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tulipsinavonlea · 24 days

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Established relationship!percabeth but they're still competitive fighters that try their hardest to one up each other during a fight/capture the flag and refuse to let up even when they're SO sickeningly in love——— you will ALWAYS be special to me

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth tropes #percabeth fanfiction #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo series #heroes of olympus #text post

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imaginmatrix · 9 months

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Here’s the art I commissioned from @windbyfire for aoyaom on its own because I’m so so SO in love with it 😭

#morgan murmurs #aoyaom #it’s so bEAUTIFUL #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #percabeth fanart #percabeth #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson fanart #pjo fanart #pjo fanfic #percabeth fanfiction #percabeth fanfic

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fangirlinc · 1 month

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Does this exist?

I’m curious if there is a rewrite of Percy Jackson or just a percabeth fanfiction within the universe where they are aged up and it’s a slow burn with adult relationship themes?

Cuz that would hit so if anyone knows about sumn, hit me up 🤙

#percabeth #aged up characters #percabeth fic #fanfic #percabeth fanfiction #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth pjo

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thejudgingtrash · 1 year

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The Nymph

Chapter Index

[Summary]

• What happens when a Greek God and a Mortal collide? •

Lord Perseus lost the one he most cherished. His true love, his soulmate. As the gods grew displeased with his spiraling being, they cursed him to be vulnerable, cast aside from Mount Olympus, bound by mortal laws for an entire year.

Disoriented and thrown into the unknown mortal world, the former God stumbled again into her — but now she claimed her name was Annabeth Chase.

And she doesn't remember him.

[God!Percy and Mortal!Annabeth AU, Rated M, Updated every Thursday, Mind the Tags]

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Chapter 1: Fallen From Grace <AO3>

Chapter 2: A Historically Accurate Stranger <AO3>

Chapter 3: An Unforeseen Betrayal <AO3>

Chapter 4: Real Friends, Pizza and the Fire Escape <AO3>

Chapter 5: Fake IDs and Fake Philosophers <AO3>

Chapter 6: Wet Dreams <AO3>

Chapter 7: To An Unforgettable New Year’s Eve <AO3>

Chapter 8: Perseus, God of Gentle Waves <AO3>

Chapter 9: Find Your Happiness, Annabeth <AO3>

Chapter 10: Date? As In Courting? <AO3>

Chapter 11+: TBA

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Writing Tags: Mel writes | Mel spoils

[ID: Statue of a woman. Behind her as well as on top of her is the fanfic title “The Nymph“ written.]

**LAST CHAPTER UPDATE FOR NOW!**

#the nymph #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #percabeth fanfiction #percabeth fic #Mel writes #mom I did a thing

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stormywitcher · 3 months

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and here it is, the final chapter of my hurt/comfort little fluffy percabeth fic!

this last chapter was hard to write, but i got there eventually!

in this final chapter, percy uses his cool water powers and lots of very soppy fluffy stuff happens!

hope you enjoy!

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natabeth · 2 months

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Has anyone written a Percabeth fic that is the Taylor and Travis story?? Please write it. I will read it!!

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction #alternate universe #percy and annabeth #taylor swift #taylornation #Percabeth TV #percy jackon and the olympians #travis kelce

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thisisthedamsnackbar · 3 months

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So Burns The God

Rated: T

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus

On Percy's sixteenth birthday, stood before the Olympians; he never followed the line of Athena's gaze, never saw Annabeth's stricken face after he was offered godhood, and so his impulsivity got the best of him. At that moment, overcome with guilt and fear, he thought only of all the lives he might save if he were more powerful.

Thalia fell into step beside her. “This isn’t supposed to be your job anymore.”

“Yeah, I thought that was the deal too,” Annabeth agreed.

“I don’t like the sound of it, this prophecy. Seven? When has seven ever been a good number for a quest? And only demigods. Giants can only be defeated by gods and heroes together. How do they expect seven demigods to defeat them? The gods are fracturing and we all know its only going to get worse.” Then a thought seemed to occur to Thalia, and her jaw went slack.

Annabeth could see Thalia had caught up. They both knew they were thinking of the same person, Annabeth could see it in her sister’s eyes; the image of a god that was purely Greek, undivided, with every reason to be involved in the progress of a demigod’s prophecy. They both knew he was sure to involve himself one way or another, he wouldn’t be able to help himself.

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(Please do not repost art without credit or repurpose it without permission! It was made by me to illustrate my own work 🙏)

#percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #percabeth #HoO #pjo fanfic #pjo fanfic recs #percabeth fanfiction #my works #my art #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #ao3 stuff

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perceabeth · 2 years

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growing pains

happy birthday @perseannabeth i would do this literally for nobody else in the entire universe. blowing u a big wet kiss hope u have the best time ever xxxxx

Jason Grace has a problem and he has nowhere else to go.

“I’m not really sure what you want me to do.” Annabeth plays with the lemon slice in her cosmo. To say she’d listened to his whining patiently is generous. He’d just about managed to hold her attention long enough to explain his situation, but she’d looked about a second away from falling asleep through his entire narration. Now she just glances desperately over her shoulder, as if she’s praying for someone to call her away.

“You could try to look like you want to talk to me, for starters.” Jason says flatly.

“Oh– no, sorry, Jason.” Annabeth’s smile is sheepish. “It’s just that, you know.”

“What?”

“You talk about Piper all the time.” She tells him. “I can listen to it once, maybe twice– but this is getting out of hand. I have the same advice now as I did three years ago when you first met her: ask her out and then shut up. Please.”

It’s easy for Annabeth to say it. The girl’s got everything going for her. She’s pretty, she’s clever, and she’s a lot of fun to be around. She could have asked any boy she wanted out and they’d be tripping over themselves for the opportunity. And, to really rub it into his woefully single self, by some miraculous stroke of luck, she’d found Percy Jackson– who matches her in every way possible and lifts her up like it’s what he’s built to do.

Jason is not like Percy Jackson. Percy has an effortless way about him– when he walks into a room, everyone turns to him. He doesn’t try to stand out, doesn’t put himself up on a podium to be heard– people gravitate towards him because he simply is. Jason isn’t even like Annabeth Chase. Her brilliance shines through her every step, and she has an inexplicable romance about her– it’s impossible not to fall slightly in love by just breathing the air around her. Jason is definitely nothing like Piper McLean, either. Piper is loud, obnoxious– but even in her belligerence, she’s understated. The part of her that she puts up on display is nothing like the quiet, contemplative girl she hides with layers and layers of armour. Both versions of her, if you’re lucky enough to see them, have something so innately likeable about them– she’s easy-going and calm and has this wonderful way of mollifying his most obstreperous anxieties.

What does Jason have? He’s measured, controlled because he’s terrified of letting his most primal, baseless fears get the best of him. He’s not particularly funny, and his only way to command attention is to boss people around, which he’s been told, multiple times (thanks, Percy), is a deeply unattractive quality. He’s not really the kind of man who should have the audacity to ask women out, really.

“I need to do something else.” He shakes his head. Asking her out is not an option. “I need you to get her out of my house.”

“Listen to yourself.” Annabeth groans. “How am I possibly meant to remove a person from your apartment? It’s not like I can spray roach repellent on her and cleanse your space of her.”

“Don’t call her a roach.” Jason frowns.

“You’re the one asking me to shoo her away.”

“Just invite her to your place!” Jason cries. “Say you want to, I don’t know– say you want some girl time with her and she can crash on your couch. Seriously, Annabeth. I can’t keep waking up to my best friend wandering about the kitchen in her jammies. It’s too domestic. I start to feel things.”

“Here’s a thought for you: maybe I don��t want to have her on my couch.” Annabeth makes a face at him. “Percy’s basically moved in and Beckendorf’s always around with Silena and Grover and Clarisse are always around, and sometimes Juniper and Chris tag along as well because both of those relationships are getting serious now, and not to mention Nico, who drops in unannounced all the time, or Tyson, or my brothers, or Silena’s sister– if I have to fit one more person in our two-bedroom flat, I think it’s going to explode.”

“I don’t know how you and Percy are still that close to your high school friends.” Jason says. “I only keep in touch with Reyna and Gwen, and that’s only because they moved to New York with me.”

“I actually had a good time in high school.” Annabeth smiles sweetly at him. “I wasn’t bullied and I didn’t hang out with the losers.”

“You’d have bullied me if you knew me in high school.” Jason says, and Annabeth nods.

“Yeah, I probably would’ve.”

“Back to my point,” Jason knows Annabeth is gifted when it comes to distracting and manipulating people, but he’s not going to fall for it. He needs a solution to his Piper problem, and he needs it now. “Please make Piper move out.”

“No.” Annabeth says forcefully. Then she hesitates. “Sorry. That was harsh. Have you considered that there’s a reason she asked to stay with you? She didn’t ask me. Didn’t ask Percy– and he has a whole spare room she could use, considering he spends all his time in my cramped apartment. She asked you.”

“Because we’re friends.”

“I’m her friend.”

“You compared her to a roach.”

“She’s used to it.” Annabeth shrugs. “I’ve called her much worse to her face.”

That’s another thing Jason doesn’t understand. Piper and Annabeth’s entire relationship is built on them bickering over absolutely nothing. A long time ago, Piper had confessed to him that she used to have a crush on Annabeth– that she’d goad her friend into arguments simply because it meant Annabeth was focusing on her. She’s never picked a fight with Jason before.

“Ugh.” Jason runs his hand over his face. When he looks up at his friend again, she’s downed the entirety of her cocktail in one impressive go. She signals the bartender for another one just as her boyfriend sidles up to them.

“How many drinks have you had?” Percy asks, studying her empty glass and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“It’s your turn to pick up the tab.” Annabeth sings, and Jason never gets tired of seeing the way she lights up around Percy. “I’ve been listening to Jason talk about Piper for three thousand years. I deserve whatever I drink.”

“I’m going to go broke dating her.” Percy tells Jason, not looking particularly bothered. He nuzzles Annabeth’s neck and she collapses in a fit of giggles. “And it’s all because you can’t ask a girl out.”

“That’s not true.” It sure is.

“Okay. How many girls have you asked out?” Percy raises an eyebrow.

“Well–,”

“None.” Annabeth fills in for him. “He waits, and waits, and waits until a girl asks him out.” She nudges Percy in the stomach with her elbow. “Sound familiar?”

“Hey.” Percy grabs the bottom of her barstool and swivels her away from the bar so she’s fully facing him. He leans his arms against the counter, boxing her in, and ducks his head until he’s at eye level with her. “I asked you out. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“Only after I kissed you.” Annabeth laughs. “Doesn't count.”

“Oh, it doesn’t count?” Percy scoffs. “I’m sorry, when’s our anniversary, again? Do we celebrate the day you kissed me and then ghosted me for two months?”

“That’s not what happened–”

“Can we get back to my problem!” Jason cries. “God, Annabeth. It’s impossible to hold a conversation with you.”

Annabeth shrugs, just as the bartender delivers her next drink, accompanied with an audacious wink. Her lips pull into a smug smile and she glances at Percy, whose jaw is set firmly but says nothing about it. All in one smooth motion, she rests her head against his chest and he shifts his weight from one foot to another, swaying her gently as his posture relaxes.

Is it so bad that Jason wants that? For someone to understand him, to soothe his insecurities and to want to know him so intimately? For someone to share his life with, for someone to listen when he speaks and listen when he doesn’t?

“Ask Percy.” She says finally.

Percy plucks her drink out of her hand and takes a long sip that clears half of it out. Good, Jason thinks. He’s watched Annabeth finish three of them already and he’d spotted her nursing a beer when he’d walked in. Whatever number she’s at, it’s well beyond human capacity, and the fact that she’s holding a conversation with him at all is pretty impressive.

“Ask Percy what?”

“Piper moved in with Jason while her apartment’s being fumigated.” Annabeth explains. “She’s crashing on his couch, but Jason thinks they’ve moved into domestic territory and it makes him want her more, and now he’s been complaining to me because he can neither tough it out for a couple of days nor pluck up the courage to ask her on a date. Charming, isn’t it?”

“God. She’s crashing on your couch?” Percy makes a face. “Why didn’t you offer to take the couch while she takes your bed? You’re meant to be a gentleman, Grace.”

“Well–,”

“Excuse me,” Annabeth cuts in. “Gentleman? This is coming from the same man who refuses to make me breakfast in bed the one time I asked him?”

“That’s different.” Percy says. “You were pretending to be sick so you could skip that stupid job interview. I don’t date cowards, Annabeth. You should know that.” Then he pokes Jason’s forehead. “Piper, on the other hand, just might have to.”

“I’m not a coward.” Jason crosses his arms over his chest. Their friends are scattered through the entire bar, but his eyes keep drifting to the girl in the corner, swaying her arm along to the music so she appears just engaged enough that nobody will bother her while she holds a seemingly riveting conversation with Leo. “I’m just… boring.”

“They’re not mutually exclusive.” Percy points out and Annabeth smacks him in the chest before turning to Jason.

“What are you talking about?” She demands. “Who told you that you were boring?”

“Well– you can barely stand to talk to me right now.” Jason shrugs. “It’s fine. I’m not insecure about it or anything. It’s just that she’s exciting. She’s like this livewire of energy and bad ideas and… I’m not. I’m too tame for her.”

“First of all,” Annabeth holds up her finger and Percy takes the opportunity to steal the rest of her drink. “You’re not boring. You just say boring things when you crib about Piper. Other times, you’re easily one of my favourite people in the world.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, though.” Percy cuts in. Judging by the unfocused look in his eye, he’d done a pretty good job racking up a tab himself. “She says it about everyone.”

“No, I’m serious.” Annabeth frowns up at him. Slowly, she leans forward to Jason, one hand outstretched. It draws him in, and he finds himself mimicking her. When they’re almost nose to nose, she flicks him on the forehead and he jumps back.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“For calling yourself boring.” Annabeth says. “The worst thing you can be in this world is boring. Or a serial killer, but you’re definitely not one of those, I don’t think.” She tilts her head to the side and considers him, like she’s double-checking for herself. “You store so much useless information in that massive head of yours. So much. I have never witnessed anyone be so knowledgeable about the stupidest things the way you are. And you’re just bossy enough that you force me to listen to you blather on about it– which is good, by the way, because now I know that vacuum cleaners used to be horse-drawn back in the nineteenth century. How many people know about the evolution of the hoover? Exactly. None.”

“Also,” Percy adds, his hand sliding up Annabeth’s body with little elegance. “We now know what a tittle is. And that it has nothing to do with boobs.”

“So I’m good at pointless facts. Thanks.” Jason mutters. “Piper doesn’t care about facts. She’s all about adventure and finding the next cool thing. I’m not cool.”

“Secondly,” Annabeth continues. She points to where Piper and Leo are now howling with laughter. “That girl there is, like, one of my closest friends, alright? And she’s– she’s…”

“Annoying?” Percy supplies and Annabeth waves him off.

“She’s exciting. You’re right. She moves fast.” Annabeth says. “But it’s not what she wants. If you haven’t seen her for who she is– the quiet part of her that sits in the corner in parties, that hasn’t stopped looking over at you since you walked in– then I don’t know what to tell you. If you haven’t understood the part of her that wants someone to love her as fiercely as she loves her friends… if you don’t see who she really is, after three years of being her friend– Jason, maybe you don’t deserve her.”

Jason risks another glance at her, but this time he catches her looking at him. Immediately, she straightens up, turning her head back to Leo and trying her hardest to cover her face. It’s cute, he thinks. She’s cute.

“What I’m saying it– you don’t have to be amazing to ask her out, stupid.” Annabeth flicks him on the forehead again and he slaps her hand away. “It’s not like you’re asking for her hand in marriage. It’s one date.”

“Besides, between the three of us–,” Percy looks over his shoulder in Piper’s direction. “I think she thinks you’re pretty amazing as you are.”

“She definitely does.” Annabeth seems inexplicably pleased with herself for doing nothing, really, except maybe bruising Jason’s forehead. “So stop whining about the fact that you get to spend all day with the girl you have been relentlessly in love with for years, and start enjoying the time you have with her.”

“And if she says no?”

“Nothing changes.” Percy shrugs. “Literally nothing will change. You can come right back to being a miserable old man. Annabeth and I will buy you a pet to cheer you up, maybe.”

“Yeah.” Annabeth nods. “So either you ask her out and then have a chance at a girlfriend, or you get a puppy. Looks like a win-win situation.”

When she says it like that– it doesn’t sound all bad. Maybe Jason would be good for Piper. Maybe she’d be good for him. Unfortunately for him, his friends are right– he’s not going to know if he doesn’t ask. If three years worth of dates and fleeting relationships hadn’t distracted him… maybe he’s best off giving it a go.

“Okay. I’m going to do it.” He declares.

“Now?” Percy presses a kiss to the top of Annabeth’s head.

“God, no. If she says no– I don’t want to make a scene. It’s Dakota’s day today.”

“He’d like nothing more than to see you make a scene.” Annabeth yawns. Apparently she’s sped straight past every phase of drunkenness right into the exhaustion state. She rests her head on Percy’s chest and he gathers her up in his arms. “Just go for it, Jason. You won’t make a scene and she won’t say no.”

“We should call a cab.” He says. “But tonight, Jason. Tonight, you make a move.”

He walks out of the bar with Annabeth and Percy, happy to wait for their Lyft with them. Annabeth is bundled up in Percy’s coat, his arm around her holding her steady. They’re conversing between themself, speaking in soft voices and a language nobody else is privy to. Plans for tomorrow, a recap of the night– it’s not for Jason to hear. It’s sweet– they complement each other in a way that suits them both.

Jason remembers the Annabeth he’d met at freshman orientation. The girl he’d shared a corridor with, the first friend he’d made in college. Annabeth from Before Percy was just as smart as the woman in front of him now— just as beautiful, just as sharp— but she was also desperately searching for something, hiding bits of her away because she was so afraid of being rejected. Today, she stands taller, has little to prove to the world; to herself. She’s confident in a way that inspires him— confident like she isn’t faking it anymore, and he has no doubt at all that it’s all Percy’s doing.

His mind drifts back to Piper, to the different sides of her that he’s had the pleasure of learning. Everyone has that— a tiny voice in their head that pushes them to be bigger, better, brighter to the world than they are. If Annabeth is any example– he lets himself believe for a moment that there’s a cure to that insecurity. That he could, in some way, be that cure for Piper the way she could be for him. That by finding the right person, the world won’t be as scary anymore.

The cab pulls up and Annabeth pauses, taking both of Jason’s hands in hers.

“Text me.” She says earnestly. “I want to celebrate with you both.”

Percy chucks him on the shoulder, wearing a small smile. “Both of us do.”

“Yeah.” Jason buries his fists in his pockets and bounces on the balls of his feet, looking back at the bar. “Wish me luck?”

“You don’t need it.” Annabeth calls as Percy helps her into a car. When she’s safely inside, he turns around with a grin and shoots Jason a thumbs up.

“You never have.”

Jason watches their car merge into the Manhattan traffic, the cool October air carrying a nostalgic longing as distance grows between them. Percy and Annabeth are returning now to their own life; one a hundred miles from him, from anyone else. Everybody was drifting away; forging their own way forward. When they’re out of sight, Jason turns back around, the dingy doors to the bar beckoning him in with the promise of a brand new life.

On the other side of these worn doors is a girl with stars in her eyes and moonlight in her step, and maybe– just maybe– she’s waiting for him.

With a deep breath, he steps in.

#god christ almighty u dont know what this took out of me fr #but its all worth it <3 #mari #hope u like it xoxo #i rly cannot remember my writing tag tho F in chat #percabeth fanfiction #??#jasiper #good lord whats happened to me

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yassifiedenhydralutris · 5 months

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befores and afters, part 3

out now on ao3!

a small excerpt:

When they had rung for their plates to be cleared they continued to sit at the small table, chatting about small things like the weather and the latest court gossip.

Percy eventually stood, stretching his arms and making his way over to his desk once more. Annabeth followed, a small smirk on her face as he noticed her movements.

“What are you up to?”

Annabeth smiled coyly. “I told you this morning that we would have time later, and I meant it.”

Percy looked at her incredulously even as his hands reached for her hips. “In my study? Are you serious?”

“Quite,” she said simply before pulling him in for a searing kiss which he returned in kind.

#percabeth #annabeth chase #percabeth fanfiction #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fanfic #fanfic #percy jackson fanfiction #historical au

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 21 days

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Mr. Magic Duck

AO3

Part 1: “A Baby”

Summary: They tell Sally and Paul

They wait to tell people. It’s safer to wait until after the first trimester, Annabeth knows this, but it’s the hardest secret to keep.

At work, it’s easy. She sits in her office, meets with clients, and goes about her day as if nothing has changed. Except, she doesn’t have that second or third cup of coffee throughout the day. She sticks with the one Percy makes her at home every morning.

At home, with Percy, it’s easiest because he knows. He tries not to treat her any different but Annabeth can see how having a pregnant fiancée is disrupting his routine a bit. Like offering to do the dishes so she doesn’t have to stand for too long. To which, Annabeth usually replies that she sits all day and wouldn’t mind. So Percy dries and Annabeth washes as he tells her about his day.

It’s hardest around their friends and family. Sunday night dinners with Sally and Paul become acting practice. They’re decent liars and it’s not like Sally or Paul suspects anything. It’s really when they ask about wedding planning that it’s harder not to tell them.

When Sally asks, “when are we going dress shopping?” All Annabeth pictures is a tight mermaid dress hugging a little baby bump.

When Paul asks how much of their godly side is invited, Annabeth sends up a prayer to everyone up at Olympus to not interfere. She designed their new temples after several thousand revisions, they owe her this at least.

In all honesty, Annabeth isn’t sure if Athena would come if invited. She knows Poseidon would likely show up, their reception venue is at the beach. Annabeth’s mom never really approved of Percy even though they’ve saved the world twice.

Estelle is the only one they can trust. All she asks about is playing dress up or staying late enough to read her bedtime stories.

But Annabeth is counting the days until her second trimester begins. Even as she crosses over, she starts to feel differently about keeping this secret.

It’s something that’s just theirs right now. Does she really want to share this with the world? If they tell Sally and Paul, they can’t leave Annabeth’s dad and stepmom in the dark. Then, her brothers will know too. And it just goes on from there.

When Percy comes home, he finds Annabeth in their bedroom. It’s a rare day when she arrives home first. Her last meeting had ended at 4 so she finished up some work from home. Her laptop is pushed aside and she’s laying half under the covers. Not asleep, just deep in thought.

Percy moves the laptop from the bed and crawls in behind her.

“What’s going on?” He asks, “you’re thinking very loudly.”

“If it’s so loud, you should already know what I’m thinking.”

“You’re worried about telling my mom about the baby,” he says, instantly proving that Annabeth should stop doubting him.

Percy has always understood her best.

“What I can’t figure out is why, you know she’s going to be thrilled to be a grandma. Gods, she talks about our future kids like they already exist sometimes.”

“One does,” Annabeth comments.

“No, like with a full blown personality and stuff. This one,” he touches her still flat stomach, “barely has fingers and toes.”

“What if she thinks it’s too soon? We didn’t plan to get pregnant.”

“Annabeth, if you honestly think my mom is going to lecture us about having this kid, you’re crazy. We live together, we’re getting married, we are mostly responsible.” She elbows him. “Okay you’re responsible and I’m sometimes adult enough to do taxes.”

He can’t see her smile but she does it anyway.

Life gets away from them. They miss Sunday dinner, which postponed telling Paul and Sally for almost two weeks.

But they’re back at the dining room table again. Percy is trying to tell his mom not to pick up everyone’s dishes. In the end, he and Paul load the dishwasher together. Estelle is telling Annabeth about her new rubber duck.

“He’s got a top hat!”

“Why don’t you go grab him?” Sally says, “he’s on the bathroom counter.”

Estelle sprints upstairs yelling “Mr. Magic Duck!” all the way.

Percy and Paul come back to the table. Annabeth grabs Percy’s hand. They’re sitting directly across from his parents. Two people who have always accepted her. Sally who truly was the mother Annabeth needed.

Telling Sally first meant the world to Annabeth. At first, they wanted to do something grand but it didn’t really matter how they did it. It was going to be special no matter what. It was going to be memorable no matter what.

“She’s so excited about this duck,” Paul tells them, smiling.

“We’re really excited too,” Percy replies.

Annabeth stares at him, like seriously that’s the best segway he could give her.

“I’m pregnant.”

It’s like they don’t hear her at first but Annabeth knows they did because the table is silent. Then Sally throws her chair back, muffles her sobs and pulls Annabeth up and into a hug. Paul is saying something to Percy, likely congratulations, but Annabeth is too absorbed by Sally.

Her hugs are all healing. It’s like a superpower.

“I am so happy for you,” Sally says. “Both of you.”

She lifts her head up from Annabeth’s shoulder and pulls her son into the hug.

It’s then when Estelle returns, duck in hand.

“Why is mommy crying?” She asks Paul.

“She’s very very happy right now.”

Sally lets go of Annabeth and Percy and turns to her daughter.

“Look! Mr Magic Duck!”

When Sally begins to laugh, Annabeth joins in. Percy wraps an arm around her shoulders and kisses her cheek.

“Stopping Sally Jackson from happy tears? That is indeed a magic duck.”

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seaweedbraens · 1 year

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we can walk straight through hell (with a smile) chapter 5 - part 1

title: we could walk straight through hell (with a smile)

summary: The titans have won the war, the child of the prophecy was killed, and what remains of the demigod alliance is hidden underground. Many believe that the great prophecy was false, and that another will be revealed in time, but the sudden introduction of a new face throws everything into question all over again.

[pjo+hoo (kinda), retains elements of canon]

percy/annabeth; piper/jason; hazel/frank

word count: 65k+

link: ao3 [part 1 only]

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tulipsinavonlea · 2 months

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screaming this into the void but r there any good percabeth fanfics with physical touch or skinship (not sm*t !!!) as the main prompts/themes. pls help a girl out !!!

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imaginmatrix · 9 months

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all of you, all of me (intertwined)

fan fic, completed

art by @windbyfire

Her head jerked up, eyes narrowing, only to be met with a pair of the most startling sea green eyes she’d ever seen. The nose between them looked like it had been carved from marble, the lips beneath that were perfectly shaped, full. He was tanned, topped with a mop of wavy black hair, and he looked like a Greek god on earth; Annabeth would know. She was the resident expert on Greek gods. It only took a second for these thoughts to cross her mind before she realized he’d said something to her with a smile and she blinked, “What?”

percabeth / professors au / enemies with benefits / rated e