#platonic percabeth

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

if the tv show doesn't show percy and annabeth being domestic together and doing dishes and trash talking tantalus like the besties they are, i'm rioting

[xixovart]

platonic percabeth rep!!

i’ve been thinking about this a lot recently. i think we need more of platonic percabeth, bc people constantly ignore the purely iconic friendship they had before they started dating. like, yk, the entirety of the first series?

anyway sometimes things got worse. sometimes, when annabeth would return home after summer, everythinf would come back. and she would be this scared little kid again wondering if her parents would ever love her. and sometimes she just had to leave because she couldn���t take it. sometimes she would return to camp, and embrace chiron, who loved her more than her own father.

but one time, when annabeth was 14, her mind took her to the jackson household. why? she didn’t know. but sally welcomed her with open arms, and percy was beyond thrilled to have her there. percy and annabeth beat the crap out of each orher with pillows. they stayed up late and watched their dinner bake in the oven. percy forced asked annabeth to marathon marvel movies with him, eating caramelized blue popcorn all night. percy taking annabeth to his favorite skating park. percy and annabeth going on late night grocery runs. sally teaching annabeth to make her famous seven-layer dip.

she was okay.

[somepsychopomp]

Everything Beautiful about the Ocean

Working on an omegaverse HoO AU w/ dark alpha Jason & omega Percy, plus protective alpha Annabeth! Turns out that rereading Mark of Athena is giving me such bad brain rot rn.

I'm playing around with a rough draft atm, I have no idea how long it'll end up being or if I'll keep going but this was a lot of fun to write

Excerpt:

Yes, Annabeth understood perfectly well that in order for their plans to succeed, Greeks and Romans would have to work together. Yes, she knew she’d have to be one of those Greeks and Jason would have to be one of those Romans. Yes, as much as she didn’t want to, she knew she’d have to work with him closely or else their whole world was going to burn. 

But she’d be damned if she let Jason Grace within arm’s reach of Percy Jackson. 

Word count: Approx. 2540

The Argo II was about to reach Camp Jupiter. Below them, the rolling hills of San Francisco sprawled far and wide, looking to Annabeth like a miniature model of a city. 

Even without her sense of smell, the atmosphere on the ship was tense and restless. Piper paced back and forth, practicing her charmspeak in case they had to appease the Romans. Leo stood at the helm with all his gadgets and controls, flying across his expansive console to keep their descent as smooth as possible. 

Annabeth waited at the port side of the ship while Jason stood proud at the bow. Their hope was that the Romans would see their long lost leader, decked in a toga and purple cape, aboard the massive war ship and at least hesitate to attack it. 

As if he could sense her watching him, Jason cast a glance over his shoulder. Annabeth held her ground, meeting his eye with her chin ever so slightly raised. Jason gave no reaction. He turned his attention back to the valley on the horizon. 

She didn’t trust him. He knew she didn’t trust him. 

It wasn’t because Jason was an outsider or a Roman. It wasn’t because he was hauntingly perfect- perpetually ready to help others, confident, strong, and always seeking to do the right thing. 

Or almost always. Annabeth never forgot, and doubted she’d ever be able to forget, the incident from months ago. 

Yes, she understood perfectly well that in order for their plans to succeed, Greeks and Romans would have to work together. Yes, she knew she’d have to be one of those Greeks and Jason would have to be one of those Romans. Yes, as much as she didn’t want to, she knew she’d have to work with him closely or else their whole world was going to burn. 

But she’d be damned if she let Jason Grace within arm’s reach of Percy Jackson. 

Percy. 

Annabeth inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of fresh air. She was so close to getting her best friend back. She cast her gaze over the side of the ship, where she was met with the sight of what was unmistakably Camp Jupiter. 

Jason described the place well enough that Annabeth felt she could recognize most of it. She saw the narrow river cutting through the valley, the Little Tiber. The river terminated in a small lake surrounded by a collection of domed buildings, a coliseum, and other smaller structures dotted in between. That had to be New Rome. Some of its buildings were in ruins, other bolstered fractured domes and there were pit marks in the fields beyond the city. 

She also spotted a walled encampment with guard towers at each corner, its gates open as armored teenagers rushed in their direction. 

They were low enough now that Annabeth could make out individual faces in the crowd directly below them. Kids in togas, along with adult civilians, all craned their necks to gawk at the massive war ship above them. 

Where is he? She wondered. What did they do to him?

Along with a description of Camp Jupiter, Jason also told Annabeth other things about the Roman side of the pantheon. Romans believed that the majority of omega demigods were too weak to survive; they were meek and unsuited to hardship, which was why most were swiftly picked off by monsters before ever learning they were demigods. Or if they lived long enough to reach Lupa, the she-wolf, she’d often make quick work of them as well. 

That was one commonality between the camps, unfortunately. Alpha demigods far outnumbered Camp Half-Blood’s omegas, by about seven to three. But they at least had a sizable omega population. It was just that most Greek demigods, regardless of secondary gender, tended to die young. And Annabeth honestly preferred it that way to the Romans, who seemed more than willing to keep their society alpha-dominant. 

Only a handful of omegas served in the Twelfth Legion, with all of them being medics or messengers or fulfilling some other kind of non-combatant role. 

Percy, according to Jason, was “probably” going to be the first exception in centuries. 

That was another reason why Annabeth didn’t trust Jason. Even knowing Percy was the leader of Camp Half-Blood and a child of the Big Three, Jason’s equal in every way, he seemed so reluctant at the time to tell Annabeth about how omegas were treated at Camp Jupiter. Jason acted almost apologetic, like he was giving Annabeth some bad news. 

He honestly had the gall to doubt that Percy would make it very far here. But the mental image of Percy relegated to a subservient role was not only laughable, it was impossible. Even if he’d had his memories wiped like Jason, and even if Roman culture was as strict as Jason described, Percy had the sea in his veins. He hated being restrained and would never let himself be bossed around or bullied. 

In the depths of the crowd below, Annabeth’s eyes fell on a figure with dark hair and tanned skin. He was dressed in a toga like the other Romans with two others at his side. Despite all the distance between them, it felt like their eyes met. 

I’m coming for you, she thought, almost like a prayer, I’m getting you out of here. 

But first, she was going to have to stuff all her apprehensive alpha pheromones away in order to make peace with the Romans. 

+++

Before he saw Percy Jackson, Jason knew he was near. Even when they were surrounded by a crowd of Romans, many of whom stared at Jason in awe, he could pick out the one scent that wasn’t like any other. The vast majority of Roman demigods were alphas with heavy, musky scents. But there was one scent mixed among all the others that was light and soothing like a sea breeze.

He raised his nose and tried to detect its source, leading the group from the Argo II until he came face to face with two very familiar people. 

Reyna was expressionless as she took in the situation. She stood proud and tall, her hair spilling over her shoulders and her cape fluttering in the wind. But she also looked tired. 

Jason nodded in her direction as Annabeth came to stand at his side. Reyna’s gaze flashed to her and Jason could see the wariness in her eyes. He couldn’t blame her. Not only was Annabeth a stranger and a Greek, she carried the scent of heady musk that marked her as an alpha, mixed with something peppery and sharp. 

Jason was no better, he smelled of ozone and warm resin. 

Then his whole body seized as he saw Percy Jackson come into view. Pictures of the other boy in the Big House did not do him justice. All the stories he heard did nothing to fully capture who he was. Everything Jason thought he knew about Percy was wrong. 

Here in the flesh, with his scent as fresh as it could be, Jason’s vision went hazy for a moment. He smelled something sweet and milky, the telltale sign of a maturing omega. But it was fused with notes of salt that gave way to a fresh sea breeze. 

The thing was, Romans were taught to avoid the ocean. They weren’t a people inclined to seafaring and they feared the unpredictable wrath of Neptune. To many of them, Jason included, the ocean was a symbol of disorder and the unknown. But if Greeks and Romans were something like opposites then Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, must have embodied everything beautiful about the ocean, including its glittering splendor and its desire to run free. 

Jason could feel himself salivating, an ache spreading in his upper jaw as he fought the urge to drop his fangs. His heart started to beat faster. He swallowed and took a deep breath to keep himself composed. He blinked hard to clear his vision. 

Percy was dressed in a toga like a proper Roman. Like a present waiting for Jason, an omega given in gift to a praetor. 

Then Annabeth surged forward. Without a word, she and Percy embraced as though they were long-lost mates. He nuzzled her hair and Jason swore, he swore, he could hear the faint sound of purring. 

He felt sparks flare up between his fingertips and clenched his hands into fists to hide them. Jason smiled for the crowd and tried to focus on the objective at hand. 

There was plenty to celebrate, after all. He’d come home. And by the looks of it, Camp Jupiter just survived an intense battle with the giants.  

Low tables and couches were brought out into the forum as wind spirits shepherded drinks and plates of food for a feast. A large table and four sofas were set up for the leaders and their parties, which meant Jason, Reyna, Octavian, and Percy all sat in close proximity along with their guests. Annabeth sat close to Percy’s side while Leo and Piper sat between her and Jason. 

Two more demigods that Jason didn’t recognize sat to Percy’s other side, a large boy with dark cropped hair and a smaller girl with bright golden eyes. Percy introduced them as Frank and Hazel, his friends that he’d gone on a quest with to Alaska to recover the camp’s golden eagle. 

As Percy gestured to them, Jason couldn’t help but notice the SPQR tattoo on his arm, plus a trident and a single stripe. Annabeth also noticed it, judging by the way she froze.

He’s already one of us. 

Which meant, at least to his inner alpha, that Percy was already Jason’s. But all that would have to wait for now.

Playing the part of a perfect praetor, Jason did his part to relay his own adventures, including arriving at Camp Half-Blood with no memories of his past and venturing to the Wolf House to free Hera. He was thankful he had Piper and Leo to help fill in all the details because it was truly hard to focus on anything other than the smell of omega in the air. 

A lot of demigods here didn’t bother with scent blockers or patches. Everyone knew nearly everyone else was an alpha and it was seen as a test of fortitude to not wear them. In theory, a properly disciplined Roman soldier wouldn’t need anything to hide their pheromones because they’d be in perfect control of their emotions. Still, Jason knew a lot of campers had secret stashes of scent-neutralizing deodorant. 

Percy didn’t use deodorant, blockers, or patches, though. He didn’t wear a protective leather collar to cover his mating glands the way all other Roman omegas did. He was somehow able to resist cowering among hundreds of intermingling alpha scents and all their pheromones. 

Jason took in that sweet, breezy smell with every breath. He drank in the sight of Percy’s beautiful green eyes. He wanted to run his fingers through that gray lock of hair Percy had at his temple. 

A small part of him wanted to leap across the table, pin down that brave little omega, and bite into his glands with everything he had. He had enough strength to restrain himself, thankfully. That, and he was certain Annabeth would be quick enough to slit his throat before he ever made contact with Percy’s neck. 

How is he doing it? Jason wondered. 

How was Percy Jackson acting like a Roman? An alpha?

+++

After making initial contact with the Romans and winning their temporary trust, Annabeth organized all her worries from greatest to least. 

Gain the Romans’ good will. Scope out their numbers, defenses, and abilities. Get their help. Head east. Somewhere on that list, maybe higher than everything else, was surveying Percy. She’d seen the tattoo on his arm and it made her skin crawl. It wasn’t like Jason, who’d been born Roman and grew up knowing their ways. Seeing that same tattoo on Percy felt wrong. Like he was marked as their property. 

She was at least happy that he wasn’t hurt. He didn’t have any air of distress to him. Far from it; rather, he looked taller, tanner, more strongly built. But he was still familiar and that was what mattered to her the most. He still had his long, windswept hair and his trouble-maker smile. He hadn’t shaken off his omega frame, either. Percy was still lithe with long legs and a narrow, tapered waist. Despite being such an accomplished sword fighter, his hands were still slender, if not covered with the same nicks, old scars, and calluses he had since he was twelve. 

But Annabeth was very perceptive. His hips had filled out a bit, she was certain of it. His chest, too. Percy was a pretty flat-chested omega when she last saw him, even when he wasn’t wearing a sports bra. Not that there was anything wrong with that. He was a male omega, after all. They typically didn’t develop breasts as noticeable as female omegas or alphas. But now that she was looking, there was definitely a gentle curve to his chest. 

He grew a lot, was her conclusion. Percy was stronger, sure, but he also became even more beautiful. It partly served as a painful reminder for how long he’d been missing, that he could change so much in that time. But even though he was stronger now, he was still clearly built for speed and agility. He never was and never will be a beefy meathead like some of the Ares kids back at Camp Half-Blood. Or Frank, if he wasn’t so nice. Or Jason, for that matter. 

Jason had the build of a very traditional swordsman and alpha. He was quite muscular with broad shoulders and strong arms. Looking at the two of them side by side, it was like Jason and Percy were equal and opposites. Greek and Roman. The sea and sky. Alpha and omega. 

Annabeth also noticed how much Jason was staring at her best friend. She did her best not to glare daggers or put out any hostile pheromones. Unlike the Romans, who stunk of pride and power, it was much more common for campers at Camp Half-Blood to wear patches or use blockers out of courtesy. Annabeth scratched at the adhesive patch on the side of her neck. 

Though she never gave a specific reason why, back when the Argo II was under construction, she installed the specialized lock on Percy’s cabin door herself. When Leo asked what she was doing with one of his drills, she simply said that the only omega on board deserved to have a little extra security. 

It made her feel vaguely dirty and sexist, acting like Percy needed more protection than anyone else. Leo was surprised at first but he trusted her judgment. Really, the lock, which was enchanted to resist picking, was meant to keep out only one alpha. 

She was still glad she did it now. She decided before arriving in California that as soon as she found Percy, he was not leaving her sight. Even if it did make her feel even more like a knothead alpha.

[pjo-tvs-version]

Unpopular opinion time.....

So remember that time in Mark of Athena where Annabeth said that she had a crush on him since they were twelve? I have some doubts on that. I truly whole heartedly believed that till the end of The Lightning Thief, Annabeth liked Percy as a friend 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺. We can see from the very first book that Annabeth is a very calculative individual and that is shown very clearly in throughout the entire series. You should also remember that there was an one sided rivalry atleast till the train scene where Annabeth actually opens up. The reason she agreed to put up with Percy atleast till a certain point is because she wanted a quest and literally no other reason. She wanted to hate him obviously because he was the Son of Poseidon but she did admire his good qualities and I believe in a platonic way only. I think that Annabeth started developing a crush on Percy during the Sea of Monsters. Maybe because they were alone for most of the journey and hence kind of relied on each other extensively. Maybe she got to know Percy a little better now and NOW developed a crush. In my opinion Annabeth and Percy's relationship was platonic very clearly till Sea of Monsters. I guess the quest to get Grover really did bring those two close together and made them see each other in a way beyond friends. I feel like Rick just put that line of the crush in Mark of Athena for just a "Invisible String" or soulmate angle which personally I don't like because Percabeth in my opinions are the epitome of Enemies to Friends to Lovers (Just like Anna and Gilbert from the book series Anne of Green Gables). They were friends before they developed a crush and they we're enemies before becoming friends. You can't draw a line for each phase but we all know that its there. So yeah that's about it. Thank you for hearing out my rant!

[moss-the-irishman]

Platonic Percabeth.

•In the future, when Percy has a baby, he will definitely name him after Annabeth, for example olivia/Sofia cora if it is a girl and Chase if it is a boy.

•Annabeth is the godmother of Percy's baby, she absolutely adores this baby and always ready with pleasure to look after him so that Percy can relax or go about his business.

•Annabeth would definitely give the scariest shovel talk to Percy's new boyfriend or girlfriend. This is her best friend and soul mate, even if in some way he will be harmed or offended.

•Annabeth and Percy will still stay close to each other and will still be inseparably close, just not romantically.

This is all great, especially the shovel talk one! I imagine Annabeth would give a fair ferocious shovel talk.

@ishouldsleepbut @florenceisstrange @ashthenerdtheythem

[wandnarabbit]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson Characters: Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Grover Underwood Additional Tags: Book 1: The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson), TLT, percabeth, Baby Percabeth, Baby Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson is a Dork, Percy Jackson is a Good Friend, Canon Compliant, Lotus Hotel and Casino, annabeth plays sims, Their Love Is So, Fluff, Platonic Romance, Minor Angst, Missing Scene Series: Part 1 of percabeth scenes we were robbed of Summary:

"I don't like not knowing how to do things."

"Well, that's an easy fix. I'll teach you."

or

percy teaches annabeth how to play video games while theyre at the lotus hotel and casino.

[slytherinswiftie0713]

Listen, platonic Percabeth. I prefer it to couple Percabeth, because besties are besties 🤪

[yonemurishiroku]

Tartarus corrupts Percy, in tears what's left of him begs Jason to kill him, half-dead Annabeth holds Grace's legs with all her might.

[Annabeth and Percy are platonic soulmates, Jason and Percy are a romantic couple].

.....Me *reading this, clutching my phone, muttering*: And you all say I'm cruel for all I've done...

[noctarcanum]

fanfic of the day:

i can't save us || a pjo & marauders crossover pirate au with:

a cursed, 19-year-old Harry, co-parented by Jily

Aroace plus size Lily Evans

Trans Percy Jackson (Captain Perseus Jackson, to be exact)

Sirius living his best vodka aunt life

Enemies to reluctant allies to lovers

magic and the greek gods co-existing and I'm so much better at it than jkr

everybody is queer until stated otherwise

a lot of Odyssey references and fun side-quests

a very very big found family

[hamiltonandpercyjackson]

rereading heroes of olympus HURTS knowing that nico stayed at chb because he knew that he had friends and then RICK KILLS JASON. HIS FIRST TRUE FRIEND SINCR BIANCA DIED. is nico not allowed to be happy

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

i hate how sometimes people make out rachel to be this tragic heartbroken mess. WELL FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT

she was the one who dumped percy in the first place

and the scene after that she said "I don't have to tell you what you have to do now, right?" with the next scene being percy confessing to annabeth

she genuinely CHOSE to be the oracle, if she was really serious about percy she would have not have gone along with the whole thing without being a tiny bit sad about not dating percy

she flat out admitted percy was just a vehicle for her to be involved with the greek world

she is not august by taylor swift. she is not driver's license by olivia rodrigo. she did not care less about percy once he didn't reciprocate pls 😭

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Annabeth: What happened here?

Grover: It’s kind of hard to explain, but Y/N and Percy-

Annabeth: Got it. Forget I asked

[tending-the-hearth]

annabeth "we can't ask for help or else we'll look weak" chase immediately throwing her entire thought process about that as soon as she realizes percy is hurt and percy "she's the last person i'd see as my friend" jackson being 5 seconds away from fistfighting athena and then sacrificing himself for annabeth so she stays safe they are NOT beating the soulmates allegations

[lady-ashfade]

Naive Sister

Yandere Platonic!Percabeth x naive!little!sister!reader vs Yandere!Platonic!luke castellan

-♡ ask: Ok so basically it’s platonic yan percbeth (reader is Percy’s little sister) and reader sides with Luke and is like “I chose him!!” And they are like “lowkey nahh” @maria699669

-♡ ah honestly this is really short, but this was such a good idea so thank you.

-♡ warning: short, yandere behavior, sibling betrayal?, this is drama.

he had left for too long. he hated to leave you at camp without him, but Luke swore to keep you safe. you weren’t aloud to come along, not like he wanted you to come anyway because it was too dangerous.

percy should have taken you.

you grew close with luke in the time percy was gone because he took you under his wing and reminded you of your big brother. he was kind, and taught you many things. even protected you from everyone! he told you the kids were acting nice but wanted to hurt you so you needed to stay with him. luke was your best friend.

his words got into your mind and took over your own thoughts. it was easy thanks to how percy treated you, poor you couldn’t think for your own. so when he told you how cruel the gods were and how dangerous they could be. even how your father treated your brother like a soldier and that was a perfect plan on his part.

“y/n, you shouldn’t be here.” Percy yelled as annabeth stood next to him with her dagger drawn. you creep closer with wide eyes at all the weapons pointed.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing! Go back to your cabin and stay there,” annabeth looked at you and tried to soften her features to make you feel safe, “we are all okay.” you bite your lip and nod along, you didn’t think of it and went to walk away.

Luke watched you turn your back, he couldn’t bare to lose you now. “Y/n, this is your time. Remember what I told you?” Percy glanced between the two of you. what was he talking about?

“The gods?” You turn back around.

“Y/n go back to your room!”

“No y/n! Remember the stories I told you? Come with me?” Percy tightened his jaw and glared at luke, wanting to stab him in that moment. You are his sister and he dare try take you away?

what surprised everyone was how you walked to him instead of percy. you grabbed ahold of his extended hand as the other hand pointed at percy with his sword. luke felt smug that you choose him. so he smirked at percy victorious.

“I’m going with him! I’ll make sure to be good!” even now you still didn’t understand what was happening. yet you sided with him? percy felt furious.

“you sly bastard! while I was out there risking my life you decide to take what is mine? I’ll kill you!” he stepped closer ready to lunge at him but stopped when you stood in front of him.

“Don’t hurt him! I promise brother it’s what is best, luke said so!” You point at the older boy. “He wouldn’t lie to me!”

annabeth got upset and rolled her eyes, “you think you can take her luke? in the middle of your war what would happen to her?” she moved closer like percy, “you can’t protect her.”

“Like you can? At least she will be on the winning side.”

Percy didn’t care anymore and went for Luke and pushed you out of the way, you fell to the ground with a cry. your eyes filled with tears at the small pain you felt and the two fighting before you. annabeth came over to check over you for cuts and patted your head while hiding you in a hug. she wasn’t mad at you, you were just too naive to see what was happening.

“She my sister now, Percy.” Luke smirks as the portal opens behind him, “just a matter of time before I get her back.”

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[moss-the-irishman]

Platonic Percabeth.

What is your opinion?

if you like it, I have a headcanons on this topic that I would like to share ;)

Platonic, romantic, I don't mind any kind of Percabeth. By all means, feel free to tell me about your platonic headcanons.

@ishouldsleepbut @florenceisstrange @ashthenerdtheythem

[poppitron360]

Every ship has one person who frequently ends up in hospital and the other who knows their blood type.