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nswd percabeth x tsitp @timelesslords @captain-jackson

I’m gonna reread Never Shall We Die

the rest of you belongs to me

part XIII of NEVER SHALL WE DIE - a percabeth pirate au series by @timelesslords and @captain-jackson

“Please sir,” she says, her voice just a touch higher than usual, looking up at him with wide, gray eyes. “I know not what my family did to offend you, but I beg of you to release me.”

“Release you? Now why would I let a pretty little thing like yourself go?” Percy says, grinning. He crosses the room to stand at the foot of the bed, towering over her. He pushes her chin up with two fingers, not altogether carefully.

“My father will pay you,” Annabeth says, “whatever ransom you desire, it will be yours.”

Percy laughs. He knows it's part of the game, but the suggestion is still ludicrous.

“And what use have I for your father’s gold? It seems I’ve found myself with something infinitely more valuable.”

***

What do you get the man who has everything for his birthday? Annabeth thinks she has an idea.

One Man’s Trash...

part XI of NEVER SHALL WE DIE by @timelesslords and @captain-jackson

“Percy,” Annabeth said, and it was at that moment he realized he was going to lose. “Please.”

Percy had never been very good at denying his wife of anything she desired before, and now after all they’d been through his lack of resolve felt all the more prominent. There was nothing less Percy wanted than to take the ratty, skinny, decrepit little creature back on board the ship with them.

And yet, looking into Annabeth’s wide, pleading eyes, her arms already curled tenderly around the kitten’s small body, Percy could not find it in his heart to say no.

*** Or, Annabeth adopts a kitten, and Captain Jackson has regret

chains around my demons

part XII of NEVER SHALL WE DIE - a percabeth pirate au series by @timelesslords and @captain-jackson

rated M for mature themes - please read the tags on ao3

 Annabeth was growing tired of being confined to her bed.

 She understood why, the necessity of the matter. It wasn’t everyday that one miraculously recovered from a debilitating sickness, one that for all intents and purposes should’ve killed you. Still, it had been nearly a week since her fever had broken, and Annabeth was starting to feel insane.

 Percy had been working overtime during the day, trying to make up for the time they’d lost while a quarter of the crew, Annabeth included, had been struck down with illness. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt that she wasn’t able to do anything. The best she could manage was a precarious trip up to the top deck every once in a while, and even that required someone’s assistance, usually Piper’s.

 She longed to feel the sun on her face full time again, to feel her muscles burn with work. To not elicit worried glances when she passed by.

 Most of all, she wished she would spend less time sleeping. Because with sleep came dreams, and lately, those had been borderline unbearable.

***

Or: Percy finds out what Annabeth hallucinated

WHAT KIND OF CAT IS SKIPPER??