Kate

im so so sorry for how incoherent this is im a mess

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Annabeth Chase is stubborn. As someone who loves her, Percy has long since made his peace with this fact. 

Or rather, he’s done his best. 

They’re laying around in her dorm room (a room she controls the temperature of) and watching Netflix on her laptop while she shivers, and Percy knows she’s shivering, and she has to know Percy knows she’s shivering, because she is making every effort to refuse to acknowledge any of it. He has done his best to wrap around her in the twin bed, looping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest, but his body heat can only do so much against the New York winter raging outside and a girlfriend whose pride prevents her from seeking shelter under the covers. Yeah, Percy exhales city pride on every other breath, but he didn’t think teasing Annabeth for growing up at camp and being generally uncomfortable in weather below 70 degrees would manifest itself as an inconvenience to him as well. An oversight on his part, really. 

She’s shivering in that deep-set way, the one that rattles her ribcage but doesn’t reach her limbs. Her jaw is tight, and Percy is certain her teeth would chatter if she unscrewed it an inch. 

“Annabeth—”

“I’m fine.” 

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” he says carefully. 

“You were thinking it.” 

“You don’t know what I was thinking.” 

“I do, actually.” She presses her freezing finger between his furrowed brows. “You’re a loud thinker.” 

Percy catches her hand and presses it to his lips, breathing a little hotter than necessary. “So are you.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” 

Her jaw literally trembles before his eyes. “Nope. All good.” 

“Okay,” Percy rolls over and lays fully on top of her. “That’s enough.” 

Annabeth protests and smacks at his shoulders, complaining that she can’t see the show, but he buries his face in her neck and wraps his arms around her. She cackles despite herself, one of those big ugly laughs from pressure on your chest that kids in grade school used to say was the truest version. Well, this is one of the truest, ugliest versions of Annabeth: proud, stubborn, and suffering because of it. 

But she is also beautiful—strikingly so—in this ugliness, because an ugly laugh in front of someone you love is a precious thing. To be difficult in front of someone you love, to be a bother, to be a burden, is beautiful. Under Percy with her hair fanned out and her nose and cheeks a bright pink, Annabeth is an honor to love. 

He kisses her cheek soft and swift. “Take my jacket.” He feels her inhale to argue. “Human blanket or comfy jacket. Pick your poison.” 

In the end, she picks the jacket. Percy shucks the hoodie over his own head and pulls it over hers, intentionally messing up her hair and pulling the hood low over her eyes. If she’s going to be a menace, Percy thinks he has every right to as well. Still, he tells her to keep it. It looks better on her anyhow.

aang: INFP. let’s just dispel the ENFP arguments early on: aang’s Ne is far too all over the place, unrefined, and childish to be his dominant function. he uses Ne to AVOID solving his problems. why? because he’s very bad at using Te. ENFPs have an Ne-Te loop, which enables them to buckle down and get things done; the very opposite of aang, whose instinct is an Fi-Si loop: nope, can’t look at this objectively, don’t want to, not dealing with it, if i can’t see it it’s not there, it’s my fault, i should’ve been better, why am i like this? (aang is very prone to looping, actually: he won’t learn firebending again because of hurting katara, he stews in misery about the monks and abandoning the monks a lot). aang is GOOD at Fi; so good, in fact, that he has learned to balance it out: he can compromise on his emotions, and does, in a way that works for him. & when aang falls into a grip after appa goes missing, it is a Te grip: a babyish, poorly executed attempt at viciously purging all emotion and aggressively dismissing everyone else’s feelings. but aang’s story is primarily tailored to himself. it is about aang, learning to be the avatar. it is about aang, existing, rationalizing these parts of himself as the child who must save the world, the 100 year old kid, the chosen one who never wanted to be, and what he must sacrifice (or more tellingly, refuse to sacrifice) in order to get there. aang is not driven by a grand sense of humanitarianism nor does he strive for reform. he is driven by duty, morals, and tradition. his story begins and ends with aang, being uniquely aang, rejecting destiny and choosing his own path. he maintains his morals steadfastly, and bases them on his upbringing.

katara: ESFJ. i once typed katara as an Fi; INFP, i think, but it’s been awhile since i watched the show and i forgot one very key element: the moralizing. AT people. lecturing them. trying actively to influence their decisions. she is involved in other people’s lives. it is natural for her to assume this role. she is traditional, often falling into caretaker roles, but she has a keen sense of justice that causes her to stand up for herself when she is wronged. katara DOES repeatedly disregard group consensus to do what she thinks is right, but ultimately that is because she is acting on a humanitarian need to help anyone and everyone. she is prone to mothering roles, and it takes her a long time to get over past wrongs.

sokka: ISTJ. sokka is a traditional person—he aspires to be a man of his tribe, like his father before him, and takes the promise he made very seriously. sometimes to the detriment of his sister, who he just expects to do the housework because that’s what women do. sokka likes to form plans and stick to them. it grates on his nerves endlessly when he’s around people who don’t use logic—see the entire episode with the secret tunnel, and the whole episode he spends trying to convince people not to believe in psychics. he is a self stated believer in observable, testable science. but sometimes he falls back on trusting what he was taught over what is objectively a good idea: see, cactus juice. typically though, he’s the voice of reason, which is a necessity because both aang and katara are prone to getting sidetracked and doing things like running up to glowing icebergs without heed for danger. he’s wary of new people and it takes him a long time to get over past wrongs (jet, zuko). he can be rather dismissive about other people’s emotions when he feels they’re being irrational (katara usually gets the brunt of it) but he’s so witty in his dismissals that it doesn’t read as coldness (he’s a great ISTJ, the closest representation i’ve ever seen to how they are irl). he’s traditional, but also responsible and with enough balance that he realizes when it’s time to leave his home in pursuit of a greater goal (again, EXCELLENT ISTJ: he’s GOOD at using Si and knows how to keep it in check). he’s exceptionally witty, which a lot of ISTJs actually are: it’s inferior Ne Doing It’s Best.

zuko: INFP. zuko is clearly an Fi dominant, whose journey is about rationalizing his own view of himself with his worldview. he is introspective to the point of being chronically insecure, lives his life by contradicting opinions of right and wrong which agonize him all the while making sense to him personally. he is singular in his belief systems and never fails to have a unique and distinct worldview from those around him, whether it be aang or ozai or iroh. i think i originally said ISFP and that’s primarily because his fight style is so combative and he tends to have explosive reactions to things, but that’s not enough. zuko falls into an Fi-Si loop in which he obsesses over past failures and bases his self worth on this traumatizing moment, becoming increasingly destructive and angry the more he dwells on it. he’s wrapped up in the feelings, loses perspective, and the key to breaking out is to reevaluate his worldview: in other words, he activates Ne. classic unhealthy Fi, zuko has promoted himself judge, jury, and executioner over right and wrong. as he soul searches and pursues new ways of framing his thinking with Ne, however, zuko is finally able to reconcile the war within himself.

toph: ESFP. i have seen toph frequently typed as a thinker (ISTP, to be exact), and to this i must say: HILARIOUS. at what point do you think toph’s stubborn temper tantrums, acting out, disagreeing with the group out of spite and stubbornness, and running away from home was a LOGIC driven thing? she is pure feeling, pure independence, pure going after what she wants. and toph’s default state is clearly to push back; physically, and emotionally. she rebels, she pushes her limits, she goes above and beyond what’s expected of her. she has no issue with provoking conflict, and seems to actively enjoy it. she’s prone to always being in trouble, and yet she’s always asking “well, what next?” bc the thrill of it excites her. she DEFINITELY has an Se-Te loop: confront things head on, stand your ground, “if you weren’t going to block it, you could’ve at least stood there and let it crush you!”

uncle iroh: INFJ. (u have to have at LEAST one INFJ mentor in any piece of fantasy fiction worth its salt). iroh is exceptionally good at giving out advice; he is highly emotionally attuned to other people’s needs, and often knows precisely what they need. he is gently and lovingly assisting zuko on the right path, sometimes so subtly zuko doesn’t even realize he is guiding him. he clearly always knew zuko would do the right thing, in the end. iroh knows a lot more in general than he lets on; the game of the white lotus is a good example. he is comfortable making progress behind the scenes.

azula: ENTJ. she is a predisposed leader; she fits the bill of royalty better than zuko could ever hope to. giving out orders and taking command comes naturally to her, and she is very good at it. azula spends very little time self reflecting; she has formed her moral code based on what she was taught as a child, and feels no need to revise it. she’s devilishly clever and excellent at putting plans in motion and playing the long game—her takeover of ba sing sae was planned in detail and flawlessly executed. she is comfortable always looking towards what the fire nation could be, will be, should be. she has a brutal ability to quickly assess people’s weaknesses and exploit them. she takes instinctively to firebending and is virtually a prodigy who relies on instinct. consistent with the downfall of most NTJ antagonists, she fails in the end because she underestimates the value of how much people care, and how much those feelings can’t just be stamped out and brushed aside— “i love zuko more than i fear you” is by far the most explicit and the most chilling example

ty lee: ESFJ. she’s chatty, friendly, even apologizes to people for hitting them. she loves flirting and is good at it. she harbors a lot of hurt from her past. she ultimately craves inclusion as part of a group: she runs away from home and joins the circus To Be Different, but then eventually goes back to being part of a matched set and appears happier than ever.

mai: ESFP. mai gets bored very easily. she hates being inactive, waiting around. she’s highly in tune with her emotions but doesn’t express them; she shows incredible restraint and gets angry when zuko calls her unfeeling just because she’s not hotheaded.

suki: ESTP. suki is another fighter who has excellent surveillance of her surroundings. she’s always motivated to action: notice her jumping in at boiling rock without any plan. she’s clever, resourceful, and generally pretty friendly and good at reading people and getting them to like her.

hmm okay 🤔 so we already know both percy and annabeth would die for each other. it's been established by the way percy fell for annabeth, and annabeth took a knife for him, and a thousand more things.

so i honestly think it would be a little bit like a battle, like how nat and hawkeye fought at the end of the avengers series to die, kind of like that. i imagine annabeth weighing the pros and cons and being v analytical about it, saying percy's one of the greatest demigods to ever live, that to sacrifice him would be one of the biggest mistakes of all time. and then for percy, it's so simple. he thinks with his heart first, which makes him reckless, and passionate, and quick, and if you pair that with his fatal flaw of loyalty, i really think he would outsmart annabeth. i really think he would absolutely break her heart, agree that he's valuable or something, go with her plan of her closing the door (which makes her think he doesn't care at all), absolutely destroy her in an effort to fool her, and at the last minute switch places, shove her out the doors and slam it closed.

For most of their teenage years, Percy and Annabeth’s sleeping habits were dictated by forces other than their own. Nearly passing out from exhaustion on quests and dealing with the grueling schedule of school didn’t leave them with too much say about when they slept.

But now those days are far behind them, and with freelance jobs, their schedules are mostly up to them. 

It’s a shock to everyone, most of all Percy himself, that he turns out to be a morning person. He likes watching the sunrise, especially from the beach. He revels in the calm and quiet of the early morning, the emptiness of the streets in a seemingly restless city. There’s something to be said about handing Annabeth her first cup of coffee in the morning, too. 

While Percy’s early bird tendencies seem incompatible with Annabeth’s night owl schedule, they put their minds together and come up with a solution that, of course, involves lots and lots of kisses.

When it’s 11pm and Annabeth is still sketching designs even though she said she’d be done an hour ago, Percy pads into the room and leans across the table to kiss her cheek. His eyes flicker to the clock on their wall and he doesn’t have to say anything to get the message across. 

When it’s 7am and Percy is just getting back from a morning swim or other marine animal escapade, and he finds Annabeth sitting up waiting for him, she opens her arms and he collapses onto her. She kisses the top of his head and says, “Get back in bed.”

Sometimes Percy dozes off in the middle of whatever they’re watching. Annabeth lets him lean more and more into her, until his head rests in her lap. She runs her fingers through his curls absentmindedly until he eventually stirs. 

“Bedtime,” he mumbles.

“It’s only 9:30,” she says. 

  He rolls off her and stands gracelessly, taking a moment to stretch. His hands find the sides of her neck easily and he tilts her chin up gently with his thumbs. 

“Come to bed,” he says. 

“It’s so early.”

He leans in and kisses her softly, a little drowsily. “Come with me.” 

His hands slide down her arms and he intertwines their fingers. She doesn’t fight him when he pulls her to her feet and leads her down the hall to their bedroom. 

When they’re under the covers and Annabeth is resting her head on his chest while he runs his fingers up and down her back, he asks, “Do you want to come to the park with me in the morning? There’s a coffee shop around the corner that I think you’ll like.”

“Only if you’re buying,” she replies. 

Percy chuckles. 

“And you make pancakes when we get back,” she adds.

“Consider it done.”

“And you take a nap with me in the afternoon.”

“You drive a hard bargain, ‘Beth.” His voice is lower than usual and he talks slower when he’s sleepy. “But you have a deal.”

She reaches across his body and playfully shakes his hand. “Deal.”

His hand stills on her back and he can feel his consciousness waning.

“I love you,” he whispers. 

just for u kateo

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morning light, tracing fingers The morning light is streaming in at an angle, dust suspending in the air, a yellow light and gentle heat.

There are few moments like these, they know, when college and work and family and the gods let them just be. Winter is now a distant memory, the stiff air of coldness and the lack of sound replaced by a gentle breeze and white curtains dancing in front of an open window.

Percy lays beside her on their sides, faces level and the sheets pulled around them. There’s movement outside – a sleepless city – but they are well-rested. He reaches forward, his fingers brushing an errant curl behind her ear, his mouth turning into an involuntary smile. For someone who can be so particular, he thinks, her hair has a mind of its own. There’s a metaphor to be made about it: the balance of the world, the balance of the spring equinox, the balance between them.

He just thinks she’s beautiful. 

Her eyes close at this touch, pink eyelids against the spring sun. It’s illuminating, the sun and the smile she gives him in the broad daylight. Twenty three, he thinks. Could they really do it? Could they really live a life together, unencumbered and untethered to the pains of the past? 

He hopes that they can.

Annabeth delicately catches his wrist as it traces her jaw on the descent, her own long fingers wrapping around his calloused hands. She pulls his hand between their chests, inches of space and never before closer. 

Percy sees her best like this: a pale yellow light hitting her face, her eyelashes heavy in her peacefulness, the soft sounds of her exhaling. She is at peace and he would do it all – the prophecies, the strife, the surviving – for moments like this. 

Ananbeth presses his hand on the mattress between them, her index finger tracing, tracing tracing. His thumb, his palm, his pinky. She dances her fingers on the muscle of his thumb, tickling and gentle and soft. There’s a contented smile on her face as she does this, a thousand memories of this very act in the back of his mind. Annabeth pushes in the center of his palm firmly, and he thinks that a thousand and one memories of a different intimacies is worth less than this one. 

Her eyes don’t meet his, and he wonders what she’s thinking about. 

Annabeth walks her index and middle finger across his palm before she drags them back down towards his wrist, electrifying and loving and her. 

Up and down, side to side, soft and firm. Annabeth’s hands learn his again and again and again. These mornings are rare, and the sun shining on their faces in them are even rarer. Moments like these – when time stops and he is overwhelmed with gratitude for it – are reminders that there will always be tomorrow. 

Percy is known and seen and loved. He hopes she feels the same. Just as her fingers trace around his wrist, a firm pressure then feather touches on his radial nerve, he thinks that their souls are pushed and pulled together and apart – but always together again, for that is what matters most. 

This is love, he thinks. A quiet moment suspended in time, like flecks of dust in the sunbeam, infinitely small and universally known. Even so, he watches as her hand moves, and he thinks that no one has ever felt as he does. 

“I love you,” he whispers, twisting his fingers with hers, home and at peace. 

“And I love you,” she meets his eyes, squeezing his hand three times, home and at peace. 

There will be other mornings as such, he knows, far and distant, sunshine and rain, young and old. Time is a reward, no longer a weapon. He pulls her fingers to his lips, a kiss against her knuckles, the pulling of her lips into a wider smile. 

quiet warm summer mornings in bed

(no longer taking prompts, just finishing what i have) 

It’s a novel thing, waking up beside someone. 

And not the “we’re huddling together on a quest for protection and you shake me awake in the face of imminent danger or a terrible dream” type of waking up, but rather the slow seeping back into consciousness and the realization that you are not alone, that you are being held. 

Percy doesn’t understand what he’s been missing until he wakes up beside Annabeth for the first time. Sunlight streams through the window in Cabin 3, spilling over the dips in the sheets like liquid gold. It burns, how beautiful she is. 

The thing about a lifetime of waking up alone is that you never realize how empty the bed is until the space is filled. Mornings used to be cold, forcing Percy to fold in on himself to stay warm. Now the whole bed wraps Percy in the embrace of love, of companionship. It holds him like a lover while calling him into the arms of his own. 

Her hand is still fisted in the fabric of his shirt, wrinkling the cotton in her iron grip. Like she might lose him if she lets down her guard. Percy hates that he can’t take away the tension, even in sleep. 

One year ago today, he’d woken up in a room at the Plaza Hotel from a vision of the Titan Lord Kronos planning his attack on Manhattan. One year ago today, he’d woken up in the middle of a war – and that’s not even the most recent war he’s fought.

Percy wakes up on his seventeenth birthday and immediately goes back to sleep.

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His day goes like this: waking again to blue pancakes and waffles and eating them with his mom and Paul. Having a picnic lunch with Annabeth and Grover in Central Park, then driving with them to camp for dinner and a bonfire with their friends. Roasting marshmallows and singing songs and kissing Annabeth by the fire. Getting too lost in the way the firelight tinges her grey eyes red to notice the rest of the campers gathering around them before they pick them up and throw them in the lake, just like last year. Sitting around the dying embers of the fire, remembering the friends they lost in the war that ended one year ago today, the heavy silence of that moment burying itself in the middle of his chest, sitting there like a weight. Going to bed in his cabin, Tyson snoring in the bunk above him, wishing the love he’d felt from his friends that day would be enough to silence the voices in his head yelling it should’ve been me.

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YES THANK U I LOVE THIS DYNAMIC!! i have another post with more stuff which you can find here as well :)

like i said, the sibling dynamic is real okay they’re both massive drama queens and they bring out that side of each other, usually to the point of some sort of destruction

when they first actually hated each other (eg. tlt, maybe some of som), they were not allowed to be in the same room together because even if they were on opposite sides doing completely separate things, it Would end in a fight 10/10 times

after sea of monsters though, while they still don’t love the other person, there is a sort of grudging respect growing, and sometimes after one of them spars you might catch one of them grunting a “nice job” to the other, though they’d deny it to their dying breath

it keeps growing and the turning points for them to finally realize they actually really like the other is when percy sees how ares treats clarisse and feels an intense rage build inside of his chest, and when clarisse sees annabeth come back from mt st helen’s without percy and feels her heart drop

did they ever tell the other person that they consider them a friend? will they ever? absolutely not that would break the unspoken agreement between them 

only those super close to them (eg. chris and annabeth) know the extent of their friendship

like the other campers know that they don’t actually hate each other, but they haven’t seen clarisse help percy down from a flashback in the middle of one of their sparring sessions, they haven’t seen percy seek ares out and force him to compliment his daughter after one of her quests

I’ve censored names because I don’t want anyone to be sent hate, but this post and the amount of likes it got enraged me so much that I had to say something about it. This truly might be the worst take I’ve ever seen about both Katara and Aang.

Let’s address how this is harmful to Katara first. The original poster seems to want Katara to keep her scars for the aesthetic™, which is already a really gross concept, but I cannot stress enough how disgusting it is to want a female character to bear permanent, painful markings in order to give a male character ‘more development.’

We are shown routinely throughout ATLA that scars are not just physical indications of trauma but emotional ones as well. 

The only person we see who has scars for “cool” character design reasons is Jeong Jeong, but even then we can assume he received them while he was fighting in the war or because he became a deserter. 

All of these characters have these scars to serve as a constant reminder of the Fire Nation’s brutality and ruthlessness. Katara doesn’t need a physical reminder of this. She already deals with the tremendous, traumatizing loss of her mother on a daily basis. How could you possibly think that it would be good to scar Katara just to ‘punish’ Aang while completely disregarding how it will affect her emotionally?

Katara should not have to bear the emotional and physical weight of Aang’s mistakes in order to teach him a lesson. 

It also completely undermines her moment when she learns she’s a healer. She gets this incredible gift that is so special to her because it she is able to be both a fighter and a healer. These two sides of her are crucial in her fight for justice and compassion, and the healing aspect is a beautiful addition to a character who is so ‘down in the trenches’ in her approach to achieve these things.

This revelation is not only important to Katara as a character but also integral to so many pieces of the plot. If she hadn’t realized she could heal scars, she wouldn’t have offered to try healing Zuko’s in The Crossroads of Destiny. The chess pieces are constantly being set up in Book 1 in strategic and deliberate ways. I’m all for headcanons and fan concepts, but not when they dismantle the plot and characters for, frankly, sexist reasons.

Onto Aang. 

There is absolutely zero indication that Aang did not suffer the consequences from burning Katara. He is immediately remorseful. He is so incredibly guilty that he swears off firebending for good. He is attacked by Sokka, and is probably reeling over the idea that his best friends and the only people he has in this world might never forgive him for his mistake.

But Katara does forgive him, way faster than he forgives himself for this mistake, as we see him struggle with memory of hurting her well into Book 3. 

Zuko burns Toph accidentally, but absolutely no one chastises him for this or holds him to the standards they hold Aang. And sure, you could argue Zuko makes his mistake as an act of self-defense while Aang is just goofing around, but Aang is literally twelve when this happened. Don’t tell me that you never unintentionally hurt yourself or others when you were messing around as a preteen. Sokka lists an array of injuries he’s sustained at the end of The Deserter, and while I’m sure most of them were self-inflicted, I can’t imagine that Katara wasn’t involved in any of those instances. They’re kids - all of them, and Aang is the youngest of the bunch, so of course he still has lessons to learn. That doesn’t mean he should have to suffer the ramifications of his adolescent mistakes forever.

His impatience to learn firebending also stems from the fact that he only has until summer’s end to do so. It’s not an excuse for him not taking Jeong Jeong’s warnings seriously, but it is an explanation. And he learns from it. The way we see him handle fire and the responsibility of bending fire in The Firebending Masters proves that he’s matured. 

Aang, Book 1: Jeong Jeong tried to tell me that I wasn’t ready. I wouldn’t listen.

Aang, Book 3:  All this time, I thought firebending was destruction. Since I hurt Katara, I’ve been too afraid and hesitant. But now I know what it really is … it’s energy, and life.

The audacity, the gall, the absolute nerve that it takes to say that Aang, a survivor of genocide who lost all of his family and friends and entire culture, “gets let off easy too much” is appalling to me. I’m not sure how many times I have to say that Aang honoring his culture and people and going against the tide - fighting back against the notion that he can’t preserve the traditions and beliefs of his people while being the Avatar at the same time - is not, by any stretch of the imagination, easy.

I don’t know how many times have to say that a child does not deserve to live with the trauma of killing someone, but I’m going to say it again. A CHILD DOES NOT DESERVE TO LIVE WITH THE TRAUMA OF KILLING SOMEONE.

If you truly still believe that the lion turtle/energybending is an easy fix, just read this meta because they explain perfectly why it is not.

Camp Half Blood Reimagined ⋈ The Docks (sunset) 

 Can’t beat a romantic sunset overlooking the water  ♥  

Guess who the couple is. They were trying to be cute in the second image but failed lmao. (click to enlarge!)

passing one another in the kitchen with gentle touches to the other person’s back for no other reason than they can and maybe they want to reach out and feel the warmth of skin through that thin t shirt

greeting each other with small kisses that they’ll give for their rest of their lives, hands reaching for hands and arms and squeezing as they walk off together

percy’s arm around annabeth’s shoulders and annabeth’s arm around percy’s waist as they stand together

annabeth’s hands at the base of percy’s spine as they stand facing one another, a gentle pressure, dipping underneath his shirt and the waistband of his basketball shorts

hands cupping cheeks to kiss mouths and noses and foreheads, thumbs stroking cheekbones and fingertips brushing into hairlines

percy’s hands in annabeth’s hair, gently untangling the curls as she sits on the floor with her back to the couch he’s lying on, her head bowed over a pile of blueprints

percy’s head in annabeth’s lap as they lie in the park in the sunshine, the gentle brush of her fingers at his temple as he sleeps

annabeth’s hand on the back of percy’s neck as he drives, palm cupping the base of his skull and fingers messing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, her face tilted towards her own window as the breeze and the sunshine soaks her

annabeth sidling up to percy and him lifting his arm for her to fit under without a word; annabeth kissing his cheek before settling against his side

waking up to morning breath and her palm over his mouth as he tries to kiss her, knees between thighs and hips flushed together, laughter pressed into each other’s skin

sitting in each other’s laps and giving each other piggyback rides (especially when one of them is injured - annabeth carries percy bridal style around camp when he twists his ankle during capture the flag one time)

percy’s fingers twirling annabeth’s hair around and around as they lie in bed together, heads on one pillow, darkness and a whole city of noise outside their window, silence in their bedroom but for the quiet exchange of whispers about their future and the universe and what they’re going to name their kids

eating breakfast at the table in their pyjamas, chairs pulled together as annabeth pushes her feet into percy’s lap and he rests one hand on her shins and drinks coffee with the other, quiet content smiles exchanged over mugs and pieces of toast