percy jackson

demigod, teenager, trouble magnet. [part of "london's calling" roleplay]       (not affliliated with Riordan/PJO)

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painted my entire room yesterday and gearing up for the second coat today!

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To People Who Say Musicals Are Unrealistic Part IV

Annabeth, Percy, and Grover: We're lost in the world and the world is FREAKIN' AWFUL!

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achcse:

Percy had always been in Annabeth’s future. The first ever prophecy she was given, at a mere age of seven, relayed him coming to her, aligning himself with her and embarking on a whirlwind that would change her life forever. She had always believed the quest the oracle told her about was their trip to retrieve Percy’s mother from the underworld, but at she’s gazing into his green eyes, she considers that maybe this was the quest after all, and the prophecy is now complete. Yeah, she wants to be normal, have a normal relationship, chaste kisses in the hall and walking to school together. She normally feels cheated out of a regular life, but for once, she feels that being a half-blood has made her lucky. Their pain and suffering, the wait, has only made this more special to her. She almost voices her thoughts to him, but she is distracted by his lips. She liked watching him talk and smile, but she is surprised when she notices his lily pink lips inching closer towards hers. She meets his lips with her own, almost desperate for this kiss. She had dreamt of this moment in most of her spare time, and the reality of it almost takes her breath away. She kisses him back, her lips move gently against his, but she puts as much passion as she can muster into it and both of her hands find their way to tangle in his dark hair. And when the kiss is done, she moves her head a tiny bit to catch her breath while her hands keep him close to her. “— Wow,” she mumbles, floored by the discovery of how pleasurable it can be to kiss your best friend. “— It took you long enough, Seaweed Brain.” She teases, who would she be without the teasing? She still manages to look at him lovingly, her fingers that need constant stimulation fiddled with his hair.

He’d made impulsive choices before, some of them between life and death, but kissing Annabeth still ranked high in terms of stakes. However, as soon as he felt her respond, Percy knew he’d made the right decision. He’d thought a lot about what it might be like to kiss her, and the reality outdid the expectations. Describing it would be next to impossible, but his mind mostly goes blank because there’s nothing awkward about it, despite his lack of experience in this area. His hand had slid down her arm during the kiss, now resting by her shoulder, her blonde hair brushing the back of his hand.

Percy had always liked her hair, but touching your best friend’s hair in a platonic way? It was sort of unusual. But now, as her fingers brushed through his dark, messy hair, he let his fingertips run through her curls. That’s when they need air, and he opens his eyes, wondering if she has anything to say. When it’s ‘wow’, Percy smiles sheepishly. “Yeah...” He practically breathes, other words not coming to mind. 

He feigns being offended by her teasing, but can’t keep a straight face as he speaks. “Wow, Wise Girl. You’re so mean.” He ends up leaning over her, quickly kissing her again: short and chaste. “I can’t believe it took me so long, either.” He comments. 

[ohpureblood]

percy jackson and annabeth chase, percy jackson and the olympians and heroes of olympus “as long as we’re together”

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achcse:

Her throat tightens, it stings, but she’s not sure what stings the most, the fact that the greatest irony is finding someone who’s perfect and then realising that there’s nothing in this universe could hurt you more. What’s the point, then, of it all? She’s ready to get up shy away from him, lock herself in a separate room and lecture herself on the fragility of the human heart when his voice saying her name goads her back to reality. She feels the shift in the bed as he tries to look at her, and she’s grateful that her long, blonde ringlets can hide her so well. Thing surely have changed, she notes with a bit of irony. Her ears are stinging from his words, their affection is mutual, and she finally, slowly turns her figure back to him. Her stormy eyes meet his sea ones and she is reminded of the loss of a normal life, she would already be thinking about her senior prom and if Percy would ask her, where she was going to college, and she almost mourns for the normal Annabeth. Almost. His eyes also remind her of all they’ve been through, and how he’d never betray her like other have. “— I know being a half-blood comes with an early expiration date,” she begins. “— And I know that liking someone in this life doesn’t always turn out well.” She can feel Luke’s name hanging in the air, her old affection for him was not a secret. “— I don’t want to miss out on the life I have left by being afraid. Even being afraid for our friendship. Being afraid just means suffering twice.” She sighs, giving her words finality as she looks at him, a gleam in her eyes that a little bit hopeful, and her lips curl up in a smile. Her hand reaches forward to rest on his cheek. “— You’ve always meant so much to me, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy wanted to believe there was a chance they could live a relatively normal life, but even coming across a grown demigod was sort of unusual--evidence that their time was limited. Despite that, he couldn’t help but imagine that he could possibly have a future, and he wanted Annabeth to be in it. Their connection only seemed to make them better people, and stronger fighters. He didn’t feel burdened by thinking about her when they battled monsters, because they both knew the other was there to back them up. It didn’t keep him from worrying that she could be hurt or worse, but Percy had formed an unfailing faith in her. To him, there was no demigod stronger than her. 

Annabeth cared about him, and he cared about her. If they were mortal teenagers, they wouldn’t have all this to think about. But Percy could see her going to school for architecture, and meeting her outside one of her classes; going to get lunch, and being that annoying couple that never stopped holding hands. He understood their responsibility as demigods, and so much about them was hardwired for battle. But had the gods accounted for their childrens’ capacity for love?  

‘Being afraid just means suffering twice’. Percy watches as she reaches out, his hand moving to rest over hers. He feels a smile on his face, mirroring hers. Annabeth wanted him, and thought he was good enough. “That’s...” He began, finding he couldn’t continue, emotion threatening to bubble up. He’s incredibly happy, and it’s a little overwhelming. He laughs a little at himself, and takes a breath. “Screw the expiration date.” He says, before probably surprising them both, leaning down and touching his lips to Annabeth’s. 

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achcse:

She had done it. She has said what the two have been tiptoeing around for a while now. There’s a moment of relief, she’s happy it’s not just hanging in the air anymore and it’s been said, she’s got it off her chest. And then there’s the moment of dread following the relief. She’s scared that she has ruined her friendship with Percy, not just a relationship - but her friendship with him, and that was arguably the best relationship she’s ever had with a person. She wants him, in a romance sense, but she needs him, in a friend sense. She feels her stomach doing flops between the silence they shared. Everyone around her tells her that it must be fate, nothing else could be so absolute and ‘meant to be’- but right now, in the silence it just feels like a half-forgotten dream, waiting for her to look just a little hard so it can fall apart at the seams, mocking her with every shattered stitch. And then she feels the hand on her shoulder. She doesn’t assume anything, he had always comforted her, and relaxes her now, like he always does. She hears his words, she hangs on every syllable he says, but she doesn’t turn around. “— I don’t want to deal with hypotheticals right now, no ‘what if’. You do or you don’t, Percy.” Her voice is soft and her normal confident tone is teetering on nervous. This was scarier than any monster she’s come up against - she has to live with this for the rest of her most-likely-short life. That’s a while other thing to worry about, she thinks. She calls herself selfish, for even saying something like this, when she should have considered both of their future first. What an fearful thing to love what death can touch so easily. A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be – and to lose.

He feels bad for hesitating for so long, the silence hanging in the air. After she responds, not turning around, he almost replies with ‘I just woke up’. Hearing her tone of voice, Percy thinks better of it and tries to figure out what to do. He knows how she feels now, and he could be honest. They could be happy together. But what would happen if something went wrong? He couldn’t lose Annabeth. She wasn’t just a girl he had a crush on; she was his best friend. They’d been through so much together. 

He could claim that he doesn’t think of her like that, but he’d rather face a dozen minotaurs than hurt Annabeth. She’d made herself completely vulnerable, confessing her feelings. Maybe she sensed that Percy would probably never put himself in that place first, afraid of messing it up. He’d been told that he took on the blame for many things, even if they weren’t his fault--or if something happened he had no control over. But that wasn’t really the case right now. 

A beautiful, intelligent, brave girl was telling him to be honest: no hypotheticals or what-ifs. ‘You do or you don’t, Percy’. No ‘Seaweed Brain’. “Annabeth...” He began, trying to choose the right words. He usually wasn’t good at that. Self-doubt threatened to creep in, telling Percy he should spare her the struggle of being with him. But she’d always stayed by his side, even when they disagreed about Luke. As much as he’d been annoyed that she’d remained hopeful for the lightning thief, Percy couldn’t deny he admired Annabeth for her unfailing faith in the people she cared about. “I don’t want to mess this up.” He admitted, sitting up, trying to see her face by leaning over. He paused, figuring there was a reason she was still turned away. “Things have changed. I kept--I don’t know--denying it, because I was afraid of ruining everything.” Percy explained. “But I like you.” There. He’d said it. Well, he could be more specific. “You’re not just my best friend, either.” 

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achcse:

Once her gray eyes catch sight of his green ones, from where she’s standing it seems almost reckless to consider a future without him, so why shouldn’t that start right now? She almost audibly sighs, because how could there be so much going on in the world outside of this room, when Annabeth felt so content, right where she was? She’s seeing Percy in a whole new light. Sure, she’s fallen asleep next to him, even on him before, crouched in tiny corners and hiding and in the most uncomfortable of places - but never like this. Never has she chose to sleep next to him, where the situation didn’t demand it. 

She can’t bring herself to be embarrassed by her actions, because it’s what she wanted and she’s not sorry, and he didn’t seem to be upset. Her free hand wistfully moves from his cheek, to tangle in his dark hair. “— I didn’t want to be too far from you,” she says, in an attempt to explain why she was in his bed. “I thought if I went to far, you wouldn’t have been here when I woke up, like I had dreamt finding you or something.” She offers him up a sheepish smile. She is so content, that she’s willing to consider this whole ‘ending up in London’ a well deserved trip from the universe or the gods, whatever, for her to be with him. She knows that’s not true, of course, there’s a looming danger, but there’s nothing she can do about it now, so she should just be as happy as she can for as long as she can. She’s ready to take her next leap of faith, acting on the fact that she might not have much time with him left. She was always the first in their relationship, the risk taker, and she figured the continuity of their relationship would depend on her courage as well. Her hand moves from his hair, to his shoulder as she tries to be a little bit more serious. She knows her face is probably cherry red everywhere now, and her next words come out a little hoarse, but she continues. “— I think about you a lot, Seaweed Brain. In a more than a friend way.” She immediately groans once the words leave her mouth and she turns to bury her face in a pillow. That’s it. She’s done it. Ruined meticulous friendship with two sentences.

Percy could remember a time, not that long ago, where if someone implied a romantic relationship between himself and Annabeth, he would immediately deny it. As time passed, he found that he’d started to just change the subject, not responding with a flat-out ‘no’. He guessed he’d had a crush of some sort since they were pre-teens. Percy was impressed by her, and then it grew into admiration. Now, it was something else entirely and he wasn’t sure he could be the one to make a move and change everything between them--no matter how much he wanted to. On some level, they were both aware that half-bloods didn’t normally get the chance to have typical relationships. Despite that, Percy often imagines his future, and it doesn’t consist of 24/7 monster fights, or quests, or even camp. 

He’s starting to wake up more, and the feeling of her hand in his hair makes his heart speed up again. The explanation makes sense, considering how they’re both in London with no idea of how they’d gotten here. However, he couldn’t help but feel flattered that Annabeth hadn’t wanted to be away from him. “We’re both definitely really here.” He responds quietly, noting how warm and comfortable it is, being so close to her. Once again, he studies her features, wondering if it was worth the risk to say something or do something that would make his feelings for her known. 

Then she’s blushing, and he wants to point it out, because teasing her is sometimes fun. He also wants to ask if she’s okay, since she seems to be searching for words for a moment--and Annabeth usually knew exactly what she wanted to say. When she does speak, his eyebrows raise a little, mouth falling slightly open in surprise. She likes him. As more than a friend. Then she’s hiding her face, and Percy kind of freezes for a second. Is it real? He almost pinches himself to confirm, but his dreams aren’t usually as good as the girl he likes confessing her feelings for him. 

Athena would probably be pissed off at the situation: her daughter, in bed with a son of Poseidon, admitting romantic feelings for him. But Percy’s mind wasn’t focused on her mother at all. Reaching over his free hand, he touches her shoulder. Now or never, he thinks, and takes a breath to prepare himself. “What if I...liked you, too?” He asks. Even though Annabeth has proven that she’s not someone who’d leave him, Percy (and many demigods) had understandable abandonment issues. Yes, his mom was always supportive, but years of being seen as ‘no good’ made him start to believe he wasn’t good enough for anyone--and he really wanted to be good enough for someone. For Annabeth.

[thebookofbella]

friend: “yeah so what do you look for in a guy?” my mind: me: “uh actually i’ve never thought about it”

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achcse:

She was still fast asleep until she feels a slight shuffle around her. Her skin is warm where the sun was shining in, beating down against her and her eyes saw what was like a filmy lense when she opened then. All signs of a relaxing and good night’s sleep. She then feels the presence on her hip, looks down to see the familiar tanned hand. She sighs with contentment, and carefully maneuvers herself to turn and face him but still keeps his arm around her. She yawns once more more pursing her lips, looking at his still ‘sleeping’ face. “— Hey,” she says softly, her free hand goes to his cheek to gently stroke it. She could get used to this, she wistfully thinks, waking up next to him and just being so close. Sure, she’s kind of dreading him actually opening his eyes because then she’d have to explain why she’s in her bed and touching him because it’s not exactly a friend thing to do. But she doesn’t care much about that, she’s warm and happy and with the person that cares most about her and who she cares the most about too. She wants to fully kiss him to wake him up and get his attention, but that’s all too much for this moment and she needs more concrete proof of his affection before she takes the leap. “— I think my hair is kinda wet from your drool, thanks a lot.”

He almost kissed Annabeth Chase. Even as he pretended to be asleep, Percy couldn’t ignore that fact. He’d thought about it a lot, but had never actually gotten as close to the reality as a moment ago. He felt pretty confused, mostly because he started to think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he had kissed her. There was a chance she’d be okay with it, right? They were such close friends, and they’d been comfortable with each other on the couch, sharing a blanket. But then he considered the possibility that she could be upset, or angry. What if he kissed her, and it was like taking advantage of their friendship, and the fact that she’d let him stay here? 

Her voice is soft, and Percy tries his best to ‘wake up’ realistically; not too quickly, but not too slow either. He doesn’t even think about the slightly goofy smile that spreads over his features, unconsciously leaning into her touch. Hearing her talk about drool, his eyes widen and he glances at his pillow. Then he realizes she was joking. Oh. Duh. “Yeah, well...you know, Son of Poseidon and everything.” He replies mirthfully. 

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louis-weasley:

Louis chuckled slightly at the male’s response; it was much more calm and less ‘you’re mental; that’s just a stick’ then what he expected. “It is, yeah.” Thankfully, the other hadn’t seemed interested in pushing questions, or else he thought he would be stuck and unable to explain himself. His brows knitted together when the other boy paused after saying he hadn’t eaten since he got here. Louis tilted his head, eyeing the other for a good measure just to make sure he wasn’t about to make a mistake. he seemed harmless, at least to Louis he did. Placing the wand on the table as he made a mental decision, he sighed. “Well, if you’re that hungry you’re willing to steal a pie, you could just come in and eat something. I don’t think it’s fair you’re that hungry, and no one’s willing to feed you — that is if no one’s offered yet. which still wouldn’t be fair, you don’t deserve to go hungry.”

“Really?” Percy asks, surprised to hear the offer. It’s generous, and he thinks about how there’s no way this guy can know he’s not a threat. Yet, here he is, inviting him in to eat something. “That’s...thank you, really.” He says gratefully, and remembers the ruined pie on the ground by his feet. His eyes move to it, and he leans down. “I’ll just, uh, pick this up so it doesn’t attract any b--well, I don’t know if there’s bears in London, but...” He shrugs his shoulders, picking up the tin and tossing it into the trash can before walking to the door of the house. 

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ooc: I’m going to try and get some sleep. My mood went downhill really fast after a person (on another rp) tried to make me feel bad for mentioning that I’m unemployed while others continuously complained about their jobs. I expected a little more compassion since I told them how long I’ve been looking for work. It’s really hard, and I’m really upset that this person didn’t seem to care about my feelings at all. Anyway, I just had to vent. Hopefully tomorrow will be easier.

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achcse:

Annabeth watches him plop into bed, his words trail off, and an amused look sweeps across her face. “— You’re so cute, even if you’re already drooling,” she mutters, and even if he did hear it, he wouldn’t remember by morning. She looks at him over once more, and a tiny sigh escapes past her lips. She doesn’t want to be in her room alone, she had just spent all that time by herself and the thought of being away from Percy for just twenty minutes upset her, let alone hours. And really, what are the odds that her mother is watching her, out of all of her kids, out of all times of the day, right now? She’s practically an adult. Almost legally an adult. She’s been on her own for the past ten years and can make her own decisions, she figures. Curling up to her best friend/crush shouldn’t be a big deal. She climbs up on the bed on his free side, she’s careful not to move too much and disturb him a lot. She does, however, give him a light tap on the chest and bring her lips down to his ear to whisper to him. “— I don’t want to be without you,” she admits, and she even blushes softly at her own words. She had finally said it out loud, she was proud of herself, even if he was passed out for her confession. Triumphantly, she pulls the blanket over both of them, nestles into his side, and presses her cheek up against his chest. The thumping of his heartbeat eventually lulled her into sleep.

Percy drifts into a deep sleep, a nice change from the somewhat fitful rest he’d experienced in the park. He’d had his hand on Riptide pretty much that entire night, and tonight could finally relax. Perhaps there was even some kind of protection given to the house, since it was Athena’s place (although it was probably officially Annabeth’s dad’s, since gods likely didn’t sign leases). He shifts a little in his sleep, relaxing into a source of warmth he can’t consciously recognize as being his blond companion. 

Hours pass before Percy’s eyes open slowly, sensitive to the light that’s streaming through the blinds. He turns his head away from it, only to find himself very, very close to Annabeth. She’s still sleeping, eyes closed and features absolutely peaceful. His breath catches in his throat as his gaze moves over her face, to her pink lips. That familiar desire to kiss her returns, and he actually begins to lean in until she stirs. Losing his nerve, Percy decides to pretend he hasn’t woken up, laying back and closing his eyes (but not moving the arm that found it way around her, his hand resting over her hip).

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lenaxtns:

“Well I don’t know if I would trust the citizens of London.” Lena commented with a laugh, finding the idea more amusing than anything. She hadn’t realized how many things she enjoyed about home. “But the cloudy weather definitely makes me think we’re in England.” She was surprised it wasn’t pouring rain really. Lena raised an eyebrow, offering the guy a teasing smile. “Ya sure about that love? Most places ‘round here will serve you beer or wine as long as you’re sixteen. You just won’t be able to get your hands on the hard stuff unfortunately, or at least not without some sketchy help.”

Percy frowned. Who could he trust then? Probably no one. That was a depressing thought. He made a mental note to keep a careful eye out for anyone who seemed like they could be a monster. Just because he didn’t know where he was didn’t mean he suddenly lost his demigod scent that monsters loved. “I’m seventeen, but I don’t drink.” He tells her, not mentioning that the smell of beer in particular makes him feel sick to his stomach. It reminded him of his disgusting former stepfather, Gabe.

[will-smolace]

Percy: Can I ask a dumb question?

Annabeth: Better than anyone I know.

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louis-weasley:

Louis blinked, staring at the guy who had to be around the same age as him and was frozen on the spot. A light laugh passed Louis’ lips whenever the male admitted to attempting to steal the pie. At least he was honest, he thought. “It’s fine, really, I’m just —” Louis cut himself off at the mention of his wand, his eyes reverting back to the stick in his hand. his first instinct was to hide it, and act like it wasn’t; another part of him, told him there was no use in lying when the other had just told the truth when they could’ve lied. “Erm, yeah, it is.” he simply said, holding it up and shrugging his shoulders. “why were you attempting to steal a pie?”

Leave it to Percy Jackson to be distracted by a wand. If it is, he wonders how it works--and hopes that it won’t be used against him. He’s not really sure how he or Riptide would fare against magic. The laugh made Percy think that this guy wasn’t on the offense, which made him feel less like turning and running. “Oh. Cool.” He replied, nodding a little. His mouth gapes open a little at the question, before he decides to continue this trend of honesty. It’s kept him unharmed so far, after all. “I woke up here and haven’t eaten since...” He paused, unsure of when he’d last had a meal. 

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itsgoingtobeabigbigbigday:

“I did, a few days ago.” She confided now that she knew he was in the same situation. “It has happened to many others so you are not alone in your confusion. The story I’ve been told is that a divine being brought us here- hardly an illuminating explanation, I know.” That was the extent of her limited information on the subject, she wished she knew more.

‘Divine being’? Percy’s thoughts jump to a potential conclusion: the Gods? His brow furrows as he tries to consider what scenario would involve placing people in London against their will. He wracks his brain, but comes up no answers. It doesn’t make any sense at all. “That’s more than I know.” He confessed, and paused. “Who told you? About the ‘divine being’ thing.” 

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