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Hello! If you’re still taking print requests could you please maybe write 28 or 35 with Percabeth? 💖

this probably isn’t what u expected but here’s some angst !!!

“Make me.”

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Chiron putters around in the other room, his voice low as he speaks to Mr. D. Annabeth takes a seat and the chair creaks beneath her weight, but the sounds of the other campers just outside muffle it. She picks at a splinter sticking out of the table and plays with it as Chiron finishes up his conversation. The splinter pricks at her skin and a small pool of blood forms. She stares it, then sighs and she wipes her finger on the side of her shirt. 

“Sorry to call you here so early, but I have a pressing question that I fear you might have the answer to.”

Annabeth hastily looks up. “What is it?”

“Percy is… needed on another quest, but I haven’t been able to reach him. Do you know where he might be?”

At this point, Annabeth would spit a scathing remark about wandering around the city with Rachel, but the thought of Percy going on another mission shuts her down. 

“I don’t know,” she lies. She damn well knows Percy is coming over today to hammer out their plans to infiltrate the Princess Andromeda. In a split-second, Annabeth’s face hardens, bitter resolve steeling her spine. Percy doesn’t need another dangerous mission. She… she can’t have any chance of losing him this early. She already had one too many death scares for him and she doesn’t need to add one more to the list. Annabeth needs more time with him and she’ll take this burden off of him easily if it means he gets to rest. “I can go instead.”

“Annabeth…”

“I’m serious, Chiron.” Annabeth stands up, crossing her arms across her chest. “Percy’s not here and I’ll get it done.” 

Chiron sighs. “If you’re absolutely sure you can handle it.”

That sends her into a tizzy. “You think I can’t handle it?”

“No, child, I just—” Chiron stops himself and closes his eyes. He takes in a deep breath and tells her, “Percy is the forefront of this war and even his presence will get people to join our side.”

“I’ll get them to join.” She doesn’t even know who he’s talking about, but she’s stubborn enough to keep going. It’s for Percy. She’ll do anything. “I know Percy. I’ll speak on his behalf. Just give me the details.”

An unbearable minute passes by and Chiron nods. It’s a grim victory that slides across her skin. He motions her to come closer, over to the maps, and he talks. And the more he talks, the more Annabeth feels the dread creeping in. 

By the time Annabeth leaves the Big House, she spots Percy near the forge, waving goodbye to Beckendorf. Annabeth almost freezes before she makes a run for her cabin. She wants to leave before he sees her. It’ll make things easier. But luck is not on her side today apparently. 

Annabeth grabs a backpack and fills it with the essentials when Percy barges in. It’s thankfully empty, since most of them are training right now, but it doesn’t make her feel any better. 

“Hey.” Percy shoves his hands into the pocket of his jeans. 

Annabeth sits on her bed, haphazardly throwing her bag to the side. She tucks a few flyaways from her face and stares down at her feet. She says, “Hey.”

Percy comes closer, then sits near her, their thighs touching. She’s fixated on the way his fingers tap over his knees. “What’re you packing for?”

“Just a little quest,” she finally says, but the moment the words leave her mouth, she regrets saying it. His fingers stop their tapping and she takes a moment to look at him. The space between his brows creases and she doesn’t have to be his best friend to know he’s already angry. 

“What?” 

“It’s nothing, Percy.” She tries to downplay it. “I’ll be back in a few days. Two if I’m lucky.” If you’re even here by then. She mentions nothing of her cursed luck.

Annabeth stands and zips up her bag. She’s about to head for the stables when Percy’s hand closes on her wrist. 

“You can’t just say that and leave, Annabeth.”

“Why not?” she grits out. “I don’t think I’ve seen you say goodbye all summer.”

“That’s not fair,” he bites back, eyes flashing. 

I know, she wants to say, but she can’t help that bubble of envy curdling in her stomach. It’s rotten and wrong, but she misses him more than words can say. She rips her wrist away from his hand and snaps, “I’m going, Percy.”

She slings her backpack over her shoulders and stomps out of the cabin. The ghost of his touch on her skin tingles, but her hand rubs over it, like she can wash it away. 

“Annabeth, wait—”

She snorts. “Why should I?”

“Can you just listen for once?” He sounds exasperated. Funny. She is too. 

Annabeth whirls around, making Percy stumble so as not to crash into her. She hates that she has to tilt her head up to look him in the eyes. She hates that she can tell that Percy’s running on no sleep and he looks like he’s jumping on a live wire. She hates that, despite it all, that he still looks the same. Her best friend. 

“Why does it have to be you?” His voice cracks slightly and she purses her lips. Percy looks at the dirt before he grounds the heels of his palms into his eyes. 

When she finally glances up, his eyes are bloodshot. Gods, he’s trying not to cry in front of her and, for some reason, it makes her wilt. Her hand hovers over his for a second and Percy doesn’t hesitate to hold her. He’s tentative, like she’s about to make a run for it again, but Annabeth can’t move. Not now. 

Annabeth has a response ready at the tip of her tongue, but then Percy squeezes her hand and all her thoughts crumble. She can’t tell him the truth. She can’t. If she does, she knows he’ll take it upon himself to go on this stupid quest. If he knows and she goes anyway, he’ll drown in his own guilt knowing this quest was meant for him. 

“Because…” of you. Annabeth says instead of finishing, “I-I have to go.” 

“Then let me go with you,” he pleads with her. “We’re a team remember?”

She just shakes her head and gently pulls her hand away from his. She tucks her thumbs into straps on her shoulders and pulls it a little. 

“Please stay,” he tries instead. 

“Make me.” It’s a fruitless command because even Percy knows nothing will stop her. He stands still for a moment and Annabeth takes in the view. He’ll leave after today to go back and she doesn’t know when he’ll be back, so she savors this moment despite how it’s seeped in frustration. He’s not saying anything, so she steps forward and throws her arms around his neck. 

Percy’s arms come up and wind around her, mindful of her backpack. In a beat, he squeezes tighter and she lets herself bury her face into the crook of his shoulder. 

“Stay safe,” he whispers into her neck. 

She shivers. “Always.”

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thinking about filipino percy 😴 y’all are sleeping on him

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“i bear it so they won’t have to” + curse of achilles percy

oh this one’s a doozy, thank u emma 😋

(TLO AU)

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Percy doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it—the bloodlust. It starts out as a whisper, a simple low hum drifting across the nape of his neck. It crawls in his ear and settles inside his brain and every time he uncaps Riptide, a single persistent thought crosses his mind: Show no mercy.

And he doesn’t. Not when a hoard of monsters comes barrelling through their ranks. Not when he sees the other campers on their feet, but flagging, exhaustion bogging them down as monster after monster charges at them. Percy holds his own on the front lines, raising his voice to be heard, “Fall back!”

He repeats it again for good measure and the piercing, confused stares from them quickly fade as he gains the attention of every monster in his vicinity. A grin slides across his face and he gives Riptide a twirl. 

“How many of you do I have to kill before you get with the program,” Percy taunts. He lets one of them come close enough to sink their claws into his skin, but it just slides right off, ripping through his shirt instead. 

The monster gapes for a moment and attempts to slice through him again, but Percy just tsks and tilts his head. “Nice try, but no dice, man.”

He impales the monster in a quick movement, leaving him in a shower of dust. He grimaces and looks at the others. They march towards him, but Percy doesn’t even think. He blocks and jabs and slices his way through the dust and the dirt and he feels nothing. The curse really works. 

He doesn’t know how long it takes to slay the last monster. He just knows that at the end, he’s drenched in monster dust and sweat. Percy finally rolls his shoulders, taking in the damage. The borders are safe for now. He spots a few campers a ways away limping and handing each other ambrosia. Footsteps come towards him and he whirls and points Riptide at empty air. 

It takes him a moment, but even that’s too long, before he lowers his sword. It’s Annabeth, of course. He furrows his brows. He knows it’s her. She wipes the sweat off her forehead and tucks her cap into her back pocket. 

“Percy, what was that?” she asks, gray eyes glinting in the afternoon light. 

“I, uh,” he says, pocketing Riptide back into his jeans. “I’ll tell you later. We have to check on—”

Annabeth stomps towards him and grips his arm. Logically, he knows how tight of a grip it is, but it’s weird that it doesn’t even sting. “Did you… gods, you didn’t. That trip with Nico… Percy, that is stupidly dangerous.”

She knows. Of course, she figures it out. Percy’s just a fool for thinking he could have broken the news to her later. 

“I did what I had to do.” Percy grits his teeth and steps back.  

She tugs him closer. “You could’ve died.” 

Percy makes the mistake of looking into her eyes again, shiny with unshed tears and he falters. He can’t stand to see her cry. He musters up a wry smile and shrugs. “I’m here, though.”

He tells her nothing of what he saw as he made his way out of the River Styx, doesn’t say a single word about how the first time he ever felt like he would drown that her voice was the only thing he grabbed onto. All he does is loosen her grip with his free hand and gives it a small squeeze. 

“I’ll tell you more about it later, okay?” Her hand is warm and callused from training and it takes him a few seconds to remember he has something to say. “We need to go to the Big House.”

Annabeth just nods and he lingers for a moment before he lets go. As they make their way to Chiron, their hands brush and all thoughts of the fight vanish from his mind. 

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It’s on the bridge when he gets an inkling that something is wrong, not with the curse or with the battle itself, but him. It’s similar to the last fight, Percy yelling at the Apollo campers to retreat, but the last of the monsters are dead. All that remain is Kronos himself and his demigod army. 

He slows himself down, aiming to knock them off their skeletal horses and send them running, not maim. Their swords bounce off his skin harmlessly and Percy vaguely notes that he’s ruining his already low supply of shirts. 

The voice is louder now, but still the same. Persistent as a tic: Show no mercy. 

Shut up, he wants to bite back, but he already looks insane just charging through a swarm of demigods and coming out completely unscathed. They make their way almost to the middle of the bridge when Percy freezes, like a lightning bolt just jolts through his body. Then: Annabeth screams. 

“Annabeth!” he yells and turns. A guy stands over her, his knife bloodied and dripping. Percy sees red and the voice persists louder again and he’s almost tempted to take its advice if it isn’t for Annabeth’s weak gasps. 

Percy would’ve died, if not for Annabeth and Annabeth’s dying because of him. Because he’s too damn focused on that stupid voice in his head that makes him want to tear the bridge apart and everyone in it. She doesn’t even know that’s his weak spot. 

He locks eyes with the demigod—Ethan, his mind supplies—and stalks towards him. In a beat, Percy slams his sword hilt into his face and feels a bitter sense of satisfaction as he grunts out in pain and moves away. A couple of other demigods try to come closer, but he swings Riptide as a warning. 

“Get back!” he growls. “No one touches her.”

Kronos merely hums. “Interesting.”

Percy just scowls and steps closer to Annabeth. Suddenly Achilles words come back to him: The heel is only my physical weakness, demigod. He was dumb enough to ignore Achilles’ warnings and now his weakness is staring him right in the face, her face turning ashy as her breaths weakening. Annabeth. His tie to the mortal world. He should’ve known. Maybe somewhere in the back of his mind, he always knew, but the war took precedence. Now look where it got him. 

She’s dying and he’s surrounded by enemies. 

“Bravely fought, Perseus Jackson,” Kronos says. “But it’s time to surrender, or she’ll die.”

Annabeth sits up and groans. “Don’t.”

Percy clenches his jaw and bites back the panic at the sight. Her shirt is soaked in blood and he has to get her to a healer. His mind swirls for an escape route and, in a second, he yells out, “Blackjack!”

The pegasus swoops and carries her out and away from any immediate danger. Percy’s glad he knows what to do because he doesn’t have any time to explain. Luke—Kronos’ face twists. 

Percy meets the scythe with Riptide. 

Then their battle begins. And for once, Percy lets the voice in his mind take over. 

Show no mercy.

Percy smiles. He won’t. 

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The voice stays with him, long after the war ends. Despite how many hours he’s clocking in that affects his sleeping schedule, or the lack of one, he notices that he’s itching for a fight. 

It makes no sense. He wants to rest, but the voice tells him he has the curse for a reason. What use is he to his friends, to his family if he lets them go off on dangerous quests to get injured or worse? A couple of extra more hours of sleep is a petty consequence when it means saving everyone the trouble of getting hurt. 

So despite Annabeth’s warnings, he volunteers to guard the fleece, or to head training, or to do any of the more dangerous missions. There’s an undisputed agreement amongst the campers that they’ll let Percy do whatever he wants which is kind of weird but it works in his favor, so he’ll take it. Well, unless their names are Annabeth and Grover, that is.

But after this one quest—if he can even call it that, maybe just a favor for his father—Percy lands back on the shore, sitting with his knees tucked to his chest. His hands tremble as they flex over his own legs. The water rushes to his ankles, an attempt to calm him down but he just flinches. It just makes things worse. 

Percy’s no better than the monsters he fights. 

He wonders if monsters never exploded into dust, if they bleed like he does. He wonders how much blood he’s spilled, how much it stains his hands, his heart, his soul.

“Percy?” Annabeth says quietly. She pads over to him, settling down right next to him. The water drenches her shoes, but she just places a warm hand on his. “Percy, hey. Are you… okay?”

Her tone is awkward, but there’s an earnestness to it that makes him soften slightly. So he lifts his shoulder in response and stares out into the water. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Percy clears his throat. “Do what?”

“Go on all these quests. Try to save everyone. The war’s over, Percy. You can just enjoy camp like everyone else, too. You don’t have to do everything. You’re not Atlas.”

“Annabeth, this curse… I have a responsibility. Why let everyone else get hurt if I can do it? They’re just kids.” Percy unfolds his legs and lets Annabeth’s weight ground him. It’s like the voice gets muffled when she’s near. “And besides, I bear it so they won’t have to.”

Annabeth’s fingers find his cheek and he crumbles under her touch. He turns and Annabeth has this expression on her face that he can’t parse out. He closes his eyes and lets her smooth out the wrinkle between his brows, lets her trace a swooping pattern on his cheek. “You’re sixteen, Percy, not sixty-five. You have to let yourself take a break, Percy. The others need to know how to survive out there without you. You’re not always gonna be there to protect them. You’re gonna run yourself to the ground and I’d like to see my boyfriend awake once in a while.”

“Guess my eyes have to be open for that.” Percy smiles into her fingertips and blinks exaggeratedly at her. She giggles and it sends warmth all the way down to his belly. She stands up and brushes off the sand from pants before she holds out her hand. 

Golden light shines behind her, circling her like a halo. He’s suddenly reminded of his dip in the Styx, the way dream-Annabeth held in her laughter as she grabbed his hand and pulled him up. Real-Annabeth wiggles her fingers and he lets her haul him up. 

“Promise you’ll take it easy?” she asks. 

And his answer is an easy one. He kisses the side of her head. “Promise.”

Then they walk back to camp, their hands swinging between them. 

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✨ “Am I your lockscreen?” / “You weren't supposed to see that.” (ao3 link)

(***no gods au)

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Annabeth scuffs her battered shoe on the floor, avoiding eye contact, and stares at the hole in Percy’s sleep shirt. Gray. It’s her favorite of his. It’s weird to think he has the same wardrobe after all these years. She can even remember how it felt if she thinks hard enough, all threadbare and worn on her skin. She always used to borrow it when she slept over. She clears her throat and her hand tightens its grip on her luggage. 

She makes the mistake of glancing upwards, her eyes catching his, and her free hand trembles slightly. She shoves her fist into her coat pocket, glad that winter still settled in around them. She hopes that he doesn’t notice her movement and almost sighs in relief when his eyes remain steadfast on hers, never flickering, never wavering. 

She takes in the sight of him and the pain burns at the center of her chest. He looks good. His hair is a little longer, making it curl more at the ends. There’s the barest hint of scruff tickling at his jaw and it surprises her. It shouldn’t, but she hasn’t seen him since they graduated high school and they’ve both graduated college months earlier. But she’s immortalized seventeen year old Percy in her mind: bright-eyed and smiling and beautiful. He’s just as handsome, maybe more now if that’s even possible, and it’s a wonder that she ever let him go. 

But he isn’t exactly hers to miss. 

She says, her voice deceptively even, “Thanks for doing this.”

“I’m not letting you sleep out on the streets, Annabeth.” Percy yawns widely and gestures her to come inside. A pang of guilt rattled around her throat, knowing she woke him up at an ungodly hour, years after they'd last spoken to each other. But Percy is Percy and she always knows she can count on him, even as years have passed. Percy’s loyalty is the most precious thing she’s ever earned. It’s a simple truth in the world that he will do anything for those he calls his friends and Annabeth is just lucky enough to still be his. 

Percy moves forward and takes the luggage from her hand and pulls it inside. The warmth of his body contrasts nicely against the brisk, late night wind and she tries with all her strength not to lean into him. 

As she closes the door, Percy’s already halfway up the stairs towards his room. She blanches and hurriedly toes off her shoes before padding up the stairs after him. “I was gonna take your couch, Perce. It’s not a big deal.”

Percy snorts. “The couch will break your back if you sleep on it for more than a night. Besides, you’re here for a few days. You can take the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

Annabeth’s fingers catch on his arm and he turns, eyebrows raised. “You just said that the couch will break my back. You are not sleeping there. I literally barged into your apartment at three in the morning. I feel like that’s enough reason for me to sleep there.”

“Nope,” he says, grinning at her. He huffs out a laugh and he didn’t even sound winded hauling her bag up. He opens the door to his room and places her luggage near the closet. “You’re my guest.”

“Unwanted guest,” she corrects. 

He ruffles his hair and it’s so familiar, it makes her miss him that much more. “Who said you’re unwanted.”

“Anyone in their right mind.”

“Annabeth, you could never be unwanted to me,” Percy says softly. She feels her face heat up and she focuses on getting her coat off instead of looking at him. She throws it on the chair and pushes her sleeves up to her elbows. 

She mutters, “Well… thank you.”

“No problem.” 

He turns to go back downstairs when she finally remembers where he intends to sleep. “Wait, you’re still not sleeping on the couch.”

“Where do you expect me to sleep, Chase?” He has this smug look on his face like he knows there’s no other option available. 

“With me,” she says, stubborn as a bull. Even though she knows what it sounds like. 

“Oh, really?” he teases. 

She rolls her eyes. “Not like that. We’re both adults, we can sleep in the same bed.”

Percy looks at her for a hard second and shrugs. “As long as you’re fine, I’m good with it.”

“Then it’s settled.” Something in her shoulders loosen and she breathes out evenly. 

Percy nods and heads over to the right side of the bed where his phone laid and sat down. He has a full bed which is usually a decent amount of space for one person, but she’s going to have to avoid moving around if she doesn’t want to intrude on his space. It’s weird, honestly. She doesn’t regret saying they should share, but she’s acting like she hasn’t seen Percy for a week, not years. 

She grabs her pajamas—which are just an old, oversized camp shirt and a pair of ratty plaid bottoms that Annabeth’s pretty sure was Percy’s once upon a time—and heads to the bathroom she saw on her way to his room. She quickly shoves her clothes and balls up her old ones and walks back to Percy’s room. 

He’s sitting up against his headboard, his blanket already covering his legs, and he’s tapping something on his phone. She throws her clothes into the open luggage and slides in next to him. But before Percy can turn off his phone, she glances at his phone and gapes. 

“Am I your lock screen?” she asks. 

Percy fumbles with his hand and drops the phone. It lands face-down, so she can’t double-check to see if she imagined it. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“No, no”—she reaches out a hand to comfort him—“it’s sweet, Percy. Really.”

Percy stays unbearably quiet. 

“I’ve missed you too,” she confesses, gripping his hand in hers. His fingers remain loose for a second before he faces his palm upwards, threading their fingers together. She smiles softly. “Sorry I left.”

“Why did you?” His voice is low, barely audible. 

She knows why he asked. Before she left New York, before she left Percy, they were both dancing around their feelings for each other. A sort of fondness rolls over her at the memories. It didn’t seem that long ago when she’d sleep over at his place and they stayed up all night talking about everything and nothing, or when they’d both linger too long when they hugged to be anything other than platonic, or when they both let their affection for each other shine and everyone around them always mistook them for a couple. 

But she got scared and despite knowing Percy for years, she couldn’t help but feel like he was too good to have, that if she took it further—if she asked for more that her luck with him would disappear. So she left. Annabeth went to college across the country and let their interactions fade. She blamed it on college being hell, but she knew what she was doing. All she can say is that she hates that she hurt him. 

“I…” she starts, but falters. “I was terrified.”

“Of what?”

“You.” 

Percy stops breathing and she can feel him about to pull away. She grips his hand tighter, rubbing her thumb across the back of his hand. 

“Not like that. I could never be scared of you, Perce. I’ve known you since you were twelve when you wore cargo pants and I was taller than you.”

“Then what.” Something in his voice cracks. His head tilts downwards, blinking away his own tears. 

Her heart breaks at the sight. “You’re the only good thing in my life and I didn’t want to ruin that. But I did it anyway and I’m so sorry. I was terrified of being with you because if I lost you…”

“You’d never lose me,” he says vehemently and he turns to face her. His eyes are dark in the dim lighting and he lets go of her hand to cup her cheek. “You’re my best friend and you’ll always be my best friend even if you stop talking to me. I’ll always be there for you.”

“I know,” she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes. Percy’s thumb wipes them away with gentle strokes. “I miss you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Percy leans in and presses his forehead against hers. 

“I can tell,” she says. “I’m your lock screen, remember?”

Percy huffs out a laugh and hesitates for a moment before he presses his lips against her cheek. “Let’s sleep, okay? It’s been a long day.”

Annabeth nods and they both slide down underneath the covers. She turns on her side while Percy faces the ceiling. Her right hand rests lightly on his chest and he holds her palm in his left. She’s tired enough that just laying down makes her eyes flutter shut. She murmurs, “Goodnight, Percy.”

“G’night,” he whispers.

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Number 10 from pt 2. Give me that good Percy angst 😔🙏

have some angst on me. ty reilly 😋

(HOO AU where Annabeth goes missing instead of Percy.)

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The earth settles beneath his feet, soothed once again. Percy hunches over himself and tries not to vomit. He exhales harshly and squints at his feet. Another dead end. For the goddess of wisdom, Athena sure does have shit to show for it. 

He shakes as he straightens, sliding Riptide into the unforgiving dirt and using it to help him stand. He glares at the labyrinth and stumbles back to his cabin. The air is stale, his sheets stiff from disuse, but Percy couldn’t care less at the state of it all. He shoves his head under his pillow and breathes in dust and falls asleep in an instant. 

But demigods do not simply dream. Percy wants a whole refund on this half-godliness bloodline. For once, he just wants to knock out, but of course he can’t. No sleep for the demigod, or whatever the saying is. 

Athena stands before him, upturned nose and all. “You have failed to find her. Again.”

“You lead me around a dead end,” he snaps, bristling. “Besides, I don’t see you doing much. So much for being gods.”

“You better watch your tongue, Perseus Jackson,” Athena hisses. Her eyes flare with fury, but Percy doesn’t cower. He faced worse demons than her. He’s living in his own hell right now, nothing besides hitting rock bottom can terrify him. “I am doing all that I can. It is not wise of me to even speak to you like this, but I need Annabeth.”

“For what?” Percy asks, raising his eyebrow. “Gods cut off all contact except you. I know you’re not doing this out of the goodness of your heart.”

“She is my daughter,” Athena says coolly. “And I have an important quest for her.” 

Percy scoffs. “Of course. A quest.”

“You would not even begin to understand the gravity of it.” 

He scowls. “Sure, yeah. Saved Olympus and whatever and I don’t understand important quests? My entire life was shadowed by the one prophecy that would’ve destroyed you. Destroyed all the gods.” 

“Yet you are still here, helping me.” Athena smiles sharply, cutting through his words like a knife. 

Athena tries to force his loyalty, turning it into uncomfortable shapes that fit awkwardly in his chest to suit her needs, but Percy is not malleable. Not to her. But Annabeth disappeared, leaving no trace for Percy to follow, and he had to do something. Even if it meant going to Annabeth’s mom for help. Percy can’t lose her. He can’t. He’ll search under every rock, creep into every dark corner to find her. Desperation claws at his edges and Percy lets himself bleed freely. 

There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Annabeth. 

“I’m doing this for her,” he grits out. “And I’m doing the best I can.”

“Well, it’s not good enough.” 

“You can’t speak to me about not being good enough!” he shouts, waving his arms. “Annabeth’s missing and for all I know she could be d-dead” His voice chokes on the last word, but he swallows his fear and continues. “You need her for a quest, but I… I need her.”

“Then find her.” 

Those are her last words before Percy jolts up out of bed, sweating profusely. He wipes at his face and sits up, clenching his sheets in his fists. He lets out a hollow laugh, a little hopeless, a little insane.

Percy tugs on a new shirt and stomps out of his cabin, towards the stables. Maybe a little trip to some old friends can help him.

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biannabethchase 👉 filipinopercy

hiiiiiiiii 🥺 mutuals pls boost

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concept: percy in a barong tagalog

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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES: CH. 9 (PT. 2)

so actually check back in at the end of this post for an update on my emotional well-being 😀 JSGAKSHHD

oh no.... oh NO !!!!

😦😦😦 ANNABETH U RLY—OK!!! OK OK OK OK OK. EXCUSE ME WHILE THE NEW GIRL REFERENCES BODY ME INTO ANOTHER FUCKING EXISTENCE. NOT LIKE THIS HUH. 2x15 I SEE U I SEE THE INFLUENCE I LOVE IT I AM IN LOVE WITH IT. also: love the metaphor i truly do stan

CAN I FUCKING REST. PLEASE. SHE HAS NEVER SEEN SOMEONE SO STEADFAST IN THEIR VULNERABILITY—OK SO WHAT IF, INSTEAD, I PERHAPS EJECT MY BODY INTO EARTH’S CORE????

HEHHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEH THATS NICK MILLER BEHAVIOR IF I EVER SAW IT. THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY BUT I AM ALSO FUCKING SCREAMING. GOD. JUST... KISS ALREADY !!!!!

emma i LOVE u KEHWKWJEHJDJWKJDHDJ 😩😩😩😩 my favs and my favs...

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!! OK. I SEE UR MIND PERCY GDKSHDJSJSDB i, too, would fail to function properly like a normal human being if annabeth chase was in bed looking at me like that 😔✌️ u are doing the best u can king

THE POSITION THEY’RE IN EYE—😳 EMMA HOW SCADANLOUS 😳 NDGAKDBNSNNDNS ok but me as percy’s reaction to the ness br*akup we don’t talk about it 😔😔😔😔

HE WAS A BLACK HOLE AND ANNABETH IS THE LIGHT BENDING TOWARDS HIM. TELL ME WHY THAT IS MY FAVORITE FUCKING LINE IN THIS FIC. DONT EVEN @ ME I SCREAMED !!!!! also guess i’ll have to read for the payoff 😔✌️ (yet again: here is another example of how annabeth chase is me and how i am annabeth chase — case in point: googling if ness is endgame 😩)

WITHOUT HESITATION. BITCH OK. FINE. IM JUST GONNA [THROWS MY PHONE OUT THE WINDOW] ..... she loves him bro what the fuck this chapter WRECKED me i feel SO MANY THINGS RIGHT NOW

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UNTIL YOUR FEET HIT THE FLOOR

wait i can’t believe i haven’t read this emma 😳 a quick live read for crying percy

😩 ANNABETH MOOD !!!! also the fact that she knows him so well.... i love death

the first line of defense... tell me why i’m soft but i’m also about to cry..... and she WANTS to be it !!!! emma said protective annabeth rights and i said thank u queen

EXCUSE ME. PERCY KNOWS ANNABETH BETTER THAN SHE KNOWS HERSELF SOMETIMES AND I THINK JUST THE MERE THOUGHT OF THIS BODIES ME

MOONLIGHT REFERENCE I SEE U EMMA 🥺 blue light for a blue boy... I CAN SEE THIS SO CLEARLY IN MY HEAD!!!!!! also NOT THEM HOLDING THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD 😩😩😩 DOING IT TOGETHER... BRO

THEY CANT. I REMEMBER U SENDING THIS TO ME AND IT STILL FUCKING HITS THE SAME I SWEAR

FUCK. NO. EMMA NO 😞😞😞 THE IMAGE OF BABY PERCY AND TEENAGE PERCY... IM IN TEARS SHUT THE FUCK UP

u brough back the metaphor... god tier writing if I do say so myself !!!!

LINING UP THEIR HEARTS—WHEN CAN I REST. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

EXCUSE ME EMMA CAN U PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP !!!!! they’re 🥺 friends 🥺 first 🥺

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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES: CH. 8

hi emma im behind but that’s just more fun for me 😌💅

OH MY GOD THEY MAKE ME SO SOFT WTF 🥺🥰 the cuddling.... immaculate

IM JUST A FUCKING SUCKER FOR LIGHT I CAN AND WILL GOBBLE THIS SHIT UP LIKE CANDY!!!

let’s ignore the fact that i’m annabeth and move on MDBSKANSNDBSBD grover... light of my life... thank u for ur much needed wisdom w these idiots

GROVER DON’T LEAVE 😭😭😭😭😭 I MISS U ALREADY WTF emma why would u take him away from me.....

i’ve decided to take the hozier route and lay gently in the dirt and rot away for eternity. i don’t have a lover to lay down w so ill just staple this to my clothes 😞 he’s her home.... shut UP emma

PLEASE KILL ME PLEASE. I AM BEGGING U. ❌THIS IS TOO MUCH❌ I REFUSE

HA! making fun of business majors is my favorite personality trait im so glad sloan is one

WAIT SHUT UP THIS IMAGE IS SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I ADORE THEM

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WITCHY ANNABETH + AMNESIA??

i honestly forgot where the au originated from but... powerful magic takes its energy from memories... so you can see where this is going 👀

Athena clucked her tongue and motioned her inside. “You should’ve told me about it before you went and did that. Magic has repercussions, Annabeth.”

“What’s a repercussion?”

“A consequence, an effect. When you use magic, magic demands a sacrifice as a payment for it being used. Sometimes magic takes a little bit of your health away, or their health, or it can give someone bad luck. But when it comes to healing, magic demands memories. Memories are important, Annabeth, they hold meaning. They are the root of someone’s emotions and without them, those feelings are meaningless. Magic loves memories because those emotions fuel it. The bigger the wound, the more significant the memory.”

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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES: CH. 9 (PT. 1)

ok i’m still soft from ch 8 check back in at the end of the post to see what’s left of my ruined mental and emotional state ✌️

tag urself im emma’s self-insert HDHWJAJQKEH

MA’AM????? A DIFFERENT 😳 KIND OF EXPLORATION 😳 i see RIGHT through u annabeth...

STOP THIS GAVE ME BUTTERFLIES I- EXCUSE ME THIS IS ILLEGAL !!!!! her body recognizes percy as safety... what the HELL am i supposed to do now that i’ve read that????

ok on one hand: i fucking SNORTED, like not to be straight but 😂 and on the other hand: [brain whirs loudly] protective annabeth protective annabeth protective annabeth protective annabeth

SLOAN U BETTER WATCH UR GODDAMN MOUTH I SWEAR—😡😤 bitch....

ok yes Tense fight, sloan is an asshole, but look.... one touch from her 🥺 is all it takes 🥺 to stop him in his tracks 🥺 ...... tell me why im melting

MSGWMAHDHHANNSJS god i love beckendorf... thank u king for existing

oh my fucking god shut up shut UP SHUT UP!!!! not to be like That but damn that’s some soulmatery shit can u fucking believe.... they’re so intwined with each other.... im ROTTING

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URL CHANGE??? MANIFEST THAT SHIT INTO EXISTENCE

HELL YEAH REILLY !!!! GOTTA MANIFEST FILIPINO PERCY INTO EXISTENCE LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT

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........ found a prompt list full of the 1** quotes and now i’m tempted to reblog it and ask for prompts again 😞

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i’m in such a yearning mood rn and your percabeth fics are just really hitting the spot so thank you (& i love your writing)

thank u sm 🥺 i was also in a big yearning mood as u could probably tell too

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WIP TAG GAME

tagged : @bipercabeth (emma i love u)

tagging : um... anyone who wants to do this !!! idk who’s been tagged already i’m sorry 😔 if u see this tho consider urself tagged by me

rules : post all the titles of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and you guys can send me asks about the ones that interest you and i’ll post a snippet or tell you something about it

here’s my sad list of wips (yes.... the variety of fandoms makes me wanna scream too)

religious imagery x10 (aka the deckerstar fic)

heartbreak weather (aka the s6 new girl au)

loving you’s the antidote (aka my god!clarke/mortal!bellamy fic)

WITCHY ANNABETH + amnesia

reincarnation au (aka the percabeth fic that’s gonna haunt me until i get the courage to write it)

s4🤝s6: bellarke rights (aka the anomaly au gskshdjdj)

the poison of god (ofic)

prompts (every unwritten prompt taunting me)

s5 modern blarke voice calls

all of these have some sort of substance EXCEPT... the reincarnation au which has one line and a poem 😖