#Percabeth fanfiction

[levitatingrain]

yes!!!

au where everything is the same except percy gets new relatives on paul's side

a little old grandma who feeds him and gives him money to buy everything he never could when he was poor growing up

everytime she sees him, she babies him and tells him how tall he's gotten and complains about how skinny he is (she is also #1 percabeth shipper)

a grandpa who fought in the army and trades war stories with percy

who also ADORES annabeth and loves having intellectually challenging conversations with her about architecture, philosophy, mathematics, literally everything

an aunt who helped sally throughout her pregnancy with estelle which makes sally cry because she didn't have anyone when she was carrying percy

sally crying again because she's never had a parent figure since her uncle died and now paul's parents are all over her with their affection and acceptance (especially once they find out about the greek world)

a cool older cousin who ruffles percy's hair, teams up with annabeth to make fun of him, plays video games with him (annabeth teases percy that despite saving the world multiple times, he still wants to impress said cousin but still finds it cute how percy is adjusting to being the little brother for once)

when percy goes missing, all of them team up and consider marching up to olympus to kill the gods for kidnapping their new little baby boy

then after the events of hoo they adopt all of the seven

and they literally have to buy a bigger table because of the big family dinners they all have

and percy's just like 🥲 maybe relatives don't need to be out to ruin your life and traumatise you 24/7?

[tulipsinavonlea]

Established relationship!percabeth but they're still competitive fighters that try their hardest to one up each other during a fight/capture the flag and refuse to let up even when they're SO sickeningly in love——— you will ALWAYS be special to me

[valewritessss]

Why is it that most of the time they either make Annabeth seem like Percy’s mother or they make her a tool for him to be more angsty and dark and disregard all of her character and trauma? Can we normalize making them equals

[imaginmatrix]

Here’s the art I commissioned from @windbyfire for aoyaom on its own because I’m so so SO in love with it 😭

[bayetea]

Annabeth frowns. “I’m not big on swimming, myself.” “Uh huh,” At nearly four PM, the autumn sky has already grown dim. Percy spares her another cheeky smile, staring directly into her silvery-blue eyes. “Y’know, the people who usually say that either can’t swim too good, or they hate getting their hair wet. And since I doubt the farm girl is afraid of getting a little messy, I’m guessing you’re the former.” “…” Her jaw gapes at him slightly, and her eyes scan his face—perhaps searching for the source of his audacity. “… It’s ‘can’t swim too well,’ city boy.”

doodled a lil scene from "only honey in the valley" on ao3 😳

[skywalking-through-life]

My dearest, darling friends: thank you for your innumerable kind, encouraging messages this past year: it is to you all that I dedicate this chapter, which is, 12 months and 10k later, finally done. 💙

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

"A Bump"

Summary: She holds her tee shirt tightly over her stomach where a perfect little bump is forming. Annabeth quickly snaps the photo grinning like she’s just been given a first place prize before yelling for Percy.

A/n: enjoy the ttpd references

Ao3

Part 1 Part 2

Percy insists on taking weekly photos of Annabeth. Full body pictures of her: standing in the kitchen cooking bacon, walking in the front door after work kicking off her heels, or standing in the light of their bathroom before bed. They aren’t particularly good photos. Not in the way he wants them to be. 

They’re mostly blurry because Annabeth is talking with her arms or walking out of frame. Percy never tells her he’s taking them. According to him, he was “trying to get candid images.” 

So, Annabeth documents her pregnancy for him. She takes selfies in their floor length mirror. The same pose each day. Tracking her belly’s progress. 

She doesn’t tell Percy about them. Annabeth keeps the photos in a separate album on her phone with a plan to get them all printed out on glossy paper and put them into a scrapbook. 

There’s no real physical progress in her first trimester. Beyond the morning sickness that lasts well into the night. Annabeth is sick at all times of day. She keeps crackers and breath mints in her purse now. 

Percy often rubs her back as she heaves into the toilet. 

“I wish I could do something.”

She grabs his hand from behind her. “This is something.” 

It’s a nice moment ruined instantly by more vomit. 

Annabeth takes the morning off on a random Tuesday or so her coworkers believe. They have a baby appointment (as Percy has taken to calling them). It’s that morning when Annabeth is taking her daily photo she feels the bump. 

It’s like it grew overnight. She holds her tee shirt tightly over her stomach where a perfect little bump is forming. Annabeth quickly snaps the photo grinning like she’s just been given a first place prize before yelling for Percy. 

“What? Are you hurt? Is baby okay?” 

He’s holding her stomach. When Percy meets her eyes, Annabeth is trying not to tear up, and says, “a bump.”

Their appointment goes smoothly; they get lunch afterwards at this sandwich shop nearby. 

“We should come here again,” Percy says, mid-chew. 

“Close your mouth.” 

He grins at Annabeth. The same trouble maker smirk she’s grown to love. 

“But, I agree,” she tells him, “we should make our way through the menu. The buffalo chicken sandwich sounds really good.” 

“Not gonna be too spicy for you, Chase?” 

Annabeth rolls her eyes. 

“Says the man who won’t touch wasabi with a ten foot pole.”

He glares at her like he wants to hit her. 

“Can’t hit me, I’m pregnant.” 

“Shut up.” 

They’re sitting at a table for four so Percy moves around the table and takes the seat next to Annabeth. He puts his hand on her bare thigh. 

It’s July in New York. She’s wearing Jean shorts and her camp shirt, which thankfully still fits. Annabeth knows with the bump now making itself known she won’t be wearing her beloved orange shirt for much longer. Maybe she can get Chiron to send her a bigger size without raising suspicion. 

Percy squeezes her thigh bringing Annabeth back to the present. He moves his hand upwards, not even bothering to glance around to see if anyone’s watching them. 

No one is. 

Annabeth is hot. She tells herself it’s because the AC in the shop isn’t doing its job. 

Her shorts are baggy enough so that Percy can reach in and rub his fingertips along her underwear. 

“Percy…”

“Keep eating,” he says. 

She takes another bite. 

“Annabeth?” 

Percy removes his hand and lets it sit on her expose thigh again. 

“Hey Aimee!” 

They had graduated together.

Annabeth remembers sitting next to her in their chemistry classes, both of them groaning over how boring their Professor had been. Aimee and her studied for every exam together and always paired up for labs. Together them both managed an A minus in the course. 

“So this must be Percy,” Aimee says, “shame we never met before Annie and I graduated.” 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Annabeth told me how great of a chem partner you were.”

“If I were half as good as her, we would’ve gotten A pluses.” 

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Annabeth tells her. 

“We should catch up sometime,” Aimee replies, “get lunch or a drink. You still have my number?”

“Yeah, I’d love to.” 

“And Percy, you’re welcome to join us unless Annabeth needs an excuse to get away.” The girls chuckle but Percy still smiles fondly at Annabeth. 

“She might want to get away from me,” Percy says. 

“Anyway, I’ll let you get back to it. It was great to see you, Annie.” 

“You too, Aimee. I will text you.” 

“Great!” She starts to walk away but turns at the last second, “by the way, you’re glowing Annie, whatever you’re doing keep it up.” 

Annabeth blushes. She’s not about to tell Aimee the real reason she’s “glowing.” 

“Thank you, Aimee.” 

Percy moves back around to his side of the table. 

“See the bump, it’s making you glow.” 

“Is that why you can’t take your hands off me?” She asks. 

“The bump is sexy, sue me.” 

Annabeth rolls her eyes, watching Percy take his next bite. Gods, she was so down bad for this man it’s ridiculous. 

“Don’t you think it’s crazy that I’m having your baby?”

Percy swallows. “No? I always thought we’d end up here.” 

“Pregnant at 25?” 

“Okay maybe not exactly this scenario—“ he grabs her hand from across the table. Adjusts her engagement ring as Percy tends to do, “—I love this scenario for the record.” 

Annabeth smiles. “I know, me too.”

“I just always saw us…”  

“Together,” she says. 

Because she always did too. 

[annabethcheese]

Broadway Karaoke Night.

Hi everyone, another percabeth oneshot. I had this idea a while ago and decided to write it, I hope you guys like it. Please leave a comment if you can and show some love, thank you and I'll see you next time!

Summary:

Paul finds his 90s karaoke machine lost in his old apartment. To Sally and Percy's relief, the equipment was broken, but... Annabeth accepted the challenge of fixing it. To the neighbors' nightmare and the Jackson-Blofis family's delight, the karaoke machine was fixed and they had a karaoke party singing Hamilton at the top of their lungs.

read the story here!

[thejudgingtrash]

Don’t know if anyone cares but if you like my PJO/Percabeth fics you better save them. There’s an 80% chance some of them are going to get deleted 🫶🏾

[fangirlinc]

Does this exist?

I’m curious if there is a rewrite of Percy Jackson or just a percabeth fanfiction within the universe where they are aged up and it’s a slow burn with adult relationship themes?

Cuz that would hit so if anyone knows about sumn, hit me up 🤙

[natabeth]

Has anyone written a Percabeth fic that is the Taylor and Travis story?? Please write it. I will read it!!

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

you wouldnt last an hour in the asylum where they raised me (those cringe percabeth and solangelo marriage proposal text skits from ten years ago on youtube)

[tulipsinavonlea]

screaming this into the void but r there any good percabeth fanfics with physical touch or skinship (not sm*t !!!) as the main prompts/themes. pls help a girl out !!!

🎨: whatever.arts (on ig) + sk8ingfrogs (on twt)

[valewritessss]

I love the fics where Percabeth just got together so it’s in between pjo and hoo

[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

[bayetea]

The Red Metanoia — A Percabeth Royalty AU | Chapter 5 out now ♡

... Princess Annabeth is obviously very pretty. Anyone with eyes could see that. But for what little consideration he had ever given to the notion of marriage in the past (Percy figured that he’d have kids someday, give them a safer, happier childhood than he had ever had), he’d hoped that it would be for love. That he’d eventually meet a wonderful girl who loves him for who he is, and they could have a simple life and home together with a son and daughter beneath their roof. Not necessarily in the near future, but ideally before his hair starts going gray. This arrangement with the princess would be nothing of the sort. Sure, they would be husband and wife, but only as obligated actors in a loveless marriage. And sure, they would probably be expected to have kids someday, but not on their own terms. And sure, this palace was a grander house than he had ever imagined himself living in, but it could never be a proper home— “—Wait. Kids?” Percy spoke aloud, startled by his own thoughts like he hadn’t been the one to think them. “I’m gonna have to have kids with her?” — TRM, Ch. 05