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heroes-of-olympus-next-gen · 2 years

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This isn't a baby shower

Events that took place during Annabeth's baby shower.

Annabeth never thought that she would form a friendship with Rachel Elizabeth Dare. At one point in her life, she was her mortal enemy as she had managed to catch Percy’s attention. And for her 15-year-old self that was a crime punishable with death. But for her 27-year-old self, Rachel was one of her closest friend, living in the same city and all that.

“Rachel, I don’t want a baby shower.” Annabeth insisted on the phone.

“It isn’t a baby shower. It’s more like a gathering where we can all give you our gifts for your babies and spend time with you.”

“That’s pretty much the definition of a baby shower last time I checked.”

“Annabeth.” Rachel said in a more serious tone.

“Rachel.” She replied. “I’m 26 weeks pregnant with two babies that enjoy kicking me day and night. A party is the last thing I need right now. I don’t have the energy for it.”

“You’re glowing!” She insisted.

“I don’t feel like it.”

“I’ll take care of everything. I promise. I can invite anyone you want. Consider it my present to you.” Her friend pleaded her.

Annabeth thought about it for a moment. Percy had also subtly mentioned how he wanted to throw a party before their babies came along with family and friends. But he knew how she felt, so he wouldn’t say anything to her. “Fine. We’ll organize a party.”

The gathering was more fun than Annabeth expected. Rachel did as she promised. No cheesy games or dumb décor. Just friends and family all together before Annabeth gave birth. She was in a good mood when deciding who to invite. She even included her father and stepbrothers. Her stepmother didn’t join them as she was ‘sick’ and didn’t want to risk making Annabeth feel ‘unwell’.

Percy was overlooking everyone from afar. He was mostly focused on Annabeth who was laughing over her conversation with Katie and Malcolm. Thalia slid next to him leaning against the wall. He was a bit surprised that she actually managed to come. She had been absent in the past few years, that he didn’t count her in most events anymore. “I’m excited to see you changing a lot of dirty diapers in the near future.” She teased him.

He leaned on the wall next to his friend. “Annabeth and I ARE going to have a hell of a lot of diapers to change. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.”

“If I hear that Annabeth changed a single diaper, you’ll never hear the end of it.” Thalia told him.

“Is this a threat?”

“Yes.” She replied with a threating look.

“Okay.” Percy laughed. “We aren’t going to have an issue. I wasn’t planning on letting Annabeth change diapers. She’ll push them out. I’ll do my part with my parts.”

“Good. I still have a tiny bit of faith in the male gender.” Thalia cleared her throat and looked at his side. Then she did something even more unexpected. She hugged him. “I’m happy for the two of you. You deserve peace. Your kids will be lucky to have you as their father.”

“You think I’ll make a good father?”

“Definitely. You’re a better man than our fathers were. Or will ever be. Which says a lot as they are immortal.” She paused and took a breath. “I know that I never give you any credit, but you’re a great guy. I just want you to show the old fuckers how great fathers are supposed to be.”

Thalia’s expression said it all. They both had a hard time growing up. Thalia a little harder as she wasn’t lucky enough to have a good mortal parent. She had joined the hunt to make sure that she would always feel the rush and be part of a pack. Of a sisterhood. Percy respected her a lot. And her saying, and actually meaning it, that she believed that he would be a great father, meant a lot for him.

He was afraid of becoming a father and bringing life into the world. He was blind. He didn’t have a clue on how he was supposed to raise someone else. He didn’t have a great fatherly figure, someone to imitate or give him advice. His father was stuck being a Greek deity. His ex-stepfather used to beat him up. Kicked and punched him. Abused him verbally and made him feel like a zero. That was how he grew up. And for the longest time he believed what Gabe was saying to him.

But Paul came into his mother’s life and changed his perspective on different points of life. His current stepfather was always praising and supporting him. Although he was sixteen when he married his mother, he never excluded him from the family. Percy felt like Paul was actually proud of him and was the only normal father he had in his life. After telling him and Sally that Annabeth was pregnant, he sat down with him and reassured him that everything would be alright, and that he would be right there for anything he needed. That talk alone reassured Percy that things would work out in the end.

“I will be. But you’re forgetting something.”

“What?”

“My kids will also have a killer aunt.”

“Who’ll always let them know how lame their dad was younger.”

“I wasn’t lame. I was really cool actually.”

“I have evidence that show otherwise.” She stated. She looked over at Annabeth and then back to Percy. “I’ve been thinking of showing up more often. If that’s okay with you and Annabeth.”

“Works just fine with me.” He smiled.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She warned him, her brows scrunching together.

“Like what?”

“You know how you look with that stupid smirk on your face.” She spatted. “You want me to say it? I’ll say it. You and Annabeth are the only family I’ve got left. And I want to be around your kids. Although someday they’ll be older than me.” She slowed down at the last part.

“Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. I’m having the time of my life in the hunt. I love the rush and the feeling of being infinite.”

“There was a time when you were older than me.” He grinned at the thought of it.

“I hope your kids don’t get the sense of humour you think you have.” She rolled her eyes at him.

#percy and annabeth #hoo #pjo #pjo next gen #percy jackson #percy jackson headcannons #percabeth #percababies #annabeth chase #percy jackson fic #percy pjo #percabeth babies #percabeth family #percabeth fanfic

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helpallthenamesaretakenblog · 3 months

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Waiting for a scene in pjo s5 where zeus declares that as a reward for saving olympus, percy will be rewarded with the gift of immortality, receiving the greatest gift of all-being a god, and in the heat and tension of the moment, percy with blood on his face, torn clothes, trembling, stutters “a-a god? Like jesus?”

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demigods-posts · 13 days

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headcanon that when estelle is old enough. percy and annabeth take her trick or treating. and estelle dresses up in the loudest colors she can find. and claims she an international super spy. and percy and annabeth accompany her while wearing tuxedos. claiming that their her bodyguards.

#estelle wants to be an internation super spy bc she watched the backyardagains with annabeth #and annabeth insisted on teaching her how to incite fear in her enemies #and percy teaches her how to sword fight with styrofoam #so estella also has a makeshift styrofoam dagger attatched her hip on halloween #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #pjo headcanon #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth headcanon #percabeth + estelle #they're the cutest trio #parents on the streets mistake estelle for their daughter #and percabeth has to force down the excitement at the implication that they look like a family

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lilislegacy · 2 months

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my little headcanons (pjo) - part 2

percy teaches annabeth’s little brothers how to “sword fight”

obviously they’re using toy swords, and the boys are absolutely terrible at it. but annabeth thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever. percy becoming like a cool big brother to matthew and bobby really helps to decrease the tension when they first start regularly visiting annabeth’s family when they’re in college. percy tries to teach them some real greek fighting, but it ends up being more like pirate play fighting - which percy actually finds fun lol. and it’s even cooler to the boys since percy is the son of the sea god, and is kind of like a pirate himself. when he tells him he can control sailing ships and has fought real pirates, they freak out. they absolutely love him, and it helps annabeth grow closer to her brothers.

#my little headcanons #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #the chase family #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus

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shadowqueendiangelo · 2 years

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you just know the ship is god-tier if it’s hetero and manages to thrive on tumblr.com of all places

#off the top of my head we have #percabeth #twiyor #damianya #bellarke #kanej #huntlow #percy jackson #pjo #sxf #spy x family #loid x yor #the 100 #bellamy blake #soc #toh

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autisticlancemcclain · 4 months

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The ship was shaking like a kid holding a goldfish bag.

It was not, in case you were wondering, a good time.

Keith grit his teeth, planting his boots on the ground and half-walking half-climbing over to Allura, who was paler than Keith had ever seen her. The grip she had on her podium was tight enough to drain the blood completely from her knuckles. Despite his own fear, Keith’s heart softened for her.

“How is it looking?” he asked, shouting over the noise of a thousand asteroids and a million laser strikes. All while their lions sat, drained of quintessence, locked in their hangars

One goddamn thing after another. Jesus.

“It is looking bad,” Allura shouted, not taking her eyes off the space in front of her. “I can’t – Coran, I can’t hold it on my own!”

Coran looked back at her grimly. He had probably the most success keeping upright – seriously, was it posture or did he have a steel rod anchored to his back at all times – but even he was struggling against the whipping and shuddering of the massive castleship, attention focused on the controls. Trying to keep the shield up as well as possible, trying to get their own defenses running. Trying, as always, to keep the castle going, even when the odds were a million to nothing.

“You can,” he encouraged. The effect was less encouraging when a massive asteroid hit the side of the bridge point-blank, throwing him right off the controls and splat into the walls. Despite Lance and Allura’s cries of alarm, he made a startlingly dignified crawl back to the deck controls.

Hell of a man, that advisor.

He continued once he was steady, sweat beading on his brow but gaze soft and assuring. He waited for Allura to meet his eyes, then nodded, once. “Focus, girl. Hands on the spheres. Mind cool on the exhale. However we need to get out of this – you can guide us. Make your decision. Your team is behind you.”

“Yeah!” Pidge cheered, lifting her fist in emphasis from where Shiro held her steady, eyes trained on her computer screen. Blaring red lines of code Keith could not pretend to read flashing rapid speed in front of her, and she typed back at it just as fast, keeping their crackling systems at bay. “You got this!”

Allura breathed out. The tense line of her shoulders softened, just slightly, despite the ongoing chaos. She lifted her hands and rested them, gently, on the podium spheres as Coran instructed. They glowed.

“We retreat,” she decided, nodding to herself. “We’re already low on quintessence, standing to fight will drain us dangerously. We must get to safety if we are to survive with our home intact.” She bit her lip, eyes opening. “But, uh, full disclosure, I have enough strength in me to open a wormhole and that is About It. I will be out of commission the moment it closes.”

Hunk shrugged. “We’ll catch you, then.”

“Try not to wormhole us into a black hole,” Shiro suggested, smiling slightly. “We’ll manage anything else, Princess.”

She laughed slightly, thankfully, but within seconds called out for everyone to brace themselves. Keith did as she heeded, or he tried to – but the castle got hit as he tried to crawl back to his seat, sprawling him on the floor. He glanced over at Allura, panicked, but her eyes were already glowing, and the space in front of them was already starting to warp. He swallowed roughly, squeezing his eyes shut. The floor was shaking too badly for him to get his bearings. He couldn’t get his feet under him, couldn’t stand, couldn’t dream to crawl to his seat. He stilled, resigning himself – he didn’t know exactly what would happen if he wasn't strapped down and protected during a wormhole jump, but it couldn’t be good. He had to hope for the best.

“God,” sighed a voice to his left, “you’d die without me, Dropout.”

A hand clenched the back of his jacket and yanked, pulling him tumbling onto another body. Quick as lightning a seatbelt was stretched over him, clicking into place just as the space in front of the castle finally warped, bright blue, and the entire bridge lit up so bright Keith was blind with it.

When the light finally died down, Keith was half-convinced nothing had changed. The castle stopped shaking, but instead it was plummeting, hard and fast, controls dead and energy gone, towards the surface of a planet.

“Someone catch Allura!” Coran shouted, and on queue the princess’ eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped forward. Luckily, Hunk had been more prepared than the rest of them, seatbelt already off and arms extended to catch her. He carried her back to her seat, buckling her in carefully, and strapping himself in next to her. Wise move – trying to crawl back to his own seat, fighting against the G-forces, would be near impossible.

There was a click, and then a shove, and then Keith got to feel those G-forces firsthand.

“What the hell!” he demanded, barely managing to catch himself on the arm of the blue paladin’s seat. “I coulda brained myself!”

Lance shrugged, playing for innocent, but a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. Keith could’ve strangled him. “What? Thought I’d let you get back to your own chair. You're welcome for saving you, by the way.”

“Some saving, jerk! We're still falling!”

“Yeah. Personally, I would find somewhere to buckle up.”

“You’re so annoying,” Keith growled, and it was by spite alone that he managed to stomp back to his own seat and buckle himself in. He was bright red, anger making him hot – Lance always made him like this, so furious he could barely blink. One day they’d be making progress, working together like a dream, wiping the floor together, and the next it was like a switch was flipped. Like Lance was reminding himself that he and Keith could never get along. It was ridiculous, and Keith couldn’t for the life of him understand it. Was he so bad?

“Incoming!” Pidge shouted, shaking Keith back to himself. Her screen was now linked up with Coran’s, the only two things on in the entire castle – electronics seemed to come alive when Pidge touched them – and diagrams of the castle systems were blaring red, flashing with symbols Keith didn’t know, but recognised as bad. “The nav and power systems are down! It’s not safe to get anyone back there to force them back on manually, but I think I can get steering up in a sec. Shiro, I need your arm for power. Hunk, keep on Allura, make sure she’s upright when we crash, we don’t want a spinal injury. Lance, Keith, I’m turning steering over to you guys. Don’t fuck it up.”

Despite their bickering, both of them nodded. Neither of them particularly wanted to be turned into paladin pancake anytime soon, so they could collaborate for one thing.

Seconds after Pidge spoke, a screen flickered to life in front of Keith. Stats blinked back up, glitching rapidly as they translated themselves into words and symbols Keith could understand. The hologram shifted and expanded to its usual 3D model, joystick in the middle, thrusters and controls to his left, a screen with Lance’s comm line to his right. In his little screen, Lance met his eyes, eyebrows raised in question. Keith nodded. Together, they wrapped their hands around the joysticks, breathed out, and let their minds fuse.

As always, it was a freaky feeling. Imagine the weird, shuddery feeling you get when you say the same thing as someone at the same time, voices layering, tone mixing, for a moment your own voice and the voice of a stranger synching into one. The weird, deja-vu-but-not of it, the uncanny valley feel of recognising your own voice but…different.

Then multiply that freakiness by a hundred, and you still won’t quite get it.

On some levels Keith was aware that he was his own person. He knew his name, knew his hands, knew his history – or well, some of it. Nothing about himself had changed.

But at the same time, he was also Lance Esposita-McClain. He knew his name, knew his hands, knew his history, more of it than he could ever get from shared stories or mind melds. There’s no telling the way your sister’s arm feels hooked around your neck for the sixth noogie in as many minutes. There’s no explaining the way your breathing only gets calm with your feet in the saltwater. There’s no describing the curve of your mother’s smile. Nothing Keith was seeking out – no memories he would even know to look for – but they were there, simmering, triggered by a smell or the crook of his finger in a particular way. Memories stored in the body and the soul and the senses, not in the brain, shared when two consciousnesses become one.

Lance’s mind was hyperspecific. It complemented Keith’s well, with all his flitting, quick detail-oriented observance. As Keith jumped from angle to angle, noticing the planet’s curve, the pull of its gravity, the heat of its atmosphere, Lance zeroed in on an island, one of the only ones big enough for them to land. While Keith kept their craft in control, steering along the air currents, Lance kept them directed, single-minded focus on a stretch of rocky beach – not exactly a soft landing, but not a lot of living things for them to destroy when they crash. (Keith would’ve chosen to land in the meadow. Crushing frogs and bugs or whatever is never something on his top priority list of things to avoid. But he didn’t argue when Lance nudged them towards what is about to be a very bumpy landing.)

“Brace yourself!” he shouted, not daring to look away to make sure his friends were buckled. Trusting that they were, he held his position, letting them plummet, coming closer and closer to splatting on the planet’s surface before finally yanking on the joystick as hard as he could. He felt Lance’s strength twist and tangle with his own, and together the two of them levelled the castle almost parallel with the ground, letting them glide on their own velocity until they slowed down enough to let the bottom of the craft brush against the rocky outcrop.

It was the most turbulent landing Keith has ever felt, except maybe that time he and Lance crashed blindfolded into a sand dune, and every bump on the ground gave him whiplash. When the castle finally hit the ground for good, dragging them a gauge in the ground for several miles as friction finally slowed it to a stop, the leftover inertia yanked Keith forward so roughly the buckles of his seatbelt made something crack in his ribcage. When the castle finally stopped he got slammed back into his chair so hard he was almost surprised he didn’t fall right through the impenetrable material.

It took a minute for everything to hit. His connection with Lance had been severed the second they hit the ground, too focused on being, y’know, crashed to keep holding on. After the shock of being tossed around like dice in a cup wore off, which did not take long, Keith’s body made it very clear that yeah, no, armour actually only does so much, and crash landing is one of those things that’s just bound to hurt. His skull pounded. At least one of his ribs was most definitely cracked. His wristed and knuckles ached from the strain of holding up the entire weight of the castle as he’d steered it. He was alive, obviously, but – Jesus. Being alive sucked.

“Sound off,” croaked Shiro from somewhere left of him.

“Ugh,” groaned Pidge. “Screw you, Keith, I hate it when you drive.”

“Next time I’ll be sure to let us crash,” Keith responded flatly.

“Um, you did, bozo, I asked you to land us –”

“The castle was dead! What did you expect me to –”

“Allura and I are both fine,” Hunk interrupted. Amusement lined his voice. “She’s still out, but she’s breathing fine, and I didn’t let her hit anything on impact. She should still get checked out, though.”

“Roger that,” Coran agreed. “Ease your worries, Number Two, you did well. I will have her in the MedBay as soon as our systems are up and running again.”

“Oh, whew, that’s a relief, because I didn’t want to say anything but she kinda jammed her elbow into my sternum by accident and I’m not blaming her or anything since she’s unconscious but I think my spleen may be a little dead, not a huge deal I’m sure but –”

“Everyone quiet!” barked Shiro. “That’s six accounted for! Who’s missing?”

Immediately, heart pounding, Keith whipped to his right. His stomach dropped. The Blue Lion Command Chair was empty – seatbelt torn somewhere on the shoulder, cracked helmet overturned carelessly on the seat. The crisp blue and white lines were marred by a small splash of red. Panic clawed its way up Keith’s throat, and he was out of his seat before he could register unbuckling his own straps, looking frantically around the bridge.

“He’s here somewhere,” Pidge fretted, “he couldn’t’ve just disappeared –”

Coran had a gloved hand clenched in his hair. “The windows and walls should be almost impenetrable, there is no way the crash broke them enough to let someone in –”

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck –”

“Guys,” a soft voice interrupted, and Keith could’ve collapsed with relief. The castle has been flipped sideways during the fall, floor suddenly now 90 degrees, and standing at the side of the control board, now the very high top, was Lance. For whatever reason he had climbed it while they bickered, and now stood very still, gloved hand pressed to the glass of the windshield. Blood trickled from his temple, tracing a line down the side of his face, disappearing in the neckline of his armour. “We got company.”

Shifting gears – Keith was about to tear him a new one, when Shiro says sound off you sound off – but froze when he looked out the window, following Lance’s gaze.

Marching towards them, in numbers Keith couldn’t pretend to count, was an army.

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part two

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mydairpercabeth · 4 months

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Annabeth lost Percy twice in the same day, both times he was saving her. The last time someone did that for her was Thalia. STOP TRAUMATIZING MY BABY PLEASE

#my girl has ATTACHMENT ISSUES #POOR BABY #SHE LITERALLY HAS NO ONE BUT HIM AND GROVER #THEYRE HER FAMILY #SOMEONE HELP #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson the lightning thief #pjo #pjo tv #percy series #pjo tv show #pjo hoo toa

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lyralee333 · 20 days

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Perseus “No one touches her!” Jackson.

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significant-ace-nnoyance · 4 months

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annabeth "my grand plan is that i will be remembered/and someday soon someone will notice me" chase

percy "i swear i swear that im a good kid. all i need is one last chance to prove im good enough for someone" jackson

#the way both songs are about their overall issues and their fatal flaws and their traumas on TOP of also paralleling each other im-#percy only seeing himself as worthy and valuable if hes useful to someone else #annabeth only seeing herself as worthy and valuable if she leaves a legacy to be remembered above all others #but also both of them just wanting to be seen #percy genuinely is a good kid who tries so hard but bc of fundamental institutional issues (neurodivergence / son of poseidon /etc.)#no one besides sally really sees him #and annabeth has been invisible and forgettable to so many people in her life (her mom / dad / stepmom+siblings / athena / thalia / luke)#she has no friends and family who really understand all of her and appreciate ALL of her #enough to stay #enough to not leave her behind once she doesn't serve them anymore #once she doesn't fit into their narrative #EXCEPT FOR PERCY MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON #THEY BOTH WANT TO BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR SOMEONE TO NOTICE THEM AND TO STICK WITH THEM EVEN WHEN IT GETS HARD #AND THEIR IDEAS OF WHAT CONSTITUTES 'GOOD ENOUGH' RESULT FROM THEIR FATAL FLAWS AND THEIR WORLDVIEWS AND UPBRINGINGS #AND NOW THEYVE FOUND EACH OTHER AND THEY HAVE A SOULMATE WHO WILL LITERALLY NEVER GIVE UP ON THEM #im losing my mind #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackon and the olympians #percabeth #pjo #percy series #pjo <3 #pjo musical #the lightning thief #the lightning theif musical

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heroes-of-olympus-next-gen · 2 years

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Mum, we’re having a baby

Percabeth telling Sally that Annabeth is pregnant.

Annabeth sighed as she put on her coat and pulled her hair into a high ponytail. She was getting nervous about how her parents-in-law were going to take their news. “It’s going to be fine, right?” she asked her husband.

“Of course. It’s my mum, Paul and Estelle. They’ll be happy for us. And we’ll have a full-time babysitter.” Percy replied.

“I’m serious,” Annabeth said trying to hide her smile.

Deep down, she knew that Sally would be very happy, but she was preparing herself in case that wouldn’t happen. But she would never be ready to disappoint Sally. The closest motherly figure she had in her life.

“So am I.” Percy got closer and kissed her.

Annabeth crossed her arms and arched her eyebrow. “I’m a hormonal mess and you’re making jokes. I’ll tell your mom on you.” She complained. In the past few weeks, she started noticing her body changing, which wasn’t something she was a big fan of.

Percy gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.” Annabeth threatened with a big smile on her face.

He guided her to their couch and sat across from her. “Okay. Here’s how it’s going to go. We’re going to tell them that we’re having twins, we’ll cry and reminisce about the old times when we were just eleven and then we’ll eat dessert. Simple. And we’re doing this together. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Alright. But I’m still nervous.”

“Everything is going to be fine.”

The family lunch went like every other Sunday lunch. They talked and laughed and ate a delicious meal. After they finished eating, Annabeth was ready to share their news. “We have something important to tell you,” Percy said and looked at her.

“I’m pregnant,” Annabeth announced smiling.

Sally took a moment to soak in the news. She started smiling. “Really?”

“Yes.” Percy couldn’t take his eyes off Annabeth.

She got up and hugged them both. “I’m so proud of you. You both deserve this.” She said. Annabeth knew that she really meant it.

Paul was also smiling from his seat looking happy about the new family member. He gave both of them a warm look that elevated all of Annabeth’s stress.

“What do you think ‘Stelle?” Percy asked his little sister.

“Can I name it?” Estelle grinned.

“About that.” Percy sat straighter and took a deep breath. “We’re having twins.” He added. “Mum, are you crying?”

“No, it’s just allergies.” Sally sniffed and looked at them adoringly.

“Mum!” Estelle sighed as she couldn’t understand why her mum was so sentimental.

“I’m just really happy.” She exclaimed. “I remember you,” she motioned at Percy, “coming home from Camp and not being able to stop talking about Annabeth. And now you’re married and about to have twin babies. I never thought I’d make it this far.” Percy hugged his mum.

Annabeth knew that Sally’s life wasn’t any easier than theirs. She admired her mother-in-law greatly because of that. She had to witness her parents and uncle dying, her college aspirations leaving her in the first eighteen years of her life. Then she was a single mother in her 20s and stayed in an abusive relationship for over a decade. But despite everything she managed to raise Percy without anyone’s help and achieve her dream of becoming a writer.

Sally put her hand on Annabeth’s shoulder. “You’re going to be great parents. The greatest. Your children will be lucky to have you.”

“Can I still name them?” Estelle asked again.

“Tell us your suggestions and we’ll think about it,” Percy told her.

“I can work with that.” She smiled.

Sally pressed her hands together. “Now it’s time for dessert.”

#percy and annabeth #annabeth chase #annabeth #annabeth chase fanfic #annabeth pjo #percabeth fanfic #percy jackson fic #percabeth #percy jackson #percy jackson headcannons #percababies #percabeth family #percabeth babies

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absolutepjotrash · 4 months

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what is it with the pjo show and pushing people down stairs???

#first percy said annabeth would push him down a flight of stairs to get shit done #then he actually pushed her down a flight of stairs to protect her and grover on the arch #now ares says that he loves his family bc they’re a bunch of backstabbing bitches who would push each other down the stairs if needed #family i suppose #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo tv show #percabeth #annabeth chase #percy jackson and the olympians #grover underwood

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littleblueberryartist · 1 year

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"Mr Jackson how did you get the funding for this impressive facility?"

"My wife is famous :)"

#this is about marine rehabilitation center Percy hc #Annabeth absolutely designed the place #also I contemplated putting “Mr Jackson-Chase”#but then I realised that Annabeth would probably be pretty happy to drop the Chase for Jackson considering her relationship with her family #like it got better! but it wasn't suddenly perfect #pjo #riordanverse #percy jackson #percabeth #aqua's ramblings #I should make a tag for marine rehabilitation center Percy #I have thoughts about this #marine rehabilitation center!percy

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outofmymindbebacklater · 9 months

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while i appreciate the feminism of Annabeth going Chase-Jackson or just keeping her name, Annabeth never felt like she belonged in the Chase family, and Percy and Sally Jackson ARE her family. in my mind she would absolutely change her name to Jackson, and feminism has nothing to do with it

#and!!#Jackson is Sally's maiden name let's not forget #Annabeth's family is Percy and Sally Jackson!!!#and if course it was Thalia and Luke but we don't mention that guy #percabeth #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #yelling into the void

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advent-march · 1 year

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Me when I see a happy, heterosexual relationship: that's so fucking gay

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fakevariety · 16 days

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i had a dream last night that percy realized he has free will and started cursing everybody out and when anybody called him out he'd scream "BITCH I WALKED THROUGH TARTARUS I DESERVE TO SAY WHAT I WANT" and he went running around screaming curses in everyone's face while annabeth trailed after him, fully supporting him and even occasionally throwing in the occasional fuck or bitch

#this is ofc going by them not cursing at all until this point because rick wrote a family friendly series #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth

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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year

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Identity reveal shazamily fic idea:

They're fighting some big bad in a huge cave or throne room or in an air pocket miles underwater (the Rock?) and the league and shazamily are all there, every two stuck in separate areas (magic barriers? Cave ins? Enemies simply not letting them close?).

The roof is starting to collapse. Billy catches it, but with his powers divided, he's struggling. With a time limit before he falls, the battle intensifies.

Mary and her jl partner fells her opponent first, and looks across the room just in time to see him stagger under the crushing weight. She cannot reach him (in time?). They meet each others eyes. The wisdom of Solomon, or perhaps Mary batson, has an idea.

In a crash of thunder, she detransforms, in front of their enemies, and the entire justice league.

With power returned, captain marvel stands a bit straighter. The roof grows heavier. Cracks scatter across the high ceiling.

As Mary is carried to safety, the family understands what they must do.

In conjunction with the league member they were trapped with, they work to defeat their opponents, and one by one transform, each time revealing people too small, too young. The crash of thunder marks each victory. Rubble starts to fall and shake the earth as the league members pull their partners to safety, gathering together by the entrance, bandaging their wounds. All eyes are on Marvel, trapped under a great pillar of stone. (They have been working with him for years now, but each of his family has been revealed to be children. Is he, too?) Each time he raises the ceiling a little higher, and each time it grows heavier as the battles and the ticking clock destabilise the thousands of tons above.

At last, the final group win, and exhausted league members piggy back the last child hero over the rubble.

All are evacuated, but Marvel cannot move. Rapid power transfer and hours of stress have taken their toll, and he needs to transform back as well.

Finally, finally, green lantern and superman reach him, and with their help he is freed, collapsing to the side in relief. No one says a word.

With one final lightning strike, the last member of the team is revealed.

He's twelve years old.

And the league needs to take them all to safety.

#The power sharing mechanics of the shazamily is so interesting to me. And so under utilised.#Detransforming. Revealing yourself and by relation your family as a direct way to save your brother #And I do love incredibly strong characters having to hold the sky to save their friends #You're looking them in the eye and they're saving your life by performing this impossible feat and neither of you are moving #Percabeth do it like no other but we can try #Once read a fic where some league members get trapped under a city in a subway or something during an earthquake and marvel holds the #entire roof + ground + skyscrapers above them up for eight hours until the league can find them without moving a muscle.#And every time I think of cap marvel I think of that. Like. What do you even do after that. Where can you go #dc comics #superman #captain marvel #dc captain marvel #billy batson #shazam #shazamily #mary bromfield #pedro pascal #mary marvel #mary batson #freddy freeman #I'm so sorry I don't know the surnames of Darla and Eugene #Fic idea #story prompt #fic prompt #justice league

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