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Mrs. O’Leary’s parents are Percy and Nico. Percy and Nico are Divorced. They both wanted full custody of her but the judges (Chiron and Annabeth and Grover and Will and Coach Hedge and Daedalus-yes Nico summoned his ghost for the custody trial-) all voted for them to split custody of Mrs. O’Leary 50/50.
Percy and Nico trade her off in the McDonald’s parking lot every Friday like all split up parents do (I know this from experience I was the kid). This weekly meet up often spurs arguments about how Mrs. O’Leary is raised. They try to keep these arguments hushed and quiet so Mrs. O’Leary won’t get stressed out. She hears them anyway because hell hounds have supper hearing. She hears every word. But she appreciates that they are being calm and mature with these arguments.
Annabeths the cool stepmom. Wills the responsible stepdad. Chiron and Daedalus and Sally and Paul and Hades and Persephone are the grandparents. Grover’s the sweet wholesome uncle. Hedge is the playful scrappy uncle. Percy and Nico are her parents.
Once a month Percy and Nico both spend a weekend with her in a secluded park or in the woods. They agree to no arguments during these weekends. These two days are about Mrs. O’Leary seeing her parents get along despite their differences and both bonding and playing with her as a family. Sometimes the stepparents or grandparents or uncles will join them. Mrs. O’Leary loves these days and cherishes the memories of her parents hanging out together and playing with her.
Edit: I am so sorry I totally forgot about Beckendorf and Silena. They’re the favorite cool older cousins that babysit every other weekend. And yes they come along on the retreat in the woods to play with her.
#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#Heroes of Olympus#Trials of Apollo#PJO#HoO#ToA#Percy Jackson#Nico di Angelo#Percico#Percabeth#Percicobeth#solangelo#Mrs. O’Leary#Daedalus#Chiron#Annabeth Chase#Grover Underwood#Will Solace#Gleason Hedge#Coach Hedge#Charles Beckendorf#Silena Beauregard
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Y'all can't convince me that Nico isn't ANIMALISTIC in bed. I mean, this mf is scratching, biting, growling and HOWLING. He grew up in the 40's, so he's very reserved but if you do it right, prepare yourself because you're gonna leave there with scratches down your back and bite marks all over.
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Percy, getting attacked by bats at an amusement park exhibit: guys! Anytime you want to jump in and help??
Annabeth: shouldn't we tell him it's just holograms?
Nico: and spoil the fun? No way.
#percy jackson#annabeth chase#nico di angelo#percabeth#percico#percicobeth#incorrect percy jackson#incorrect nico di angelo quotes#incorrect pjo quotes#incorrect hoo quotes#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#hoo#incorrect heroes of olympus#heroes of olympus
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When Annabeth becomes pregnant at twenty-three, everyone is excited. Percy, most of all. They get married in a small shotgun ceremony inside the safe haven of New Rome, mortal and godly parents in attendance, friends shedding tears of joy.
She gives birth a month early to a screaming, underweight bundle of joy. Everyone adores their son. He has fuzzy hints of black hair and wide curious gray eyes. He doesn't cry much after his birth, is abnormally quiet, observing everyone who holds him like he sees something more beneath the surface.
His quiet demeanour reminds Hazel a lot of Nico. When she mentions this in passing, Annabeth laughs quietly and squeezes baby Oliver's chubby fist. "He does, doesn't he?"
Her words sound unbelievably fond. The tone doesn't shock Hazel - she knows that the three of them have gotten close recently - but it seems... odd. Misplaced in its meaning.
She finishes off her final protective ward on Oliver's crib. "Has he met him yet?"
Annabeth hums. "He was here this morning."
She doesn't say anything more, and before Hazel can ask, she effortlessly glides the conversation to Hazel's training as a witch. Hazel takes the hint and lets the conversation change without any complaint.
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Grover counts himself lucky in many regards. He's got a wonderful wife. He's Lord of the Wild. He hasn't been eaten alive by any monsters yet. All but one of the kids he's brought to camp are living successful happy lives.
And he knows the truth about Oliver.
They never talk about it - the circumstances that brought him into the world. It was just a few hints here and there in conversation, before he cuts the cord and just asks.
"Nico is Oliver's biological father, isn't he?".
Percy doesn’t even hesitate. "Yeah."
Grover watches from the kitchen, Percy at his side, as Nico emerges from what everyone thinks is the guest room, but Grover is confident is actually Nico's room. Oliver sits on his hip. The one year old is bundled up from head to toe. Nico himself has a matching beanie - bright blue with a warped crochet design of a yellow fish. He waves Oliver's little hand their way before disappearing into the shadows.
The two of them come back a couple hours later with In-and-Out takeout bags. Oliver is chewing on a lone french fry. He falls into Percy's arms with ease. Nico smiles kindly at Grover and comes to sit at Percy's side on the couch. Their thighs press together.
Grover doesn't ask about it.
They're happy. He can tell just by looking at them. Whatever thing is happening between the three of them, they're okay.
That's all that matters.
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Piper loves Annabeth, she does. But she also believes in integrity. Oliver is three years old and the shadows tremble when he's annoyed. The air goes cold and frigid when he's upset. He doesn't talk very loud, but he's perceptive.
It's one hour into Piper's babysitting time when Oliver tells her that her grandfather says hello and she pieces it together. Oliver doesn't understand what he's done, the secret he's just revealed. She asks him to get her grandfather to tell him a story, just like he used to tell her. Oliver reaches out with one hand, and Piper's world turns upside down.
Annabeth and Percy come home two hours later, laughing and carrying a goodie bag from the restaurant. Grandpa Tom left half an hour ago, right when Oliver murmured a sleepy, "I'm tired", and let go of his hand. Piper doesn't know if he's still around, watching her. But it's the idea that he is, that keeps her brave.
When Percy disappears down the hall to check in on his sleeping son, Piper corners Annabeth in the kitchen.
"Are you cheating on Percy?" she whispers.
Annabeth blinks at her, startled. "What?"
"Are you cheating on Percy?" Piper whispers again, trying not to hide the urgency in her voice.
Annabeth is cool as she puts the leftovers in the fridge. "Why do you think I'm cheating on Percy?"
The question is easily answered, yes or no, and Annabeth's side-stepping is obvious and painful to Piper's heart. She changes gears. "Is Nico Oliver's dad?"
Annabeth pauses. It feels like hours. Then she closes the fridge door and crosses her arms over her chest. "People can have more than one dad, Piper."
Piper scowls and gets in close. "Does Percy know?"
Warm hands plant on both her shoulders. "He knows," Annabeth says, her voice soft. "And I'm not cheating on him."
Piper can't tell if Annabeth is lying. She wants to say more, ask more, but Percy's footsteps are loudly closing in. She takes a few steps back just as Percy rounds into the kitchen and slips an arm over Annabeth's shoulders. The image is sickly sweet. The two of them gaze happily at each other. They're so painfully in love.
Piper's stomach clenches.
The three of them stay up an extra hour. Percy is oblivious to the tension ruminating off of Piper. Annabeth seems fine though. It only stresses her out more. When she finally turns in, she doesn't know how to feel. She pauses just inside the guest room, the door pinched open. She can hear the two of them talking quietly in the hall. Oliver's bedroom door squeaks open.
Another voice, one Piper hasn't heard in a couple months, teases Percy from nearby. Percy protests his protective habits. Piper peeks through the gap. Nico is leaning against the wall. He's smiling widely in Annabeth's direction. Percy is oblivious, sneaking into Oliver's room. Annabeth takes Nico's hand. He pulls her close.
Piper relaxes for a minute. Maybe she doesn't have to say anything, maybe Percy will catch them before they can drift apart.
Or maybe he'll walk out of Oliver's room, shove Annabeth away and dive into Nico's mouth greedy, like he's starved for breath and Nico's mouth is oxygen. Maybe he'll tangle his hands into Nico's hair and push him into the wall with a low growl.
They don't separate, not really. Instead Percy drags Nico towards his - their - bedroom, Annabeth laughing as she follows.
The door clicks shut behind them. Piper takes a step back before pulling her own door closed. In the morning, Nico is gone and Percy is making pancakes. When Oliver asks for pomegranate juice, Piper passes it to him from the fridge and says nothing.
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Leo doesn't know where this new baby came from. Annabeth wasn't pregnant the last time he saw her, but there's definitely a newborn asleep in the corner of their combined workshop. Annabeth doesn't even let him ask about the kid, just throws revised plans for their latest project in his direction before answering her screaming phone.
Oliver is there next to the baby, rocking her back and forth in her carrier. A picture book sits on his knee. He blinks up at Leo as he approaches. Leo likes Oliver. He's quiet and isn't afraid to use a hammer. The baby girl has small curls of black hair. She is bundled up in a fish-printed blanket.
"Who's this, big man?" Leo asks, squatting down to get a closer look.
The four year old stares at him. Then, "Ariel. She's my sister." He pauses, before adding, "She's really loud."
"When did your mom get a baby?"
Oliver stares some more before answering. "My uncle made her yesterday."
Leo doesn't know what to say to that.
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Oliver and Ariel are joined a year later by a third and final child. While Ariel's origins are still speculated by anyone not in the know, it's clear from Annabeth's round belly where Eve was going to emerge from. She has thin wispy hair so blonde it blends into her skin. Her bright sea green eyes mimic her father's.
But Nico is her favourite. By now everyone knows not to bat an eye when instead of "Daddy" or "Mommy", her first word is "Papa". She reaches for him more than anyone else. As soon as she is old enough to crawl, her favourite place to wiggle towards is his lap.
Frank watches as she tries to pull herself to a stand. He runs a hand over the head of a nearby cat. It purrs loudly. Nearby Nico's hands are outstretched, ready to catch her if she falls.
Like Grover, he cuts the cord fast. "Is she yours too?"
Nico doesn't falter. "No."
Eve doesn't make it to a stand, but gets close enough before she falls face first into Nico's arms. He bundles her up to his chest and she squeals, reaching out with one hand to tug at his necklace.
He doesn't wear the camp beads anymore. Instead, it's a silver band looped through a golden chain. The band has three different jewels studded into it - a diamond, an aquamarine gem, and an onyx. What each jewel represents isn't a question. The fact that Percy and Annabeth wear the same silver band just above their wedding rings isn't much of a question either.
Frank takes Eve when offered and holds her close. Her green eyes look exactly like her father's, look exactly like her sister's. Her blonde hair is soft against each stroke of his fingers.
Nico comes back with drinks. Frank doesn't go for them when offered, content with where he is. Nico puts his can next to his foot, before lowering himself back to the ground. Frank watches him for a moment.
Then, "I thought you were gay."
Nico shrugs as he pops the top to his soda. "Annabeth's pretty," is all he says after a slow sip and Frank snorts.
He hands Eve back when Nico reaches for her. "Is that why Oliver was first?"
Nico's grin is wicked sharp, but happy in all its angles. "No," he says. "That's because I'm pretty."
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Jason watches as Ariel and Eve team up to drown their older brother in the lake. In retaliation, he summons skeletons that ignore Ariel but grab at Eve. She screams, loud and unholy, as she’s tossed through the air and lands with a gigantic splash. Oliver pulls himself out of the water, shaking wet black hair out of his face. Ariel bats her eyes at him as he approaches, unafraid even as he picks her up and tosses her into the lake himself.
The two girls laugh as they surface, before swimming speedy laps around each other. With a short scowl, Oliver settles on the towel next to Jason. He does not enjoy swimming. Jason remembers the first summer after his birth.
They had tucked his feet into the water to splash and he’d screamed bloody murder. People joked about how Percy’s ocean powers clearly hadn’t made themselves known yet. But now it was pretty well known that Oliver didn’t have any ocean powers.
It had been pretty funny when Ariel came around. She took to the water like a fish and Oliver had panicked himself into a stressed out ball around the edges of the lake before he accidentally summoned a dozen ghosts to wrestle her from Percy’s arms and bring her back to the safety of dry land.
Percy hadn’t been allowed to hold Ariel for the rest of the day after that. If he tried, shadows would whip at him with Oliver’s frustration. He stayed tucked around his little sister while she cooed at the ghosts still protectively hovering nearby.
After that, everyone had pieced together what they had already started guessing at, if not outright knew.
The three of them never said how, or why, or even when, it had all come together for them, but they seemed happy nonetheless. And Jason was good with that. Nico deserved to be happy in whatever shape or form that came in. He didn't bat an eye whenever Nico kissed Annabeth's cheek before leaving with Jason. He didn't question it whenever the two of them came back and Percy clung onto him like needy barnacle.
Nico would flush a soft pink, and his smile was gentle, almost hidden sometimes. But he was happy, genuinely happy.
And that made Jason warm to see.
He pulls out the book Oliver had packed for their day out. Oliver puts on his glasses, thin round frames just like Uncle Jason’s, rolls over onto his stomach, and begins reading. In the lake, the girls are still splashing one another. A couple times they glance over at Oliver, like they’re thinking about pulling him into their game. But they know better than to bother their brother when he’s reading.
Oliver hums curiously and kicks his legs. Jason glances at him. “Good book?”
“Yes,” Oliver says.
He still speaks quietly and slow, each word a deliberate thought. It makes him the worst person to argue with. Ariel and Eve get loud and passionate - Ariel like Annabeth, cutting sharp like a knife, each spit of her words an uncontrolled punch; Eve like Percy, thunderous and vibrant, fast and off the cuff.
Watching the three of them fight a genuine fight is a masterclass in terror. The last time it’d happened - Eve blowing out Ariel’s candles on her sixth birthday and Ariel throwing a tantrum that exploded cake all over Oliver’s face - Jason had thought the whole city was going to be destroyed with every scream and thrown punch.
It had taken nearly half an hour to separate them. Oliver remained furious, refusing to cry even as Jason helped him wash the cake out of his hair, and stubbornly avoiding everyone for the rest of the day. Eve, like her mother, refused to admit she was wrong, steadfast in her determination not to apologize (although she caved fast when Nico came back with Ariel). Ariel got over it fast, she always did, which Jason found hilarious considering how emotional each of her fathers’ were. But her eyes remained red rimmed and she would tear up each time she caught sight of her siblings’ bruises.
She hit the hardest. Always did.
But when they fought together? In defense of one another? Amazing to see. It reminded Jason of the wolves, of the Cohort - working in tandem with one another, flying seamlessly off one another. A well oiled machine, each cog fitting together like the pieces of a puzzle. Oliver was the leader, in charge of each attack, Eve assisting in his command, and Ariel the powerhouse ready to take aim.
It’s clear where they picked it from.
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The kids are half-asleep in a pile on the floor as Nico crawls across the couch cushions and into Annabeth’s lap. He dangles mistletoe above her head. She laughs and rises up for a kiss. In the chair nearby, Percy watches with half a grin across his face.
“That’s gross,” Eve mutters tiredly.
“Go back to sleep,” Nico calls back before kissing Annabeth again.
Ariel makes a gagging noise. Oliver swats at her before he slips out of their pile to rise slow to his feet. His glasses are lopsided on his face, but he doesn’t fix them. Instead he leans down to pull both girls to their feet. Eve yawns as she ducks her face into his shoulder. He slides one arm across each of their shoulders before tucking them in close and dragging them off to bed.
Percy pushes off the chair and flops against Nico’s back. Annabeth groans under the added weight.
“Seaweed Brain,” she grumbles. “Get your fat ass off my boyfriend.”
“Fat?” Percy huffs. He leans in harder. Nico laughs while Annabeth groans louder. “Woman, I am toned.”
“You have a dad bod,” Nico says. He tilts his head back and Percy accepts a kiss.
“You’re just jealous because you can’t put any weight on your bones.”
Nico rolls his eyes. Percy squeezes his hips and pulls away. Annabeth breathes easy, and then easier when Nico pulls himself from her lap. Percy turns off the TV as Annabeth rises groggily to her feet. Nico tucks her under his arm, and the two waddle off to bed.
Percy crawls in soon after.
In the morning, Eve will ask for pancakes, which Percy will make while she helps. Ariel will braid Nico’s hair in the bathroom and he will braid hers. Oliver will argue with Annabeth about the philosophy of Plato.
In the evening, the kids will ask the question that no one else has ever been brave enough to ask. And without falter, their parents will answer.
It was never a secret to begin with.
#percicobeth#percy jackson#nico di angelo#annabeth chase#percico#percabeth#uhhhhhh do annabeth and nico even have a ship name#nicobeth#idk#i'm trying#this took three hours and i skipped dinner so PLZ enjoy it#my fanfic#my writing#pjo fanfic#happy talks pjo#might upload to ao3 sometime later idk
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The ships in the polls are the twelve (12) most popular romantic ships for each character based on the number of fics on AO3. These are not platonic ships. Any ship hate at all will result in haters being blocked.
The fandom's top two ships (you know the ones) aren't included in these polls to make the results actually interesting (sorry not sorry).
#percy jackson#pjo hoo toa#polls#percico#nicery#jercy#apercy#perpollo#lukercy#perluke#perachel#jaspercico#pertemis#percicobeth#perlia#willercy#solackson#posercy#pipercy#nico di angelo#jason grace#pjo apollo#luke castellan#rachel elizabeth dare#pjo artemis#annabeth chase#will solace#pjo poseidon#thalia grace#piper mclean
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Nico:one time at a party i kissed someone's boyfriend and to make sure she wasn't mad about it i just kissed her too.... i blacked out and woke up to a text in a groupchat with both of them that said "did u make it home safe baby? ❤"
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The man leaves once they’re outside, leaving them with a mannequin arm that is allegedly now harmless, a blown up department store, and a name, Doctor, that Nico fears may become a new obsession, because there’s something about his soul that screams ancient and stardust and Nico needs to know more about him, needs to know what he’s seen. It’s different than the call Nico feels from his own soul calling him to Percy, to Annabeth, to protect them and keep them alive. The call to the Doctor is one that Nico can’t quite understand, but meeting him feels like fate, like destiny, makes his bones sing in yearning for something he has yet to understand, but somehow he knows that understanding will come, in time. In time. Something about that resonates, sits heavy, settles his bones a touch. He doesn’t understand it, but he knows he will, knows that when he does it will feel like he should have known. It feels like foreboding, not necessarily in a bad way, more in the way that something is coming that will change him completely, the kind that comes with good and bad, sometimes in not so equal measures, but is necessary to bring him to his predetermined end. It brings him a level of peace.
lil sneaky peeky at a percicobeth fic i’ve been working on where nico travels with the doctor for a few years. thoughts?
#percicobeth#percy jackson#nico di angelo#annabeth chase#doctor who#ninth doctor#rose tyler#percabeth#percico#pjo fanfic#fanfic#companion!Nico
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Concept, that during the months where Percy went missing, and the whole Camp was searching for him 24/7, Nico just sorta developed this habit of waiting around Percy's door.
Nico is not really used to spending time in Camp, he doesn't really spend time at Camp at all, and sure, he could go with Dyonisus, or Hestia, but he doesn't wanna bother.
Nico knows, they can tell Percy's dissapearing has really started to affect him.
And sure, he's got his own Cabin now, and he used to be so excited about that, but he's found out, he doesn't really like spending time there, to spend time alone with ghosts and bones, he could just go back home.
But still, Nico doesn't want to leave.
Because, what if they manage to find Percy, or he contacts them somehow, or some other threath comes near Camp, and maybe, just maybe, Nico still has this little hope, that the next morning the doors to the Poseidon Cabin will just suddenly open up on their own, and Percy will come out of them, yawning, with his hair all messy, asking for breakfast.
He knows that doesn't happen, and will never happen, but sometimes, Nico allows himself to dream.
And, Nico knows he could actually just enter the Cabin, it wouldn't even be trespassing, not really, either way, it was Percy who first asked him to stay there with him, who first begged him to stay there, before dissapearing.
But, Nico had said no back then.
And, regardless of whether Percy is there or not, it doesn't really matter, his essence of sea salt is everywhere.
Everything on his Cabin is so quintessentially him, and Nico knows, he knows he could never get too close, he could never allow himself that much indulgence, because otherwise, his bones and blood might just boil, and there will be no more coming back from there.
Nico knows he could get lost on Percy Jackson, and if he does, there will be nothing left to salvage of him, afterwards.
So Nico must tread lightly, stand right in front of the ocean, without ever walking in.
Which, to him, translates into appearing from one of his long travels to Camp Jupiter, jumping out of a shadow, and just sitting down, right in front of Percy's Cabin door.
Nico only allows his back to hit against it, he sleeps with his head between his hands, on top of the blue marble, and that's it.
That's as close to Percy as Nico will ever allow himself to get.
And on the other hand, there's Annabeth.
Annabeth, who's dying of worry, who's hair is greying once more because of it, who feels like everything in the world is her responsibility, and Annabeth, who for the love of all The Gods, just cannot find her boyfriend.
She doesn't let other people see her like this, (Or, she tries to not let other people see her like that, at the very least.) But still, she misses Percy.
Is not just the prophecy, or the end of the world, is not just that the Camp needs both their leaders, and is not just that it's a necessity.
Is that she loves Percy and she can't see him.
So, when she's sure everybody else is supposed to be asleep, and she's breaking the rules once more, just for him, she sneaks out of her Cabin, like any self-respecting Athenea Cabin Leader, shouldn't do, and she runs to the Poseidon Cabin.
And at first, she's not sure if it's the Mist, or it's the darkness, or if she's way too tired, and way too overworked, and her eyes are starting to deceive her, but she's sure she sees it.
A little dark shadow, cuddling to the door, like a puppy begging to be let inside, in the middle of a storm.
Against her own instincts, she decides the best tactic is to approach it gently, later on, she's thankful once more to her mother.
Because, Annabeth doesn't know what Nico di Angelo would have done to her, if she suddenly ambushed him while he was dead asleep.
They decide not to talk about it, Annabeth notices the trees and grass around them starting to die, she wonders if Nico can kill even the plants buried deep under the sea.
She doesn't ask.
Instead, they both sit in silence together.
This is probably the most accompanied Annabeth has felt in ages, which is really odd, because sure she knows Nico isn't a bad person, but he still scares her, like the night, and the spiders, back when she was little.
Nico understands neither of them wants to leave, but he would, if only he wasn't so damn tired all the time, he knows he shouldn't shadowtravel so much, but if his body, and his health, are the toll for finding Percy, then so be it.
This pattern repeats every night ever since.
Nico sleeps on the entrance to Percy's door, but never goes in, Annabeth always finds him, but she never speaks.
Eventually, Annabeth starts noticing the way Nico's bones pop, barely visible underneath his dark shirt, or the way his eyebags seem heavier and darker, like a growing bruise on his face every night, the way his veins show through his pale skin, and the way he never eats, well, anything at all, really.
And just the same, Nico notices her grey hairs, the chunks of it that just randomly fall off due to stress, her dirty clothes, the way she can go almost a week straight without remembering to shower, or brush her teeth, the bruises on her body, thanks to all the excersice she's forcing her body to stand, the eyebags that only grow, and grow.
They both know they need to actually sleep at some point.
And sleep for real, not just pass out from exhaustion on Percy's floor from time to time.
Nico has never been the sort to blink first though, so Annabeth understands, negotiations here, are gonna have to fall onto her.
She tells Nico that they need to sleep, like actually quality sleep.
Nico only nods, he doesn't look like he's paying attention to her, but Annabeth's brain has already come up with the most pragmatic, and powerful strategy, to achieve what she wants right now.
Annabeth stands up, and goes back to her Cabin, not without first warning Nico that she will be back in five minutes.
Nico doesn't look like he believes her. Annabeth understands he has got no reason to believe her, it makes the strategy all the more important.
But first, not without terrorizing herself with what she's planning to do.
She sneaks back into her bed, and quietly opens the tiny backpack, that her dad helped her put together, back in their house, before she arrived back home.
She grabs her precious little bag, she opens it, and she sighs.
Annabeth shuts her eyes, and forces herself, to carry her own plan to fruition.
She comes back to Nico, with Percy's shirt, well-carried, on her hands, well, one of his shirts, his preferred Camp Half-Blood shirt.
Percy had given it to Annabeth, before she left to go live with her dad, as a sorta remember-me-by, and Annabeth had never taken it out of its package, for anything at all.
She took it everywhere with her, like a sacred symbol, of some sort of home.
And Annabeth couldn't lie, and say she wasn't scared, mostly, because Nico's stare scared her a little, she thought, if anybody would be able to call her bluff, it wouldn't be Percy, it would be Nico.
(Annabeth was also sure, Nico had a completely clear sight from birth, but that was neither here nor there.)
Her fear wasn't of Nico, though, her fear was on holding the shirt, and not being able to let go.
Of holding onto it, and ruining it, with her strong warrior hands, and her desperation, that ran organs-deep, because she knew the logical outcome here, once she grabbed it, it would eventually stop smelling like Percy, and she would hate it, and then, the illogical outcome she feared so much, that if she lost this one shirt, she would lose all connection to Percy.
And that, would kill her.
And then, it would be like she had never even met him, gone with the wind, lost at sea, like a dream, she would be left with no way to prove, she once knew a boy named Percy who saved the world.
Who loved her just as she loved him.
After that, what would Annabeth even do with herself, anymore.
That all is completely irrational, Illogical, and impossible, Annabeth understands that too, so she forces her legs to keep on moving.
She stops before Nico, and presents the shirt to him, and it isn't lost on Annabeth, the way Nico almost backs off in surprise, and the way his lips open, just ever so slightly, and the way his one visible eye gets wide, and the way Nico's cheeks get this sorta, cutesy rosey, tint to them.
And she's sure she understands, but she cannot make herself deal with that right now.
She tells him "Let's find neutral territory for the moment." She's not sure if she knows what the moment even is.
But still, Annabeth grabs his hand, and against all odds, she's surprised, as Nico allows her to, and she has to force herself not to shiver, because Nico is cold as a corpse, and Annabeth knows way too well, just how quickly corpses get cold.
Nico knows it far far better.
Nico notices. He already knows. He always does.
He doesn't judge her for it, he hates himself too much for it.
Annabeth stops them on a grass patch, some pond nymphs near by, and she can see the nymphs snarling at Nico, and for some reason, she feels so angry all of a sudden, because Annabeth knows, it's not like Nico has ever actually done anything to them.
Annabeth is suddenly reminded of her first big fight with Hera, of screaming at her face, that Nico did belong, back then, it felt so instinctively true.
Now, Annabeth could see the way the Camp died away at his presence, the way the rest of the kids never approached him, unless they needed Nico's help for something.
And yet, Nico did always help them.
Before Annabeth can catch herself, she's already running towards the nymphs, her fists raised, and she knows there was a time where not every single little thing, disturbed her like this, but Nico just grabs her arm, and this time, Annabeth can't hold back the shivers because he's so so cold, and so strong.
Nico quietly tells her, for all to hear "They are just scared, it's fine."
Annabeth knows she can't blame them, because she's scared too, and Nico knows it.
Annabeth slaps her head, forcing herself to back down, she makes herself keep glaring at the pond, but her angry stare just doesn't hold, as she slowly, but surely, forces the shirt done her frame.
Annabeth wants so badly to hold onto it and make it eternal.
The shirt is old, it's only a little oversized on her, it smells exactly like Percy, exactly like the sea.
She's a strong girl, Annabeth doesn't cry, but if she does cry, Nico isn't gonna tell on her with anybody, either way.
After a while, where nobody says anything, where Nico only stares at her:
Annabeth lays quietly on the grass, her eyes wide open, on the moon, and she spreads her arms wide, she can hold them open for an eternity, if that's what it takes until Nico accepts it.
It does feel like an eternity, a little bit like holding the weight of the world in her shoulders, before Nico, looking like a mysterious shadow, slips into her arms.
They don't talk about it, but they can hear their hearts beating way too fast, and way too loud.
Nico has his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, and Annabeth has got to remind herself, that he's holding onto Percy's shirt, not onto her, there's a part of her, that's curious to see, to try to test Nico's limits, to toss the shirt at a fire, and watch Nico chase after it.
But she loves this damn shirt far too much to ever do something like that.
Slowly, Annabeth lowers her own arms, and she's holding onto Nico's hair now, his head heavy between her hands, and Nico is holding onto Percy, which leaves Annabeth wondering, what exactly is her excuse then, in their situation.
At some point, her eyes close, and she doesn't even notice it.
It's the first night of true sleep Nico has gotten in a really long time, for once, not searching for Percy even in his dreams.
The next morning he has breakfast, that he doesn't really eat, but he stays, and it occurs to Annabeth, that Nico staying anywhere, was everything Percy had ever wanted.
She would have to brag about it to him, once Percy got back.
Percy and Nico never admit it out loud.
They understand they are doing something odd.
But Annabeth keeps wearing the shirt, and Nico keeps falling asleep by her side, and there's no excuse to it, anymore, they both can tell the shirt has long since, stopped smelling like Percy and sea salt, and started smelling like shampoo, and Nico's rotten corpse, and pomegranates essence.
Somehow, Annabeth finds, she doesn't hate it that bad.
Nico despises it, but he can't let go of one of the very few soft things he's ever known.
And that's fine, because Annabeth keeps laying with her arms open without asking any questions, and Nico keeps falling asleep, while holding onto her waist, without offering any explanations.
They both know it will never be the same, not ever what they are actually craving, and searching for, because this whole situation has only made them hunt for Percy even harder.
But they can still keep each other company, until they manage to find Percy, somehow, that is.
Annabeth is surprised to find that now, instead of dying, the grass underneath Nico grows mushrooms.
Nico is too.
#percicobeth#percabeth#> percico#pjo#nico di angelo#percy jackson#Annabeth chase#luna writes#this is like a mini fic i suppose#i do like percicobeth but not really in the context that they are all in love with each other but more so in the context that they both#love percy and percy loves them back but its never quite the same and nico sorta hates Annabeth except he could never hate her#and Annabeth kinda gives nico the side eye except she could never blame him for falling in love with the same boy she did#and they both miss him so bad and nobody else could possibly understand so they keep each other company#and until percy comes back they hold the fort down together#luna's headcanons#i think Annabeth would like her hair greying because it reminds her of percy is a thing to hold onto
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I dunno when I wrote this, but there is a file on my laptop called "PJO Avengers AU Story Nico is Captain America" and I'm scared to open it.
#pjo#percy jackson#nico di angelo#percicobeth#percico#maybe#it's definitely percy/nico and probably Percy/Nico/Annabeth#but i don't remember writing it#writers problems#My writing#fanfiction#pjo Fanfic
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Chapters: 3/6
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase/Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson
Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Nico di Angelo, Hades (Percy Jackson), Chiron (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Triton (Percy Jackson), Malcolm Pace, Bianca di Angelo, other characters are there i suppose, but ignore them for the moment
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Polyamory, but it's gonna take a while, so buckle up, Slow Burn
Series: Part 1 of it takes three to tango
Summary:
Annabeth, Queen of Athens, did not plan to get married. Until one particular offer, from a particular someone.
#awakens from the grave#hi#percicobeth#percy jackson#annabeth chase#nico di angelo#fanfiction#pjo fanfiction
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One sided Solangelo where they’re best friends and Wills always been deeply in love with Nico but Nico just doesn’t have any romantic feelings for Will.
Will is just not Nico’s type. Nico likes the edgier guys. And Wills too soft. But Nico still loves Will as a best friend in a totally platonic way. And Will wants Nico in his life any way he can have him. Will knows Nico doesn’t like him in that way (if Nico did like him he would have made a move already Will has seen how forward and very obviously flirtatious Nico is with his partners) so Will is ok with settling for being best friends
And when Nico finds out that Will loves him he feels so anxious and guilty and sort of like a jerk and a bad friend because he knows how much it hurts to love someone who doesn’t love you back in the same way and he never meant to hurt Will like that. He thinks of all the times he’s flirted and hung out with other guys when Will was around and feels so bad about it knowing how awful it probably made Will feel to see him with someone else.
So Nico decided to sit down and have a talk with Will and they come to the conclusion that Nico does not want to try a relationship with someone he does not live romantically and is just not attracted to and Will does not want to try a relationship where he knows his partner does not love him in the same way. Nico apologizes profusely and Will keeps saying it’s ok that he doesn’t have to apologizes that it’s not his fault these things are nobody’s fault sometimes this just happens.
They stay best friends because both of them really do want to be in each others lives and do love each other but just platonically. And eventually Will heals and moves on and falls in love again with someone who actually loves him back and Nico continues to have fun and hangs out with a few different partners until eventually he finds himself falling back in love with Percy again who has developed feels for Nico over the years.
Happily ever after Percico (or Percicobeth) and whoever Will ends up with.
#platonic Solangelo#Nico di Angelo#Will Solace#Percy Jackson#Percico#percicobeth#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#PJO#Heroes of Olympus#HoO
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No one questioned why Nico had his own room at Percy and Annabeth's apartment. No one asked why they wore matching rings on their left hands. No one prodded about why Nico was on their honeymoon. No one was shocked when Percy and Annabeth's daughter's first word was "Nico" or why their oldest child called him "Papa." No one blinked an eye, not when Hazel walked in on Percy and Nico asleep, tangled together, a mess of limbs. Not when Piper caught Annabeth and Nico kissing under mistletoe on Christmas Eve. Not when Nico pushed around a stroller, calling the little bundle "sweetie" and holding her like she was the most important thing in existence. Not even when Frank saw Percy and Annabeth on their anniversary date, in a restaurant, with Nico sat at the table holding hands with the both of them. No one asked because everyone already knew. They didn't have to tell their friends because their friends knew them better than anyone.
When people asked, they always said the truth. Percy and Annabeth were each other's first loves, but Nico completed their hearts.
They didn't need to lie, because it was never a secret.
Inspired by @happyk44 Your percicobeth material is what inspired me to write my fanfic on ao3. Your little oneshots actually keep me alive at this point and I hope I can see more of your work for this ship in the future. 🫶
You can read it here:
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Percy: how's the food?
Annabeth: it's great! Send compliments to the chef!
Percy: okay.
Percy: goes to the kitchen.
Percy: you have beautiful eyes.
Nico, blushing: thanks.
#au wherein Nico is a famous chef Annabeth is a sophisticated lady from a rich family and Percy is the waiter in her favourite restaurant#Percy can't help but fall for the girl he serves on a weekly basis#he comes to rant to this chef who he became friends with#completely oblivious of how Nico has feelings for him and how he's hurt each time he comes to talk about Annabeth#so yeah basically#percicobeth#the same relationship but in a different universe#percy jackson#annabeth chase#nico di angelo#percabeth#incorrect percabeth quotes#percico#pernico#nicercy#incorrect percy jackson#incorrect hoo quotes#incorrect pjo quotes#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo#I'd also like to see this as a fic#pjo fic
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Annabeth: I am a girl. Except when I'm Nico's boyfriend.
Nico: I am a boy. Except when I'm Annabeth's girlfriend.
Percy, watching this gender fuckery whenever it occurs: I am so bisexual and horny right now.
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The ships in the polls are the twelve (12) most popular romantic ships for each character based on the number of fics on AO3. These are not platonic ships. Any ship hate at all will result in haters being blocked.
The fandom's top two ships (you know the ones) aren't included in these polls to make the results actually interesting (sorry not sorry).
#nico di angelo#pjo hoo toa#polls#percico#nicery#percy jackson#will solace#luke castellan#pjo apollo#jason grace#thalia grace#annabeth chase#leo valdez#jasico#valdangelo#jaspercico#percicobeth#solangelson#nicobeth#thalico#lukico#soldezangelo#nicollo#solangrace
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Fic Rec: “Companion Nico” on AO3, user fabulouskinda
“. . . which only cements in Nico’s mind what he’s been terrified of, that he loves too deeply and even those who have to love him back because they’re family will begrudge him for it.”
When Nico runs from Camp Half-Blood, he finds himself in London after accidentally stumbling into the Labyrinth. Rose Tyler finds a small-for-his-age ten year old mourning the loss of his sister in an alley and can’t bring herself to leave him there.
Nico and Rose grow close in-between Rose’s odd department store jobs and Nico’s running around speaking to ghosts, trying to get Bianca to talk to him so he can bring her back to life, and avoiding Percy Jackson and the pull Nico feels drawing himself closer to him.
Following the Battle of the Labyrinth, Nico tags along when Rose goes to work one day. He’s in for a bit of a shock when fucking plastic comes to life and tries to kill everyone.
First two chapters posted on AO3
#doctor who#percicobeth#fanfic#pjo fanfic#companion!nico#ninth doctor#percico#riordanverse#rose tyler#percabeth#fic rec#ao3 fanfic#ao3 author#ao3#ao3 link
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