happy percabeth!

Since re-reading the Percy Jackson series has kind-of brought me out of my funk, I’m doodling some percabeth and a hot little Percy for fun! Oh man how I missed these two, and these books! I love how colourfully humorous the books are, and Percy cheers me up so much xD

Me: *sees headcanon about a ship I don’t follow*

Me: Nah

Me: *reads it anyway*

Me: hOLiEe SHiT!! Let ME tELL yOu aBOUT my nEW OtP

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Riordan give me stylized CHB outifts for my demigod children please

Not So Shore

A ‘Mortals Meet Percabeth’ fic, with a twist!!
10k words



“Hey, Kelly?”

Kelly looked up from her biology textbook, blinking at her best friend Olivia, who was definitely not doing the chapter review questions they’d been assigned. “What?”

“Do you think there’s something weird about Percy Jackson?” Olivia asked.

Kelly followed her to gaze to where Percy was sitting at the back of the room, leaning back in his chair. He wasn’t doing the review questions, either - instead, he was staring into the fish tank behind his desk. Kelly couldn’t see his face, but his dark hair was ruffled up and he was wearing his AHS hoodie with ‘Jackson’ emblazoned across the back of it.

“What do you mean, weird?” she asked, turning back around to Olivia.

Olivia shrugged. “I mean, just… there’s something strange about him.”

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Small Percy concentrating in the little things like Annabeth new earrings and Annabeth being taller than him and how long her hair is and how it fell down her shoulders..
 And how his hands were sweaty while dancing with her.

  • me: *hears a good new song*
  • my brain: associate it with ur otp
  • me: why
  • my brain: you gotta
I touched the combination lock. I concentrated so hard I felt like I was dead-lifting five hundred pounds. My pulse quickened. A line of sweat trickled down my nose. Finally I felt gears turning. Metal groaned, tumblers clicked, and the bolts popped back. Carefully avoiding the handle, I pried open the door with my fingertips and extracted an unbroken vial of green liquid.

Thalia kissed me on the cheek, which she probably shouldn’t have done while I was holding a tube of deadly poison.

“You are so good,” she said.

Did that make the risk worth it? Yeah, pretty much.
—  Luke Castellan, The Demigod Diaries