“I needed a drink of water after my shower but I forgot that I opened the blinds to my balcony and you just saw me walk into my kitchen naked.”
because this needed to be done
* * *
Percy kind of loved living alone. It gave him all sorts of freedom. He could get home from work and order take-out three nights in a row and no one would judge him. He could sit in his pyjamas all day and play video games on his day off without someone nagging at him to get off his lazy ass. He could walk around the apartment butt naked and be reassured that he was the only person with a key.
This was precisely his train of thought one Saturday when he stepped out of the shower and realised he had neglected to grab a towel before going into the bathroom. With a heavy sigh, he shook his hair out and opened the bathroom door. Steam billowed out with him, clinging to his skin as he crossed the room and dissipating in the cool air of his apartment.
Instead of heading straight for his bedroom, PErcy took a detour to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and turn the coffee machine on. He stretched his arms above his head, linking his fingers together and groaning. His body ached from a long week of shifts at the fire station. Percy loved his job, even the saving-kittens-from-trees and giving-talks-to-middle-schoolers parts, but he sure did miss having regular weekends; this had to be his first one in at least a month.
He padded into the kitchen and pulled a glass from the cupboard and turns the tap on to fill it up with water. The sink was underneath a window which looked out across the street and gave him a view of the block of apartments directly opposite. That was the thing with Manhattan, Percy saw his neighbours all the time - all crammed on top of one another like they were - but he never spoke to them.
One particular neighbour Percy wished he could speak to was the girl who lived across the street from him. He often saw her curled up on the window seat with a book in her hands, eyes trained sharply on the page, hair draped over one shoulder or pulled up into a sloppy bun. More than once, they’d made eye contact and tipped their coffee mugs awkwardly at one another. But other than that, Percy hadn’t had any contact with her. They weren’t in the same building to bump into each other in the elevator or picking up their mail.
As Percy looked up through the window this morning, hoping to see her, and he was met with exactly that. She was standing at her window with a mug of coffee and one hand over her mouth, those sharp eyes of hers drawn wide in shock and oh god.
Oh fuck. No, please no.
Blood rushed to Percy’s cheeks as he registered what he’d done. Before his shower, he’d opened the blinds of his glass balcony doors and he’d just walked across his apartment to his kitchen, passing that window and fuck. She’d have seen… everything.
Help me I just want some punk! Percy taking care of a sick preppy annabeth and some fluff please help im in desperate need
have some fluff for your needs
Annabeth is not one to complain. She’d rather suffer in
silence to her death than let someone think she can’t cope. She will walk in
the line of fire with a head cold and will drag herself up the side of a
mountain with a broken ankle. Annabeth Chase is hard core, and stubborn, and refuses
to give up.
All of which are equally admirable and frustrating qualities
to someone who cares about her.
There’s a pep rally bonfire next week for which she has to
organise balloons and banners and a damn bonfire to burn to rally a bunch of
“You’re gonna kill yourself over this,” Percy complains for
what has to be the hundredth time.
Annabeth shuts her locker with a slam and glares at him. “I’m
fine,” she protests, most unconvincingly, he might add, with a blocked nose and
sore throat rasping her voice.
“You look like death,” he tells her as they start walking
down the hall.
Which was a lie, because Annabeth rarely looks far from
perfect. Even with a puffy red nose and chapped lips, she still looks like the
model student. Her hair falls in pretty gold ringlets down her back, her jeans,
purple blouse, and grey blazer are un-creased even after a whole day at school.
She does a great job of making Percy look even scruffier, which is completely
unnecessary as Percy can do that well enough on his own.
“Thanks so much,” she mutters.
“Here.” Percy holds out his hands to take her bag and books
and she hands them over without protest. “Seriously, Annabeth. Someone else can
take over for one freaking pep rally, you don’t have to do everything alone.”
He holds the door open for her and she walks outside. In January,
their school campus is tipped with frost, the only trees still with leaves on are the tall snow covered pines. Percy’s bomber jacket keeps most of the cold
out but Annabeth shiveres against it, he adjusts her books under his arm and wraps the other one around her shoulders.
“See, this is why you got ill in the first place,” he says.
Annabeth elbows him. “You’re
why I got sick! You infected me!”
“we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you” AU Percabeth
They’ve been in the closet for three minutes now, sitting on the floor with their backs to the door and their shoulders pressed together. Annabeth lets out a long yawn and drops her head to his shoulder.
“D’you recon they actually think we’re making out?” Percy asks her.
“Nah,” she mutters, “who would believe that? I’m like your sister.”
A pause, then, “Yeah.”
Annabeth lifts her head from his shoulder and squints at him in the darkness. “What?”
Annabeth swivels round until she is sitting in front of him and pulls out her phone. She directs the screen at his face so she can see his expression. His cheeks are pink, his dark eyebrows are furrowed over his green eyes and his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth.
“You hesitated,” she says.
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.”
He sighs, pushing her phone away from his face. “Did not.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “You don’t see me as your sister, do you?”
She can no longer see his face but his fingers brush her knuckles. Annabeth turns her hand over and wraps it around his. “Percy,” she says softly.
“No. I don’t.”
Annabeth takes in a breath, gulps it down deep and makes a decision. Because she is in a closet with her best friend of fifteen years and she has never seen him as her brother. She leans forward until her nose brushes his and hears his breath stutter in.
“Neither do I,” she whispers, and presses her lips to his.
"Wait. How does someone just casually misplace a baby?"
Piper rubbed her face tiredly. “Maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase it.”
Jason crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. “Maybe it wasn’t. When did you last see her?”
Piper threw her hands up in the air. “She was right there! She was playing with me on the rug and my phone went off so I looked up for like, a second, I swear and when I looked back she was just gone. How was she gone? How is that possible?” She tugged at her hair. “Oh god, Annabeth is gonna kill me. they’re never going to trust me with their child again.”
She felt Jason’s hands settle on her shoulders and despite the added weight, his comfort lifted some of her worry. Some of it.
“Calm down, Pipes. It’s gonna be okay.” His thumbs rubbed a pattern against the material of her sweater. She looked up at him seeing sincerity on his eyes. “Annabeth could never hate you. Our apartment is not that big, we’ll find her. How many places can a baby go?”
She scoffed. “This is the child of Annabeth and Percy Jackson, I wouldn’t bet on anything.”
His expressed wavered and then blanked into panic as the sound of pipes bursting filled the silence of the apartment.
Do you have any fic recs for post-Tartarus Percy or maybe PTSD/troubled/dark!Percy? PS what's your mobile screen header pic
how about an actual fic written by me (i know, pigs are flying) and if you mean the current one (this is an old ask) it’s from Sense8
They were in a club, which was rare for them as they
weren’t exactly party-goers. But there was a band playing that Percy liked and
they hadn’t been out together for too long what with homework and extra classes
and college applications. Annabeth knew she was running herself into the
ground, and it took Percy reminding her that they hadn’t spent any time alone
together without a study book present for two months for her to realise that
she needed some time off. Even if it was just one Saturday night in a club with
sticky floors and non-alcoholic beers which tasted like dirt.
They were standing near the back of the
crowd, not overly eager to elbow their way into the group of teenagers before
them. Annabeth leaned back against Percy’s shoulder as they stood, feeling
content as the music washed over her. She wasn’t the biggest music fan, that
was Percy, but she could appreciate the band well enough. In truth, she was
just happy to be spending time with him.
Percy’s breath tickled her ear. “You
okay? You’re not too tired?”
She laughed softly and turned her head
so he could hear her response. “I’m good.”
His hand squeezed her waist and he took
a sip of his drink, wincing shortly after. “Man, that’s bad. I’m gonna get some
water. You want some?”
He nodded, and glanced over the crowd
with a frown. “You gonna be okay?”
Annabeth rolled her eyes and shoved his
chest lightly. “Rein in the chivalry a little, please. And do remember that I
am perfectly capable of—”
“Of kicking everyone’s ass in this
room, yeah,” he finished for her, nodding and rolling his eyes just a little.
“I was going to say, standing up for
myself. But that’s also true.”
Percy stared at her, eyebrows raised
slightly at her rueful smile until his mouth quirked up too. “Alright. Two
waters coming up.”
okay you wont read this until morning now because you’re a normal human who goes to bed at a human time but HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY, LOTTIE!!! We’ve been friends for over two years now which is insane and I am so grateful for your terrible humour and general loveliness. hope you had an awesome day, hon xx
(shoutout to Rachel for being a trooper and cheerleading me through this)
The classroom was too warm. Percy’s eyelids drooped heavily as he stared at the screen at the front of class. His knuckles pressed into his cheek as he propped his head up with his elbow on the desk and tried his best to stay awake but, god, Mr Harries knew how to make the stages of mitosis the most boring thing on the planet. It was a shame, because Percy usually loved biology, at least he enjoyed the classes a lot more when Dr Steinberg taught it, but she had to go and get pregnant and leave her class of Juniors with a man who could make bungee jumping sound like a dull experience.
It was a good thing Percy took AP Biology to make up for the mind-numbing quality of this class. But then again, perhaps it was less the class and its teacher, and more him; it took a great deal to keep him focused in class. When he was twelve years old, he was formally diagnosed with ADHD, something his mother still referred to as “an active mind” but he’d noticed the exhausted look of relief on her face when she was given a name for what her son was dealing with, so they might know how to tackle it better.
Percy had always tried to be a good kid, but he was aware of the strain he’d caused on his mother’s life. Bringing up a hyperactive child alone while working two shitty jobs can’t have been an easy thing to do. Sally Jackson, as far as Percy was concerned, was the best woman in the world, and deserved a far better deal than what she’d been given. She had caught a break recently, when she started dating Paul Blofis. And while Percy was appropriately mortified by the knowledge that his mom was dating his English teacher, he knew the guy made her happy so he couldn’t really object all that much.
When the bell finally rang for the end of class, Percy paid attention to Mr Harries long enough to note down their homework. He had his bag on his shoulders and was standing next to Grover’s desk as his friend hastened to shove his books into his bag and pick his crutches up.
“Where’s the fire?” Percy asked as Grover all but ran for the door, swinging wildly on his crutches.
Grover looked over his shoulder. “Enchilada day in the cafeteria, bro.”
Percy’s head fell back as he groaned dramatically. “Dude, I’m not running to the caf–”