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The things that hurt the most about Percy and Annabeth losing the gray streak is losing all jokes Percy and Annabeth would make.

“Jason your speech took forever to end to the point I got gray hair.”
“Annabeth, you’re so stressed, look at you, you even have grey hair”
“Oh Annabeth! You’re 21! So old! look at that grey hair”
“Damn Percy, college has been so rough on you, you even got grey hairs”

Valentine’s Pity Rose [fic]

Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! I hope everyone had a wonderful day, and I hope this fic makes it a little better!

This was written for @percyyoulittleshit  who gave me the prompt:  “So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Party?” I hope it lives up to your standards, Mari! 

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“So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Day party?”

Annabeth sighed. Honestly, it sounded terrible when you said it that way. Well, she guessed that it would probably sound horrible any way you said it.

“Yes,” she snapped, tapping her foot against the sidewalk. “You just have to come to the party with me. We only have to stay for a few hours.”

Percy was silent as he considered. He was loading his band equipment into the back of his Jeep. Annabeth had seen him outside when she got home from track practice, which is when she decided to cross the street to his house and solicit his help.

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annabeth chase who:
  • hasn’t read a book for fun in years because aside from lack of motivation, the swimming letters and jumbled words makes it hard for her to enjoy it
  • suffers from short-term memory loss — she’ll walk into a room and forget why she went there, or she’ll go into a book to fact-check something and can’t recall why she’s even flipping through the pages a minute later. sometimes she can’t remember whether she ate breakfast or not.
  • constantly misplaces her things, which is a result of her being disorganized — like shoving an assignment into the wrong binder when she’s in a hurry or can’t be bothered, or taking her phone into the kitchen and somehow finding it in the food pantry 20 minutes later
  • can’t keep her room clean for more than a few days before it’s a mess again, cluttered with textbooks and sketchpads and clothing littering the floor and shoved into the corners
  • never fails to procrastinate on her assignments, no matter how small. you could give her a whole year and she would still wait till the last minute
  • has trouble staying focused and often loses her train of thought — she could be giving a meticulously thought out explanation on something she’s passionate about and just completely go blank
  • will stare at the pages of her stupid textbook with tears of frustration in her eyes, silently begging herself to just focus because this reading was supposed to have been done weeks ago, but no matter how hard she tries the text on the page won’t stop jumping around
  • goes days and days without brushing/washing her hair and wears the same clothes for a whole week
  • becomes anxious and irritable at small things like a ticking clock or the beeping sound the smoke detector makes when its battery needs to be changed
  • gets sudden bursts of inspiration to start a completely new project at the most inappropriate times, like during an important lecture or at 1 am when she should be writing an essay that’s due the next morning.
  • because of this she ends up with a lot of incomplete works-in-progress and half-assed assignments
  • absolutely despises school and gets anxiety thinking about going back to class come sunday night
  • pretends to embrace the fact that people think she is “scary” and “intimidating” but after years of hearing it becomes very insecure — she wishes she were the first person to come to peoples’ minds when they think of someone nice and friendly.
  • is constantly insecure and ashamed of herself because she’s supposed to be debunking that stupid ‘dumb blonde’ stereotype but wonders if she’s only encouraging it when she looks back at her slip-ups/flubs during conversations and small mistakes on tests and terrible first impressions she’s made and every single impulsive decision she made that went wrong and— what kind of Athena kid is she?
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mood: Eliot advising Hardison to be more assertive in his relationship with Parker, realising he’s the one asserted over the whole evening, ending up secretly proud of it.

ok but hear me out. the amount of strength percy’s arms have is enormous considering the fact that he could hold both HIS and ANNABETH’S weight with ONE HAND.,….,,, what I mean with this is that percy is ripped as fuck

AU where Percy works at Starbucks and starts to get a crush on a blonde girl who orders the same coffee every saturday

a little gift for zareens from your secret santa! I hope you enjoy this percabeth (with a little bit of pipabeth implied oops)

Hospital AU

So this is a Percy Jackson AU head canon that I had in which they are all mortal and Percy and Annabeth went to school together when younger but never really talked.

  • Percy Jackson is walking down the street, going home.
  • He is listening to his headphones as he hears a scream so loud it overrides his music.
  • Wondering what it is he takes off his headphones and jogs towards the area from where he heard the scream.
  • He looks around and then sees someone running off from a girl who’s lying on the floor.
  • He gets closer and notices she is badly injured and heavily bleeding from her leg.
  • With a jolt he recognises her as Annabeth, an old friend from high school.
  • It is clear Annabeth was mugged and in the process of fighting back she got stabbed in the leg.
  • Members of the general public flock to the scene.
  • “Okay, everyone, stay calm,” Percy yells, taking charge of the situation.
  • He checks for dangers and decides it’s okay to approach. 
  • He checks for a response - “Hello, Annabeth,” he waves his hand above her eyes. "Can you hear me?” She nods weakly.
  • Slowly she loses consciousness.
  • “Okay,” Percy says, addressing a member of the public. “Call 911 and ask for an ambulance. She’s lost a lot of blood from a leg stab wound.”
  • Next he takes off his T-shirt and wraps it tightly around Annabeth’s leg wound. 
  • He checks her airways and ensures her breathing is okay, which it is.
  • Finally, he checks her circulation which is also okay, although she is losing a lot of blood.
  • With the T-shirt tightly wrapped around her leg, it is staunching some of the blood loss, but not enough.
  • All the while, Percy’s desperately trying to stay calm because he knows he needs to.
  • Finally, the ambulance arrives. The paramedics quickly deal with her and soon enough she is on her way to the hospital. 
  • Percy sighs in relief when it’s over. 
  • He searches his memory for stuff remembers about Annabeth.
  • He remembers that she is super clever, loves architecture and weirdly enough he remembers that she loves the flowers Azaleas.

*four days later*

  • Percy is in the reception of the hospital where he found out Annabeth was taken to.
  • He is holding a bunch of Azaleas and a card.
  • “Are you a friend or family?” the kind receptionist asks when he asks to see her.
  • “Uh, friend…”
  • He waits half an hour before being admitted through to go visit her.
  • She is unconscious but he feels like speaking because its awkward otherwise.
  • “Uh, I, brought you some flowers and a card – just wanted to check that you were all right.” He smiles, leaving the flowers and card by the bed and then walks towards the door.
  • “W-wait,” a weak voice calls.
  • Percy turns around and notices Annabeth is awake.
  • He smiles widely, “Oh, hey, uh, I just came to see how you were doing, after the…”
  • Annabeth smiles. “Yeah, thanks. They told me I would be in a pretty bad condition if not for you. So thank you.” She meets his eyes.
  • “I haven’t seen you in a while,” she comments. “How have you been?” 
  • “I’ve been good,” says Percy, smiling. “My mom’s fine, I’m fine. But how about you? How’s the leg?” 
  • “Much better, thanks. Can’t walk for another week at least though, the doctor said.” She sighs, slumping into her bed, and looking at the flowers.
  • “Ooh, these flowers are lovely! These are my favourite, how did you know?” Annabeth looks at him.
  • “Uh, lucky guess…?” Percy scratches his head.
  • “Thank you very much,” Annabeth gushes, glowing. “I can put them on my desk at my architecture firm.” 
  • Somehow Percy isn’t surprised she’s achieving her architecture dream.
  • She opens the card, softly and neatly opening it so she doesn’t rip it.
  • Dear Annabeth,

          Just wanted to say that I hope you get better soon,

          Love from,

          Percy

  • “Thank you Percy,” Annabeth says, “I really appreciate you coming here.”
  • Percy nods. “I guess it gets pretty lonely here, huh?”
  • “And boring. Nothing to do all day, other than chat to the nurse. Had a few visitors, although none of them saved my life.” Her eyes pierce his and he realises how beautiful they are.
  • “Least I could do,” Percy mutters, blushing.
  • They stay there in silence for a bit, Percy looking around the room (but mostly at his shoes) and Annabeth at Percy.
  • The nurse pops her head through the door, “Sorry, I’ve got another visitor for you honey,” she says gently.
  • “Oh, yeah, sorry to keep you Annabeth, I’d best be going,” Percy mumbles as he leaves.
  • “No problem, nice meeting you again!” She smiles as he agrees under his breath and leaves the hospital in a flurry as he realises he is late for his mum. “I hope I’ll see you soon,” she calls out shyly as he leaves. 
  • He grins at that.
  • He visits every day and checks up on her until she’s released. Every time he brings a bouquet of her favourite flowers.
  • Percy wonders why they didn’t stay in touch after they left school.
  • He knows he’s not going to make the same mistake again.

*five years later*

  • Percy stands in the waiting room of the hospital again, pacing up and down, anxious as he waits in the queue to see the receptionist.
  • He is holding a bouquet of Azaleas.
  • “Are you a friend or family?” the familiar face of the receptionist asks when he asks to see her.
  • “Family,” he says firmly.
  • Then he walks in to see his wife and his new child.
  • Boy at my school: You read too much, and love books too much. It's embarrassing.
  • Me: Yes. It's humiliating that I'm more educated than you.
Warden post-Blight

Anyone: *complains about anything*

Warden: Yes but didchu fight an Archdemon and live???

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So this fluffy Percabeth oneshot is for @percyyoulittleshit! I hope you like it Mari! :D

Honestly this was quite a lot of fun to write, so I hope everyone enjoys reading it! 


“It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages,” Percy complained, as he walked through the cabin area of Camp Half-Blood. It was a sunny August day, and many campers were milling about.

“I know, Seaweed Brain, but you know I’ve been so busy helping with the New Athens plans. And you’ve been doing a lot of training sessions. Besides, that’s why we’re having our picnic today!” Annabeth said happily.

Percy nodded, his usual smile returning to his face. He grabbed her hand, ready to take her to the beach, where he had planned on having their picnic, when someone interrupted them.

“Percy! Annabeth!” Piper shouted from behind them, panting out of breath. “We need you.” She was dressed in shorts and a blue t-shirt, and Rachel was next to her, a small smile on her face, dressed in her usual paint-stained attire.

“For what?” Percy asked reluctantly. “We were just about to–”

“There’s a meeting in the Big House,” Rachel said, interrupting Percy. “Chiron says you guys need to be there. There’s no time for you to go to the beach–you need to come now.”

Percy looked at Annabeth, disappointment written on his face. “I guess we have to go.”

“It shouldn’t matter too much.” Annabeth smiled. “How about afternoon tea?”

“Who has sandwiches for tea?” Percy grumbled halfheartedly.

Annabeth rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” Percy turned to Rachel and Piper. “We’re coming.”

“Great,” Piper said, her eyes brightening. “Let’s go.”

Percy and Annabeth followed them, now focused fully on what this emergency meeting would be about.


“Well, that was a waste of time,” Percy said in annoyance, as he and Annabeth walked out of the Big House over an hour later.

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Martha was my sister, Gabi. My sister is dead.
      Not all of her, Jacob. Not all of her.