i wanted to do some percabeth

@ rick give me angry percy (or just mildy disgruntled)

i wanted to to do some practice on percy and i think i did alright 

just a quick pic to work on shading and anatomy and style

anonymous asked:

"listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do" OR "we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late" with Percabeth?

There are a lot of things Percy expects to see at six in the morning outside his place in New Athens. Campers who are in trouble. Campers who aren’t in trouble, but are being little shits. Lost gods that he can slam the door on. Maybe even his brother, whose sense of timing after spending time on the bottom of the ocean isn’t always great.

Annabeth Chase?

He’s not sure anything could have prepared him for Annabeth Chase.

Riptide is in his hand and ready to be uncapped before either of them say anything, his senses on red alert because the only reason his ex-girlfriend would be standing in front of him right now is if some sort of terrible disaster had struck the town.

Her hand snaps out, gently pressing his wrist down. The touch of skin on skin is like fire through his veins, and just for a second, Percy forgets how to breathe.

“No!” Her face is pink in the hazy dawn light. “No I - ugh, sorry, there’s nothing wrong. This was a bad idea, I should - I’m going.”

“Wait–” He takes a stumbling half-step towards her, just barely suppressing the urge to reach for her. The memory of her hand on his wrist still throbs, and he’s pretty sure it’s not something either of them want to repeat. “What - uh, how can I help? Did you need help? What do you need?”

The awkwardness hangs so thing in the air, they practically have to chew through it to speak. Annabeth looks briefly like she’s considering not even trying, before her shoulders slump. She rubs the back of her neck, looking up at the sky, and that’s when Percy notices the dark circles under them.

“Coffee,” she sighs. “I might have been up all night working on some plans, and I really need to get them done, and then I’ve got knifework with the campers later and I really don’t want to accidentally stab them. Plus I’m pretty sure that Chiron wants to meet with me about incorporating some different habitats into our next expansion and I wanted to draft up some ideas for that and–”

Once upon a time, he probably would have put his hand over her mouth and dragged her inside.

Once upon a time, he might have calmed her down with a kiss instead of his hand.

Right now, all he can really do is stand there, half-amused, half-concerned (all affection), waiting patiently for it all to come out. She finishes with something about needing to call her dad, and her face is definitely bright red now. For a moment (and it’s not the first moment), Percy forgets all about the fights and the screaming, the endless nightmares caught between them.

For a moment, he loves Annabeth Chase and it’s enough.

“I can do coffee,” he says, leaning against the doorframe with a grin. “If you cancel that meeting with Chiron and give yourself a break.”

The moment stretches as she blinks at him, turning that over in her mind. Once upon a time, it would have gotten him a laugh and a smack on the shoulder, a begrudging agreement as they both wandered inside.

Annabeth frowns, and the moment shatters. “I don’t need you to baby me, Percy,” she says tightly. “I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions.”

Irritation flares in his chest. “I know you’re an adult, I’m just worried–”

“How about you worry about yourself and your little excursions into monster territory, and leave my coping mechanisms to me?”

They stare at each other. The irritation twists into something darker, and it’s only those little excursions, the main outlet for the rage that burns inside him, that keep him from exploding in her face.

“Do you want coffee or not?” he asks finally. He sounds like a dead thing.

“I’ll get some at camp,” she says, and is gone before either one of them can start yelling.

I have this headcanon that, like almost all little kids on this planet, Percy wanted a pet when he was little - he still does *coughs*. But he didn’t want a cat or a dog or something normal like that. Percy’s always been weird.

“Mom can you buy me a hammerhead?”

Or something like:

“Do you think an acquarium for a dozen of eels would fit in my room?” (Sally goes like “We live in the Upper East Side, Percy, what do you think?”)

Then, he’s at Camp Half-Blood a few years later and the situation gets pretty worse.

“Hey, um, Chiron. Tiny favour. What about we build some underwater stable for hippocampuses, do you think it’d cost that much?”

Then he’s married.

“Hey Annabeth-”


“Uh okay just don’t get mad. Just asking.”

Their 8 year old son gifts him a jellyfish for his birthday and Percy cries

Me meeting Rick Riordan
  • Me: Hey wassup Ricky mah maaan. Hey so you know I was wonderin' if maybe you could write another book... I mean don't get me wrong all the other books you've written so far are great but... I need more Percabeth and get more of those gay ships in there that shits real good. And don't forget, I want it to have so much fluff I feel like a teddy bear just swallowed me and I'm in its fluffy belly. You know what I'm talking bout, I also need some making out in there, not necessarily Rated R action but I do want some shirtless making out in there that shit's hot. Anyway man you gonna make me happy?
  • Rick Riordan: Well unfortunately, I cannot do that because these are supposed to be children's books but if that's what you're into you know where to find it.
  • Me: Ye I know what u mean
  • Me: *goes on fanfiction.net*
Soulmate AUs

1- Necklaces are given to you at birth. Your soulmate has the other half to it. the closer you get the warmer your necklace becomes. When you are very close your necklaces will connect.

2- You have a tattoo on your forearm that somehow represents your soulmate. Your soulmate has the same, but it represents you. When you meet their initials appear under it.

3- On your body is the first words your soulmate will say to you in their handwriting.

4- Somewhere on your body is your soulmates full name.

5- The last words your soulmate will ever say to you are somewhere on your body.

6- When you are born you can not see color. When you see your soulmate for the first time you can see color. When they die you can not see color again.

7- When your soulmate gets hurt the injury shows up on you to but you don’t feel it.

8- The color of your soulmates hair is a strip on your forearm. If they dye it the strip changes too.

9- Your left eye has your eye color. Your right eye is your soulmates color. When you look into their eyes for the first time the colors change to the color they would’ve been.

10- When you turn 18 you stop ageing. When you meet your soulmate you start ageing again.

11- when you write on yourself it shows up on your soulmates skin.

12- You have a clock on your wrist counting down until you meet your soulmate. When you meet it falls off.

13- When you first touch your soulmate it causes a great pain and it leaves a scar.

14- When you meet your soulmate it causes a great pain and leaves behind a matching tattoo on you forearm.

15- When you sing your soulmate has to sing the same song at the same time and at the same volume.

16- You can speak telipathicly to your soulmate.

17- You have a stem of a flower on your arm. The closer you get to meeting your soulmate the more petals add on to it. When you meet all petals are on the flower. The flower is your soulmate favorite flower.

18- Every new year ( after you turn 16) on midnight your change bodies with your soulmate for a hour.

19- A part of you skin is pitch black. That is the place you will first touch your soulmate. after you do that spot turns rainbow colored.

20- All the things your soulmates loves are on your skin. When they fall in love with you a picture of you appears on your arm because that is when of the things they love.

21- When you sing the song gets stuck in your soulmates head until you stop singing.

22- All you life you are deaf. When you meet you soulmate you can hear.

23- Your left hand is controlled by your soulmate. Your right it controlled by you. That means when you move you right hand thats controlling your soulmate left hand.

24- You have a tattoo of something special to your soulmate. it can move.

25- You have a square of color on your arm. The color changes with your soulmates mood. It also glows. The closer you are to each other the brighter it glows, the farther away the duller it gets.

26- When you write on your arm it shows up on your soulmate.


I have seen some of these soulmates on tumblr, pinterest, and many other places. I do not own them.

These are some aus I would like to do. So if you want please ask what one you want me to do. I’ll mostly do PJO but I might do some more if I know what it is. Thank you! This would mean a lot to me if you would comment. And feel free to use in your stories. i would like to see what you can do.

I also want to thank @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney @it-has-the-gay-fanfiction and @solangelo-stuffs for inspiring me. I love your blogs!!! There sooooo amazing.


Otp prompt #7

It’s early in the morning, and A is standing in the kitchen in their underwear waiting for their coffee to be ready when B comes in with the energy of a puppy.

B says something like “A! What do you want to do today? I think we should go shopping and then go to the beach and maybe see some friends…” And A just gives B a look that says ‘I haven’t had my coffee yet and I have no idea what you just said’

anonymous asked:

Heeey was wondering if you could do a 13 for the prompt thing with percabeth and Baby Blofis? Xxx if you aren't too busy haha

Christmas Prompts

#13 - Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas present”.

Special thanks to my beta @daughterofjade, to @ananbeth for the motivation, and @anxiouspineapples for the inspiration.  

Dear Santa,

I have been very good this year.

I clean my room when my mom and dad tell me to. I say please and thank you. I gave a stray cat some tuna. I named her Pepper. And I didn’t punch Jack Teller too hard when he pushed me in the snow yesterday.

Please give the toys you were going to give me to other kids who need them. I want to make them happy.

For Christmas, I want to meet Annabeth Chase.


Hannah Blofis

P.S. Here is a cat sticker. I hope you like it.

“Hannah, don’t sit so close to TV,” Percy reminded, calling to his baby sister who was perched on her knees in front of the screen. Immediately after dinner, Hannah - still working on a mouthful of mashed potatoes - had leapt from her chair, dashed to the living room, and turned on the fight, leaving Percy, Sally and Paul to clean up the dishes. Her little hands were pressed against the glass as her hero filled the television.

Annabeth Chase, champion MMA fighter, stared down her off-screen opponent before the fight. She snarled, revealing her black mouth guard and making it look like a toothless grin. Her blonde boxer braids draped over her sponsor-ridden sports bra as she warmed up, flexing her insane biceps unconsciously to the roar of the crowd.

Judo Barbie is what the media called her. Though, based on the interviews and press conferences she’d given, Annabeth didn’t seem keen on that nickname and - in Percy’s limited knowledge about her - would expect that the person who came up with it would be met with a swift punch to the throat if they ever crossed paths.

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Do You Wanna Build A Snowman
  • Nico: Percy?
  • Nico: Do you wanna go to McDonalds?
  • Nico: I want some happy meals
  • Nico: You know I'd usually ask Will
  • Nico: But he's not here
  • Nico: So pretty please????
  • Nico:
Anyone want some shorts?

Drop the prompt in my ask box, and I will try to respond soon. I WILL NOT do really smutty things, or things of that sort. 

They will be a few paragraphs long but some may be longer then others.

I WILL do the following:



Pernico (I know its not Solangelo, but some people still enjoy it)

isi7140  asked:

Percabeth 29

“I thought you were dead.”


She has thought him dead before. The first day she ever saw him, watching him crawl up bloodied and shaking over Half Blood Hill and collapsing on the porch of the Big House. Dueling Luke, and falling. And then Mount Saint Helens–she’d kissed him then, for the first time, grabbed him and pressed her lips to his, a kiss for luck if they’d ever needed one, every passing second with her skin against his, her breath against his–every second a prayer. Be safe. Don’t be stupid. Live.

At his funeral, she’d stood there and listened to the distant rushing shore, listened to the crackling fire as it ate up the shimmering green sea silk of his shroud. He was probably the bravest friend I’ve ever had, she’d said, and she’d meant it, meant it fiercely and truly and without any doubt.

I am tired of losing friends, she’d thought just after, watching fire bite at the blackening threads of his shroud and remembering so many old and broken promises. Her throat ached. Her heart ached. Please come back, she’d thought, one last second of a prayer–

And he had.

It had given her such a terrible thing to hold onto, as she held onto him: Percy will always come back.

And he had. After so much–after so much–he always came back, always found his way back to her, bloodied and shaking and crawling, eyes full of love and darkness and laughter, of exhaustion, of pain, of understanding. They had fought through wars together and held up the entire sky together and fell into the Underworld together, and this is–this is not–she looks down into his face now and tries to breathe and this is not

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“What… What are you doing here?”

“Thought I could pass by and visit you”

“You know I’m trying to work here”

“Of course I know. You chose this over a summer at Camp Half-Blood with me. I’m seriously offended. I don’t even know what I’m doing here now”

“It’s just for some time, I want some real money for myself. Then, I’ll be all yours”

“I don’t want to wait”

“Alright, then don’t”

Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase one time he went to visit her while she was working. 

SomethingMoreCreative1 Anniversary Fic Rec

1. The Book Nook by Aria Taylor
“What?” he said in a teasing tone. “Am I distracting you with my gorgeous body?” She offered the boy an indifferent shrug. “No, the amount of stupid radiating off of you is threatening to choke me.” OR, Annabeth has a secret and Percy is the spawn of Satan. AU. One-shot. Percabeth. (This is a story that will make you feel like crazy so be prepared, and it’s so beautifully written.)

2. Hidden by Lilianne Chase
Annabeth is ‘invisible’, her classmates don’t know she exists, her big sister is a mess, and with a 4.0 GPA after skipping two grades she’s just trying to get through senior year. Percy is popular, athletic, hot, and nice to everyone, but all he cares about anymore is his mom’s health. Sometimes opposites aren’t so opposite really, and the most beautiful things are the hidden ones. ( If you haven’t read this already, drop everything and read it now. This is seriously one of the best multi-chapter fics I’ve read in years.)

3. Spoils of War by thesoggybug
The Doors of Death have been closed but the demigods are still struggling. Percy and Annabeth are still in Tartarus, Camp Half-Blood is to be invaded in less than two weeks, and unimaginable sacrifices need to be made in order to save the world from Gaea and her forces. 
(This is a must read if you need realistic Tartarus and its after effects, plus it has a bit of darkPercy and darkAnnabeth.)

4. Life As It Happens One-Shots by ForHadesSake
A series of Percabeth one-shots from the ages 17 to 30. Not in chronological order but connected between them. Sexual content in some of the one-shots but mostly T. (Great for a fun read, and if your wanting something a bit smuttier ;))

5. A Thousand Years by Luna-Incendia14
Percy Jackson has been having nightmares about a girl with blonde hair and grey eyes and burning cities, day after day. The doctors are convinced he’s crazy and so they send him to Goode Academy, a school for “special” kids like him. Only Percy knows he’s not crazy. Or is he? Soon he’s wrapped up in a mystery far beyond just the school and a love that lasts for more than a lifetime. (Honest to God one of the best/interesting plots I’ve read in a long time.)

6. Clarity by DancingReader15
Percy is a basketball player. Though not the smartest, he does his best. Annabeth is a dancer. Though she might be the smartest, nothing is ever good enough for her. One day she might just push too hard. When Percy finds himself falling for a strong-willed stubborn girl with the grey eyes, a world of complications separate them. Will they each find their own Clarity? (Fun read, and has some really great makeout scenes.)

7. More Than Meets The Eye by imagination.is.creativity 2898
Annabeth Chase is finishing up her last year of college. When she finds out that her little brother has cancer, she needs to make money and fast. What better way to get quick cash than become famous CEO Percy Jackson’s new assistant? AU ( This is a really good read if your looking for something a little more emotional.)

8. Soldier by davis32
AU. Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson meet while running in Central Park, neither of them expceted to end up falling in love.
( I will beg you to read this one, if you ever have a bad day this is the best feel good, pick-me-up fic ever.)

9. With Arms Wide Open by ILove2Write13
Annabeth has never fawned over celebrities; the fact that her brother was one had made her immune. One hot summer in California changes everything with Luke’s entire band and a whirlwind romance. But all things must come to an end, and although she promises herself she will move on, Percy has left her a little something to be delivered in 9 months… (This story is just a bundle of feels, and an absolutely fantastic baby fic, also there’s some smut. If you liked that one I would alson suggest reading her fic Green Eyes, it’s a Merman au.)

10. Where There’s Hope by gray-streaks (hudmelberrysonnyc)
Life is never easy when you’re a single mother and when you’re Sally Jackson, motherhood and life get especially complicated, but sometimes, you aren’t quite as alone as you appear to be. ( A very realistic take on Sally raising baby Percy, and you will fall in love with it immediately, it is that great. Also I encourage you to check out her other stuff she’s written, it’s super good.)

It was very hard not putting some of the story’s you had written in here, because you are my absolute favorite writer (even if you did kill Annabeth in your last fic). Anyways, I wanted to do this for you, because you asked for fic recs and you do stuff for your fans all the time, like give us a huge supply of Percabeth fics when our whiny butts ask for it. This is my thank you for existing :)

anonymous asked:

Percabeth and "my brothers stole this bike and it has your address carved into it so I thought I should give it back"

Annabeth stopped at the doorway, checked the address carved onto the bike frame, and knocked. There was a muffled clatter inside, and then the door cracked open to reveal a woman wearing an apron, her brown hair flying out of a ponytail. 


“Uh, hi, I’m here to return your bike?” Annabeth gestured to the road bike she had propped against her hip.

The woman’s eyes widened and she opened the door all the way. “Where did you find it?”

“Oh, it’s a bit of a funny story, my brother’s actually -”

A boy around Annabeth’s age wandered up behind the woman, expression guarded. He was wearing a bright green t-shirt and jeans, and Annabeth thought that he was unfairly good looking. 

“Hey, Mom, what’s going on - Oh my god is that my bike?!” He moved past the woman and rushed into the hall, wrapping his arms around the frame and lifting the bike into the air, cradling it like it was his most prized possession. “My bike, I can’t believe it! Where was it?”

The woman - this boy’s mother - looked very amused. “I don’t know, Percy, you’ll have to ask -” She looked at Annabeth.

“Annabeth,” she filled in. 

“Annabeth. She’s the lovely young lady who was returning it to us.”

Percy looked up as if noticing her for the first time. His eyes widened, a blush spread over his cheeks, and he immediately dropped the bike. “Uh, hi. Hello. Thank you, for, uh, returning my bike. That is… very cool of you. A very cool thing to do. Thanks.”

If she hadn’t been so embarrassed herself, Annabeth would have laughed. “You’re welcome. I’m sorry my brothers stole it in the first place.”

The boy’s expression dropped. “Your brothers?”

“Oh, don’t worry, I kicked their butts for it. They’re grounded from here to eternity, too.”

He looked somewhat appeased by that. 

His mom was looking between them with a smile. “Annabeth, dear, would you like to come in for a drink?” 

“Oh, I-” 

“Come on, you must want some water after riding here,” she insisted.

Annabeth caved, smiling. “Okay, sure.”

She followed the two of them inside, helping guide Percy with the bike so he didn’t hit the walls.

“I owe you big time,” he said as they placed it in his room.

When he flashed her a crooked smile, she thought of a few ways he could repay her.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons or thoughts on dark!Annabeth especially after Tartarus? I love how much you talk about dark!Percy but let's show the queen some love! Tbh, I just want the two of them to be a romantic, dangerous couple and let their darker sides take over and be a chaotic neutral force that even gods low-key don't wanna fuck with. UGH. Percabeth. Dark Percabeth. I love them too much.

Well here are few dark Annabeth/Percabeth headcanons I have. (I guess they would count as an AU though since Annabeth didn’t really have dark moments in canon but oh well)

  • Where dark Percy is angry and heavily influenced by his emotions and powers, Annabeth is apathetic, cold, and calculating. Every action has a direct cause and reason. Tartarus made her an empty shell but she’s smarter than ever.
  • She starts hiding throwing knives and daggers along the inside of her clothing. Before her enemies even realize she has a weapon, the blade will be embed into their flesh. 
  • Where Percy drags out the enemies death to painful extremes, Annabeth is quick and efficient. If she wants you dead, she will not draw it out.
  • Annabeth starting to train non stop to hone her skills and to help cope with Tartarus’s trauma
  • Annabeth struggling to feel alive. She’s hollow and everything is numb to her and the only time she really experiences life is when she’s battling her enemies.
Happy Birthday, Meg!

Happy belated Birthday, Meg~!

Because she is pure sunshine and deserves all the happiness in the world, I wrote her a little sum’sum. We both enjoy MasterChef and cooking shows in general and I wanted to try out some different techniques to describe the senses other than sight so… yeah. This one’s for you, Meg! As for the rest of you, go wish her a happy birthday. She’s going to know she’s loved, dammit. If it’s the last thing I ever do, she will know!

Percabeth MasterChef AU


Alright, Annabeth, she told herself. Just breathe.

She leveled her shoulders, adjusted the hem of her blouse, and stepped into the arena. Calling it an arena might not do it justice. It wasn’t the typical ‘gladiators fighting to the death’ kind after all. It was the set of MasterChef, the televised competition for amateur, at-home cooks. For the top title and a quarter of a million dollars, blood would be spilt here in more ways than one.

The repurposed airplane hangar was packed, buzzing with energy, one Annabeth could literally feel in her chest as she walked to her station, carrying her basket of ingredients. The contestants who were scheduled to arrive earlier in the day were already cooking, preparing their signature dishes for the judges to try.

Cameras zoomed in on stews bubbling, knives slicing, blenders grinding, while producers with headsets and clipboards hovered nearby, making sure each opportunity was snagged for the perfect shot.

It really was a whole different world actually being there rather than seeing it on TV. She still felt like a voyeur, someone who shouldn’t be there, someone who was intruding. For years, Annabeth had been watching the show, only able to imagine what it would smell or taste like for herself. But she was here. She was finally here.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write please a Percabeth soulmate au, I feel like there isn't enough of them out there. (If you don't want to, it's cool. No pressure, you just do your thing dude.)

Author’s Note: Title credits to Jamie Lawson. All mistakes are mine. Sorry that it’s been a while, but I hope you all enjoy!


The first day of kindergarten doesn’t really scare Annabeth. She’s prepared, after all.

All her pencils are in their pencil case— freshly sharped with full, pink erasers. She has a sharpener just in case, some new colored pencils, and two folders so that she can keep her schoolwork and her homework separate.

Plus, she figures that she’s ahead of all her classmates. She knows every single letter in the alphabet, can write her first and last name, and her handwriting is impeccable.

As she trudges up to the front door, carrying a backpack that’s nearly as big as herself, her dad gives her a kiss on the cheek and calls her his ‘little overachiever’. Annabeth isn’t quite sure what an overachiever is, but she assumes it’s a good thing because everyone seems to call her that.

And her first day is great—she gets a sticker for being able to recite the alphabet and her teacher is really nice. Her dad picks her up after school with her favorite snack, and she thinks nothing could be better.

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Annabeth’s hands are still shaking, even when the doctor comes out and tells her it’s okay to go in and see him. She smiles gratefully at the man, resisting the urge to throw her arms around him. She wipes at her eyes just before she enters, hoping she looks better than she feels. She takes a deep breath when she sees him lying on the bed, features relaxed. She approaches him silently, and takes the seat beside the bed.

Percy’s fast asleep, chest moving up and down rhythmically. Absently, she reaches out her hand, tracing the slant of his nose, the curve on his cheekbones, the arc of his brows. Her fingers look even more pale against his tan skin, and she tries to match her breathing to his to calm herself down.

He’s here. He’s breathing. He’s alive.

She lets out a shaky breath just as his eyes flutter open. She sees him look up at her confusedly,and can point out the exact second he realizes what’s happened. His face goes from confused to panicked to recognition to peaceful in a span of three seconds, and then he relaxes, moving his head so his cheek is resting against his palm. He watches lets her stroke her thumb over his cheebones wordlessly for a while until he clears his throat.

“Hi.” He croaks, voice barely above a whisper. Annabeth sends him a small smile.

“You gave us such a scare, Jackson.” She tells him softly, and his brows stitch together.

“Us? Does my mom know?”

“Of course she does. I had to drop your son off somewhere when I rushed down here, didn’t I?” She asks with a small smile. She’s run out of tears, but she’s in no mood to laugh, either. Percy groans, shifting slightly.

“You told Alec?” He winces. “Mom’s going to kill me.”

“You’re the worst, Percy.” She can’t stop herself from sniffling a little. All humor vanishes from his face when he looks up at her. His mouth is pulled down and he’s frowning slightly as he reaches out to hold her hand, pulling along the IV drips with him.

“Hey.” She looks up at him, hoping he can’t see through her (Yeah, right). “Why are you so upset?”

“Why am I upset?” She needs to remember she’s in a hospital and can’t scream. “You could’ve died. They call me and tell me my husband’s been in a terrible accident and that he’s in critical care and they don’t know if he’ll even make it and don’t give me any updates for four hours, and you want to know why I’m upset?” Her voice cracks, and she has to tell herself she’s cried enough. That she’s going to make it through this, because Percy’s alright. Tears well in her eyes anyway, and she looks away from Percy, who looks shocked.

“Annabeth, I’m-” He pauses. “I didn’t know, I’m so sorry.” She looks back up at him, almost instantly regretting it because her heart aches for the way he’s pouting slightly. She lets out a sigh, running her hands over her face in an attempt to look a little more put together.

“I should call Sally.” She says hoarsely. “She and Paul are really worried.”

Percy nods with a slight wince and she gets off the chair and makes her way to the window to make her call. Sally and Paul come in half an hour later with their four year old son.

“Percy! Oh, thank god you’re alright!” Sally cries, rushing over to his bed, just when Alec comes in.

“Mommy!” He screams, racing right into Annabeth’s arms. She smiles softly at the little boy and lifts him off the ground. He wraps his legs around her and smiles happily at her, blue eyes sparkling. “You’re not crying anymore!” He announces, and she knows Percy’s tensing on the bed beside her.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Mommy’s okay.” She kisses his cheek. “You know who else is okay? Daddy!” She coos, carrying him over to his father’s bed. Alec reaches out to his dad, but Annabeth holds him firmly. “Alec, sweetie, Daddy’s got hurt really badly, okay? You can’t play with him for a while.”

Big eyes blink up at her as her son frowns. “Did Daddy get into a fight at school?” He asks, and she sees Percy smile weakly behind him.

“Yes, he did, darling. And what do you tell people who pick fights at school?”

Alec turns in her arms to face Percy, and she can see him sticking a finger out over his blonde head. “Daddy. Nice boys don’t fight. You made Mommy cry a lot.” He scolds, and Percy has the decency to look ashamed.

“You’re right, kiddo. No more fights.” He agrees, just as Sally lets out a small laugh, hitting him upside the head gently.

“Do you want to play fireman when we go home?” Alec pushes, and Annabeth freezes. She reaches out and strokes his hair softly, something that she realized a long time ago, calms him down- Just like it does, his father. He turns around and beams at her.

“Daddy’s not going to be able to play for a few weeks, baby.” She says softly. “Until his back feels better. You can play with Jordan. How does that sound?” Alec’s momentary frown melts into a grin.

“That’ll do.” He decides before turning back to Percy. “Daddy, I hope you stop being hurt.”

“I do too, buddy.” Percy winks at him. Alec wriggles out of Annabeth’s hold and runs off to Grandpa Paul, sitting happily in his lap. Paul sends the three of them a thumbs up, as if to say, I’ve got this covered. Annabeth turns back to Percy, who’s still being yelled at quietly by Sally, and she’s about to join in, but she holds herself back.

He’s okay, she reminds herself. And just for that, he’s off the hook.


Percy needs a lot more time before he can work his right leg fully, something that breaks his heart. Annabeth reaches out to interlace her fingers in his when the doctor announces it, and for a while, Percy seems perfectly okay with it. It sinks in minutes later, though, when Dr. Morozova is walking Annabeth through his rehabilitation exercises and timetables.


“You have to start out slow, so we’ll-” The doctor repeats, but Percy slams his hand down on the table.

“My right leg won’t heal for how long?” Annabeth takes a deep break, rubbing circles on his wrist with her thumb.

“A year, Mr. Jackson, at least-”

“I play basketball.” Percy cries. “For a living. I need this to get better sooner. Make it happen.” He waves his arm around stubbornly. Dr. Morozova sends him a sad smile and a shrug before shaking her head.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mr. Jackson. You got lucky, but struck some of the nerves in your back when you fell. If you attend therapy regularly, though, I think you’ll be back on the field by next December.”

“Okay, first off,” Percy glares at her. “It’s a court. And December’s a year and six months from now.”

Eight, actually, but Annabeth decides she can keep that to herself. She places her other hand over theirs before smiling at the doctor in what she hopes is an apologetic manner.

“Thank you so much for your help. We should head back home.” The doctor doesn’t look impressed, but gives her a tight smile before grudgingly saying,

“Feel free to call me if you need any help.”

Annabeth helps Percy off his seat and lets him sling his arm around her shoulders before making their way back to her car, with Percy muttering how stupid this is, anyway, the whole way. The drive home is mostly silent, because she’s too scared to say something to set him off, and he’s too wrapped up in his thoughts to say anything.

Annabeth fiddles with the keys for a while and pauses before she unlocks the door. She looks up at Percy, who’s leaning against the wall, face screwed up in pain, and she feels a pang of guilt for asking what she wants to.

“Perce?” She asks softly, and he looks at her, frown slipping right off his features. “I know this is a lot to ask, but,” She falters. “I haven’t explained it to Alec, really, and-”

He raises his hand up to silence her. “Annabeth. He might be a mama’s boy- All Jackson men are- but he’s my son, too. Don’t worry about it.” He sends her a large grin that makes her skin tingle as she opens the door.

“You’re home!” She barely has the time to register what’s happening when a lightning fast blur of yellow throws itself at her knees. She laughs, ruffling he little boy’s head and is about to answer, but he’s already racing to tackle his father. Annabeth watches in horror as he runs straight into Percy’s legs, demanding he pick him up. Percy, who looks like he’s going to die from the impact only lets out a scream through gritted teeth. Annabeth’s by his side in a flash, scooping up Alec and wrapping an arm around his waist as carefully as she can.

Alec looks horrified at the thought that he caused his dad, his hero, so much pain, and has tears welling in his eyes, and Percy’s moaning into the crook of her neck and Annabeth can’t decide who to pay attention to first. She reaches out with the hand not carrying her son and strokes Percy’s hiar and kisses the little boy’s forehead.

“Alec, honey, who don’t you go inside and play with your toys, okay? Daddy’s fine, I promise.” Alec nods, looking up at her with large eyes and wiping the single tear  his cheek as she sets him down. He slumps back into the house, and Annabeth sighs as she turns to Percy. “As for Daddy, he needs some rest.”

Percy squints at her, lips slightly apart and eyes half closed. “Daddy?” He repeats weakly, letting her carry most of his weight. He isn’t as muscular as his teammates, not by a long shot, and Annabeth does like to think of her hours in the gym pay off, but she nearly bucks under the pressure. “Didn’t know you were into kinks like that.” He flashes her a small smile. “That’s kind of dirty, Annabeth. Not judging you or anything, but-”

“Hey, Perce?” Annabeth asks. He looks down at her as she guides him down the passageway and straight to their room. “Shut up.” He smirks at her before frowning at the room they’ve finally got to.

“I think I’ll watch some TV. The Clippers are playing the Bulls, and-”

“Not today, Jackson.” Annabeth tells him drily. “I’ll get you my laptopto live stream, if you’d like, but you’re not leaving this bed under my watch.” She relents after he pouts at her, regretting it the second his expression grows smug.

“Someone seems to really want me in bed, eh, Mommy?” He teases, and Annabeth rolls her eyes.

“Do you want the laptop?”

“Yes. Is Mom here?” He asks, wondering who was watching Alec when they weren’t at home. Annabeth shakes her head.

“No, but Thals is. Do you want to talk to her while I get dinner fixed up for tonight?” She asks, sinking into the bed beside him, reaching over his face to brush the hair out of his eyes. Percy smiles softly at her.

“No, that’s okay. Can you get Alec to come in here, though? I never got to say hi to the little guy.” He shrugs, and Annabeth beams, because that would keep both of them busy long enough for her to figure out dinner, maybe some time alone with her best friend that she’s wanted for weeks together. She feels ridiculously selfish, but ever since Alec had been born and they got married, she’d found lesser and lesser time to spend with Thalia without having her family (whom she loved with all her heart, mind you) constantly intruding. She gives him a kiss on his cheek before walking out, calling for Alec.

She sees him curled up next to Thalia, who’s reading out a book that looks suspiciously like ome of Annabeth’s favorite textbooks from Yale for him. He jumps to his feet at the sound of her voice and blinks at her when she tells him to go play with his father.

“Daddy wants to play with me?” He asks, like he can’t believe it, and Annabeth feels terrible for a moment. “But I hurt him.” He says in a small voice.

“Sweetie, that was an accident. You mean the universe and more to Daddy, okay? And if you don’t play carefully with him, he’ll feel sad. You don’t want a sad Daddy, do you?”

Alec shakes his head at an inhuman rate before bouncing off happily into their room. She watches after him in amusement. She can’t imagine being something that small and young and still having all that energy. She lets out a sigh and plops down next to Thalia, who grins at her.

“TV?” She asks. Annabeth knows she should probably get to making dinner but she’s so tired, and Alec’s been asking for pizza for over a month that she’s been putting off, and there’s two people dependent on her and her boss has been really rough all week and it’s her first break in a long while and-

“TV.” She agrees, kicking her legs up.


Annabeth slips through the door as quietly as she can. Ever since Percy’s been staying home, he’s turned into an even lighter sleeper than her, and that’s saying something. She can hardly get out of bed to get a glass of water without waking him up with the creaking of their wooden floor. It’s a Friday night, and she’s ready to curl up in bed and sleep all the way to Sunday. The last few weeks have been hectic at work- She’s been given a really big project with a multinational, and it’s been driving her up a wall, trying to figure out what kind of a factory they’re looking to build, what with the CEO being so secretive about everything. That, along with Percy’s growing crabbiness of being cooped up at home and unable to do most things on his own is starting to take a toll on Annabeth. She hates that she doesn’t like it, but she lives with a man who’s in a constantly foul mood, and it’s grating on her nerves. She decides she’ll drive her boys down to Montauk this weekend as a surprise, but right now, she’s really wonering if she has the energy for the drive.

She hangs up her coat and bag and gets a glass of water before silently tiptoeing into her room. She worries that the creaking of the door might wake up Percy, but she realizes the lights are on, so she peeks in to find Alec lying comfortably on her husband’s chest, listening to him in fascination. Percy’s playing absently with the four year old’s dark hair and telling him what Annabeth thinks is a story. Neither of them seem to have noticed her at the door, and she isn’t above using it to be sneaky, so she strains her ears to hear his words.

“-And she told me she didn’t want to date me because I was sure to make a college team, and she’d only serve as a distraction.” He chuckles quietly, and Annabeth feels herself relax against the door. “For a smart woman, your mom sure is crazy. Don’t tell her I called her that.” She hears Alec’s delighted giggles.

“This can be a dude thing, Daddy!” He squeals. “And then she married you because I was borned?” He asks, and she hears Percy laugh quietly.

“Sounds about right.” She hears the smile in his voice.

“Do you fight because you don’t love each other, Daddy?” Alec’s voice is quiet, and Annabeth freezes. Yes, Percy does sometimes get on her nerves, and of course, they fight every now and then, but was it something so obvious that a four year old could notice? She feels her heart hammering against her chest as she waits for Percy’s response, irrational fear filling her up to a frenzy. She knows she shouldn’t; She loves him way too much- If he answers truthfully, and tells Alec he sees the marriage falling apart, she thinks she might die. She’s already come up with a million arguments to give them another shot- It’s just a phase, we can work through it, you’ll get better soon, this makes no sense. Her mind is reeling and she struggles to breathe. She peers into the room to see Percy smile at their son- A genuine one.

“Hey, pal. I happen to love your mother more than anyone else in the world. Except you, of course. We fight because sometimes, that’s how people tell each other they care.” He tells their son gently, and Annabeth has to take a breath to calm herself down. She doesn’t know why she’d have panicked like that, it was just a moment of weakness, she decides, and pushes the door open. Both of them look up at her with smiles so large, she could’ve been Santa Claus.

“You’re home!” Alec cries, and she beams at him, reaching over to give him a kiss on the forehead, leaning over Percy, who wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her to the bed.

“We were just talking about you.” He tells her, burying his head in her lap.

“You both were supposed to be asleep.” She says by way of greeting, voice still thick. “I thought I’d drive you two down to the beach tomorrow, but you’re clearly not going to be up in time-”

Alec is already at the door.

“I’m going to sleep now, Mommy! I’ll be up in time, I promise! Daddy, SLEEP!” He cries, and Annabeth pretends to contemplate it.

“Alright, maybe if you’re a really good boy, we can still make it.” She sighs after moments of deep thought, and Alec races off to his room. Percy looks up at her from her lap.

“You have to stop eavesdropping on dude talks.” Annabeth has a lot of arguments for that, but she sighs, still a little wound up about Alec’s question.

“I know.”

“I meant it, Annabeth.” He tells her seriously. “You are crazy.” She smacks him lightly across the head, and he cracks a grin. “And you’re my world. You can’t believe anything else, right?”

Annabeth swallows before bending down and pressing her lips to his. He reaches over to hold her head and neck, deepening the kiss. It’s lazy and passionate and tells him everything Annabeth can’t put to words.

I love you, it says. I love you, I love you, I love you.

His tongue playfully flicks at her lips, and she giggles against him. He guides her carefully so she somehow finds herself lying on top of him, and he plays with her hair absently.

“Montauk, huh?” He finally asks in between kisses, moving her so he has access to her jaw and neck.

“Yeah, if I don’t fall asleep at the wheel.” She manages as he moves lower down towards her chest. He’s managed to unbutton her shirt, and she struggles to roll off him. “Perce, you’re hurt.” She says softly. “I just want you to get better. I promise I won’t complain the day you can walk without any help.” She pulls away and gets to her feet, turning to her closet so she doesn’t have to look at the disappointment on his face. There’s a pause as she pulls off her bra and slips into a loose cami and some shorts. When she turns back around, Percy looks pensieve.

“You won’t complain.” He repeats thoughtfully. “So I can do anything?” He sends her a wolf-like grin, and she rolls her eyes, deciding it’s too late to eat her words, and clambers into the sheets with him. “I can have my way with you, and you can’t protest?”

“Percy, we’ve been together since we were sixteen.” She tells him. “You’ve ‘had your way with me’ for years.” She mocks playfully as he turns the lights out and wraps his arms around her, pulling her impossibly close to him.

“Are you kidding me?” He laughs. “There’s so many kinks I have that have gone unsatis-”

“I’ll have sex with you if you stop talking and go to sleep.” There’s a pause.

“Alec’s right. You do know how to get what you want.”

“Percy.” Annabeth warns. He doesn’t respond, only gives her a squeeze. She rests her head against his chest until his breathing relaxes.


Annabeth knows that Percy hates therapy, and will do nearly anything to get out of it. Lucky for her, she also knows exactly what to say to coax him in. He’s lying in bed with his arm covering his face and a grimace on his features, waving her away.

“I can’t go today. I’m sick.” He tells her, not even trying to be convincing. She glances at the watch on her wrist before letting out an irritated sigh.

“Percy, I’m going to be late for work. Let’s go.” She prods him. He stops wriggling and lowers his arm to glare at her, eyes hidden under his hair that’s gotten way too long. “You also need a hair cut. And I need you to get the groceries and pick up Alec from playschool.” She lists off her fingers. She only hears a groan in response.

“Don’t make me go.” He pleads, but she doesn’t stand for it.

“That’ll only be another year of sitting at home and not being able to play.” She points out. He gives her a dry look, but she knows she’s won because he slowly peels himself off the bed, getting to his feet and giving himself a stretch. She hears his muscles cracking and scowls, but he only winks at her in response before slipping into the bathroom. She checks her reflection in the mirror as she waits for him to come out- She’s all set to drop him off and head down to the firm.

“Alright, Fussy. Let’s go.” Percy yawns as he comes out, slipping on a green t-shirt over his shorts. She only scowls at him again before laving the room, not looking to see if he’s following.

She presses a kiss to his lips before he gets out of the car and watches him enter the building, feeling an odd senseof pride at how he’s managed to lose his limp. It’s been seven months, and he’s recovering steadily, and while he does sometimes cry out in pain while loading the washer-dryer, she thinks he’s doing a great job. He’s even got an interview scheduled next week about his comeback to the Knicks, which, according to his doctor, shouldn’t be too far away.

She thinks back to when they were in high school. He’d always told her the one real love in his life was the bright orange ball, and that it made him the person he was. Of course, that was before he’d told her she meant more to him than a stupid game and then kissed her, which is why she’d freaked out in the first place. She’d always known he’d go places, and the last thing she wanted was to get in his way. He’d laughed it off and called her silly, but it had only gotten worse when his grades started dropping even lower and the principal threatened to have him pulled off the team that he’d started taking her seriously.

They’d broken up for a couple of months, quite possibly the hardest months of her life in senior year at high school, and it was when James Miller asked her to prom that Percy had put his foot down, demanding she date him because there’s no way she’s going to prom with anyone else. It wasn’t a particularly romantic story- They’d been best friends who fell in love and stuck together ever since. She doesn’t even remember most of the ‘important’ details, like when he asked her out or when they had sex for the first time; it was just a blur in the past, and for someone who takes milestones in relationships very seriously, she can’t bring herself to care. Percy’s here to stay, she knows, because of the multiple times he’d made sure to tell her, and really, she can’t ask for more.

Apart from her son, Percy Jackson is the single most important person in the world, to Annabeth. She’d easily be willing to give up her dreams and her happiness and very possibly her life, if it meant Percy and Alec would be safe and happy. He’s given her a family, something she can always fall back on, and there’s nothing she can ever say or do to tell him how much that means to her.

She pulls into her usual slot at work, grabs her purse and is about to head inside when her phone buzzes. She looks down at the screen to read the text.

Why would you subject me to this? She swears she can hear Percy’s voice reading it out in her head. She tries to hide her smile as she gets to her cubicle, plopping down unceremoniously on the chair. Jason’s head pokes up from his cubicle.

“You’re happy.” He says, rolling out so she can see him. She shrugs.

“It’s a pleasant day.” She tells him. He doesn’t push.

“How’s Percy feeling? Piper was wanting to know if you guys could make lunch this Saturday.” Annabeth doesn’t hesitate to accept her partner and closest friend’s invitiation. Percy loves Piper and Jason, and she thinks it’ll be a nice idea for him to get out of the house to do something that isn’t chores or therapy. He grin at her before launching into his design ideas for a new biochemistry laboratory.

Annabeth likes working with Jason- They get along really well, seeing that they’re the youngest at work, being only two years out of college and employed in a very well reputated architectural firm. They’d started hanging out at office parties, but it was only when she’d invited him and his girlfriend over for dinner that she decided she really, really loved Jason Grace. They think along the same wavelengths, he doesn’t struggle to keep up with her, and he knows when to let her boss him around and when to put his foot down. They work as a great team, and were generally pretty open with each other regarding almost anything in their lives.

She’s sitting at his desk and going over the beam structure minutes before it’s time for them to leave when she gets a call from Percy.

“Where are you?” He demands, and she frowns.

“Percy, I’m at work. Is something wrong?” There’s a pause. She can hear Alec screaming in delight in the background.

“No. I took Alec to the park, and I miss you.” He tells her, and she softens.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be home in half an hour. Is tha alright with you?” She asks, and gets a long drawn sigh in response before the line goes blank.

It’s something Percy’s started to do a lot more often now- Call her when he gets bored and demand she come back because he’s bored. She imagines it’s hard to have to sit around all day and do nothing, but she doesn’t know how to help him. She looks back at Jason, who only gestures for her to leave with a smirk.

“Don’t keep our princess waiting.” He laughs, and she smacks him across the head while shrugging on her jacket.

“That’s sexist.” She informs him before grabbing her bag and leaving.


Sometimes she wonders how she ever got so lucky as to meet Percy Jackson, much less marry him. She’s sitting on the bench, watching him dribble the ball across the court, looking more relaxed than she’s seen him in a while. He’s got sweat dripping off his chin and little droplets of water in his hair, but his eyes are blazing as he weaves around the court, his coach constantly calling out orders.

“Take it easy, Jackson!” He barks as Percy jumps gracefully to shoot a basket. She can see how happy he is, but secretly, she does agree with the coach. He really shouldn’t be exerting himself.

He misses, and lets out a frustrated scream, and Annabeth flinches. He’s not anywhere close to being in shape for any of the matches this season. He wipes at his face before staring his routine all over again.

“You can’t expect to be in perfect condition.” The coach calls, but she isn’t even sure if he’s hearing any of the words. He’s solely focused on the ball, the court and the basket at the other end- She knows it because she knows Percy.

She watches him for three hours until she decides it’s time for a real break, and stands up. Immediately, Percy drops the ball, turning to look at her.

“Where are you going?” He calls, and she smiles at the coach before turning to him.

“We’re going home. That’s enough for today.” She gives him a pointed look. He’s about to argue, but seems to be contemplating it. She hardens her look, and silently thanks the gods when she hears his coach grunt,

“She’s right. Get some rest, Jackson.”

He relaxes slightly before heading into the showers. His coach turns to her.

“He’s pretty good.” He tells her quietly, like he’s afraid Percy might hear. “He might actually even make the cut, but he needs practice.”

“He’ll practice for as long as it’s a healthy amount.” Annabeth cuts him off. “He loves the sport, and the team- Enough to forget about himself. He’s not hurting himself again.” She states firmly, and the other man looks a little offended, but it slowly turns into an expression she thinks looks somewhat impressed.

“He’s lucky. To have a girl like you.” He tells her, and she smiles shyly at him, earlier defensiveness leaving her almost immediately. “I really am sorry about the accident.”

“What did happen, anyway? He’s never told me.” She pushes. She’d told herself she’d give him some space, not poke her nose where he doesn’t want her, but it’s just her curiosity that drives her crazy.

“Got tackled when he was dunking. Hit the floor. Hard.” The coach is a man of few words, she decides.

“Why do you think he didn’t tell me?” She wonders, more for the sake of conversation.

“He acted like a child, taking that shot. Probably embarrassed.” Okay, then, Annabeth thinks. No conversation today.

They wait for him to come out in silence. He puts his arm around her, beaming down and pressing a kiss to her temple.

“I’m feeling awesome.” He says, and she pats his arm.

“About damn time. Start driving the car, then- I’m sick of being your cabbie.” She teases, and Percy shrugs.

“I’ll drive us home.” He offers, and Annabeth pauses. She realizes that nursing Percy back to health is a lot like raising their little boy- There’s only so many things she can do for him. After that, it’s up to him to get to his own two feet. She takes a breath. It’s time for Percy to get his life back, even if she’s a little afraid of him getting hurt. He’s a responsible adult, she reminds himself.

“Sure, yeah.” She says.


They decide to both pick Alec up from his first day of school. He comes racing out with the largest smile she’s ever seen, and leaps right into his father’s arms. Percy lifts him right off the ground with ease, tossing him slightly up in the air before catching him. Alec giggles loudly.

“Daddy, let me down! I’m six now!” He wrestles against Percy’s grip until he’s back on his feet.

“How was school, Big Guy?” Percy holds out his hand for the boy to take.

“It was fun.” He shrugs, offering no more information. The two of them head back to the car, and Annabeth stays back to watch them for a moment.

Percy’s back on the team, and he’s been really busy the entire season. He even says that he plays better now than he used to. Alec’s started first grade- he goes to school. Two years ago, both of her boys were dependent on her, and now, they’re going off to school and to play the Celtics.

They’re both waving for her to catch up, and when she does, Percy wraps his arm around her waist and Alec holds her hand, and she realizes just how dependent she is on them. She scoops up her son so she can smother him in kisses, and feels Percy’s laughter against her shoulder.

She understands now how family really works-

They all need each other, and nobody lets anyone down.

Coffee Break, a Percabeth Coffee Shop AU

Annabeth wrapped Piper’s muffin in some tissues carefully as she spoke. “Well…” Annabeth paused, as if wondering for a second whether to open up. “I… I have a crush on someone. But I’m not sure if he likes me. I think he does… but he hasn’t said anything, or even done anything. 

(Part 2 of my gift: accompanying aesthetic to my @pjosecretsanta2016 Percabeth fic for @wiserthanyourgirl!)