punk percy and girly annabeth

Punk!Percy Girly!Annabeth

Okay just a little one. Percy cussing all the time. Like if the sun was in his eyes, or someone looked at him wrong, or just any and all inconveniences. Him cussing like a sailor. So then you have Annabeth who doesn’t even say hell or damn. So when they start going out Annabeth really cracks down on Percy’s foul language and doesn’t like it when he slips. Percy trying his hardest not to cuss, but instead of saying the generic alternative cuss words like friggin, crap, darn or heck he makes up his own on the spot. Him yelling at the top of lungs “Son of a bed post” “Holy Mother of blue teddy bears” then him just making up words that make no sense at all like (my personal alternative cuss words) “Schiznuts” “Crabnuggets” “Fudge muffins” Percy doing this because he loves Annabeth’s smile and laugh when she hears his alternative cuss words that make no sense at all. 

Property of Percy Jackson [fic]

This fic is dedicated to @lililibird for some reason that I cannot remember (I’m guessing it’s bc you’re hella awesome, Lili) so I hope that you guys enjoy the punk!Percy and girly!Annabeth here. I also wanna thank Lili for being an incredible beta and friend to me. Don’t know what I would do without you, bruh <3

Come let me know what you think, and I hope you guys have a wonderful day!


Annabeth can remember every single time that she’s had to hold Percy’s hand as he gets his knuckles stitched back up from punching someone or when she’s had to hold a pack of ice to a black eye that he got for insulting someone at their high school or even that one time that she had to drag him out of the road after he had a skateboarding accident, and he was a lot heavier than he looked, okay?

 So it’s kind of funny to see Percy scowling and frowning and pacing around her small bed in the Emergency Room.

 “Hey,” she says softly, trying to make her voice sound like she was in less pain so he wouldn’t panic. “You can go home. I’m fine.”

He turns his scowl to her. “I’m not leaving you here.”

She shrugs then, looking back up at the wall and biting her lip.

Annabeth was at practice earlier today—Track, even though she wasn’t that good, it looked great on her resumes—when she tripped over one of the hurdles. She could usually clear them without a problem, but she had been thinking about her history paper and her foot got caught on it. She threw her hands out in front of her, which probably saved her face, but her wrist had cracked and bent to a strange angle.

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Like Real People Do

For Jane. Happy Birthday, my buddy, my pal. You wonderful human bean, thank you for existing.

This is a continuation of the florist!Annabeth rockstar!percy verse which a few people had requested

Annabeth smoothed down the front of her striped dress, analysing herself in the dusty mirror in the back of the shop. It was too late to change now, as she’d agreed for Percy to pick her up from here and not her apartment, but she couldn’t help fretting over the details of her outfit.

She couldn’t help remembering that Percy was a famous rockstar and she was the owner of a small and insignificant flower shop. Couldn’t help remembering that he had toured the world and she had never gone outside of Long Island.

The bell out front chimed and Annabeth stole one last critical look in the warped mirror, sighing, before ducking out of the back room. Percy was gently closing the front door when she emerged. He looked far tidier than the last time she had seen him, three days ago in this very shop. He wore a white shirt (sleeves stuffed up over his elbows) with a stick slim cobalt tie (fastened in a way which looked both hasty and careless at once), skinny black jeans (holes leaving his scarred knees on show) and converses (blue laces on the left, pink on the right).

He looked hot.

Stupidly so.

“Hi,” she said, breathier than she would have liked.

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Airplanes and College Plans

Heyo! So as yall know by now I deleted my blog. (whoops) and all my fics with it. So here’s me reposting them. 
(this fic was a struggle to find rip)

Percy hated flying. He had been on a plane one other time in his life and he was certain the turbulence alone would kill him. He tried to avoid flying as much as he could. He was petrified of flying, but he didn’t have much of a choice this time around. He was going to college. The thought almost made him laugh. Percy Jackson had gotten into college. He’d worked hard for this, for Sally. He needed the scholarship, he’d never worked this hard for anything. He took a deep breath as he stuffed his bag into the overhead, before sitting down beside the blonde girl whose nose was buried in a book. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Hey.” The girl didn’t look up. Percy sighed, and tapped her shoulder. She looked up, frowning. “I’m sorry, did you say something?” Percy froze. She was beautiful. Her eyes were grey and held determination, the freckles dotted across her nose may be Percy’s new favorite thing. “Hey?” She interrupted his thoughts, and Percy grinned.

“Sorry. Hi. I’m Percy.” She smiled softly and Percy’s heart melted.


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punk!Percy and girly!Annabeth are way more important than my homework okay

So because of the recent blow up with punk!Percy and girly!Annabeth caused by @bananannabeth and @lililibird I wrote a little fic 

i. the first date

Percy’s hands are sweaty, and he’s scowling angrily because the wind keeps ruffling his hair and it took him forever to even kind of make it lay down straight and this is not how things are supposed to start out.

He thinks about the probability of Annabeth wearing a dress tonight. He wonders if he should really be upset about the wind at all.

He’s picking Annabeth up at her house for their date tonight. They’ve been distant friends for a while, but since Percy started sitting next to her in their Biology class at school, he’s decided that he can’t stand just being friends with her. It was an accident when he asked her out. The question had just flown out of his mouth yesterday when she had been talking about her English paper as he walked her to her car. She had stopped and stared at him for a few seconds before smiling and telling him to pick her up at seven.

He’s also driving his mom’s car just because he doesn’t want Annabeth on his motorcycle. Even though he drives it, it’s fucking dangerous, and he’ll be damned before he lets Annabeth get hurt.

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First Kiss (Punks Do Not Blush)

Hey guys! Quick note before the au, I just wanted to tell you guys that I created this au to celebrate my 50 60 followers (I know, I’m late), and by the way, I thank every single person who has liked, reblogged, or followed me. This is also an entry for pjoweeks, but that’s a sidenote.

I was inspired to write this au when I watched First Kiss on youtube again, and I then got the idea to create this, so go watch the video if you like (Also, I didn’t participate in any way in the video so sorry if I have some details incorrect). Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

(Featuring Punk!Percy and Girly! Annabeth because I couldn’t resist it.)

Percy waited in line impatiently for the directors to call him. He was tapping his foot, glancing around at everyone in the waiting room who were also waiting for the directors to call them.

They all looked surprisingly calm, which slightly irritated Percy quite a bit because they were going to kiss a stranger. Sure, Percy has had his fair share of kisses before, but they were all with girls he knew. Did he mention that they were going to kiss a fucking stranger?

Someone that must’ve been important went inside the waiting room and called on two names, and Percy was suddenly aware that they had called him after the second time they repeated his name.

Percy got up, very nervous, and saw the person he was supposed to be kissing in two minutes. Percy swore that his breath caught. The person he was supposed to be kissing was wearing cream color heels, a floral skirt that exposed her long, tan, legs and a white tank top that exposed part of her back. She had long, blonde hair with princess curls, grey, stormy eyes and some make up on.

In short, she was drop-dead gorgeous.

The person who had called them started rushed them inside the studio, informing them on what they were supposed to do. “Alright, kids. What you need to do is give each other’s names, compliment each other, and kiss. That simple.” The man was in his mid thirties and had a harsh, Boston accent.

They passed a couple who were speaking, apparently they had just got off set. The man who was guiding them pushed them on a set, filled with cameras. “Go stand in the spotlight.”

Percy stared at the guy who had ushered them, wondering why he was being so rude. “Hey, it’s not necessary to be so rude, you know.” Percy commented, preparing himself for a fight, just in case.

The man who had guided him flared his nostrils, “You know-”

“Ted,” Interrupted the director. She was sitting on a typical directors chair, and had blonde hair. “Leave them be,”

The director flashed him a quick smile of apology. “I’m sorry for his rude actions, but we’re running late on time, so could you two go stand in the spotlight, please?”

Percy tilted his head, confused. He glanced next to him and realized that the girl had stood next to him, during his argument with the Ted. Percy could see her face more clearly, and he swore he was going to drool soon if she kept on being so beautiful.

She caught him staring at her, and smirked at him. Percy did not blush, nope. punks don’t blush.

She sashayed to the spotlight, and Percy quickly remembered that he was supposed kiss this stunning human being. He gulped and raised his hands to his mouth and smelled his breath. Good thing that Percy ate a mint before this.

He walked over to the spotlight, making sure that his stride was calm and not showing how nervous he was. He stood in the spotlight, waiting for the cameraman to tell them when to start.

The camera started counting, “5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” He mouthed the last two numbers.

Immediately, the girl stretched out her hand. “I’m Annabeth.”

He took her hands in his and shook it, “Percy.” He realized he was still shaking her hand, for a bit too long and quickly shoved it in his pocket.

“You’re beautiful.” The words fell out of Percy’s mouth before he could stop them. He almost blushed again, but he (thankfully) forced himself not to.

She raised an eyebrow. “Straight forward, aren’t you?”

Percy started to rub his neck, “Only with you.” Goddamn his mouth and his emotions.

He saw a blush steadily rise to her cheeks, which was so adorable and oh my god she’s just this little human being and wait is he fangirling?

“I like your lip ring,” She commented, looking at his lips, or more specifically, his silver lip ring.

“Thanks.” He will not allow himself to blush around her, which is taking a lot of effort.

“So, what do you do for a living?” She seemed genuinely interested in his daily life, which was a change because the only people in his life who actually cared about that were his bandmates and his parents.

“I’m in a band, but other than that I’m in NYU majoring in Marine Biology.”

She stared at me incredulously. “Seriously? I’m in NYU too. I’m majoring in architecture.”

Percy smirked at Annabeth. “What a coincidence.” He shifted his weight to his left foot, knowing that they were stalling.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He turned to the director to ask her his question.  “So uh, when do we-” 

He was interrupted by Annabeth harshly pulling his belt loops in an effort to bring him to closer to her, then she tilted her head and closed her eyes and smashed her lips against his. He made a surprised noise against her mouth, his eyes still open wide. He calmed down quickly knowing that he was supposed to be kissing this magnificent person, so he closed his eyes, started kissing her back, and lifted his hand to her cheek to caress it.

It was the best kiss he ever had. It was passionate but slow, genuine and fireworks inducing. He could taste the strawberry lipgloss she had on her lips and somehow that made it all more amazing, if you could make the most breathtaking kiss he’d ever had more amazing. 

After an unknown amount of time afterwards, they pulled away (sadly, Percy thought). Percy told himself, Punks Do Not Blush.

He later might’ve gotten her number written on his forearm.

Week 5, Option 1 and Day 1. (Percabeth)

Make My Wish Come True [fic]

Hey, guys! I just want to wish all of you happy holidays! I hope you have tons of fun, and here’s you a punk!Percy and girly!Annabeth one shot to make it just a bit better! This is the “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside” Percabeth AU

Come talk to me and let me know how your holidays are going! I would love to hear about them xoxo


Annabeth had decided not to go back to San Francisco this year for the holidays because of money and work. She also didn’t mind that much because she didn’t really get along with her stepmother, and even though she wouldn’t get to see her dad this year, she couldn’t make herself feel bad about it.

She was spending Christmas with her friends, and she was more excited about it than she had been for the holiday in years.

Since her mom died when she was younger, Annabeth never had another real Christmas. Her dad was just too sad, and then he met his new wife and she brought along her family and kids and it was just—too much for Annabeth. She missed waking up with her mom and dad and opening presents and then watching Harry Potter all day long while playing with her new toys and gifts.

It was Christmas Eve today, and Annabeth was curled up on her couch underneath her comforter, eating popcorn and candy canes and watching the first Harry Potter movie. She had done some work earlier this morning, planning for some of the designs for her firm and the meeting after the first of the year, but now she was trying to get into the “Christmas spirit.”

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#hc that adult!Piper wears nail polish with no clear coat and filing bc she’s lazy and it chips always (via @lililibird)

just another thing about her annabeth dislikes, because how can she stand walking around with a half-destroyed manicure like that? what’s the point of even doing it if you’re not going to do it properly?

imagine percy commenting that his nails look better with the polish than piper’s and her not really caring until jason peers over and nods his head in surprised agreement.

A punk!girly! percabeth aesthetic for @lililibird ‘s amazing au and all the  creations spawned from it. I live in the tag tbh.

Also, I’m opening up requests for edits similar to this one ( a charachter, ship etc, will be a little neater tho I made this while half-awake but I’m still really enjoying making these)