@chbnet event 06 → locations

Percy’s definition of home changes over the years.

Percy Jackson is twelve years old, and he has finally arrived home.

He didn’t regret the past summer, not for a second. He’d fought bravely, made a new friend in the form of a girl with stormy gray eyes and kept an old friend, even if said friend had the legs of a goat now. It’d be a lie to say that Percy loved everything about the summer—watching his mom die, being accused of theft by multiple divine entities, and going to the literal Underworld wasn’t exactly ideal—but Percy was slowly finding his peace.

Now that the summer was over, Percy had chosen to come back home. He hadn’t been kicked out, forced back to the apartment to see his mom failing to hide her disappointment; he chose to come back. Standing in the doorway of his bedroom, Percy smiled. His desk was still as messy as ever, covered in homework assignments he never got the chance to turn in. Pencils and pens he was certain he’d lost were rolling around in the drawer. It felt like a different person had sat here, kicked his feet up on the desk and pretended like nothing could hurt him. Percy didn’t bother cleaning up. He hadn’t changed that much.

He did, however, push all the papers to one side to make room for something new. He took a framed picture of him, Annabeth, and Grover out of his backpack and carefully placed it down.

Title: Way back when Summary: For Annabeth, Percy is 2am calls and pillow talks. For Percy, Annabeth is movie cuddles and intensity.  (in which Percy and Annabeth make a bet, and someone loses twenty dollars in the end) Pairing: percy/annabeth Word Count: 23K+ (one shot)  Author’s Note: so !! i wrote this ~coming of age ~ fic way back in gr9 and published on new years bc i was feeling Sentimental™️ !! also it’s a Pain to edit (shout out to grammarly for doing me a solid) so i apologize if there are errors ,, and keep in mind i wrote this like 5yrs ago and it’s cheesy af but i’m Attached . enjoy the fic if u read and thx 

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you didn’t ask for this, but here’sa percabeth bellarke!au. also: definitely not a pain. i have started writing a bunch of different prompts, and they’re all getting pretty long, so enjoy this shorter fic, and feel free to always send prompts. ao3

In the end, the only thing that really matters to him isthat Annabeth is alive and that they’re together.Big picture, yes, he’s grateful thatthey’ve all made it to the lab, but the moment she’d taken off her suit for thewarrior who had followed them (saved them) into the woods, something sick andheavy attached itself to his heart. It only sank deeper into his chest when shestarted coughing, heaving, spitting pitchon the ground as the poisoned air around her took hold, suffocated her. Eachbreath she struggled with, Percy could feel himself choking.

“Hurry,” he’d told Hazel; their vehicle’s engine had beendestroyed in the crash.

There was a pregnant pause over the radio, and then, “Annabeth?”

The words stopped in his throat as his gaze briefly sweptover her crouched form; the black of her blood an ink splatter against the otherwisewhite canvas of snow. He almost makes newcomer Ethan give the garment back(almost gives her his own suit), sothat he can make sure his person isokay is going to be alive is going to survive all of this, but as if she canread his mind—he doesn’t put anything past her these days—she just shakes herhead vehemently, explains that she’d at least had the blood transfusion, shehad the best bet of surviving.

“I have the highest chance of survival, Percy.”

He bites his lip, squats down next to her, feels the stingof frost even through the rubber of his pant. “We could go back—”

“We have to be smart about this. By the time Hazel and Frankget here, there won’t be enough time for the bunker. It’s a twelve hour drive,”she interrupts, and she sounds so tired. “And I know you can’t leave Leo in thelab to die.”

He gives up on arguing; she’s too prideful and too stubbornand too goddamn right. Instead, hesettles for taking her hand in his, an offer of comfort in a time where he’snot sure either of them deserve it. But she twines their fingers nonetheless, andhe focuses on the warmth it gives him.

He’s grateful to be able to hear his mother and stepfather’svoice again, no matter how noise-ridden the feed is. Percy gets to say goodbyeto the woman who raised him, and the man who will make sure she’s loved even inher son’s absence.

Just as she’s talking about how many children were saved inthe bunker, of Reyna who has united them all, he sees Annabeth in the doorway,pale but standing, smiling even. He turns back to the receiver, asks his motherto find Grover and Thalia so that the blonde can make her temporary farewell,too. But then, there’s just static.

“I’m so sorry, Annabeth,” he starts to say, but before hecan even get to the third syllable, she’s in his arms, and he tightens his holdon her, and fuck, he won’t ever lether go. He doesn’t know if he’ll even be able to. But right now, he presses hislips into the yellow of her curls, clutches her to him until he can feel thesteady thrum of her heartbeat.

He knows that face; it’s the face she makes when she needsto tell him something but can’t bring herself to. But she opens anyway, withsome crack about oxymorons, about onlychoices, and Percy doesn’t entirely know where she’s going with it. But heplays along, brushes away a curl that’s stuck to her forehead, lets his palmlinger on her cheek until she sighs and he lets his hand drop.

And then she starts. “Percy, if anything happens to me—”

“Nothing’s happening to you.” It’s his turn to cut her off,and he doesn’t even notice that his hands have moved to grip her shoulders,maybe in an effort to punctuate his point. Make it true. Real.

Tears sting at the back of eyes, but she’s launched into ahuge spiel, and he turns away, tries to redirect her attention, but she won’thave it. “If for some reason I’m not up there with you, you have to take careof them. We had a rough two years, Perce, but everything you did, you did foryour mother and Grover.” And you, hewants to interject. “You’ve got such a big heart, but I need you to use yourhead, too.”

Her fingers tap his heart, his temple, and he takes her handin his again, presses his lips to the knuckles lightly, soft.  When he does this, her breath catches, and hehas this overwhelming need to kiss her, but now’s not the right time. Instead,he lets her sigh, lets her eyes well up with salted water, lets her tell him toleave her behind if he has to.

Fat chance.

Even hell couldn’t keep him from her.

It turns out that it isn’t hell that separates them, but afucking oxygen scrubber.

They’re headed to the satellite tower, with hopes ofaligning the dish so that they can do some sort of technology shit that onlyAnnabeth and Leo understand, when they hear a yelp in the distance. And thenPiper’s running up to them, out of breath and terror painted across herfeatures.

She explains hurriedly that Jason lost one of his gloveswhile they were transporting the huge machine from the lighthouse bunker, andshe can’t carry it by herself, and neither can Leo, and then someone—he doesn’teven know who—but someone is telling him that he has to go help, and he turnsto Annabeth and even through the glass he can see the sheer panic flood her eyes,and when Leo says that the satellite tower is really a one-man job he nearlyscreams.

Leo starts to offer to go himself, but then Annabeth shakesher head abruptly. “I’m not a rocket scientist; you are, Valdez. I can’t flythe ship, but I can do this. Go install the scrubber.” Then she starts doingthat thing where she scrunches her nose and furrows her brow when she needs toconcentrate, when she’s trying to find the best strategy for whatever situationthey’ve got themselves in. “It’s a seven minute walk, five minute activation, Ishould be fine. Don’t argue or we’ll lose time, Percy.”

The last part is directed to Percy. He’s about to object,but fuck, she’s right. “Annabeth—”

“Just hurry, Percy,” she says, her voice thick withsomething like tears. And, and then she’s gone.

“I was there when there was nothing. I have seen the Olympus empty and the Underworld nonexistent. I am the very bane of your existence, I am the mother and maker of your mythology! I am Chaos: creator and destroyer of all. And I intend to destroy the very mythology and gods you still cling to.”

FIC SUMMARY:

It has been years since Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson went missing without a trace. Their disappearance left behind their children, a son and a daughter by the names of Logan and Kristen, to live a life without their parents at their side. Now after years filled with unanswered questions and hidden secrets, they’re ready to find the answers to what happened to their parents and discover that their disappearance was just start of a threat brewing over the horizon. A threat that could end the gods and Greek mythology as humanity knows it.

The noise is enough to pull Annabeth from a light sleep, her hand reaching automatically for the bronze dagger at her hip that hasn’t been there in months.

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