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The Very Essence of Love
A Pride and Prejudice X PJO au
Chapter 21: until someone loses a heart.
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He leaned close to her.
“I have never,” he bit out the word, “met a lass, as prideful and foolish as the one before me.” He meant to say more but he held his tongue. “I will end this here. Good day–”
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December Prompt 3: Miss
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Dec 3, 2021
Percy wakes up on the couch with Charlie spread eagle on his chest. Her head is tilted up, like she fell asleep looking at him. Her mouth is ajar, the dark circle below a reminder that she is her father’s daughter.
Annabeth is in the kitchen making breakfast. He can hear her moving around behind him, and after laying the baby down and barricading her in with throw pillows and blankets, he joins her.
“You’re making breakfast?” His inquiry is tentative, he watches her hurriedly slice a banana into thin rounds.
‘Yeah.” When he doesn’t say anything she adds, “It’s instant oats, asshole.” The microwave dings and she steps away to pull it open, retrieving the bowl of the hot aforementioned oats and setting it next to the saucer she’s using as a cutting board.
He’s up before her on any given day, but for the last few days, Charlie has refused to sleep without being rocked and held. Despite her small, eight-month-old body, she does call the shots, at least with him. That means he's walking up and down the hall in their apartment, singing whatever song he can think of at 4am. Last night, it had been Nickelback.
Annabeth picks up the plate and adds the sliced bananas to the bowl of cooling oats. It makes a small clink when she sets it down before she moves to the refrigerator.
“You want some?” She calls over her shoulder as she reaches for the blueberries.
“No.” He grabs a spoon and helps himself to a bite.
When she drops some washed blueberries into the mix, he helps himself to another bite.
She picks up the bowl and takes the spoon from him, turning to lean back against the counter as she eats her breakfast.
He steps closer to her as her mouth closes around the spoon.
She doesn't react when he cages her in, her feet between his, his arms braced on the counter behind her. She offers him a bite of her food though, which he takes.
“I missed you.”
He cocks his head; there's a bit of oat in the corner of his mouth. Her eyes focus there, he notices and swipes at the spot with his thumb but misses.
“I missed you,” she repeats, running her spoon down his center, her knuckles brush the tie of his pajama bottoms.
“No…” He appears stricken.
"Maybe don't fall asleep on the couch next time.”
"I’m gonna cry.”
He lowers his head to her neck but she uses the bowl in her hand to push his chest away.
"I'm heading to work.” She sets the mostly eaten breakfast to the side.
He knows that. She already has her coat on. Her legs look a mile long in her trousers and block-heeled boots. Those boots click against the floor when she steps toward the kitchen table where she'd set her messenger bag earlier.
“Hey,” he catches her wrist. “We can-”
“I can't talk right now,” she lifts the bag to her shoulder, “but I'll be upstairs, tonight, around 10?”
He follows her and she turns, brushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Let me know if you'll be able to make it.”
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December Prompt 5: drink
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this one comes with a soundtrack
Dec 5, 2015
It’s Saturday night and they’re in a hole-in-the-wall in Tennessee. There’s live music and a lot of friendly drunks. Annabeth is one of them.
The semester will end in a week and they’re in the wrong timezone. He blames Frank, who was always too quick to volunteer them in service to the gods. As far as Percy is concerned, next time someone steals a mythical harp and hides it in Nashville they’ll need to call someone else.
Here they are though, despite logic and his best intentions to finish his last year of school on the straight and narrow. The harp has been returned; they’re in a honky-tonk hole-in-the-wall in Tennessee surrounded by too much leather and tassels, sharing a booth with some drunk twenty-somethings, they’ve lost track of Frank, and the shaggy looking guy on the microphone sounds like Chris Stapleton.
The impromptu trip down south had initially soured his mood, but somewhere between the pancakes they ate for breakfast today, the shrine-ish record shop, and his tangy drink, he had started to enjoy himself.
Percy shares that out loud and Annabeth misses it. He repeats himself and she leans closer because she still can’t hear him.
“What?” Her hand drops to his upper thigh to steady herself when he pulls her to him.
“Dance with me.” His fingers rub into the skin of her arm before dropping to her elbow to pull her to her feet.
“Is that alcohol?” She reaches for his drink, like she’s decided to see for herself.
Annabeth’s shirt is blousy and embroidered and her jeans are tight and his eyes have hardly left her all night. His hands even less so. Add in the cowgirl boots she’d acquired (borrowed– stolen??) at some point this afternoon, it was a look that was definitely getting filed into his favorite fantasies folder.
“No.” He holds the drink out of her tipsy, grabby reach. “Just dance with me. Come on.”
He guides her from behind, hands on her hips as they navigate into the stomping, swinging mix of groups and pairs and solo dancers. She lays her hands over his and there’s an interchange, she’s turning to face him, she’s tugging him to an open spot on the dance floor, he’s falling into the circle of her arms, face in her neck, damps curls and lemon and sweat, his hands overlap low on her back. He lets her easy rhythm guide them in a simple two-step, side to side. She cups the back of his neck and the way she’s looking up at him is almost definitely not fit for public.
Or maybe it is and it’s all in his head (his other head) because the guy on the mic is singing about someone helping him “trim this tree” and he can’t be the only person hearing an innuendo in there.
Annabeth’s face is flushed and her smile is pure joy. “You’re dancing with me.”
Hardly. But he gives a nonchalant shrug and says, “When in Tennessee.”
It’s hard to think about his footwork when he wants her this much.
“Yeah?” She steps back from him, she’s left enough room for Jesus and a disciple between them, their hands are their only physical points of connection. “Got any moves, cowboy?”
It’s probably the alcohol in his system, but he'll tell anyone who asks that the hip-thrusting, finger-gun-pointing move he busts out was just to hear her laugh.
She shrieks. “Percy– oh my gods.” She two-steps back into his personal space, closing the distance between them to nothing as she laughs.
He makes a noise that's both pain and relief at the sudden contact. His hands grab her hips on instinct, thinking about other kinds of contact and rubbing and rhythm.
She turns her back to him and he has no choice but to hold her by her waist and hope she won’t give him that hard of a time.
She doesn’t verbally tease him. She does reach back for his head and kiss him, sweet at first, before parting her lips, catching his bottom lip between hers, he groans when she sucks it, then bites, her tongue–
“Merry Christmas from Nashville!” Someone knocks into his side. It's a lady from the bar’s staff, she’s bobbing and two-stepping to the twangy melody, she’s also holding a cowboy hat out to him. They’re passing them out like party favors.
He’s a little bewildered but he takes it, squishing it onto his head until it feels a little less than absolutely ridiculous. The one she gives Annabeth is pink with fur trim. Before Annabeth dons her own accessory, she twists to kiss him, chastely this time, murmuring, “Definitely your look.”
She settles back against his front, resuming the casual side to side sway they had started with. He can tell she’s distracted though.
He lowers his mouth to her ear. “What are you looking for?”
“Frank.”
He laughs. “You ready to go?”
“I think both of us are.”
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The Very Essence of Love
A Pride and Prejudice X PJO au
Chapter 20: It's all fun and games
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He sat in the moss, trying to comprehend it and she leaned forward and kissed him.
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December Prompt 6: eyes
hi, I'm sick of playing with my post-canon timeline, so today I wrote a TVEL oneshot. :)
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Husband,
I woke up in your arms with thoughts of space. Not only because of the way you hold me, no matter how hot or cold, no matter the bed’s width. But I wonder how I can wake up loving you more when I already love you so. Can a heart have the space for an affection like this? Daily, I breathe you in and my heart, my poor heart, grows to accommodate a multiplying, ever-abiding love for you, my husband. For our family. Surely it has doubled in size in these last five years. And it will triple in ten, and so on, and so on.
Come find me, my love. My heart is without limit, it seems, when you are with me.
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He found her, though she didn’t make it easy. When, at last, he spotted her by the old mill house, a scene fit to be painted–bonnetless, relaxed in the grass, the laughing stream, the turning wheel–he said nothing, just held up her love note with a raised brow.
“Took you long enough,” she said in greeting.
“What are ye doing here, mo ghraidh?”
She didn’t move, remaining prone, one hand out to the side, fingering the ribbons of her discarded bonnet, the other on her abdomen, rising and falling with her steady breaths.
“Recalling you, wet as a selkie, rising up from the mill water, looking like a myth in your own right,” she explained.
“Wet as a selkie, was I?” He came to a stop before her, hands on his hips. “Yer full of whimsy and hyperbole this morning.”
“I wanted to stretch my legs a bit.”
“A ride wouldnae suffice?” He countered.
She ignored him, continuing, “I thought to make it to the wheat fields, but I couldn’t manage any further than this.”
His face changed, brows drawn tight with concern. “Annabeth…”
“Are you going to keep standing there or are you going to lie with me?”
He immediately lowered to one knee, repeating again as he found his place alongside her, “Annabeth…”
“It’s written all over your face, my love,” her smile was soft, her hand subconsciously gentle on the soft curve of her belly. “But I still want to tell you, properly.”
He shifted until he was on his side, braced on his elbow so he could study her face.
“'Twas no a sour stomach plaguing ye fer those months, wasnae it?” His Scots accent thickened with the rise of emotion.
“No,” she said succinctly.
“Are ye…?” His hand, so large, but tentative, settled on her abdomen.
“I felt a quickening days ago but– I was unsure,” her eyes shimmered, beauty and sadness tearing his heart out. “I was so afraid–”
He made a pained noise, no doubt remembering their loss, but also forever weakened at the sight of her tears. “Those greeting eyes,” he gathered her close, pressing his mouth to her hairline. “I cannae bear it.”
Her eyes closed as he held her, brushing words of comfort, confidence and assurance, on every part of her face his lips touched.
“And now? Tell me, are ye still afraid?”
“No, no…” she laughed, watery but a true laugh, sure as a bell. “I am so full. My heart is so full.”
“So we’ll be telling our daughter another wee one will soon be underfoot.”
Annabeth nodded, sighing when his thumb brushed the remaining tears from her temples.
“She’s wanting a sister,” he warned.
“I know. She’s been whispering to my belly for a month now, ever since she saw Clarisse with her new baby sister.”
“I cannae blame the wee lass. Her da’s been a-whispering as well.”
Her eyes widened, searching his face for honesty. “Have you been?”
“Aye. At night, when ye’ve gone to Morpheus. Or during the day, whenever I find ye laying about.” He stroked a finger down her cheek. “Ye’ve been so tired.”
“Well,” she smiled, “It’s never easy work, growing your heavy-headed babies.”
“But ye’ve done it before. And by God’s grace ye’ll do it again.”
She nodded, closing her eyes as a peace settled over the both of them.
#mypjofic#ima's annual december prompt fail#tvel#am i allowed to write oneshots in the TVEL universe if I haven't finished the main fic?#percabeth#p&p x pjo au#percy jackon and the olympians#also to Scots “greeting” can mean to welcome somebody#but it can also describe the action of somebody crying
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The Very Essence of Love
A Pride and Prejudice X PJO au
Chapter 19: Friendship and Freedom
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“Mr. Jackson,” she bent and picked up the errant hat. She turned, plucking a dried weed from the brim. They met halfway and she handed it over. “I think we may be friends.”
He thanked her with a murmur then asked, “Ye think so?”
She nodded. She watched him watch her brush her misbehaving golden brown strands from her face (she had forgotten her bonnet in her hurry and her coiffure punished her for it now), then his eyes followed her fingers from the corner of her mouth when they reached for the sloping brim of his hat, where she unstuck one last, stubborn burr. His head ducked momentarily as he donned the hat again, but neither his posture, nor his hat hid the red flush of his ears.
“Aye,” he murmured. “Friends it is, then.”
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December Prompts 2: Snowman
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Dec 2, 2023
“You need to get over to your right.”
Percy shook his head. “This is 21st, we’re turning on 22nd.”
“That’s what the maps are saying– here, you’re supposed to turn here.”
“Yeah, but,” Percy replies distractedly as he moves to the right lane, after they pass 21st, “I know where we’re going.”
Annabeth pushes her tongue into her cheek.
Thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump look at Frosty go…
They approach 22nd St. They can’t turn right, the road is closed.
"Fuck," Percy mutters.
Somehow, she traps the 'I told you so' behind her teeth.
Instead, she leans forward to point over to his left. "If you turn here, we can loop back, these are all one ways–”
“I know,” he interrupts.
“Okay,” her voice is falsely bright. “I’m done here, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
Frosty the Snowman was a jolly happy soul…
“Estelle!” Percy's voice rises so he can be heard in the back. “This is the fifth time we’ve heard this song– What are you doing to us?”
“They like it!”
“Because you have it on repeat." His eyes flick to his mirrors as he eases into the left lane. "Keep it up, it’s all they’ll want to hear for the rest of the month.”
Thumpety thump thump…
He glances in the rearview mirror. He can see Lena's little feet sticking out of her car seat, kicking to the beat.
Estelle ignores him, singing with Charlie, "Frosty, the snowman knew the sun was hot that day..."
Annabeth reaches into the back, torso twisting over the center console. She murmurs to Percy, "You make it too easy for her."
To Estelle she says, "Hand it over."
"Aww," Estelle starts to return the phone, then pulls it back. "I'll change it, I'll find something else." She taps at the screen.
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock…
Lena lets out a demanding string of sounds that sound a lot like, “Thumpety thump thump!”
Percy growls, “What have you done?”
“Here,” Annabeth gestures for her phone, “I’ll change it.”
The next song starts playing and the girls start singing and the noise goes from background singing to main stage holiday chaos. Percy opens his window, he isn’t sure why, but he has to try something because he can't think, and they are one more wrong turn away from missing the Astoria tree lighting.
He glances at the mirror again and he can't help but smile.
Annabeth, Estelle and Charlie are singing along to Kelly Clarkson’s "Run Run Rudolph." Lena is crying for "thumpety" with increasing levels of distress. He really can't think, he's just going to find someplace to park, even if it means they walk a few too many blocks in the cold.
Annabeth softens at his expression as she settles back into her seat. He catches her eye and his smile goes rueful.
"You need directions?"
"Badly."
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December Prompts 1: Light
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Dec 1, 2026
The bathroom light wakes him up. The sound of retching gets him out of bed. He winces at the chill of the hardwood floor, but it’s the nudge he needs to get from half-asleep to awake. The gagging he hears, followed by a dry cough, knocks him to fully alert. He makes his way to the bathroom, cursing under his breath.
Her head hangs over the toilet bowl, breaths loud and slow. Against the white tiled floor, her thighs looking tanner than they really are. He takes her in, hand at the nape of his neck, watching her breathe, in...out, her shoulders hunched, hands curled in the hem of her baggy t-shirt.
Percy steps back out into their bedroom.
She’s still in a kneel when he returns, but now she's shifted, head tipped back in fatigue. He reaches for her when her body tenses, she’s gagging again, there's nothing really coming out and there really nothing he can do. She dry heaves and he comes closer, squatting behind her.
Annabeth breathes shakily then spits, hard, trying to clear the taste of sourness and bile from her mouth.
“Put some pants on,” his hand settles on her ribcage, I’m here, the other hand holds out a pair of sweats. “It's cold.”
She doesn’t get up from her position before the toilet, just maneuvers her legs into the pants. One leg in, she jams the other one next, she's finished with a haphazard tug, the band crooked and folded at her waist.
He takes a step back, arms crossing over his bare torso.
“Can get you anything?”
“Ginger tea.” She pushes the hair from her sagging ponytail off of her forehead with two hands. “That’d be nice.”
He watches her for a second, lips pulled in as he considers. In the end, he does as he’s been asked, leaving the sorry, LED bleached scene to return, several minutes later, with the tea as requested, a bit of honey added to soothe.
She’s on her feet by then, toothbrush wedged in her mouth as she sprays the toilet down with some Lysol. She leaves the disinfectant to sit while she rinses out her mouth.
He passes the tea to her when she's done, laying the back of his hand on her neck, then her forehead, just checking.
"Think you can stomach something before work?" He keeps his hand on her, flattening the curls at the crown of her head.
"I'm calling out."
Some of the worry seeps from him.
"Okay," He tilts her head towards him so he can kiss her on the forehead. "Lay down, get some rest." He kisses the hair at her temple. "I've got the girls."
When she crawls back into bed, he's right there pulling the blanket up to her chin. She thanks him softly, eyes almost drifting shut before she catches the pleased look on his face.
"What?" She asks, genuinely curious.
He smiles a little, his hand lingers in her hair out of habit before he admits.
"I didn't think you'd call off."
"Well, I feel like dog shit," she murmurs.
He almost laughs, then sighs with a bit of his own fatigue. "I don't know, honey." He catches her earlobe between his thumb and forefinger. "Sometimes you act like you aren't pregnant. Other times you have me worried sick."
"I can't pretend today," the confession comes out of her, bare enough for him to worry again. "This round goes to your offspring."
He laughs for real this time. "Okay." His thumb brushes her cheek before he bends to press his mouth to the corner of hers. "Take a breather then, Mayweather."
She hmmed. "I'll be back in the ring tomorrow."
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December Prompt 4: state
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Dec 4, 2021
They used to bundle up in the winter. That’s because Percy wasn’t the type to touch the thermostat and Annabeth was more of a ‘complain about the cold’ girl than a ‘let’s turn on the heater’ one. So they layered up, bought a couple of those thick Costco blankets before they sold out, and found a cheap space heater for the nights they just couldn’t manage.
Now, because of the baby, they sort of have to run the central heating, even though the system groans when they turn it on and cuts out without fully warming the den.
It certainly makes moments like these easier. The languid, naked pillow talk moments. Because before Charlie, by winter, while the state of undress varied from full on thermal underwear to a stolen FDNY t-shirt, fully naked was not an option.
So, despite the utilities bill, they like to keep the heat on.
Percy thinks about this now and then, especially now, with his favorite, languid, naked pillow talker sprawled on top of him.
“Think you can get that Sunday off?” Her warm breath tickled his neck.
“Yeah,” his hand traveled continuously up and down her arm, “Grady said he’d cover me.”
“Made some kind of deal?”
He shook his head. “They’re cutting me some slack this year.”
“Hm.”
“First Christmas as a father.”
She made a soft noise then lifted her head from her position on his chest, lower lip out, brows drawn together like she was going to cry. “Stop, that’s so sweet.”
He laughed at her expression, trying to coax her back down with a hand in her hair.
“You’re not thinking about that?” He asked.
“Of course I am,” his heart thudded steadily under her palm. “It’s just funny that they’re thinking about it too. And talking about it.”
“What do you think we talk about?”
“Flames,” she answered without hesitation. “Doggy style.”
“It’s our first Christmas as parents,” he reiterated.
“You know she’s not even a year old, won’t remember a thing.”
He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her. “My mom told me she can’t stop buying presents for her. Every time she's in Target.”
Annabeth’s nose wrinkled. “Oh, I don’t get that. I don’t think I have the shopping gene.”
“I think that’s what grandmas are for.”
Percy moved over her.
“Hey,” he smile down at her fondly.
She looked up at him, biting her lower lip.
“You’re gonna let me take a billion pictures?” He brushed his mouth to her cheek.
“I don’t think I could stop you if I wanted to.”
“Good. This stuff only happens once. Gotta take advantage of the moment.”
“I think you already took advantage,” she murmured, then sighed at the sensation of his mouth on her skin.
He looked at the clock on his nightstand. 1:14am.
“That was yesterday. New day, fresh advantages.”
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The Very Essence of Love
A Pride and Prejudice X PJO au
Chapter 18: A Coming Storm
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“Any good business demands time spent in London.”
“A better business would allow me to remain home.”
“You could hardly prefer that,” she found herself leaning forward, towards him, “or believe that to be true.”
He stared at her, mouth parting before he huffed an incredulous laugh.
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December prompts day 1
Ice skating
Dec 1st, 2030
Charlie is already up when he gets home.
Honestly, that should have been his first clue.
But he’s somewhat on autopilot that morning, and mostly glad he didn’t miss his stop on the train ride home. Even gladder that he hadn’t driven to work for that shift, because surely he would have fallen asleep at the wheel commuting on this dim Sunday morning.
He isn’t fazed when he hears someone banging around the kitchen when he walks through the front door at 6:40AM. Doesn’t bat an eye when he sees Charlie toasting Eggo waffles as he follows his usual path; keys on the entry table, dirty travel cup by the sink, upstairs to drop his bag in the bedroom. He answers her chipper “Good morning Daddy,” with an equally affectionate, “Mornin’ Charlie-girl.”
Annabeth is still asleep, leg hitched up to form a protective C around their son, whose knee is bent up to the ceiling, arm flung to the side, body mostly uncovered, and belly rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.
He figures he’ll join them, so he moves quietly, peeling off his outer jacket, toeing off his shoes, the hairs on his arms prickling at the temperature change and sheer goodness of the thought of crawling under the warm blue covers behind his warm blonde wife.
He’s just draped his jacket over the cushioned chair in the bedroom nook when he hears Charlie call him loudly from downstairs.
“Daddy!”
Annabeth stirs.
Charlie calls him again, but this time she’s closer, slipping through the open door before he can go to her. He hears a tired mumble from his wife and shakes his head.
“Daddy.” She wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her front to his.
“Charlie.” He cups her small shoulders with both hands. Annabeth is awake now, turning onto her other side to watch them. Chase stirs now.
“We’re gonna go ice skating.”
He only raises his eyebrows.
“We’re gonna go to the one where Nonnie’s birthday was at.”
“Right now?” He asks. He turns his head to look at Annabeth, who’s getting out from under the covers shaking her head. Chase is pretty much awake now, and nods when his mom asks if he needs to go potty. She helps him down from the bed.
Percy is wrestling the disappointment of the morning cuddle that never was when he looks back down at Charlie. “Is that why you’re up so early?”
“You’re too loud, Char,” Lena sleepily admonishes her sister as she trails into her parent’s bedroom.
Charlie ignores her sister. “Mommy said we could get there early so it’s not as crowded.” The ten-year-old detaches from her dad to scramble onto the bed by the pillows.
Percy sits near the foot of the mattress and Lena follows him without hesitation, climbing into the space at his left.
“How ya feelin’ Lean-Bean?”
“Gonna wear my pink tights because it’s gonna be really cold and I don’t want my butt to freeze off.” She yawns, then leans in close to his side.
“My neither.” He wraps his arm around her, patting her thigh affectionately. She burrows even closer, like she’s trying to fill the space between his ribs. “Maybe I need some pink tights.”
She nods, he feels her head bobbing up and down against his side. “Charlie said she’s gonna skate really fast but I don’t wanna go fast in the beginning. Only when I get more used to skating.”
“Mommy and I will skate fast and you can go slow like a baby with Chase and Daddy.” Charlie is playing with the lattice stitching on one of the throw pillows and only partially paying Lena mind. Percy sighs internally, he’s not mentally ready for a day of the girls antagonizing each other. On ice.
“We’re gonna need to do better than Eggos this morning then,” Percy decides. “What do we want for breakfast?��
“We got chicken nuggets last night because we went to McDonald’s because Mommy almost got into a car accident,” Lena whispers, chewing on the fraying sleeve of her pajamas.
Percy’s eyes go wide. Lena looks back at him and opens her mouth like she’s going to add something else, but she doesn’t. Her head turns and whatever she was going to say dies in her throat with twenty other details that she wants to share with her dad because Charlie hisses her name accusingly.
“Lena–”
“What?”
“You’re such a blabbermouth–”
“No I’m not–”
“You weren’t supposed to say anything–”
“I didn’t say anything–”
“Yes you did you said–”
Percy interrupts. “Okay. Okay. Enough.” They continue to bicker and he raises his voice. “Enough.”
The girls go quiet. Lena drops down from the kneel she’s lifted into in order to confront her sister.
“What is this about a car accident?” Percy asks.
Annabeth opens the bathroom door. All eyes go to her. When she realizes she’s the subject of three keen gazes, her eyebrows go up and she asks, “What?” Chase runs from her legs and Percy helps him into the empty spot on his right side.
“Lena blabbed.”
Lena protests, “No…” And now she looks near tears.
Percy smooths the tangled dirty blonde hair on her head. “Lena, it’s okay. We’re all having a talk.” He eyes his eldest daughter. “Right, Charlie?” She makes a stink face. “A conversation.”
She finally nods, but still adds, “We weren’t supposed to say anything.”
Annabeth went back into the bathroom.
Chase has picked up Annabeth’s phone from the nightstand and now hands it to his dad to unlock.
Percy is feeling simultaneously over and under informed and he can’t bring himself to think about children and screen time before he passes the unlocked phone to the three-year-old and pushes from the bed to follow his wife into the bathroom. He turns back to Charlie and Lena, yanking both of them by the ankle until they’re grabbing at the bedsheets and screaming for him to stop. He lets them go and they scramble from the edge of the bed. “Stop fighting or I’m gonna sit on you.”
They nod together, united against one common foe.
He walks through the bathroom door and finds Annabeth standing at the sink, brushing her teeth.
“What happened?”
She looks at him in the mirror, scrubbing her tongue unhurriedly. She ducks her head to spit.
“Good morning to you too.” Her tone is dry. “How was your shift?”
He pushes off of the door and wraps his arms around her shoulders from behind. “Good morning.” His cheek presses to the side of her head.
“We’re going ice skating today," he begins. "McDonald’s for dinner yesterday, Lena’s wearing her pink tights." He ticks through the morning revelations like items on a grocery list. “And you guys were in an accident?” He says the last part softly, voice cracking at the end.
“Almost in an accident,” she amends in a murmur.
He remains quiet, and after a moment she curls her hands around the forearm pressed tight against her heart and explains what happened. The car that didn’t stop. Breaking so, so hard in the middle of a left turn. Swerving to the right so the car behind doesn’t rear-end them.
He listens, emphasizes how glad he is that they’re okay, presses his mouth to her temple. Silence falls between them and he adds, “Don’t dwell on it."
“I couldn’t sleep last night.”
“I bet.” He squeezes her reassuringly. “It’s a terrible thing to think about, all the ‘what ifs’.” He presses a kiss to her temple again and reiterates. “Don’t dwell on it.”
“I took them to McDonald’s because it was right there and I was too shaken up to drive.”
He nods and offers, “At least it wasn’t a Denny’s.”
She makes a disgusted noise, “I hate Denny’s.”
She turns in his arms, “And the ice skating is because I needed them to think about something else.” She tips back to look him head on and explains, “Charlie wouldn’t stop talking about it and Chase and Lena seemed pretty scared.”
“So ice skating was part of the gag order?” His tone is teasing.
“There was no gag order. Only a promise to let me say something first.”
“Too bad Lena is… Lena,” he says with a grin.
“And I needed us to do something together, as a family,” she adds. “Something fun and memorable for the holidays. Especially after that.”
“Yeah.” He nods.
“You should bring your camera.”
He nods again in agreement. She looks into his eyes, head tilting to the side as she tries to figure out his mood.
He knocks his forehead against hers and admits, “I’m not gonna be able to sleep tonight.”
Her laugh is quiet and understanding. “Hypocrite.” He joins her in laughter. “Don’t dwell on it,” she imitates his low voice.
“You traumatized me,” he accuses.
“If I’m traumatized, you better be traumatized.” She lets him go with one more lasting squeeze, heading for the bedroom door and the other three chambers of her heart behind it.
“Me and you,” he calls out. She looks back to see him tip his chin to her in a show of camaraderie. “Trauma bonded since ‘05.”
Her head falls back as she laughs.
#december prompts challenge#mypjofic#percabeth#percy and annabeth#percababies#percy jackon and the olympians
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The Very Essence of Love
A Pride and Prejudice X PJO au
Chapter 17: Breakfast Introductions, Dinner Revelations
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“Ah, cousin, he has that look.” Mrs. Dare addressed Miss Chase, who was standing not far from them at all.
“What look?”
“When men first realise I am armed with a kiss of death. Then wonder if they are my next victim.”
Miss Chase frowned deeply before walking closer, though still not joining their conversation.
“Don’t worry, sir,” Mrs. Dare said with a wink, “I think I will spare you.”
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The Very Essence of Love
A Pride and Prejudice X PJO au
Chapter 14: Leaving
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She brought her hand up from his shoulder and touched the tip of her thumb to the scar on his chin but that wasn't enough. So she caressed his jaw in her hand. He was warm, and not quite smooth and he smiled as he turned and pressed his mouth to her palm. Her fingers tangled in his hair and her heart beat double at the look in his eyes when she massaged his scalp.
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#tvel#mypjofic#p&p x pjo au#percabeth#percy jackon and the olympians#the very essence of love#percy and annabeth#this one is a wee bit of a monster#this is also the final chapter of Part 1: Linlithgowshire
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Remember how I was gonna write a choose your own adventure drabble?
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“Turning off the lights.”
Percy grunted his approval.
Annabeth hits the light switch before feeling her way to the bed in the darkness. Her dorm room is small; not enough space to get lost, but more than enough clutter to injure a kneecap.
She finds the twin bed with no new bruises and climbs in. Percy is wedged against the wall, laying still enough that she figures he’s close to asleep.
Still, she has to ask, before he’s lost to the world.
“Did you set an alarm?” She pulls her half of the covers and fixes them around her, tucks them under her chin. “You have to be back in New Rome by nine.” They’re on their sides, facing each other.
Percy rubs his nose. “Hmm.”
“Bailey won’t be happy if she sees you here.” She can feel him nodding against the pillow. “She won’t say anything to you, but she’ll say something to me when you're gone.” She’s referring to her roommate, a sophomore like them, a mostly polite poli sci major, whose bed is three feet from hers and empty for the night.
Annabeth exhales after his lack of response, then settles in to finally sleep. Her eyes are closed when she comments, “We should just move in together. After this year.”
“Mmm.” She can’t tell if he’s even awake.
“Yeah?” She prods.
Percy inhales deeply, like he’s finally waking to the conversation. “Nah.” He moves closer, his words are warm on her neck. The breath from his nose tickles her ear. “I don’t think so… Do you think we should…?”
“You don’t want to live with me?” Her eyes remain closed.
“You want to live with me?” He’s awake now.
“I see.” She turns away, more tired than mad really. She yawns. “No more booty calls then.” She tucks her hand under her head.
“What?” He draws her a little closer by her waist. “It can’t be a booty call if I’m your boyfriend.”
“Anything after midnight is a booty call.”
He’s quiet.
“You haven’t thought about it?” She whispers this, voice softening with fatigue.
“Not really, I guess.” There’s silence and she thinks he’s fallen asleep until he adds, “Honestly not ready for you to see all my bad parts.”
She snorts quietly. “You think I haven’t already?”
He makes a noise, like he’s starting to say something, then he cuts himself off. Finally, he just says, “I don’t think you have.”
She’s so quiet that he thinks she’s fallen asleep.
Then.
“I want all of your parts. Even the shit ones.”
He swallows a hard something that’s lodged in his throat. “I can’t keep those to myself?”
“No.” Exhaustion pulls her from him. “Those are the parts I need the most.
She falls asleep. He doesn’t need an alarm; he lies awake until the sun rises a few hours later.
#mypjofic#choose your own adventure#it’s everything you asked for#domestic bliss…#ish#college era…#saucy…#right?#😈#domestic angst
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The Very Essence of Love
A Pride and Prejudice X PJO au
Chapter 16: Welcome to Edinburgh
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From her seat at the chaise she cried, “Mr. Jackson, if only you had come out! Everyone else had the opportunity to be introduced to the viscount!”
“For shame!” He matched her volume. “I will manage my disappointment as best as I can–”
Leo snorted into his teacup, setting it on the table as he began to cough.
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December prompts day 2
"You shouldn't have."
Dec 2nd, 2020
“You shouldn’t have.”
“It’s too late,” Iris said. Iris smiled at the blonde in her screen. “Think of it as an early Christmas gift.”
Annabeth, the young and brilliant woman who had walked into the firm years ago with a point to prove (and has since proven it, many times over) sighed in defeat.
“I’ll have to return the favor.”
“And I’ll say ‘thank you’ like a good gift recipient.”
The younger woman’s head dipped for a moment before she looked back into the webcam. Iris remembered how long it took the architect on her screen to let her make a cup of coffee for her, how more than a year had passed before she even had a conversation with Annabeth that wasn’t work related. The way Annabeth had walked in on a Wednesday with a wedding ring, no vacation days to follow, no pictures to pass from fawning hand to fawning hand, only to mention in passing a few months later how she and the dark haired man she'd brought to the Christmas gala had married in the courthouse next to the library they were remodeling. This conversation, and the alteration of her work email (annabethchase to annabethjackson) had be the only indictors at the time of Annabeth's change in relationship status.
She’d like to think of herself as a friend to the younger woman, it was just her and Ed, the civil engineering consultant, who had somehow inched their way up from coworker to something more, who had wormed their way ever slightly into the mysterious life of Annabeth Jackson.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m good. Really good. I’m so happy to be home right now without having to worry about going in or…” Annabeth looked at something off camera. “Or explaining anything.”
“Timing is everything,” Iris said, watching Annabeth’s expression morph into something bright, almost playful. She looked utterly her age. And plainly focused on something else, not their work call.
“Yeah…” Annabeth was visibly attempting to tamp down a smile, top teeth biting into her lower lip, but it was to no avail. Even when those gray eyes darted back to the screen, one shoulder shook with barely contained laughter.
Iris smiled knowingly. “Okay.” She dropped both hands on her thighs with finality. “Where’s that handsome husband of yours?”
Annabeth’s eyes landed on something off screen again.
“He’s right here. Being a nuisance.” She tilted almost out of frame. “Percy?”
A moment later, man in a gray crew neck entered the picture.
Iris smiled wider. “Hello there, mister.” He had something in his left hand, which he kept tucked behind his leg.
He gave her a boyish wave with the other hand. “Hi. Thank you for the gift basket. And the letter.” He rubbed the back of his neck as his mouth turned up in a self deprecating grin. “Both of us cried like babies reading your message.”
“Good.” She leaned closer to the screen so he was sure to see her sternly raised eyebrow. “Are you taking good care of her?”
“I hope so.” His chin dipped so he could look at his wife. “What do you think?”
Annabeth, whose eyes hadn’t left him since he’d come to her side, nodded then answered, “He’s doing alright. I think he could be more generous with the foot massages.”
Iris laughed at the surprise that dropped the man’s mouth wide open.
“You’re just tryna make me look bad in front of your coworkers.” He moved a loose strand of Annabeth’s hair off of her neck.
“Iris is my friend and she deserves the truth.”
She couldn’t help the zing of pleasure she felt hearing that. Saving it for later use (to gloat to Ed), she cleared her throat. “I don’t want to be the cause of any problems.” Both of them started to dismiss her concerns but she waved them off. “I’m due to meet with Evan in a minute so I’ve got to disconnect. Anyway, I know there’s all these new contraptions for newborns, but sometimes the old stuff is the good stuff, and they’ve got some sweet memories and lots of love in them, too.”
“It means a lot, Iris. Really.” This was from Annabeth, whose hand was now resting on the rise of her stomach. Iris lingered on the sight for a moment. The Annabeth she knew, the architect, her coworker, her friend, was sharp: a visionary, purposeful and stubborn and decisive. Iris was curious, excited as well, but mostly curious to see her in this new role. Mother.
“Alright.” She let the thought go. “Percy, it’s good to see you, take care of yourself out there.”
“Always.”
“I’ll see you both.” She gave them a two handed wave through the screen. Both of them waved back. Then–
–Annabeth Jackson has left the call.
#december prompts challenge#i have fallen behind#thats okay though#mypjofic#percy jackson#percabeth#percy and annabeth#percy jackon and the olympians
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