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caramelmacchiato07 · 4 months

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i absolutely hate the pjo fanfictions where annabeth betrays percy or whatever or if she sides with olympus and not him, bc it’s so inaccurate and would never ever happen. like even in the lightning thief she straight up says she’ll side with percy and not her mom bc he’s her friend, and they spent pretty much the whole book arguing and were just friends at that point. and like how many times did she say she loves him in mark of athena and house of hades? like a lot a lot. so those fanfictions (as much as i love a good dark percy fanfic), are just so incredibly incorrect bc annabeth and percy are loyal to each other and love each other way too much to even think about betraying the other or siding with the GODS ESPECIALLY. like she annabeth may take pride in her work as olympus’ architect, but if it came down to it she would never side with the gods over percy. sorry needed to say that, what are y’all’s thoughts on it?

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy pjo #pjo #rick riordan #riordanverse #heroes of olympus #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #percabeth #percabeth is the best ship ever #percabeth fanfic #percabeth au

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amesliu · 9 months

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somewhere in a whole foods before ch1 of spbh (full comic: @strungoutheart)

#music au percabeth #pop-punk!percy #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #heroes of oympus #hoo #percabeth #au #percabeth au #percabeth fanfic #doodles #chicken scratch

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iminlovewithpercyjackson · 7 months

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MY WAVES MEET YOUR SHORE (EVER AND EVERMORE)

a percabeth story // based on disney's tangled

she didn't look at all like people his mother had warned him of. she wasn't scary looking, and although she wore a rather proud expression, she looked kind and soft. he would have sworn someone had opened a book of fairytales, found the most beautiful princess, pulled her out, and placed her right in percy’s library. then she noticed him and turned to face him, and the moment was broken as her lips curled into a frown and her eyebrows slanted, almost dramatically, emphasizing her displeasure, likely, percy guessed, at having been knocked out and locked inside of a library. “who are you?” she asked haughtily.

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chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

#mwmys #my waves meet your shore #tangled au #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth au #pjo #pjo fanfic #my writinggg #multichap

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caleohateclub · 7 months

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Valgrace AU where THEY are the ship that gets thrown into Tartarus in MOA.

But where would that leave Perbeth?

One option is, I guess, Percy going with Nico to get the scepter? And it turning more into like… a forced confession scene… And Annie meeting Cal, who I guess would still have wanted to curse her in this universe. I would be so interested in Annie analysing Cal’s emotions, befriending her, and figuring out how to help her escape Ogygia.

Second option is Annie and Neeks going to get the scepter and I guess having some kind of brother-sister moment. And Percy landing on Ogygia a second time for closure with Calypso and making it a mission to successfully get her of Ogygia? Completely platonically now since he’s got Annabeth and he’d never even THINK about anyone else but her.

Idk…hm…

#valgrace #heroes of olympus #perbeth #percabeth au #percabeth #valgrace au #nico di angelo #calypso #hoo au #heroes of olympus au #percy jackson #annabeth chase #hoo #leo valdez #jason grace

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knuffled · 1 year

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a familiar ache

“But then he came out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, and the second Annabeth locked eyes with him, she knew.

Fuck. It was Percy Jackson.

The spectral hands of memory ripped her out of her body and flung her back eight years in the past. Suddenly, she was thirteen again, stuck in a closet in Stephanie Fuller’s basement, unable to look her crush in the eye. He’d been shorter than her back then, but he still had the same eyes. Sea green and too full of understanding.”

#knuffled fic #percabeth #percabeth fluff #percabeth au #percabeth angst #percy jackson #annabeth chase #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #tried a collage for once #i know its bad sorry :(

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crazy-fangirl2524 · 2 years

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“NO” a scream, a soul shattering scream tore out of Percy as he sprinted towards Annabeth’s falling body. He missed her by just an inch, his fingertips brushing her arm just as her body produced a sickening thud. All he could do was to gather her battered body into him, pressing hard on the hole in her stomach. Too much blood was gushing out and Percy could only watched helplessly as life flowed out of her.

“Percy-“ so much sadness and rawness was in one word, Annabeth looked at Percy for the last time, and with a shuddering breath, Annabeth was dead.

This all happened in a matter of a minute, but that minute would be playing in Percy’s mind forever.

“No no no, Annabeth, wise girl, please wake up, please,” Percy whispered, he could not, would never believe that his wise girl was gone forever. He would go into the underworld to find her, he would bargain, fight the Gods, he would do anything to get his Annabeth back. But he didn’t even have the luxury to grief, the monsters were advancing fast and Tartarus was merciless. With one last look at his beloved’s face, Percy looked up and all the monsters paused. Some even took a step back and a silence that had never descend before Tartarus filled the air and for the first time, even the monsters felt fear.

Gently, Percy laid Annabeth down, kissing her forehead lightly before getting up. Riptide was gripped loosely in one hand, and as if the monsters had all collectively decided it was now or never, they all lunged at the same time, claws and fangs and swords out. Without even raising a finger, all the monsters exploded. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. Their blood or ichor or whatever liquid in them exploded out of their body and for a second, Tartarus was filled with the most bloodcurdling scream, then it was over. Percy was covered head to toe in dust, and some of it got on Annabeth too.

Percy barely noticed the silence, all he heard was Percy Percy Percy and whatever was left unspoken replaying in his head like a broken record. Numbly, he carried Annabeth’s body in his arms and continued on to the doors of death. When the monsters had regenerated and tried to attack him, without even looking in their direction he made them explode. Soon enough, no monsters dared attack him and he walked on, not once resting, pausing only to drink the fire.

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forevfangirlwrites · 6 months

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Hello!!

I’m just looking for a fluffy childhood friends to lovers fic. Doesn’t have to be long, and you can (ofc) take as much time as you need!!

Happy writing!!

((PS: Im sad I haven’t discovered your blog earlier- I LOVE your writing so much!))

Her feet are starting to hurt, but she pushes herself to keep going. Hope is dwindling with every tick of the clock though and there isn’t much time left until she’s going to have to face this.

One more, she tells herself, one more and maybe he’ll be here by the time I get back.

So she starts her eleventh lap around his block, heart breaking with every step as the empty driveway disappears behind her.

There was a time where he would be the one to knock on her door, her heart racing from her mad dash down the stairs, to him.

But now each step feels heavier, her heart pounding with the ache of cracking.

What had she been hoping for all these years? What had she been dreaming off when they walked into their high school reunion arm and arm?

The kiss from the homecoming dance she never got? The slow dancing in the gym with their bodies up against each other?

There was a time when she hadn’t dared to dream of such things.

“Percy! This is a horrible idea!”

“Who cares? Come on, don’t you want to see the view?”

She must still look unconvinced because he reaches out his hand and pulls her along.

“Come on Annabeth, I promise it’ll be fun.”

Those wide green eyes are pleading at her, and she’s never really been able to deny him after that. Her sigh is his signal, and the grin is back as he’s pulling her along.

There’s a metal fire-escape looking ladder that he pulls all the way down and takes a tentative step.

“Ready?”

She’s not but she follows anyway until they make it to the small roof.

They sit side by side, his arms brushing against hers as they look out over the street. They aren’t that high up and there’s not that much to see but his warmth feels good against the cool breeze.

“Can’t believe we ditched homecoming for this,” she complains anyway.

“We were there for a little bit so it’s not ditching, it’s leaving early,” he responds with a wink that makes her heart flutter.

“Plus,” he adds, “you can’t deny this is way more fun.”

His smile is bright, lips close enough that she could lean forward just a little bit and kiss them.

She doesn’t though. She doesn’t deny his claim either or tell him that everything is always fun when she’s with him.

Maybe she should have. Should have just swallowed her fear and confessed that their friendship had always meant more to her.

But they were Percy and Annabeth. Best friends, partners in crime, and the gossip of everyone in school because they must be together right?

Yet Percy had never acknowledged the potential that everyone else saw, always laughing it off as a joke.

So who was she to tell him that she saw it too? That they were too good with each other, that they were meant to be something greater than this.

She knows she was right because she got a glimpse of it once.

And it ruined her heart in a way that’s made her screwed up enough to walk this eleventh lap.

“So you’re finally leaving, huh?”

“Wow, finally? Don’t sound too sad about it,” she replies with a glare. It’s already upsetting that they’re going to different colleges and that she won’t be seeing him, but he’s starting to annoy her now.

Is she the only one who’s going to be missing him?

Percy grins despite her glare. “I mean took you long enough.”

“Hey!”

He laughs as she swats his arm in incredulous anger.

“Annabeth,” he complains when she swats him again. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”

But she goes for a third swat only for him to catch her hand before she can complete the action. And despite her frown he pulls her closer to him.

His green eyes are wide and sincere and oh lord she’s jumping into them.

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A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt! I appreciate the support! And so glad to hear you like my writing! Thank you again and I hope you like how this turned out!

#percy and annabeth #percabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth au

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povbeth · 5 days

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six roses | percabeth (0)

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chapter summary: it's been two years since percy left town (read: annabeth), and neither of them can stop thinking about each other.

wc: 2.8K

warnings: it's just a lot of emotional constipation and regret and sadness and- [car crashes into me]

a/n: hellooooo :p honestly don't know what i'm doing bc nobody posts percabeth fanfic on tumblr but guess what? i do! i've been wanting to do a series like this for a while so i'm glad i'm finally getting started on it. lmk what you think here!

also posted on ao3

prologue: thinking about you.

Grover has been watching Annabeth lose herself for the last few hours.

Had she known, Annabeth would argue that Grover does this every morning. But today doesn’t follow their normal routine. The two canceled their shift at work for the next morning and took an early leave to prepare. Instead of locking her bedroom door and rotting in bed, Annabeth hobbled over to her best friend's house for a night with no sleep and a bag full of candy, ready to binge watch Disney classics till the sun peeks through the windows.

It’s an annual event, one that follows a 10 year tradition; One the same day every year, Annabeth and Grover have a sleepover, in which they total approximately two hours of sleep and six hours of movies.

It’s supposed to be fun, and Annabeth does find it fun. But for the last two years, it’s been different. Tainted. Scarred. And Grover knows this, but will never say it out loud.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

He’ll make her say instead.

She’s not surprised at the question. Really, it was inevitable. Grover knows what joy looks like, and he knows what a lack of it looks like on Annabeth. She could feel his eyes observing her as she stared at Lilo and Stitch without a single tear rolling down her cheek. He can always count on her to sing along with Gaston, but not a peep left her lips. He knows how emotional the Little Mermaid gets you, but he couldn’t hear a sniffle from her.

She doesn’t bother turning her head to face him. She won’t let him see the silent tear trails on her face. “You already know.”

Does he ever wonder?

Does he ever wonder like I do?

About the memories he’s left behind on a whim, in the hopes for a dream that was miles away. Away from the town he’s been in since he could babble a few incoherent words, towards a city filled with unfamiliar faces Away from the town he can only remember by your name.

About the memories that haunt her at night, but they swear they’re here to keep her at ease. They should be comforting, but they’re holding her tight enough to be suffocating.

Maybe they’ll let her sleep tonight if she cries a bit. Just a teeny bit.

Before she knows it, her eyes are teary. Grover feels her shift on the makeshift bed the two made on the ground. “You good?”

Nights spent on the phone talking about forever, an eternity that would only last a little over a year. Had the word stayed true to its meaning, she wouldn’t have hated it. Spending forever with him. She’d sigh and tell him this in hushed whispers as she’d lay in bed with her phone beside her pillow, and he’d giggle a bit. If she wasn’t too caught up with the idea of eternity with him, she would’ve realized that he’d never reply with confirmation. That he thinks about it too, that her idea of forever exists in the realm of possibility.

Did he ever toy with forever like I had?

She doesn’t respond to the silent boy next to her, who waits for some kind of response. There’s a pile of memories clogged in her blue veins, and they choose tonight to flow properly.

And so she does what she knows best.

Lie.

“I’m good.”

Her memories unravel themselves quickly. They’re only a few years old, but they’ve learned fast. Really, they’re not evil in nature – sneaking out at one in the morning to see him at a park near her house, writing exclamations of love into his skin during class, holding his hand as he walks her home – but they’re sharp. Short strands, but they have an edge to them. They know where to poke her, where to prod, where to stab. Like shards of glass, meeting her chest with good aim.

(But it doesn’t seem like an issue. She’d relive them in her head regardless of the pain.)

It doesn’t take Grover long to realize that she won’t say anything more than that. Instead of pushing for an answer, he lazily turns his body to face her. “I miss him too, y’know.”

And that’s what makes Annabeth break.

Because it’s not just her – it’s Grover, her cousin, and more importantly, his best friend. The boy he’d known way before you, since the two were in pre-school, squalling nonsense that only made sense to them. Brothers who knew each other better than themselves (though Grover would argue that he never really knew him).

Grover’s hurt too, and it makes everything hurt more.

She’s sobbing before she knows it, staining her cheeks and pillow in the process. It’s an unmapped cry that escapes her, one that doesn’t sound like her. She tries to pin it on something – regret, distaste, sorrow – yet it doesn’t land quite right. Must be something ugly, something that can only exist in a person who’s come across Percy Jackson.

“It’s been two years,” she manages through the tears. “And I’m still feeling like this.”

“I know.” Grover comforts her. She’ll never know it, but the tears he holds back are only for her.

“He doesn't even think about us. And I know he did it for himself, for his career, for his family, but it’s just… I don't know–”

“You feel greedy,” Grover tries to grasp. “for wanting him to stay–”

“No, that’s not it!” she barely recognizes the noise that’s coming out her throat. Is this what her memories have done? Turned her into a foreigner of her own voice? “That's not even what I wanted! I just – I just wanted him to tell me… and to tell you…”

…that he was leaving. Not that he didn’t – he did, just on the day of.

That’s one memory that she can’t unravel. She doesn’t remember how her day started, or how the conversation came about. All she recalls is the moment he said, “I have to leave.”

The rest is a blur. She remembers looking at him incredulously, as if he was joking. She remembers arguing with him, angry at him for choosing to tell her now, when his ride to the big apple was an hour away. She remembers watching him leave, his shoulders slouched as he walked away from the ruins of their relationship.

She wonders what remains of her now. In his mind, perhaps he only remembers a lousy town with a girl with perpetual mascara running down her face. Maybe he remembers her name, not her face. Maybe she’s a distant memory that he can’t bother to recall, not when he’s at the peak of his career.

Years pass, and so do her emotions. Hatred has dissolved in her heart, but she’s sure she can build it back up if she wants to. She’s more understanding, that maybe it was for the best. Sure, she wishes he executed things better. But she gets it – Percy was a boy with dreams. And she, better than most people, should know what it means to reach for them.

It means to sacrifice the things you love the most – and maybe, it was proof that he did love her, at least back then. If that were the case, she wishes that she wasn’t on the top of the list.

Maybe nothing of her remains, and that’s what scares her the most. Especially when his everything is engraved in her.

It’s been exactly two years since the day he left, yet the realization only settles in her bones now – she’s afraid that she’s worth nothing more than dust to the boy who once loved her from the sun and back.

The truth is, Percy wonders too much.

His ‘friends,’ if that’s what he could call them, told him the night was still young. To be clear, it was an hour past midnight, and Percy just wanted to crash at his hotel room.

To be even clearer, he didn’t know these guys well. He's seen a few of them in that new movie with vampires, and the others are fellow singers whose songs he’s heard far too many times. They smile on the red carpet, baring their fancy looks for the cameras, and wipe the smiles off their faces as soon as they take a step off it. He thinks it’s fair – he’s done the same today – but it doesn’t excuse them from being absolute assholes to everyone who isn’t an A-list celebrity.

Of course, Percy doesn’t fit in the category of nobodies for them. He’s topping the charts with every new release and bagging every award he’s been nominated for. To the famous clique, he’s one of them, just haven’t been acquainted yet.

So when Percy happened to have a table near theirs, they invited themselves over with a bottle of alcohol that he swears was not on the menu.

Percy knew nobody besides Jason, his first friend in the industry, and his only friend at this event. He'd really been hoping that he and Jason could leave without anyone noticing. Like the incredible actor he was, his friend called Percy’s manager and convinced her that the two of them were actually feeling sick.

“Never going to a gala again,” Jason groans as they enter the hotel lobby. “That was terrible.”

“Yeah,” Percy mumbles. “I just wanna crash right now.”

Percy has never been a man of many words, Jasons noticed. He’s still the shy boy from the small town, even when he has to smile at the paparazzi that followed him practically everywhere. But today in particular, Percy hasn’t been talking much.

Despite the obvious lack of words from the raven haired boy, Jason says nothing. Even as they head up the elevator, the two stand in silence. It’s comfortable, but it’s different from their usual fall of words. Percy’s eyes are closed, not in concentration, but in an exhaustion that Jason can’t seem to pinpoint.

Jason doesn’t know anything about the town Percy left behind two years ago. He doesn’t know that today marks two years since he’s left it behind, and wouldn’t understand the weight that it holds, even if Percy were to tell him.

He’s been wanting to ask if something is wrong for the past few hours, and so he finally does. He's not expecting much, but Percy looks at him as if he’s finally hit his tipping point.

And that’s how Jason finds himself in Percy’s hotel room, having been dragged into the room by his older friend. He’s concerned, surprised by the sudden emotional act Percy’s put on.

“It’s just…” he heaves as he sits down on his bed. “It's been a long day.”

An understatement at its finest. He knew what awaited him – beyond the gala, there was his family. Sure, they’ve been on good terms, great even, but the weight of his ticket back home seems to weigh the room down. There’s his friends from back home, whose texts pile up on his phone (which Percy ignores).

And then there’s Annabeth. Clouding his thoughts before he woke up, appearing in his dreams and haunting him before he could take his first breath of the day.

It’s a given, he thinks, knowing that he’s made peace with everything else back in town. His parents were always supportive, his friends came to understand. But there’s a distance of time and heart between Annabeth and him, and the fact that it’s tainted his perception of who she is now has him begging God to shrink him into nothing.

So his day was rough. He can’t recall a moment where he didn’t feel an ache in his chest.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Percy fiddles with the bottom of his tie, rolling the material between his fingers. “well…”

He does, but the last thing he wants to do is say her name out loud.

“It's been two years since I left my hometown,” he mumbles. It’s easier to say than I broke up with my girlfriend two years ago and haven’t gotten over it since.

“I see.” Jason says, though he doesn’t really get it. He grew up in the city, and even though the two boys are practically the same, there’s a difference in experience between them. Where Percy grew up was vastly different from this place, so Jason tries to understand. “You miss it?”

“Mhm. I miss my parents, and…”

And Annabeth.

“There's something bugging you,” Jason notes with a frown on his face. “You can tell me, y’know. I won't judge.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you… it’s just complicated, I guess.”

“Well,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I'm all ears.”

Percy doesn’t know what to say. But since his friend’s standing there, leaning against his dresser and waiting for him to speak, he supposes he has to spit it out at some point.

“Just… thinking about someone.”

“A girl?”

He goes silent for a second too long and Jason panics. “Oh, is it a guy–”

“No, no. It’s my girlfr– well, ex-girlfriend.”

He nods in sympathy. He’s never been in a relationship, but he can imagine how hard breakups can be. “Yhings were rough, I’m guessing?”

Nothing was rough, actually. Things were as perfect as they could possibly be.

The two were enemies as kids. He remembers bits and pieces – young Annabeth kicking sand in his face, swearing that she’d never go close enough to catch cooties from him. 7-year-old Percy splashing water in her face (read: soaking her with a water bottle) and running away before she could tell his mom. Swore that they’d never be friends unless it rained cows.

Except things didn’t go as planned; she ended up dating him through highschool, and he ended up leaving her at the end of it.

“I guess you could say that. We broke up the day I left town.”

Percy doesn’t tell him that it was because of him, or that it happened right before he was leaving for the train station. He doesn’t mention how he was feeling blue for his first year here, and that even though it’s past one year, he feels sick at any memory of you. He doesn’t even say her name, because the weight of his guilt lays heavy on the vowels and it’s too much to bear.

Instead, Percy does exactly what Jason wanted – unpack how he feels. He lets his feelings escape the lid, listens to them pour out without caring about how selfish he sounds, how terribly hoarse his voice is.

Annabeth always seems to do this to him. A single memory of her has him feeling like he’s eighteen again. Every memory of that time leads to a dead end, and though a small part of him wishes he could forget her, his mind tends to run back to that time.

It's incredibly stupid of him to miss her when he was the one who left. He knows this, but can’t help but indulge in the longing he feels.

And by the time he’s done talking, there’s a box of tissues in his lap and Jason beside him, patting his back as if it could erase every bad emotion he’s feeling.

Jason’s at a loss for words. He didn’t know, but he feels like he should’ve. He should’ve connected the dots when he caught Percy reading old text messages a few days. He should’ve gotten the hint when he saw Percy standing next to another girl as if he was a stiff tree. He should’ve caught on to how his friend never liked to talk about relationships, excusing it as something he wasn’t interested in, despite his unrivaled passion for romcoms.

Percy loves torturing himself by thinking about Annabeth, but talking about her is the opposite – any mention of her seems to bring the mood down for not just him, but everyone around him. The weight of her name is so heavy, it’s a burden on anyone who knows your situation with him.

It's especially terrible when your Annabeth is inscribed in his heart, his veins adorned with engravings of her. The vessels are shrinking under her load, pressing his chest and squeezing his throat.

With every mention to Jason, her name escaping his lips makes the weight increase.

It's been exactly two years since the day he left, yet his heart feels heavier than before.

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amesliu · 7 months

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Safety Pins and Broken Hearts Chapter 13: The Breaking

#music au percabeth #sohae #sohae2 bts #pjo au #pjo #percabeth #percabeth au #surprise bitch #bored want drama rn #posting evil

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percabeths-blue-cookies · 2 months

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Shhh I didn’t say anything 🤫

(Also @urbanflorals my beloved emma is proof reading the fic bc half the sentences I write don’t make sense)

#it’ll be here soon I promise #percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #percabeth #pjo tv #rick riordan #pjo tv show #em<3 #so I showed up at your party #shhhhh #percabeth au #Percabeth fic #unreleased #Spotify

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the-sassy-owl · 1 year

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THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY HALLOWEEN POST AND ITS PAST THANKSGIVING I’M SO SORRY-

Disneyland!AU: This post on Tumblr has been around for YEARS. I’m pretty sure someone wrote something on FanFiction about Percabeth, BUT I CANNOT FIND IT ANYMORE 😭😭

Anyways, Annabeth works at Disneyland (or Universal? Since San Francisco? Idk I’ve never been to either or lol) during the Halloween season and The Jackson-Blofis are there. Percabeth meet cute happens 🥰

(In the name of Clip Studio Paint idk what happened to the white powder on Annabeth’s Mickey ears or why the Having a Moment square is yellow instead of white and black-)

#percabeth #percy jackson #pjo #ivanna draws #annabeth chase #pjo series #otps #disney #percabeth au #disneyland #disney world #disney parks

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jonmyblaze · 4 months

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Percabeth au. Hell of a wedding huh?

It was just the two of them and the depths Tarterus.

"Annabeth.. If we make it out of this.... could we get married."Percy said spontaneously. He was out of breath.

On the one hand, Annabeth was willing to wait a few years until anything like marriage happens. But on the other hand

this was fucking Percy, her boyfriend and love of her life.

Intellectually she knew they were too young. Percy probably knew too.

But at the same time she knew it was good to have goals when you're in fucking hell.

Something to look above the horizon and March toward.

And wedding bells a blissful life away from the gods away from the pain and suffering of this wretched place. Well that's sounds about heavenly right now.

" You know what " She was exhausted" Fuck it. Yeah, let's do it

She was also heavily pissed that what Her mother did and her mother's arrogance was very indirectly responsible for the situation she was in. Dad was much better thinking she was dating a screw up after learning his history of education.

There was one way to piss both of them off. It would be this.

"Really? "

Percy was surprised that Annabeth was actually okay with the idea. He had thrown it out more as an idea because quite frankly he didn't know if they would live but if There was a chance that was a goal they could make

"Yes Percy I would be delighted, now come here and kiss this bride." Annabeth pulled him close by his shirt.

(the two proceed to be the first two mortals who are still alive to have sex in Tartarus. It was just practice for the honeymoon)

As the couple marched their way through Tartarus facing danger after light threatening danger, their mortality slowly dripped away, leaving behind only the godhood and their bond of forging a lasting strength. Soon neither of them noticed the gold mixed in with the blood. They lost so much but they had each other.

And friends they made along the way.

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The godly pair would escape by the skin of their teeth, but they would live. Even if they no longer bleed red. They still had each other. Even if Annabeth's voice was a lot more charming to her enemies, her mind was just as sharp. Even if Percy received far more power from before he entered the pit.

They accepted one another as their equal..

And that was all that matters

#percabeth au #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #annabeth chase #athena #posidon #percy jackon and the olympians

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