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Could Be Canon:

Percabeth | things you said when we were the happiest we ever were | Percabeth’s First Date | Annabeth becoming part of the family | Reunion | Percy being flustered by how hot Annabeth is | Annabeth being flustered by how hot Percy is | Percy Braids Annabeth’s Hair | things you didn’t say at all | things you said when you were scared | Sleep Ins | Married | Emergency Accommodation | Percy in a Tux | Annabeth in a Tie | Percy in Glasses | things you said at 1am | things you said when you were drunk | Annabeth admiring Percy’s hair | Olympus Can Wait | Percy with stubble | Annabeth’s 23rd Birthday | Car Crash | Flying Fridge | Killing Spiders | Annabeth’s a bed hog | Percy’s 23rd Birthday | Blanket Burrito | Beach | Stupid | Period | Obtuse | Happy Percabeth HCs |

At High School | AHS Headcanons | Prom Night | Surprise | The one where they have to look after a baby doll | things you said over the kitchen table | Not So Shore (a ‘mortals meet’ fic |

New Athens | Dreaming It | Designing It | Completing Construction | Moving In | Percabeth getting married there | Extras |

AUs:

Skater!Percy | Skateboards and Snapbacks |

Bi!Percabeth | Bi the Way | Bi!Percabeth HCs, Percy-centric |

Disney AUs | A Dream Come True | Percabeth at WDW | Percabeth Sleeping Beauty AU | Percabeth Enchanted AU |

Percababies | Percy and Annabeth have kids | Percy’s first moments as a dad |

Chef!Percy | Delicious |

College!AU | Socks and Spiders |

Percy and Annabeth’s Adventures on Public Transport | Tripped Up | Out of Line | 

Bridal Salon AU | Summary | 

| Percabeth: “My brothers stole your bike, sorry.” |

Bookshop AU |

Theme Park AU |

Holiday Themes:

Halloween | House of Horrors | Spiders |

Christmas | Gingerbread |  Enchanting (Magic AU, written for the PJO Secret Santa 2016)

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PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF

The night is warm. Annabeth’s cheeks heat with the flush of wine—by now they likely match the red of her Christmas sweater, a thick turtleneck that tickles her jaw. Charles stokes the flames at the fireplace for the first time in the new house, filling the room with the smell of oak and cedar and replacing the smell of dinner lingering in the air. An earnest Rachel chirps over Charles’ shoulder about how to interpret and “read” the flame, which he indulges with the silent amusement only he possesses. Katie and Travis are in a playful argument that will culminate in a kiss any minute, Grover is passing out hot cocoa (with extra marshmallows for Annabeth), and the others are screeching an off-key rendition of “All I Want For Christmas Is You”, which is particularly remarkable when you consider Clarisse singing along with her spiked cider raised high.

Most importantly, warmth emanates from under her where Percy sits with his arm around her waist and a soft smile on his face. He looks so serene, taken out of the moment the way one does in a flash of sudden clarity that they are currently creating a memory they will long to come back to, looking through the lens of nostalgia for a moment they are still in. Somehow Annabeth is in that moment with him, watching their friends through grainy film and hearing them as though the audio plays in the next room over. Everything is muted, glossy, and so so warm.

Percy comes back to himself and presses his lips to Annabeth’s cheek, smiling against the heat of her skin. His hand lifts from her hip to point at the reckless carolers supporting each other with firm embraces and shaky harmonies. “They’re idiots,” he says, but he says it with that smile and it sounds an awful lot like I love them.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “They really are.”

Later in the night once the idiots have been rounded up and herded out the door, Annabeth pauses in the foyer to watch them stumble gleefully, fighting over who gets shotgun in Juniper’s car (Grover) and who gets stuck in the middle seat (Connor). Snow falls softly and settles on Rachel’s curls as she tugs Clarisse’s beanie over her buzz cut and past her eyes, cackling alongside Castor and Pollux and the rest of the gang. Laughter and clinking glass echo from the kitchen where Silena and Beckendorf stayed behind.

The city is cold but the world is warm and full of people Annabeth loves, and therefore it is full of meaning. She turns to Percy, her coat rustling with the movement, and tries to hang on to this warmth, to the man who brought so much of it into her life.

She says, “Thank you,” and it sounds like I love you. It sounds like I love you and it means I love you but there is wine in her system and she’s two seconds away from crying after drinking on an ordinary day with less emotions. If he asks her, she’ll blame the wine and the holidays.

But Percy doesn’t ask her. He finishes pulling on his scarf and coat and looks at her, just looks at her, patient and understanding and in love, the way he has looked at her for the past ten years of their life. Annabeth marvels at her ability to bask in the familiarity of this love. She knows the details of him better than anything; he is the one portrait she can sketch from memory, a monument to permanence in her heart, and still her gaze catches on his freckles even in the winter months when there is no sun to change them. Just in case she misses one.

So she knows he will respond, “Of course,” in that soft tone of his, and she’s ready when his arms wrap around her bundled body. This man, her life partner who drives her crazy in the most maddening and romantic of ways, has given her more than she could ever hope to repay, and he loves her anyway. When her mind plays tricks and plants seeds of doubt, he reassures her. He shows up. Every single time, he shows up.

Their friends are long since corralled by their designated drivers, leaving Percy and Annabeth in the headlights. She pulls him in by the scarf, and they don’t say anything, but it sounds like I love you. Thank you for bringing me in from the cold. Thank you for bringing me home.

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Riptide Chapter 3

The street outside the bookstore is quieter than usual. It’s just about closing time and Percy is shelving all the books who were moved from their nooks through the course of the day. Sally is cleaning the coffee counter, snacking on the last cookie in the display case and humming a song that Percy can’t quite place.

“Where have I heard that before?” he asks, rounding the corner of the nearest bookcase.

Sally smiles without looking up from what she’s doing. “It was one of your dad’s favorites. Every time it was on the radio, he’d turn it all the way up and sing along. Badly.”  

Percy laughs. “So I got my singing voice from him?”  

Sally looks up then. “Of course. I mean, I sing like an angel so it couldn’t be me.”  

They continue their customary movements around the store, making sure all the tables are clean, the books are put away, and the oven is off, before heading to the back office.

It’s a small, unimpressive space with just enough room for two people, three if necessary. There is a small wooden desk that Percy remembers helping his dad build, still being able to note the by P+P carved into one of its legs. He runs his hand over it as he sits down, feeling comforted by its graininess against his skin.  

Sally puts on her reading glasses and opens up her ledger, making notes of the days profits. “How we lookin?” Percy asks.

Sally sighs contentedly and leans back in her chair. “To be honest, we’re killing it.”  

Percy smiles and lifts his hand for a high-five which Sally returns gleefully. “I knew it. Big book chains eat your heart out.”

As she sits back, she begins to simply watch Percy, who squirms under her gaze.

“Don’t do that thing,” he says.

“What thing?” she asks, playing dumb.

“That thing where you watch me and use your mom witchcraft to just like, get everything out of me.”

She smiles and shrugs. “Can’t help it, just comes naturally.”

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Ask and you shall receive. The dom!Annabeth we’ve all been waiting for.

and they were roommates

by @bipercabeth

Annabeth realizing she likes Percy changes her perspective on several things.

For instance, she’s now overtly aware of how often he’s shirtless around the apartment, and it’s way more frequent than she previously thought.

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I wish that ao3 had an option to filter warnings (and tbh certain authors) out like I will never ever want to read it and just seeing it puts me off so much that often I end up closing my browser because that content upsets me so much lmao

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