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ticklishraspberries · 2 months

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how abouttttt 67 with percabeth??? maybe lee percy? (but you decide okok❤️)

drabble prompts!! // thank you for the request!! xo 67. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this."

Annabeth apparently made it her mission to embarrass Percy the moment he'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood; even while caring for him in those first few days, the Minotaur's injuries leaving him weak and groggy, she had still had the wit to comment on the fact that he drooled in his sleep, sending his face aflame.

Now, they're friends. They've gone on a whole quest together, defeated monsters and faced the gods and he's seen her embarrass herself quite a few times, like her terrified shrieks when she saw those spiders. But even then, she had composed herself quite gracefully, explained her fear with logic and reason, and moved on.

Percy's embarrassment used to feel white-hot, like when he couldn't answer a question correctly in class or when Gabe spit insults at him, the flush in his face felt burning, suffocating, and shame was usually replaced by anger.

Annabeth doesn't make him feel that way. Her little quips are always clever, usually harmless. Even her nickname for him, "seaweed brain" doesn't annoy him as much as he pretends it does. Annabeth, as well as his friends at Camp Half-Blood, don't make him feel like an outsider.

Percy has become flustered around Annabeth for a whole new reason, though, much to his horror. She had snuck up on him in her stupid Yankee's cap, invisible, and grabbed him from behind to scare him. However, his shout (which she described as a "squeal", which he vehemently denied) was less about fear and more due to the fact that she had grabbed his sides and squeezed.

"Are you ticklish, Seaweed Brain?" she had asked once the cap was off and she'd revealed herself, with that mischievous grin painted on her face.

Percy scoffed. "No," he said, unconvincingly.

And the rest was history.

He still won't admit that he's ticklish. It's ridiculous, because he so obviously is, but it's some weird pride thing that Percy can't shake. Now, every time she tickles him, she asks him again: "Are you ticklish?" and every time, no matter how hard he's laughing, Percy tells her no.

Annabeth has taken every chance she's gotten to tickle him, and he's been on edge ever since. Unfortunately, those demigod battle instincts didn't seem to protect him in the case of a one-sided tickle fight, and he didn't stand a chance trying to strategize against a daughter of Athena.

So, he jumps at every little sound and often keeps his arms wrapped around his middle just in case of an attack, which Grover finds incredibly amusing.

It's a sunny day at camp when Percy lets his guard down, too busy chatting with Grover by the water to remember his absolute pest of a friend and her shenanigans, when Annabeth creeps up behind him, not even bothering to turn herself invisible this time, and latches onto his ribs, and he nearly goes tumbling into the water.

Grover makes an indignant noise at being splashed, but Percy and Annabeth are too busy grappling to acknowledge him.

"Just admit it, and I'll leave you alone!" Annabeth says, giggling. Her fingers on his ribs are unbearably ticklish, and he can't believe how easily she's found his weak spots. Too smart, too methodical for her own damn good.

"Never!" Percy shouts, trying to grab her hands and failing miserably.

It continues like this for a moment, her trying to stick her hands into his armpits and him cackling like mad, but when she finally gets her fingers under his arms, Percy's laughter reaches a new octave, and before he can process what he's done, a small wave crashes over them both, as well as Grover who is still sitting nearby, and Annabeth crashes against his chest, spluttering.

"Oh, you jerk!" she cries, her hair sopping wet and dripping onto his face. For a moment, he worries that he's actually upset her, but she just begins tickling him with twice as much vigor.

"No, I'm sorry! Okay, okay, I'll admit it!"

Annabeth stops. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this," she grins. "Go on then. Admit it."

She's still sitting on top of him, looking down at him with smug look on her face. Her hands are poised above his belly, like she'll strike again if he hesitates.

So, Percy swallows his pride. "I'm ticklish," he says, and instead of that white-hot humiliation, the embarrassment he feels is more akin to butterflies in his stomach. He briefly wonders if that's because of the confession, or the fact that she looks so pretty sitting on his legs, hair wet and smile beaming, but he quickly pushes that thought away.

Satisfied, Annabeth gets off of him and takes her seat beside Grover, talking to him about something completely unrelated, and as Percy watches her speak so passionately, he figures that being teased by her isn't so bad at all.

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kurokoros · 6 years

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Movie Night

A short Percabeth fic commissioned by @percyyoulittleshit! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything for these two! I’m currently doing $1 commissions for anyone interested, and I have a Patreon for anyone interested in supporting me on a monthly basis!

Annabeth is curled up on the couch wearing long blue and white polka dot socks and a college swim team sweatshirt she stole from Percy ages ago, when he drops onto the couch beside her, yanks her legs onto his lap, and drops a pile of DVDs onto her. She doesn’t bat an eye at the multitude of movies, Friday movie nights a long standing tradition of there’s, only begins to flip through the cases, curious of his choices.

It doesn’t take her long to toss them back down with a huff.

“Perseus Jackson,” she snaps at him playfully, waving one of the DVDs in his face, “we are not watching Finding Nemo again!” All of the movies are ocean themed. The Little Mermaid, Moana, even Shark Tale, of all films. She shouldn’t be surprised at this point, but somehow Percy never fails to astound her.

He quirks a brow at her, lips twitching at the edges, though he tries his best to keep a straight face. “Hey, Finding Nemo is great!” he defends, grinning at her as he brushes his fingers along the curve of her foot, making Annabeth gasp as he tickles her.

She presses her heel into his stomach none too gently, but he only grins wider. “We’ve watched it twice in the last month,” she reminds him, deadpan. There’s only so many times she can watch the same movies over and over without going ballistic. Percy knows this.

“You say that like it’s a problem.”

“Percy!”

He holds up his hands, placating her, though he doesn’t bother to wipe the smile off his face. “All right, all right! What would you like to watch?” Annabeth starts to respond, but Percy cuts her off before she can get the first word out. “I’m telling you right now, I’m not watching another documentary.”

Annabeth pouts for a moment, but decides it’s only fair. She has been picking documentaries more often than not lately. Though in Annabeth’s defense, neither of them really end up watching the documentary. “We could see what’s on Netflix?” Her nose wrinkles as she suggests it, realizing the fault in the idea even before he says it.

“Yes,” Percy agrees, a note of sarcasm creeping into his words, “and spend the entire night scrolling through shows instead of watching anything.” He sends her an almost lazy look, but there’s something impish in his eyes. “Sounds like a great night.”

Eyes rolling, Annabeth nudges his stomach again, Percy’s fingers curling around her ankle absently, his hands warm through the fabric of her socks. “Well, do you have a better idea?” Her lips curve up smugly at the edges. She knows he doesn’t. Their movie options are limited on account of Grover and the Stoll Brothers stealing half of their films over winter break. All they have left are a random assortment of Disney films, a few of Annabeth’s historical documentaries, and some shitty scifi films that Annabeth doesn’t remember either of them buying.

“You could pick an actual movie,” Percy suggests, tickling her feet again and making her squirm slightly.

“You never like any of my choices!” She huffs at him, puffing up her cheeks, and Percy laughs at her disgruntled expression.

He sends her a fond look, trying to smother his laughter as she sends him a faux nasty look. “Annabeth, I love you,” he says, “but all of your choices are terrible and boring.”

She raises an unimpressed brow, leaning into him slightly. “All of my choices lead to us making out on this couch,” she corrects, smirking slightly when she reaches out to curl her fingers around his shirt, tugging him down slightly.

The laughter leaves him as he blinks down at her, throat bobbing as he swallows. Percy’s green eyes flick to her mouth, his own lips twisting up at the edges. “Maybe you should pick the movie.”

Annabeth’s snort turns into a laugh as she pulls him down to meet her, the movies sliding onto the floor as she twists her fingers through Percy’s hair, the two of them smiling as their lips meet.

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