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justapoet · 7 days

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Random dialogue prompt list

"Have you ever been in love?" "No. Why?" "I think I'm in love with you."

Distancing themself from the other because they start to think that there is definitely something wrong with them

Stuttering

"I missed you so much, I don't know why. But, I did."

"You look perfect in this outfit." "Oh."

“Tell me you did not go to a fight without me.” “I don’t need you to protect me.” “It’s not about protection-”

"Did you forget that it was your turn to grab the groceries today?" "Yeah, sorry. I thought I'd wait for you so we can go together?"

“The problem lies within the fact that I want more. That’s what scares me the most, because I don’t want to want more. But I can’t help it.”

“You said you loved me last night.”

“So that confession…” “Didn’t mean shit ‘cause I was drunk. And I don’t want you accepting that. Let me confess to you, properly, at the least.”

“I swear I didn’t murder anyone.”

"Who are you when you're not performing?" "Fuck. Marry me."

“You have the most beautiful smile, you know that?”

“I just want(ed) to make you smile.”

“I was just getting my coffee, but then I fell in love with you”

"I…I missed you." "Oh."

“I desperately want to kiss you.”

“Maybe it’s a good mood. Maybe it’s a manic episode.”

"Don't open your eyes"

"Goddammit, don't say that!"

“Fuck it. I’m in.”

“Too late. I’m already yours.”

“Nothing - no matter how weird or dark - could ever change the way I feel about you.”

“For once, I’m completely serious.”

“I don´t believe that you know what the hell you are doing half of the time.”

“There isn’t a single unit of thought behind your eyes.” “Of course, not. I’m looking at you. My brain doesn’t work when I’m looking at you.”

"Are we going to talk about it?"

“I’d tear down mountains and rewrite the stars just to see you smile.”

“You weren’t part of my life plan.”

“So, tell me, what do you feel for me?”

“I’m this close to resorting to physical violence if shit continues to not work out.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Say another word and I´ll shove these fries down your throat.”

“Could you even try to be nice to me today?”

“There are about thirty-five ways this could go wrong. I’d say that’s pretty good odds.”

"Are you seriously considering to go through with this complete absurd?"

"It's a miracle you're still alive." "Mom does say you're a miracle worker, yes."

"You're sick. Did the fever make you forget how to dial my number?"

"Just do it, you moron."

"My self-control is hanging by a thread right now. Please, don't do this to me."

“Hey, neighbour, I’ve never met you before but your dog just destroyed my garden."

“Well, I’m afraid that opinion’s going to change once you get to know me.”

"Ever thought of stepping outside, or have you become part of the furniture?"

"Can you just look at me? Please?"

"I needed to hear your voice."

“Just to clarify: We are in a relationship, right?”

"You're the only thing I should be afraid of, and that fear died off years ago."

“it’s a bit frustrating to how oblivious you are.”

“what do i have to do or say for you to notice that i’m in love with you?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t supposed to happen and I was not supposed to say that, I’m so sorry.”

so, hi! this is just a silly prompt list, but I'd very much like to ask you to send me asks and resquest a fic from any of them!

I'll be writing for the following couples:

Buddie (9-1-1)

Percabeth (Percy Jackson)

Nick and Chalie (Heartstopper)

Aziracrow (Good Omens)

Polin (Bridgerton)

Kathony (Bridgerton)

If you have any other couples from these universes that you might want, you can send them to me, as well. Other than Buddie (that it's not canon just yet), I like best to only write canon couples.

#prompt list #dialogue prompts #my writing #send me requests!#requests are open #percabeth #buddie #heartstopper #aziracrow #polin #kathony #bridgerton #percy jackson #good omens #911 on abc #fic requests

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pain-is-too-tired · 2 months

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Person A who is usually the most closed in and tense of the couple, yet they're the one most likely to grab for the B in public.

They don't think about it, just grabbing their hand or hooking their arm around B's.

B is a flustered mess but A doesn't even notice. Yet, A becomes a flustered mess when B gets all cuddly and wraps their arms around them in return.

#imagine your otp #otp prompts #otp #michael yew x jake mason #jake mason x michael yew #solangelo #ralvez #pain rambles #mine #percabeth #chrisse #clarisse x chris #chris x clarisse x silena x charles

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strangerwheelerthings · 1 year

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Why did this scene of all things, immediately make me realize Annabeth Chase and Nancy Wheeler are basically the same person.

Them: *deadly group leaders with big brains*

Also Them: *in the middle of a serious quest* DOGGY!

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feralpercy · 26 days

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"What's for dinner?" Annabeth wraps her arms around Percy, looking over his shoulder to see better.

"The screams of those that went against us."

Annabeth hums. "Seems nice, when will it be done?"

Percy puts the lid on top. "Gotta continue on low heat for a few more minutes. Help me finish the table?"

She pecks him on the cheek. "Always."

#percabeth #percy jackson #percy jackson prompt #percy pjo #percy jackson incorrect quotes #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #hear me out #TALL Annabeth bcs shes a daughter of ATHENA and that lady is so fking TALL #not short but shorter than Annabeth Percy bcs of his literal abuse and sally jackson genes #annabeth should be able to curl around her man completely #percy is also very househusband shaped

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theprinceofdarknesssquad · 26 days

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Percy: Talk dirty to me, baby~ Annabeth: The dishes. Percy: Wh- Annabeth: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

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justabooknerdposts · 3 months

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hey, could you make one of estelle finding out that percy and annabeth are demigods? thank u so much i love your works <3

*Okay, I kind of struggled with this one because I don’t feel like they’d hide it from her. I feel like it would be one of those things she’s always known. So, after a lot of thinking, I finally came up with this. Hope you enjoy!* Also, reminder, still closed to prompts, just catching up on a few old ones I hadn't gotten to yet.*

Demigods

It happened during spring break of his freshman year of college. Percy had come home to New York, catching a ride with Hazel on Arion, since she was visiting Camp Half-Blood as part of the two camps’ exchange program. Hazel was going to be spending a week at the Greek camp and Malcolm Pace was going to be at Camp Jupiter for a week. Annabeth had stayed in New Rome to work on a project for one of her architecture classes and to hang out with her demigod brother, who she hadn’t seen in a while. Percy had to admit he could understand the appeal, since the main reason he’d wanted to go to New York for a week was to hang out with Estelle.

His one-year-old sister was thrilled to see him. She squealed, patted his face, grabbed his nose, tugged on his ears and hair, and slobbered all over his cheeks and chin in an attempt to give him kisses. Basically, it was an awesome greeting.

The next day, he volunteered to take Estelle to a nearby park, to give his mom and Paul a break. The first part was fun. He pushed Estelle on the swing, grinning back at her when she gave him a drooly, three-toothed smile, her chubby legs kicking excitedly. Then he sat her on his lap to go down the slide. Estelle squealed so loudly that at first he was afraid she was scared, but then he realized she was laughing.

So they went down the slide about seven more times.

Everything was going well. Percy was having a great day with his baby sister. Even the weather was cooperating; it was a sunny, warm, early spring day, the trees just starting to be touched by green.

And then, as they turned the corner a few blocks from their apartment, Percy pushing Estelle in her stroller, he froze.

Skulking in an alleyway, flexing their muscles, were two Laistrygonian ogres. For one moment, Percy thought maybe he could slowly back away unseen.

And then their eyes fell on him. One glared, one grinned, and both pushed away from the alley wall and started moving towards him.

Percy cursed in his head, even as he reached for Riptide and, in the same move, stepped in front of Estelle in her stroller.

“Hey, guys,” Percy said, trying to keep his voice casual even as he palmed Riptide, still in pen form. “How’s it going?”

“Better now, Perseus Jackson,” one of the Laistrygonians rumbled. “Babycakes and I have been hoping you would reappear.”

Percy cursed out loud this time as he realized it was one of the ogres who had attacked him years ago during gym class. And, apparently, the monster’s girlfriend, who was still glaring at Percy.

“Do you know how annoying it was to have to wait for Joe Bob to reform?” Babycakes crossed her meaty arms, which were tattooed as thoroughly as her boyfriend’s.

“Probably really annoying,” Percy agreed. “Sorry about that. Anyway, great to see you all again, I’ll just be on my way—”

“I don’t think so, Perseus Jackson.” Joe Bob grinned, showing his crooked, stained teeth. “We were just trying to decide what to do for lunch. And then here you are.”

“And you brought a baby,” Babycakes cooed. “I love babies.”

Percy’s skin crawled. His own voice came out like a growl. “No one touches my sister.”

The Laistrygonians laughed and prepared to charge. They never got the chance. The moment they threatened Estelle, rage rose like a red hot wave in Percy’s chest. With a metallic shink, Riptide appeared in his hands. He leapt forward and, in two swift swipes, he dispatched the giants. They barely had time to look surprised before bursting into piles of monster dust.

“Enjoy Tartarus,” Percy muttered. It wasn’t something he’d normally say, after having been there himself, but he didn’t have any sympathy for monsters that threatened his sister.

Behind him, Estelle gurgled. Percy turned to look at her, Riptide still in his hands. Estelle was smiling and drooling as she chewed on her hand. When she saw him looking at her, she squealed happily and held out her arms. Percy scanned the street, but when he didn’t see any additional threats, he capped his sword, slipped the pen back in his pocket, and reached down to unbuckle Estelle from her stroller. His hands were shaking when he picked her up. She didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she babbled and patted his face. Percy managed a smile. “Come on, Estelle. Let’s get home before we run into any other problems.”

His mom and Paul were still out when Percy and Estelle got home. His little sister started to whine as soon as they got in the door, so after Percy had shut, and locked, it, he bounced her on his hip, which she usually liked. But Estelle wasn’t having it right now. So Percy changed his hold until he was cradling her against his shoulder. Estelle nuzzled her face against his shoulder and one small hand gripped his shirt as she continued to whine. Percy patted her back, then, cuddling her against his chest, headed to the kitchen to make her a bottle.

After she fell asleep while drinking her bottle, Percy stayed on the couch, just holding her for a while. Even though he’d dispatched the monsters easily enough, the fact remained that, just for a minute, his baby sister, his fully mortal baby sister, had been in danger. Because of him. And that wasn’t a good feeling.

Finally, Percy stood up, Estelle fast asleep in his arms, and carried her to her crib. Giving her a featherlight kiss on the forehead, he laid her down and tucked her in. Then he headed across the hall to the bathroom and closed the door. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he turned on the shower and used his powers to arc the water, letting it catch the rays of late afternoon sunlight coming through the window, creating a rainbow. Tossing in a drachma, he said, “Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Annabeth Chase at New Rome University.”

The rainbow shimmered. A few moments later, Annabeth appeared. Luckily, she was alone, sitting at her desk in her dorm room, absorbed in sketching. The sunlight coming through the window made her blonde hair glow. Percy watched her for a moment, already feeling a little better. But finally, when she didn’t look up, he said, “Hey.”

Annabeth jumped. When she saw him, though, an easy smile crossed her face. “Hey, Seaweed Brain.” The smile faded, though, as she studied his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Had a little bit of a run-in with some Laistrygonians.” He told Annabeth about what had happened, how he’d been on his way back from the park with Estelle, how the monsters had surprised him, how he’d dispatched them with no problem, but how he couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling in his stomach quite as easily.

“I just—” Percy ran a shaky hand over his face and through his hair, “I just can’t get past the fact that Estelle was in danger because she was with me.”

Annabeth tilted her head, as if thinking. Her gray eyes were intense as she’d listened to his story, but now they softened as she said, “I have a slightly different take on it. I’d say Estelle was never really in danger because she was with you.”

Percy shook his head. “That sounds good, but it’s not true. If they’d gotten the jump on me or something—”

“Percy.” Annabeth’s voice was a little more stern. She leaned forward on her desk, closer to the I-M. “You once blew up a volcano. Not to mention lots of plumbing over the years. You don’t think you could blow up a New York City water main to wipe out some monsters if Estelle was in danger?”

Percy took a leaf out of her book and rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah, probably, but that’s not—”

“That’s exactly the point, Seaweed Brain.” Annabeth’s expression was earnest as she locked eyes with him. “I’m not letting you beat yourself up about this one. Could something potentially happen to Estelle that would be absolutely out of your control? Yes, possibly. But would you do literally everything in your power to keep her safe? Absolutely. And you have a lot of power to call on, Percy. More than you even recognize sometimes. Your little sister is as safe with you as she’s going to be with anybody. Trust me. I know you.”

Percy blinked hard and cleared his throat. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” He managed a smile at his girlfriend. “I believe you.”

“Good.” Annabeth returned his smile. “I am sorry that happened, though. It sounds like a scary moment.”

“It did scare me,” Percy admitted, running his hand through his hair again. He exhaled. “Just more to lose, you know?”

“I know.” Annabeth raised her hand, just barely touching the Iris-message, so that it looked like her fingers were melting into the rainbow. Percy raised his hand to hers and it almost seemed like their palms were touching, even three thousand miles apart.

Naturally, Estelle chose that moment to start fussing from her crib across the hall.

“Uh-oh,” Percy said. “That might be my cue.”

“Give her a kiss for me. I love you.” Annabeth blew him a kiss. “Enjoy your visit, babe. It’s going to be okay.”

“Thanks, Wise Girl. Love you, too.”

Percy did feel better, even as he swiped through the I-M and Annabeth’s image faded. He turned off the shower, then headed across the hall to Estelle’s room. She was standing up in her crib, hair nap-mussed, whining around her pacifier. But when she saw him, her entire tiny face lit up and her pacifier nearly fell out as she smiled. Percy felt a pang in his chest, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.

“Hey, Estelle,” he said as he crossed the room to scoop her up. “Good nap?”

She burbled happily to him and Percy couldn’t help grinning.

He kissed one of her chubby cheeks. “That one’s from Annabeth.” Then he kissed the other. “And that’s from me. I love you, Estelle. And I’m always going to protect you. Don’t worry about that.”

His baby sister tugged on his ear and squealed. Percy figured she got the message.

“Let’s check out the kitchen,” he told her. “I think there’s a jar of mashed carrots with your name on it.”

He kissed the top of her head as he carried her down the hall. Annabeth was right, he couldn’t totally control every situation. But he would always do everything in his power to keep his little sister safe.

#pjo #fanfic #percabeth #percy jackson #writing #fanfiction #ff #stories #request #annabeth chase #CLOSED TO PROMPTS #I'm just catching up on old ones

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dont-reyna-my-parade · 1 month

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what if in botl (when percy crashes his own funeral) , when annabeth is yelling at him 'WHERE HAVE YO-" percy just cuts her off by kissing her back since he didn't get the chance to at mount st helens.

#percabeth #botl #can someone write this pls #i would be most grateful #i know they would not have gotten together yet but i wish they could aknowledge their feelings #pjo fanfic #pjo fanfic prompts #percy jackson

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bullshittingmywaythroughlife · 2 years

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Person A: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

Person B: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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anticomedygarden · 7 months

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Percabeth hurt/comfort post Tartarus ptsd?

Basic I know but you can't go wrong torturing some comfort characters 😂

one of my favorite pjo tropes! so so true, thanks for the prompt. (you're my first ever prompter! bit of a landmark for me :) )

Staring deeply into his blue comforter like it held the secrets of the world, Annabeth didn't need to be a child of Athena to know that her boyfriend wasn't really there with her. It wasn't the first time one of them had found the other like this, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

He wasn't making noise or moving, actually not doing anything at all, which led her to believe that he wasn't having a panic attack or a flashback. Dissociation then.

After a lot of trial and error following the titan war, they'd figured out touch - especially involving water - helped ground him the best, so she didn't bother with trying to talk to him, not knowing how far gone he was yet. Instead she got some ice out of the water bottle on his nightstand, happening to glance at the few pictures she'd been able to bring for him to Camp Jupiter. Sally, Grover, Tyson, Thalia, the Stolls, Clarisse, and a few other campers smiled back at her.

If she'd known they were going to fall into Tartarus, she'd have packed a few more.

Turning away from the photos with a sigh, she sat down cross-legged on his bed and winced when the mattress bouncing got no reaction from him, so she gently picked up his arm in the hand not holding the ice and starting rubbing it up and down his tan forearm.

"Percy?" she murmured. "I'm gonna count backward from 100, okay?"

Predictably, he didn't answer, but she started her countdown anyway, studying his form for any changes. His jet black hair was falling into his down cast eyes, low enough that she couldn't see his seagreen irises. His pants were creased where his elbows rested on them, and she realized he was wearing the same thing as he was when his watch ended an hour ago. It hurt to know that he could've been like this for so long and she had no idea, but there wasn't anything she could do, not without leaving the ship vulnerable.

Then - movement. His hand twitched; she didn't dare stop, though, not wanting to risk backslide, just kept on counting and rubbing the ice up and down his arm.

A few minutes later, he pulled in a sharp breath and sagged a bit so that the only thing Annabeth could see was the top of his head. She'd lost count of how many times she'd made it to a hundred and back at this point.

"Percy? Are you with me?" He waited a bit and nodded minutely. "Can you try and breathe with me?"

She drew in an exaggerated breath slowly and let it out even slower. He didn't join her, so she tried again. This time, he managed a shaky, slow breath that almost aligned with hers.

After a few minutes passed and he seemed to be more present, she put the ice down on the nightstand, and he sagged even more, head landing on her shoulder like his strings had been cut.

She ran her fingers through his thick curls, illiciting a sigh from him. "Hey, baby."

His breath hitched, and she was afraid for a moment he'd start panicking, but she soon felt her shoulder grow wet.

"We're together," she whispered, hoping his words from so many (weeks? days?) ago would bring him some comfort.

They were still the most important words in the world to her.

At some point, his hands must have unclenched because she felt his nails softly scrape her thigh. "How long was I gone?"

"I don't know," she said honestly. "At least 15 minutes, an hour at most."

"Damn."

Sadly, he pushed himself off of her shoulder, leaving it cold and salty. "What's the last thing you remember?"

He looked off into the distance, thinking. "I remember sitting on the bed to get to ready to shower, and nothing else."

Her heart clenched as that meant he must have been gone closer to an bour. Do you have any idea what triggered you?"

"Uh...I think maybe when I looked across the hall and saw your empty bed..." He trailed off, and she nodded.

"I'll keep the door closed from now on," she promised. It wouldn't be any kind of major change since she never slept in that room anyway. The only reason it had been open was because of habit from Coach Hedge.

Now that Percy was present and they were both calmer, they started getting ready to shower, not wanting to be without the other. (Only shower. Neither of them were ready for more at the moment.) It wasn't long before they were climbing into bed together, both considerably more refreshed but exhausted from a long day on the Argo II.

It had to get better at some point. It just had to.

#percabeth #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackon and the olympians #my writing #my fic #fanfic #angst #my fanfic #fluff #percabeth fanfic #percabeth fic #prompt #ficlet #ask #post house of hades #post tartarus

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imaginmatrix · 1 month

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Hii I love your writing!! Could u maybe write smthn where annabeth gets hurt and percys mad but he can't help but help her?? Angry kisses, wond cleaning, blah blah ??

idk if this is exactly what you were looking for but I hope you enjoy!!!

elevator deathtraps are better than prozac

#morgan murmurs #ask #anon #prompt #one shot #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #percy jackson fan fic #pjo fanfic

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senpiecakes · 1 year

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Person A: This snack is so yummy.

Person B: Will you sTOP BITING ME!!

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annabethy · 5 months

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if you’re still doing the kissing prompts: 12, sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

love your writing <3

12. sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss, secret relationships, percy/annabeth

“You could at least pretend to be listening.”

Annabeth’s eyes shift towards the voice, and she really hopes no one notices what she had been looking at. She finds Piper staring back, accusatory but slightly amused. After being friends for as long as they have, she’s used to Annabeth’s inability to focus.

It’s hardly her fault. It’s hard not to stare at something so perfect, like it’s delicately crafted from gods, like it had been sculpted for months or years until it became impossible for any one thing to rival it. But she’d rather not be caught staring at it, because then they’d know, and that was certainly not what she wanted.

All it takes is one more look at it, and she finds Percy with a sly grin on his lips. Poor guy tries to hide it, but he’s always been an open book, so she knows he saw her eyes on him for far too long.

So, yeah. The thing had actually been a person, and that person had actually been Percy. And, sure, she doesn’t mind him catching her eyes lingering because it’s not like he doesn’t know about the little game they’ve got going on, but none of their other friends do, and she wants to keep it that way. For right now, at least.

“Sorry,” Annabeth says, glaring when Percy makes kissy faces behind everyone’s backs. “What were you saying?”

Piper waves her hand dismissively. “Nothing, nothing. You’re no use to me like this anyway.”

“Too distracted,” Percy agrees. “Something on your mind, Chase?”

Lots of things on her mind. Namely the way he’d slid into her bed last night, pressing kisses to her neck and up to the spot behind her ear, too intimate for two people who aren’t properly dating. Though more currently, she’s thinking of the numerous ways she’d like to shut him up.

“Not at all,” but her response is choked. Thankfully one picks up on it (except him) so she’s safe for the time being.

They fall back into conversation, but she stays on the sidelines, this time with her eyes pointedly not on him.

She may be being a little dramatic about the whole situation. Nothing would happen if their friends found out about their sneaking around, but she also likes to keep this kind of thing to herself. Relationships are nice, but it’s better kept in silence, in a place where no one except him is allowed to follow. She likes it that way.

Annabeth isn’t sure that Percy likes it as much. Sure, he doesn’t mind, but she’s known him since middle school, and the few girlfriends he’s had have always been semi-public. He dates people, takes them out, spends time with them where anyone can see. Annabeth has never been that person, and initially she thought it would’ve been a problem, but he’d spent forever reassuring her that he wants what she does, so this is their norm. This was new ground for the both of them.

One day, maybe soon or maybe not, she’ll tell them.

For the time being, she’s okay sitting in a group with her favorite people, pretending she doesn’t notice Percy’s eyes raking her up and down this time. She’s not complaining because if someone sees him, it’s his ass on the line. Besides, she likes that he’s not looking at anyone else, that the look of fondness spread out on his face is just for her.

Eventually, she’s so tuned out of the conversation she couldn’t even try to get involved. It becomes boring, staring into space so she doesn’t accidentally stare at him, so she stands up from their little table at the bar and makes her way outside to the garden area. She’s been smart enough to grab her coat beforehand because the winter chill is biting, so she spends some time there, alone by a wooden wall, stuck on the twinkling fairy lights and sounds of gleeful chatter so close to Christmas.

When someone bumps her shoulder a few minutes later, it’s obvious who it is.

“Can I help you?”

Percy laughs, a pretty sound, and settles onto the wall next to her. “I should be asking you that, the way you were staring at me like I’m your next meal.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes. “I was not.”

“You definitely were.”

“Maybe I thought you look stupid in that jacket,” she quips, eyeing the fabric.

“If you’re in love with me, just say that.”

Annabeth gasps, pulling her hand from her pocket just to shove him lightly. “I am not!”

“Not even a little?”

She chooses not to answer that, but he’s always been good at holding a one-sided conversation.

“Maybe,” he proposes, “I’m the one in love with you.”

The thought makes her heart skip a beat. She laughs. “Are you?”

“Sure am, pretty girl.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll wipe that smile off your face.”

Percy tilts his head, looking too excited about that. “I wouldn’t be opposed, depending on how you’d do it.”

“With my fist to your face.”

“Sorry, I missed that. Did you say a kiss to your face?”

“Yeah, that’s definitely what I said.”

He shifts his stance, turning towards her and wrapping his arm around her back to pull her close. “Go on then.”

She thinks he’s joking, but he waits a few seconds laughing at her before she realizes he’s not. He genuinely wants her to kiss him with their friends just next door, possibly able to see them through the window.

“I—I am not doing that.”

“Are you going to make me do the work?”

“No!”

“One kiss, please?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

“We’re not even dating,” she tries, but she’s giggling when his lips trace her jaw, so gentle it almost tickles.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Yours,” she answers, just to make him mad. It doesn’t work, obviously. Instead, he pulls away and grabs her chin to tilt her face up to his.

“What was that?” he breathes, warm air against her lips. “Care to fix your answer?”

She’s going to say no and repeat what she’d said initially, but he’s so close to her now, and she’s feeling a little lightheaded at the prospect of being in love with such a perfect boy, so instead she blinks up at him slowly. “Just kiss me already.”

And he’s never been one for denying her, so he does. No one is around to see it, but it doesn’t get better than this, wrapped in his arms in the cold, surrounded by warm fairy lights and the boy she’s not (but definitely is) in love with.

She likes their secret for now, but one day, they’ll tell people. They have all the time in the world.

Annabeth wants to kiss him again—their little secret—so she does.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #my writing #thank u for sending a prompt i have been twiddling my thumbs today

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