#annabeth “fuck around a find out” chase

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annabeth chase is confrontational. annabeth chase is the epitome of "fuck around and find out". this girl stabbed a cyclops in the foot at the ripe age of seven. this girl punched matt slogan, the school bully, in the face, at thirteen-years-old, solely because he was bullying percy. this girl, in front of the entire camp, kissed percy on the cheek at thirteen-years-old. this girl practically demanded she and percy slow dance together at westover hall in the middle of a demigod retrieval. this girl kissed percy on the lips at ripe age of fifteen. this girl took a knife for percy at sixteen. this girl searched for her boyfriend for eight months and then some after merely two to four months of dating him. you really want to look me in my eyes and tell me that annabeth chase wouldn't be the one to get down on one knee and propose? really?

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[begaycommittreason]

annabeth “no fear in the face of the war god, in fact i’m going to verbally eviscerate him” chase, percy “fuck around and find out, i dare you ares” jackson, and grover “thanks for the emotional abuse, bye!” underwood

those kids had him fucked UP, they ate i fear

#truly iconic #they were having NONE of it #percy jackson tv show #grover underwood #annabeth chase #percy jackson #ares #pjo episode 5 #pjo tv show #pjo tv spoilers

[king-wilhelm]

Percy "fuck around and find out" Jackson, Annabeth "my verbal assaults can make a god cry" Chase and Grover "therapy is a useful tool to fuck with people's minds" Underwood. I'm so proud of them

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[pjohoo-reclists]

30k+ Alternate Universe Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase Fic Recs

Request: Looking for a (preferably) long Percabeth story. Anything goes: something wholesome, smut, comfort story etc.

I tried to stick to wholesome/comfort stories, and ended up with an entire list of alternate universe fics. None of these are set in the PJO universe. They're all fairly long, over 30k each. Enjoy!

The Sweetest Sounds by timelesslords

G | 31k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Alternate Universe Fantasy, Protective Percy Jackson, Mistaken Identity

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Annabeth asked, looking up at him. He looked back at her innocently. It seemed genuine, which only confirmed Annabeth’s suspicions. “Why do you say that?” he asked. His eyes were really a distracting shade of green. “Most people from here know better than to show me kindness,” Annabeth said, beginning to walk down the road again. He started walking again too. “I think everyone deserves kindness." *** Or, a Cinderella AU (loosely) based on Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella (1997)

Merry Chrysler by ananbeth, blackjacktheboss

T | 32k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Alternate Universe - College/University, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

It’s the twelfth of December and Annabeth is drunk. She’s not sure who’s apartment she’s in and she lost Piper about half an hour ago. She’s taken up residence on a very comfy couch and has resorted to people watching. Annabeth has been staring at the lights on a girl’s reindeer sweater for perhaps five minutes when a body slumps down next to her. She looks over to find her best friend, Percy, blinking at her sadly. She reaches over and pats his head. “What’s wrong, Pineapples?” “I’m gonna spend Christmas alone."

Game, Set, Match. by ananbeth, blackjacktheboss

M | 44k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Secret Relationship, Friends with Benefits, Athlete Percabeth

“We should probably make some rules.” Percy has regained control over his expression, he looks back with a raised eyebrow and a contemplative expression. “Rules?” “So this doesn’t get messy.” “Okay. So, we should be honest with each other, right? No lying or whatever.” “Right. That includes if we start feeling things.” “Things?” “You know, like, emotions and shit.” “Such a way with words.” “Fuck off.”   Or, that one where Percy and Annabeth are pro tennis players and decide to hook up. Annabeth wants rules, Percy gets too attached. What's new.

Sugar, Sugar by perseannabeth

T | 50k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace/Piper McLean

Chocolate Store AU, Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Annabeth Chase doesn't have a sweet tooth, she isn't a big fan of chocolates but there is a small chocolate store that might change her mind. Falling in love in a chocolate store was Piper's love story, not hers but things could change when a green-eyed chocolate maker enters her life. Piper McLean didn't expect to run into the (possibly) love of her life while she was buying chocolates still in her pajamas, but one smile from him and she was a goner. Between dating and working, she still finds time to hang out with her best friends and, even if Annabeth didn't want her to be, be a wingman for Annabeth.

and they were roommates by bipercabeth

T | 76k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Alternate Universe College/University, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

oh my god they were roommates It had been a throwaway comment, really, when Annabeth had suggested that she and Percy get an apartment together for college.

Spellbound by writergirl8

M | 91k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Jason Grace/Piper McLean

Hogwarts AU, Domestic Bliss, Married!Percabeth, Teacher!Percy

Percy always thought the most bewitching thing he could discover at Hogwarts was magic. Then he met Annabeth Chase.

just practice by knuffled (bigscary)

T | 95k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Angst

“So I’m taking you on dates and stuff, but we’re not actually together?” “Yeah, exactly. It’s just practice,” Annabeth said, nodding. “Just practice,” Percy echoed. “Just practice,” Annabeth confirmed. Percy locked eyes with her silently for a few seconds before he took a long sip of his milkshake. “Do we have a deal?” Annabeth asked. “We have a deal,” Percy said.

I Got a Boy by flyingcrowbar

T | 137k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Alternate Universe High School, Secret Identity, Fluff and Humor

Bolt Academy has everything: prestige, affluence, renown. Almost every world leader, CEO, athlete, and have stepped through its doors. Problem is, it’s only for boys. But it’s the only school with the most challenging architecture program in the country. What else is Annabeth Chase supposed to do? Desperate to achieve her dream of becoming an esteemed architect, she cuts off her long curls, binds her chest, and goes by the name of Andy - the newest male student on campus. Now she must travel the dorms, the locker rooms, even the hallways with her secret. It’s smooth sailing, that is until Annabeth’s roommate Percy Jackson - a nationally ranked freestyle swimmer - starts to have feelings for Andy. Coming to understand his sexual orientation, Percy navigates a campus filled with homophobia and hate crimes, all while every day taking a step closer to competing in the Olympics. Around every corner lies an opportunity for sabotage, and Percy has a target on his back. But when Percy discovers the secret that Annabeth has been keeping, hard choices must be made and neither are willing to let the other give up on their dreams. An interpretation of “She’s the Man” and the Korean drama “To the Beautiful You.”

The Long Game by captainjackson

E | 293k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Annabeth Chase & Connor Stoll, Percy Jackson/Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Alternate Universe College/University, Mortal AU, Olympics AU

With the Summer Olympics less than four months away, Annabeth Chase and her beach volleyball teammate, Piper, are right on track to being invited to represent the United States in Athens. But that level of premiere athletic training doesn't come cheap and Annabeth is running out of options— so when a University administrator reaches out with an unexpected opportunity, she'd be a fool not to leap at it... right? Suddenly, Annabeth and Percy — a young hotshot swimmer — find themselves at the center of a media charade that dredges up secrets that were supposed to stay buried. With the world watching, Annabeth is forced to face her past and take control of her future as she learns that, sometimes, life is all about playing the long game.

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[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

I was bored

I was lying in bed trying to read, I didn't particularly enjoy reading in English but Annabeth and Percy had been helping me and I didn't want that to go to waste. Then Annabeth walked in through the half open door, holding a pair of scissors.

"Finally someone to put me out of my misery." I mutter putting the book down,

"Nope, but I will be bringing that up to your therapist. I think it's time for a haircut Nico." She said smiling like a maniac,

"Oh fuck no." I say running past her and out the front door. My hair was in a braid down my back; I ran as fast as I could but I knew Annabeth was faster than me. I saw her chasing me, I could probably shadow travel away but when her minds set to something it's very hard to get her to give up. I honestly didn't care too much but why not add a bit of excitement into this. "Why the fuck are you doing this?"

"I'm bored."

"Go find someone else to annoy."

"Don't think I will Neeks." I flipped her off and continued running, she grabbed my wrist. I shadow traveled to the edge of the forest and ran towards the center, I was hoping to throw her off but she spotted me pretty quickly and ran after me. I should have been able to stay away with the lead I had but the shadow travel tired me out and Annie's fast. I was about to shadow travel away again, "You do realise if you pass out you can do whatever I want right?"

"Fuck you."

"Save that for Will." I blushed hard before shadow traveling back to my cabin, I knew I wouldn't be able to run properly after that, but I got away for a bit. "You aren't getting away that easy, Angel boy." She said walking through the door, I was honestly too tired to do anything.

"Fine, you win. But please don't fuck up too badly."

"You have such little faith in me, I'm offended."

"We both know that that is very reasonable."

"Shut up di Angelo." She quite literally pulled me into a chair and started brushing out my hair. "When's the last time you even cut it?"

"Like a month ago I think? Will cuts the ends, it terrifys him so it's always entertaining as fuck."

"You're a terrible person Nico." Annabeth laughed

"I am fully aware; what are you doing to my hair anyways?"

"I think it's time for a change."

"Oh no.... PLEASE don't dye my hair, I am never doing that shit again."

"Don't worry... but you are getting an undercut." I paused for a couple of seconds,

"Now you see the concept, I have no problem with but the thought of you doing that...."

"Oh shut up I can actually be accurate."

"Fine, I trust you." Annabeth sectioned my hair into two parts plaiting them separately, one around the bottom and edges, one on top.

"You ready?"

"I really don't care, honestly I just wanted to make this hard for you."

"Of course you did." The daughter of Athena said while cutting off the bottom braid before buzzing the now short hair, she threw the braid in front of me. "Well that was a lot of hair."

"No shit." I laughed before hitting Annabeth lightly in the shoulder, she started taking out the rest of my hair that was in a braid and brushing it out again.

"What do you think Will's gonna say?"

"He's not going to give a fuck let's be honest with ourselves."

"You seem so certain on that."

"He didn't care when I got twenty tattoo in one day, I mean he was concerned and gave me a bunch of pain killers and kept me in the infirmary for a day but that's unrelated. I doubt he's going to give two fucks about a haircut."

"I am not going to ask why you got twenty tattoos in one day." Annabeth started cutting the rest of my wavy, thick, black hair to just around my shoulders, layering it before adding some bangs, that were long enough for me to put behind my ears. "So thoughts?"

"I'd love to give them but there isn't a mirror here."

"That's irrelevant, I want to see Will's reaction."

"That's the whole reason you did this wasn't it?"

"Naaa, I was just really fucking bored." I laughed as I ran my fingers through my hair, it was so much shorter than I had, had it in years but was kind of nice. Honestly I also really wanted to see what Will would say, I didn't think he'd be judgemental or anything. But the thoughts always had to cross my mind, all the 'what ifs?' I push them out of my mind and tell Annabeth to wait for a minute so I can wash and properly do my hair. It took about a quarter of the time it used to but still that moment of time made me think of every possible reaction for Will to have, I decided to leave my hair out as we walk to the Apollo cabin. I knocked of the door and unsurprisingly Will answered it, he saw me and kind of froze, a bit shocked.

"So what do you think?" I muttered, Will pulled me closer to him and sunk into a kiss, he tasted like strawberries. He ran his fingers through my hair; he was warm always, smelling like rubbing alcohol mixed with roses and a sweet scent I could never really place. I wrapped my arms around his neck standing on my tiptoes to reach him, grabbing the ends of Will's short, curly, blonde hair. As we broke the kiss he leaned down and whispered,

"You look amazing my Angel." I blushed and that is when we realised Annabeth was recording the whole thing and was running off to cabin one to show Jason.

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Not a helpless chapter (sorry about that, the next chapters long and I haven't had time to write)

Pls give advice cuz I don't think the plot makes sense.

I don't know if I really like this ficlet, I started it in the middle of writing the Ariel chapter because I hated writing it so much I needed something to write that wasn't helpless.

I don't really like it but I feel like might as well post it.

I have a Angel Dust ficlet that I wrote a few weeks ago so comment if u want to see it

You will be getting Harry Potter, specifically marauders shit soon because I have far too many wolfstar ideas that I want to write that I haven't.

If you read my Wattpad stuff I promise I'll try to update Not All Hero's Have Happy Endings and if anyone wants (don't know who's reading it at this point cuz I've barely started) Mischief Managed, I was actually very excited when I started it but I think the style might change a lot cuz I started that like two years ago.

If you have any fandoms u want fics for I will try to write some, just comment.

The mystery in my mind is taking over, maybe the time is up. I will always be there with you, I promise I'll always be there.

Love,

-Siri

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[yassifiedenhydralutris]

this city screams your name, chapter 1/2: "i almost do"

out now on ao3!

A look into forty-eight hours in the lives of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase after their break-up as they both struggle to find a place for themselves in the world.

Technically the second chronological work in this series, but it's more of a prequel to 'paris' than it is a sequel to 'spread your wings and learn how to fly.'

this first chapter of part three of my princess diaries au series is up! it's a little different than the other parts, but hopefully still enjoyable!

a small excerpt:

“So, a few of us who are in the city–you know, the old crew from high school–are going out for drinks tonight, if you’d be interested,” Grover said, leaning against the door and absentmindedly watching the students stream down the hallways. “I know you’re leaving in a few days for training camp, so I thought the others would appreciate it if I extended an invitation.”

Percy scratched the back of his head. “Who, exactly, is included in ‘a few of us?’”

“Me, of course, and Piper, since she’s still working for NBC, Rachel will be there, and Jason will probably make an appearance…”

Grover trailed off, causing Percy to narrow his eyes. “And who else?”

“Oh, um, well, I don’t know if you saw, but…” Grover glanced around them quickly before leaning slightly closer to him. “Well, um, Annabeth is in town for a UNESCO summit, and I think Piper invited her, but…”

He trailed off again, obviously noticing how much Percy’s expression had soured. 

“I’m sorry, G-Man, but I really don’t think I’ll be able to make it. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”

Grover raised his eyebrows incredulously, obviously picking up on Percy’s blatant lie. 

“Okay, okay, I get it. I’ve gone through break-ups, too.”

Percy scoffed, leaning further back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. “I know you have. But nothing like this. Do you know how humiliating it is for a press secretary to release a statement about your breakup? I mean, some people found out from fucking CNN before I had the chance to tell them.”

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth fanfiction #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fanfic #fanfic #percy jackson fanfiction #princess diaries au #writing

[jasonsscar]

dreamless cravings

(click here to read on ao3)

Although Annabeth Chase hated admitting it, she was a hopeless romantic.

It was just so easy to be that. Especially when Percy Jackson, her boyfriend, her partner, her soulmate, was literally the definition of what a hopeless romantic should fall for. He was sarcastic, funny, smart, and handsome (so fucking handsome). It killed Annabeth nearly everytime that she looked at him and half the time whenever she met his eyes that were seagreen she swears up and down her breath feels like it’s stolen right out of her lungs. He was perfect, so perfect.

And she missed him so much.

Annabeth could barely keep her eyes open as she sat on the beach near Camp Half-Blood. She was exhausted. All she wanted was a second alone to clear her head but for the past four months the only thing that she could bring herself to focus on was trying not to forget his voice, his smile, his laugh. The ocean waves were the closest she would get to remembering him because he always smelled like the ocean and if Annabeth closed her eyes and was exhausted enough, she could swear she could almost feel him sitting right beside her and wrapping his arms around her.

Annabeth didn’t realize her eyes were fluttering closed until she opened them and saw Piper McLean kneeled in front of her, her choppy brown hair falling around her face and her kaleidoscope eyes being stupidly mesmerizing as usual.

“Hey,” Piper said softly. There was a soothing nature to her voice and Annabeth knew she was using her charmspeak abilities only subtly and Annabeth couldn’t even complain because it felt nice to be washed over with her voice. It distracted her. “Come on, let's get you to bed.”

Camp was bathed in golden light from the late afternoon sun. It was the time of day when everything at camp had slowed down and it was quiet. It was the time of day that she could always find Percy just relaxing by the water, knowing Annabeth would find him in some way or another. It was the reason she found herself near the water so often now, she hoped that maybe one day he’ll just appear again and the roles would be reversed and he would find her near the water instead.

At the entrance to her cabin, Annabeth stopped abruptly, making Piper nearly trip.

“Annie?” Piper asked.

“I don’t want to go to bed,” Annabeth mumbled and she rubbed her eyes. “And don’t charmspeak me into doing it.”

She heard Piper inhale.

Annabeth sat herself down on the steps of cabin six and lowered her head into her hands, resting against her knees. She could hear the creak of the steps as Piper moved to sit beside her, resting her head against Annabeth in that comforting way she always did whenever Annabeth got like this.

Annabeth didn’t realize she was crying until she sniffled. Piper gently hugged Annabeth’s arm when she heard that but she said nothing. She had already comforted her so many times but no words truly comforted Annabeth. No, she wouldn’t be okay until she saw him again and knew he was okay.

That boat couldn’t be finished fast enough.

“I’m so scared,” Annabeth finally whispered, her voice broken. “I miss him.”

Piper moved her head, pressing her lips against the blonde girl’s shoulder. “I know,” she mumbled. “I know you do.”

Annabeth picked up her head, the cool April wind that was blowing through camp making her wet face feel cold for a second. She felt Piper pick her head up and she felt her gaze fall onto her as Annabeth stared out at the campgrounds. Some demigods were out and about still, girls in their cliques giggling and gossiping and boys… being boys.

“You’re gonna like him,” Annabeth said as she gently wiped her tears away. It wasn’t the first time she’s told Piper that and sometimes Annabeth wonders if she’s hyping up her boyfriend too much but no… no, that wasn’t even possible.

“I better,” Piper said lightly and it made Annabeth smile just a bit. “We’re doing all this for him so if I hate him I’m gonna be pissed.”

“You can hate him too if you want,” Annabeth said and rested her head against Piper’s shoulder, the daughter of Aphrodite wrapping her arm around Annabeth, again, in that comforting way that Annabeth had grown fond of. “I think I’m gonna kick his butt when I see him again. How dare he get kidnapped.”

Piper laughed. “I’ll pay to be first in line to see that.”

“I’ll give you a best friend discount,” Annabeth mumbled as she let her eyes flutter closed now, Piper’s arm around her and her voice enough to soothe the daughter of Athena. “You must be sick of me talking about him.”

“I think I’m far worse about Jason,” Piper sighed.

“Nah,” Annabeth smiled softly. “I like hearing you talk about him. That’s what best friends are for anyway. Talking about boys and stuff.”

She could hear the smile in Piper’s voice when she asked. “Best friends? I’m your best friend?”

“Don’t let it get to your head,” Annabeth whispered. She was falling asleep. This also wasn’t the first time. “You always take care of me.”

Annabeth felt Piper gently brush the blonde hair that had fallen out of Annabeth’s ponytail and into her face behind her ear as Annabeth fully drifted off now, Piper’s soft whisper of “That’s what best friends are for” being the last thing she heard before she fell into another dreamless sleep with a heavy heart.

#idk if i wanna tag this percabeth #but i’m going to #percabeth #piper mclean #annabeth chase #post lost hero #in that time while the argo ii is being built #angst/comfort #this was fun to write #(i wrote it at work) #kari writes #pls go give it kudos on ao3 if you like it too 😔 #i would appreciate it 🫶

[kidlit-queen-competition]

Round 4 Poll 1: Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables vs Annabeth Chase from Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Propaganda:

Anne Shirley:

The poster child for female-presenting ADHD before the diagnosis even existed for stereotypical hyperactive boys, she's a mess who always seems to stumble into trouble and generally seems like just too MUCH for more than one character, yet her general enthusiasm, creativity, and determination just compells people to love her sometimes against their will. And if you tell her she's in this competition, she will NOT STOP until she comes out on top.

because she's the most delightful little girl in the world & anne of green gables has held on as a classic for over a century

wild and wacky Troublesome girl representation!! also her deep love for diana!

Smart, imaginative, loyal orphan from a classic book series

The original kid lit Queen!

Anne has a big imagination and a big heart! She is full of passion and always tries to do best by the people she loves. She turns Green Gables upside down when she arrives and opens up everyone's heart right up. This competition wouldn't be complete without her!!!

A classic weird girl icon. I love her so much.

As someone who was always taught to be the 'good little girl' - Anne whacking Gilbert on the head for pulling on her hair made her an absolute legend in my mind. She loves nature, has a temper, and finally gets to enjoy the simple joys of childhood with her new family the Cuthberts.

she is so dear to my heart. she never stops talking and is always finding beauty in the world around her. she grows up through the series and reading it at different ages through the years meant I sort of got to grow up with her, which was really special to me. she has this wonderful story about finding family where she doesn't expect it and winning people over through being herself and being kind to them. also, canadian content <3

Annabeth chase:

Not Like Other Girls genius demigod architect disaster who conquered arachnophobia with a Chinese Finger Trap.

She's smart, she's tough, she doesn't take anyone's crap, she's a woman in STEM. Her mother is the goddess of wisdom and it fucking shows. Annabeth Chase was my second crush at the age of 10

It’s fucking Annabeth Chase

I'm sure she has been submitted already, I am seconding her submission

#annabeth chase #pjo #percy jackson #anne of green gables #anne with an e #kqc round 4

[twopersoncult]

Jealousy (Percabeth)

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Annabeth has too much to drink and dances with a stranger to rile up her boyfriend.

Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Leo Valdez, Piper McLean, Jason Grace

Date written: 10th May 2022

Thudding vibrations pulsated against every inch of the checkered dance floor as figures swayed in the moody lighting of the dark club. Percy and Annabeth met up with Jason Piper and Grover who’d been visiting Leo at his new job. Leo took the job at a local bar during his break from Camp and school. He took his love for tinkering and inventing with him behind the bar and it showed in each of the clubs ‘special’ drinks. After a quick - ill timed, Iris Message with Grover in a bathroom he found out his best friend was in the area and would soon join them.

Percy sat at one of the booths on the other side of the club, half listening to Jason and Piper chatting about their newest cat, half keeping tabs on Annabeth as she was served her drinks by Leo. Watching as they made light conversation with him to catch up. He kept his eyes trained on her while he waited for Grover to arrive. Annabeth downed yet another cup of... well she wasn't sure what mix Leo made this time. She glanced down to the dance floor at the dark silhouettes that swayed from side to side to the latest EDM mix, making her sway to the beat as well. The alcohol in her veins gave her an electric buzz of courage to move her hips to the rhythm of the pounding music.

The sway of Annabeth’s hips had Percy in a trance… Fuck, that was his girl, he thought as he excused himself from the booth and started making his way to her. "Hey Perce!" Grover shouted over the loud music and chatter of the mortal club, breaking Percy out of the trance Annabeth had him under. The last time the three of them had been to any sort of club together.. things hadn't gone down too well aka they were attacked by some asshole monsters.

"Hey man!" Percy said with a smile growing on his face at the sight of his best friend, as he and Grover embraced, "Glad you could finally make it, the guys are over at the booth and Annabeth's..." Percy trailed off to point at Annabeth when he looked back at the bar and realized he lost sight of her.

His expression hardened when he quickly scanned the area and couldn't spot her head of golden locks. “Annabeth...was here,” he sighed, continuing towards the bar to ask Leo where she went. When he approached the bar, Leo was mixing up a drink for another customer and grinned in their direction.

“Hey Grover, nice to see you man!” He said and fist-bumped Grover to which he greeted him back. “Looking for your girl, Water Boy?” He asked Percy with a knowing look, seeing as Percy was glancing back and forth around the club.

“I'm not playing any games right now, Valdez. Where is she? This place could literally be crawling with monsters in disguise.” “Hey, hey! Chill out man! She said she was gonna head down to the dance floor.”

Percy wasted no time in heading down through the crowd, shouting over his shoulder at Grover that he'd be back. He probably looked downright predatory looking at all the people in the club to find his sweet girl but he didn't care, he just wanted her in his line of sight. When he finally spoted his Wise Girl, she's standing there in the middle of the dance floor, his heart does a little flip in his chest because she looks the most carefree she has in a while. No stresses over studying, no peer pressure, no struggles with fitting in with her regular mortal friends but just his Annabeth letting loose and overflowing with joy. The sight of her makes him burst with happiness and it feels as if the world around them stops and all he sees is her.

Percy genuinely smiles at her and decides that he should leave her to enjoy herself and begins to turn away when he sees a figure out of the corner of his eye dancing behind Annabeth. Annabeth continues to dance, moving her body and weaving her fingers through her hair. Percy is frozen in his spot and watches the figure, who he notices to be a man, wraps one of his arms around her waist and holds her from behind. He watches as he leans down to whisper in her ear but before he could move, Percy felt a pair of stormy grey eyes look up at him. Annabeth looked up at him with a mischievous look and smirked.

Annabeth, in her drunken state, decided to be a teasing little minx and reached her hands up in the stranger's hair and danced against him to further rile Percy up. She could feel Percy's dark, piercing gaze burning through hers and she let the guy grab her hips tighter and inhale the spot between her neck and collarbone. She bit back a cringe at his staunch breath because the dark look that Percy was sending her made it all worth it and she smiled loosely, head falling back into the stranger as dirty thoughts of what Percy would have planned for her flooded her brain.

The man's face was way too close to hers and Percy did not like one bit of it.

Percy gave her a look that said, ‘Sure you want to test me tonight Wise Girl?’ but she just ignored him and turned around to face the stranger, glancing up at him flirtatiously. The man smiled down at her and Percy could see that he was glancing down at her lips, waiting to close the gap between them. Annabeth glanced back to him as if challenging him further, waiting for him to burst and come get her. Percy growled, and angrily strides towards the pair, almost seething and the poor stranger who was none the wiser was pulled away with a snarl from Percy. “Keep your hands off what’s fucking mine.” The man stutterd apologies and stumbled as he backed up and soon disappeared through the dancing crowd.

Not waiting to see where the man disappeared, he grabbed Annabeth's hand and pulled her away from the club, ready to head home and deal with her for this little stunt she decided to pull tonight.

He grabbed her by her chin and lifted it up, bending by her ear so she could hear him over the loud music and said, “We're going home Wise Girl. You're going to learn who you belong to.”

But Annabeth had other plans, she let out adorable drunken giggles and took advantage of Percy being this close to her face and began planting tiny kisses along his jaw along his face until she reached the shell of his ear.

“Oh come on, Seaweed Brain. I was just having a little fun.” She was practically purring into his ear at this point and wrapped both arms around his neck. “And you know I love when you all riled up.” She hummed as she tugged on his hand and pulled him into one of the dark, secluded booths in the back of the club. She planted both hands on his chest and pushed him on the velvety seat, pulling the little string on the curtain that blocked the view of them from other people. Percy watched with surprised eyes as Annabeth planted both legs on either side of his lap, straddling him in the enclosed booth and leaning down into his ear, and whispering, “Besides, you know I'm all yours Percy.” She took both of his hands and placed them on her hips, and he instantly tightened their grip on either side as her blonde hair fell beautifully over her shoulders and onto his face.

“Fuck- Annabeth...don't ever do that again.” he said and looked up into her beautiful stormy eyes. She placed her hands on his that sat high on her thighs and whispered, “Yours. Only yours. Forever Percy.” Were the last words shared between them before he pulled her down to him, lips clashing together as they drowned in a heady cloud of love and lust.

//

Notes: this was our first fic and even though it was a trial, its near and dear to our hearts. hope you enjoyed it though. ❤

#one shot #aged up characters #tipsy annabeth #jealous percy #flirty percabeth #leo is a bartender #grover is a good friend #canon divergence #post BoO #our first work #aka our baby

[percy-x-luke]

Finding Out (2000 words) by robindrake93 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson Characters: Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: POV Third Person, One Shot, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Post-Break Up, Annabeth Chase Is Her Own Warning, Minor Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano/Thalia Grace, Past Luke Castellan/Thalia Grace - Freeform, Jealousy, Future Fic, New Rome (Percy Jackson) Summary: Annabeth fucked around and now she’s finding out.

#percabeth #annabeth chase #percy jackson series #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #riordanverse #fan fiction #ao3 #fanfiction

[mvsicinthedvrk]

halloween event plotting & starter call for hwevent14! 

hello! please LIKE this call and i’ll send you a message about plotting if we haven’t talked event stuff yet. or if you’d rather, please REPLY to this call and request halloween ball event starters-- but tell me who for, who from, & please limit yourself to requesting only three total per mun so i can write with everyone. unless there’s more than three you really want in which case it’s a soft limit

also, fully said “fuck it” and am only describing their costumes/outfits in words rather than images, because pinterest is my personal hell and i am lazy when it comes to graphics

even though i’m a mess i’m excited to plot!!! so here’s the info!!!!!

wei wuxian-- (6/?) -- for lan wangji (tragcdysewn), childe (masqce), the corinthian (softsliders19), jester lavorre (circleofstarrs), lan jingyi (coreofgold), victor salazar (hiddenpxpercuts)

halloween is wei wuxian’s season. since the ball’s only on the 8th, it’s not technically his birthday yet, but he’ll be treating it like it is. you won’t find him alone at this ball; he will inevitably have plenty of company from people he’s dragged onto the dance floor or over to the bar. he is NOT the designated driver for the evening, because he can’t drive. therefore, he will be drinking. a lot.

he will definitely be in some kind of mix of costume-and-formal? costume that could pass as formal if you squint. costume but elevated. he’d pick something from movies and i’m currently thinking he’d be jareth from labyrinth-- flowy shirt, tight trousers, tall boots, and some kind of super wild, shimmery mask with horns.

martin blackwood-- (3/?) -- for elphaba thropp (tragcdysewn), satine kryze (mischiefmuses), kenna de poitiers (hxartbreaker)

social events still make him feel uncomfortable and like he doesn’t really know what to do with himself. martin finds parties supremely awkward if no one talks to him so please bring him some chill company. otherwise, he’ll just wander around glass-in-hand and desperately pretend like he has somewhere to be.

he’s dressed as a pirate, re-using some of the costume pieces that he’d gotten at the renn faire, and his mask is like a wesley-from-the-princess-bride sort of eye cover deal. 

yuri plisetsky-- (3/?) -- for elizabeth midford (drvcxrys), katie gardner (stcrlvght), yuuri katsuki (hiddenpxpercuts)

city events that yuri’s previously attended have not, historically, ended well, so he’s a little apprehensive about the situation. however, he has enough acquaintances in the city at this point that he’s sure he can find people to keep company with. he’s also good at dancing, actually, so he might check out the dance floor for a bit.

he’s wearing an old ice skating costume that was bird-themed, so it’s mostly black-and-silvery fabric that looks like feathers-- it’s sort of a one-piece situation, with trousers and long sleeves all connected. and his mask will be feathery as well. he’d be more comfortable if they let him wear his ice skates in the white house as well but unfortunately he’s in dress shoes.

orpheus-- (2/?) -- for eurydice (youllalwaysbemyporcelain), annabeth chase (drvcxrys)

he loves this! how exciting! so many people and things to look at! honestly he’ll probably get overwhelmed with how much visual stimulation there’ll be inside and will end up out in the gardens sooner rather than later, but he’ll really enjoy himself regardless. 

he’s dressing as the scarecrow from the wizard of oz. his mask will be decorated with straw and bits of flowers. his whole outfit is all very handmade and chaotic.

wen kexing-- (1/?) -- for zhou zishu (youllalwaysbemyporcelain)

this is the kind of high-class nonsense that wen kexing fucking adores. a place to look great, rub elbows with powerful people, and have an audience for all of his chatterbox bullshit. he is the kind of person who will come talk to you for two minutes and then you turn around and he’s already moved on to his next target, the only exception being zhou zishu, who he will probably end up dragging around with him.

it’s hard to dress up when you already dress your best every day (lmao i hate him), but he’ll pull out all the stops for this formal outfit, and his mask will be shiny and elaborate, with lots of large ornamentation.

noah czerny-- (2/?) -- for blue sargent (irresistiibles), emmett cullen (stcrlvght), josie saltzman (hiddenpxpercuts)

he’ll be looking for his friends and roommates in the crowd, most of the time, and making his way through the white house, since he’s never been here. he’s pretty quiet company for the most part but if a good song comes on, he’ll definitely jump on the dance floor

he’s not really in costume??? or dressed up, either??? but he’ll be doing his best to keep a basic masquerade mask on, in the nature of participating in the event

xie lian-- (5/?) -- for sophie hatter (mcrcki), thanatos (tragcdysewn), xiao lanhua (tragcdysewn), mu qing (masqce), hua cheng (coreofgold)

on one hand, too many people in masks makes him distinctly uncomfortable for bai wuxiang-related reasons, so he’s not 100% loving that aspect of the ball. but on the other hand, this sounds like such a lovely event, and he’s really looking forward to the opportunity to celebrate. he’s going into it with a forcibly positive attitude: everyone in the city that he cares about is here, so that’ll be fun!! definitely!!

he was in town last year for halloween but still doesn’t totally understand the concept? so i think he’ll try to borrow a nice formal suit from someone, probably in a color other than white for once, and find a mostly-wire half-mask to wear.

blathers-- (4/?) -- for rowena ravenclaw (mcrcki), binx choppley (irresisiibles), missandei (impcrfct), vision (dcpravities)

blathers is another character of mine who is in his element when surrounded with potential conversationalists. he’ll probably spend a good deal of time out in the gardens, because how are you meant to chat when the music on the dance floor is so incredibly loud? 

blathers, the art enthusiast, is dressed as “the son of man” painting by magritte? the one with the man in a top hat with a lime in front of his face. so he’s mostly wearing formal wear, with a lime-themed mask. it’s a little obscure but he will definitely tell you all about it if you ask.

he xuan-- (1/?) -- for shi qingxuan (irresistiibles) 

he’s not having a great time in general lately, but what else is he going to do but get dragged along to this thing? if he’s got to be trapped in the middle of an existential crisis, at least there’ll be free food here, which is definitely where he will be spending most of his time: by the banquet tables. 

he’s wearing an all-black ensemble that is slightly more formal than what he wears every day, and his mask is black with a few hints of shimmery gold. he would mostly blend into the crowd.

sha hualing-- (3/?) -- for sprig plantar (youllalwaysbemyporcelain), attina (circleofstarrs), kang sae byeok (impcrfct)

she will be sneaking around and trying to cause trouble, because to restrain her to do otherwise would be an exercise in futility. good luck if you try to deal with her.

will be wearing as little clothing as possible, because apparently despite the chilly weather, this is the part of the year where she can get away with that. is it a costume? is it formal wear? who knows. it’s some see-through fabric and ribbons held together with a hope and a prayer, more than anything. and her mask will be see-through as well, because she’s got too good a face to cover up.

liu qingge-- (2/?) -- for jacen solo (impcrfct), jessica hamby (hxartbreaker)

this man is tense. he does not want to be here, and he is not having a good time. probably spending most of the night monitoring the other peak lords from a distance so that they don’t embarrass themselves, because someone’s got to do it. 

will be wearing his normal everyday hanfu etc, except wearing a paper mask he bought on the street corner outside for a dollar, because apparently you’re supposed to wear masks for this thing

loid forger-- (1/?) -- for diana holland (youllalwaysbemyporcelain)

he is here because his family is here, so obviously he had no choice but to come. will spend most of the night eavesdropping on all of the esteemed guests here and monitoring the situation rather than having fun, because he wouldn’t know how to have fun if it killed him. 

he will be dressing formally in a tux and dress shoes, and his masquerade mask is black and white and doesn’t particularly stand out but still looks nice. 

dongfang qingcang-- (2/?)  -- for henry creel (mischiefmuses), edward teach (softsliders19)

will be staying only as long as functionally necessary to make an appearance. his relatively haughty demeanor probably intimidates a number of people to stay away, which is what he would prefer. no one in their right mind would want his company anyway, because he is terrible at conversation lol

will also be dressing formally, and wearing a fairly ostentatious mask that’s a very deep purple.

again, thanks in advance for your starter requests!!!!!!!!!

#hw: plotting call #long post tw #food mention tw #alcohol mention tw #drinking mention tw #swearing tw #hwevent14 #hw: starter call

[forevfangirlwrites]

just how about a how to handle the fame and the apologies: I imagine that annabeth as intentional as she is will forget something that really counts for Percy as a date or something like that because of her job and that she will try to be forgiven and reassure Percy about his insecurities because she knows she really fucked up (maybe even if he trusts her he is always afraid that she will find something better than him, especially at his job and the idea that she has forgotten it really scares him)

It’s not their anniversary.

But it is the day Annabeth Chase walked into Cali’s Café and ordered a caramel macchiato. She doesn’t know this, but he does (he may have memorized the date…for the memoir’s sake, of course) because it still hits him every now and them that this is his life.

He’s prepared a dinner (just a small little thing with three courses and fresh flowers and candles and okay so maybe it’s not that small) for the occasion. Annabeth is supposed to be home any second now, so he rushes to set up the plates.

Deciding to leave the bottle of wine for when she shows up, he checks up on the pasta (that she loves so much) to make sure everything is ready.

The clock on the microwave reads 6:56 and she should be home around 7. (He even checks his phone to make sure).

Annabeth is aware that he’s setting up a date night (though she doesn’t know why or what it is) and he hopes she’ll be surprised.

He’s set up a candlelit dinner to differentiate it from their normal meals, complete with the mood lighting and ambiance.

It’s 7:03 and he can’t help but stare towards the door. She’s more likely to get in at 7:15 anyway, but he finished earlier than he thought and waiting is hard, especially if you’re waiting on a reaction.

So he starts to scroll through his phone. His guilty pleasure has become scrolling through the #percabeth tag on different social media. It’s mostly positive comments about how cute they are, calling out posts they’ve made with each other and even the occasional paparazzi pic.

It’s a slippery slope, though, and he always stops himself before he starts to get too in his head about it all. (Which, when it comes to Annabeth, he is very prone to doing). Exiting out of the app, he checks the time again.

7:32

She’s still not home, but it’s not unusual. Sometimes she runs late because someone pulled her into something, or she had to avoid paparazzi. He checks his texts (‘cause she usually texts him if she can) but there’s nothing.

He lets out a sigh, impatient and excited for her to see all this. He sends her a text.

Hey, when will you be home?

Staring at the words is unproductive so he opens up YouTube instead, hoping to distract himself as he waits.

One video about baking fluffy scones later and he’s back to waiting. It’s 7:53 and Annabeth is still not home. She also still hasn’t answered his text.

The small sense of worry that he’s been brushing aside becomes unavoidable now. It’s been an hour and he’s heard nothing. (Which isn’t that long, he tries to reason with himself).

He sends a follow-up text.

Is everything okay?

If he did actually have the cool indifference of New York subway rider, then maybe he’d be okay. But he cares. He cares a lot.

It’s been two years after all, one since he moved in. He’s officially knee-deep into this.

The thought causes him to freeze. Two years ago today he’d met Annabeth Chase for the first time and made a fool of himself. And now…

Now he’s making her dinner.

Well, made her dinner, that she still hasn’t shown up to. Frowning, he checks his phone again.

Nothing.

If he was rational (and patient) he’d wait longer. But it’s 8:02 and he decides to just call her. it rings.

And rings.

And rings again until it hits her voicemail.

He hangs up with a sigh, the worry building even more. Especially with who she is, anything could have—

Another thought strikes him.

Who she is… is a famous actress…with a bodyguard.

He texts Frank.

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A/N: Thank you so so much for coming from AO3 to send in this prompt! I really appreciate it! I’m sorry it took eight months, and I really hope you liked this! Thanks again! 

#so sorry for the wait! #percabeth #percabeth fic #actress annabeth #barista percy #how to handle fame #hthf #thank you!

[phykios]

If I Were A Blackbird, part 9 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]

For three days, Percy had gone back to his room in the evening, taken out his phone, and stared at the name Annabeth Chase in his contacts. He’d toyed with the idea of changing it a few times to Princess Annabeth. Or maybe just adding a crown emoji or something. But he’d done nothing, save for closing his phone, and sighing with relief when Jason showed up and he no longer had the space for a long, quiet, private conversation with… no one. 

But on that third day, he had nothing to do. It was a rest day, with no practice, press things, or even friend’s events to watch. Jason was right on the cusp of his big race, so he wasn’t even around to distract him. 

And as the hours dragged on, the name in his phone could not be ignored.

He’d called his mom. He’d facetimed Estelle, managing to avoid Paul for royal watcher reasons. Luke was technically at work, but they’d spent an hour or so texting. He’d even IMed Nico about his travel plans.

All his attempts to reach out to Rachel had ended with her asking if he’d called his princess back yet. 

He was basically down to messaging Thalia, who would be rightly pissed if he interrupted her in the middle of something important, or breaking down, and actually calling Annabeth. Just to talk to her. Just to hear her voice.

So he listened to half a podcast on the history of the Byzantine Empire. But he could not focus, barely making it through half an episode on the history of the Fourth Crusade. Not when Annabeth’s phone number waited for him. 

He tried to imagine what she would even say to him, if he called to talk. In your dreams? Thanks for the memories? 

For that matter, what would he even say to her? 

The minutes ticked on. He watched his battery drain, ever so slowly, rubbing his thumb across the screen every time it threatened to go to sleep. It was just after 3 pm when, finally, he hit her name on his contact screen, and listened to it ring. 

After two rings, he was ready to give it up. This was a stupid idea. She didn’t want to talk to him. She was screening his calls. She had something more important to do. She didn’t…

“Hello?” 

And his heart jumped.

He’d almost expected her to sound different. More princess-y? What were princesses supposed to sound like? More European, at least. He still didn’t hear much of an accent from her. 

“Percy?”

Oh, shit, he hadn’t meant to not say hi.

“Oh, did you not mean to call?” 

Oh, shit, he hadn’t meant to swear! “No,” he said, quickly, “no, I just… I didn’t really expect you to pick up.” 

“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked, sounding… confused. Or sad. Maybe. 

“Cause… I figured you had more important things to do than talk to me,” he said. 

“I always want to talk to you,” she said, simply, and with a palpable conviction, even over the phone. 

He blushed, even though she couldn’t see it. How do you even respond to something like that? “Me too,” he said, then immediately had to physically sit on his hand so he didn’t smack himself. Fucking idiot. 

But she laughed, a tinkling, musical thing. Like stars strewn across a dark sky, pointing the way to shore. 

He let out a laugh too, shaky, but firm. “So… am I going to be put on some government watchlist for calling you?”

She laughed again, a soft chuckle. Gods, her laugh was the same as he remembered it. And so damn pretty. “I don't really know how to tell you this, but they've already run like four background checks on you.”

That was… something. Not exactly surprising. But still not something he’d considered. “So… find anything good?” he asked, partly out of a sense of preservation, because boy, did he have some wacky stuff in his background. 

“We have determined,” she said. Was that the Royal We he had heard so much about? “That you, Percy Jackson, are a sailor, a historian, and an upstanding gentleman who loves his family and his sport.” 

Oh. Well that was nice.

“My dad was very impressed by your academic background, too,” she added.

“Oh.” Her dad was impressed. He had impressed her dad, the future king of Sweden. If Paul were here, he would have had a coronary. “Anything else?” Hopefully he would impress the future queen, too.

“Yes. We determined that you were also devastatingly handsome.” 

“Well… that’s nice.” He had expected flirting even less than the future king of Sweden being interested in his academics.

“Were you expecting them to find something?” 

Talk about loaded questions. He was suddenly extremely thankful for all the times Luke had been there during a run in with the police. No one ever caught Luke up to anything. And some minor larceny had never been Percy’s modus operandi on his own, anyway. “Not really,” he said instead. “But, ah… got any weird holes I might be able to fill?” he offered up, thinking about a rather glaring one, and wondering what her people might have come up in the father-sized void in Percy’s life.

“Yeah, actually.” He thought he could sense a light layer of trepidation in her voice, hidden beneath her casual tone. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to listen to her voice for hours, mining for every hidden meaning and nuance. “Your father? His name’s not on your birth certificate.” 

“So,” Percy said, “before I actually tell you,” sort of, “I want to state, for the record, that it is super weird that you know that.” 

“Sorry.” 

“No, no, don’t be sorry,” he said, sitting up as the tone of her voice dropped. “It’s okay, I totally get it. And I’m sure Swedish James Bond has a gun trained on me right now.” 

She laughed again, maybe a little bit more subdued. “You aren’t that big a deal.” 

“Ouch,” he grimaced. “That is just what my ego needed to hear.” 

“Good. Girls like a little humility, especially from a sports star-turned-influencer.”

“Do they? I thought they were into bad Olympic puns and blue sandwiches.”

“Some of the weirder ones, maybe.” 

“Nah,” he said, “only the ones worth knowing.”

She was silent, for a moment. He imagined her maybe sitting on her hotel bed, a mirror image to him, holding her phone, and smiling down at it. At his words. He imagined her lips as they curved upwards, highlighting her strong cheekbones, little crinkles at the corner of her gorgeous eyes. 

He coughed, dry and useless. “Anyway, um… my dad.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” she said, extending him the same grace he had given her earlier.

“It’s okay,” he said. “If it helps, I don’t mind.”

And she didn’t push back against it.

Percy sighed, leaning back against his headboard. “My dad… He’s… I don’t even know how to describe him.”

“What does he do?” 

He had a sudden image of Annabeth at a desk, pencil in hand, bent over and furiously scribbling away in her Percy dossier. It had hearts all over it, and a cartoon valkyrie on the front. The mental picture made him smile. “He’s kind of a bum. He fishes a lot, but other than that… I’ve gone fishing with him a few times, but,” he shrugged, “I’ve really had next to no contact with him.”

She hummed over the phone, sympathetic. “Does that bother you?”

“Not really,” he scoffed. “My dad’s the kind of asshole who had a fling with an eighteen year old girl who was completely alone in the world, and then didn’t even stick around long enough to put his name on the birth certificate.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not. And I don’t need you to be sorry about him, either,” he said. “It’s just… you know when you spend your whole life swinging wildly between cursing someone’s name and wanting nothing more than their acknowledgement and approval?” 

“Yeah,” she said, softly, and with more than a little bitterness. “Yeah, I do know that feeling.”

“Things are good with your dad, though, right?” He prodded, softly. Her dad. Prince Frederick. Future king of Sweden. 

“He’s only about half of it.” 

Ah. “Your mom?” 

“Mmhmm.”

“Wikipedia said she died when you were a baby.” He cringed as soon as he’d said it, as absolutely nothing from that sentence worked on any level.

Annabeth actually snorted in response. “Want to talk about weird? Cite my Wikipedia page.” 

“Well, you were probably breaking down my high school transcript with Maxwell Smart before I even knew you had a Wikipedia page. So there.” 

“Oh, yes, I was very disappointed by that B+ you got in Latin.” 

“That was my teacher’s fault for scheduling the midterm the day before my swim meet.”

She sobered. “Percy, I was kidding. I haven’t seen anything like that. I… doing checks on you wasn’t my idea, I swear,” she said. “It was more a… preventative measure once the pictures got out. I only knew about the thing with your dad because it was mentioned in the debrief.”

“You had a debrief on me, and my calls are still allowed to come through?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she said. So damn earnest. His heart skipped another beat. “And I didn’t mean to be weird about your father. I just… I do know what it's like to be missing a parent and to desperately want their approval, and also to hate that they aren’t there for you.” 

“Did your dad ever look at you, and you knew he was seeing your mom, and it kind of crushed you?” Percy asked, quietly. It hadn’t happened a lot, not really. But every time he’d noticed it, he’d felt it in his chest. He’d felt guilty about it, too, which was why he’d never mentioned it to Luke. Luke had so much worse to deal with on the mom front than he did. It hadn’t seemed fair to bring it up. 

She sighed, heavy, world weary, and tinny. “He did.” 

“It sucks.” 

“It does,” Annabeth agreed. “Is… I saw that you had a stepfather. What’s he like?”

In his mind’s eye, he was at his mother’s wedding again, walking her down the aisle, and trying not to cry at the naked love and adoration on his stepfather’s face. “Paul’s amazing,” he said. “He’s just what my mom always deserved.” She’d avoided relationships for so long, devoting so much of herself to taking care of Percy and May and Luke. He couldn’t even really remember her having a lot of friends. He’d been so happy when she’d seriously started working on her writing again, and then going back to school. And then when she’d met Paul, and they’d gotten serious, he’d been absolutely thrilled for them.

“Oh,” said Annabeth, taken aback. “I… I’m glad.”

Oh. “Um… I guess you and your stepmother… uh…” He trailed off, unsure how to continue his thought without accidentally insulting a member of the royals. Somehow, Paul would sense it, and then he’d probably have a heart attack. 

Annabeth sighed. “You don’t want to hear about my messy family politics.” 

“I think family politics for royalty might just be normal politics.” 

“That’s my point,” she said, tiredly. Percy figured maybe she had tread this ground before, maybe even hundreds of times–with her family, with her friends, with her country, even. She had no reason to rehash it, and especially not with him. 

But. “I love my stepdad,” he said, “and he's awesome for my mom. But, also, when I was two, my mom started working for my Aunt May, who we later found out had a relationship with my paternal cousin. I am pretty familiar with weird, fucked up families.” Even giant, old, European ones. Though he didn’t say that part. “So, if you want to vent, or something… I can listen. I don’t mind.” 

She didn’t say anything, not for a long time. But he could still hear the gentle static of the ambient noise of her room. Sitting here, together, in silence, separated only by a phone signal, it was strangely, wonderfully intimate. 

“I don’t really want to,” she said, after a few minutes. 

“Of course. You don’t have to share anything with me.” 

She sighed. “It's not that. It's more just like… I want to talk to you about happier things. Things I actually like. I may not like my stepmother, but I do like you.” 

Percy smiled, slow and creeping, even though she couldn’t see him. “You… like me?” 

“I do,” she said. “Do you like me?”

“I do.” 

And if either of them noticed that those sounded like the responses at a wedding, they didn’t say it out loud. 

“So,” Annabeth said, the noises over the phone making it sound like she was readjusting her position. Maybe she was snuggling into bed, pulling a blanket over her, her hair spread out over her pillow as she relaxed. “What are you up to, today?”

“It's a rest day,” he said. “With the big race coming up, I have to relax at least a little. I have one every two or three days, but my last rest day fell on the equestrian event, so I went and watched my cousin. And my other cousin Nico was there, so we had fun.” He was finally going to get to properly see Nico at dinner tonight, which was good. And Nico hadn’t given him any shit about the whole princess thing. Which was doubly nice. Though, Percy couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t because of the whole countess for a mother thing, or because he’d spend so much time in his father’s court. 

“But not today?”

“Not today.” Nico and Hazel were celebrating her silver together. And he’d been invited, but with that kind of reluctant vibe that made it clear the siblings wanted some sibling time, at least until dinner. “What about you? Don’t you have some babies to kiss, or some war to avert, or some village to sack?” 

***

She laughed, despite herself, her head back against her pillow. “I wish,” she said. “You could come with me. We’d sack up and down the coast.” 

“You think I’d be good in a fight?” He asked, a smile in his voice. 

And yeah, actually, she did. But she wasn’t sure why. “You did mention fencing in an interview, right?” 

“You watched my interview?” 

“Wikipedia,” she quickly responded. That was going to be a good get out of jail free card so she didn’t look like a total stalker. At least for a while.

“Well, I did do some fencing, both standard style and more of a–period style, for a time. People tell me I’m not half bad with a sword.” 

“Neither am I,” she said, “We should have a go, sometime.” 

“Oh, I’d like that very much,” he said, his voice tipping down an octave or so. 

Color rising in her cheeks, she changed the topic. “I was–I was actually thinking about the boat thing. Vikings were seafarers, as much as anything. I bet you could get me to all the most well-stocked monasteries.” 

“Well, I’ll admit I’m better in salt water, then fresh, and I know the vikings liked to go up river.” His voice was so bright, like he was talking to a normal girl, a regular old twenty-something who was chatting up the boy she liked, asking if he were down to do some pillaging. “But I bet I could handle a longboat. I’ve managed a lot of boats in my time. I could get you anywhere you want to go.”

“Guess you should have run away with me that day in the marina. We could be living large by now, viking down the coast of Florida.” 

“I do hate Miami,” he said.

For a moment, she could picture it: him, her, a boat, and the open waters. No shitty family to hold them down. No reporters to trail their every step. No responsibilities beyond each other. “I’m sorry, Percy.” The words tripped out of her, like a runner out of the gate. “I’m so sorry that I dragged you into all this.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s really not.”

He sighed. “I guess not. But I understand.” 

“You do?” she asked, twisting the blanket around her finger. “You’re… not mad?”

A pause. “Maybe I am, a little bit.”

She swallowed. “Makes sense,” she mumbled. “I did lie to you. I’m really, really sorry. I should have told you the truth from the beginning.” 

He actually let out a little laugh. But it wasn’t his normal, buoyant, grinning laugh. It was wry, instead. A little dark. A little guarded. “That’s not why I’m mad.” 

“It’s not?”

“Of course not,” he said. “Look, I’m not, I don’t think, unreasonable. You had no reason to tell me at the beginning. Honestly, it would have sounded like a line. And as hard as it is for me to believe, we did only just meet a little while ago.” And that was the truth, wasn’t it. They’d only just met, not even more than a month ago. They’d known each other for so little time… but it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. “And I’m not entitled to all your secrets. Just like you’re not entitled to all of mine.” 

“You have secrets?”

“Of course I do, Annabeth. Gods, yes, I have secrets. And I like you–a lot. But I’m not–I don’t want to share them all with you right now. And I’ll always extend to you the same courtesy.” 

“Oh,” She said, a wave of curiosity bubbling up in her. A desperation to know. To find out. He’d learned her secrets, after all. But then again, not all of them. Not even the juiciest of them. But, then… “So, why are you mad?”

She heard him blow his breath out, tinny and staticky. “Because… Look, I totally get not wanting to give me the whole story. I’m sure starting off with ‘Hey, I'm a princess and I have security and sometimes the press follows me around’ would have been intimidating. But we didn’t have to go somewhere so public as a movie theater. Or even just walking around the city. I would have happily kept up seeing you in private places.” 

And then, a second fantasy, even more whimsical than the first. They were walking down the streets of Stockholm together on a bright, sunny afternoon, holding hands. She closed her eyes, willing it away.  

“I’m not mad that you didn’t tell me you were a princess. I’m still scared the Swedish government is going to put out a hit on me, but I’m not mad about that. But I am mad that you put me in a really shitty situation with the paps and Twitter and the world, when you knew better, and I didn’t.” 

“I’m sorry,” was all she could say in response. It was not enough. 

“Me too,” he agreed. “I… I can’t say it's okay. Or that it isn’t a big deal. But I know you didn’t mean to do it. So, that helps. I can take negligence over cruelty any day.”

“Still.”

“Yeah. But I’ll get over it.” 

“Soon?” And it was such a dumb, childish thing to ask. 

“Probably,” he said. “You’re pretty cute.” 

“I thought I was beautiful?”

“That, too.”

“Well,” she said, biting her lip to keep herself from smiling too hard, “if… if you want something private… You said it was a rest day. I could send my driver to pick you up. I’ve got a princess suite and I can get you almost any kind of room service for dining.” 

“Almost?”

“Well, I haven’t tried everything yet.” Or… “Or, if you wanted… Maybe I could give you something better to eat.”

“Oh, yeah?” 

Sense memory reared its head, the tug of his lip between his teeth, the feel of his hair in her hands. “I think it could easily be arranged.” 

He hummed across the phone, vibrating into her ear. “I like the sound of that. Tell me more.” 

“This bed is awfully big,” she said, lowering her voice to match. “And I’ve been in it all by myself for days now.” 

“No other Olympian gentlemen callers?” He asked. 

She shook her head. “No one else would help me sack Palm Beach. What use would I have for them?”

“Is that all I am to you? Some muscle? A tongue and a pair of thighs?” 

He didn’t sound too put out at the idea. “But what strong thighs they are, and what a talented tongue. I’ll give you a sword, if you want.”

“But I already have a sword.” 

Boy did he. It reminded her of her favorite dagger, actually. It wasn’t the biggest or flashiest. But it could get into where it needed to go. And do all sorts of damage once inside. 

If Percy had taught her anything, it was that the old saying was true: it wasn’t the size of the wave, it was the motion of the ocean.

“I mean, I do really have a sword, but… that’s not what you meant… uh…” And now he was all tongue tied and adorable and he was probably blushing and she was so blindly desperate to see him. And his sword. Metaphorical or not.

“Um,” she confidently began her offer, “I can call Hans, my driver from the other night, to go pick you up. Sound good?”

But she was not met by any more delicious flirting or awkward stammering. Just a long moment of silence that got longer and longer. 

And his voice had returned to its normal, pleasant tenor when he said, “Maybe we should pump the brakes a bit.”

“Oh.” And she knew she couldn’t keep her deep deep disappointment out of it. 

“Not–not for long,” he rushed, “just… maybe until after the Olympics are over.” Another three weeks. She felt her heart jump into her throat. 

It was probably the smart thing to do. She was working. They were both working. But, then again, the idea of waiting on pins and needles for the rest of this pomp and circumstance was not exactly her idea of a good time. “Sure,” she said, eventually. “That sounds good.”

“Thanks.” 

But, she supposed it was worth it, just to hear the relief in his voice. She could give him a little more time to think about it before dragging him down with her into her world. 

“I should probably warn you, while you think about things,” and she hated to do this, but it was only fair. “Things might calm down a little, but speculation, attention, media stuff. It won’t go away. Even after the Olympics. So… you should probably consider that, while you’re deciding if this is a thing you want to get involved in.” 

“I think you misunderstood,” he said. “I’m not deciding about anything. I’ve made up my mind. I am so down to date you.” The grin that broke out on her face could have left a permanent scar, her heart jumping in her chest. “I just… I need some time for my races. And maybe to warn my mom.” 

“You’re really cool with this.” It was kind of unbelievable. It was kind of amazing. 

“Should I not be?” 

“No, I’m just… surprised, I guess. But, pleasantly.”

“Would you believe me if I said that the hot girl I was seeing turning out to be a princess isn’t the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me?”

She paused. Because not really, no. And then Piper’s words came wiggling into the back of her mind.

“So, I have to ask,” she finally said, hating every word that was about to come out of her mouth. “Are you a secret prince?”

“...Am I what?”

“Like, maybe of some dynasty that lost its power in the wake of one of the world wars? Or maybe in the German Unification?” 

There was a long moment of silence. 

“Is…” He didn’t seem sure how to respond. “Um… is that a thing that happens?”

“Not in my experience,” she admitted, “no.” But stranger things had happened. 

“I mean… there’s a family legend that my mom’s mom’s family was descended from the Byzantine emperors,” he said. “But other than that… probably not.” 

“Probably?”

“Anything’s possible, right? But really, no. I promise, I am just a Connecticut Yankee in Princess Annabeth’s Court.”

“That’s so fucking cute,” she said. “I hate that.” 

“Thank you. I try very hard.”

“I’ll talk to you soon?”

“Definitely, princess.” 

She shuddered. “Annabeth.” 

“What?”

“Please, just… call me Annabeth. All the time, but especially if you’re just talking to me.” Beneath her blanket, she curled her legs up, tensing her toes against the soft fabric.“I can do that, Annabeth,” he promised, and she felt like she could breathe again. “I can do that.”

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Bay Acker

FANDOM: Riordanverse - Heroes of Olympus

FIC TITLE: the secrets we keep

FACE CLAIM: Celeste O’Connor

ENTERS: The Lost Hero

CHARACTER TYPE: Main Character

AGE: 16

GENDER: Nonbinary, they/them pronouns

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

LOVE INTEREST: Leo Valdez

Growing up the unwanted child of Triton was hard. Finding out that their dad was actually their brother and that grandpa Neptune was actual their father? That was almost easy, if it weren’t for the very underlying danger that their very existence caused.

Finding out they were Neptune’s kid from rumors wasn’t exactly how Bay expected to find out something that life-changing, but ultimately, they were happy to find out. Maybe knowing their real father would make him want to spend more time with them?

But being the secret child of Neptune had its drawbacks. As Bay was kept hidden away under the sea to keep them a secret from the other gods, they got to train. And train. And train. And when they weren’t training, Neptune was more often Poseidon, and was often talking about their half-brother’s adventures. Bay killed a sea monster attacking a mermaid? Percy traveled the Labyrinth and survived. Bay discovered their siren song? Percy fought and defeated fucking Kronos.

But whatever. They could live with being second best. The hidden mistake. At least they got to be around their dad (rarely, but still!) and he didn’t.

Until everything changed.

The rule had always been stay within the palace walls. For seventeen years, they obeyed their dad faithfully. Until he says Percy has gone missing and, unable to do anything about it, he’s sending her to the famed Camp Half-Blood to search for him. Their quest? Find Percy and keep him safe, if it comes down to it.

Bay has never been one to disobey Neptune and today won’t be their first time.

As strange as it is being above water for the first time they can remember, Bay gets used to it. Pretending to be Triton’s child again? Easy. But when Annabeth Chase, Percy’s girlfriend, stumbles into camp with an amnesiac son of Zeus and his friends just days after the gods stop communicating, Bay is certain they’re connected somehow. And if that means tagging along on their quest against the three’s will? Well, that’s just fine by them.

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It's Dark(Baby You Can See me Anyway)

Oceano and Saggio have been working against each other for over a decade, but Oceano is Percy and Saggio is Annabeth, and Percy and Annabeth are married.

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase (Explicit)

He slipped through the shadows, back pressed against the brick wall. In hindsight, he really was asking to be pinned against it.

“I had a feeling I’d find you here tonight,” her strong voice rang through the night. 

He looked up, eyes widening as his gaze landed on the woman who made his life both miserable and wonderful.

“Saggio, how wonderful to see you again.” He called out, stepping into the light.

“You as well, Oceano.” Saggio jumped down from the balcony on which she stood, landing a few feet away from him. “I beat you here tonight,” she flaunted the silver diadem. It gleamed in the moonlight, and Oceano couldn't help but fantasize the diadem circling her golden hair while she—

Stop.

He ridiculed himself, taking a deep breath. He had a wife whom he loved very much. “It's a shame I'll have to take it from you.” 

Oceano took a step forward, Saggio did the same. She twirled the diadem around her fingers, smirking. “I do love these games we play. My husband wouldn't think the same, though.”

“You're married?” He asked, drawing his gun.

“He's a lovely man,” she pulled a thin dagger from her waistband, “rather dense, but good. Can't say the same for my daughter. She figured me out long ago.”

“And you trust her?” Oceano swapped his gun for a dagger thicker than his opponent's. He didn't really want to hurt her.

“With my heart and soul,” Saggio’s voice softened before she dove at him, taking him by surprise and pinning him to the wall. “You've gotten slow, old man.”

“I'm not old, goddamn.” He grit his teeth, struggling against her hold. She didn't relent, instead bringing her dagger against his throat. “You wouldn't.”

“Maybe not,” she dug a little deeper, but not deep enough to make a cut. 

“It makes for excellent foreplay though,” Oceano grinned, catching Saggio off guard. He didn't miss her soft gasp or the way she bit the inside of her lower lip. He used the opportunity to duck out from her clutches, snatching the diadem and jumping off the platform on which they stood.

“Fuck you!” She called, frustrated.

“You'll have to catch me first,” he called back, grinning over his shoulder.

—

Oceano crawled up the fire escape through the window of his condo, first making sure his wife was asleep before changing out of his disguise and taking out his contacts. He looked in the mirror, running his hand through his black hair. Checking his body for cuts, he noticed a thin line running across his neck.

“Fuck,” he muttered, rummaging through his bag to find a bottle of concealer to cover the wound.

As he applied the makeup, he noticed a glint of silver in his hair. Narrowing his eyes, he discovered…a grey hair. He let out a groan, taking out his contacts and replacing them with his gold-rimmed glasses.

“What's wrong?” His wife asked, sleepily wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I'm going grey, Beth. I'm only thirty-five!”

She snorted, yawning. Her curly hair fell over his shoulder as she massaged his scalp. “It's only one hair, Percy.”

“And soon it will be two,” he spun around, kissing his wife lightly. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” she smiled, toying with the waistband of his joggers. “I missed you today.”

“Why don't you do something about it then?” Percy grinned against his wife's lips, lifting her night shirt over her head.

—

The next morning, as Percy made breakfast for his daughter, he noticed her reading an article from the newspaper.

“What are you reading, honeybee?” He asked as he set a plate of pancakes in front of her.

“The page on the supers. Oceano stole the diadem from Saggio and returned it to the museum. Apparently Saggio was hired anonymously to steal it and bring it back to Spain.”

Percy sighed, forcing a smile onto his face. “If Spain wants their diadem back, then they should inform the US instead of hiring someone to steal it.” He turned back to his pancakes, grinning as Alexandra groaned. 

“It’s so much cooler to have someone go on a mission, though.”

“Besides,” Annabeth kissed her husband quickly, plucking a pancake off the plate. “The government doesn't do anything to help the issue; it's up to the agencies to get anything done regarding international affairs.”

“I know that, I just don't like how people are constantly stealing from other countries to get their shit back.” Percy wrinkled his nose, flipping the last of the pancakes.

“If you had it your way, you'd have supers abolished.” Alexandra said through a mouthful.

“I'd have Castellan’s agency abolished.” Percy said grumpily. “He's an ass at every dinner we go to.”

“Stop swearing in front of our eleven-year-old,” Annabeth ridiculed him.

“Sorry, love.”

Percy's watch beeped obnoxiously, soon followed by Annabeth's.

“I've got to run, I’ll see you tonight,” Annabeth kissed her husband and daughter, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and dashing out the door.

Percy gave Alexandra a quick hug. “Duty calls. Don't cause any trouble in school today.”

“I won't!” 

—

“I wasn't expecting you to act again so soon,” Percy called out, now disguised as Oceano. He wore an all-black suit, a bullet vest under, a beanie covering his mop of black(and a single grey) hair. His blue contacts itched his eyes, making every blink painful. A black phantom-of-the-opera-style mask covered half of his facial features.

“Your eyes are too recognizable, too unique. You’ll need to cover them.” Chiron told him, handing him a container of colored contacts. 

Saggio sat on the edge of a building roof at least twenty stories high. Her usual silk black button-up was replaced with white tucked into her high waisted leather pants.

“I’m on watch. I take it you've been called to spy on me?” She asked bitterly.

“You've got it.” Oceano sat next to her, a good foot between them.

“You aren't doing a great job of spying.”

“I'm not,” he agreed quietly.

Together, they watched as the sun rose over the city. The light reflected off Saggio's mask. Her mask only covered the area around her eyes, a fact he was grateful for. She seemed to glow in the morning light. She was gorgeous at night, but mornings were when she seemed to come alive.

“You're staring.” Saggio teased.

“I'm thinking about how easy it would be to push you off the edge.” He lied.

“Then do it,” she challenged.

“Not today,” he smiled at her. Rather than bristling as he'd expected, she smiled back.

In the time they'd been gazing over the city, they'd closed the space between them, now sitting shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

As they stared at each other, Oceano found himself wanting to not be in rival agencies, just for a moment. He wished they could be normal people.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

Saggio's soft sunlit smile turned into a smirk, just asking for trouble. “That's a dangerous question, Oceano.”

“Try me.” He challenged.

She narrowed her eyes, gaze falling down to his lips for a split second. “Do I make you nervous?”

Oceano leaned forward, just slightly, smirking. “Never in your wildest dreams.” He lied.

“You seem quite confident about that.” 

“Because it's true.”

“I don't think so, Nemico.”

“What makes you say that?” His voice was hardly above a whisper, their faces not even an inch apart.

She never responded, rather crashing her lips to his. He gasped, his hand finding the small of her back and pulling her as close as their protective gear would allow. She bit his lower lip, drawing a faint taste of iron. One of her hands traveled below his waist, palming his cock. He gasped into her mouth again.

“Fuck, you’re sensitive,” Saggio teased. They scrambled away from the view of the road, and she slammed his back against a brick wall. Oceano felt his suit trousers grow uncomfortably tight as Saggio ground her hips into his own. She kissed a line down his neck, biting harder each time. 

Oceano clumsily undid the buttons to Saggio's silk shirt, bending her lacy bra cup down and rolling her nipple with his forefinger and thumb.

Her kisses stuttered as she let out a quiet whine. He used her pause to flip them around. He began to undo the buttons of her trousers, looking up at her for consent.

“Hurry up,” she demanded, breathless.

Oceano continued, ripping her pants down her muscular legs. He pushed her panties aside(matching her bra), wasting no time in stretching her apart with one finger, rapidly adding another.

“You're so wet for me. Have you been thinking about this all morning? About how I'll pull you apart?”

Saggio cried out, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

“Uh-uh.” Oceano smirked up at her. “Eyes on mine.”

She nodded, grabbing onto the hair that had slipped from his beanie. He took her apart at a bruising pace. He pressed his thumb over her clit, and she fell apart, sobbing with relief.

Saggio pulled her rival up by the collar, meeting his lips tiredly. “Get the fuck inside me,” she demanded, unzipping his pants, lining his cock up with her entrance.

“Demanding, are we?”

“Shut up,” she grunted as Oceano lifted her up, her legs wrapping around her waist. She sank onto his length, breath stuttering. The noises she made as he slammed into her made him want to say fuck the agencies and rip off their masks.

He didn't, though. 

—

Afterwards as they straightened themselves out, Oceano swallowed hard, looking at his rival. “That can't happen again.”

“I know,” Saggio said. She refused to look at him.

“Hey, look at me,” he tilted her chin upwards so they could look at each other. “I still hate you, don't worry.”

She laughed softly, eyes sad. “Okay.”

“Don't steal anything,” he called as he strolled away, hands in his pockets.

Saggio didn't reply.

—

Percy walked through the door of his apartment, shoving his mask in his bag and tossing his blazer on the back of a nearby chair. As he was taking off his CHB cufflinks, his daughter rolled down the hall with her heelys.

“What did your mother tell you about using those inside?” He asked tiredly.

“What’s your pin say?” She ignored him, squinting at the pin on his blazer. 

Percy's eyes widened as he dove for the blazer, but Alexandra got to it first. She held up the pin, frowning. “Does Mom know?” His Oceano logo glinted in the light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“No, and you need to promise to never tell anyone.” He held out his pinky.

She took his with her own, shaking as a promise.

“You need to be more careful.” Alexandra warned.

“I know, honeybee.” Percy kissed his daughter's forehead. “Do you have any homework?”

“Already did it,” she smiled, circling around him. “Can I have ice cream?”

“Go ahead,” Percy took the pin off his blazer, tenderly placing it in his pocket.

Shortly after getting changed, Annabeth arrived home, looking flushed.

“Are you alright?” Percy asked, feeling her forehead for fever.

“I'm fine,” her smile didn't reach her eyes. “How was work?”

“Uneventful,” he frowned, pushing the day's events from his mind. 

Annabeth curled into his side. “Same.”

Alexandra looked up from the newspaper, wrinkling her nose. “Agency rivalries suck. Why can't they work together?”

“We're still talking about this?” Annabeth opened her eyes reluctantly.

“It's an important issue! Castellan and CHB could accomplish so much if they teamed up!” she slammed down the newspaper, stalking out of the room.

“What does CHB stand for?” Annabeth asked.

“Fuck if I know,” Percy grunted.

—

“We should go out tonight,” Annabeth suggested some weeks later.

“I would love too,” Percy kissed his wife, nuzzling the groove between her breasts.

“But?”

“But I've got that masquerade gala for work, and you've got one too.”

The annual autumnal masquerade, the one night each year where Castellan and CHB were together for a night, pretending to get along while negotiating terms and boundaries. This reminded him of Saggio. He hadn't seen her in weeks; it's the most inactive she's been since she was pregnant over a decade ago.

He's worried about her.

“Right,” Annabeth frowned. “Oh, you’re going to love my dress.”

“Can I see it before you leave?”

“Of course,” she kissed him a little harder than normal. “But only if you promise to properly ravish me in it later.” Annabeth winked before turning, leaving Percy stunned.

“Fuck you, you can't just leave!” he whined.

“You’ll have to catch me first,” she teased, her hips swaying. Percy was truly stunned. He remembered saying something similar to Saggio nearly a month ago.

Shaking it off, he followed Annabeth into their bedroom to change for the masquerade. The theme was tacky, in his mind. A bunch of supers from different agencies who were already disguised, why not add another layer? 

He gently took his suit out of its bag, slipping his Oceano pin and CHB cufflinks into the pocket. As he changed, he combed his hair back, letting it swoop to the side.

He straightened his jacket and slipped his mask into the large pocket on the inside of his long blazer. A silver chain hung from his belt loops, glinting when he turned. 

Annabeth peeked in from the dressing room, curling iron in hand. “Can you help me with my hair?”

“Of course,” he smiled, taking the silver clips she handed him. “What do you need me to do?”

“Take some hair on your left and gel it back a bit, then put the clips in.” She explained as she curled her hair.

“No problem,” he kissed her softly, complying to her instructions. Four years of being a cosmetologist really paid off.

“You look very handsome,” Annabeth grinned at her husband through the mirror. Percy blushed, focusing on her hair.

“I can't wait to see your dress,” he kissed her cheek once he was done. “I'm going to be thinking about you all night.”

“Mm…it will be worth it,” she said. “Alex will be with your mom all night.”

“Good,” Percy whispered, running his hands over her hips. He found the slit in her silk robe, fingers teasing the waistband of her panties.

“Stop,” she gently pushed his hand away. “Later.”

“Fine,” Percy pouted, settling for watching her get reading. After what seemed like an eternity, she rose from her stool and opened her closet. 

Percy watched as she slipped into her black gown. The tulle sleeves nearly covered her hands, the sweetheart neckline dipping down her chest. There was a slit that rose to her mid-thigh, making Percy want to pin her to the wall then and there.

“Zip me up?” She asked.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” He whispered in her ear. “I can't wait to have my way with you.”

“Let's see how that works for you. I might have to tie you up if you don't cooperate.” 

“What a sight that would be,” he kissed Annabeth's neck softly. “You in your dress, riding me, chasing your pleasure, your pretty mouth on mine.”

Annabeth shivered underneath him.

“You both look wonderful,” Sally called from behind them. 

Percy jumped, startled like a teenage boy. “Mom! Hi!”

“Hi, Sweethearts,” she kissed her son and daughter-in-law on the cheek. “Aren’t you going to separate parties?”

“Afraid so,” Percy pouted his lower lip.

“The theme looks rather similar.” Sally commented.

“I think the firm is replicating the Autumnal Agency Gala. It's tacky.” Annabeth rolled her eyes.

“Tell me about it. And on the same night.” Percy wrinkled his nose. 

“Regardless, I'm sure you’ll have fun,” Sally smiled mischievously. “Don't worry about Alex, I’ll take her home with me for the night.”

“Thanks again, Mom.” The three adults left the dressing room.

“Mom, you look great.” Alexandra grinned from the couch. “Maybe someday I'll have boobs like yours so I can wear dresses like that.”

Percy laughed quietly, leaning against the wall. 

“You can pull off any dress, no matter your boob size.” Annabeth kissed the crown of her daughter's head. “I love you. Be good for Nana.”

“I love you too, Mom.” She smiled.

“Love you, Honeybee,” Percy ruffled her hair. “Have fun.”

“Love you,” she stuck her tongue out at her father, and he repeated the gesture.

“You get ‘I love you’, and she sticks her tongue out at me.” Percy grumbled, pulling on his black leather gloves.

“You’ll live through it, I’m sure.”

—

Percy, now in his alter-ego as Oceano, sipped on a glass of champagne, watching the dance floor in front of him. Masked supers from each firm swirled around the floor, mingling with each other and pretending to be polite. He’s noticed at least three couples sneak off.

“Oceano?” A familiar person sat next to him.

“Saggio. Haven't seen you in a while.” He replied, refusing to look at her. He knew if he looked at her, he wouldn't be able to contain himself.

“Sure,” she said, almost breathlessly.

“Are you alr—” he cut himself short as he took in the view of Saggio. Her tulle sleeves nearly covered her hands, her sweetheart neckline plunging down her chest, the A-line gown with a slit to her mid-thigh. The hair he’d help her do.

Saggio—rather, his wife—took his wrist and yanked him to an empty conference room. She locked the door, drawing all the blinds as he stood there, helpless and confused. She ripped off her mask, revealing the all-too-familiar face of his wife. 

“Annabeth?” Was all that came out of his mouth. He pulled off his own mask, setting it gently on the table.

“I can't believe you,” Annabeth took a step towards him, drawing a knife from the strap under her dress. “You shamelessly fucked me after you cheated on me!”

Percy backed away. “Put the knife down, Babe.”

“You didn't even know it was me!” She cried.

Percy felt a deep rage simmer inside him. “You can't push all the blame to me, Annabeth. You cheated too.”

“And I tore myself apart over it! Why do you think I wasn't active the past few weeks?” She yelled, still grasping the knife with a trembling hand. Her knuckles turned white with how hard she clinched it.

“Put the knife down, Annabeth,” he repeated, louder this time.

“Why should I?” Tears streamed down her face. “Did you even care? What if it hadn't been me? What then?”

“I was attracted to your super form because it's you.” Percy gently took her hand that held the knife and kissed each knuckle. “I love you, Beth. Please give me the knife.” He looked up at his wife, swiping away her tears. Slowly, she let go, and the knife clattered to the ground.

Annabeth crumpled into her husband's arms, too deflated to cry. Percy held her, letting her be angry. He let her be angry enough for both of them, simply because he didn't know how to feel. He didn't know whether he should be relieved or pissed or mourning.

After a good half-hour of silence, Annabeth lifted her head to look at Percy. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so angry.”

“It's alright,” he said, brushing a flyaway from her face.

Annabeth pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his lips, pulling on the lapels of his jacket. Percy leaned against the door, kissing her back sloppily. She climbed into Percy's lap, not breaking their kiss. Her dress billowed out around them. Percy found the slit in her skirt and parted the sea of fabric, giving him access. He pulled aside her panties, getting a sense of deja Vu. 

“Does fighting turn you on?” Percy asked gruffly, swiping at her clit.

“A fuck ton,” Annabeth gasped. Her head was buried in Percy's shoulder as he fucked her with his fingers.

“Now what did we talk about?” He lifted her chin, elongating her neck. “I want you to watch me when I fuck you. I want you to see what you do to me.”

She nodded frantically as she ground down on his palm. 

“Mmm-fuck.” She cried out as she came, gasping for air. Percy caught her in another open-mouth kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, messy as Percy struggled to undo his trousers.

Finally freeing himself, Annabeth rose on her knees, still recovering from her orgasm. She pinned her husband's hands above his head, teasing his tip at her entrance. 

“Please,” he begged, pupils blown wide with arousal.

Annabeth slammed down onto him, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through his veins.

She rode him like her life depended on it(maybe it did), until her thighs burned and sweat beaded at her brow.

They lay against the door, breathless and panting. Percy held his wife close, kissing her shoulder. “If you want a divorce, I understand.”

“What?” She asked, shocked. She held Percy's face in her hands, missing the glow of his natural eyes. “Never. I love you, I'm not going to divorce you, unless you think we need to.”

“I would rather sit naked on a hot grill than divorce you, my love.”

—

Percy lay in their bed that night, waiting for Annabeth to finish brushing her teeth. He heard the faucet turn on and off, then her bare feet padding across the room and climbing into bed with him. He rolled over to face her, taking in her golden blonde curls and moonlit eyes.

“I'm going to quit,” he whispered.

“Quit what?” Annabeth asked, confused.

“CHB. One of us would have to anyway, and you love your job too much. I can't take that away from you.”

“Absolutely not,” Annabeth sat up, a deep frown lining her lips. “You said your boss—Chiron—was like a father to you! You can't quit.”

“Then what are we going to do? Knowing we fight each other nearly nightly would kill me. I'm already pissed at how much I've fucked up your ankle.”

“My ankle is fine. I can transfer to CHB. I've been looking for a chance to leave Castellan for years, this is the perfect opportunity.”

Percy raised his eyebrow. “You have been very vocal on how much you disagree with CHB’s morals.”

“Not as much as I hate Castellan. He’s fucked me over way too many times.” She stroked her husband's soft, wavy hair. “Imagine us going on missions together. We could kick ass.”

“We could,” Percy smiled. “I'll talk to Chiron tomorrow and ask if it's possible.”

“Alright,” Annabeth lay down, wrapping her arms around Percy’s torso. “I never did get to tie you up.”

He snorted, hiding his blush on her shoulder. “No, you fucked me against a door.”

“I want a round two,” Annabeth smirked.

Sighing dramatically, he rolled on top of his wife. “If you insist.”

—

“How did the Gala go?” Alexandra asked the next morning. 

Percy glared over his coffee at her. “I've got know idea what you're talking about, Honeybee.”

“Please, it's not like she doesn't already know,” Annabeth poured herself a cup of tea.

“She knew?” He asked, bewildered. He then looked at his daughter, who was smiling. “You knew about both of us and couldn't be bothered to tell us?”

“You made me promise not to tell,” she shrugged.

“You suck,” Percy slumped in his chair. His watch beeped angrily, signaling he was needed at the agency. “It’s fucking Saturday.” He got up, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“See you in a bit!” He called over his shoulder, laughing to himself.

—

Percy had been waiting for at least six hours. If he had to crouch like this for another minute he was going to scream.

Really, how long could it possibly take his wife to steal something?

“Has she come through yet?” Chiron's voice echoed through his smart watch.

“Nope. She's taking her sweet ass time with this one.”

“Great. If you catch her, bring her to me. I want to speak with the woman.”

“Got it,” Percy sighed, cracking his wrists. “I'll let you know when I'm on my way back.”

“Good luck.” Chiron ended their call, and Percy finally gave into his knees, standing up.

“Boo.” A knife was pressed against his throat.

“Very funny, Babe.” He pulled out his own dagger. “How long have you been here?”

“Just long enough to hear your call with Chiron.” she brought her knife down, dragging trails along his neck.

“And what did you think about that?” he swallowed thickly.

Ignoring his question, she stepped over his shoulder and straddled him. Percy inhaled sharply, causing Annabeth's knife to nick him.

She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “I didn't steal anything today, not for Castellan, at least. More like from him.” she held up a scroll, twirling it in her long fingers. “These are his plans for the next six months.”

“Goddamn you're brilliant,” Percy said quietly, awe in his voice.

“I know,” she pulled her knife away and stood, holding out her hand for him. “Better turn me in before I change my mind.”

—

“Lovely to see you again, Chiron,” Annabeth, still disguised as Saggio, sat in one of the chairs across from Chiron Brunner's desk, Percy in the other. He'd taken his mask off, much to the displeasure of Chiron.

“You as well, Saggio. I suppose I should be calling you Miss Chase now, though.” Chiron took the scroll from her, turning it over in his hands.

Annabeth lifted her mask over her head, handing it to her husband. “It's Mrs Jackson, actually.”

Percy toyed with the mask in his fingers, smiling at the floor. “Why am I here?”

“Patience,” Chiron waved him off, turning back to Annabeth. “Now Mrs…Jackson. You've expressed interest in joining our agency, have you not?”

“I have. Castellan has been letting his agency run into the ground the last few years, I felt it was best if I sought out other opportunities.” Her knee bounced up and down restlessly.

“I'd like to offer you a position here. Since you and…Mr Jackson…have known of each other for so long, he seems the best fit for your partner.”

“Okay,” Annabeth shrugged, unable to contain her smirk. “When can I start?”

“Come in tomorrow and we can get you signed with the agency.”

“See you tomorrow, then.” Annabeth stood from her chair, giving her husband a quick peck on the lips and strolling out the door.

“Care to explain?” Chiron asked, looking equal parts shocked and amused.

“You just met my wife,” Percy smiled, reclining in his chair. “We’ve been married for twelve years and only found out about our alter-egos last night at the gala.”

“I thought I saw you two sneak off.” 

He blushed, laughing darkly. “She was pretty angry.”

“And you weren't?” 

“I’m still not sure how I feel about it, but I think I’m relieved.” Percy stood, straightening his expensive suit. “I'll see you tomorrow then.”

—

“So you just sit here waiting for shit to happen all day?” Annabeth asked as she crouched beside Percy.

“Pretty much. I heard our new target moves fast though, so we won't have to wait long.”

“Their name?”

“Ombra. He specializes in thievery and mainly uses a gun. It's too bad, really. I love hand-to-hand combat.”

“You liked it because you thought I was hot.”

“I won't deny it,” Percy grinned.

Annabeth tapped his shoulder quickly, pointing at an alley below them. A tall man stood in the shadows(ironic, seeing as his name translates to shadow), gun at the ready. She pulled out her own, aiming for a few feet beside the man. She pulled the trigger, but when the couple looked back, he was gone.

“Shooting me is a bad idea,” came a voice from behind them.

Percy spun around, pulling out his dagger on instinct. “You're fast. You could be the cameraman at a track meet.”

Annabeth elbowed him harshly, holding out her gun. “Ombra, is it?”

“Afraid so,” Ombra scowled. “I've heard a lot about you two.” He danced around them, slipping in and out of the shadows. He appeared behind Percy, pressing his gun to the small of his back. “There were reports of a couple supers getting intimate on a roof downtown. It's a shame, Oceano. I was about to go after you myself.”

Annabeth stood behind Ombra, grinning like a maniac. “Sorry,” she slit a thin gash in his shoulder, using the distraction to pull the expensive amulet out of their opponent's pocket, “he's taken.” She shot her gun, the bullet just grazing the edge of his foot. 

Percy spun around, pulling a raw diamond out of Ombra’s jacket pocket. “Damn, who would even request a steal like this?”

“It's for Spain,” Ombra grunted.

“Of course. Always Spain,” Percy rolled his eyes and adjusted his mask before pulling his wife through the shadows.

—

“He was totally flirting with you,” Annabeth said as Percy hovered above her in bed.

“I know,” he kissed the corner of her mouth. “It was cute. I don't think he even works with Castellan. He doesn't have a set organization, just jumps around a bit.”

“I don't blame him. Most agencies and organizations have one or two fucked up morals that break the deal.” She combed her fingers through her hair, messy from sex and sleep.

“Yeah?” Percy asked, frowning. “What is a deal breaker for CHB?”

“I'm not a fan of their methods of seeking out enemies, but it's worth it. Because you're there.”

“How sweet,” Percy kissed Annabeth’s collarbone this time. “I'm looking forward to going into combat with him. He really needs a few good nemesis to guide him.”

Annabeth snorted into her pillow, pushing Percy off her chest. “You are so arrogant.”

“You love me though.”

“Sadly.”

#may or may not be a part two #annabeth chase #percy jackson #percabeth fanfic #percabeth #sally jackson #percababies #percy and annabeth #hero x villain but they both think they are the hero #actually they are married #super hero au #more of a spy x thief au #spy vs spy #superheros #without powers #they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

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ok! stanley meets magnus and percy! ***

Stanley was able to make his way over to Cesare, not bothered too much by the various kins-men milling around. Unfortunately, it seemed as though he was still sleeping-- like Stanley, he had been affected by all of the revivals, and it was going to take some serious time or effort to fix that.

Stanley sighed as he sat down next to Cesare.

They were friends, Stanley thought. No, he didn’t just think it-- he knew it. Cesare and him were friends , and Stanley was going to look out for his friend. He was going to stand by Cesare, until-- well, until he couldn’t anymore. Cesare was asleep right now, and Stanley knew that that made him very vulnerable. He was not going to let anything happen to Cesare, not if he had some say in the matter.

He looked over the crowd of other white boys and frowned. Something felt off, something was… missing.

…

Why couldn’t he hear the Narrator’s voice?

Stanley looked around nervously.

He had heard the Narrator, not even a bit ago! Had he been so focused on protecting Cesare that he had lost track of Narry? No, no no! Stanley stood up and then quickly sat back down.

He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t leave Cesare now-- he couldn’t end up alone . And if he’d lost the Narrator protecting Cesare, he was going to make damn well sure that Cesare stayed protected.

So Stanley pulled out his buttons, and carefully sat next to Cesare.

One of them had a bite mark (he did quite like the taste of buttons), and was nonfunctional. One was a Big Red Button, and it made a nice clicking sound when pushed. One of them was a ‘Jim’ button, saying the name ‘Jim’ when pressed. And the last one was a Hug button, which had a picture of a heart and made a squeaky noise, much like the ‘Yippee’ of an Autism Creature.

Stanley began to repeatedly press the Jim button.

Unfortunately, there was no one here named Jim. Fortunately, it did draw some attention to Stanley. He waved at the other white boys, and quickly signed;

[Has anyone seen a cat?]

But… no response. Stanley sighed through his nose, and then tried again, with more simplistic signs.

[Please. A-S-L]

After that, word seemed to get around, and in a little bit, a teenage boy with blond hair and-- holy shit, was that a sword -- came over.

“Hey!” the boy said, sitting down on the floor near Stanley. “I’m Magnus Chase. What the-- is that mouth thing normal?”

[No. Thank fuck you know ASL. I was losing my mind.]

“Well, happy to help! I can interpret for you.”

[...thank you. I am Stanley. The sleeping goth is Cesare, he is my friend.]

“So, you need help with the mouth thing? Cause, I think there’s a few magicians here, they might be able to do something.” [No. Well, yes, I would like help with it, but that’s not-- I can do fine without my mouth. I don’t need to eat, and I’m mute normally. I need help finding my Narrator.]

“Your… Narrator?”

[He’s a little kitten right now. Brown fur, gray streaks, silver glasses on a chain… annoying british voice.]

Magnus looks at Stanley, his face falling.

“Oh. Him.”

[What happened?]

“He got… taken.” Magnus says, hice voice as soothing as possible. “By the guards.”

[Did… did anyone get a close look at what happened?] Stanley signs quickly. [Anyone-- who was near. Why did it happen? Is there--]

“Yeah, hold on. There were. I even know one of em. Gimme a sec.” Magnus says, and then stands up. “Percy!” he calls out.

After a few minutes, another teenager-- though this one seems older-- walks over.

“Yeah?” the boy-- Percy-- says, clearly angry, or at least frustrated.

“This is Stanley. He wants to… he’s looking for his Narrator.” [The cat.]

“The kitten that the guards took.” Magnus adds.

Percy looks over Stanley, startling at the missing mouth, and then a look of… solidarity overcomes his features.

“Look man, I’m…sorry. The Showrunner’s guards took him. I don’t… I don’t know where she’s keeping him, but… I figure it’s gotta be somewhere real secure; Annabeth, my girlfriend-- the Showrunner took her too, and if it was anything less than maximum security, I’m sure she’d already have escaped.”

Stanley’s face falls, at the same time that Magnus looks at Percy in disbelief.

“She’s-- ANNABETH?” Mangus says in a worried tone. “What the-- why would they do that?” “Leverage.” Percy mutters, and then an apologetic sort of looks overcomes him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I thought you’d-- I thought you knew.” “I didn’t.” Magnus says, almost ashamedly.

[We need to get them out.] Stanley interrupts, pressing the Hug button for extra measure to make sure that he’s got their attention.

“He wants to-- he says that you need to get them out.” “Yeah, of course.” Percy says with a sigh. “Of course I want her out. The Showrunner’s bad news, I-- I don’t want to be here, I don’t want her controlling me, of course I don’t want her holding anyone hostage!”

Stanley reaches out a hand and gently touches Percy’s shoulder.

[We will get them out. Or they will escape on there own.] he signs deliberately.

“He says-- he says that you will get them out. Or-- or they’ll get out on their own.”

Percy looks up at Stanley, and takes a shaky breath.

“I’m guessing you have a plan?” he says.

Stanley shakes his head no.

“Then--” [I prefer to just do . Now come on, there's a lot of people here! Even magicians, apparently? And I know I’ve got at least one semi-god friend who’s still here. We’ll figure something out.]

After Magnus translates, Percy lets out a sigh of relief.

“Okay. Okay, so… yeah. Yeah, I’ll go get some of my magician friends. Then we can make a basic plan, and then… we get them back .”

Stanley nods adamantly.

[I’m going to stay here with Cesare for now.] he signs, and as Magnus and Percy walk off, he looks over at the face of his sleeping friend.

Carefully, he tucks his loading screen into Cesare’s pocket. It’s risky for Stanley to be losing that, but… he’s died before. And the loading screen didn’t help with the revival degradation. At least now, if something happens to Cesare, he’ll wake up in the Parable, far away from this awful tournament.

Well. That is, if he ever does wake up again. *** also on ao3 as ch3 of The Cost of Death.

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#canon addition #asks #white boy fanfiction #white boy lore