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been thinking about that scene in chalice of the gods when percy and annabeth are singing karaoke together. and it's so funny bc percy "if anything, i should be getting a scholarship to NRU" jackson is just stone-faced, fed up with this bullshit and just sings the song bc dammit this might as well happening. and annabeth "this quest is the least dangerous things i've had to do in my entire life, and i'm trapped in my eight-year-old body with no guaranteed that i'll return to myself" chase is just singing her heart out, adding a ridiculous amount of riffs and runs, and is definitely off-key and off tempo. like, percy could not be more pissed off about how stupid it'll be if they don't survive, and annabeth could not care any less about how they win as long as they do. this is a hilarious visual. hats off to rick.
#and obviously annabeth understands the severity of the situation#hell this was her idea#but it's just so funny to imagine percy singing in the most monotone âfuck youâ attitude#and annabeth is just âjEaLoUs GuUuUUUyyY đ€đ€đđâ the whole time#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#pjo headcanon#chalice of the gods#percy jackson#annabeth chase#percabeth#percabeth headcanon
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Oh Thalia for sure is absolutely miserable about the whole thing. Sheâs pulled right back to when Annabeth went missing in Titanâs Curse. This is the second time she hasnât been able to protect her, except this time there isnât even a quest or a mission sheâs supposed to be involved in that hints at where she might be. Sheâs just gone. Vanished overnight without a trace. And then finding out Jason might be alive? (And itâs always might be in her head, she doesnât really allow herself to hope) Yeah, sheâs having a Time about it all
Ooof, yeah, Percy would probably react poorly to the way Reyna is taking charge at campâwhich is obviously just what sheâs used to having to do, but she also handles a few things very similarly to how Annabeth would have, and he does not like it. Her being similar to Annabeth is probably actively a comfort to the campers who usually looked to Annabeth for guidance, and thatâs super upsetting to him because itâs not the same!
Iâm also very amused by the thought of Piper and Leo kind of beefing with Percy for a while because theyâre annoyed heâs trying to start shit with Reyna when she hasnât done anything wrong. Reyna herself doesnât even mind that much because she also has a vague feeling that she doesnât like Percy (due to him destroying Circeâs Island, which she doesnât remember, but the bad vibes are still there). Anyway, I feel like they eventually sort this out by severely butting heads in combat training and coming out of it with a begrudging mutual respect lmao
Reyna wanted her memories back because not knowing terrified her, but the moment she gets them back she wishes she could go back to the day before, when things may have felt complicated, but not nearly as much as they do now. Sheâs been confused about her messy feelings for Piper for a while, but before knowing about the prophecy she was way more certain she could figure it out eventually, especially because Piper is super patient with her and doesnât seem to mind her taking her time to figure things out. But suddenly sheâs got memories of the Aphrodite prophecy and her unrequited crush on Jason and sheâs pretty sure sheâs never liked a girl before, so thatâs several new layers of confusion to add to the pile. (Honestly, it might be good to send her and Nico to see Cupid together in this scenario. Maybe that finally helps her figure things out.)
And she likes Camp Half-Blood. So much. Which she feels awful about, because sheâs got a prophecy linking her to a completely different home. Is she allowed to feel even semi-comfortable here? Is that a betrayal of New Rome? Is it confirmations of the fears her father had that led to the way he treated her and her sister?
Actually, speaking of the whole thing with her dad, Iâm sure her learning what happened to Leoâs mom and all the ways thats still affecting him when she doesnât have her memories would result in some⊠complicated feelings that she in no way understands.
Piper also has messy complicated feelings about the situation with Reyna because in her fake memories, falling in love with Reyna played a huge role in her realizing she was queer. So learning those memories are fake is really hard on her. Her feelings are still very, very real, though, and if nothing else it at least plays into her being very patient with Reyna, because she remembersâand she knows that part isnât fake, even if the context wasâhow much of a mess it was for her to figure out her own sexuality.
Jason hates this job. He likes helping people. But he doesnât like being in charge, and he doesnât like that thatâs what people always expect of him when they look at him. He actively joined the worst cohort and befriended the unpopular kids and he still couldnât escape what his fatherâs legacy made him. But if the last few months have proven anything, itâs that heâs not cut out for this job. He can fake it for a while, sure, but heâs just stressed and miserable all the time. The only parts of this he liked was helping people and spending time with Reyna, but Reyna wasnât there and he hasn't felt like heâs really been able to help anyone in months. Heâd probably jump at the opportunity to join the quest and just get away from everything for a while, because he may be miserable as a praetor, but heâs good at the hero part of things. Iâm thinking Jason probably takes Reynaâs part from the books, except he tries to deescalate the situation way sooner and then also dips way faster to help out, because at some point it clicks for him that maybe they messed up by assuming the storm or fire part of the prophecy is about Percy and Leo because thereâs a decent chance the storm part might be him. Reyna and Nico take the Athena statue back to camp and it kills her not to be there for the final battle but maybe thatâs part of her arcâgoing where sheâs needed and realizing itâs okay to leave leadership to other people. Sheâs the one to build a bridge between camps, which started with her, but New Romeâs survival doesnât fall entirely on her shoulders. She actively has to take the weight off and leave it to other people to save the world. And that terrifies her, but itâs also a hugely important lesson for her and makes it way easier for her to accept that she can find a home at both camps without it being a betrayal of her person or her beliefs or the prophecy thats haunted her her entire life.
Your Annabeth thoughts are making me weep, oh my god? All of that is so so excellent? Her questioning whether Percy would even like her back with her not remembering everything they went through is agonizing but makes so much sense because of how used she is to not being anyoneâs priority. She canât know sheâs found that permanence sheâs always looked for in him because everything about him just got ripped away from her, too. Nothing feels steady anymore, so she focuses on what she can control. And thatâs the things she can fix at Camp Jupiter. She knows how to run a camp. She knows how to do quests. Hell, New Rome has so many buildings her little architect heart would probably love to take a closer look at and potentially find ways to improve, so thatâs also super helpful for her to focus on.
The thing with her dad is heartbreaking. Because yeah, how would he know? Annabeth has been away for so many years, and almost her entire life still takes place away from him. But obviously she doesnât remember running away at age seven. She doesnât remember how strained their relationship is. She comes home without any of her memories, to a dad who can barely offer her any answers on things any normal parent should know. And she may not have her memories, but when she leaves feeling confused and hurt, she knows it isnât the first time.
Thinking about a concept where Juno swaps Annabeth and Reyna instead.
Annabeth and Reyna are fine, because theyâve always been able to handle just about anything the gods threw at them. Piper accidentally has her gay awakening via fake memories of a relationship with Reyna and is really confused why her girlfriend is acting so weird. Reyna and Leo bicker non-stop because even without her memories Reyna knows what sheâs doing and sheâs very used to getting people to listen to her but Leo will not be serious for even one second.
Percy would start fist fighting the gods in the first week. Jason has never been more stressed in his life because he never even wanted to be praetor but it was manageable while he was doing it with Reyna and now heâs alone. What the hell is he supposed to do.
By the time Annabeth shows up at Camp Jupiter, Jason is so relieved someone knows what theyâre doing that he immediately asks her to be praetor, now if sheâll excuse him he needs to go have an anxiety meltdown in a corner somewhere
#heroes of olympus#hoo#reyna arellano#jason grace#Piper McLean#Annabeth chase#percy jackson#percabeth#pipeyna#reyna avila ramirez arellano#Thalia Grace
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Ugh... someone tape me to the table to force me to finish this storyyy but I need to finish coleoidea first~
Not me writing two entirely different scenes for the same fic in a row đ It's the flowww~
TW: Pregnancy, child birth and Poseidon ain't it
*proof-read? What is that?
Percy slid down the wall with a sigh. He was tired, he had a headache. There was spit on his shoulders and he was pretty sure he still caught a whiff of disgusting diaper contents. All this crying and screaming was too much for him. His child had entered his life only a few days ago, and he honestly had to admit to himself: he was completely overwhelmed.
He had completely underestimated what it would take to be a parent. How ironic that he suddenly could even understand people walking out of parenthood and how relationships broke apart due to the stress. He would never do it, as his child was still his responsibility, and he felt the strong need to protect and to connect with him. Percy knew that he had to adjust to this new life where another personâs need dictated your every move.
It was no longer your own life you had to manage. You had to put another person in front of yours, for the rest of your life. And while some were smart and figured this out before their family planning, others only grasped the severity of the situation once they were in it. And Percy felt that he was in the latter group. The romanticized vision of parenting was slowly melting away, and the ugly truth came forward. It certainly wasnât like in the movies. He barely remembered the last time he took a shower.
He obviously couldnât even imagine how Annabeth felt, her body weakened from the labor, the pain and aching agony. Breastfeeding still hurt a little bit. She was a walking wound, waiting for Mother Nature to show her mercy and let her recover gradually. So, all in all Percyâs exhaustion came mentally. Annabeth had that on top of all the physical pain that bringing a child into this world contains.
Percy tried to let her rest in the evenings as much as possible, but their baby woke up every hour or so, bursting into a shriek that would even awaken the god of the dead within a split second. Whoever told them that babies would sleep roughly sixteen hours per day forgot to inform them about the fine print: babies didnât sleep several hours in a row, they would wake up here and then, demanding to be fed, be washed, be placed into a clean set of diapers, and be cuddled back to sleep. And that was the easiest situation one could have with a newborn apparently. Percy couldnât imagine what it would be like to have a true cry baby disrupting every moment of peace.
His hand slid into his pocket, and he did what he always did when he didnât know how to approach a difficult situation and needed advice: call his mother. Sure, it was past ten, but he had hopes that her telenovelas still kept her up. After all, she was the one begging them to call her whenever they needed something from her now since her grandchild has been born.
Sally picked up at the second ring. âSĂ, digame?â she asked. She sounded tired, as if she was heading to bed.
âMamĂĄâŠâ Percy began. Droplets fell onto his hands, something which surprised him. It was only then he realized that he had started to cry. He rarely cried, the last time was when his father had died and he truly had to realize that there was nothing apart from hatred and disappointment he felt for Poseidon Theodoropoulos, the man that had vanished. And that was roughly eight years ago. Man, Percy really needed a therapist to work through some issues. Unfortunately, the birth of his child meant that he had even less time at disposal. He hoped and prayed everyday that taking off an entire month to care about his child wouldnât tank his company that he had fought for.
Percy explained. The exhaustion, the fatigue, the back that was burning. âHow⊠how did you do all of this?â Percy finally asked.
It felt like he was spiraling down. Physically, he sat on the floor next to the crib, gently rocking it. But mentally he was the five-year-old boy again, witnessing his parentsâ fight and the straw that finally broke the camelâs back. The minute Poseidon had overstepped his line and it was him, Percy, the little boy running out of the shadows to protect his mother. The moment his parents had gotten a divorce and he realized that he would never see his father again, he was relieved. He was at peace, even if it was for a tiny moment in his life.
âYouâŠâ Percy tried to find the words, his memory tearing his mind apart.
The minute it only had been the two of them, he started to feel the magic of childhood again. His mother invented little games, calling them missions, to incorporate some fun into his lives, because they were unable to buy him birthday presents. They pretended that the clothing from Goodwill was from ancient powerful beings, being gracious and feeling like them no longer needed them. That the weird people in parks and in the subway, trains were cyclops, hellhounds and monsters and that Percy was the hero needed to save the world. For him, it was normality. It was his bread and butter.
The moment he realized that his childhood wasnât normal was when he started elementary school and he compared his upbringing to those of others. That was when he realized that there was no money, that they were poor, that they struggled immensely. A huge motivation of him trying to maintain some sort of financial cushion, also one for his mother, to make sure that he would never feel the humiliation again, to never see his motherâs despair ever again.
âI donât know what to tell you apart from the fact that itâll always be hard,â Sally breathed into the speaker.
âI remember⊠that it all seemed so easy when I was little⊠I donât understand⊠Why doesnât it feel the same?â Percy felt stupid, but he couldnât articulate his thoughts properly. âHow did you deal with all of this? We had nothing. We came from nothing. We were on the brink of starving. How⊠What made you so strong?â
Sally was silent. Percy had realized he hit a wound, but didnât know exactly what it was, how he triggered this reaction.
âI⊠I want to make sure that I can bring the same amount of strength to my baby. How did you do it?â
Sally exhaled. She was ringing for words. âPercyâŠâ she began.
âAll in all, I donât know,â she confessed. âI didnât know, I never knew.â
A rug was pulled out from under him. His mother didnât know, there was no magic pill, no easy way of life. Hell, he was in his early thirties, and he knew jack shit about life. The strong woman he knew Sally Jackson had always been telling him that she didnât know either, made him speechless.
In that moment the last fabric of the illusion of his childhood was stripped away. His childhood innocence made him forget all the tears his mother secretly cried. All those times she had to lie directly into his face when he asked her if she had something to eat over the day, the times she was counting every nickel and dime she had behind his back, her not pretending that a menu at Burger King for his birthday would put a significant dent into their money. All the dark sides Percy subconsciously knew, crashed onto him, like a mighty wave.
âPercy, you were a child,â his mother continued. âIt was impossible for you to understand. The complexity and severity of our situation started to affect you later in life. In many instances I put your needs in front of mine because it felt right. To me, it felt right doing so. It was purely instinct based.â
Percy tore his hair out. He didnât know what to think of it.
âPercy, mijo, sabes que te quiero. MuchĂsimo. Eres mi Ășnico hijo. But all in all, I didnât know what I was doing. I hoped to be the best version of myself for you, but I canât tell you how I did. I just tried to do so, to make sure Iâll never see you cry again like when I still was with Poseidon. There is no recipe for adulthood. You'll have to figure it out on your own, each and every single day. For the rest of your life and for the rest of your babyâs life. He depends on your decisions, just like you did with mine.â
Percyâs heart sank, it felt heavier than ever before. The realization that he was completely on his own hit him. His mother couldnât tell him what to do. She was unable to do it for him, to make the decisions for him. He was the adult, he had to figure out what the best solutions for his problems were. As much as his mother could guide him, he ultimately needed to pull through on his own. Alone.
âThe big difference is that you have Annabeth,â his mother explained. Percy winced. It was still embarrassing to death what the two of them had pulled off.
âMamĂĄâŠâ Percy whined. He was still a five-year-old.
âPoseidon and I were foolish and young. We were naĂŻve and didnât know any better. I know you have your differences, but I see that Annabeth and you are willing to work with each other for your babyâs sake. And you need to. I donât tell you to marry her,â
Percy closed his eyes out of sheer embarrassment and uneasiness. He slid a bit on the floor, the wool socks on his feet didnât do anything to warm them.
âBut you have to realize that you depend on each other now. You are two. I was only one person after I decided to leave my life with Poseidon behind. With all of your differences, you still have each other. You have to make sure it works. In the end, it will all be okay.â
And with that, Percy instantly knew.
That it would be okay. He would be okay; Annabeth would be okay and most importantly: their baby will be okay.
Itâs okay.
Itâs okay to cry and to doubt.
Itâs okay to feel like a failure.
You must work through it and pull yourself up again, no matter how hard it is.
But this feeling of being overwhelmed, tired, and ultimately lost.
Itâs okay.
It's normal.
That was when his baby woke up and started to cry again.
I really plan on writing about life decisions and the myth of the adult that supposedly has their shit together... why am I saving all of this up for a cheap fanfic and not an original work of my own? Wowza đ„Č
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#may I introduce you to my beloved wife#fake it till you make it#pjo#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#Annabeth chase#percabeth#percabeth fanfic#sally jackson#posally#mel spoils
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Jason He's made out to be the new, better Percy . He is also a massive Gary Stu in my opinion. Leo He's really rude to Frank. I know they got over it but still also he acted like it was all Percy's fault Calypso was on the island even though Percy tried to help. Piper She had so much potential but whenever anyone talks about her being Aphrodite's best daughter or whatever I'm like 'Do you remember SELINA??!!) also she has a huge I'm not like other Girls complex and is kinda obsessed with Jason.
We have REALLY different views on them so Iâm gonna see how well I can articulate My Analysis Of My Children okay letâs go:
JasonâŠI think the point was that heâs perceived as a âGary Stuâ, âbetter Percyâ type guy when thatâs actually not the reality of who he is? Like, his whole life everyoneâs always been âYour father is the king of the gods! You should lead us!â and so heâs had to get used to this role, heâs had to create this character to make people feel like theyâre in good handsâŠbut he hates it. He hates being the leader and being in power, but up until the 7 meet up thatâs the only thing he really knows. He never really had a chance to discover himself outside of this role shoved onto him. At first, he doesnât really know who he is other than âJupiterâs Sonâ.
He canât help that everyone has high expectations for him, and heâs a people pleaser so heâs going to do his damndest to meet those expectations, but like? We saw how stressed out he was leading the quest in HoH. He was barely sleeping and practically pulling his hair out, pushing himself to fix everything and make sure everyone was okay while ignoring his own problems. Thatâs what Jason mustâve been like when he was leading the legion- everyone remembers him as a strong and regal leader, because thatâs the expectation, thatâs what they want him to be, and he came damn well put on a good performance when he needs to, but 24/7 while heâs living in closed quarters with people? Yeah, no. He wanted Percy and Annabeth back so he could stop having pretending he knew what he was doing (and because he was worried about them obviously).Â
The thing is, once you strip away âSon of JupiterââŠJason doesnât really meet any of the expectations placed on him. Over the course of the series he starts worrying about that less and less, he loosens up and actually starts to find out who he is other than what people wantâŠHe doesnât match up to the image:
Heâs not actually the strongest demigod out there- heâs a very well trained fighter, sure, but likeâŠWeâve seen Thalia shoot out massive amounts of lightning like itâs no oneâs business without breaking a sweat. Jason has to actually ask for a helpful bolt and the effort almost knocks him out. His talents lie with the winds, whichâŠI donât think âwindâ comes to anyoneâs minds immediately when talking about Jupiter. And itâs also not a power that, at face value, seems super helpful. But Jason manages to cultivate it and makes it powerful enough to stall Gaea.Â
Heâs not strong and regal, heâs excitable and dorky. He gets so sucked in to reading some book he found interesting that he walks into a tree. He bounces and hugs people when he gets happy. He canât keep his glasses on straight and looses them on top of his head. He loves talking about history. He got so distracted by how pretty his girlfriend is that he forgot what he was talking about. He got shish kabob-ed and his immediate reaction was âI finally managed to stay conscious for an entire fightâ. He was trying to talk a goddess out of killing his friend and the first thing to come to mind is âIâll get Olympus to make an action figure of you!â. This kid is a LOSER.
Heâs not a stoic ruler, he worries about every single person under his command. Individually. He doesnât lead troops like, well, troops- he leads them like teammates. Heâs greatly affected when the people working with him are upset, and heâs very perceptive about their feelings. His constantly checking in on Nico after the Cupid scene, his understanding of Piperâs issues in TLH, his belief in Frank, his worrying about Percy and AnnabethâŠthis boy knew Leo was upset simply by looking at his DRINK ORDER, and then even though Leo offered up no real information, it took him like under five minutes of just observing him to know Leo was heartbroken.Â
Thereâs so many other points but likeâŠJasonâs story was about a boy born with crazy expectations shedding those and growing into his own person while still maintaining the sense of duty he had to the people he cared about. He had an entire identity crisis for this very reason. Camp Jupiter was his home, but Camp Half Blood is where he found himself. He loved both places and by the end of the story he came out with a strong and comfortable sense of self. He came out of it with a new path and set of expectations that he decided for himself. He went through trials and dealt with his emotions and found peace with himself and his role in the world. I think it was a very compelling plotline and not âgary stuâ like at all.Â
LeoâŠWe really have to take into account that Leoâs always assumed the role of âthe jokesterâ. Despite the fact heâs a genius, Leo doesnât actually see himself as talented and the environment he grew up in absolutely shapes that. He said himself in TLH- being the funny guy kept him safe most of the time. He didnât feel he had much else to offer, and no one around him believed he did either, people only kept him around for jokes. I think what happened with Frank was likeâŠhis default setting. That sounds bad (and it is) but it really does need to be taken into consideration- we know Leoâs only been in, like, exclusively bad environments before the events of the series. Anyone who just kept him around for a laugh probably didnât wanna hear knock knock jokes about engineers. His best bet for not getting in trouble or abandoned would be to rag on someone who was an easier target than him. Leo knows he can trust Jason and Piper, and heâs scared of Annabeth but is mostly sure she wonât kill himâŠbut then he gets possessed and blows up half of New Rome. Everyoneâs mad at him. Including the three new people he knows absolutely nothing about but all look like they could eat his tiny scrawny ass for a snack. I feel like itâs not a stretch to say he felt an old urge to protect himself kick in, to make sure he fits into this group because what the hell is he gonna do if he doesnât? The fact that Frank was already annoyed with him for looking like Sammy didnât exactly help their dynamicâŠLike, Iâm just saying, I think he really stepped it up on the Frank jokes because of his âseventh wheelâ complex. Heâs used to using comedy to make himself valuable to people. He knows he has to be on this quest no matter what, but that doesnât mean people have to want him there, you know? He wants to be wanted. Thatâs Leoâs whole thing? He already built the entire boat but theyâre mad at him for things out of his control. He feels like heâs gotta do something else to be relevant to the group so he justâŠslides into his old defense mechanism and as heâd be used to, itâs easiest to go for the easiest target. Who is Frank. And the whole weird Sammy and Hazel situation definitely exacerbated the whole thing. And it wasnât fair to Frank, absolutely, which Leo himself eventually realizes and knocks it off. But I just think itâs not fair to say âLeoâs doing this because heâs a dickâ. Like, people are often more complicated than that.Â
As for the Calypso situationâŠListen, I think Percy feeling guilt for Calypso still being on her island made no sense and someone needs to assure him that thatâs not his fault. However, Calypso didnât know that. Calypso didnât have all the facts. She had every right to be upset with Percy. It was going to be awkward with Leo and Percy anyway, because like, oh hey dude while you were in hell I made out with your ex and she loves me now. But likeâŠI donât think it was wrong for Leo to be upset on Calypsoâs behalf? The girl heâs crazy about is trapped on an island because Jackson couldnât be bothered to check on her! (Which is of course NOT THE CASE but thatâs Calypsoâs view on the matter, thatâs what she told Leo). Iâm just saying like, heâs relatively new to relationships and he heard a biased explanation of the situationâŠIt makes sense that heâd side with her?Â
The thing we need to remember isâŠLeo and Calypso both have abandonment issues. And from Leoâs understanding, heâs sharing a boat with the guy that had Severely Hurt the girl he now loves. (And if she HADNâT been so hurt when they met, they mightâve had more time as a couple before he had to plunge back into the unknown) Looking at his actions and thoughts from an outside, biased viewpoint might make him look awful and crazy butâŠFrom his specific point of view, it makes sense. And Percy was able to see that, which is why they were able to talk it all out. I just think itâs a real shame that Leo Valdez is this complex, compelling character, but people only remember him for fighting with Frank and being crazy about Calypso. Itâs reducing him. He had a lot more going on and was a very believable character with easily explainable traits and actions.Â
PiperâŠWas one of Aphroditeâs best children, though? She had the most powerful charmspeak in generations. Like, thatâs canon. Silena was a great character and a great cabin head, but she had no powers and was a relatively weak fighter. I love her as much as the next, but thatâs just canonical fact. Her strongest asset was her heart and loyalty, which were used against her, and she died trying to make things right. She wouldnât have made it on the Prophecy of the Seven quest. She wouldnât. But Piper was a powerful charmspeak, was immensely brave, and constantly worked at being a better fighter (which, again, in canon, the Aphrodite kids are not the best fighters). By the time the series ends sheâs a wickedly skilled swordsmen, is the only one who can work the cornucopia because of her inner strength and giving nature, has a dagger that can see the future, always knows how people around her are feeling, completely dominated a literal temple of fear and terror, and was powerful enough to order the literal planet earth to sleep. Piper is strong and brave and sheâs constantly working on bettering herself. She was able to not only see the other side of Aphrodite, but to fight for it to be what everyone sees. She changes peopleâs perception of the cabin and the goddess herself. She did have a ânot-like-other-girlsâ complex when we first met her, but she was a bullied kid who grew up around rich white teens in Hollywood. But itâs a complex she catches in herself and grows out of- she stops trying to be #edgy and lets herself be comfortable in her skin, grows her hair out and wears a little makeup and puts thought into her outfits- but she also stops judging other people. She learns to see the beauty in everyone she meets. She redefines her outlook. Thatâs admirable, in my opinion.Â
As for âobsessed with Jasonâ, I meanâŠit really just kinda reads, personally anyway, as âIâm A Teenage Girl And I Think My Significant Other Is Just The Coolest Thing Since Sliced BreadââŠ? Like? Heâs her boyfriend, sheâs fifteen. Heâs cute and cool and a dork all at the same time. She goes from âmega crush heart eyesâ mode to actually falling in love with him, thatâs not an obsession, thatâs likeâŠa natural progression of feelings. Sheâs always had her own storylines and sheâs fully able to focus on things that arenât Jason. But of course she thinks about him, heâs important to her? Theyâre a good match, theyâre usually on similar wavelengths, and they work well together. She doesnât think about him more than Annabeth and Percy think about each other. Piper shouldnât be reduced to a fangirl just because she occasionally thinks to herself âDamn my boyfriend is hotâ. Sheâs a very relatable and impressive character that deserves more than that.Â
I really hope this doesnât end up being like, a ramble, and that I actually properly articulated how I see the characters, but likeâŠyeah. I do love this trio.Â
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Man Buns, Hipster Glasses and Tweed || Annabeth and Percy
Annabeth and Percy indulge in some activism before the raid on the Open Hearth.Â
Percy looked out across the sea of mostly familiar faces. He had been the one who had brought Alex and Hailey Pritchard to Camp Half Blood with Annabeth after empousai had killed their satyr protector. He had been the one to convince Will Solace to go to medical school here. This place held the best memories of his life and he wasnât about to give it up. But possibly the best thing was that he wasnât in charge of any of it. For the first time in a long time he was just part of the team. As he held up a cardboard sign that read a very quippy line about Greek Pride, he couldnât help but beam with pride. Activism was something that heâd always been interested in, but now he was actually working towards a goal that actually mattered. âBlossom has done a good job with this,â he said as he slipped his fingers in between Annabethâs and held her hand, pressing a kiss to her cheek as they all waited for the march to begin, âI know the situation is far from ideal, but at least we made it here, at least we are doing something and we can show everyone that this is a serious movement. We are here to stay.â There was so much more that he was there for, he was here to protect the family he didnât have yet. He was here because New Rome was his home and had been for several years now.
At first, Annabeth hadnât hesitated when sheâd heard of the march exhibiting Greek Pride. It didnât seem a question as to whether or not she would be one to stand up for herself and her fellow Greeks. But later thought had gotten her thinking that perhaps they were only instigating things further. Were they only widening the divide by doing this? Doing more harm than good? But the sheâd caught sight of Percyâs smile and known they were right to march. If they didnât stand up and say that they were here to stay, things would most certainly become worse. Â The Romans would most likely think the Greeks were perfectly alright with being rolled over, and having their places of business vandalized. âI think weâve got a regular Susan B. Anthony on our hands. The B obviously stands for Blossom.â So here she was with an equally snappy sign and a smile as Percy placed a kiss on her cheek with the warmth of his hand in herâs. She had used her full array of colored markers and favorite ruler to make sure their signs looked impeccable. âWe are here to stay.â She couldnât help but think of the implication of the words, the notion that it could include her and Percy leading a life here in New Rome for many years to come...together. âI have to say, Percy. Activism is a decent look for you.â She was quite proud of the showing up they had done today.
Smirking gently, Percy had to admit that this was a lot more fun than he had thought that it would be. Blossomâs idea was brilliant really, by raising money for the Senate House they demonstrated that they were not only dedicated to the regeneration of New Rome, but that they were also more than willing to do what was necessary to secure their place in the city. He just hoped that the Romans and the Greeks would be able to work together. They had gone through so much in the last couple of years and he couldnât imagine what they would do if they were lose all of that now. âOf course we are,â he replied with a smile. As the march set off, Percy followed the current of people that was winding its way away from the forum and towards the eastern district. Percy knew the way well, their apartment was in the eastern district. It was cheaper, mainly because it was an area populated by students and greek members of the community. He loved it here. âI think that you look much better as an activist,â he replied with a bright laugh and a gentle smile, brushing his hair out of his eyes, his smile slid into a smirk. âYou just need some cute nerdy glasses, little round turtle shell rimmed ones, and then weâd have a perfect little prissy activist. But letâs not mention the years of military training.â
There was no one Annabeth smiled as much around as she did with Percy. Already he had garnered many a grin from her with his dorky jokes and flirty lines, and his latest one was no exception as a chuckle fell from her lips. âCute nerdy glasses? Are you saying I could use improvement?â She narrowed her eyes at him, as if challenging him to say yes. The word prissy wasnât particularly offensive to her as he said. âIf youâre using prissy as another word for knowing what you want and being able to take it. Then I accept this.â If prissy was the word that came to mind when he was speaking of a badass girl who fought for her right to stay, she would take it gladly. âWhat? Is this some new sexual fantasy of yourâs? A prissy activist?â She gave him a once over, as if judging his get-up. âAnd what about you? I canât be the only one needing a makeover. Where are you thick-rimmed oversized glasses? Youâre locally sourced tweed trousers? Not to mention your man-bun.â She tutted her tongue at him. âAnd you call yourself an activist.â
Raising an eyebrow gently at her reply Percy couldnât help the smirk that crossed his face in reply to Annabethâs comments, he knew that she was joking and that was what made their relationship so perfect. But her laugh was so beautiful that he couldnât ignore it at a moment like this. âEveryone could use a little bit of improvement, but for you, it is only that you donât quite have perfect eyesightâŠâ he trailed off for a second before relenting, âIâm joking.â He gave her a warm smile and shrugged. âWell, Iâm a very sexually liberated man, I may not have the locally sourced tweed and I may be missing a septum piercing and several anarchist tattoos, and Iâve not read the communist manifesto, but I like to think that I am at least allowed to want to see you in nothing but reading glasses and pigtailsâŠâ he gave her another signature lopsided smile. He must have given it to her a hundred times today, but he couldnât help it. The march was winding itâs way through New Rome and Percy was thoroughly enjoying himself. âAlthough, Iâll admit that I am enjoying activism, I think it looks good on us.â
Annabeth rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, which was probably the second most popular reaction he drew from her after smiling, of courseâ though sometimes they went hand in hand as they were doing now. âI know youâre joking Seaweed Brain,â she paused to raise her sign higher over her head. âI have perfect eyesight. Just like I have perfect everything.â Percy was the one person she would say most anything around, and still feel comfortable. There was rarely a time when she had to think twice about her words when around him. Such was a by-product of knowing one another for so long...as well as being extremely comfortably in love. âReading glasses and pigtails?â She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him. âWell maybe if you play your cards rightâŠâ her words and tone trailed off suggestively. As they rounded another bend of the streets of New Rome, there came a show of anti-protestors, holding signs that were calling for Greeks to either learn their place or go home and other similar messages. Pursing her lips, she turned away from the offensive signs, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing the bubbling irritation in her stormy gray eyes. âI donât understand what threat they think we are or whatever,â she said under her breath to Percy.
Percy smirked gently as Annabeth said that she had perfect everything, it wasnât that it was funny it was just that it was true. âWell Iâve seen you naked well practically on a daily basis at this point so I can more than agree that you have perfect everything,â he said with a bright laugh as he kept marching, âthat is why I am so very lucky to have you.â He shifted his sign so that the front was facing the back and the back was facing the front and went back to marching as he did his very best not to think about what Annabeth had been suggesting. That would have to wait till later tonight. The march for the first time hit protests against it and Percy found himself wondering the exact same thing as Annabeth. âI canât say that I particularly understand it if Iâm honest with you. All the money that we are raising is to help them so why do they want us out so badly?â It was a hard feeling, being rejected by the one place that you wanted to accept you. He had struggled with friends growing up but nothing on this scale, it felt like a whole community was against them.
Annabeth laughed along with Percy for another moment before shifting her sign to get a better grip on it. Part of her was wondering what theyâd be doing with the signs once the march was completed. If they were to throw them away, she wasnât entirely sure how easily sheâd part with them. Even though they were a much simpler project, they were a project nonetheless. Though Annabeth was generally notoriously organized...that didnât mean she didnât have a slight hoarding problem. âYouâre right about you being lucky.â Percy would know she was teasing...even if her rather healthy ego saw some truth in her words. Suddenly being rejected by the Romans also had Annabeth somewhat anxious in addition to being annoyed. Though it seemed a rather impossible though, if the Romans did somehow get rid of the Greeks as they seemed to wish to do...where would she and Percy go? She knew theyâd be welcomed back to Camp Half-Blood to an extent, but what about as they continued to age? New Rome was the only place demigods could actually lead entirely safe lives. âExactly! And who knows how much longer the fire might have gone on if the Greeks hadnât been there to help. The Romans did a lot of work but- it would have taken them even longer to douse the flames if we hadnât been there.â
Shrugging gently to her, Percy wondered how much luck he had had when heâd been trying to save the world every other month. âIâve always been lucky I guess,â he replied, âespecially since youâre still here, my luck obviously hasnât run out yet.â The whole problem was a lack of understanding a general ignorance that made him worry. What would they do if what they feared came to pass, their were humanitarian laws to stop mortals from doing things like this but who would police the demigod community if something were to happen. So far the Gods hadnât gotten involved and Percy expected that they wouldnât want any part in this. âThey donât seem to realise that we are here to help them out, they just all seem so afraid that we have a hidden motive and agenda.â He bit his lip and sighed as they approached the Open Hearth. âWe have to prove them wrong.â
âStop that,â Annabeth told Percy as he continued to agree with her, shoving him lightly though her smile persisted. âI might start to think you like me.â As they continued to march, they passed the rather impressive and splendid skyline of New Rome. Camp Half-Blood had been the first place she had felt most comfortable to call home, and was most certainly where her heart would always lieâ apart from with Percy, but New Rome had also become her home. It wasnât simply her newest home being placed into jeopardy, but their future as well. And if the Romans thought they could take such a thing from her and her friends, they were sorely mistaken. âWe will prove them wrong. Weâve got nothing to hide. And we know that Reyna and Frank donât want the Greeks gone, so no matter what happens we have the support of the praetors.â Though the discovery of the Greek Fire as the start of the Senate House fire had been rather unfortunate. But there was also a part of Annabeth that wondered if it had even been Greek Fire that was responsible. She wouldnât put it past the Romans to try and frame the Greeks by âclaimingâ that a notoriously greek weapon had been the cause of it. Who was to say the fire hadnât actually been an accident, and the Romans were taking advantage of said accident?
âOh donât worry wise girl,â Percy replied with a bright smirk crossing his face, âI donât just like you, I think that it is pretty obvious that it is much much more than thatâŠâ he thought back to their conversation about kids. This was the best place for them to raise kids and that was all being put in jeopardy. âThat does make me feel better, and weâve got Jason too, he has some swing left in him, at least I hope soâŠâ he trailed off and rubbed his eyes. He was almost always tired, but with everything going on it was more difficult than ever for him to get to sleep. âI donât know why there are so many of them that canât stand us, weâve only ever attacked the city once and that was a dumb accident, it wasnât Leoâs fault he was possessedâŠ.â he trailed off once more and sighed sadly, wishing that there was more that he could do to change the situation that they were in. As he reached the steps up to the Open Hearth he was received by more Greeks and college students who clapped him on his shoulder and greeted him and Annabeth warmly. These were his people and he wanted to protect them but part of him wondered if he was ever going to be able to do it. Was this a task that was too big?
âGross,â Annabeth joked once more, though the smile in her eyes spoke to how she was truly pleased by his words. Of course she knew that Percy loved her, but that didnât mean she got tired of hearing it. His mention of Jason had her uncertain though. Obviously, she loved Jason dearlyâ him being the closest thing she had to a brother, but she couldnât help but remember how the dead Roman soldiers had refused to listen to him all those years ago in the Necromanteion. If they had already begun to question Jason that time ago...who was to say live Roman soldiers wouldnât start to do so as well? But she shouldnât be thinking of this right now. Today was a time for fun and pride, and she tried to shake off the heavier conversation for the moment, though her mind continued to whirl around the subject. âSpeaking of Leo. How many drinks do you think itâll be before he accidentally lights something on fire at the Open Hearth?â
The entire situation put Percy on edge, he couldnât believe that things had gotten as bad as they had already and he hated seeing it get any worse. That was why he was fighting for this, he was doing absolutely everything in his power to make things right and part of him worried that it still wasnât enough. âVery gross.â He couldnât help agree with Annabeth, he really did agree with her, he wasnât that whipped yet. âSomewhere between four and five, there are a high number of children of Ares who signed up for the first and second cohort who are attending and they seem to have been very proud to be Greek, so it wonât be long before theyâre trying to make balistai out of a chair leg or something stupid like that.â He shrugged. âIâve got a few buckets of ice behind the bar just in case anything needs to be put out.â
Again, Annabeth only grinned in her response to his agreeing with her. âEveryone knows that Poseidon kids have cooties.â She shouted along with the chants that were being led for a moment, letting herself be swept up in the energy of the march for the duration of them. All grouped up like this, chanting for the same thing and prideâ she felt as if they were invincible. Truly, there was strength in numbers, as well as strength in having Percy by her side. âOf course there are a high number of Ares attending,â she mumbled under her breath, thinking of Clarisse and how much she would overreact to their current situation. Though she chuckled at Percyâs comment she also went on to say, âI just hope they arenât successful. The last thing we need is a fight breaking out. Itâs not as if the Romans donât think weâre barbarians already. We hardly need to give them any excuse to think it more. But look at you coming all prepared for anything. Iâm starting to wonder if you even need Riptide to automatically return to your pocket with how responsible youâve become.â Of course, if he lost the sword in battle via disarming it was still incredibly useful, but she couldnât resist teasing him.
âAh, I think youâll find that it is Athenians who have cooties, Poseidon kids have crabs. Donât worry though, it is an easy mistake to make.â Percy smirked broadly before shrugging and chanting along with everyone else. It was a shame heâd never been able to engage in activism outside of New Rome, he was starting to think that he wouldâve really loved it. He couldnât help but smirk further at her jabs at the children of Ares. âWell, at least theyâre willing to stand up and fight for what they believe in, although Iâm not sure they wanted to when they found out that a daughter of the goddess of Peace had organised itâŠâ he trailed off and smirked gently, the idea of the children of war and peace getting along was something that he wished Chiron could see. He hoped that their mentor wouldâve been proud of them. âAh, well, Iâve been trying extra hard to grow up actually,â he pointed out with a smirk, âthis morning I had diet coke in my lucky charms! Diet.â He was of course joking. Diet coke was gross. It was all about coke zero.
Annabeth couldnât help the hearty laugh that came from her at Percyâs joke, and she was only reminded once more of how much she loved him as her eyes crinkled in joy. âThank the gods we use protection. The last thing I want is crabs. Iâm perfectly happy with my cooties. At least theyâre smart.â She could see the Open Hearth coming in to view, the front of the march already filing into the establishment. It marked the end of the progression, and a part of Annabeth was sad it was overâ though she was excited for the celebrations that were sure to come inside the restaurant. âDefinitely. Thatâs one thing Ares kids are useful for. And as if youâd go near anything but Coke Zero. We maybe be getting old Percy...but not that old. Soon enough we might even progress to cereals without marshmallows in them.â
As they reached the Open Hearth and the swarm of Greeks and the occassional Roman began to fan out around the building, everyone looking for drinks and refreshments, Percy couldnât help himself and quickly found that he was pulling Annabeth into a lopsided hug and press a firm kiss to her cheek. âWe made it, and of course we use protection, who doesnât take a celestial bronze dagger to bed with them? Monsters under the bed is a very real thingâŠ.â he laughed after a second of silence and smirked gently. âAh, you know me too well Annabeth,â he confessed with a bright grin, âI doubt Iâd go near anything like that, we canât all be boring and enjoy cardboard -- I mean cornflakesâŠâ
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