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koala-fluff · 7 months

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Tickletober Day 4: Weak Spot

Fandom: Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

Special thanks to @tickle-beans for helping out!

-Enjoy

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"Annabeth? Aaaaanabeth?"

"What?" She snapped, looking up from her computer.

Percy smirked and held up a crudely drawn photo of Hera with a cow head labeled 'the queen'.

Annabeth chuckled and rolled her eyes. "We're supposed to be working on college applications, Percy."

He frowned. "But we've been doing that for hours! Can't we take a break?"

"No. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we will finish." She replied, focusing back on her computer.

He sighed, slumping into his chair. He shoved a few blueberries -courtesy of the wonderful mother of demigods, Sally Jackson- in his mouth and tried to focus. He tapped his foot and squinted at the screen, chewing the berries quite aggressively.

Annabeth glanced at him as he exhaled loudly and adjusted his posture. "Fine, you can take a break." She relented, typing away.

"But I want us both to have a break!" He muttered, closing his laptop. "When do you think you'll be done?" He asked a little louder.

"Soon." Was the only answer he got. He sighed and flopped onto his bed, ready to wait.

After five minutes, he decided he wasn't ready to wait that long.

He stood up and inspected his girlfriend. She was slouched slightly, her foot tapping in a steady rhythm. Her gray eyes were dark as she stared at her screen. The tapping of the keyboard seemed to be the only thing she could hear.

Percy slowly moved to stand behind her. Despite her demigod training, she didn't notice him peek over her shoulder.

Her cursor was speeding across the Word document way too quickly. He tried to follow, but the words were too big and his brain was already fried from working on his own essay.

He pinched his nose. How to interrupt a child of Athena from sharing their knowledge? From his experience, there were only three ways to accomplish that with minimal casualties.

First, a monster attack, which Percy himself didn't want to deal with. Second was something he didn't feel like doing right now. The last thing was…

Percy smiled from ear to ear and crept a few inches closer, his hands slowly moved towards Annabeth. He paused a moment, making sure she truly was lost to the computer, before latching his hands onto her sides.

She gasped and froze. Percy could see her reflection on her screen. Her eyes were wide.

"Percy…" she said, like talking slowly would save her from her fate. "Don't. You. Dare."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said as deadpan as he could manage. "I'm just watching you work. So keep going."

She hesitated, glancing up at his face through the reflection. He assumed he did well at keeping a straight face, cause she looked back at her document.

He let her type approximately ten words before he slowly curled his fingers. She froze again. A shuddering breath exited her lungs and she arched away.

"Percy." She said, a little more sternly.

"What? Why'd you stop?" He blinked innocently, uncurling his fingers just as slowly.

"Percy!" She yelped, finally twisting away. She turned in her chair to face him. There was quite a fearsome scowl on her face. "Stop it!"

He tilted his head. "Stop what?"

"Tickling me!" She replied, her face going a slight shade of pink.

Percy let his grin show. "Well, I wasn't tickling you before, but I can now!"

He turned her chair, making her yelp again. She tried to stand up, but Percy caught her in a hug. He pulled her close, squishing her face into his chest, and dug his fingers into her sides.

Her knees buckled instantly. "PEHERCIHIUS JAHACKSOHON!" She shrieked as he followed her down. His grin widened and he carefully put her down on her back before continuing his attack.

"That is indeed my full name." He said as she failed to escape from underneath him. "Any other mind blowing information you'd like to share?"

Evidently, she only had a few Greek curses to say. Or were they curses? It was hard to tell with the hysterical laughter in the way.

He paused, letting her catch her breath. "Are you gonna stop working and take a break?"

She glared at him. "No, we haHAHA! PEHERCY!" He dug his fingers back into her sides, his thumbs wiggling against her bottom ribs.

"Just take a break!"

"NAHAHO!"

"Don't make me do it, Wise Girl!"

"DOHOHOHON'T YOUHO DAHARE!"

"Agree to take a break, and I won't."

"WEHE GOHOTTA FIHINISH-"

Percy ducked his head and blew a raspberry against her side. She screamed and tried to push his head away to no avail. The Son of Poseidon would not be refused.

"FIHIHINE!" She relented, her laughter starting to go silent.

Percy stopped and helped her sit up. He patted her back as she caught her breath.

"Youhou suhuck." She stated, glaring at him. It would be scary, except for the fact thatcher face was red and she couldn't stop smiling.

"I know." Percy replied, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. "But you love me anyway."

She rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek. "I guess I do."

"You wanna go downstairs for water?" Percy asked after a short pause. "And to tell my mom that I didn't murder you."

Annabeth nodded. She stood up and Percy followed suit. When they got to the door, she put her hand on his chest.

"Oh, and Percy?" He gulped at the look in her eyes. "When we get back up here, we are going to work on the essays. Or else."

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #tickletober #HoO tickles #Percy Jackson tickles #ticklish!annabeth #lee!annabeth #ler!percy #ko writes HoO tickles #ko writes Percy Jackson tickles #ko's fics

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flames-tstuff · 10 months

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Pssst (check out this fun pjo drawing I made but decided last minute to post to my regular blog XD)

#flames stuff #flame draws #flames art #pjo #percy jackson #percabeth #lee!annabeth #ler!percy #sort of lol #pjo/hoo #riordanverse

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thestarstoasun · 1 month

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Possibly a hot take, but I think the Tartarus trip actually helped Will a lot. Obviously I have my disappointments with the book, but we do not only see Nico healing from the copious amount of trauma Rick fit into him; we get to see Will come to terms with darker parts of himself.

It's canon/very heavily implied (I can't remember and don't feel like looking it up) he came to camp at a very young age, younger than campers that aren't deemed "powerful" or have a strong scent. Despite Will thinking he isn't strong, he is the best healer Camp Half Blood has seen in, what we can assume, at least a century. He's a year-rounder, so he hasn't experienced life on the outside in years. Hell, until Trials of Apollo, his godly parent hardly took notice of him.

His older brothers and other siblings were his biggest supporters and motivators. They looked out for him and took care of him in place of a parent, specifically the older kids (Lee and Michael.) And he lost them during the Dark Prophecy - less than 2 years apart from each other. He didn't even get to search for Michael because Percy took him for a joyride across Manhattan on a motorcycle to help Annabeth.

Even after all of that, its implied/seen that he's someone who is always looking on the bright side of things, never making anything about himself, always helping others, etc. He's a ray of sunshine in everyone's life, never allowing himself to show anyone that he's hurting or suffering because he feels like he just can't. After all, he's Will Solace. He is the head medic, the infirmary can't just stop running. He's the counselor for cabin, his siblings need him to be strong.

He represses his negative emotions, even admits to it in Trials of Apollo. I think he represses them to a point he can avoid/ignore them or pretend they aren't his. It's easier to be a ray of sunshine in people's lives if the negativity and darkness you feel are projected onto someone else.

These tendencies are also something that causes strain in Nico and Will's relationship, because Nico doesn't understand how Will can't see how hypocritical he is. When in reality, Will does know, but it's easier if he avoids it. Ignorance is bliss after all. This doesn't mean Will doesn't work on trying to let Nico in, because he does, sort of.

On bad days, the days when he wakes up and wants nothing more than to curl up in the arms of his older brothers, he would go to Nico's cabin. However, his only explanation would ever be, "im tired." It frustrated him just as much as it upset Nico. He wasn't even sure if his boyfriend could tell. (Nico could, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.)

In Persephone's garden, he was forced to face the fact that there is darkness/negativity/hurt inside of him. He can't deny it when it's right in front of him, so he finally has to stop repressing everything, stop running away, and face his pains.

#tbh i cant tell when this went from character study opinion to headcanons #i just start typing and words show up #im proud of this though #will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #the sun and the star #heroes of olympus #persephone #trials of apollo #michael yew #lee fletcher #apollo cabin #percy jackson #annabeth chase

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pain-is-too-tired · 27 days

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I'm thinking about the Apollo Cabin and crying again y'all fdhdg

Just thinking about Little Will struggling to find a talent that fits with his other siblings, watching them ace Archery and Music no problem, and feeling really self-conscious about it.

Lee making the decision to have him shadow Michael in the infirmary and Michael immediately being taking him under his wing.

First time Will's healing abilities show up Will's confused as to what had just happened but Michael is pumped. Lee practically could see him glowing when they meet back for dinner Michael's so proud.

Anytime anyone even tries to talk down to Will about his lack of Archery or Music expertise like his siblings Michael has to be held back from throwing hands. Especially cause he knows Will takes it to heart.

After BoM, Will's self confidence plummets due to losing his biggest support system and having to take care of so many lives on his own. It doesn't really start to build back up until Nico starts noticing and helps him through it.

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phoenix--flying · 7 months

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more tweets and i have a lot more plus some oc centered ones if anyone wants those ones LMFAO

part one

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skullsandcorals · 8 months

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Art I Never Finished or Posted Dump‼️‼️‼️

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georgies-ftts · 1 year

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just remembered all the percy jackson fanfics in like 2014 where Annabeth and Percy had kids and they were always named some mad shit like

Luke Charles Lee Ethan Jackson and Selina Bianca Zoë Jackson

as if those two wouldn’t want to name their kids something that is as far away as possible to the people closest to them that were murdered horrifically… they’d be giving themselves panic attacks just by calling their kids to dinner, bloody hell

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takeustothelakes · 1 year

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i’m not the biggest will solace person but like. why don’t we actually talk about how much he went through?

wasn’t his cabin numbers essentially cut in half during the titan war? didn’t he lose an older brother at 11? didn’t he lose another at 12? didn’t he become head counselor at 13 too? wasn’t he the most important medic?

like will lost half of his cabin. half of his siblings. the apollo cabin was the biggest or second biggest and then they became one of the smallest, right? he lost lee and who knows how his cabin grieved. he lost michael and imagine him coming up to percy after the meeting on olympus, asking if he can try and feel his brother in the water and bring him back. imagine will in the infirmary and someone tells him that there’s a head counselor meeting and he says, “michael’s not here” before realizing he IS the head counselor. will SAVED annabeth from what looked like the brink of death, lord knows what would of happened if he hadn’t. he’s admitted that he’s not the best on the field and that means he was probably a combat medic, which can mean he sees awful, awful things.

all of that before he turned 14. what the fuck. (all of that to say he’s more than this sunshine character who’s happy-go-lucky and more than just nico’s boyfriend/eye candy. please give him the respect he deserves, idc if he’s not real)

#i’m sure i’m missing some #but this was what i came up with off the top of my head #will is seriously traumatized #please stop reducing him to sunshine and nico’s boyfriend.#heroes of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #will solace #lee fletcher #michael yew #apollo cabin #cabin 7 #solangleo #edited because i messed up his age

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lee1504 · 11 days

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blond girls are scary. especially those whose names start with A

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #webtoon #nevermore #annabel lee

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beuatifulbuttercup · 9 months

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og counselors incorrect quotes

Silena: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

Beckandorf: Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible? Pollux: I gotta give you credit, Connor. You make it look easy. Connor: Years of practice.

Percy: Stop failing. Travis: Don’t tell me what to do! I'll fail right now! Travis: Succeeds Travis: Dang it!

Silena: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Clarisse: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Katie: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Katie is such a nice person, Katie is so happy-go-lucky! Katie can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Katie CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Katie IS be in a bad mood.

Travis: Punch me in the face. Katie: …Punch you? Travis: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me? Katie: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

Percy: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

Lee: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!? Annabeth: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Annabeth: Don't go to the kitchen. Silena: Why? Annabeth: I saw a spider. Silena: Well, did you kill it? Annabeth: It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair…

Annabeth, ordering Starbucks: Hey, I just got my heart broken, what do you recommend? Castor, who’s running the drive thru: … Castor: Tequila.

The Squad: walking at the mall Castor: Hey, have any of you guys seen Katie? They’ve been gone for a while.. Clarisse: Eh, nope. Lee: No, I haven’t… Annabeth: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something. Katie: Hey. Pollux: Ooh, there you are- Clarisse: What the fu- Annabeth: I- where were you?! Katie: Walking right behind you guys.

Clarisse: So what’s for dinner? Percy: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise! Clarisse: … Clarisse: Is it soup? Percy: I soup-pose it could be! winks Clarisse: Please, enough with the soup puns! Percy: Wow, you’re soup-per mean. Clarisse: STOP! one hour later Clarisse: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

Connor: When you've been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin. Annabeth: Navy blue isn't your color. Connor: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! Chases after Annabeth

Percy: I have a problem. Travis: If it's harder than 2+2, I can't help.

Katie: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.

#pjo #pjo incorrect quotes #percy jackson #annabeth chase #katie gardner #clarisse la rue #silena beauregard #charlie beckendorf #travis stoll #connor stoll #lee fletcher #castor pjo #pollux pjo #don't think about how 4 of them die #just don't okay

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flower1622 · 2 months

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What if PJO was Power Rangers?

. Percy:

. Percy and Jason:

. Jason:

. Rachel:

. Annabeth and Percy:

. Rachel and Percy:

. Hazel:

. Hazel and Frank:

. Leo:

. Piper and Annabeth:

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xxcocoiiixx · 4 months

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When you’re sick of moody, not like other girls ocs so you make a daughter of Aphrodite who’s personality is inspired by these gals

Ah….fun times ahead

#wattpad #action #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #lola bunny #ty lee #camp halfblood #the lightning thief #ao3 fanfic #daughter of aphrodite #clarisse la rue #luke castellan #pjo series

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thestarstoasun · 29 days

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Some of my PJO ships & why

Percabeth (Percy/Annabeth - They invented love)

Ruegard (Clarisse/Silena - THE LAST OLYMPIAN, THE PARALLELS, PLS)

Clarisse/Chris (*I do not know their ship name, my bad - The Labyrinth, need I say more?)

Silena/Beckendorf (*Idk if they ever had an official ship name - They were so tragic)

Clarisse/Beckendorf/Silena/Chris (Polycule, bc multishipper really)

Jake Mason/Michael Yew (I have a thousand reasons and I don't think any are canon)

Conchell (Connor/Mitchell - THE FANFICS PLS, but some of them need to remember these are minors pls)

Connor x Malcolm Pace (I saw really cute ship art 1 time and I was sold)

Connor/Mitchell/Malcolm (I think they'd be really cute together and I don't care if it's impractical)

Luke/Lee Fletcher (Lukelee - Honestly, its more of a crack ship for me, but some people on Tumblr have me considering how much)

Luke/Ethan Nakamura (Lukethan - I can't be alone in this, pls)

Theyna (Thalia/Reyna - They would make an awesome QPR, and I thought this even before Reyna was revealed to be aroace. They flirt endlessly if only to enjoy the confused looks on their friends faces)

Tratie (Travis/Katie Gardner - Is there anyone who read the books in the 2010s when the fandom was like super big that doesn't ship them? It's big now, but like, still.)

Tyson/Ella (They deserve the world)

Solangelo (Nico/Will - Tbf, I shipped them since The Last Olympian AS A CRACK SHIP, but A WIN IS A WIN)

Grover/Juniper (Just yes)

Sally/Paul (The King that our Queen Sally Jackson deserves)

Shelper (Shel/Piper - The plot twist I didn't know I needed)

Valgrace (Leo/Jason - When I read The Lost Hero, I just thought "these two idiots could definitely work well together.")

Jasper (Jason/Piper - It isn't my favorite, but I think they're cute together. I hate that their relationship was built on the Gods interference, because neither of them deserved that. I would probably like it more if it didn't start because of Hera.)

Ethabaster (Ethan Nakamura/Alabaster Torrington - The fandom is the reason I ship them mainly tbh. I ship Ethan with Luke more, but Ethan honestly deserves better)

Jercy (Jason/Percy - I have read a single Jercy fanfiction and its kind of growing on me)

Cecil/Lou Ellen (They are literally the idiots in love that annoy Will until he gets with Nico {personal hc}, Love them)

Sherman/Miranda (I didn't think I would like this as much as I do, but its in so many fics I've read I'm low-key a little attached. Like, yeah Sherman show off, get your girl)

Damien/Chiara (I couldn't see them with anyone else tbh, but honestly could possibly change that one day, they will always hold my heart as #1 together though)

Frazel (Frank/Hazel - They are one of the sweetest pairings in the series)

Jason/Percy/Annabeth/Piper (Yes, another poly ship. I've seen this in a few fics and honestly, I think the way its written has grown on me.)

Castor/Will (Literally, because of a single fanfic. They were probably each other's first crushes and didn't even know it)

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ticklish-scribbler · 4 months

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Title: How to Relax After A Life-Threatening Quest Summary: The trio struggles with adapting to normal camp life after the events of The Lightning Thief. Annabeth makes a plan, Grover can smell emotions, and Percy gets tickled within an inch of his life. Word Count: 1851 My gift for @vallee-ace for the @squealing-santa event! I hope you enjoy it :)

The days between the quest’s official end and the end of summer should have fallen away quickly. Going from sleeping minutes at a time in cramped, harsh conditions to a lush, comforting bed with open windows and absolute silence should have been a welcome reprieve. His mother’s letter, scrawled in her familiar script, should have been enough to quiet the nightmares of her petrified face, fading to golden dust.

Only—

“We’re soldiers,” Annabeth said, barely an inch over five foot, when Percy complained about how cold his room feels with no one else around. “We get past it.”

“Uh huh,” Percy said slowly, looking her up and down. “You were so tired you sacrificed the plate instead of the food at lunch today.”

Annabeth’s glare was interrupted by Grover’s panpipes, screeching off key. Percy flinched and looked over—Grover’s was attempting to charm some strawberries into growing, but instead they were cringing into the ground and appeared to be shrinking. Katie Gardener frantically gestured for him to stop. Grover, taking her waving arms as encouragement, blew harder and the already pitchy notes jumped up an octave.

A handful of nearby campers shouted complaints.

“Come on,” Annabeth muttered, already making the trek over to Grover. Percy, who had been hoping to move further away from the piercing sound, followed at a much slower pace.

“Ok,” Annabeth said once the panpipes had been safely confiscated. She looked as serious as she did about anything—which, for her, meant like she was ready to go to war. “Time to take a nap.”

. . .

It was unsurprisingly easy to fall back to quest patterns. Percy’s cabin was a guaranteed place of semi-privacy—they stripped the blankets from the bed and laid them in the corner of the room, with a clear view of the exit and backs comfortably against the wall behind them. There was a brief discussion of setting up a watch, but Annabeth cut down that thought quickly—there wasn’t any actual danger, and the whole point was to catch up on sleep.

Grover collapsed to the side of the makeshift bed with a grunt. Percy half expected to hear snores within seconds, but Grover valiantly opened his eyes and bleated. Percy may not have spoke Satyr, but “hurry up!” was clear enough.

“After you, seaweed brain,” Annabeth said, eyes darting around the room, taking in Percy’s discarded minotaur horn on the ground. Percy knew that she was looking for any missed threats. Once she nodded to herself, satisfied, he joined Grover on the ground.

Grover, who sought heat like a lizard in the desert, immediately latched onto his arm. Annabeth crawled down on Percy’s other side, her sheathed knife carefully going within grabbing distance. Her body laid stiffly, but she always was until sleep forced her shoulders to untense.

It was cramped, and already felt a bit sticky in the summer heat, but infinitely better than the cloying softness of the actual bed.

In the back of Percy’s mind, he knew that if any monsters were to attack while he slept, the two next to him would be there when he woke up. He closed his eyes.

Seconds later, he opened them again.

“Why are you sad?” Grover mumbled, sniffing at Percy’s arm. Percy wondered if he was dreaming of crying empanadas.

“Percy’s sad?” Annabeth repeated, voice groggy from almost-sleep.

“He is not!” Percy insisted, mortified. “Grover is just sleep talking.”

“Why are you sad?” Annabeth asked, ignoring him.

“Satrys can smell emotions,” Grover bleated, blinking awake in offense. He inhaled deeply, more intent. “You are sad!” he exclaimed. “Sadness smells like flat soda.”

“Look,” Percy blushed, “It’s nothing, alright?”

“If it’s nothing, then just tell us so we can deal with it and go to sleep.”

That was Annabeth—always logical, even at her most comforting.

“I hate flat soda,” Grover agreed.

Unable to find a way out of it, and too tired to think of something sufficiently witty to make them lose interest, Percy was left with the uncomfortable feeling of telling the truth.

“It’s just—I never really made friends at any of my schools. And now I have you two, but summer’s ending soon. And I’ll just be back at a new school. Again.”

For a second no one said anything, and Percy’s mortification forced its way through his sleep addled brain.

“But anyway, I’m really tired, so let’s head to bed and—”

“Iris messages exist for a reason,” Annabeth cut in. “I was planning on calling you two on a weekly basis to begin with, but you can call too.”

Percy stared.

“You were planning on calling me?” he repeated dumbly. Annabeth narrowed her eyes.

“Were you not planning on calling me?” she asked.

“Er,” Percy said. “I don’t have golden drachmas?” It was easier than admitting he hadn’t realized he was allowed to call.

“I’ll give you some,” Grover said happily. “Satrys don’t really use them among ourselves, so I’ve got a stash. You better call me too though!”

“We’ll do three way calls,” Annabeth said firmly, like there was nothing to discuss. And maybe there wasn’t.

Warm and settled in a way that had nothing to do with the summer heat, Percy laid down. Grover once again grabbed at his arm, and to Percy’s shock, Annabeth grabbed his other. He felt his face heat up as Annabeth laid her head against him.

Percy couldn’t see Grover’s face, but he felt the satry’s smirk against his skin.

Shut up, he thought fiercely, hoping Grover could somehow smell the thought.

Then Percy felt Grover carefully shift so his hand was delicately placed around Percy’s ribs. Percy froze.

“You know, Percy still smells a little sad,” Grover said to Annabeth, who frowned and glanced up. Percy pressed his lips together, already feeling them twitch. Grover’s fingers, concealed by the blanket, started gently scratching at Percy’s side.

“No, I doN’T!” Percy tried to deny, voice squeaking when Grover gave up on gentle and squeezed. Annabeth’s eyes lit up in understanding. Grover and Annabeth shared a mischievous look that made Percy gulp. “I mean come on, we’re all tired here, aren’t we?”

“I feel wide awake,” Annabeth corrected. “Don’t you Grover?”

“Wide awake,” Grover echoed. “Never less sleepy in my life.”

“And we’d be bad friends if we let Percy go to bed sad,” she continued, poking Percy’s side and making him flinch into Grover.

“Absolutely,” Grover agreed, wiggling his fingers in a way that made Percy jolt right back over to Annabeth.

“Come on,” Percy complained, though the effect was lessened by the boyish giggles that were coming out of his mouth. He felt jittery in an exhilarated sort of way, like he was about to practice sword fighting against a particularly good opponent. “This isn’t fair!”

“You fought the god of war and won,” Annabeth reminded him, grabbing one of his flailing arms and pulling it up over his head. Her nails were short and blunt, but Percy felt them scratch over the cotton of his Camp Half Blood t-shirt and immediately fell into full body laughter. On his other side, Grover began poking up and down his ribs and sides, leaving Percy defenseless to the squeaks and squeals coming from his mouth. “We’re just trying to cheer you up.”

“We can’t let you walk around smelling like sadness,” Grover agreed, smiling himself.

Percy’s witty response—he wasn’t sure exactly what it was yet, but he was sure he’d figure it out by the time his mouth was open—was cut off by his laughter jumping ten decibels. Annabeth’s hand paused on his knees, her own lips twitching.

“Careful or else someone might think you’re ticklish,” she said sarcastically. A jolt went down Percy’s spine.

“I’m not!” Percy insisted, voice clear from laughter during the slight break from tickling, but cracking all the same. Annabeth gave him a look as if he had said something particularly stupid. Grover bleated.

“Really?” Annabeth asked. Percy felt her hand shift on his knee, and his heart skipped a beat when he felt Grover reach over towards his other. “You’re not ticklish. Not at all?”

Percy thought briefly of begging for mercy.

“Nope,” he said instead.

As if they had practiced, Annabeth let go of his arm and dug into his left knee with both hands at the exact moment Grover started scribbling his nails above and below his right knee. Percy’s laughter boomed out of him. His legs kicked out reflexively. His arms shot down and tried to grab at Annabeth and Grover, but they had four hands to hold down his two, and no amount of squirming deterred them.

“Let’s think of this logically,” Annabeth said in the matter-of-fact voice that Percy had originally found irritating and now found endearing. “If I do this,” she squeezed his knee in a series of quick pulses that had Percy screeching, “and you laugh, what do you think that means Percy?”

“It means you’re mean!” Percy somehow forced through his laughter, though it took significantly longer than normal.

“Uh huh,” Annabeth said. “And if Grover—” Grover, abruptly, let go of Percy’s legs and instead reached under Percy’s shirt and scribbled at his stomach, “does that, and you laugh then too, what does that mean?”

It took several seconds for Percy to gather enough breath through his glee to respond.

“It means he’s mean!”

“And what else?” Annabeth said, but Percy let the laughter flow over him and didn’t respond. He felt light and floaty—his mind was further away than it normally was, his entire brain taken up with the feeling of fingers tickling him and the mirth making him squirm around. He was vaguely aware of his friends talking more, but the specific words didn’t reach him. He just laughed and laughed.

“Percy,” Grover chided, drawing the word out just slightly, and it could have been seconds or hours later. At some point the tickling had slowed and he was giggling lightly. “You okay there?”

He nodded before he could think of being dishonest. Both of them had quit tickling him, but Percy could still feel phantom nails on his skin and his laughter hadn’t fully petered out yet. At some point, he must have sat up, and he realized belatedly that he was holding on to Annabeth's hands.

“You two are monsters,” Percy gasped dramatically, falling to his back and making the comforter let out a little puff of air.

“Oh please,” Annabeth scoffed, “I don’t need to smell emotions to see how happy the tickling made you.”

“Monsters,” Percy repeated, steadfastly not meeting anyone’s eyes.

“Well,” Grover said with a quick poke that made Percy squeak, “this monster is exhausted. Goodnight!”

Within seconds, Grover was laying his head against Percy’s shoulders and letting out soft snores. Annabeth sat on his other side but stared at him a moment.

“Still sad, Seaweed Brain?”

“Never been happier, Wise Girl,” Percy said, shooting for a sarcastic tone and missing miserably. Annabeth nodded.

It was the best sleep the three of them had had in a long time.

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