#percabeth reincarnation au

[percabethsong]

Ok, I wanted to talk about Annabeth being the reincarnation of Odysseus.

First of all, yes, Annabeth and not Percy. Here's why: they have the same fatal flaw (hubris), fight in similar ways (relying heavily in words and tricks), as well as this comparison being made in the Sea of Monsters itself several times, in which Annabeth (Odysseus) calls herself Nobody (again) to the Cyclops, is the one that wanted to tied herself to listen to the sirens (I know that part was changed in Epic, but let's pretend not for the sake of the intention of the comparison in the book), etcetera. In addition, I know Percy going insane when someone hurts Annabeth is something the whole fandom agrees, which is something he and Odysseus share, but let's be honest, Annabeth does not play about him neither. I would say she went even more nuts about him missing in HOO than he did when she went missing in Titan Curse. Percy could also totally be Penelope, considering their loyalty.

That being said, what I wanted to focus on this post is Athena, and how she made the same mistake again with another version of her protégée, this time her daughter. If we consider that the events of Epic are what happened in PJO, not only Athena (or Minerva, so close enough) abandoned Odysseus again in The Mark of Athena, but she said to Annabeth that she wished Odysseus was there because he would understand the map (that's a line about that in the book). She compared Annabeth to Odysseus, not realising they are the same soul.

Also, if the events of Epic happened in PJO, then it means Athena gave up of creating a world where people held each other with a little more empathy, like she said she wished to do in "I can't help but wonder". She had probably tried for a few centuries, became kinder. I even think that might be why she started to have demigods children: to a child of Athena to be born she needs a real connection with a mortal, which she didn't allow herself before Odysseus. However, with the pass of time (my personal belief is that the Romans treatment towards her would be a main factor in that), she went back to be colder. She has a ruthless father who didn't support her mission to be kinder and told her to be away from her kids, as well as humans who didn't pay her the same respect as they used to.

Then it came Annabeth, this child, her child, who is her favourite, and part of that it's because she reminds her of her favourite champion, her first friend, even if she doesn't acknowledge that. Unaware to her, they are the same person, and this time she's his mother. This version of Odysseus looks up to her so much because her mortal family couldn't understand her and she still carries the admiration Odysseus felt towards her, but without any of the bad memories.

And yet.

Yet Athena breaks her (his) trust again. Yet Athena disapproves Percy (Penelope), who in any life, Odysseus (Annabeth) would do anything for. More than that, Athena is one of the main reasons that Annabeth took so long to accept Percy as the love of her life.

So Annabeth (Odysseus) resents her again, and when Athena realises who her daughter is (because I am sure she would eventually) it's already too late. She made the same mistake, and she can hear a voice in her head calling her "Selfish and prideful and vain", but this time, this voice sounds like Annabeth's.

[literallyjustforlurking]

Mother to Hermes son (But which one?)

What if May was the reincarnation of Anticlea and she kept calling Luke Odysseus and that's part of the reason Luke hates Hermes so much because Luke feels like Hermes only made him as a replacement for Odysseus, (whether Hermes did it on purpose or not is up to you). I also feel like it would be really cool if we tweaked it so Odysseus is the son of Hermes AND his mortal father, (I know it'e been done before in Greek myths where demigods have one godly parent and two mortal parents). It would really amp up the rivarly, espically between Athena and Hermes over whose kid it is and Poseidon and Hermes arguing over the title of favourite grandfather, (Paul won, don't tell them)

Also O!Annabeth who marches towards Hermes cabin with the confidence of a king, because that is his lord father's cabin, whose then claimed Athena and has No Clue what to do with this information.

It would add so much complexity to Annabeth and Luke's relationship, both Hermes favouite sons but one is from a time when their father intervened freely and helped them and gave them drugs to help them beat up goddesses, while the other is from a time where their father can't even talk to them.

[newlyfoundwren]

More food for the Percy and Annabeth are Penelope and Odysseus reincarnated au/theory:

Annabeth is an architect. Odysseus built the palace around the olive tree/marriage bed

[wrensflight]

Percabeth Reincarnation AU

UHH,

500 more words of a different take on the percabeth reincarnation au by @literallyjustforlurking

This is still in progress, but I wanted to share here before It ended up another short fic and while it was still a drabble!

Hades knew when souls should enter his realm, at least, the important souls. He was waiting for a set, they should be here any day now. Together, never separated since the 20 year journey the husband had made.  

They never arrived. 

His brothers were never going to let him live this down. 

When Sally Jackson fell in lust with the sea god, she didn’t really consider how the sins of the father would pass onto her son. Percy was such a sweet boy, but Sally was warned to try and keep her son from learning too much about the gods too young. Scared it would draw in monsters she trued to foster other interests in her son, anything but the Greek deities. She often offered soft spoken prayers to her former lover and his wife, aware that someday Percy may have to take refuge under the surface of the water and not wanting to cause strife in her former lover’s home.  She often felt an amused chuckle when she offered prayers to the queen of Atlantis, but short of getting to be there and talk with her, some blue candy would have to make do. 

So when little 5 year old Percy came home from school clutching a picture book copy of the Odyssey Sally’s heart almost stopped. 

“Hunny, what’s that?” She asked her son as he held the book close to his chest at bed time the same night it came home. 

“It’s the story of the man from the dreams mama”. Came her son’s reply

“What dreams hunny?” 

“The island ones! He has to leave home for a big fight and it takes him a really really long time to return!” 

Sally tried to keep her voice calm and a small smile on her face as she talked to her son. “Percy, hunny, are these dreams scary?”

“Not really mama,” He said as he opened the book and started to stare at the pictures. 

The odyssey became his favorite bed time story, Sally hoped the depiction of his father wouldn’t hurt their son as he got older. She also hoped he’d grow out of this phase soon, but the longer Percy’s fascination with the odyssey stayed the more relaxed Sally grew about her son learning about the greek pantheon.  By the time he was swept away in it all he no longer talked about the island dreams, realizing they were something special.  Sally did however add Athena to her small prayer list, If Percy had a connection to Odysseus, He had a connection to the goddess of wisdom. 

Percy always dreamed of a ship sailing away from an island, a loom in a lonely bedroom, and the feeling of sadness and longing. As a little kid he didn’t know what it meant, but as he grew he knew it was special and secret. His mom knew only what he told before he learned to keep his mouth shut.  Percy knew though, that his dreams would lead him somewhere amazing.  The issue? He only knew longing, be it for the water or for something else. 

Annabeth Chase never fit anywhere until she made it to camp, but even camp felt wrong. She was missing something, someone. It was more than just her mother’s approval. She knew she was built… wrong almost. She would look in a mirror and sometimes swear she saw a different person liking back, someone tired, someone who was searching. 

Neither of them noticed the first summer, but Percy and Annabeth both felt better, more settled, after Percy came to camp. 

[strangerwheelerthings]

Why did this scene of all things, immediately make me realize Annabeth Chase and Nancy Wheeler are basically the same person.

Them: *deadly group leaders with big brains*

Also Them: *in the middle of a serious quest* DOGGY!

[clare-with-no-i]

20 q's for fic writers

thank you sooo so much for tagging me @kay-elle-cee I unfortunately could not approach this in a completely earnest fashion due to who I am as a person, so everyone please take this slightly ersatz set of answers with all of the love I intend…which is a lot I swear…

AO3 Username: clarewithnoi (pronounced 'clare with no eye')

1. How many works do you have on A03? lol I keep orphaning stories when they annoy me but for now 37 (I think?)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 403,419…what is this word city

3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, others which I have not published lol

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

not the statistics page!!!!!!! john mulaney voice that's the thing I'm sensitive about!!!!!!

one long day (all my love will make you shake) at 1,151 WOW my god I did not realize it had surpassed 1k!!! did I know that? holy shit!

I will carry you, always at 873 ok this is also shocking but I do know that my they-lived AUs tend to be more popular and they're older so they've had time to accumulate hits

foreigner's god at 701 still can't believe this <3

theogony at 682 (!!)

growing pains at 675 another they-lived AU! I really carved out a niche early on

5. Do you respond to comments? don't look at me…I always want to…I swear I just get overwhelmed…put the gun down please…

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? uhhhh jesus idk, probably the derelict art of letting go? I don't write a lot of angst but I guess that one is on the sadder side

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? foreigner's god! or I will carry you always! in one of them I contend with reincarnation and shared grief and second chances at life. in the other one they hook up in the DADA classroom. so it's a toss-up

8. Do you get hate on fics? not really, and given the number of public fights I've had on this account you'd think that people would take their dislike of me to ao3 more often, but everyone's been remarkably charitable in that regard. thanks guys <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? only if I can exorcise personal trauma through it. or if it's 2020 and I'm dissociating in my studio apartment.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no and no one say theogony or I'm turning this bus around

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? yessiree and it was not pleasant!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! a few! the ones with my permission were lovely. the ones without my permission not as much.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? naur…

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? it's like a three-way tie between jily, percabeth, and zelink tbh! but I've mainly read jily fic in the past few years I think. but this answer can change dependent on me developing a new hyperfixation lmao

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? the last time I answered this question I did it as a joke and then I wrote theogony about it so I'm going to choose peace and just plead the fifth here lest I commit to another wip that'll take three years

16. What are your writing strengths? I do a lot of (an excess of) research, I'm good at description, I am funny when I want to be, I've had some really good prose moments if I do say so myself (I do)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I am structurally a very weak writer, I can't be succinct, I don't have a great literature background so I never really know what I'm in conversation with and have limited points of reference for writing, I am very bad at writing characters who are subtle about their emotions/romantic feelings, I submit to time pressure and rush myself, the list goes on

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've always wanted to write a fic in Spanish omgggg

19. First fandom you wrote for? either Zelink or Percabeth when I was like 12 lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? theogony!

tagging @thequibblah yes I know you've been tagged already. cope <3 and @mipwrites go get 'em champ

[hauntedwizardtree]

Looking for a good title for my Percy Jackson is Odysseus Reincarnated (with Daemons) fanfic (Might Recycle one of these for my Penelody!Percabeth AU)

[sakyira]

reincarnation au but instead of Luke it's alabaster after dying and he's reincarnated as percabeths son

(Percy is wondering why his son hates him, while Nico is laughing in the background)

[readsalot1]

Hypothetically, if I were to write a Star Wars EU/PJO crossover fic, would anyone read it? I need motivation! I have lots of ideas but chapter 1 is the hard part, and I haven't managed to get my hands on any Fate of the Jedi books, so I need someone to help me kill off Tahiri in a heroic way (I was planning on when she and Boba are fighting Abeloth, but I have zero context, and a much better understanding of her early characterization than when she's older and kinda darkside). Please comment/offer advice.

The plot bit is going to be a reincarnation AU where Anahiri becomes Percabeth. I thought of it when discussing PJO with friends and remembering how someone tagged Anahiri fanart as Percabeth. Like PJO second chance at life as a reward for a horrible SW one and for helping banish Abeloth?

I want to make sure it's not too niche before really committing.

[seaweedbraens]

i was reading that reincarnation percabeth au and im losing my shit oh my GOD

DFGHJKGHJK THAT ONE'S ALRIGHT

[yonemurishiroku]

@messypenguin Love, why did you hide the brilliant in the tags?

Anw, few words about these:

- The Jasico one:

😭😭😭😭😭 I love this so much like Jason being selfish for once kahdkahs. 😭 I don’t know if it’s your intention but I can smell a bit of teenage drama and dark vibes here. ��� Absolutely in love with the idea of Jason keeping Nico and Reyna all for himself. He deserves it, and I deserve to see this trio.

Imagine tho, when it all blows up and Percy questions why Jason didn’t bring them in sooner, Jason just passively glares at him while gritting out “They don’t remember anything, I don’t want to overwhelm them.” Liar. But I like that. Wow, isn't Jason's possessive side a sight to behold.

It makes sense, you know? When you're so used to losing and this time when you finally decide to hold onto it, it's bound to go overboard.

And Nico who doesn’t remember anything so when a bunch of people come hugging squeezing him he freaks out and hides behind Jason instead. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I’m gonna cry——

Also, I’d like to propose that Jason wants to keep Nico in the dark because, in his opinion, Nico’s tragic past life is too much to bear, just unnecessary pain. He sees this reincarnation as their new chance to restart - live again, fully this time - thus he doesn’t see the need to have Nico remember. He already has Nico’s trust anyway

I think Reyna should remember though, mainly because I need someone to see thru Jason’s intentions. 🤔 Reyna fits because 1/ she’s there before the Percy bunch comes and thus sees how Jason coddles Nico, 2/ she’s also there when everything changes and 3/ she’s not only observant and perceptive but also close enough to see the changes.

Right. Nico and Reyna are definitely close friends in this AU, even without past-life memories. I don't care about one wherein they aren't.

I’m all in for Jason being selfish, but I also want someone to act as a challenge just for the drama. 🥳

I like what you've done with Percy and Annabeth here:

I have nothing against Percabeth, but even I find every word present so true. so accurate. That sounds exactly like what Annabeth would do.

When I read this, my first thought was that "Oh so Nico's the second chance" - which, you have to admit, is factually correct. Though, I think it would be more fun if it's totally unintentional/ instinctive on Percy's part.

As in: Percy would die like a fish out of water without people's love. So naturally, he would gravitate toward those with affection to spare. IMO, Percy isn't one to think too much before acting. It's not fair to Nico, granted, but it's possible.

Just to be clear, I'm imagining a sort of Nico-without-Bianca's-death in here because obviously, it's a new AU. So, a sweet, sweet Nico who isn't afraid to shower another with love, regardless of relationship status. Combining it with the residual impression of the past life's crush, it isn't that far-fetched to reach that conclusion.

HOWEVER - and I'm blaming this on you - the way you wrote the tags made my brain thrust all of these ideas into one AU and what does that mean? It means that this Percico vision would change drastically in the presence of Jasico.

And I like that.

Sue me for wanting to see Jason point out Percy's lack of consideration. 😭 Jason being the words of wisdom with his selfishness. 😭 Jason trying as he may but cannot help himself from criticizing Nico and Percy's friendship. 😭😭😭 He knows he's right and he doesn't hesitate to exploit it. Please i need that greediness.

I do believe Percy and Nico should be friends in this AU though. It makes better sense that way.

Modern AU in which the characters reincarnate as mortals with the memories of their previous magical mythological fantasy lives intact.

[literallyjustforlurking]

Fight Little Wolf (Wolves)

The idea is that Jason is Telemachus reincarnated. This would make the beef between Percy and Jason on the Argo hilarious because it's like Jason's version of a teenage rebellion but also Jupiter having to deal Poseidon claiming Jason as his grandson. Because obviously any version of Poseidon's son is his son even if it's before his son exsisted. (He still refuses to acknowledge Odysseus as his son-in-law)

Athena is cooing over having her nephew/little brother back. Hermes and Poseidon are arguing over whose grandson Jason is.

Jason does not want to be anybody's grandson. Jason gets no say in this.

The best part though is when Annabeth and Jason are stuck in CHB for months while Percy is in his coma. Jason/Telemachus finally understands how his dad felt the entire time he was away from them. Annabeth/Odysseus doesn't understand why they can't just have their family together for one day, please.

Percy keeps hearing about this Jason dude at CJ and something about him makes a shiver runs up Percy's spine. Percy (incorrectly) identifies this as hatred. It is infact Penelope just being really upset that people keep forcing responabilites upon her son.

Because of this Percy is kinda hostile towards Jason when they first meet. Jason (who is excited to see his mother, the woman who raised him, who protected him from the suitors and who he protected in turn, the only solid presence in the first twenty years of his life) totalty doesn't break down crying when Percy gives him a slightly unimpressed look when they first get to New Rome, Why Would You Say That?

Neptune is really confused on when he got a grandson but is also will to fight Mercury over grandparental rites just for the lols.

Athena is planning on duking it out with Hera for mentorship rites.

I also have the feeling Hera really likes Penelope, who in Hera's opinion is the perfect mortal wife, so she is willing to co-parent Jason with her and just cut Zeus out of the equation entirely. Hera is not willing to share with Athena.

Odysseus!Annabeth is not willing to share with Hera who not only kidnapped Percy but also used magic to force Jason to be with Piper cheat on Reyna. This all reminds Odysseus!Annabeth way to much of Circe and Calypso and, just like everything else in her and Percy's lives, is giving the poor girl war flashbacks.

(I don't know whether or not Reyna and Jason were actually dating before Jason was taken but I think it would be funnier if they weren't and Odysseus!Annabeth is just desperatly projecting while Jason is despertly projecting becasue I just got you back please don't piss off another major olympian we're demigods I won't survive the ten years it takes for you to get back home)

Did this entire idea come from a post I saw that called Jason Lupa's little wolf? Yes, your point?

[fae-lights-writes]

i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bone (chapter one)

It starts at a dusty antique store in Manhattan, over a cameo necklace. It began on a small island in Ancient Greece.

Or:

Percy accepts godhood in his first life, and follows his soulmate through her three incarnations. The first, in Ancient Greece. The second, London in the height of the Victorian Era. The third, New York City in the present day. Told through both Percy and Annabeth's perspectives, as well as through flashbacks of Annabeth's last two lives.

It was a blustery January day in New York when she decided to listen to her gut and open the door to Tishby’s Antiques and Oddities.

Annabeth Chase was not exactly an antique-shop girl. She didn’t care all that much for thrifting and she preferred to keep dust out of her nose whenever possible--except perhaps, when she was in a library. One would think that a young woman so interested in the architecture of the antiquities would also have a calling toward the vintage, but the blonde had never felt particularly drawn to old and borrowed and passed-down objects. That was her dad’s thing, wanting to hold on to the old. Certainly, Annabeth enjoyed learning about history and the worlds that came before this one--the patterns and artifacts intrigued and stunned her. She distinctly remembered being in an archaeology class her freshman year for a gen-ed credit that needed to be filled. Her professor had brought out a human jaw that dated back hundreds of years, and Annabeth had felt as if she was staring at something so much bigger and so much more important than her. The memory of it still excited her, still made her feel so small when her whole existence made her out to be a savior. It was grounding.

But owning a piece of history, even if it was an item as simple as clothing, was not something Annabeth had ever really felt a need to do. Maybe if it came about naturally, sure, but she certainly never felt a desire to collect or own.

That evening, however, as she’d been walking home from work at the architecture firm she was interning at, something had called to her. Something had told her to stop, and look into the window. Take a moment, is what she heard. Just one.

And so she did. Annabeth wrapped a gloved-hand around the doorknob, a light bell jingling over her head as the door swung open.

The shop was dusty, as many antique shops were, and full of memories made tangible, of lives preserved in trinkets.

Immediately, that little voice in the back of her head chimed in again, urging her further into the store. Annabeth wondered if the Fates were playing with her, or if she was finally losing it from all the shit she’d been through. Maybe saving the world hadn’t been enough, and she was about to face karmic justice for not doing exactly what the gods wanted. She followed the voice, though, to a large glass-sealed display of jewelry, and her eyes fell on one particular piece.

It was old--very, very old, by the way the strands of pearls were yellowed. At its center hung a cameo pendant, depicting a woman, carved into a brown background. Annabeth assumed it was a shell of some kind, but she didn’t know what. She stood there for several moments, entranced, eyes glued to the piece, something rising in her chest. Some feeling of yearning, of longing. Something deep and unknown to her.

Annabeth heard steps headed her way, and couldn’t tear her gaze from the necklace until she felt the wave of divine power roll over her.

Gray eyes snapped up immediately, meeting a pair of sea-green and a surprised face. “What do you want?” She asked brusquely. “I already told them I was done, no more. They can do their own dirty work for once.”

The god was so handsome he nearly made her breath catch in her throat--tall and muscular, with tanned olive skin and a bone structure no model on the earth possessed, and messy, raven black hair. He looked to be about her age, but that could have just been the appearance he chose. He searched her face for several seconds, those deep, swirling eyes roaming her expression. Something unreadable was set in his face, though Annabeth didn’t care. She didn’t involve herself with the gods unless she absolutely had to, and this was not a necessary exchange as far as she could tell.

When he didn’t stop staring, she barked out, “What?” Teeth bared, brows furrowed. It seemed to shake him from his daze, and she could tell the smile he threw on wasn’t exactly genuine. She could see it in those eyes, the ones she couldn’t pull away from.

The god seemed to center himself, clearing his throat before he spoke. “You reminded me of someone. Forgive me.” His voice was surprisingly sincere, what with the fake grin twisting his lips.

That was...unexpected. It wasn’t often a god apologized, forced or not. Annabeth did not care. “You still haven’t answered my question,” she said, tone taut. Causing a scene was the exact opposite of what she wanted, and she had no clue who this guy was. It was better not to attract attention. “What do you want?”

The smile became a smirk, and with a lifted brow those eyes flicked toward the cameo necklace. “That. The necklace you had your eye on.”

The daughter of Athena felt a sudden possessiveness fall over her, and her brows furrowed even more. That necklace was not his--she could feel it in her bones, as if it were meant to be hers. “No,” she said with a shake of her head. “I was here first.”

His smirk stretched, and the expression in his eyes became something else. “Were you, though?” He asked, mischief layered in his words. “I’ve been looking for this necklace for years, and you would deny me, a god, of the thing I desire?” “You should’ve been faster then, if you wanted it,” she replied stubbornly. “Not my fault you got here too late. It’s mine, I’m taking it.”

“Can you, hero?”

That stopped Annabeth in her mental tracks. It sounded like a threat. For all intents and purposes, in any other situation, it probably would be a threat. But there was something in this god’s voice, in his eyes, that told her something else was at play here.

She blinked, narrowing her eyes at him. “Are you threatening me?” She asked bluntly, and her hand itched for the knife at her hip. Annabeth could feel her blood start to rush, instincts ready to kick in at any second, but the god standing in front of her did the weirdest thing in response: he laughed .

He laughed boisterously , head thrown back and a tear leaking from his eye. The exchange was odd, and made Annabeth even more wary than she already was. After a good long minute, the god’s laughing slowed and quieted, a sparkle in his eyes.

“Oh, Annabeth Chase,” the dark-haired god drawled, a smile left on his lips. “I don’t think I could hurt you if I tried.”

Him knowing her name was not unusual. After all, she was one of the Heroes of Olympus, and its Architect. Not to mention, a Titan-killer. Her name often found its way thrown around in conversation in the mouths of gods and monsters and demigods, so it was no surprise. However, she was really getting tired of whatever game he was playing, and she still hadn’t figured out what he was doing here other than trying to buy a necklace, which seemed very much like an excuse.

Annabeth waved a hand in the air, an indignant expression on her face. She probably could be a bit friendlier, which she acknowledged, but she truly wasn't in the mood for whatever mind games this deity had in store for her. She'd had long day at work, and she just wanted to get home--right after she bought that necklace, of course. “Okay, enough. Who are you and what do you really want? If you’re looking for someone to do you a favor or fulfill some quest, look elsewhere. I’m busy.”

“Wow, some people just really don’t read up on their Greek myths, do they,” he complained under his breath. His next words were spoken confidently. “I’m Perseus, God of Calamity.”

At Annabeth’s blank look, Perseus sighed, and ran a hand through his dark locks. “God of catastrophe and natural disaster? The Grave-Maker? Surely you’ve heard of the Grave-Maker. I’m kind of infamous, as the name would suggest.”

Wordlessly, the blonde shook her head. “I have heard of you--the Grave-Maker, that is. Didn’t know your name. Sorry.”

His whole demeanor had changed; he’d started to speak much younger than his probably thousand-years, but she guessed he liked to keep up with the times. He looked young, and spoke young, and wore young fashion (what with the sweatshirt jean-jacket and Converse combo), so he was probably trying to blend in with the crowd.

Perseus gave her a deadpan look, annoyance in his eyes. “Are you serious? You’re supposed to be designing my new temple on Olympus, and you don’t even know anything about me? C’mon.” His lip was curled in an expression that could only be described as "teenager", and it bewildered her even more that this guy was a god--of calamity, no less. He was so...different than she would expect an incredibly powerful deity to be. The whole situation just boggled Annabeth's fried brain.

Annabeth put her hands up defensively, brows furrowing. “Hey, look, I’m a busy woman. I’ll get around to yours eventually, and then I’ll look into your history and symbols, we’ll talk, and I’ll design. I’m going alphabetically, so it’s gonna take some time.”

Perseus scoffed, and rolled his eyes. “You know what, forget it, it’s fine. Can’t say it doesn’t happen,” he replied with a sigh. “But to answer your question, I really am here for that necklace. It belongs to me.”

“Then why’d you sell it?” Her nose scrunched up.

“I didn’t, I gave it to someone.”

“Hm, sounds to me like you gave up ownership, then. I’m taking it.”

“She’s dead, so it reverts back to me. It is mine, ” he insisted.

The blonde shook her head and sucked in a breath through her teeth. “Eh, I don’t think so, considering it’s sitting in an antique shop. I think I’m gonna get it.” Her finger tapped the old bell on the counter twice, and Annabeth heard rustling from a backroom somewhere.

Perseus made a sound to signal his objection, but before he could say anything, a hunched little old man with circular wire glasses was staggering over. Annabeth assumed he was Tishby, and greeted him with a smile before she pointed to the necklace in the case. “I’d like to try that on,” she said quickly, her own smirk splitting her face. The shopkeeper nodded, and pulled out a keyring with shaking hands.

The god groaned next to her, but went to stand against the wall. “Martin, I can pay double what you ask of her,” Perseus called out to the old man, but Martin waved him off.

“Let her try it on, Percy,” he coughed out, finally finding the right key on his ring for the jewelry case. Percy. Huh. She hadn’t expected a god to be on a nickname/first name basis with an antique shop owner. Annabeth silently wondered what that was about, but then realized that she didn’t really care.

Martin lifted the top of the case and slid out the drawer, taking the necklace and placing it gently into Annabeth’s waiting hands.

With the old pearls in her hands, and the even older cameo, Annabeth felt once again like she was staring at the jawbone in that archaeology class: small and yet somehow infinite.

She studied it for a moment, eyes taking in the odd, filigree clasp and the gold setting of the cameo. The beautiful woman carved into it, who looked oddly familiar. She wondered if it had been modeled after one of the goddesses, since Percy had made it, or just a woman. Annabeth gently twisted open the pin and barrel clasp, and drew the necklace up to her neck, fingers twisting it back in deftly. She looked into the mirror Martin had pulled up from beneath the case, and felt some sort of peace when she saw the cameo against her throat. It was beautiful, and it was hers. Annabeth hadn’t been entirely certain before this point if she was going to actually buy the necklace, but wearing it, she knew she had to have it.

“I’ll take it. How much?” The blonde told Martin, a smile on her face as the man turned to get his card reader. She turned to Percy, a slim brow raised in triumph. “Told you I would get it.”

She thought that the god would have a stronger reaction to her taunting him with the item he’d been searching for, but he just stared at the necklace for a moment, a soft look on his face, before lifting his sea-green gaze to her gray.

“I’ve waited almost 200 years to get that necklace,” he said with a shrug. “It’ll end up back in one of these stores again. I can wait some more.” Percy had a strange, sad smile on his face, eyes focused on the necklace she was still wearing.

Martin spoke up. “Alright, miss, that’ll be one-hundred-and-twenty dollars. I take Visa, Mastercard, and American Express, but not Discover.”

Damn, expensive, she thought to herself. But she’d made a show of wanting it, and she wasn’t going to back down now. Annabeth quickly dug her credit card out of her wallet, handing it over to Martin as she untwisted the clasp.

“You know, Percy,” she began, turning to face the god, but he wasn’t where he had last been standing. She glanced around the shop, confused at his sudden disappearance. Annabeth hadn’t heard him leave, so she assumed that he did whatever gods do and teleported out of there or something. She was pulled out of her thoughts when Martin asked for the necklace, so he could wrap it up. She was loath to hand it over, but she did, satisfied once the package was back in her hand.

Annabeth shoved it into the inside pocket of her long brown coat for safekeeping, bid Martin a thanks and goodbye, and made her way out of the shop.

It had been a very...interesting evening. An encounter with a god of catastrophe and buying an old-ass necklace was not something she’d expected for that night and certainly not together. Annabeth had enough time to catch the next train, grab some takeout, and maybe take a relaxing bath before she had to get in bed, so at least it would be a normal end to a not-normal night.

When she finally arrived at her apartment, take out in hand, Annabeth set the necklace on her countertop, gazing at it as she ate. Part of her had a feeling the Fates were toying with her life threads again, and she couldn’t help but wonder what the necklace meant to Percy. He made it as though it was something very important to him, but really, what was a simple necklace to a god?

She pushed the thought aside and tucked the necklace back in its box, placing it on her dresser before she tucked herself into bed.

Her dreams were of pearls, sea green eyes, and the ground breaking apart at her feet.

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Blocks away in a dimly lit alley, a god tries to piece himself back together.

Percy felt as though a wound had ripped itself open in his chest, as though he were bleeding out on the dirty concrete. His face was crumpled up, tears drying on his cheeks.

He’d found her. He had gotten his wish. I deserve this , he thought bitterly. He hadn’t been able to make it very far from the antique shop before he collapsed, the pain of it all sending him to his knees.

That necklace. Those eyes. The ones that had followed--no, haunted him for over two thousand years. They were the same color, just like her first two lives. Storm clouds made hard as steel.

Percy wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure this. He wasn’t sure he could endure her saying no again.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to kill the Fates, he wanted to destroy something like he was meant to do. Percy just wanted the pain to end, to stop the suffering.The god wasn’t certain how long he’d been sitting in the alleyway. At some point, he nearly fell asleep. And then she showed up.

Not even opening his eyes, Percy just groaned and rested his forearms on his knees. “What do you want?” He spat out, venom in his voice.

The sound of heels clicked closer to him, and he opened one eye to stare up at her. She looked different from the last time he’d seen her--tonight, she had dark brown skin and long braids and was wearing a pantsuit, eyes ever-changing, beautiful as she always was.

“You have to stop torturing yourself like this, Perseus,” Aphrodite said softly, a small frown marring her features, expression concerned. Of course it was her who came. She always did, but he had never had the heart to tell her she just made it worse. She at least seemed to genuinely care.

His hands smoothed over his face. Percy didn't want to hear this. He wanted to be left alone. “Stop.”

“You are causing your own suffering. Let her go,” she insisted, voice gaining sternness.

Percy just laughed, the sound miserable. He felt like he was choking on it, the same way he'd choked when he saw Annabeth's eyes, felt that flash of recognition. Felt the thread connecting them. “You of all people know I can’t do that. You know why.”

Aphrodite’s face contorted with annoyance. “I tried my best to make sure your paths wouldn’t cross. I’m sure the Fates had their own plans, but I did everything you asked. And yet you still sought her out. Look at the state you’re in, Perseus. Look at what you’ve done to yourself!”

She probably had a point. He was sure he looked awful, but he doubted she was talking about his appearance. The Olympians were beginning to question his ability to perform, as Zeus had called it. The thought made him snicker.

The goddess continued on with her lecture. “We need you sane, Perseus, and frankly, I don’t know if you’re going to last to this one’s death. Quit punishing yourself.”

Percy looked up into Aphrodite’s changing eyes, face blank. “I deserve this.”

That seemed to set her off, and Aphrodite’s feature shifted to anger, eyes blazing with rage. “I have tried to help you as best as I could, Perseus. No more. If you want to believe you deserve to suffer for eternity, so be it. I won’t burden myself with trying to help someone who refuses aid at every turn.” She leaned down in front of him then, face close to his. “You’ll have to avoid her yourself from now on. Good luck,” Aphrodite said bitterly.

In a puff of smoke that smelled like roses, she was gone, and Percy rested his head against the brick once again, and drifted off to sleep.

He dreamt of gray eyes, a cameo, and a fall.

[wrensflight]

I Just Gotta Know if You're Gonna Stay

Drabble time!!!!

Riptide disappears from Percy's pocket, and ends up in the hands of Jason Grace

Percy Jackson didn’t know where his pen went. Which wouldn’t be a terrible thing if he wasn’t Percy Jackson. If his sword wasn’t you know, a weapon of destruction. At least he and Annabeth were at campo today. No quests yet, but the day was early. When he meet up with the love of his life Annabeth looked at him confused by the stressed look on Percy’s face. 

“P, what’s wrong?”. She got a worried look in her Gray eyes. “Whats’s going on?”

“Nothing Annabeth,” He said as he glanced around. The people who had been on Odysseus’s crew that were currently campers weren’t around and he never knew who was watching them these days, both sets of their parent’s were over protective and gods forbid Hermes, Athena, Poseidon, or worse, Sally learn something was wrong.

Across the country Jason grace was out of New Rome, he needed a break from the hustle and bustle of it all. Then, he noticed a strange weight in his pocket. He pulled out a pen, only when he uncapped it. It wasn’t a pen it was a sword. It felt right in his hands, balanced and like safety. That’s when the monster’s attacked. Jason couldn’t believe he left HIS weapon back in the barracks. 

After slaying the monsters the sword turned back into a pen and disappeared from his hands. 

“Well that was strange.”

It wasn’t until years later when Jason meet Percy, that he understood what had happened.  It was on Half-Blood hill. A little way from the tree, the fleece, the dragon that Jason saw Perseus Jackson for the first time. 

“M.. Mom?” Jason asked softly looking at the young man in front of him holding Riptide in his hands. 

“Telemachus, Hunny stand back.” Came the response as Percy Jackson took up a fighting stance. 

After the fight while wrapped in his mother’s arms Jason said something, “Your sword saved me once”.

“I promised to protect you in every life,” Percy said as he looked into Jason’s eyes.  This, the last, even the next”. Penelope set a gentle kiss to her son’s brow. “Lets go find your father,”

“She’s been looking for you”. 

“Well maybe it was her turn to wait.” 

They both laughed as mother and son, cousins, interconnected souls, walked toward a tree on a hill

a joint venture with @literallyjustforlurking

[reconstructwriter]

So here's my list! So many WIPs. Long Post!

I’m No Atlas

Stand Above the Blood

Will the Wolf Survive

The Most Dangerous Duel

Clones Attracted to Jedi

Star Wars Christmas Carol Anakin

Jango Fett Fix-it

The Vode with Ferus

Field Trip Fix-it

Haunted Clones

Reverse Trio

No More

Phantom Slave

Professor Phantom

The Phantom Wizard

The Most Dangerous Game

Dresden Gets Drafted

Animorph Files

Desperate Times

Final Fantasy with Heroes of Olympus Characters

Evilena’s Apprentice

Sephiroth’s Defeat

The Silver Stag

Harry Potter in Final Fantasy 7

Chaos Theory

Harry Dresden and the Demon Lord

Bigotry

Harry Potter and the Animorphs

Harry Potter reincarnation Crossovers

Harry Phantom

Poor Harry Potter

Raptor Raised Harry

The Dark Lord You Prepare For May Be Yourself

Reincarnation

Age Switch Daenerys

Gender Bender Animorphs AU

Kitty Anthro Soon Kim

Dresden in Equestria

Walking Dead in Equestria

Animorphs x-over (Percy Jackson)

Blind Percy

Clever Percy

Dark Lord di Angelo

Future Demigods

How to Tame Your Dragon

Jercy Sparring

Tarzan AU

Jurassic Percabeth

Pocahontas AU

Running From Running Towards Superhero AU

Nico vs Voldemort

Power Control

The Most Dangerous Game AU

Lieutenant Bennet Verse

A Challenge, oh Death

I choose you @panther-os, @amuser-96, @dragonciphering, @thickerthanectoplasm,@jedi-order-apologist,@shinobicyrus

I do not know as many people as I have WIPs

(sort of) tagged by @boxonthenile

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I don't know as many people as I have WIPs so I'm going to tag my mutuals-who-write-iirc and then list as many titles as I can before I run out of ones I actually want to talk about.

@atohii @reconstructwriter @sneaky-witch-thief @floresparabeatrice @spid3r-trans @noxsoulmate @blackat-t7t @necrocotta @blackbirds-on-the-marsh @overlordraax @mogseltof

Seelos Trio Time Travel Fix-It

Silas/Mace fic

the force says fuck it

Clone Pairbonds Fix-It

Kill Your Darlings

the spiderchatfic that got away from me

Trevelyan Twins

Avernus' Legacy

the great clone bake off

clawchaisong

resist

pavitr syscovery

arcehn + naml found by wolfpack

5 times hobie brown acted his age

glamim

how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya

in the land near the water

in the morning when I die

Nate

the adventures of major broody at blood gulch outpost no. 1

911 sense8 fusion

Olivia

devined

Fenders and the Blighted Titan

Tåge

Dalish Demigod Fenris

Cryptid Clone Grandma Yaddle

if mace windu had an akk puppy

Scotty + Fedtenants

he got a belly button

Lamia

SciFantasy Clone Battalions

codymer

Lærke/Lathnan Justfenders Past-Velanders

[bnesszai]

idk if anyone has watched 7 Deadly Sins but i'm imagining a painful percabeth au with the premise of Elizabeth and Meliodas' curse and i'm. It hurts but i need it

Like the rest of the Sins plot can be thrown out but just. Their curses, hhhh