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youre telling me that Annabeth got kidnapped by Khronos and didnt have nightmares about it?

The night of August 18th, camp half-blood was quiet. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. So quiet that it was scary, unsettling even: ‘cause camp never was and never had been quiet in the slightest, not until the night of August 18th, at least.

The campers and so the nymphs and dryads, even the birds up in the trees were silent, for one night only they all stood still: the adrenaline and hysteria from the victory of the battle of Manhattan was fading away, leaving behind only destruction, grief and loss.

Endless bunk beds remained empty, out of owners; the Apollo cabin was sad to look at: not a glowing ray of sunshine anymore: just dark and hollow. Nearly empty. Everyone understood that those missing souls deserved a little peace and quiet…even the chirping birds.

After the faint celebrations and laughs, after Clarisse and the others threw them in the lake, calm had settled…and that unescapable air of death had dawned onto the whole hill, brought by the night.

Annabeth was quiet too, laying still in her spot, her hair and clothes wet from the dunk in the lake, her lips salty from the kiss. Awake and mute: much like everyone else.

She’d dreamed of this night since the very first time she held her dagger: the time she was going to win, the one where she would get all the glory she deserved. Annabeth licked her lips again, balancing herself off the fact that they tasted like Percy’s…she got all the glory she wanted; she was a hero, she was a savior. Nothing could’ve prepared her for this moment, no fantasy of her child self could ever give her this emotion: Annabeth didn’t feel like a hero was supposed to, no, Annabeth felt like a murderer. She rubbed her palms on the sides of her shorts, still sensing the warm red blood that had stained them the same morning.

Luke’s blood. Luke’s blood all over Olympus, all over her clothes, all over her hands. She couldn’t seem to let go of the feeling of it, in the faint light of cabin six she could see they were clean and pristine, though it wasn’t enough. Annabeth wondered if she would feel it on her palms forever, if she would have to rip away her skin because of it.

She wondered if Percy felt it too. The blood on his hands. If he could see it splashed on the ground every time he closed his eyes. She ran her hands through her curls, trying to shake off the shivers that were running over her body: probably because she was soaking wet and hadn’t bothered changing into dry clothes, though Annabeth wasn’t sure that was the only reason.

He did it himself, Luke killed himself, she kept thinking, while asking herself if that really was the only possible option, after all. Maybe she could’ve saved him, maybe if she’d agreed to join him he would be well and alive now. No, you couldn’t- her own mind retorted to her thoughts, she tasted Percy’s lips again and shut her eyes close.

If she’d loved Luke like he wanted, maybe everyone would still be here…Annabeth’s brain reeled non-stop, endless scenarios started playing in her head; but the salt on her lips got stronger by the second, invading her own mind, Percy calming her with his memory.

It only had been a few hours since that underwater kiss, still she wanted more, Annabeth longed for the stinging salt on her lips: it almost made her forget about the burning sensation on her palms. As she put on her yankees cap and sprinted down to cabin 3, not a lot went through her head but the fact that she so desperately needed something to remind her that loving was worth it, that it didn’t always end up with blood stained blades.

The cabin’s front door easily opened, startling Percy in the process, who wasn’t asleep, like the rest of the campers. He sprinted to his feet, riptide in hand and eyes wide open, when he spot her standing she could see every piece of his body relax, he started whispering: “you-”

Annabeth, not wanting to break camp’s silence just yet, cupped both sides of his face and kissed him, quickly, a little awkwardly maybe…they still hadn’t discussed what they’re relationship was at, but their lips meeting again seemed right, even if it was shy and short, it was better than anything they’d ever felt before.

When she pulled away, their cheeks were flushed, it took Percy a few seconds to finish what he was saying: “...scared me, you scared me bad” his words were as low as possible, a little smile started growing on his lips.

“I’m sorry” was all she replied with, making herself at home and plopping her cap on the nightstand, "I'm sorry" she muttered again, more to herself this time, while tasting more salt on her lips. "I- " she tried to put it into words, and Percy said it for her:

"I know" he wore deep dark circles because of the insomnia and he kept his voice just a low breath, she knew he was trying to help out, but it somehow managed to make her even more anxious: she didn't want him to know. She'd hoped he wouldn't understand.

Percy put a firm hand on top of her shoulder, Annabeth noticed just now that she was still shivering from the cold and exhaustion, “do you want to um-” Percy sighed, preparing himself for what he was about to say:

“do you want to lay down?”

Those words hung up in the air for a few seconds too much, Annabeth had never been in cabin 3 this late at night, and even though technically they weren’t dating, it felt more than two best friends laying next to each other on a mattress…if you consider that the best friends in question enjoy kissing from time to time.

It was something they’d never done before, but just like the kissing part, it felt okay, it felt right. Annabeth didn’t say anything as she quietly plopped onto the right side of his bunk bed, he followed a moment later and laid next to her, pulled close by the small bed, their faces facing the ceiling.

She quickly discovered that the beds in cabin 3 were more comfortable than the ones in 6, laying on them was like being lulled by the warm waves of the night, whereas in the Athena cabin the bunks were lazily pressed to the walls, with hard and narrow mattresses…her mother’s message was clear: sleeping isn’t important.

His side pressed onto hers to fit on the bed, Percy’s body stiffened in awkwardness, but then quickly noticed that Annabeth wasn’t even noticing the closeness, she seemed to be on the lookout for something he couldn’t see, distracted by visions, she was rubbing her palms on her jeans as if her hands were really, really itchy.

With little thought, Percy grabbed her wrist, “don’t do that” he stated, his voice wasn’t mad, just concerned: her skin had a reddish color and looked irritated by the constant stress she was putting it in. Pushing through the embarrassment, he squeezed the hand in his, just to stop her from hurting it, Annabeth’s brain cleared out from the fog at his touch, she opened her mouth and quickly closed it again, realizing she didn’t have much to say. The silence was nice enough, why ruin it?

Percy might have thought the same, because they stayed quiet, the only sounds being the ones of their breaths itching close, him fidgeting with the covers with his free hand, confused on why she’d burst in at night with no explanation but, on the more honest side, not caring that much about it. She’d kissed him for three times, all in the same day, it was a win even bigger than the one they had in the morning.

That was when Percy’s brain clicked: Morning. War. Win. Luke. Shit.

He felt his heart drop to his stomach. She watched Luke die that morning, of course she was acting weird. Of course she couldn’t sleep like he couldn’t, of course he hadn’t thought about it because he was too busy noticing their arms slightly touching. Before he could even begin to figure out what to say, Annabeth talked for the first time in 30 minutes:

“I didn’t love him” she clarified, out loud, as if to get that out of the way: as if her bursting in and kissing him on the spot wasn’t enough. Annabeth shut her eyes, embarrassed by her own words, by her feelings, “but until he was alive some deep small part of me thought-” her voice quivered, she tightened her eyes shut trying to keep the tears in, Percy finally let go of their barrier and reached out to hug her close, she let him do it and pressed her face in the crook of his neck, silent tears started falling on his shirt, “I thought he could change” she mumbled, he whispered in her ear: “he did change” but Annabeth shook her head “he changed too late” her voice was becoming resentful, angry.

“I hate him so much, Percy” she sightly pulled away from his embrace, meeting his eyes and wiping away some tears, “I really do, but-” a deep sigh, “-but I also miss him” she covered her face with both her palms, trying to wipe away the sadness “I miss him more than I would like to, and there’s nothing I can do about it”

“but I don’t love him” she re-stated, Percy unconsciously took a sigh of relief, not really helping it, “that’s okay” he muttered, picking her hand once again, with their faces itching closer, she looked down at her tangled fingers…this wasn’t like her, going on talking about her issues and troubles: but this night, the night of August 18th, it was too much to bottle inside, she’d felt his death hover her, forbidding her to sleep.

Silence fell over them once again, Percy stared at her, the only light being the blue hue coming from the water fountain, her hair was still damp and she still had that warrior aura that had came over her that morning during battle…come to think of it, Annabeth always had it around her, to him, she was like one of those greek princesses that traveled with a dagger beneath their gown, only she wore it proudly on her belt; Percy’s throat dried up at the sight of her, from the fact that he could actually feel their hearts synchronize because of their closeness, he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to push away the nervousness.

Annabeth kept fidgeting with his hand, in her own way, she was avoiding his eyes, so he knew she must’ve been nervous too, feeling more secure of herself, lighter from the earlier confessions, she asked, out of the blue: “are we dating?” he wasn’t expecting her to ask, but instantly replied, with no hesitation whatsoever: “I hoped so” his tone was more fragile than Percy wanted it to be, he felt her squeeze his hand tighter, “good” she mumbled, a small smile appearing on her lips, the first of the night: “I think-” she got closer to look at him better and he mirrored her, finally meeting her yes, “-I think that’s the only thing I’m sure of right now” Annabeth finished, not letting go of his hand, her palms still red and scratched: only now she’d stopped sensing the blood on them.

Percy stopped in his tracks, thinking that it was a good place to start: being sure of what they were to each other after years of pining, they both stared into each other's eyes for a rough minute, Percy’s gaze casually slipping down to her lips eventually, Annabeth cleaned her throat after a while, “can I…can I spend the night?” she asked, trying to break through the quiet, he answered on the spot: “of course” he said, beginning to get up from his spot, “I can sleep on the other-” “Percy” she cut him off, her hand still grasping his, pulling him to her.

“oh. oh, of course” Percy mumbled under his breath, a deep blush spreading all over his face as he re-adjusted himself next to her, “I think we can sleep together” she went on, showing an amused grin at his reaction, “It’s not like we haven’t done it before” she whispered, draping an arm over him, sinking deeper into the covers, “we’re still best friends, after all”

Percy felt his chest warm at her words, when she finally laid her lips back on his, it was better than he could ever expect it to be: the awkwardness had melted away and the kiss was slow and laid back, when he pulled away he was more red than before, if that was even possible.

“best friends don’t do that” he mumbled under his breath, not breaking eye contact, Annabeth’s smile got wider “we do” she declared, Percy kissed her again, she pulled away almost laughing out of happiness, which to him felt like biggest win of all: considering how upset she’d come in, “thank you” she said, “for being there, you know” Annabeth’s face heated up, he kissed the top of the hand he was holding, “we’re best friends, after all”

She rolled her eyes at the mimicking, secretly flattered by his ability to remember every single one of her words, he went on: “we’ll get through this war” he sighed, “or better, the ending of this war” she hugged him and finished: “hopefully this time they’ll leave us alone”

"will you be my valentine?"

Percy asks her on a sunny day, while brushing out the end of her curls, next to his desk. She sits on a wooden stool similar to his, highlighting a history textbook as he wraps a pencil through her ringlets.

"...uh?" Annabeth doesn't really think she heard it right, she drops the purple highlighter and turns to him, Percy forgets his own words for a second. The sun is hitting the figure of her hair, making her eyes shine with the light. She's wearing a white long sleeve top and two pigtails out of her natural curls. Annabeth takes his hand off her hair to get his attention, he blinks.

"wait" his voice is just a whisper, Annabeth bites back a laugh, "what?" she asks, already knowing what. Percy weakly smiles, picks up a strand and starts toying with it "I need to ask you something" he says on a more serious note, her eyes slightly widen and her body completely turns to his: Annabeth straightens her back and smiles. Her eyes squint, his throat dries up. "shoot" she says, picking up the highlighter once again, passing it through her hands, Percy sighs, "will you be my valentine?" he feels a foolish rush of electricity go through his body as he says those words again, his face heats up…but he plays it off by wrapping one of her curls on his finger. Percy loses control of his heartbeat, first Annabeth tentatively eyes him, analyzes his features, then she playfully hits him in the shoulder, bringing him back, “what?” she asks again, reluctant to believe him, “why?” Annabeth inquires, Percy keeps toying with the hair, looks down at his hands, then back at her, “...will you?” she cups his face and pecks his lips, then mumbles "sure" Annabeth clarifies, "I mean- I always have been…have I?”

Percy pecks her lips again, “yeah, but I wanted to ask you" he kisses her again, lightly, "...I never did" his tone is low: he doesn't mention the reason why, or the years they spent on quests. Their first valentine’s day he wasn’t there. The next they’d barely made it out of Tartarus. No wonder Percy forgot so many times. He pecks the tip of her nose, she keeps her hands on his neck and presses a kiss to his lips. “I promised Sally we’d finish history by the time she came home” Annabeth reminds him, Percy unconsciously steals a look at the room’s closed door.

“it’s only 4” he retorts, pecking her lips again, she smiles against him while her fingers sneak into his curls, “I want us to make it to college together” she mumbles, “you need to pass history” her words don't sound scolding- but more like a wish, they’re sweet and familiar.

Percy stays silent for a while, letting their eyes linger into each other's for a minute- trying to make the homework fade in the background. Then, brief gasp leaves him “I almost forgot” he says all of a sudden “I got you something”, Annabeth’s lips slightly part in surprise and his heart takes a turn, “you did?” she whispers, her expression makes guilt churn in his head: of course he did, why wouldn't he?- Percy doesn't dare to step away from her, he sticks his hand in the backpack at his feet and pulls out a seashell shaped box, places it on the desk.

Annabeth stares at it, bites the inside of her cheek, “I didn't get you anything” she says, he replies, dumbfounded: “you didn't have to”, she sighs, “I didn't know valentine’s day was a things for us, you know” her hands quickly pick up the little box, then instantly put it back “you can give it to me when I have something too, okay?” she avoids his eyes: how could she forget valentine's day like that? What girlfriend does this?

He places it in her hands once again “I mean this wasn't our thing for a while, you’re right, but it can be” she looks at him, then at their hands, “take it as a starting point” he explains, nudging at the gift- Annabeth sighs again, “you’re-” she looks at it once again, tries to spot every little detail on the shell, “-you’re unbelievable, you know that?”

He smiles wider, “and you’re being so kind to me!” he notes, placing his palm on her forehead to check her temperature, “you sure you’re feeling well..?” Annabeth shrugs it off, “stop it” she tells him, even though she’s smiling, “I treat you well” she states, “...most of the time”

“If you say so” he goes on, she rolls her eyes “one more word and you’ll need another valentine” Percy doesn’t hear the threat, the smell of her conditioner is on his palms, a sweet lemon perfume, distracting him. Annabeth gives him a proper kiss and he tastes the flavour of her cherry chapstick, when she breaks off their foreheads are still touching, her gaze drops back to the box, she passes it through her hands one last time, “if you don’t open it now I’ll cry on the spot and it’ll be all your fault” Percy’s words make her snort a laugh- “ok I’m opening it!” Annabeth picks it up and the bottom half of the seashell clicks open, revealing two small earrings: each of them made out of tiny pieces of pink coral. The sun reflects on them, they shine back at her, Percy nervously sighs at the silence, searches for the love in her eyes and says: “it’s fine if you don’t like them” then quickly adds “I mean- you said you didn’t like flowers that time so-"

Annabeth’s head instantly shoots up to look at him, she clears her throat, trying to find her voice back. “no no no- I love them-” she squeezes his arm with one hand, still holds the earrings with the other, “it’s just that-” Annabeth chews on her lip, “-nothing. I just love you”

It’s not a revelation, but it still catches him off-guard. Percy still tastes the industrial cherry in his mouth, her cheeks began coloring a warm pink. The truth in her confession stays through the air around them. She loves him and he loves her. That was that. In a second Annabeth sets aside the box, then acknowledges his hand in her hair. "It's relaxing when you play with it" she whispers, like it's a secret between the two of them; probably because he's the last one to do so, the last one who ever will.

Percy raises his eyebrows "it's relaxing to play with" he adds, tangling the pencil once again, "pretty, mostly".

She smiles, with her tooth gap showing, and ruffles his curls with her fingers, "yours too" she decides, "...but it’s better if you do it” Percy kisses her lightly, smiling, “so I’m better than you in it” he teases, Annabeth frowns “I didn’t say that”

“whatever” Percy wraps a strand of her hair on his finger, “it's our first valentine's day” he starts, she slowly nods, aware of the fact that at 18 it’s probably their fourth. “...what do you wanna do?” The question is simple though Annabeth finds it intimidating; it’s still weird to have total control on what she can and can’t do, it’s still unusual to have the chance and go celebrate something as stupid as valentine’s day.

She doesn't answer, but leans in and kisses him instead. Their lips taste like the freedom to do whatever. The kiss is of the kind they used to practice and dream of when they were 15 and alone in his room. This same room. The ones Sally used to walk into. Percy’s hands reach for her waist as she wraps her arms more around his neck, when he pulls away, his lips still feel like hers. “we can do that-” he mumbles, “-that’s what I had in mind anyways” his breath catches up, her smile gets even wider, “what does anybody even do on february 14th? she wonders, he looks up, pretending to think about it- “watch a movie, eat chocolate, have sex-” her laugh cuts him off, Percy looks at her, “- but we usually prefer trekking through the underworld” he finishes, proud of himself for making her chuckle, Annabeth doesn’t divert his eyes from his “we’re not having sex here” she solidifies, stealing a glance at the clock, “I’d never recover from your mom walking in” her head hurts at the thought.

Percy looks at the books before them, suddenly remembering why she was here on the first place, Annabeth starts fidgeting with her own hands, “and you always fall asleep during movies” she recalls, “I do not!” his pitch gets higher, “-yours are not movies, they’re documentaries, those are boring” Annabeth ignores him but pecks his lips once again. “So what now..?” she asks, Percy fixes a spot on her shirt and answers simply: “we could just stay here” at those words Annabeth smiles, she picks up his hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles.

Her mind can’t help but think about how just a few years before she couldn’t bear to say “I love you” without feeling embarrassed. Without a voice in her head saying he would somehow leave her one day. Now she feels her skin yearn for his touch. Annabeth needs to feel his warmth on her body. She leans her head on his shoulder, then feels his presence hover her “are you sniffing my curls…?” Percy kisses a spot on her neck before answering “...have been for the past 5 years” he mumbles, the lemon scent sticking onto his skin.

“should I be creeped out..?” she doesn’t bother to lift her head back up, Percy bites back a laugh, “you always sniff my hair” he retors, Annabeth stays quiet for a second “...not always” she says, thinking of all the times he fell asleep on her. He feels the sound of her heartbeat along with his, the shape of her figure against him as if they were being each other's blanket.

She searches for the voice to tell her he’ll leave. But Annabeth hears none. “I’ve already said this” she says slowly, “but I love you” silence “a lot”

Percy kisses her head and hugs her close, his words sound muffled by the fabric of her shirt:

-> my ao3

oneshots:

you can hear it in the silence (you can feel it on the way home)

one-shot that takes place during tlo, the night after Annabeth gets stabbed. (canon complaint)

can the child within my heart rise above?

This was the last time. They would be over to college by the next morning, this was the last time they’ll ever be at camp as campers. Childhood was over. (canon complaint, set after HoO)

in my dreams (I know I'm gonna be with you)

Percy smelled like the sea on a sunny day, Annabeth had never really noticed it until he disappeared, until his smell was all that was left of him. (canon complaint, set during Percy's disappearance)

you know the hero died (so what's the movie for?)

post-tartarus night on the Argo II. (canon complaint)

I blinked and suddenly I have a valentine

Percy asks her on a sunny day, while brushing out the end of her curls, next to his desk. She sits on a wooden stool similar to his, highlighting a history textbook as he wraps a pencil through her ringlets. Valentine's day oneshot. (canon complaint, set after HoO)

I hate you for what you did (and I miss you like a little kid)

The night of August 18th, camp half-blood was quiet. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. So quiet that it was scary, unsettling even: ‘cause camp never was and never had been quiet in the slightest, not until the night of August 18th, at least. Post-The Last Olympian oneshot. (canon complaint)

I know someday I'm gonna meet her, It's a fever dream

percabeth is revising for Percy's upcoming exam, they fall asleep and Percy has a dream. It gets them thinking of their future. (canon complaint, college era)

It's like you're out to get me

Annabeth Chase hates Percy Jackson.

That's the natural order of things. (canon complaint, set during Botl)

hold on to the memories (I will hold on to you)

Percy and Annabeth host the New Year's Eve party at their new apartment- (canon complaint, college era)

you can start a family (who will always show you love)

Did his dad love him? No, probably not, Poseidon didn’t even know what love was. (canon complaint, college era)

when I'm feeling alone (you remind me of home)

percabeth is out in new york for christmas shopping. (canon complaint, college era)

Sweet Nothing

The one where Annabeth isnt so sure about being a mom, and Percy comforts her. (adult percabeth)

Mine

one-shot about the time Percy gave Annabeth the coral pendant. (canon complaint, set pre tlh)

multi-chapter:

The Bolter

When her dad calls, Annabeth turns off the phone.

They'd always been that way: Frederick writes a letter to camp and she burns it at the campfire, he apologizes to her and she proceeds to cover her ears. (...) Her dad catches and releases her, then, she gets caught and releases herself, breaking free of whatever expectation he ever had for her, or worse, them.

-Percabeth:

🎶 And I can still see it all (In my head)

Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed)

I once believed love would be (Burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight 🎶

(Daylight, Lover)

-Jiper

🎶 'Cause he was sunshine

I was midnight rain

He wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed

Like midnight 🎶

(Midnight Rain, Midnights)

-Frazel

🎶 You're really gonna be someone

Ask anyone

And when you find everything you've looked for

I hope your love leads you back to my door

Oh, but if it don't, stay beautiful 🎶

(Stay Beautiful, Taylor Swift Debut)

-Caleo

🎶 Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie,

It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see

'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down,

Now I don't know what to be without you around

And we know it's never simple,

Never easy

Never a clean break, no one here to save me 🎶

(Breathe, Fearless)

-Charles+Silena

🎶 I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears 🎶

(My Tears Ricochet, Folklore)

-Solangelo

🎶 All my flowers grew back as thorns

Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm

All the drama queens taking swings

All the jokers dressin' up as kings

They fade to nothing when I look at him 🎶

(Call It What You Want, Reputation)

-(Extra) Sally and Poseidon

🎶 Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water?

You put your arm around me for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You [were] the best thing, that's ever been mine 🎶