#annabeth chase fanfic

[imaginmatrix]

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

fan fic, completed

art by @windbyfire

Her head jerked up, eyes narrowing, only to be met with a pair of the most startling sea green eyes she’d ever seen. The nose between them looked like it had been carved from marble, the lips beneath that were perfectly shaped, full. He was tanned, topped with a mop of wavy black hair, and he looked like a Greek god on earth; Annabeth would know. She was the resident expert on Greek gods. It only took a second for these thoughts to cross her mind before she realized he’d said something to her with a smile and she blinked, “What?”

percabeth / professors au / enemies with benefits / rated e

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[burrito-fight]

dating annabeth chase would include...

annabeth chase x gn!reader || requested by: @elliesbiggestfan

getting lost in her voice. she could be talking about the most boring and complicated thing in the world, but her voice would captivate you. whether you understood nothing, or everything, of what she said, you'd fall in love all over again just listening to her speak

watching old movies together. annabeth loved old movies, having watched many with her dad when she was younger. when you saw how happy it made her, the two of you began a notebook filled with the names off all the old movies you two could find, and began a mission to watch them all. together

kissing her nose to make her blush. annabeth was considered pretty put-together, but on those days when she did something wrong, you couldn't help but laugh and press a quick kiss to her nose. it never failed to make her flustered

racing all the time, to everything. it began as a bet to see who could make it up the rock climbing wall first, but escalated quickly. it wasn't uncommon for the campers to see you two rushing past the other on the way to breakfast

nature hikes. annabeth loved architecture, but you taught her to love nature as well. taking her on hikes around the world, you were the one who showed her the beauty in the world around her

museum tours. you taught annabeth to love nature, and she instilled her passion for history in you. you explored museums together, entering the guided tours, only to run away and finish the experience on your own

braiding her hair. annabeth never cared much to braid her hair in fancy styles, usually throwing it in a ponytail or a bun if she had to. after lots of pleading, she finally let you experiment different braids and styles in her hair. she'd never admit it, but she liked how pretty they made her feel

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[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

Mum, we’re having a baby

Percabeth telling Sally that Annabeth is pregnant.

Annabeth sighed as she put on her coat and pulled her hair into a high ponytail. She was getting nervous about how her parents-in-law were going to take their news. “It’s going to be fine, right?” she asked her husband.

“Of course. It’s my mum, Paul and Estelle. They’ll be happy for us. And we’ll have a full-time babysitter.” Percy replied.

“I’m serious,” Annabeth said trying to hide her smile.

Deep down, she knew that Sally would be very happy, but she was preparing herself in case that wouldn’t happen. But she would never be ready to disappoint Sally. The closest motherly figure she had in her life.

“So am I.” Percy got closer and kissed her.

Annabeth crossed her arms and arched her eyebrow. “I’m a hormonal mess and you’re making jokes. I’ll tell your mom on you.” She complained. In the past few weeks, she started noticing her body changing, which wasn’t something she was a big fan of.

Percy gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.” Annabeth threatened with a big smile on her face.

He guided her to their couch and sat across from her. “Okay. Here’s how it’s going to go. We’re going to tell them that we’re having twins, we’ll cry and reminisce about the old times when we were just eleven and then we’ll eat dessert. Simple. And we’re doing this together. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Alright. But I’m still nervous.”

“Everything is going to be fine.”

The family lunch went like every other Sunday lunch. They talked and laughed and ate a delicious meal. After they finished eating, Annabeth was ready to share their news. “We have something important to tell you,” Percy said and looked at her.

“I’m pregnant,” Annabeth announced smiling.

Sally took a moment to soak in the news. She started smiling. “Really?”

“Yes.” Percy couldn’t take his eyes off Annabeth.

She got up and hugged them both. “I’m so proud of you. You both deserve this.” She said. Annabeth knew that she really meant it.

Paul was also smiling from his seat looking happy about the new family member. He gave both of them a warm look that elevated all of Annabeth’s stress.

“What do you think ‘Stelle?” Percy asked his little sister.

“Can I name it?” Estelle grinned.

“About that.” Percy sat straighter and took a deep breath. “We’re having twins.” He added. “Mum, are you crying?”

“No, it’s just allergies.” Sally sniffed and looked at them adoringly.

“Mum!” Estelle sighed as she couldn’t understand why her mum was so sentimental.

“I’m just really happy.” She exclaimed. “I remember you,” she motioned at Percy, “coming home from Camp and not being able to stop talking about Annabeth. And now you’re married and about to have twin babies. I never thought I’d make it this far.” Percy hugged his mum.

Annabeth knew that Sally’s life wasn’t any easier than theirs. She admired her mother-in-law greatly because of that. She had to witness her parents and uncle dying, her college aspirations leaving her in the first eighteen years of her life. Then she was a single mother in her 20s and stayed in an abusive relationship for over a decade. But despite everything she managed to raise Percy without anyone’s help and achieve her dream of becoming a writer.

Sally put her hand on Annabeth’s shoulder. “You’re going to be great parents. The greatest. Your children will be lucky to have you.”

“Can I still name them?” Estelle asked again.

“Tell us your suggestions and we’ll think about it,” Percy told her.

“I can work with that.” She smiled.

Sally pressed her hands together. “Now it’s time for dessert.”

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[theslay3d]

Braiding your hair

Piper McLean x Child of Athena!reader

Gender:Gender neutral

warnings:none but reader is mentioned to have long hair 

word count:551

A/N not me saying I’ll not write anymore today after the Leo one yet also me writing this. 

God’s your hair would not get out of your face. It was so hot at camp and the wind was blowing so hard and your long layers would not get out of your face. So there you were sitting on a bench near the lake while pushing your hair back over and over just trying to read a book.

You had dyslexia like most demigods so reading was already hard so you were getting frustrated with both your hair and the book. You knew you should have grabbed that hair tie from your sibling Annabeth earlier but nooo you thought everything would be fine.

You didn't notice that Piper had been standing behind you staring at you for the past five minutes and saw you getting frustrated with your hair. “Hey do you need a hair tie?” Piper asked from behind you. You jumped a little and turned your head to her direction.

“Oh yeah sure” You replied back as a flush came to your cheeks. You see you've been crushing on Piper for a little bit now but didn't know if she liked you back. “Lets go to your cabin? It's too windy to put your hair up out here” Piper said as she walked forward and grabbed your hand to drag you to your cabin.

“She looked so pretty today” you thought to yourself while staring at her. Her hair was in a braid that was coming loose and she had on a camp shirt with some shorts. She also had a few bracelets on and a bracelet on her ankle. “ God’s she's the prettiest girl i've ever seen” You said to yourself as she kept dragging you to the Athena cabin.

You finally made it to the door and she opened it and walked inside. She found your bed and sat on it while beckoning you over. You thought she was just gonna give you a hair tie until you sat down and she started brushing her hands through your hair.

“W-what are you doing?” You stuttered out as she continued brushing through your hair. “I’m gonna braid your hair if that's ok?” She asked as she stopped brushing through your hair “Oh yeah that's fine” You said a little to quickly wanting the feeling of her hands back in your hair. “Alright” She said with a smile in her voice

She started to run her hands through your hair again and slowly separated your hair into three equal pieces. She started braiding your hair while softly humming a song you couldn't recognize. “Your hair is so long and soft” Piper whispered after a few minutes as she finished off the braid. “Thank you” You murmured back as you turned around to look at her.

Her kaleidoscope eyes stared into yours as she slowly started to lean in. Her hand went to your jaw and slowly slid to your hair as her lips connected to yours. You reciprocated the kiss back it lasted for a few seconds before you guys broke apart. Piper laughed a little as she saw she messed up your hair making the braid loose.

“Looks like i have to redo it” Piper laughed out while leaving a little kiss on your nose. “Looks like it” You hummed back in reply while kissing her cheek.

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[stanning-reyna]

Percy didn’t bother with the handle, instead throwing himself into the door as he ran. He didn’t bother replying to the greetings in the lobby or the many questions thrown at him as he plowed through the building. He didn’t bother waiting for someone to tell him where Annabeth was, he ran down the hallway and checked every room. She was in the last one on the left.

Relief spread through him when he saw her laid on the bed. 

But then his stomach dropped.

All he had to do was take one look at the room to know. Will was standing against the wall, not at the bedside treating her. Connor was sitting in a chair, a rarity for a son of Hermes who always seemed to bounce off the walls. Annabeth didn’t respond to his arrival, not even by looking up at him.

“I thought there was time to get her back here,” Will said, eyes trying their best to find Percy’s. “The knife didn’t look like it had been poisoned. She should have been fine till we could patch her up properly here.”

The boy was a doctor explaining a tragedy to an unsuspecting loved one. Percy had seen it on television, on those dramas always playing that pulled on your heartstrings even if you insisted you weren’t really watching. This was just like that, from Will’s sympathetic but professional tone to the silence in the background to the impending doom he’d felt since the injury happened. Except this was no tv episode, it was real.

“Can I have a moment with her, alone?” Percy asked. He hated that he sounded like he was about to cry. That’s always exactly how it went on tv, the person warbling out a sentence before they broke down in tears.

Connor started to speak up but Will shushed him and hurried the two of them out of the room. As the door slammed, Percy made his way towards her.

He looked at Annabeth. Really looked. There was so much to see. Good things, like the nic in her eyebrow that held a warm memory of getting hurt messing around together with an ax last summer. Bad things, like the blood crusted under her nails from the battle that raged on outside. 

And then some things that Percy couldn’t distinguish as good or bad because he’d never seen them on her before. Like how her freckles stood out more, maybe because the rest of her skin was paler than usual. And how her lips hung open in a totally useless shape that he was sure Annabeth would never put them in because it served no purpose. 

And above all, he saw that she was dead. Plain, old fashioned passed-away.

No, a voice inside of him said. If she was alive just minutes ago on the bridge, she has to be alive now. 

He checked along her neck for a pulse, but felt nothing. 

She has to be alive.

Percy focused harder on what he felt under his fingers. Her heartbeat was weak and he’d have to work hard to find it, that was it. Closing his eyes, he imagined blood flowing through her veins to a steady lub-dub where his hand lay. 

Nothing.

He kept focusing.

Then he heard it. Faint, but there. By a few minutes later it had grown stronger. Percy let out a quiet laugh, relief filling him. Of course Annabeth wasn’t dead.

He finally removed his fingers from her pulse and leaned back to look at her face, which remained unmoving. Gently, he reached towards her cheek. As his thumb brushed against her cool skin, her eyes shot open. 

“What the f- fudge” 

Percy whipped around to see Conner standing in the doorway, watching them. His eyes were the size of a golf ball as he looked at Annabeth. 

“How did you do that?” Conner asked, frozen in place.

Annabeth groaned and Percy drew his attention back to her, asking her what’s wrong. Her eyes darted across the room, landing on Percy, but she said nothing back.

“Go get Will,” he ordered Conner. The boy scurried away down the hall.

. . .

The war was over. Kronos was dead, along with Luke. Annabeth was recovering just fine from her shoulder injury. Chiron had demanded a meeting with Percy in the Big House, of all ways to celebrate their success. Grudgingly, Percy obliged.

“Please don’t tell me there’s another prophecy that I’m actually the child of this time?” he asked as Chiron handed him a ginger ale. 

The centaur looked down at the table, a worryingly serious look on his face.

“Percy,” he began. “You need to understand this. Annabeth was killed in battle.”

Percy didn’t know what to say. Was Chiron okay? Was he okay? Was he hallucinating?

“Will told me that when you arrived at the hotel, she had already been gone for 20 minutes. But you brought her back. I haven’t seen a child of Poseidon with that great of control in centuries, but here you are.”

Percy wanted to laugh in his face, but that would probably come off as rude. Brought her back? Last time he checked, resurrecting from the grave wasn’t included in Poseidon’s domain of the ocean. Chiron spoke up again before he could mention this.

“I suppose you’re confused. When you found Annabeth, your powers honed in on her blood. Controlled it like they would any water. And when you wanted her blood to pump through her veins again, it did."

He'd... controlled her blood? The thought unsettled him. But as long as Annabeth was here, she could help him figure these powers out, and he'd be fine.

#i didn't edit before i posted woohoo #i've had this idea for a while and love it so much #percyjackson #heroes of olympus #pjo #hoo fandom #percy jackson #hoo series #pjo fandom #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo fanfic #percy jackson fanfic #percabeth fanfic #annabeth chase fanfic #bloodbending

[theurgencyofnow]

august 3rd, SOPHOMORE YEAR

dear diary,

diary? god, that sounds so stupid. but what else am i supposed to call you? journal? sacred secret keeper? the oracle?

am i supposed to give you a name? john? mia? jerald?

no. i can't call you jerald. that reminds me too much of gerard way (thanks, thalia.)

i actually feel 12 right now. diaries are for prepubescent girls who want to talk about boys and nail polish and hair and all the other stuff i find completely boring.

i'm supposed to talk about my feelings, i guess, and when i think about the Incident (which is what dad and helen are addressing it as, so they don't have to talk about it, surprise surprise), and leaving mom, and luke, i guess. but i don't want to. i don't need to. no matter what anyone says.

it's not as if i can write anything serious in here anyway - as soon as helen and dad find out that mrs. j (my therapist) gave me one they're just gonna rifle through the whole thing anyway. exploit my secrets, reveal things better left unsaid, etc., etc.

anyway. school starts in a couple of weeks. i'm going to a new one, since we moved, called goode. it doesn't seem completely terrible, but i doubt it'll be as good as mary mae was. i miss my friends. i miss thalia. i miss my dog. most of all, i miss luke, though i'll never say it aloud.

(YOU SEE THAT, HELEN? I. MISS. HIM.)

besides, i know the whole new kid routine. it's not a very big high school and i'm not looking forward to the whole 'welcome and please tell us your name and grade and where you came from and what you did over the summer' thing. it feels so stupid. like, we're not in fifth grade, y'know? and everyone here has new york accents and even though it makes sense, they don't make sense. i can hardly understand them! and you just know they're making fun of me for my virginia one. they think southerners are jokes.

(well. they kind of are, but still.)

i'm not looking forward to it. i feel really homesick now. i think i'm gonna drown my feelings in a pumpkin latte and phoebe bridgers and by reading the course guide for this school.

i guess i'll talk to you later? i'm not sure how often i'm supposed to be writing in this, but. whatever. i guess i'll find out.

later, i suppose.

annabeth.

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[wishingformoredogs]

I will not be silenced.

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[desmemoriad-a]

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[sunsburns]

tweets with pjo characters (au)

content summary: implied luke x reader cause... well duh, swearing! percabeth <3 grover being a cutie pie, these were made to fuel my hyperfixation, bad jokes sorry but i make myself laugh sometimes, don't look at the likes and stuff lmao i gave up on that shit, i made these instead of studying for my exams lol

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[demigods-posts]

all that i need is for percabeth to be in a situation where the only way they can make it out alive is if one of them can win over a group of monsters by telling a captivating and convincing love story. and it's just annabeth very dramatically and humorously reciting the first five books of the pjo series from her perspective. and the monsters are just eating it tf up. and percy's just facepalming so hard.

#annabeth: so then...i kissed him! 😤 #*monsters cheering* #annabeth: and then i had to hear him be burned alive and mourn him for two weeks 😫 #*monsters sreaming and crying* #annabeth: only for him to.crash his own funeral and reveal he was stranded on an island with a different girl😡 #*monsters boo-ing and cussing percy out* #it's almost identical to that scene in frozen 2 when olaf retells the first movie to the group of people #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo headcanon #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth headcanon #percabeth fluff #percabeth fanfic #percabeth textposts

[goddessofwisdom-7]

I Gotcha.

Luke Castellan x daughter of Apollo!reader

Description: three times you promised Luke that you got him. The two times he struggled to believe and finally when he did.

A/N: the gif is not mine, credits to the owner.

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The days spent at camp immediately after his failed quest were arguably the worst of Luke's entire life.

He had to drag himself back home with a burnt chunk of an apple, a dragon tooth and half his face destroyed.

You had nursed him back to health. Spending three days straight in the infirmary. The solo quest was a bad idea and you had known it. Luke had gone alone in some sort of attempt to prove himself, seeking glory but now this entire thing had backfired and you couldn't help but worry.

When he awoke he had stared in mute horror at the mirror you held up to his face.

"I tried to minimise the scarring as much as I could, Luke. I couldn't remove it entirely but with the correct balm and scar creams it'll fade," you had explained.

Luke knew you were the best the camp infirmary had but he couldn't explain the rage that boiled within him. This fruitless quest, with its dumb replication to Heracles' and his quest all for the sake of earning his father's attention had permanently marred him.

Physical proof of his father's neglect right there for everyone to witness.

And he would have to carry this stupid scar for the rest of his life.

"Luke?"

His gaze snapped to meet yours, softening slightly, as you placed the mirror facedown on his bedside table.

"Yeah?"

He didn't want to see sympathy in your eyes, no doubt too many campers will be looking upon him like he was a pitiful kicked dog, nor did he want to see disappointment; he wasn't quite sure how he'd stomach that.

But your face held neither of those emotions, instead a strong conviction resided in the lines of your face, lines that you were too young to have, that marked the effects of stress no adolescent should feel.

"I'm gonna take care of you Luke, okay?" You reached out and cupped his uninjured cheek, "I gotcha. I always gotcha."

And wasn't that something.

He reached out cupping your face in his hands, this was his whole world.

"Okay baby; yeah, please."

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Luke had miscalculated. He'd failed to retain the master bolt and the helm of darkness.

Now, he was being punished. Severely. And he hated it but he deserved it. He'd let Kronos down, he needed to learn his lesson so he never makes the same mistake.

The nightmares cut too much into reality though sometimes. His entire body lit aflame but it always got so much worse when he was forced to face a scenario where he had to cut you up so that your pieces would replace the Titan.

He never failed this test, but it always took the most out of him. Even if you always understood his anger, he wasn't sure you'd understand his methods; and at the crack of every dawn, he'd escape his cabin and run to the lake where he knew you'd always be. Like clockwork, watching the sun rise.

This time his skin buzzed with the phantom recollection of his nightmares, he had to scrub at his eyes to clear his vision a few times, mistaking the blood on his hands to be real in his fatigued state.

You sat on the deck, eyes fixed on the changing colours of the sky. He could hear your voice humming a soft nameless tune. This was your ritual, your futile attempts at interactions with your father as he burst across the heavenly dome on his sun chariot.

Nonetheless, Luke always enjoyed the sound of your voice. He'd appreciate it if Apollo never would.

You'd sense his presence as you always did in the early hours and you'd beckon him towards you.

Sitting by your side felt right, amidst all the tension he'd been under. The weight of all his plans. Your song was familiar, the heat and strength of your figure a comfort.

"Nightmares again?" You asked, knowing the answer regardless.

He'd nod.

There were a few truths he was allowed to tell you. Sometimes if he said it with enough of himself, he could fool himself to believe that all you knew weren't mainly lies.

"Come here."

And you'd guide his head to you lap, gentle– loving, like the first rays of the sun. You would card your fingers through his curls, and every now and then lightly ghost your fingertips over the scar on his face.

On occasion, Luke would dream that you were healing him, erasing his scars, erasing his pains.

"I gotcha Luke," you'd murmur, "I always gotcha."

Some mornings he'd fall into a dreamless sleep.

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"I gotcha baby," oh he's missed that voice, "I always gotcha, Luke." It's been too long. Days, weeks, months. Years.

You were crying.

Percy and Annabeth were crying too but–

You're crying.

Don't cry.

He's really tired, and it's getting difficult to take a breath. He figures this is the feeling of death and he's trying to not be afraid.

You reach for him, and he forces himself to open his eyes and look at you.

It's not so bad. Your face has always been what he'd like to see last. It's just–

There's so much to say. So many things he has to tell you, to apologise for, to confess, to love and there's no time.

You're so beautiful.

Even covered in soot and monster dust and blood.

Your hands cup his face, fingers instinctively brushing his brows and scar. You keep mumbling small comforts, little assurances. But you don't promise life, because that wouldn't be true and while Luke has been a deceitful liar, you have never been one yourself and you won't lie to him even now.

But you promise that you got him. And he believes you.

"I know baby," He huffs and tries to say, "but now...it's time– time to let me go."

It's a struggle. His vision is blurry, he's really tired.

So he focuses on the feel of you instead, letting his eyes close. This is just like falling asleep.

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#luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fic rec #pjo fandom #pjo fanfic #percy jackson #luke castellan #annabeth chase #lc

[imaginmatrix]

hey, if I wanted all the glory I wouldn’t wear a mask

A Percabeth / "Percy Jackson is Spider-Man" AU

chapter 1/?

A sharp sting shot through his knuckles, up his arm, seemingly right into his chest and he jerked, shouting an expletive far worse than “shit” that would make his mother cringe. Something small was flung from his hand.

He squinted.

There— a tiny, regular, run-of-the-mill brown house spider.

Except he’d never had a spider bite hurt this much before.

“Son of a bitch. ”  His breath hissed as he massaged his hand, already feeling a welt rising to the surface. And the stinging… that sharp stabbing pain didn’t seem to ebb as it should have. Instead, it felt like it was actually growing in intensity. 

And it was hot. Impossibly hot, considering how freezing the lab had been moments before. Was that spider actually venomous? Was this an allergic reaction? Did he need to go to the ER before his skin turned black and his hand fell off?

#my writing #writing #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #pjo fanfic #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson fanfic #fan fiction #percabeth fanfic #annabeth chase fanfic #spider-man au #percy jackson is spider-man

[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

Day 7: The Craziest Christmas’ Eve

Percy had woken up at 6am on Christmas’ Eve. Was he glad to do it? Not really. But he would do everything in his power so that his hardworking wife with just a few days off could sleep in just a few more hours.

He quickly made his coffee and prepared what he and Annabeth had to do for the day. But then he heard footsteps in the living room. He opened the door slowly as he was pretty sure it was one of his kids and he didn’t want to frighten them.

“Daddy?” Zoe turned to his direction. She was still in her pyjamas waiting for the next day to arrive.

“Good morning, my angel. What are you looking for over there?” Percy grinned slightly as Zoe had been trying to see what she had gotten for Christmas for the past week.

“Can I please open just one present? Can I, please?” She begged him.

“I am sure you can wait another twenty-four hours to open your presents. You’ll enjoy it more tomorrow morning.” He reassured her.

“Does the big red box happen to be a bike?” Zoe asked him.

“I don’t know.” Percy lifted his shoulders only to make Zoe’s puppy pleading eyes grow bigger. “Want to help me make pancakes for everyone?”

“I guess so?” She shrugged and walked in the kitchen.

“Good morning.” Annabeth said as she held Lana in one hand and her bottle in the other. She managed to give a quick kiss her daughter before she sat on the kitchen counter.

“Daddy and I are going to make pancakes for everyone.”

“That sounds great. With blueberries or chocolate chips?”

“Both.” Zoe said. “Tomorrow it’s Christmas.”

“I know. And tonight all of our friends are coming over. We’re going to have a great time.”

“Can I stay up and wait for Santa?”

“If you don’t go to sleep, Santa’s not coming.” Percy warned her.

Charlie had come downstairs along with Theo and had only listened the last bit. “Santa isn’t coming?”

“No, no, no, no. Santa is coming. I was just saying that he won’t come unless you fall asleep tonight.” He repeated to make sure he didn’t ruin his kids dreams.

“Zoe and Colin want to wait for Santa. Bianca and I told them that it isn’t going to happen.” Charlie said as he stole a blueberry from the counter.

“I am going to see Santa!”

“We’re going to see him at the mall. Right after we finish our breakfast.” Annabeth promised. “And watch a movie and drink hot cocoa. How does that sound?”

“Cool.”

Just a few hours later their house was filled with their friends and their families. Annabeth wished she was in the living room but instead she was in the bathroom with Katie and Rachel.

“This can’t be happening. I need you to pee on a stick as well.” Katie said as she saw the two lines.

“Maybe it’s just a false positive.” Rachel suggested trying to lighten the mood. She was wearing a Christmas sweater with Christmas lights and festive earrings.

“Try again.” Annabeth said as she was drinking her warm wine. “You know peeing on a stick isn’t exactly accurate.”

“I blame Rachel’s Third Eye. ‘Wouldn’t it be funny if you were drinking while pregnant.” She mimicked her friend.

“This has nothing to do with my abilities. And if you want a base line, I can do it with you.”

“I am going to step out.” Annabeth said.

“Can’t handle another surprise?”

“Honestly, no. And I have to make sure that we aren’t suspicious.” Annabeth was sure that their behaviour was very suspicious to say the least. “If you need anything, I’ll be right outside.”

“Alright, who spiked the eggnog?” Percy said as Connor and Travis were grinning.

“We needed to spice things up. Including your eggnog, Percy.” Connor smiled.

“Besides, we’re the only ones drinking eggnog.” Travis said. “And Will. The rest are too high-class to drink a peasant’s drink.”

“You are drinking eggs with bourbon. It’s disgusting.” Nico replied with Malcolm agreeing. He turned to Will’s direction who was drinking eggnog as well.

“Don’t look so condescending. I’ll drink your German Wine later.” Will promised.

“Glühwein.” Malcolm said.

“Where is Annabeth? She is part of the judging triad.” Connor asked.

“We are making social remarks, Connor. Such as don’t drink a boiled egg smoothie.” His husband said. “But really, where is Annabeth?”

“I’ll go find her.”

Percy got up and walked towards the corridor where Annabeth was standing with a candy cane and warm wine in her hands. “Hey, love. What are you doing here?”

“Long story.” She replied and walked closer to him. “I am so glad Lana is having formula milk. I couldn’t handle Christmas without wine.”

“You are losing the great debate between Eggnog and the Gluewine.”

“Glühwein.”

“Athena’s genes are running strong.”

“Always. Want some wine?”

“Maybe later.” He looked over his head. “Annabeth, look.” He showed her the mistletoe above them.

“Normally I’d say no, but I’m on my 14th candy cane, so why not?”

“You’d say no to kissing me?”

“I heard you have a crazy wife. I wouldn’t want to fight her.”

“You would fight for me?”

“Of course. You are my Seaweed Brain.” Annabeth kissed him. Until they heard someone clearing their throat.

“You’re gone for ten seconds and you’re making out with Annabeth?” Travis asked.

At the same time, the bathroom door opened. “Travis, there is a thing called discretion.” Katie said as she walked outside with Rachel behind her.

“What-“

“Minding my own business. I am going to check on the kids.” Katie raised her hands in surrender.

“Did I do something?” Travis asked Percy and Annabeth.

“I have no idea. It’s 10pm. I’ll go check Charlie and Zoe.” Percy said. “You should go enjoy your wine.”

“You’re amazing.”

Travis came back to the living room after he saw two positive pregnancy tests in the trash. He sat next to his wife and he soon realised that she wasn’t drinking any alcohol. “Do you want to tell me something?” He whispered so that nobody could hear him except from her.

“What?”

“You took two pregnancy tests?”

Katie lost all of her colour, before she warmed up again. “I was going to tell you later.”

“Tell you what?” Connor asked them from across the living room.

Travis and Katie had a silent conversation. “We’re going to have another baby.”

After everyone congratulated them and things settled down, they realised it was way past 12 am. They said their goodnights and drove home.

Charlie, Zoe and Theo wanted to sleep in the basement that they had decorated especially for Christmas. Annabeth and Percy were on board with the idea as the three of them were overly excited.

“Go to sleep so that Santa can come.” Annabeth encouraged her five-year-old daughter and son who didn’t have an intention of falling asleep.

“But I want to see Santa.”

“I promise that I’ll wake you the moment he comes.” She whispered to her daughter.

“Really?”

“Anything for you.”

“Can you wake me up as well?” Charlie asked.

“Of course. But you must fall asleep.”

“Okay, then.”

“Goodnight, my loves.” Annabeth went to the living room as Percy was finishing putting the presents under the tree.

“Mission accomplished?”

“Mission accomplished.”

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[theslay3d]

Bookstore

Annabeth Chase x Daughter of Demeter!reader

Gender:Female

Warnings:none

Word count:823

You and Annabeth had a date planned for later in the day. It was around one now and the date was at two. You guys both really wanted to go to this new book store that was kinda close to camp it would take a ten minute walk to get there. Luckily it was getting colder out so you wouldn't be sweating the whole walk there.

You both asked Chiron for permission to go out of camp and he said it was fine. Which was good, you and Annabeth had not had a date in months. As of right now you were trying to pick out an outfit and your siblings were of no help.

“I don't know what you want me to tell you Y/N you look good in anything”  Miranda said for what she felt like was the hundredth time. “I understand I look good in everything but we haven't been on a date for months. I need to look amazing” You replied as you rolled your eyes and held up another cardigan.

“You're both dating already she will like whatever you wear” Miranda huffed out as she looked at you holding up another skirt in front of the mirror. “Ok ok I guess you're right” You sighed out you were just nervous as you said before it has been months.

“Now you go get ready as it takes you foreverrr it get ready I have to go help with the garden” Miranda said as she got up and starting walking to towards the door you swore you could hear her mumble “Gods I hope Nico hasn't killed all the plants yet” as she walked out. You laughed to yourself at that and finally picked out an outfit. You picked out a white pencil skirt that had tiny blue flowers on it along with a white long sleeve shirt to tuck in and a white cardigan.

After about an hour you were done getting ready. You looked into the mirror one last time and reapplied some lip gloss before you heard a knock on the door. “Coming one second” You yelled out as you grabbed your purse and sprayed some perfume on. You opened the door and there was Annabeth. She was wearing some jeans with a cute shirt on.

“Hi” You said as you walked out of the cabin and shut the door. “Hey you look so pretty” Annabeth hummed as she kissed your cheek. “Thank you” You replied back as a blush hit your cheeks. “Are you ready to go?” Annabeth asked as she grabbed your hand and slowly started to walk. “Yep” You said back in reply.

You both started to walk out of camp and onto the highway and started walking the way to the bookstore. You both chatted here and there on the way talking about multiple topics until Annabeth started to go on a whole spiel about architecture. You didn't know much about the topic but you just kept walking while staring at her the whole time “Gods she's gorgeous” You thought to yourself her hair was in a ponytail as it usually is but her blonde curls looked so gorgeous.

You finally made it to the bookstore and you both walked in. It smelt like vanilla in the store and there were multiple tables and chairs everywhere around. Both you and Annabeth went into the fantasy section immediately, both pointing out books you've read, the ones you liked, and the ones you hated.

You started going on a little rant about one book that was amazing. You didn't see Annabeth staring at you while a soft smile spread across her face “She's so pretty” Annabeth thought to herself as she watched you finish up your rant.

After a little while you both bought two books each(even if you were supposed to be on a book buying ban but who cares really). Turns out the bookstore also sold tea and coffee. You got some tea while Annabeth got coffee. You guys found this field near the bookstore and decided to read the books while laying out there. You used your powers to get rid of some of the weeds to make an empty spot for you and Annabeth.

You guys stopped reading after a while and you started to absentmindedly grow some flowers. You picked one of the flowers up and put it behind Annabeths hair. She giggled a little at it and grabbed one to put behind your hair.

She put her hands on your cheeks and slowly leaned in to kiss you. You both laughed into the kiss a little and broke apart after a few seconds. “I love you” She whispered while tucking your hair behind your ear “I love you too” You whispered back. There was no reason to be nervous at all. Both you and Annabeth had an amazing day and eventually made your way back to camp.

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[stanning-reyna]

Now He’s Got a Problem

an early botl era percabeth oneshot

“You up next? Or did you show up in armor just to watch?” Annabeth shouted to Percy as she wiped the arena dust that coated her hands onto her pants.

Sherman, who had just lost horribly to her in a match, fell onto the spectators bench next to Percy, breathless. Annabeth wasn’t even winded.

“Did you know in ancient Rome, front seat spectators often wore armor to munera?" Percy replied, staying glued to the bench.

"Did you forget I'm the one who taught you that?" she said, staring him down.

"Nah. But I did decide it's time to embrace the tradition. Make Camp's arena a bit more historically accurate."

This may shock you, but he didn't actually care about historical accuracy. Could you even call it that considering they're Greek demigods, not Roman? Nevermind. All he really cared about was avoiding sparring with Annabeth. Usually they were an even match, but she seemed especially in her zone today and Percy was, well... not.

For some reason, today his eyes kept getting glued to Annabeth's curls that shone like gold in the June sun. A terrible place to be looking if below, her knife was busy attempting to stab him in the gut. If the two of them sparred today, Percy was certain he wouldn't walk out with all his limbs intact.

But Annabeth was never one to back down from a challenge, and today was no exception.

"You're scared you're gonna get your ass handed to you like Sherman did, aren't you? Probably a good fear to have, considering... well, you know," she mused, nonchalantly playing with her dagger.

"Now wait a second," he spoke up. "Considering what?"

Had Annabeth caught him staring at her one of the various times he'd done so today? Had she read his mind somehow? If she meant what he thought she meant-

"Well clearly you're out of practice. You've been taking it easy in the city since our last quest."

Oh thank god, she wasn't on to him. He didn't have to dig himself a hole to hide from embarrassment in. But wait a second-

"I was not taking it easy all school year. There are monsters in NYC, you know. And they're harder to fight because of the crowds of people everywhere," he spit out, annoyance creeping in.

"Oh yeah?" she taunted, placing her hands on her hips in front of him. "If those monsters were so tough, then fighting me will be no problem, right?"

He hated the cocky way she spoke and how she knew just how to push his buttons and how pretty she looked standing there defiantly and-

Now you see his issue. He can't spar with her like this, he'll get decapitated.

"You're on, Chase."

Apparently he had a death wish. Not surprising, actually. He seemed to have a habit of it. You know what? Out of all the ways he could die, at the hands of Annabeth would be one he's ok with. Her standing over him with that dangerous gleam in her eyes, her hair cascading down her back as she struck the final blow?

He needed to take a walk.

Too late. He was already in the arena with Riptide in his hand, Annabeth sinking into a fighting stance across from him. All he had to do was focus for the next ten minutes, then he could go sit alone in his cabin for the rest of the day feeling second-hand embarrassment for himself. Great.

She began with no warning, him barely deflecting her strike before it would've sliced his neck. Maybe his decapitation comment wasn't too far off.

Soon they got into the same rhythm as their usual sparring matches. One would strike, the other predicting the move, both of them rarely landing a hit. Percy knew his arms had grown longer since the last time they did this, but Annabeth’s arms must’ve grown too because she kept up easily.

The thought was a mistake. Now he was looking at her arms and how they glowed in the afternoon sun, the muscles of her forearm flexing as she wielded the knife. The knife that was headed straight for him.

He reacted, but not fast enough. Riptide was knocked from his hand. He landed a good hit to her side with his shoulder, throwing them both off balance and tumbling to the ground, but without a weapon he was quickly pinned below by Annabeth.

Percy was now certain that if he had to pick a way to go, it would be this. Strands of her hair had fallen out of her ponytail during the match, and a chunk reached far enough down that it grazed his cheek. All he could manage to do was stare up at her as she held her knife to his throat.

"That was too easy. I told you, you're out of practice," she said, withdrawing and rolling to her feet.

Percy laid there, still thinking about the soft gold on his cheek, until he realized he needed to get up too. Annabeth offered him a hand, pulling him to his feet.

"I can help you train extra, if you'd like. Do more sparring and stuff after all the other campers leave," she suggested, eyes glued to her knife as she sheathed it.

Maybe Percy was crazy, but he could've sworn her cheeks were pink with blush as she spoke.

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[modawg]

i like to think when annabeth and percy get married percy takes annabeths last name

i feel like the name “percy jackson” has so much history connected to so much trauma and it’s known by so many monsters/gods alike that he’s just done with it he just wants a new beginning and takes annabeths last name to symbolize that

maybe they name their first kid jackson giving that name a new meaning

instead of jackson the name following destroyer attached to a killer of thousands of monsters a hero of olympus twice over its jackson, maybe just jack for short, a baby something of life a kid who gets to grow up a kid rather then a soldier someone meant to live not told to die

i like the idea that no one really thinks that’s gonna happen maybe sally jokes with annabeth that she’ll be the new mrs jackson maybe people even talk about the power that name holds (literally lmao)

then during one of the nights their planning their wedding they’re curled up together percy’s head against her chest getting ready for bed and percy confesses how much that name has haunted him

maybe annabeth confesses that she’s always liked her last name and though she didn’t care enough to fight against the name change she’s more then happy to keep it

maybe she’s the first person to call percy by that new name that night, whispering it against the top of his head

perseus chase, percy chase, mrs and mr chase

maybe it doesn’t roll off the tongue the same way but maybe that’s also the whole point

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