bi, actually

right left, baby steps

“It was Percy,” she finally spills. “It's Percy, the father is Percy.”

Saying those words out loud makes Annabeth’s stomach growl. She feels nauseous, which she figures probably is not just psychological, all things considered. She has no idea what she’s going to do about this yet, but saying the word father actually makes it feel like a baby for the first time. She lifts her gaze to take in her friends’ stunned expressions, their matching o-shaped mouths and wide eyes.

“Percy Jackson?” Piper gasps. “Percy your-best-fucking-friend Jackson?”

the trio dynamics is gold, in spite of the memory loss percy is just absurdly powerful and funny on it, even without annabeth it’s one of the most romantic books and the whole mission is original, funny and addicting. also each character has a good development arc and interesting inner monologues.

pipeyna (!!)

don’t be mad (si me le robo un besito): mortal au | reyna is jason’s coworker, but she’s also the most mesmerizing girl piper has ever seen –especially when she speaks spanish | AO3

percabeth

new york all the time. paris, occasionally: mortal au | annabeth and percy are just lifelong friends, really. they might also have a baby together | AO3

right left, baby steps: mortal au | annabeth and percy are just lifelong friends, really. they might also have a baby together | AO3

in the rearview: right left, baby steps prologue | annabeth is turning 30, and maybe she just needs to do something stupid for once | AO3

‘tis the damn season: mortal au | after years in a on-and-off relationship, Percy and Annabeth are not on speaking terms | inspired by taylor swft’s 'tis the damn season | AO3

you’re everywhere (i swear): mortal au | moving back to new york brings back too many feelings about percy, and annabeth’s not really sure she’s over him. or if she want’s to be | inspired by niall horan’s everywhere | AO3

i don’t want you like a best friend: very cliche mortal au where they’re best friends and in love and too stupid to talk about it | inspired by taylor swift’s dress | AO3

gold rush: au where percy is a roman demigod and annabeth is greek, and they meet in a coffeeshop when she moves to california for college | inspired by taylor swift's gold rush  | on hiatus for now | AO3

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you promise?: mortal au | annabeth is in love with him, and she’s terrified | AO3  archery lessons / not alone: canon compliant | annabeth is helping percy with the bow and arrow. he’s in love with her. she’s scared, and she doesn’t want to be alone | AO3 thinking 'bout sunday: college era | just an ordinary saturday night. they’re together, they’re ok, and they look cute when they’re sleepy | AO3 say it: just fluff | percy’s just braiding her hair. annabeth thinks it’s sexy | AO3 just maybe: high school/mortal au | annabeth has a huge crush on percy. maybe he’s interested too. she doesn’t want to get hurt. she asks rachel to pretend being her date | AO3 we’re family: canon compliant | percy’s missing, and annabeth really needs comfort. sally is family | AO3 home: canon compliant/future fic | percy and annabeth are moving in to their new apartment in ny. it doesn’t feel like home, but maybe it could | AO3 the best thing that’s ever been mine: mortal au or future fic | annabeth’s pregnant. maybe too pregnant for percy’s sake | AO3 whether i’m gonna be your wife (or gonna smash up your bike): college au | annabeth is a TA in college and percy is a student, but they meet randomly in a bar and things go south. or do they? | AO3

jily

i know: canon compliant | lily is pregnant. they’re only twenty, and in the middle of a war | AO3

bloody hell: canon compliant | lily kissed james. he didn’t kiss her back | written around 2018

broken frame: high school au | james and lily are best friends and maybe, just maybe, something else | inspired by alex and sierra’s broken frame | written around 2016

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i’m not cut out for this: canon compliant | james is having trouble with being head boy. lily helps him out | written around 2016 we were something (don’t you think so?): mortal au | james and lily were together in high school. james messed up. they really were something | inspired by taylor swift’s the 1 | AO3 something else: canon compliant | lily and james are glad to have each other as friends. or maybe something else | AO3

heartstopper

look at this boy and tell my he’s not literally percy freaking jackson

new york all the time. paris, occasionally

percy and annabeth haven't seen each other in seven years. maybe the distance between them is shorter now, though | one shot

It’s over 10pm on a Thursday in a New York subway station, and the gust of hot wind coming from up the stairs makes Percy regret putting on a button up shirt. He would usually wear t-shirts for work in the end of the school year, with summer coming around and the heatwaves making each year more unbearable. Today, however, was parent-teacher meetings day, so he had to at least look presentable. 

He’s tempted to check his phone for the temperature, considering it’s late night and he still feels like he’s inside a microwave. He doesn’t, though. It’s over 10pm and he’s standing at the platform in a New York subway station, and he’s also not a moron.

So he just looks around, searching for something else to entertain him. 

A rat running through the rails. Normal.

A homeless man building a castle out of used aluminum cans. Basic.

A curly haired woman running down the stairs, her eyes fiercely looking around even when she speeds up at the sound of the train- Wait.

Annabeth Chase stops in the middle of the platform just as the train arrives, and he knows, in that second, she’s seen him too. The wind makes her curls fly around her face, her gray eyes matching the blurred train behind her, and it gives her such a cinematic appearance that Percy considers he might be having a vision.

i obsessed over the harry styles ‘new’ album this weekend and it led me to write a 12k words one shot

it’s very feel good and i realized i’m apparently a sucker for writing them as exes getting back together