that he’d ever say that to her face though.

He wished he could take a picture of her at that moment. But he couldn’t since pictures weren’t allowed in the theatre.

They got to see the gems and crystal exhibit next. This time both Sally and Annabeth were enthralled by it.

Percy rolled his eyes as he looked at the two girls, both enticed by the “pretty rocks” as he put it. Sea glass was just better in his opinion.

When percy wasn't paying attention he felt someone pull him, fully ready to pull out riptide, before he noticed it was just his mom.

His mom brung Percy to the crystal part of the exhibit, stopping just in front of the diamonds.

“Once both of you are older you should get one of these for Annabeth” Sally whispered in his ear. He flushed.

“Mom! She’s right there!” He whispered back before looking at the girl. “Plus I don't like her like that.” He turned away, his arms crossed in ‘disgust’. Sally laughed. She knew that wasn’t true.

“Sure you don’t.”

Percy’s face was frozen for a solid 2 minutes.

Sally took a picture of Percy's shocked face with her camera. A picture lasts forever of course, a memory might not.

In the meantime, Annabeth was busy ogling some rose quartzes. Sally made a mental note to buy the kids some matching rose quartz necklaces at the gift shop.

Once they had finished looking at the exhibit they headed to the exhibits gift shop. Percy and Annabeth followed behind Sally as she guided them.

“Can we go see the big whale next? That's my favorite part!” Percy pointed towards the sign that led to the marine animal exhibit.

“Ooh yeah, i wanna see how they hold up the thing, its gotta weigh a ton or so”

Once Sally had taken them into the gift shop, she let the kids roam around, while she began to look for some rose quartz necklaces.

She had gotten them two matching necklaces.

Percy and Annabeth ended up buying two stuffed animals. Both the same. They said it was a way they would be connected no matter how far from each other they were. While Sally thought it was sweet, the comment raised an eyebrow. Percy really did like the girl. He just didn’t want to admit it yet.

After the gift shop they headed to the marine life exhibit, with Annabeth staring at the huge whale hanging from the ceiling.

Percy had to forcefully pull her along so he could see the exhibit.

It took them 2 hours to see the whole thing. Once they got tired the three of them decided to lay under the whale. All of them were exhausted from running around the museum. Especially Sally, who’d been corralling the kids around all day. So she decided to take a power nap of sorts. Once she had fallen asleep, Percy and Annabeth began to giggle about the sleeping mother.

By the time Sally had woken up it was almost closing time at the museum. Thankfully they had gone to the gift shop before entering their last exhibit.

When they had left the museum, they decided to take a walk in central park, seeing as it was basically across the street, it seemed logical to annabeth. Plus, she missed the smell of trees that she grew accustomed to at camp.

The only issue here was that it wasn’t like camp, pretty much the complete opposite if she was honest. It was hot and humid, mosquitos and fruit flies running rampant. Not to mention the lack of protection. It was pretty pleasant, but she knew Grover would be horrified if he saw the state that the park was in. While the more hidden areas of the park were clean, the areas where everyone walked through seemed nightmarish for a conservationist like Grover.

After a while the three of them decided to rent a canoe, with percy rowing of course.

Sally made sure to take plenty of pictures. She made a mental note of printing three copies of each. One for Percy, one for Annabeth, and one of course, for herself. She was sure Annabeth's trip would make for at least a couple of pages in Sally's scrapbook.

She’d been making them since Percy was born. Sure to document any moment she had with her son. She knew one day, he’d be sent off. And he wouldn’t come back. That was a given with Percy's parentage.

Sally smiled at the sight of the two kids bickering, she took a picture.

“Well who's the son of the sea god huh? Yeah that's right, me!” He smirked before sticking his tongue out at the girl. Annabeth had asked Percy if she could row for a bit. That's what started their little back and forth.

“Are you saying I can’t row because I’m a girl?” Annabeth raised her eyebrow jokingly.

“What? No! I love girls! I mean- Ugh fine whatever!” Percy groaned as he moved next to his mom and handed the oars to annabeth.

“That’s what I thought, seaweed brain.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Did you see that mom! Do you see how she treats me?” Percy fell back onto the bench in mock pain, holding his chest as if his heart hurt. “And you like her more than me! Can you believe this! My mother likes my friend more than me!” Annabeth and Sally laughed.

“Maybe if you cleaned your room more often,” Sally laughed before looking away in mock disgust.

Annabeth quietly prayed to Poseidon that she didn’t flip them over or crash into another boat. She was sure her mother would be red in anger if she found out, which she probably did. Especially with gods seeing all and all that mess.

But with the nasty murky green water, she couldn’t risk falling in.

As she muttered a silent prayer to the sea god, Percy was laughing at her attempts to turn the boat”

“Cmon Annabeth just let me row at this point!”

“No! I got this! I just need to figure out how to turn, um…” Annabeth looked around trying to see if anyone else was doing it. Her nose scrunched up in frustration. She sighed.

“Or, you could just ask for help y'know?” Percy rolled his eyes before getting up.

“No! I’ve got th-'' Annabeth half shouted before the boy went over and grabbed her hands. Annabeth's face went red. Percy hadn’t even noticed, he was too busy demonstrating.

Click.

Sally snapped a picture of the scene. She giggled before just looking at the kids.

“Basically you just use the oar on the opposite side of where you want to turn alright? Annabeth, are you paying attention?”

“Y-yeah…”

Percy raised an eyebrow before looking up at the girl.

He looked up and saw Annabeth staring him down with her cheeks a color he’d never seen on her before. The moment he realized he released her hands and backed away before sitting. “Whoops! Sorry about that Annabeth!” He chuckled nervously before looking back to the water.

With the new information, she’d successfully gotten them back to the boat rental dock. Safe and dry.

She would be sure to give Poseidon an offering later at dinner.

By the time they had left the boat area, it was beginning to get dark, so they decided to walk to Columbus Circle through the park and call it a day, maybe even picking up a couple snacks from the Whole Foods, which conveniently was next to the train station.

On their way back they’d seen a couple horse carriages. Percy made sure to smile and wave at them before they kept walking. Annabeth and percy were playfully shoving each other, both laughing loudly enough that the other side of the park could probably hear them.

By the time they’d gotten home, it was dark out. Sally had begun working on dinner, while the kids moved to the living room to watch a movie. Both wrapped in blankets and sipping on hot cocoa.

Sally could hear the pair bickering. She rolled her eyes as she chuckled. She didn’t need to be the oracle of Delphi to know where those two would end up.

After a couple minutes though, the bickering stopped, actually all talking and noise had ceased. The only sound coming from the living room came from the tv.

Sally quickly turned down the heat on the stove before grabbing her camera. She walked into the living room, attempting and succeeded in holding in her giggles.

Click.

She smiled before she left the kids' nap, surely their ‘action packed’ day had tired them. Though she knew they’ve gone through longer periods of walking and exercise.

—

By the time the pair had woken up, dinner was ready.

Percy and Annabeth helped set up the table, both yawning from time to time, one a result of the others yawning.

“Alright sleepy heads, I made us some rice with pollo empanizado!”

(Breaded and fried chicken!)

Percy smiled. His appetite growing exponentially.

“How come you never make this anymore?” He wondered before trying to sneak a piece, earning himself a playful smack at his hand by his mother.

“Ay percy, cooking carne empanizado and pozole is a lot of work! Only reason I'm making it now is because we have a very important guest in our house.” That earned a chuckle from annabeth. Being deemed a ‘very important guest’ felt good, much different from whenever she was at home with her father and stepmother.

“Now go finish setting up the table.” She smiled.

“I can’t believe this! My own mother! Betraying me for a girl!” Percy feigned pain in his voice. He was practically smiling at this point.

—

Annabeth was going “home”.

It was a strange thought. Annabeth thought Percy’s home more her own then her actual house. She didn’t want to go back, and she was sure neither Percy nor Sally did either.

In about a day, she’d be back to being a ‘guest’. Not in Percy's house, where she technically was just a guest, or as Sally put it “very important guest”. But she’d be going back to a house that didn’t feel like home. Her home was camp half blood.

She knew she had to go back to her dads eventually. She was glad she stayed this long though, giving her a home away from home of sorts. She’d miss her constant bickering with percy. And her late night conversations with Ms Jackson, who felt way more like a mother then Athena and her stepmother combined. Not that she would ever say that to their faces.

On Annabeth's last full day in New York, the mother son duo took her out to montauk. A family tradition between the two. And now one that included her.

She remembered Percy telling her about the significance of the Montauk cabin. And the fact that she had been invited, something the two had never done before with anyone, had made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

The day before Montauk, Sally let Annabeth know that “Percy was the one to suggest it,” she smiled before winking. “I think it's a great idea annabeth, you’ll love it over there.”

So three of them were in the car. Silence besides the music from the radio. A comfort of sorts.

Percy was sleeping peacefully next to her. Sally was sipping on coffee, humming in between sips.

The coffee was strong enough that Annabeth could smell it from the back seat. The smell would’ve usually made the girl want to puke but, coming from Sally, it was more of a smell she’d forever associate with the woman, right along with the smell of her freshly baked cookies.

Just like how she associated the smell of salt water, the sea reminded her of Percy.

She dozed off unknowingly.

–

When they got to the cabin, the sun had just begun to rise. To the dismay of Percy and Annabeth, Sally insisted they leave early in the morning, so they could enjoy the beach and cabin all day.

“Wake up sleepy heads, we’re almost here!” Sally chuckled as she pulled into the gated community.

“Mama, dame cinco minutos, estoy bien cansado.” Percy muttered.

(Mom, give me five more minutes, I'm really sleepy.)

“Ay mijo, ya se va a levantar la annabeth, vas a querer que te escuche diciendo su nombre en lo que duermes?” Sally chuckled. The girl was most definitely half awake by now. But she couldn’t speak much Spanish, so teasing the boy like this was okay in her book.

(Oh son, annabeth's gonna wake up, are you gonna want her to hear you saying her name while you sleep talk?)

“Ay, Okay okay. I’ll get up.” Percy muttered as he stretched.

He knew his mom had a point. He was sure Annabeth had already heard him sleep talking, but it would still be embarrassing.

Percy nudged Annabeth awake. She groaned before opening her eyes.

Sleepy percy was a sight to behold. His hair was all messy, and his eyes were barely open. He looked cute that way she thought.

Annabeth prayed to Aphrodite that her face wasn’t visibly flushed.

Annabeth yawned, Percy's yawn soon followed “Good morning Percy.” She smiled. She rubbed her eyes.

“We’re gonna drop off our stuff, then we’re gonna go get breakfast. Does that sound good to you guys? What about dennys?” Sally smiled. She pulled into the driveway of the cabin/rental home.

–

At the Dennys, Percy and Annabeth sat next to each other, while Sally sat on the other in front of the two kids.

The pair had decided to color in the kids menu they’d received. Being as these kids have literally been to hell and back, they deserved to act like kids once in a while, actually they should’ve been acting like kids all the time. It was unfair that they had to grow up so fast.

Sally wished Percy could have stayed small and young forever. But she knew he would only get older and bigger. And the danger he would be in, would only increase tenfold.

“Percy, that's my side! You can color outside of the lines all you want on YOUR side, just not on mine.” Annabeth rolled her eyes. She was working very hard trying to keep her work neat.

“Well too bad, because we’re sharing.” Percy stuck his tongue out at the girl.

—

The rest of the day sped by. Annabeth had taken her bags with her to the cabin because they were dropping her off at the airport in the morning.

Annabeth and percy both laid in the living room. As much as they “Annoyed” each other. They were very adamant about hanging out the most they could before the girl left.

“Percy?” Annabeth turned over to the boy. The room was pretty dark aside from the light from the kitchen.

“Mm, yeah?” Percy spoke groggily.

“Are you happy I'm leaving?” She felt her breath hitch.

“What?” Percy's voice sounded more alert. He actually jolted up, afraid he’d done something wrong.

“Annabeth I’m not happy, actually I’m kinda upset. We probably won't be able to see each other till summer, plus the fact we might not see each other ever again if-” Percy’s breath hitched. Annabeth got the point.

“Oh okay.” Annabeth sighed.

“Good night Percy.”

“Good night Annabeth.

—

They got to the airport at around 12 noon. Sally was helping Annabeth check in her bags. Percy was still pretty tired, but he was awake enough not to knock into things thankfully.

Once they had her luggage checked in they went to drop her off at tsa.

It started hitting Percy that this could be the last time for a while (maybe even forever) he would see her.

Percy felt like he would cry. He didn’t get why though. Annabeth was only leaving for the moment. For all he knew, she could come back and visit any time she pleased.

But he still felt like crying. Was it because he knew that at any moment, her life could be ripped from her? If anything he knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight, but he still worried.

He hoped his mom wasn’t right about his feelings.

“Goodbye wise girl.” He smiled before hugging her.

“Don’t say goodbye, say see you later.” Annabeth chuckled. She hoped her cheeks weren’t too red.

“See you later, seaweed brain.”

—

Sally said her goodbyes and sent Annabeth off.

Percy hoped he wouldn’t have to say goodbye for a while.

He was pretty sure he wouldn’t know what to do, if this was his last goodbye to her. And even if he didn't know it himself, neither would Annabeth.

Afterall, what's a seaweed brain without his wise girl.

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Tyler started out as Taylor (I will use T until we get to the transitioning) Grace, a two year old who survived being chased by a giant with Thalia after Jason got yoinked by Lupa and her wolves, and was raised by Annabeth, Chiron, Luke, and Dionysis (only bc Zeus made him). 5 years passed and Annabeth met Percy who, by default met T. T would always cling to Annabeth no matter what, until she had to leave Camp Half-Blood for her quest, leaving the child alone and nervous. T stayed with Chiron and trained in archery, as a gift from Apollo (he decides that T didn't deserve to lose Thalia like that and thought abt how he would be if Artemis and him were mortal and he lost her), they turned out really talented. Skipping to The Titans Curse, T wakes up to the Hunters of Artemis, plus Percy, Grover, Bianca, and Nico arriving at camp on his birthday. When he found out Annabeth had been captured, the newly ten year old almost turned Percy into a fried fish from rage yelling, "YOU PROMISED, YOU FUCKING PROMISED TO PROTECT HER JACKSON, IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU" (they earned a potty mouth at a young age thx to drunk Dionysis) only to be grabbed by Thalia and the shock on Ts face from seeing their sister again after hearing all the stories about her made him burst into tears and hug her tight and began to tell Thalia everything they've done. Once the Zoë, Bianca, Thalia, and Grover left (with Percy sneaking out), T took the time to get to know Nico and play Mythomagic with him and T said, "I wish I was a boy..." to which Nico said, "Well you are one cause you look like one, mio amico!" T took this chance to say "Yeah... yeah and now I'm Tyler!!" And the two had been close ever since. Once everyone came back, Tyler came to find Nico crying about Bianca and offered to leave with him. So they did. All the years of training kept them alive throughout the winter and Tyler consoled, and officially came out to Nico as a transman and gay, and, after defining those to Nico, Nico merely said... "You're like me?" Over the years, they've stayed together and fought together.

When Nico and Tyler are forced to come out to Cupid in front of Jason, they choose to stay away from everyone and we'll, yk lore goes on.

When Nico and Will get together, Tyler is Nicos biggest supporter and will commit crimes against anyone homophobic and in return, the couple get mortal funds for Tyler to at least get top surgery.

For his 18th birthday, he gets a ginger cat and names her Artemis

His face claim is a music artist named Rojuu

damm, your oc seems awesome and very thought out! he's a cat person after all :))

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Chapter - 30

(Ella's POV)

We followed the spirits up a well-worn path. The entrance to the Underworld looked like a cross between airport security & the Jersey Turnpike. There were three entrances under one huge black archway that said 'You Are Now Entering Erebus'. Each entrance had a pass-through metal detector with security cameras mounted on top.

The howling of the animal was really loud, but I couldn’t see where it was coming from. The three-headed dog, Cerberus, who guards Hades’s door, was nowhere to be seen. The dead queued up in three lines, two marked 'Attendant On Duty', & one marked 'Ez Death'. The Ez Death line was moving right along. The other two were crawling.

"What do you figure?" Percy asked me.

"The fast line must go straight to the Asphodel Fields," I said. "No contest. They don't want to risk judgment from the court, because it might go against them."

"There’s a court for dead people?"

"Yeah. Three judges. They switch who sits on the bench. King Minos, Thomas Jefferson, Shakespeare-people like that. Sometimes they decide that person needs a special reward-the Fields of Elysium. Or they decide on punishment. But most, just live. No good or bad. They go to the Asphodel Fields."

"And do what?"

Grover said, "Imagine standing in a wheat field in Kansas. Forever."

"Harsh," Percy said.

"Not that harsh," Grover muttered. "Look."

A few black-robbed ghouls pulled one spirit aside & frisked him at the security desk.

I said, "What’re they doing to him?"

"Special punishment from Hades," Grover guessed. "The really bad people get his personal attention as soon as they arrive. The Fur-the Kindly Ones will set up an eternal torture for him."

We got closer to the gates. The howling was so loud now it shook the ground, but I still couldn’t figure out where it was coming from.

Then, about fifty feet in front of us, the green mist shimmered. Standing just where the path split into three lanes was an enormous monster. I hadn’t seen it before because it was half transparent, like the dead. Only its eyes & teeth looked solid. And it was staring straight at us. My jaw hung open. Percy said, "He's a Rottweiler."

The dead walked right up to him. The "Attendent On Duty' lines parted on both sides of him. The Ez Death spirits walked right between his front paws & under his belly, which they did without even crouching.

"I can see him better," Percy muttered. "Why is that?"

"I think..." Annie moistened her lips. "It’s because we’re getting closer to being dead."

The dog’s middle head craned toward us. It sniffed the air & growled.

"It can smell the living," I said.

"But that’s okay," Grover said, trembling next to me. "Because we have a plan."

"Right," Annie said. I’d never heard her voice sound quite so small. "A plan."

We moved toward the monster. The middle head barked so loud my eyeballs rattled.

"Can you understand it?" Percy asks Grover.

"Oh yeah," he said. "I can understand it."

"What’s it saying?" I asked.

"I don’t think humans have a four-letter word that translates, exactly."

Percy took a big stick out of his backpack-a bedpost he'd broken off Crusty's Safari Deluxe floor model & held it up.

"Hey, Big Fella," he called up. "I bet they don't play with you much."

"GROWWWLLLL!"

"Good boy,"

"Fetch!" he threw the stick, a good solid throw. I heard it go ker-sploosh in the River Styx. Cerberus was unimpressed. His eyes were baleful & cold. So much for the plan.

Cerberus was now making a new kind of growl, deeper down in his three throats.

"Um," Grover said. "Percy?"

"Yeah?"

"I just thought you’d want to know."

"Yeah?"

"Cerberus? He’s saying we’ve got ten seconds to pray to the god of our choice. After that...well...he’s hungry."

"Wait!" Annabeth said. She started rifling through her pack. Uh-oh, I thought.

"Five seconds," Grover said. "Do we run now?"

Annabeth pulled a red grapefruit size rubber ball. It was labeled Waterland, Denver, Co. Before I could stop her, she raised the ball & marched straight up to Cerberus.

She shouted, "See the ball? You want the ball, Cerberus? Sit!"

Cerberus looked as stunned as we were.

All three of his heads cocked sideways. Six nostrils dilated.

"Sit!" Annabeth called again.

I was sure that she'd become the world’s largest Milkbone dog biscuit. But instead, Cerberus licked his three lips, shifted & sat, crushing a dozen spirits who’d been passing underneath him. The spirits made hisses as they dissipated, like air let out of tires.

Annabeth said, "Good boy!"

She threw Cerberus the ball. He caught it in his middle mouth. It was barely big enough for him to chew, & the other heads started snapping, trying to get the new toy.

"Drop it." Annabeth ordered.

Cerberus’s heads stopped fighting & looked at her. The ball was wedged between two of his teeth like a tiny piece of gum. He made a loud, scary whimper, then dropped the ball, now slimy & bitten in half, at Annie’s feet.

"Good boy." She picked up the ball, ignoring the monster spit all over it. She turned toward us. "Go. Ez Death line-it’s faster."

I said, "But-"

"Now." She ordered, in the same tone she was using on the dog.

We inched forward warily. Cerberus growled.

"Stay!" Annabeth ordered the monster. "If you want the ball, stay!"

"What about you?" I asked Annie as we passed her.

"I know what I'm doing, Nora," she muttered. "At least, I’m pretty sure… ."

We walked between the monster’s legs & made it through.

Annie said, "Good dog!"

She held up the tattered red ball, & came to the conclusion-if she rewarded Cerberus, there’d be nothing left for another trick.

She threw the ball anyway. The monster’s left mouth immediately snatched it up, only to be attacked by the middle head, while the right head moaned in protest. While the monster was distracted, Annabeth walked briskly under its belly & joined us at the metal detector.

"How'd you do that?" Percy asked, amazed.

"Obedience school," she said breathlessly, there were tears in her eyes. "When I was little, at my dad’s, we had a Doberman..."

"Never mind that," Grover said, "Come on!"

We were about to bolt through the 'Ez Death' line when Cerberus moaned pitifully from all three mouths. Annie stopped. She turned to face the dog, which had done a one-eighty to look at us. Cerberus panted expectantly, the tiny red ball in pieces in a puddle of drool at its feet.

"Good boy," Annabeth said, but her voice sounded melancholy & uncertain. I placed a hand over her shoulder.

"I’ll bring you a ball soon," Annie promised faintly. "Would you like that?" He whimpered.

"Good dog. I’ll come visit soon. I-I promise." Annie turned to us. "Let’s go."

We pushed through the metal detector, which immediately set off flashing red lights. "Unauthorized possessions! Magic detected!"

We burst through the 'Ez Death' gate, which started even more alarms blaring, & raced into the Underworld. A few minutes later, we hid, out of breath, in the rotten trunk of a black tree as security ghouls ran past, yelling.

Grover murmured, "Well, Percy, what have we learned now?"

"That three-headed dogs prefer red rubber balls over sticks?"

"No," Grover said. "We’ve learned that your plans really, really bite!" I giggled.

I saw Annie wipe a tear from her cheek & pulled her into a hug as she listened to the sad sound of Cerberus in the distance.

We tried to blend in the crowd, keeping an eye out for security. I couldn’t help looking for a familiar face among the spirits of Asphodel. We crept along, following the line of new arrivals, from the main gates toward a black-tent pavilion with a banner: Judgements For Elysium And Eternal Damnation. Welcome, Newly Deceased!

Out the back came two smaller lines. To the left, spirits flanked by security ghouls were marched down a rocky path toward the Fields of Punishment, which glowed & smoked in the distance, a vast, cracked wasteland with rivers of lava & minefields. Even from far away, I saw people chased by hellhounds, burned at the stake, forced to run naked through cactus patches or listen to opera music & things I couldn't describe.

The line coming from the right side of the judgment pavilion was much better. This one led down toward a small valley surrounded by walls-a gated community. Beyond the gate were beautiful houses from history, Roman villas, castles & Victorian mansions. Silver-gold flowers bloomed on the lawns. The grass was in rainbow colors. I could hear laughter & smell barbecue cooking. Elysium.

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Alice signing off.

XOXO.

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devils roll the dice (angels roll their eyes)

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pairing: leo valdez x daughter of athena! reader

summary: you and leo are dared to skinny dip, what happens if your friends run away with your clothes?

warnings: skinny dipping (a bit of nudity), a few curses, mentions of sex (but not really?) - let me know if you see other ones!

notes: request; this takes place years after the events of hoo (toa never happened)

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Leo Valdez is seriously annoying.

The way he smiles as if everything’s okay and his anger is not something you’re feeling like waves hitting you over and over - it’s just annoying. Why can’t he just get it over with and explode in front of you, use his fire powers and all?

With a scoff, you shook your head, averting your gaze from the curly-haired boy to the campfire in front of you.

Truthfully, this event was supposed to be just the seven - Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel, and Leo. Percy invited you to enjoy this night with his friends. He found you earlier by this beach, kicking sand, and muttering how much Leo Valdez just pissed you off. And he just had the audacity to invite you to an event, saying Leo won’t be here. But here he is - grinning as he was roasting a marshmallow over the fire.

“So, Leo,” Percy turned to Leo. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he grinned.

You saw Percy look at you, smiling, like a monkey who finally grabbed the banana from the tree. "Go skinny dipping with Y/N."

"What!?" I'm sorry, but were you just dragged into something that doesn't even include you? "No. I'm not skinny dipping, especially not with him."

"Wow," Leo said, standing up. "Way to hurt my feelings, Y/N."

"Like you have one," you rolled your eyes.

"So, are you doing this or not?" Leo questioned you, already raising an arm to remove his shirt.

"No, I'm not," you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Your loss," Leo shrugged, shirtless. Your eyes scanned over his body. Realizing what you were doing, you averted your gaze from him into the campfire. "Like what you were seeing?"

You can just feel him smirking across from you. "It's not even my dare, how do I lose?"

"It's a dare and you're involved so get on with it," Percy waved his hand dismissively, smiling mischievously as he took a sip of his blue coke.

"Do they really have to be naked?" Thank the Gods for your sister, Annabeth.

"Yeah," Jason echoed. "We're all going to be scarred forever when Leo goes buck naked."

"Fine," Percy sighed in defeat. "You can keep your underwear."

They all looked at Leo expectantly, who raised his hands up. "Oh no, I'm not doing it if Y/N won't."

"It's your dare, Valdez."

"Yeah, and?"

"It's not mine."

"But Percy said I have to do it with you."

"Ugh," you huffed, standing up to remove your clothing. "I hate you."

"Well, I don't exactly like you either," Leo quipped, unbuckling his pants.

You turned around, raising your arms over your head as you removed your shirt, revealing your balconette bikini top in Victorian blue. The matching bikini was a gift from Piper on your birthday last September. This is only the first time you wore this, but under a white cropped top and denim jeans, thinking you won't have to swim as it is mid-winter in New York.

Unfortunately, Percy is a pain in the ass and dared Leo to go skinny dipping with you.

Annabeth handed you a beach towel you wrapped yourself in. Despite the camp's borders protecting you from extreme weather, the air was still chilly, and it sent a shiver down your spine as it hit you.

You turned around and saw that Leo had the matching blue and floral printed towel wrapped around his waist. "Let's just get this over with."

You walked over towards the edge where the waves meet the sun, leaving Leo to catch up to you. "So, how are we doing this?"

"You just don't think," is what you answered as you threw your towel somewhere behind you, diving into the open beach and swimming as far as you can.

As soon as the cold catches up to you, you stand up; the water reaching your chin. You saw Leo standing still at the edge, looking stunned. "What are you waiting for, you elf?"

Leo only shook his head and followed you. You waited a few moments, looking around the vast ocean, with chattering teeth and ragged breaths. In mid-December, the water current felt like icicles hitting your body over and over in different places. You couldn’t wait to get back out on the shore and sit by the fire for warmth.

You feel something tug at your ankle, pulling you deeper. As you struggled to stay afloat, you kicked whatever it was, deciding ultimately more on your own survival than the welfare of some random sea creature. But it wasn't a random sea creature. Instead, it was Leo, holding a bloody nose as he surfaced beside.

"Fuck you, Y/N," he held his nose, ducking his head a few times to stop the bleeding.

"That's what you get," you shrugged, waving your arms to keep yourself afloat.

"Ugh," Leo groaned. "CAN WE GO BACK NOW?"

"Geez," you covered your ears. "You didn't have to yell that loud."

"YES," you heard Percy yell back, his voice like waves echoing throughout the ocean.

You looked at the campfire, only that it was like a dot of orange in the distance. Your friends were like moving shadows in the distance, dimly lit by the moonlight.

"Come on," Leo started swimming back towards the shore once his nose had slowed down its bleeding. You followed him, careful not to swim too fast and make your head squeeze tighter than it already was. As you surfaced on the edge, you saw Leo yell and tried to run after Percy, who was holding your clothes. “Hey! Get back here.”

Instead of answering, Percy just laughed and ran away towards the parking lot. Leo chased after him.

You stood up, shivering as the chilly air hit you, grabbing your towel and wrapping yourself with it. Instead of running after Leo, you took a seat in front of the fire, with your arm reached out and dangerously close to the flames. Who could blame you for wanting to feel some warmth?

“You could get burned,” Leo commented, making you look at him in surprise. You thought he was with Percy grabbing his clothes, but there he stood, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes dangerously drift down towards his collarbone, but you shook your head, focusing your gaze on the dancing flames in front of you.

“At least I could be warm,” is what you told him as your fingers still dance dangerously close to the flames.

“Here,” Leo offered you a hand, and you stared as if it was the most disgusting thing you ever saw. To be honest, it wasn’t disgusting. You noticed his fingers were long and slender and smooth - no calluses in sight. It must be a benefit from producing flames.

“What do I do with it?”

“Hold it.”

“No.”

“Your loss,” he shrugged, taking a seat across from you.

“So, where’s Percy?” You asked him.

“Gone,” he sighed, running his fingers through his curls. “They said we should work everything out and they’ll come to fetch us in the morning.”

Unbelievable. Still, what they had done didn't surprise you. It was like them to do something like this, you should have seen it coming. Instead, the temptation for a good time blinded you.

“Go on,” you told him. “Yell at me.”

“What?” Leo said in disbelief. “What do you want me to yell at you?”

“I don’t know,” you told him, shrugging. “What were you saying about me after we met?”

“I wasn’t saying anything about you,” Leo answered defensively.

“You so were,” you rolled your eyes.

“Really?” Leo scoffed, crossing his arms. “What was I saying then?”

“That I was rude,” you answered him, sitting up straight.

“That’s true,” Leo agreed. “You were rude. And you are being rude now.”

“Well, excuse me if I was being rude,” You laughed humorlessly. “I was busy and stressed that day. I was being chased by monsters all day until Grover and Percy found me, and I was tired."

“But that doesn’t excuse you from being such a jerk at camp,” Leo argued.

“Sorry I wasn’t feeling bright and cheery as you,” you retorted. “Gosh, you were annoying.”

“You think I was annoying?” Leo asked, offended.

“You were!” You stood up, clenching the towel that was wrapped around you. “You came in all Mr. Smiley Pants, greeting me with a cheer, and then you introduced yourself and told me your life story when I’m exhausted. Gods, Leo, I just wanted to rest that day.”

“But you didn’t have to be so rude about it,” Leo stood up too, walking to stand in front of you. If he thought he was towering over you, he was not. He was only a few inches above you, not even intimidating you with his height.

“What’s rude about ‘stop, I want to rest’ when you were all there smiling and I was a bleeding mess with monster cuts on my arms?” You fumed. “Not to mention, you were telling me that time you and your beloved Festus had to stop at a gas station.”

“And what’s wrong about that?” Leo raised his arms in frustration. “Festus was hungry, and I was out of Tabasco, so we had to take a quick stop at the nearest gas station for some motor oil.”

“Okay, you were out of Tabasco sauce,” You raised your free hand in surrender. “But is that necessary for a girl to hear when she’s bleeding out?”

“Oh, would you want me to tell you the story of how my parents conceived me?” Leo retorted. “Because I’ll gladly tell you! My mommy and my daddy-.”

“I want you to stop!” You yelled at him, getting so dangerously close to his face. Leo seriously frustrated you to no end. He can’t just keep his mouth shut. “I want you to stop talking for a long time. Maybe then, I could work everything out by myself and leave you here.”

“And what?” Leo taunted. “Face the woods alone? Ooh, too bad, Y/N, you could get killed.”

“I’ll gladly take that chance,” you said through gritted teeth. “Than be here with you.”

“Wow,” Leo feigned hurt, putting a hand above his heart. “Another girl who’d rather be killed than be with me. Only this time, I didn’t ask her out.”

“What, do you want me to ask you out?” The words that rolled out of your mouth surprised you more than they did to Leo, who looked at you with wide eyes. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, unable to think of anything to follow up on your previous statement.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you actually like me,” Leo said slowly, a lopsided grin forming on his face as he crossed his arms.

“Please,” you shivered as a strong chilly wind came, knocking you off of your stern demeanor. Leo grinned at this, knowing he had the upper hand in the situation as he didn’t once shiver from the cold. “You don’t know any better than a coked-up 2-year-old.”

“Oh, really?” Leo’s eyebrow shot up as if what you said was a challenge to him. “I know you’re cold right now.”

“Of course, it’s mid-December,” You threw your free hand in the air, turning back around to sit in front of the fire again. All this arguing with Leo has put you away from the campfire and near to the ocean, as you could feel the cold rushing winds more than the warmth of the fire. “It should be cold.”

“Way to point that out, you genius,” Leo followed you as you sat, taking a seat beside you. It was far enough so that your hands wouldn’t reach him in case you wanted to strangle him, but near enough in case you burned your hand and he had to help you.

You were still shivering even as you sat in silence in front of the fire. Leo was probably not helping the case as he kept getting awed by his own breath forming smoke in front of him.

“Could you please stop?” You said through shaky breaths.

“Here, take my hand,” Leo once again offered his hand. “Come on, I won’t bite. Can’t you feel the warmth radiating off of me?”

Out of options for warmth, you hesitantly reached out, your hand hovering above his, trying to feel any sort of warmth. Then you felt it. That rush of slight heat entered your skin and buried itself there. It felt much like holding a warm cup on a chilly day,

You took his hand, gripping it just to feel any warmth. It must have been a pretty uncomfortable position as both of your hands were stretched out, but you didn’t care as you could feel something other than the cold air around you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying so hard not to think about the fact that you were mad at him earlier and now you were holding his hand for warmth. You felt him scoot a little closer to you, as he pulled your hand a bit and felt him shift. You opened your eyes and narrowed it at him. “Sorry, my hand’s getting sore.” You sighed and just let him sit closer than the two of you intended.

You didn’t know how, but you didn’t fight the feeling of wanting to feel more warmth as you scooted closer to him - dangerously close, almost shoulder to shoulder. You let out a sigh as the warmth coming from him intensified a bit, as you laid your head above his shoulder. You didn't know why, but he didn’t make a move to push you away, not even a bit as he relaxed and laid his head on top of yours.

“Pipes, quick, grab a camera,” you heard Percy loudly whisper. It must have been morning as you hear birds chirping instead of crickets. The harsh sunlight met your hazel eyes as you opened them, making you immediately squint.

You heard a flash go off, and Piper’s voice rang out. “Oops. Sorry, my bad.”

“Whoever’s there should just get away,” you grumbled, snuggling against what’s beside you. Despite the harsh sunlight, your eyes flung open and quickly stood up, making your head spin, as you realized what - or who, for the matter - you’re snuggling. You stumbled as you clutched your head in dizziness.

“Careful there,” Jason gripped your arm, steadying you.

“What,” Leo groggily said, just waking up. “What happened?”

“We fell asleep, you idiot,” You threw a flip-flop at him. “It’s morning.”

“Oh,” Leo rubbed the spot where you hit him. “Oh, hey, guys.”

“Hey,” Percy greeted him with a smile. “Looks like you had quite a night, huh?”

“More like it,” Leo lazily smiled at you through squinting eyes.

Despite everything in you screaming to deny everything, you smiled at him. “Yeah. It was nice.”

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Writing Prompt AU: Childhood Best Friends to Lovers

PART 6: Age 18

“California is pretty far away,” Percy says softly into the night as Annabeth lays on the rooftop by his side. He hears her shift so that she can look at him, and he mirrors her, looking at his reflection in her pale eyes.

“2914.9 miles,” she answers.

“You really had to choose the farthest college from me didn’t you?”

Annabeth snorts and shakes her head.

“Yes Percy, I chose it purely because it’s the furthest from you in particular.” He pouts and pushes himself up on an elbow so he can look down at her.

“Why are you leaving me?”

“I’m not just leaving you Perce, I’m leaving everyone else as well. My Dad, my brothers, Thals, Grover...not just you.” Her face shifts and he sees sadness replace her joking smirk.

“Yeah but I’m special...I’m your favourite.” Percy is half-joking but he wishes with all his heart that the first part of his sentence is true, that he is in fact special to Annabeth. Special in the same way that Annabeth is special to him.

“Don’t let Thals hear that,” Annabeth says, rolling her eyes but Percy leans in closer, poking her repeatedly until she’s laughing.

“You’re only saying that because it’s true.”

“Shut up.” Percy notices how she doesn’t deny it and it brings a smile to his face.

“I’m going to miss you.” His heart gives an uncomfortable squeeze as his voice softens and his smile drops. Annabeth gives him a sad look and pokes his chest trying to get him to look at her properly.

“Don’t get all sappy on me now Seaweed Brain, we’ve still got summer.”

“And then you leave and forget me, and find a cool Perry Johnson to be your new best friend.” He says and dramatically throws his head back, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead like he’s about to faint.

Annabeth groans and pushes him away so he falls back on the blanket they’ve laid out. The other two aren’t due to arrive for another hour, but Percy has been spending so much time at Annabeth’s house already, that it made no sense to go back to his last night, so he stayed over and helped set up the apartment rooftop for their sleepover under the stars.

He thinks they’ve done a pretty good job for the two of them, there’s an array of pillows, blankets and sheets all over the floor, and plenty of snacks to last them through the night. A couple of years ago, way back when they were younger, Mr Chase set up fairy lights along the edge of the roof, so they’re not in complete darkness, not that New York can ever be truly dark. The lights illuminate Annabeth’s features as Percy turns his head to her, she looks like a goddess and Percy swallows deeply when she returns his stare.

“What are you looking at?”

Percy shrugs and sits up so he can rearrange snacks that don’t need rearranging to hide his blush at being caught.

“Oh, I nearly forgot! Can you sign this, you never did?” Annabeth says changing the subject and tugs on his arm so he can come back and sit with her.

He looks at her confused until she brings out her yearbook. Their school emblem shines on the front cover, and she places it in his lap, pressing herself to his side, so she can flip the pages, looking for an empty space to write. On the back, there’s an entire blank page and she smooths the paper down and hands him a marker.

“All yours.” She says and watches him expectantly.

“Are you going to watch me write in it?” He twirls the pen uneasily and rubs the back of his neck, slightly uncomfortable under her intense gaze.

Annabeth huffs. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Can you?” He asks half-jokingly.

“You’re such an idiot. Fine. I’ll go check if there’s anything we forgot downstairs. Do you want anything?” He grins as she shakes her head, pretending to be annoyed.

“Anything blue.”

“Of course,” she mutters and gets up, using his shoulder to steady herself. He leans into the touch and tries to ignore the way his body misses her warmth when she leaves.

When she leaves Percy flips back to the front, reliving their senior year, one page at a time. He skips past the photos of the people in his grade and goes straight to the events. It starts with homecoming, and there’s a photo of Percy, Annabeth, Grover and Thalia all dressed in black suits. Percy smiles fondly at the close-up photo of Thalia and Annabeth posing together, in matching suits and corsets. Since Thalia broke up with Luke, she’s reintegrated back into the group with no issue, and it’s like she never left.

He turns the page, skipping through the other homecoming photos, and pauses at the one of him and Annabeth. It’s a candid, and even though he’s already seen it, his heart still stutters, because in the photo she’s fixing his hair in the photo right before the official photos like she always does, and Percy can’t help but think about how much they look like a couple.

He keeps turning through the pages, trying to find more photos of their group. They’re not a very social group, preferring to hang out with each other than go to school events, but they’re at all the major ones.

There are small snippets of them at the football games, student fairs and pep rallies, it’s not till the end where there are photos that focus more on students not part of clubs that he sees more pictures of his friends.

There’s one of them all laying on their back enjoying the sun looking up at clouds the way they used to when they were kids (completely unaware that someone is taking photos of them). There’s even a photo of Grover with Thalia on his shoulder as she tries to climb a tree with toilet paper in her hand from prank day. The next one is a blurry photo of Percy completely wrapped in toilet paper and chasing Annabeth.

Moments from their senior year have been captured and immortalised in these pages, and Percy’s heart heaves at the thought of leaving this all behind or watching people leave.

Tears start to prick at his eyes as he reaches the graduation and prom photos. There’s a huge shot of his entire grade, a choice of a few students throwing their caps up. In the corner on the page before the prom photos, there's a small snapshot of the four of them, their arms thrown around each other, heads pressed together. He remembers this moment vividly. All of their names are relatively close together in the roll, so as soon as they were announced, he had bolted straight to Grover, who had bolted to Thalia, who had bolted to Annabeth, and they had all ended up screaming and jumping into each other's arms.

He’s going to miss this.

He finally comes to the prom photos, and he’s not surprised when his breath catches in his throat when he sees Annabeth in her prom dress again. It’s a deep blue, the colour of the sky above his head, and it makes his stomach flutter each time he sees it. In the photo, she’s posing with Thalia again, but she’s mid-laugh and Percy would be lying if he said it wasn’t one of his favourite photos of her. He has copies of photos from the night on his computer, but the ones taken at the venue are better quality, it’s almost like he’s back there in the moment.

Thalia had come with a date, once again wearing a tight-fitting suit, a girl on her arm and Grover had brought Juniper, his girlfriend. Percy and Annabeth had agreed to go together, just because it was easier.

“Platonically,” he remembers telling Grover. He remembers Grover laughing and shaking his head.

“There is nothing platonic about you two but okay. Have fun, Perce.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Grover had never explained what he meant and it still haunted Percy.

There isn’t a photo of the two of them at prom together, at least not in the yearbook, but he asked for a favour from a friend in the yearbook committee and has the photos that didn’t make it on a USB drive back home. His favourite is his wallpaper, and it’s of him and Annabeth dancing their heads bent close together. It’s not obvious it’s them two but he can recognise her blonde hair anywhere. That’s another moment he holds close, them dancing and swaying to a song they don’t recognise, whispering to each other in the night. He’d almost told her that night. Told her everything, about what he felt, about how he would always feel, but when she let go, he realised that he didn’t want to risk losing what they had. It was too precious to him.

Percy finally reaches the page that Annabeth initially brought him to and he uncaps the pen, tapping the back of it against the page a couple of times trying to think of a message. It’s not an accident that he didn’t write in Annabeth’s yearbook. When they were all doing it, Percy had purposefully avoided her because he knew that what he had to say to her couldn’t be said like this.

He sighs as he begins a doodle instead. A little owl because he knows that they’re her favourite, and a dolphin because they’re his. His mind is still blank at what to write to her, but he knows she’s not going to let him get away with not doing it this time.

He hears footsteps coming up the staircase and he writes the first thing that comes to his mind. The only thing that never leaves his mind when he’s around Annabeth. It’s not a long message so he’s finishing it just as Annabeth sits back down. He slams the book shut and chucks it behind him so that she can’t immediately read it. She notices and raises an eyebrow.

“Read it later. It’s embarrassing,” he says sheepishly. She laughs and hands him a bag of sour blue candy stripes. He tears open the package and starts eating as he hears other footsteps. Grover and Thalia appear in the doorway, holding pillows and even more bags of snacks.

“Let’s get this party started!” Thalia exclaims and drops her stuff unceremoniously on top of Percy, burying him under the wright. Everyone laughs at him as he sputters his way out.

Thalia plugs in some music and Annabeth helps pull Percy to his feet, and they start the feast of snacks. Grover helps Percy set up a projector for their movie and it’s nearing midnight when they finally settle on Disney’s Hercules.

As always Grover falls asleep halfway through the movie, murmuring about how his tummy hurts in his sleep. They take group selfies with him, and Percy grabs the marker next to Annabeth’s yearbook so that he can draw on Grover’s face. He’s holding back giggles with Thalia as they pose next to him and Annabeth takes a photo of them.

He pulls both girls close to him when he falls back and squeezes their shoulders.

“I can’t believe my favourite girls are leaving me to deal with this idiot,” he says and nods to Grover who has started snoring. Thalia scoffs and pushes his face so that he lets go of her. He gives in but doesn’t take his arm off Annabeth, and he swears that Annabeth cuddles just a bit closer to him.

“We’re not dying, Percy, we’re just moving to the West Coast,” Thalia says as she opens a can of coke and Percy briefly remembers how he first met Annabeth and how she had protected him from Nancy. He exchanges a look with her and sees that she’s already smiling at him, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.

“Betrayal. That’s what this is,” he says and squeezes Annabeth’s shoulder again. She threads their hands together and Percy tries not to react and turn to her again.

Thalia catches his eye and smirks at their interlocked hands.

She stands up and brushes her pants.

“I need to go pee, do you two need anything from downstairs?”

They both shake their heads and she nods before carefully stepping over a sleeping Grover and leaves the two of them.

Percy and Annabeth stay like that, leaning on each other, hands interlocked and Percy wishes he could freeze this exact moment.

“Did you write something?” Annabeth asks softly as she pulls away from him, but doesn’t let go of his hand. Percy nods tightly and she smiles as she reaches across from him and grabs the yearbook from their makeshift table. She skips straight to the back and opens to his page. She gave him an entire page to write on, but there’s only one sentence in the middle and two small doodles. She stares at it for a moment, rereading it before she looks up.

“You’re my number one,” Annabeth reads, holding the yearbook open at his page, “What does that mean?”

Percy swallows, suddenly terrified. There’s no time like now to tell her, and he has no real doubts about loving her, but with her unflinching gaze on him like this, it’s hard not to be nervous. He tries not to overthink and takes a deep breath, speaking the truth that he’s kept under wraps for years.

“There’s only one meaning, Wise Girl, what else could it mean?” He says with a shrug and reaches for her hand. She lets him take it. “My Mom once said that people who have a big heart have a lot of love in them to share, but they’ll always have their number one, and that’s you. That’s been you for years, my entire life probably.”

He takes another breath and waits for Annabeth to respond. When she doesn’t he continues, suddenly full of words. “You’re the one for me. The only one that I could ever want. The one I put before everything. You’re my-”

“Do you mean that?” Her face is full of doubt and Percy brings their joined hands up so he can press his lips to the back of her hand.

“Of course,” he breathes, and pulls her closer. He’s barely breathing when she puts the yearbook down for a moment. They stay frozen like that, pressed against each other, foreheads touching and breath mingling.

“I think I was made for loving you,” he whispers and carefully pushes her hair back.

The smile she gives him is one to rival the sun that is going to rise in a few hours.

“If that’s so, then I was made for loving you just as much.”

She kisses him, and he almost forgets his name. He brings his hands up to cup face and bring her closer and she smiles against his lips and-

“Seriously? You two couldn’t wait until after I was asleep. Jeez.”

Annabeth jerks away from him and they both stare at Thalia who is giving them a tired look from the rooftop doorway. Percy can’t help it and starts laughing, shortly after Annabeth joins and falls onto his chest, laughing too hard to keep herself up. Eventually, Thalia sits back down and bites her lip trying not to laugh, but the more she tries to keep it in the funnier it gets.

By then all three of them are laughing so hard their stomach hurts and Grover stirs awake.

“What’s going on?”

“This,” Annabeth says and proudly holds up her hand that is still firmly clasped in Percy’s hand.

Grover blinks sleepily at it and shrugs like it’s not a big deal.

“About freaking time,” he says and lays back down.

Percy and Annabeth look at each other again and he smiles at her before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to her mouth.

“It was worth the wait.”

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