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anticomedygarden · 5 months

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Annabeth had a complicated relationship with her hair.

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"Ow!" Annabeth whined when Thalia pulled on another messy blonde tangle.

"Sorry," Thalia said, probably for the millionth time. The older girl was kneeling behind Annabeth on the floor of their current hideout and attempting to get the knots out of Annabeth's hair. None of them really knew the last time it had been brushed - probably not since she ran away. "I don't really know what I'm doing here."

"You just gotta unknot it!" Annabeth said. She didn't see why it was so hard; Thalia was 14 and should know how to untangle hair by now. Annabeth did.

Thalia laughed at her, but it sounded strained. "I don't even have a brush, Squirt. Plus, I've never had long hair."

Annabeth's mouth dropped open. "Really?" She thought all girls had long hair at some point.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"I don't really like it. I like yours, though." Annabeth beamed, at least until Thalia tugged again, and she whined.

Suddenly, there was another set of hands in her hair. "Let me help," Luke said.

Thalia put a hand against Annabeth's back, and the younger girl tried not to buck it off. She was independent! "You can try, but I don't know how much better it can get without a wash and a brush."

Luke sighed. "I can at least try."

(Annabeth had never particularly cared about her hair. It wasn't that she didn't like it or anything, she just really didn't have any strong feelings toward it. She liked that it's there, liked the comforting weight and extra warmth in winter, but she'd figured out at a young age that the yellow color did nothing but hinder her in her pursuits, so she didn't bother with it. She could deal with it, but she wouldn't put any extra effort into it.)

When Annabeth left the showers, Percy was waiting on the steps of her cabin, lurking awkwardly.

"What are you doing?" she asked. It was a surprise, to say the least. She would've expected him to be hanging out with Grover or training in the arena. Besides, she had just gotten out of the shower. A blush worked its way into her cheeks.

"I don't know, I thought we could hang out," he said. Then, he caught sight of her fingers tangled in her knotted hair. "What happened?"

Her blush deepened. "It hasn't recovered from the quest yet." And she hadn't had the patience to brush it out in the few days since they'd been back, compounding and compounding the knot until she couldn't get it out if she tried. "I might have to cut it."

"Oh." Percy looked at her funny and stood, then made a move like he was gonna touch her hair. She stepped back on instinct, and he raised his hands. "I can try and get it out."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"

"I can work a brush." He almost sounded offended.

Normally, she would refuse, balking at the prospect of someone touching her hair, but after the quest, she found she didn't mind the thought as much as she thought she would. Plus, the knot was really bad, so he couldn't make it much worse, and it'd save her a lecture from Silena. She shrugged. "Fine."

Then, she went and got her hair brush from her bunk and went back out the door and sat on the step in front of him.

"Holy crap, what did you do to it?" he exclaimed.

She turned to give him a disbelieving look. "I went on a quest! When do you think I had time to untangle it?"

He didn't really look like he believed her, but he didn't say anything else.

"All right," he muttered. The first pull through had her jerking her head back and grabbing his hand behind her.

"Don't try and do it all at once, you'll just make it worse," she scolded. "Start from the bottom."

She felt him gently pull the lower half of her hair and start brushing it. "Sorry."

"It's fine."

After a minute, she relaxed, actually kind of enjoying the feeling. It was nice.

Finally, he finished and handed her back the brush. "I'm done."

"Wait, really?" She reached back to feel her hair and sure enough, it was back to its usual wavy strands, unknotted and flowing. "How'd you do that so fast?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. It probably helped that it's wet. Do you wanna spar?"

Mouth still open, she nodded. She'd have to keep that little affinity of his in mind.

(As she got older, she couldn't help but think that indifference was an asset. Quests certainly didn't provide any time or supplies for hair care. Plus, having Percy around made sure it was wet with dirty water half the time, so why try.)

"Remind me why we're out here, again?" Percy asked as they picked their way through the forest.

"Because Tyson said he smelled something funny," Annabeth answered. "And be quiet, you're gonna scare whatever it is away."

Percy stuck his tongue out at her but stopped talking, and they continued walking through the forest until they heard a sound from a ways away.

They froze. One look and they were heading off toward the noise.

It soon became apparent they were heading for nothing as the ground beneath their feet became squishier and squishier.

Then, there was another noise, and she stopped abruptly.

Too abruptly, apparently, because the next thing she knew, she was face down in muddy swamp water.

Groaning, she didn't stay down long and jumped up, knocking Percy over into the water. (He'd be fine.)

"What the Hades, Seaweed Brain?" she said.

He stood slowly. "Why'd you stop?"

"I heard something," she said, reaching up to get some of the gunk off her face. When she touched her hair, though, she paused. It was soaked through with the brackish water. The only thing that could clean it now was a good shower.

Well. It's not like she really cared all that much.

That was her only consolation as they trudged back to camp.

(She didn't think she'd ever want to chop it off; no, it was a part of her, a part she did kinda love on good days, even if it was a nuisance. And she loved having that connection to Percy, and Silena, in a way.)

"Damn, girl, what did I tell you?" Silena said from her spot behind Annabeth's chair. The older girl was attempting to rescue the blonde mass from its latest adventure, and Annabeth was afraid it wasn't looking too good.

"I was kidnapped by a titan, I couldn't exactly take care of it," Annabeth grumbled, wincing when Silena gave a particularly rough pull. She'd been sitting in this chair for years for the daughter of Aphrodite to cut her hair and just generally take care of it, and she still couldn't stand watching herself in the vanity mirror. She looked away.

"Well, I'm afraid I may have to cut it."

"That's fine," she said. It wouldn't be the first time. She looked at herself one final time to mourn the current length and caught sight of the grey streak. "Wait!"

"What?" Silena said, sounding surprised. "What's wrong?"

"Are you sure you can't untangle it?" she asked.

Silena sighed and picked up the knot of hair again. "I can try, but it'll take a while."

"That's fine," Annabeth said definitively. Hair grew at approximately half an inch per month, but Annabeth wasn't sure how the stress from holding the sky would affect the growth rate or the return to its normal color. However, she wasn't going to hurry the process along, at least, not as long as Percy still had his.

Not that she would ever tell anyone that.

So she sat as patiently as she ever had while Silena untangled her hair.

(Probably the longest Annabeth ever went without brushing her hair was when Percy was missing. Without his fingers to run through it or Silena to pester her about it, she just didn't think of it. Or want to think of it.)

"Okay, no. Come here."

Annabeth looked up from the map she was staring at on a table in Bunker 9 to see Piper walking towards her. "What?"

Leo glanced over from whatever project he was working on with a similar expression of bewilderment on his face. Clearly, he didn't know what Piper was talking about, either.

"Annabeth, your hair. When was the last time you brushed your hair?" Piper asked exasperatedly, steering Annabeth to sit down in a chair.

"I was in the middle of something," Annabeth protested.

"You can go back to staring at that map after I fix this rat's nest," said Piper. "Seriously, I know you have a brush. When was the last time you used it?"

Accepting her fate, Annabeth just shrugged. Her hair was rarely, if ever, on the front of her mind.

When Piper attempted to drag a brush through it, they both winced. "Oh my gods, there's a ponytail in here? How long has that been there? And how long has it been since you washed it?"

Once again, Annabeth shrugged. She honestly had no idea, though, come to think of it, it had been pretty itchy lately.

"Okay, well, that ends now." With that, Piper went to work on the knot, attacking it with the brush. "I'm gonna have to cut the ponytail out."

Annabeth startled. "Wait - the hair or the rubber band?"

"The rubber band," Piper said, causing Annabeth to breathe a sigh of relief. She knew it was stupid, but she didn't want there to be any risk of Percy not recognizing her when they found Camp Jupiter. "Your hair is completely wrapped around it."

Without waiting for a response, she whipped out Katoptris and sliced the rubber band out. Annabeth's hair didn't move much.

"Good lord," Piper muttered. "Here we go." The daughter of Aphrodite then went at the knot with the same vigor as Annabeth going at a training dummy. It did not feel good.

Piper was far less gentle than her sister. Piper was far less gentle than Percy.

Annabeth didn't like that thought, didn't like thinking of the dead, and she really didn't like thinking of Percy as missing.

But when she squirmed to try and get away, Piper gripped her shoulder, keeping her from standing. "Piper, I-"

"Hold still."

"I can do it-"

"But you won't, will you?" Piper said, raising an eyebrow.

Even Annabeth had to admit that she was right, but that didn't make it any easier. "I promise I'll-"

"No," Piper said with finality. However, it was what she said next that rooted Annabeth in place. "Let me do this for you, please."

She paused. It had never occurred to her that Piper might be trying to help in whatever way she could, that she didn't have the mechanical skills to help build the ship or the memories to help try and pinpoint where exactly Camp Jupiter was. "Fine."

"Thank you."

So, she sat there while Piper untangled her hair and only winced every so often.

Finally, probably an hour later, she was done, and they both stood. "Now, you're going to go eat dinner, then you're gonna shower, and then you're gonna go to bed."

Annabeth blanched. "I still have so much work to do."

Piper put her hands on her hips. "And it will still be there in the morning."

They stared at each other, neither one willing to relent, until Leo giggled from across the bunker. "Someone's in trouble."

Piper snorted. "I don't know why you're laughing, Repair Boy, you're going, too."

Annabeth didn't have to see his face to know his mouth had hit the floor. "I never agreed to that!"

Piper's eyes narrowed, and she went to grab Leo from his work bench. "I don't care." She pointed at the door. "Now, both of you, dinner, shower, bed."

There was no way Annabeth would agree to that, not when there was still so much work to do on the ship, maps to study, star charts to examine - really, she didn't have time. "How about dinner and bed, then shower in the morning?"

Piper's eyes hardened from where she was dragging Leo by the collar over to the door, then she pushed Annabeth's back until the blonde was also standing outside the door. "Dinner, shower, bed." She turned around to lock Bunker 9 behind them. "And for the love of the gods, wash your hair. Yes, Leo, both of you."

(Annabeth needn't have worried about Percy recognizing her. She probably could have shaved her head and painted her face to look like Iron Man, and he would recognize her, even in the depths of Tartarus.)

"What do you think of me cutting my hair?" Annabeth asked.

Her and Percy were limping along the Phlegethon at the approximate rate of a Zamboni in a swamp. Pain and soreness had settled into every corner of her body, but Annabeth was somehow thinking of her hair tangled at the back of her neck and stuck to her face with sweat, and how the hell she would fix it if they made it back to the mortal world. (When. When they made it back to the mortal world.)

She barely felt Percy turn to look at her. "I think you should do whatever you want with it."

Aw. She probably should have predicted that. "Come on, tell me the truth."

He paused. "You know I love your hair."

When he didn't say anything else, she pressed her fingers against his waist. "But?"

"But," he started. "But it's your hair."

"I know that," she said with more force than she meant to.

If she could see anything in the dark, she would've seen his brows furrow. "Do you really wanna get rid of it?"

She bit her lip. "No." She couldn't bear to let go of everything it meant to her now, the memories it carried beyond just the grey streak: Thalia, Luke, Silena, Piper, Percy. It was hers to care for, hers to maintain, and she hated that it took Tartarus for her to realize that. "I just don't know how it's going to recover from this."

"Hey," he said, stopping them. "It's gonna be fine. It'll get through it." She gave him a disbelieving look, though she wasn't sure he could see it. "Do you know how I know?"

Her hands fiddled with the back of his shirt where they were wrapped around his waist. "How?"

"Because it's so bright that it's one of the only things I can see right now."

She pressed her face into his chest. "All right. If you say so."

He rested a cheek on her head. "I do."

(Then, of course, there were the practical purposes.)

"Okay, I think I'm finally getting this," Percy said above her.

"Thank the gods."

He had been messing with her hair for about two hours now trying to figure out how to do a French braid. Without technology, his only resource was a book he found at the library, and it wasn't like Annabeth knew how to do it.

Though she may want to learn soon for the same reason Percy was. He was gonna have a little sister, one that, for all intents and purposes, would probably grow up with Annabeth as an older sister figure which was absolutely insane for her to think about. She technically had plenty of experience as a counselor and an actual older sister (though that qualification was debatable), but it was a whole other thing when it was Percy's baby sister.

It was very hard not to think of Silena, and even harder not to think of Thalia. If she was half the older sister to the new little girl that Silena and Thalia were to her, she would have succeeded.

But for now, she could help Percy learn to be a big brother.

(So maybe she did love her hair. Just a little bit.)

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ahecenn · 4 months

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a bed of wildflowers

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post tlo | fluff

summary: Annabeth is bedridden at the Jacksons, and she wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

He laughs, warm and familiar. The kind of quiet laugh, just for her, that sets her heart racing. His joy is like witnessing the sun shine through a rain shower; you can’t help but stare at the simple beauty. There’s something so easy about having Percy in this way. Even when he interrupts her dreamless sleep just to piss her off.

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thekidonherownn · 1 month

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fic masterpost - all percabeth

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oneshots:

you can hear it in the silence (you can feel it on the way home)

one-shot that takes place during tlo, the night after Annabeth gets stabbed. (canon complaint)

can the child within my heart rise above?

This was the last time. They would be over to college by the next morning, this was the last time they’ll ever be at camp as campers. Childhood was over. (canon complaint, set after HoO)

in my dreams (I know I'm gonna be with you)

Percy smelled like the sea on a sunny day, Annabeth had never really noticed it until he disappeared, until his smell was all that was left of him. (canon complaint, set during Percy's disappearance)

you know the hero died (so what's the movie for?)

post-tartarus night on the Argo II. (canon complaint)

I blinked and suddenly I have a valentine

Percy asks her on a sunny day, while brushing out the end of her curls, next to his desk. She sits on a wooden stool similar to his, highlighting a history textbook as he wraps a pencil through her ringlets. Valentine's day oneshot. (canon complaint, set after HoO)

I hate you for what you did (and I miss you like a little kid)

The night of August 18th, camp half-blood was quiet. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. So quiet that it was scary, unsettling even: ‘cause camp never was and never had been quiet in the slightest, not until the night of August 18th, at least. Post-The Last Olympian oneshot. (canon complaint)

I know someday I'm gonna meet her, It's a fever dream

percabeth is revising for Percy's upcoming exam, they fall asleep and Percy has a dream. It gets them thinking of their future. (canon complaint, college era)

It's like you're out to get me

Annabeth Chase hates Percy Jackson.

That's the natural order of things. (canon complaint, set during Botl)

hold on to the memories (I will hold on to you)

Percy and Annabeth host the New Year's Eve party at their new apartment- (canon complaint, college era)

you can start a family (who will always show you love)

Did his dad love him? No, probably not, Poseidon didn’t even know what love was. (canon complaint, college era)

when I'm feeling alone (you remind me of home)

percabeth is out in new york for christmas shopping. (canon complaint, college era)

Sweet Nothing

The one where Annabeth isnt so sure about being a mom, and Percy comforts her. (adult percabeth)

Mine

one-shot about the time Percy gave Annabeth the coral pendant. (canon complaint, set pre tlh)

multi-chapter:

The Bolter

When her dad calls, Annabeth turns off the phone.

They'd always been that way: Frederick writes a letter to camp and she burns it at the campfire, he apologizes to her and she proceeds to cover her ears. (...) Her dad catches and releases her, then, she gets caught and releases herself, breaking free of whatever expectation he ever had for her, or worse, them.

-a deep look into Annabeth Chase's relationships and family dynamics, focuses also on percabeth with flashbacks and flashforwards.

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knuffled · 1 year

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a familiar ache

“But then he came out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, and the second Annabeth locked eyes with him, she knew.

Fuck. It was Percy Jackson.

The spectral hands of memory ripped her out of her body and flung her back eight years in the past. Suddenly, she was thirteen again, stuck in a closet in Stephanie Fuller’s basement, unable to look her crush in the eye. He’d been shorter than her back then, but he still had the same eyes. Sea green and too full of understanding.”

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kazoosandfannypacks · 1 month

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summary: annabeth tries to do the dishes, but percy has other plans in store, and a water war breaks out. word count: 1427 words a/n: i had this idea for a fic. my original pitch for it started with "percy and annabeth are happily married," so i was immediately sold. taglist:@laughingphoenixleader@jedi-nurse {if you’d like to be added to my percabeth/pjo taglist, let me know!}

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The Dishpan Nereids

Annabeth knew what she was getting into when she married Percy Jackson. Marrying a boy with magical powers and ADHD is like buying a t-shirt that says "I LIKE PEOPLE PULLING PRANKS ON ME." She still wasn't entirely sure why he did it, but the pranks were usually harmless anyways, like flushing a toilet while she was using it to startle her, or changing the temperature of her shower without warning.

Annabeth never minded these pranks after the initial shock wore off and she realized what was happening. They never caused any real problems, anyways, and if they did bother her, all she had to do was say so and she knew he'd stop.

Besides, pulling a prank on Annabeth was like signing up for a war, and one person you didn't want to go to war with was a child of Athena.

So maybe Percy should've known better than to turn a simple sunday into a soapy splashdown.

Annabeth was in their kitchen, doing the dishes. It shouldn't've been too hard a task, since there were only two of them, but thanks to the awesome powers of ADHD, they were both skilled at putting off the dishes for as long as possible. As it was, Annabeth was proud of herself for doing the dishes only three days after the last time.

She was lost in thought, having been puzzling over one of the buildings she was designing for Olympus for the last couple weeks, but her thoughts were drowned out by, well, water. Half of the water in the sink jumped out of the dishpan and splashed her in the face.

As the water dripped down her face, she knew what caused this miniature tsunami— or, more appropriately, who— caused it.

"PERSEUS JACKSON!"

She turned around to see him peek his head out the kitchen doorway with a nervous expression. She only called him "Perseus" when he was in trouble. But apparently, even for Annabeth, it's hard to look intimidating when you're dripping wet and have a soap-sud mustache and a soggy lettuce leaf in your hair, because Percy instantly cracked a smile.

Annabeth crossed her arms.

"Anything you'd like to declare?"

"It wasn't me," Percy said, throwing his hands up with a playful look in his eye and that same smile he'd been using to get out of trouble since they were twelve.

"Oh, really?" Annabeth asked, "then who was it?"

"Nereids," he smiled, "the ones that live in our dishpan."

"There's ancient water spirits living in our dishpan?" Annabeth asked, not buying his story for even a moment.

"Oh, sure," Percy said, "they must've just thought you were so beautiful, they couldn't resist jumping out of the sink to give you a kiss. I don't blame them."

He took a couple steps closer to her, but she quickly grabbed the sink sprayer and aimed it at him.

"You have three seconds to run," she said.

"Oh, come on..." he said, tilting his head a little and pulling out the puppy dog eyes.

Annabeth squeezed the sprayer and began drenching him with it.

"I thought you said I had three seconds!" he said, with an upset laugh.

"Oh, it wasn't me," Annabeth laughed, "we must have nereids in the sprayer too."

She watched his expression carefully, knowing he was just a couple seconds away from remembering he was a son of Poseidon and could easily turn her own stream of water against her. As soon as he did remember, Annabeth reacted quickly. She dropped the sprayer, pulled out her invisibility cap and put it on her head. Percy looked around a couple seconds for any clue of where she was.

"That's not fair!" Percy complained as he picked up the sprayer.

"Perfectly fair." Annabeth said. She moved before Percy had a chance to spray her, and came up behind him, "getting into a water war with a son of Poseidon?" she ducked as he turned and tried to spray her, "now that's unfair."

She then stood off to the side, perfectly still, perfectly silent, and perfectly invisible.

Percy looked around the room, feeling around with his hands and spraying aimlessly as he called out things like "Annabeth," and "Wise Girl," and "Maybe if you make yourself visible again we can call a truce," but she was having too much fun with this to give up now. He eventually must've come to the conclusion that she'd left the kitchen, so he did as well, setting down the sprayer and calling to her in a fake singsong voice all the way to the bathroom.

As soon as he left, she pulled a pitcher of water out of the fridge and waited. She could hear Percy calling her name, going farther away, and then closer again, so close he was in the next room, then coming through the kitchen door.

"Annabeth? Are you in here? Maybe if we call it off...."

SPLOOSH!

Annabeth giggled a little and set down the pitcher as the cold water dripped down Percy's face and shirt.

"Let me guess," he said, blinking a few times, as he wiped the water out of his eyes and across his forehead, "Nereids in the pitcher too."

Annabeth took off her hat and crossed her arms, with a smug smile. "Nope. That one was all me."

"Nice one, wise girl," Percy said, with a smile, but I think you're forgetting something."

"Oh yeah?" Annabeth asked, "what's that?"

"That I can still do this!"

The sink behind her turned on with a flick of Percy's wrist, and she yelped as the cold water blasted into her back.

Then she did the wise thing— she ducked, and all that water blasted past where she'd been standing and sprayed at Percy instead, blasting him in the face.

He quickly recovered, redirecting the flow of water to where Annabeth still stood, crouched down on the floor in front of him.

She didn't exactly have the steadiest footing— wet socks and tile floors don't mix well— and the low-pressure water shooting at her knocked her off her feet.

As she resteadied herself, sitting up with a hand resting on the floor, Percy took a step forward. Fortunately for Annabeth, his water powers didn't include immunity to the power of a wet tiled floor, and he slipped, landing on his back in front of her.

Despite how much a fall like that could've hurt, Percy had a smile on his face.

"Ready to call it a truce now?" Percy asked, smiling up at Annabeth.

Annabeth's eyes met Percy's. They'd been through the Underworld, halfway across the globe, to Tartarus and back, battled monsters and titans and gods, and yet, even in quiet, simple moments like these, he still looked at her like he'd never seen anything more incredible in his life.

"Truce," she nodded, holding her hand out to him. He took it, and she pulled him up. Even when he was sitting upright in front of her, he didn't let go of her hand, and they still didn't take their eyes off each other.

"You know why I do these things, right?" Percy said.

"I have a few theories," Annabeth said, "but the prevailing one was that you don't even know why you do these things."

He shook his head, "I never do anything without thinking it through."

Annabeth laughed.

"Okay, I do a lot of things without thinking them through," Percy said, "that's what I have you for. But this is one example where I know what I'm doing."

"And what's that?"

He took her other hand in his and continued. "Sometimes when you're working out something, you get a little lost in your thoughts— so lost that you forget important things, like eating, or sleeping, or remembering where you are, or…."

"Or giving my husband the attention he so desperately craves?" Annabeth asked, raising an eyebrow as she squeezed his hands.

"Well, there's that too."

Looking back at all the breaks she'd taken because of the pranks he'd pulled, she had to admit, they were helpful. She'd always come back after them with a fresh pair of eyes that figured out the problem much faster, and she had him to thank for it.

"And, I guess," Percy continued, "as much as I hate when I fight with you, I love making up with you afterwards."

He leaned forward, hesitated just a moment, then kissed her cheek.

"I like making up with you too," she whispered. "You're my favorite distraction."

"That's convenient," Percy said, with a playful smile Annabeth saw out of the corner of her eye, "'cause you're my favorite distraction too— and right now, I could stand to be distracted."

"Good."

She placed her hand on his cheek, tilting his head just enough that his lips met with hers. His hands found their way to her sides as he pulled her all the more closer to herself. Any other tasks they had to do that day were quickly abandoned, both of them favoring instead to take a break for their favorite distraction.

🌊•🧡•🦉

Annabeth knew what she was getting into when she married Percy Jackson. The way that Percy loved Annabeth was unlike how anyone had ever loved her in her life. Sometimes it came in the big things, like self-sacrifice, and fighting for her when no one else would.

But oftentimes his love for her was found in something as small as starting a water war with her, just so they could make up again afterwards.

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fangirlinc · 1 year

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I’m relapsing into percabeth fanfictions again, drop your favorites below please! I’m desperate!

I am shamelessly begging.

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angloie · 2 years

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— marry me?

genre ; fluff, a hint of angst, themes of marriage/proposals, percabeth! :3

Come to think of it, Percy's never really thought about marriage.

Marriage. A sacred bond of love. The very thought of it— actually being able to marry— was a thought distant to him as it was to a lot of demigods. Every day could be a nightmare. You never know when your last day could be, or your last meal, or a last kiss from your lover could be— so why even bother? Why bother seeking out such things?

Percy struggled to understand it for a long time. He's seen what marriage does to people, he's seen what kind of arguments and fights and anger it brings. It's not like love was something he was distant towards, because Percy knows what love is to him. Love is warm blue cookies. Love is the feeling of fresh air on your skin, the feeling of warmth under the summer sun. Love can be fickle, but it can be sweet too. He knows what love is, and he doesn't need another definition of it.

But when Annabeth Chase comes into his life, Percy thinks he can afford to make a few changes.

He loves Annabeth. He really does. He loves waking up with her, he loves sharing meals with her, and hell, even being in the same room as her can lighten his mood. It hurts him to imagine a loving future, a future where they could be bound together forever with her, only for one of them to not being there to live it— so he won't imagine it at all.

"Have you ever thought about marriage?"

The question comes raw from Annabeth on a lazy sunday morning while they're still in bed. It's seven AM, and small, golden slivers of sun shine through the blinds of their shared room. Birds chirp from the oak trees outside their windows. It's the beginning of a beautiful day.

Percy doesn't want to lie to Ananbeth, so after a beat of hesitancy, he replies with a quiet "...No."

She turns to face him, and he realizes she looks a little relieved. "Me neither." A ghost of a smile graces her lips.

"Well, do you think you... Do you think you would ever want to marry someone?" He asks.

"Only if it's you," Annabeth confidently says with a bashful look on her face. "What about you?"

He's never even thought of it, but the answer comes naturally from his mouth. "Yes." A beat. "Only if it's you," Percy affirms breathily.

And from that day on, marriage is the only thing Percy can think about.

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demigods-posts · 4 months

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i think that percy and annabeth's relationship is so healing for both of them. like, our girl has severe abandonment issues but managed to pull the guy whose fatal flaw is unwavering loyalty. and our boy has severe self-esteem issues but managed to pull the girl who consistently chooses him. i love these two so much.

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timelesslords · 2 years

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9: why are you awake right now? 🫶🏻

send me prompts!

Annabeth’s eyes snapped open, the nightmare she’d been having abruptly cut short. She stared at her ceiling, giving herself a few seconds to adjust back to reality. She was in bed, in her and Percy’s apartment. And Percy was right next to her… except, as she rolled over, she realized he wasn’t.

Her heart rate immediately started to pick up again, even as she did her best to calm it. He’d probably just gotten up to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water or something. She could see light streaming out from under the bedroom door, so he had to be out there.

Still, she grabbed Riptide from Percy’s bedside table before she opened the door.

She needn’t have bothered. The light was from the TV, and Percy was sitting on the couch in front of it, wrapped in a blanket, knees to his chest. He didn’t even seem to notice the door opening, at least not until Annabeth stepped into the room.

“Why are you awake right now?” she asked.

It was a stupid question, and they both knew it. Not in that she knew the answer, exactly— there were a dozen reasons why sleep might’ve escaped him tonight, and none of them were good. Really she was asking if he wanted to talk about it, but the half-shrug he gave seemed to answer that question in a very definitive no.

He wasn’t looking away from the TV either, which was muted and playing what looked to be a YouTube video of someone’s personal aquarium. Fish silently darted around the screen, throwing blue light and shadows over his face.

“Want company?” Annabeth asked. Percy shook his head, but she could tell from the slight grimace on his face that he didn’t really mean it.

“You should go back to sleep. You have work tomorrow,” he said. Annabeth took that to mean he did want company, but didn’t want to admit it. So she sat down on the couch next to him, sliding half his blanket over her lap. Percy sighed, giving her an exasperated look.

“Beth,” he said, “You have to be up in like four hours.”

“That’s why coffee exists,” Annabeth said. “What are we watching?”

“Fish,” Percy said simply. He seemed to have accepted that Annabeth wasn’t leaving, because he scooted closer to her, their sides pressed together.

“Can you hear them?” Annabeth asked. She knew Percy could talk to most sealife, but she wasn’t sure if it worked through a screen or not. Percy shook his head.

“Nah. I wish I could. Their tank looks kinda small.”

Times like these Annabeth wished they lived closer to the ocean. She loved New York, loved being close to Sally and Estelle, and she knew Percy loved the city, but sometimes she thought it might be easier to snap him out of these moods with a little salt water.

“It is a lot of fish,” Annabeth agreed. They were bright and colorful, tropical looking. The camera didn’t show all of the tank, but they were darting in and out of frame enough that it couldn’t be much bigger than what was shown.

Percy nodded listlessly. He looked tired, dark circles running under his eyes. Annabeth had thought he’d looked a little tired the past few days, but it was only seeing him now in the middle of the night that she realized just how exhausted he seemed.

“Have you not been sleeping all week?” Annabeth asked. Percy glanced over at her, a little guiltily.

“On and off,” he admitted, sinking a little lower into the couch.

“Percy, why didn’t you say anything?” Annabeth asked, trying not to sound too scolding, or too dismayed. He just shrugged, still staring at the TV.

“Didn’t want you to worry. Or keep you up with me.”

“Hey,” Annabeth said, nudging him with her elbow, “I wanna know these things. You don’t get to keep them from me because you don’t want me to worry.”

“Beth,” he sighed, but Annabeth wasn’t done.

“If I hadn’t slept a full night in a week you’d want me to tell you,” Annabeth insisted, “right?”

Percy grimaced, probably knowing he was trapped. “Yeah,” he admitted.

“So how is this any different?” she asked.

“It’s not,” he sighed, “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something. Next time I will, promise.”

“Thank you,” Annabeth said, snuggling a little closer to him. He nodded, setting his head on her shoulder.

“You’re very pliable when you’re tired,” Annabeth noted, and she felt the short huff of laughter from him more than she heard it.

“You’re being mean,” he complained, “I’m sleep deprived and you’re bullying me.”

“Guess you’d better get some sleep then,” Annabeth said lightly. Percy just yawned, nodded.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position Annabeth had ever slept in, but she didn’t care. Especially not when Percy’s breaths started to even out, his heart rate slowing and steadying. It was only when she was sure he was asleep against her shoulder that she closed her eyes, letting herself drift off again.

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sydneycooper · 3 months

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Annabeth gave the bead necklace to Percy after the fight with Ares just because the Gods were the biggest threat he'd ever face and my boy's just looking at her like she gave him the goddamn world.

His soft gaze on her will officially be the death of me

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forevfangirlwrites · 2 years

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serendipity

She’s cute, are the first words that register in his mind. Though he doesn’t actually see too much of her face since she’s bent over a notebook with her blonde hair falling forward, blocking most of it.

What does catch his eye, though, is the speed at which her hand flies across the page. It’s as if her hand can’t keep up with whatever is going on in her mind. He only catches a glimpse of her wrinkled nose as she tilts her head up for a second, as if she’s unsatisfied by the way things are playing out.

It’s adorable.

He tries to stifle the small smile as he continues to make his way through the library. He’s only been here a few days and of course his English teacher already has a book for him to read.

“You joined at the perfect time!” Mr. Blofis had said. “We’re just about to start another book.”

He doesn’t think there is ever a perfect time to join when you’re changing schools in the middle of the school year, but he hadn’t said that because Mr. Blofis actually seemed nice.

Finding the book in question, he trudges to the front desk with his newly made library card and checks it out. Even the library card is different, a bright blue instead of…whatever the last one was. It’s interesting how his old life seems simultaneously so close and yet far away.

Obviously, having to move high schools with only a little more than half of his senior year left has been tough, though he tries not to let it show to his mom. They’re better off here, far away from the things that hurt them before. And yet, this small town feels unfamiliar and strange.

He steps out into the cold, the late afternoon sun glinting off a car and blinding him for a moment. The car drives away and he’s left standing there, staring out at the road.

It’s a surprisingly pretty view, the library being located on a slight uphill which draws a nice horizon line.

“Apricity.” He jumps at the sound of a voice beside him and turns to see the girl he saw writing earlier standing right next to him.

“Huh?” is his elegant response.

“The warmth of the sun in winter,” she recites, not even looking at him but out towards the sun moving lower in the sky.

“Oh…I didn’t know there was a word for that.”

She finally turns to look at him and he sees her properly for the first time. She’s really pretty with her curly blonde hair (like some sort of Disney princess) and grey eyes that have an inexplicable depth to them.

“You’re in my English class.”

Is he? He tries to rack his memory of the one full day he’s been in school, but honestly it had been such a blur that he doesn’t remember any of his classmates except for a guy named Grover who had ripped out an extra sheet of notebook paper for him.

“I don’t like that book,” she continues, nodding towards the book in his hand.

“You already finished it?” he asks. As far as he knows, they just got this assignment two days before he joined the class.

She shrugs. “But maybe you’ll like it.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that. But as he’s trying to figure out what to say, she speaks up again.

“Anyway, see ya.”

And then with a small wave, she starts walking down the street without waiting for his goodbye. He stands there for another second, trying to process the encounter. It was strange and he feels a little bad that he didn’t recognize her from class when she clearly did.

Strange, but not awkward. Which maybe makes it stranger. Shaking his head, he starts his own walk towards the new apartment.

And maybe it’s because she’d drawn attention to it, but the cold November winds don’t feel as bad with the sun shining on his face.

-.-

“Percy have you—oh.” His mom’s words stop short when she enters his room to see him sitting on his desk chair with the book.

“What’s up?” he asks, looking up at her. She already looks five years younger ever since they came here, despite the stress of the move. It’s a testament to how hard things had been, and he knows it. But he can tell she’s nervous when she lingers in the doorway and asks questions.

“Is that for your English class?” she asks.

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