“percy keeps that picture of annabeth he had in his binder in his wallet and it’s his fav pic of annabeth”
instead i raise you
“sally found that picture while percy was missing and it now lives framed on the mantle of their apartment for the whole world to see how much that family loves her”
it makes annabeth choke up everytime she sees it bc all her pictures at her dads (if any) are pushed to the back and hidden behind pictures of his new family while the jackson’s have always and will continue to embrace her as part of their own
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What do we think Percy and Annabeth did for their first date? Did they go cute and chill and do a beach picnic? An ADHD dream date and go to the arcade? Did they try too hard and go to a fancy dinner where Percy is sweating buckets and accidentally unionizes the lobsters? We just don’t know
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Annabeth: what are you doing?
Percy, writing a letter: the gods want to know if I’m able to go on another quest for them, so I have to let them know by sending this later.
Annabeth, looking down and reading it: this just says ‘fuck around and find out.’
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WHO: Josh & OPEN!
WHERE: Swim Beach
WHEN: July, 2024
One of the best parts of working at his father's garage? Making his own hours. Or, more accurately, seeing that the sun was out, having worked hard all morning, and telling his father that he was taking the afternoon off. A sentiment clearly shared by a lot of other people at the beach shared, which he noticed as he came out of the water, surf board tucked under his arm, heading for his blanket further up the beach. Someone else was nearby, not that he minded. Sometimes, it was nice to have a little company on a sunny afternoon. Sticking the board into the sand, he dusted off his hands and turned to glance their way, gesturing with his chin towards them. "Do you need any help with that?"
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— please stay, hippocrene
( a percabeth + frazel romantic getaway fic )
summary — ;
♡ — Percy, Frank, Annabeth, and Hazel, hoping to take a break from their adult responsibilities (and have some desperately needed alone time with their partners), go on vacation together. Their plans are thwarted harshly when a certain ring of goddesses summons them to a quest. With their holiday sorely interrupted, can they still make time for romance?
content — ;
♡ steamy. vanilla. intimate. romantic. silly. rom-com vibes. tooth-achingly sweet.
♡ features percabeth and frazel equally, + very minor jiper and solangelo
♡ takes place approx. 9 years after HoO, ignores all books afterwards
♡ characters are explicitly described as adults in their 20s
♡ don't like, don't read/interact. see ao3 link for more info and warnings
excerpt below the cut, please like if you read. reblogs are appreciated ♡
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The melodies of New Rome chirped in the distant background; lares scolding unruly legionnaires, Hannibal the elephant stomping about the grounds, eagles squawking in the dusky sky above—but the only sound that Hazel seemed to mind was that which thundered from his chest.
“Your heartbeat’s really going, Frank.” she observed, lifting her head an inch from his body. “Sheesh. Is it usually like this?”
And he answered without thinking, “It is around you.”
Their eyes met right then. Frank blushed up to his ears.
Looking directly into Hazel’s eyes often felt like opening up a treasure chest. One could hardly tell the difference between heaps of gold jewelry and the amber in her eyes, shimmering like gilded shards of cherished earth. As she stared up at him with those faultless, glittery irises, Frank thought to himself that he was still out of his league. This brave, stunning woman laying sweetly in his arms, whose dear love felt like a fairytale…
His eyes wandered to her lips. Gorgeous, shapely little things—the lips that framed her every picturesque smile. At this moment, he couldn’t stop staring at them. He knew what he wanted to do. He wasn’t brave enough. What a poor excuse for a child of Mars, who could plunder the battlefield valiantly but now failed to summon enough courage to kiss his own girlfriend—
“Y—you can kiss me, Frank. It’s okay…”
His heart stopped for a moment. Frank looked back up to her eyes and he felt stupid, graceless, embarrassed; he must have been staring at her mouth so obviously. Could he be any less romantic?
Hazel looked rather shy herself. Her thumb drew nervous circles on his chest, and she struggled to maintain eye contact. But she had uttered those heart-stopping words, and she seemed to have meant them. Her back had straightened so that her face was a little closer in level to his. Likely on purpose. Frank could barely control his breathing. They had already kissed not long ago, but with the daylight dimmed, with the fact that they would usually be preparing for bed in separate rooms by now, this felt… different…
Gods, he was so uncool.
— PSH, Ch. 01
♡ Read the full chapter on AO3, here.
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