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title: ‘cause you’ve been sinning in this city

summary: In which Percy finds a soulmate who doesn’t believe in the concept, consequently goes through the various ups and down of losing and finding said soulmate again, struggles to name his cat, and tries to answer some of life’s most unanswerable questions. College is definitely not supposed to be this hard, probably.

pairing: percy/annabeth

genre: honestly????????? part angst part crack

word count: 46,000+ (IM SORRY)

other: IM VERY SORRY

links: ao3 || ffnet

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percabeth | godswap au | 1500 words | commissioned by @zacharandom

Anger is a comfortable emotion, one that greets Annabeth at the door like an old friend—somewhere to retreat when the outside world gets too loud. Being a daughter of Ares has given her many strengths, and sometimes Annabeth feels a little too strong. Some days her heart beats like a war drum. She can feel the pressure in her veins, her pulse hammering through her body like a soldier’s march. 

Everyone knows—Annabeth, Percy, the camp, Clarisse. And they, for the most part, know to stay away. Annabeth busies herself with a punching bag or dummy in the arena for a day and comes out her usual self, no sign of her father’s blessing. 

But that takes time she doesn’t have. 

Redesigning Olympus takes its toll. After the Titan War, Annabeth is determined to make the city of the gods a fortress. No one—Titan, God, or otherwise—will be able to turn her work to rubble. She and it will live on for millennia. 

Annabeth’s spends her days locked in Cabin 5, muscles stiff as she sketches, calculates, erases, recalculates. Food appears next to her a few times a day—courtesy of Percy, no doubt. 

Silena was the only one of her siblings who could get close when these moods struck. The rest of the Ares cabin want a wide berth during these times, so that’s what they give Annabeth. She tells herself it’s what she wants too, but that doesn’t stop her from missing Silena’s steady hand on her shoulder telling her to take a break. 

Annabeth shrugs off her emotions and continues her work. 

Footsteps register from Annabeth’s right, which she chalks up to Percy coming with lunch. However, when Annabeth glances at the clock on her desk, she finds the light stings her eyes as 6:30 PM glares back at her. 

She looks over her shoulder to find Percy, but not as expected. He stands off to the side, his cotton shirt tight across his broad shoulders, sleeves straining when he crosses his arms. Add in that he’s wearing gym shorts instead of those god-awful cargo pants she’ll never admit she loves… it’s a sight she’d lean back to admire on a different day. 

She turns on her desk lamp and picks up her pencil. 

“Annabeth, take a break.” 

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famous last words that make me go feral and tender at the same time

— “Happy.” Raphael (1520)

— “I’m still learning.” Michelangelo (1564)

— “A great leap in the dark.” Thomas Hobbes (1679)

— “It has all been most interesting.” Mary Wortley Montagu (1762)

— “Now is not the time for making new enemies.” Voltaire, when asked by a priest to renounce Satan before his death (1778)

— “Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.“ Alexander Pushkin, Russian poet, to his wife (1837)

— "Take courage, Charlotte; take courage.” Anne Brontë, to her sister Charlotte Brontë (1849)

— "I must go in, for the fog is rising.“ Emily Dickinson (1886)

— "Now comes the mystery.“ Henry Ward Beecher (1887)

— "Pull up the shades; I don’t want to go home in the dark.“ O. Henry (1910)

— "Swing low, sweet chariot.“ Harriet Tubman (1913)

— "It’s very beautiful over there.“ Thomas Edison (1931)

— "I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.“ Virginia Woolf to her husband (1941)

— "Are you happy? I’m happy.“ Ethel Barrymore (1959)

— "I love you. Sleep well, my sweetheart. Please don’t worry too much.“ Rob Hall, to his wife (1996)

— "A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory.” Leonard Nimoy (2015)

— "I want to be with Carrie.“ Debbie Reynolds (2016)

i made a college vine compilation b/c Suffering™️

(warning for loud noise in some of them)

mob au | the beginning in the end: epilogue 

Mr. Hermes looks as good as he did when Annabeth first met him at seven years old. His hair is still slicked back, though now it is much more salt than it is pepper, and his well tailored Italian suits have been replaced with a wardrobe of colorful tracksuits, but the man beneath the clothes is the same.

Today, as he sits on the back patio with Annabeth, he dons a deep red tracksuit with a pair of white tennis shoes that have a winged design on the outside. Annabeth doesn’t think he could be any cuter if he tried.

“How long has it been, my dear?” Mr. Hermes asks as he takes a sip of his midday martini.

“Six months, I think,” Annabeth answers, her face scrunching as she tries to remember. “It must have been Caroline’s birthday party.”

Mr. Hermes chuckles. “You know, she hustled me out of five hundred dollars that day.”

“Stop.”

“I’ve never been so damn proud in my life,” he says with a sweeping hand gesture. “She’s just like Connor. God bless her mother.”

“Luckily, Katie is an actual saint. Though how she puts up with Travis I will never understand.”

“I’m sure he has the same questions about how Percy puts up with you,” he says with a wink.

Annabeth nods, laughing into her drink. “Oh, I have those same questions, believe me.”

The older man takes another sip of his drink, and slides an olive off its mini sword toothpick (Percy insisted those be the only type of toothpicks on the premises). “So what’s going on, kid? What do you need from a washed up old man?”

“You are not washed up,” she asserts, and sets her drink down. “I actually was hoping I could ask you for some parenting advice.”

“I think my boys would tell you I’m not the one you should be coming to for parenting help. I was barely around for my kids.”

“But you’re around now.”

“Because they let me be,” he says calmly. “Not because I deserve it.”

“Ruthie wants me to train her to take over the business,” Annabeth blurts, the panic evident in her entire demeanor.

“Ah,” Mr. Hermes says with a nod. He takes another sip of his martini. “And that scares the hell out of you.”

“Obviously.”

He laughs again, like Annabeth just told a silly pun instead of some life trajectory altering news. “Well, I’m not sure what to tell you, kid. This is her fate just as much as it was yours.”

Annabeth shakes her head, unable to accept his words. “I refuse to accept that running this business is her fate. It might have been mine, but it’s not hers. I won’t let it be.”

Mr. Hermes sits up in his chair, and leans forward to rest his arms on the table. “Why do you kids always think fate is equal to an outcome?”

“Because… that’s what it is.”

He shakes his head now, dismissing her out of hand. “Fate is about choice.”

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mob au: research 

Jason hates to admit it, but the city library is, hands down, the most beautiful building in the whole city. It’s three stories of white marble and reflective glass surrounded by lush green gardens that have the local botanical society swooning year round, create an oasis in the heart of the downtown district that cannot be beaten. Olive trees line the long walk way up to a series of grand walnut doors hand carved with depictions of wildlife that look so real they might jump right off the wood, giving anyone who approaches the air of a grand entrance.

Leaning against one of the building’s imposing Doric columns, Jason looks out at all the people enjoying the lawn, having picnics and playing with their dogs and he can’t help but remember Luke’s words about Annabeth not being the villain he thinks she is. Watching the people of his city that he has taken an oath to protect, the thought that maybe he’s right begins to creep in, but before it can settle, his shoulder is being bumped, pulling him from his thoughts. He frowns and looks up to find his partner, Reyna, donning her signature brown leather jacket over a royal purple blouse.

“Took you long enough,” Jason teases.

“Some of us actually have a life, Grace,” she says with another nudge.

Jason rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s do this.”

He leads the way into the library, stopping abruptly to read a golden plaque that marks the main entrance:

This library could not have been possible without the generous support of local businesswoman, Athena Pallas. The passion Ms. Pallas has for Greek architecture and the pursuit of knowledge were the foundations of this project and this city will forever be in her debt.

Reyna scoffs, “Businesswoman is quite the generous title.”

“No kidding,” Jason adds.

The detectives enter the library and neither of them can help but be awed by the interior’s beauty. The slight gleam of the gold leaf crown molding catches their eyes, their eyeline following down the wall to the bookcases with delicate owl carvings and the olive leaf patterned carpeting.

“At least she had taste,” Jason says in a low voice.

Reyna shrugs. “I prefer a Roman aesthetic myself, but this isn’t too bad if you like the Greek thing.”

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Don’t Call It A Comeback • mob au 

Annabeth sits at her desk that belonged to her mother before her and admires the intricate carvings that mark its edges. She smiles to herself, having missed the feeling of sitting behind it, reminded of the power that seems to emanate from its mahogany. Her hands are flat on its cool surface, as if asking it to forgive her for her absence. As she reacquaints herself with it, there is a gentle rap on the door, and she looks up to see Charles poke his head in.

“Hey boss,” he says with a sweet smile. “Can I come in?”

“Of course,” she says, leaning back in her chair.

“Saying hi to an old friend, I see,” he says with his usual charming smile.

“I missed her so much,” she says in a whiny tone. “I mean, my desk in Elysium is great, but this one… it’s special.”

Charles laughs as he sits down. “Well, once you two are done having your moment, can we talk about what you would like to do today?”

Annabeth takes a deep breath, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands in her lap. “This desk surely isn’t the only one who has been missing me these past few years.”

“Certainly not.”

“I figure I should… make the rounds. Say hi. Remind people who I am.”

“And why they stay in line,” Charles adds with a look of pride.

“Precisely.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Where would you like to start?”

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Call me, Percy? valentine’s day edition. edit by sophii <3

This is Annabeth’s first Valentine’s day with Percy. Well, it’s actually their second, but it is the first one they will be spending together without anybody else and without having to be in school.

She has always celebrated previous ones with Hazel and Piper, going to Hazel’s mom’s restaurant and eating stupid amounts of food before watching rom coms in Hazel’s bedroom while they made themselves sick eating cookies and ice cream. She misses their love, misses being surrounded by and wrapped up in it on days like those, with chocolate smeared on cheeks and limbs crossed over underneath blankets. She hadn’t realised how much she would miss them until they were miles and miles away, making their own memories and futures just as she is.

She just misses them, is all.

“You got plans for the weekend?”

Annabeth looks over at her friend as they finish packing up from their lecture. “Percy’s coming down.”

“Right. You gonna go for dinner or something? That new italian restaurant in town is really good.”

They’re leaving the lecture hall now and Annabeth dodges a wild elbow which had been heading for her face. “Oh, um no. That’s not really our thing. We’re gonna go for a drive down the coast and probably get burgers or something.”

That earns a laugh. “Right. Y'all are cute.”

“Thank you, I think so too.”

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