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percabeth fic recs

aka; im too lazy to produce my own content so here’s some good ones

**i included my favorite percabeth fic writers and links to my favorite  ♥  story they’ve posted**

rachel    @rongasm

“Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase are soul mates. They know this because the small Timers on their inner wrists tell them that they are meant to be together– and not because they’ve chosen each other. In theory, it will be easy for Annabeth to keep up the wall that surrounds her heart and stop herself from falling for Percy. In execution? Well, that’s a completely different story. “

this is probably my favorite soulmate au?? her writing style flows really well and annabeth’s characterization is spot on

jess   @greenconverses

“Annabeth’s life can be characterized in two parts: before and after the fall. This is the beginning of the second half. Post-Mark of Athena.”

lightly done angst is probably my favorite thing in the world and thiS IS SO GOOD

sri   @piperreynas

“the thing about being on opposite sides of a war: someone always has to lose.” in which annabeth defects to kronos’ side in the first titan war with luke. au.

or: percabeth does skyeward.

um?? sri is most probably the best person in the world and her fics reflect that. just read it and everything else she’s wrote + her femslash stuff is to die for  im still salty about the fact that we’re the same age and she’s 100x more talented hoW

hannah   @ignitesthestars

It’s like this every time. She can remember thinking, four years ago now, that she didn’t know if it hurt more being with him, or without him. And every time the months and the distance stretches out a little further between them, she convinces herself that they’re definitely better apart. That a scarred heart is better than an open wound with him lodged inside it.

And then they see each other again, and she’s pitched right back into that uncertainty. Three and a half years should be enough to get over a boy, shouldn’t it?

A story of how Annabeth and Percy fell apart, and what it took to piece them back together.

break up fics are amazing period, but let’s just say that this is the type of writing i aspire to have

fee   @lesbabeths

another break up fic, but i love everything about this one + fee also has excellent femslash

rachel   @somethingmorecreative1

Annabeth wasn’t sure how she was going to help Percy. How could she get the upset look on his face to go away? How could she get him to feel better and maybe realize that he was okay? In which, Percy isn’t okay unless Annabeth is there, and thank god that she is. Percabeth. Two part story.

she writes best friend mortal percabeth so,, good,, and this is so fluffy and dfhjsdfkf

may   @maydayparade8123​

After a brief, fearful heart flutter, Percy gives her a sidelong glance of recognition. He might still be a little fearful. Sure, the town he and his mom live in now isn’t all that big, but what are the chances of someone else choosing to run on this particular backroad? He’d chosen the one the furthest away from the main road for a reason. “Fancy seeing you here,” he greets drily, not losing step in the slightest.

Annabeth Chase gives him a significant look. “Good runners choose good roads, I guess.”

OR - Annabeth’s the girl who hardly ever loses a race, and Percy’s the new kid who doesn’t have time for track team. It’s a love story waiting to happen.

i don’t think may writes for pjo anymore which is sad but she has so many great stories and i love?? that it’s light and sweet??

ashlee   @bananannabeth​

Percy and Annabeth lean on each other to recover after Tartarus, but as the rest of their friends slowly settle back into a semblance of normalcy they realise that maybe they’re holding each other back from healing. Scared of being too codependent and hurting in ways she doesn’t want Percy to see, Annabeth makes the painful decision to take a break – a choice which impacts Percy, all of their friends and herself in ways she’d never imagined.

another break up fic? who couldve predicted. i also love the balance in this one and it just flows

mina @suchastart​

Falling in love isn’t the hardest fall. A collection of stories that follow Percy and Annabeth throughout their relationship, from the beginning to the end.

these are all so interesting and the contrast between them is nice

annie   @chasejackson​

i came for the pjo, i stayed for the vld

hannah   @ananbeth​

Since the fall of Jason Grace and the Jaeger Bronco Thunder, Percy Jackson seeks a new co-pilot. First Lieutenant Annabeth Chase oversees the cadet trials. She is not impressed by the results.

pacific rim aus are always great, and these fics have really consistent writing 

artemisrae @artemisrae​

He doesn’t tell her because he promised.

i dont really read nsfw stuff so i havent read the majority of these, but the quality is So Good

vani @seaweedbraens​

Annabeth thought she was right on track until the universe just decided to give her a red string that just so happened to link to her best friend, forcing her to face her dormant feelings and effectively screwing up her life for good.

more soulmate au? my longest yeah boi ever. but i love the concept of soulthreads and shes so good at writing best friends

romanitas @romanitas​

Sneaking in and out of Annabeth’s dorm is always an interesting and challenging experience, for all parties involved. Especially with nuns.

some more light stuff, with appearances from the rest of the seven as an added bonus

ashley @gr33kg0ds​

Here, at the very bottom of the world, underneath the waves, was the most beautiful world you could ever imagine. In its vastness there was nothing but peace, cliffs of ice not only reached miles above the sea, but below it as well. Whales ten times his size swam by, giving him nothing but a questioning gaze, and even they seemed to small in comparison to ocean down here.

my edits tag if you’re interested x

The Best Surprise

A/N: Happy birthday @animoozies! Hope you have a great day full of smiles, cake and most importantly…MOUNTAIN DEW. Love you, Connie! Hope you like this little Gruvia drabble!

Words: 600

When she feels his arms circle around her shoulders before reaching up to cover her eyes gently, she already knows who it is.

“Gray-sama?”

Gray leans down with a smile, his voice tickling the shell of her ear as he tells her, “No peeking, got it?”

Resting her hands over his, she nods excitedly. “Could this be a surprise for Juvia?”

“Yeah,” he says, helping her get to her feet before steadying her against his own body. “You could say that.”

Carefully, he guides her through their small home, along the hallway and up the stairs, the last one creaking just like always. Though she couldn’t see anything past the slits of light streaming in through his fingers, she knew exactly where he was taking her. Past the paintings and photographs, past the trinkets and ornaments they’d collected over the years to the room at the end which had always been labelled as the ‘spare room’ until just a few months ago when they decided it would belong to a very special person instead.

“Okay, stop right here…” With one hand, Gray reaches around Juvia to open the door, the other still covering her eyes.

“Can Juvia look now?” she asks, fingers clasped under her chin as she tries not to bounce on the spot with excitement.

“In a sec. First, take another step forward…”

Now, Gray-sama?”

Gray glanced around the room one last time before resting his chin on top of her head. “You ready, Juvia?”

“Yes!”

And slowly, he lets his hands fall away.

Juvia finds herself standing in the middle of a room so blue, it resembles the sea. There are paintings everywhere—boats floating above soft waves with fishes swimming below, a rainbow stretching out across the far side wall and overlooking art of their guild, snowmen and igloos and penguins all dotted around as specks of glittery white fell down on them — every wall is different and is its own little story.

Tilting her head up to the ceiling, she sees clouds and a big yellow sun in the centre, its rays meeting the edges of the room and tumbling down the walls in bright patterns, like gold falling from the sky.

In the middle of the room, there is a white cot, and as she steps forward to get a closer look, she sees that hanging just above is an ice-made mobile, glinting in the light and crafted into shapes of different snowflakes by experienced and precise hands. She reaches to touch one, and when it jingles softly in her ears, she feels a lump rise in her throat.

For a moment, she stands in awe, glancing around the room once more, taking in every small detail of what was to be their child’s nursery — and then she hears his voice.

“Well, what d’ya think?”

Gray is still stood beside her, arms folded, a big smirk on his face. Only now does she see the splotches of paint on his clothes, and only now do her eyes fill with tears.

“Gray-sama!” Juvia flies into his side, wrapping her arms around him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “This is so beautiful!”

Smiling, he looks around the room at his work. Now that he had finished, the fact that they were having a child felt even more real. It was a strange feeling, knowing that there was going to be a little boy joining them soon, keeping them up at night, making them laugh, eventually calling the two of them ‘mom’ and ‘dad’.

“Juvia loves her little family so much,” she tells him, hugging the swell of her stomach. “And she cannot wait to be a parent.”

A strange feeling, but one he welcomed all the same.

“Me too,” he says, placing his hand over hers.

title: together we can (break the clouds)
pairing: spot/race, background blink/mush
words: 5,019
rating: T
notes: college au, modern setting, i do not speak italian please forgive me

ao3 | ff

au: “my roommate is really hot but they don’t speak english how the fuck am i supposed to deal with this”

Spot rolled his eyes. “Relax, Jack. He doesn’t speak much English; he has no idea what I’m saying.”
Sì, io sono solo un povero ragazzo italiano che non capisce niente che si sta dicendo,” added Tony. David snorted and dissolved into laughter again.
Jack continued to stare at Spot as if he was an idiot.

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Jeongguk’s life is colorless,. Well, he actually can’t see anything, not even darkness or light. Jimin is determined to teach him the world through a way he’s never experienced before. Jeongguk likes the idea of blue. 

Or…

I wrote 4,500 of JiKook where Jeongguk is blind.

Warnings: Chronic illness, character death (mentioned, not really described), unsatisfying ending

The blue of the sky is very pretty, Jimin notes, his back and legs digging into the sand below him. He might have to rinse off in the water later, but the view above was worth it all. Humming, he reflexively squeezed the hand in his grasp while he stretched. Beside him, Jeongguk stirred, his right arm thrown over his eyes (because he absolutely hated the feeling of heat baking his entire face) while his left still rested peacefully between him and his boyfriend, fingers loosely tangled to keep them together with no one but the wind and crashing waves to bother them (he did find the wind bothersome, but he tried not to complain for Jimin’s sake). This was very nice. Refreshing.

“You said the sky was blue, right?” Then, a yawn. He must have fallen asleep earlier. Jimin hums. “And the water?”

Jimin wished he could share the view.

“Yeah.”

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