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On Your Toes (Percabeth Ballet AU) Five Works, ratings T through E
Percy, a young soloist with The New York City Ballet, had gotten used to his spot in the back of the room, content with his role in the fourth cast of the company's upcoming production of "The Sleeping Beauty." But when the principal male lead gets injured, he's given the chance to dance with Annabeth -- the company's star, recently back after a long leave of absence. He's got one chance to dance with her in rehearsal. As he takes his spot at the front of the room, he knows that this is not simply a rehearsal. It's an audition.
The sudden retirement of Annabeth's ex-finacé had left one male principal spot open in the company, and Percy is determined to finally earn his promotion.
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G Rated
Christmas Lists, Christmas Gifts Chapters 1/1
Percy was pretty good at getting gifts for Annabeth. She wasn’t that subtle about what she wanted. He was sure his wife wanted a dog. He was going to get her dream dog for Christmas.
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Annabeth spent weeks subtly trying to get Percy to say what kinds of dogs he might like. Ever since they moved back to New York, and he’d once again left Mrs. O'Leary in New Rome, her husband had been a bit bummed out, staring wistfully at every dog they passed on the street. She was sure he’d love to get a puppy for Christmas. And she was going to get it for him.
A Little (Vegan) Treat Chapters 1/1
Percy had wanted to open up a bakery, but a coffee shop that sold pastries seemed a lot more lucrative. In hindsight he was glad he did. Every day, Annabeth - a young professional about his age - started her day with one of his soy lattes. He wasn't sure if she was actually a vegan or dairy-free, but she inspired him to add a few new vegan treats to the menu anyway.
T Rated
silence and slow time Chapters 1/1
Intellectually he knew that somehow eighteen years had passed since her arrival (birth?), but in his mind she was still seven -- that scared, smart, sweet little girl. He’d seen her plenty in the last few years, sure, he knew she had grown up, but she … she was still so little when he thought about her.
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Fred invites Percy and Annabeth to stay Thanksgiving their first year of college, and for the first time, Fred really needs to confront that his daughter is an adult now. He wants to connect with her and remind her that she is part of the family.
So, of course, he manages to say all of the wrong things.
Ever After Chapters 42/?
Percy and Annabeth have dreaming about their future together and their kids since they were teenagers. It's past time they got their happy, domestic future.
This is a drabble collection of stories from their future life in New York City with their four daughters.
E Rated
Princess, I Found You At Last chapter 5/6, more in the tumblr tag
Percy tapped his foot nervously as his father stared at him. It was never a great sign when his dad needed to speak with him. Percy was not, by any means, an important part of the Spanish monarchy: fourth son of the king's brother. He was basically a socialite with a memorable ocean-themed back tattoo.
"Did you," his father finally said, "have sex with the heir to the Swedish throne last night?"
Percy laughed. "What? No, of course not."
Oh he had, he so had.
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Modern Royals and old college rivals Percy Jackson of Spain, and Annabeth Chase of Sweden meet at a party and get snapped by paparazzi. Their hookup makes the front page.
All Up In Your Mind Chapters 1/1
Annabeth's architecture firm had her on some strict deadline for a proposal that needed to be flawless. She was due for a promotion soon, to be sure. She was also due to stand up, use the bathroom, and eat something. Annabeth sat down the moment she got home at five and barely moved in two hours. Percy was tired of watching her ignore her own needs. But there was an easy solution.
He picked up the little pink toy they kept in her nightstand. It only when someone used the remote. The remote was in Percy’s bedside drawer.
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Annabeth has been working hard and working late trying to earn a promotion. But she often forgets about her physical needs when she gets sucked into work. Percy comes up with a fun way to remind her when its time to take breaks and to teach her the value of self care.
Pure/Honey Chapters 1/1
"Have you ever heard of squirting?" Annabeth asked.
Percy's face went red. He tried to play it cool. "Uh, yeah, yeah, I've heard of it. Why?"
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Or - the first time Percy figures out how to get Annabeth to squirt, and he can't get enough.
Smart Boy Chapters 1/1
It hadn’t taken long for Annabeth to discover that Percy really liked to be praised. Just about everything worked. Comments about his looks had the least effect, but not nothing. Comments on what he did to her, or when she told him he was doing a good job getting her off? Well, those made him work even harder. And then there were comments about how smart he was.
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Annabeth gets some ideas about how to really bring out Percy's praise kink …
Summer Renaissance Chapters 1/1
It was something about storms, Annabeth hypothesized. The thunder and lightning might be Zeus, but Poseidon was the storm bringer. And whatever the storms did to Percy, it worked out in her favor.
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Percy and Annabeth are chased off the beach by a sudden summer storm, but they make the best of it.
This one I wrote for Percy's birthday last year. And I'm actually so bummed about it, because it was so vivid and clear in my head. I had it all plotted, I had the dialogue in my mind. But I only got half way through before I got too tired and had to sleep. And I woke up in the morning with literally no memory of what I was planning to do. So it's just lived in my drafts for a year. And this is why, writers, always take note of where you left off and where you plan to go next.
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Percy had two simple birthday requests: a nice dinner out, and a chill day to hang out with his girls. On Saturday, they'd done the dinner with his parents, Grover, and Nico. Today, his actual birthday, was all about chillin'.
If he could get Sophia to sit still for more than five minutes without the dulcet tones of Lin Manuel Miranda via Moana, that was.
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Percy felt a small weight settle between him and Annabeth. They were sleeping pretty close together, so their three-year-old really had to wedge herself in there.
"Daddy," Sophia said in the breathy voice of a three year old trying to whisper. He could feel her little hand on his face, trying to nudge him awake. Percy opened his eyes and smiled at his little girl. "Happy birthday!" Sophia said, her voice rising in volume, but still trying to whisper.
Percy pulled her in for a cuddle. "Thank you, Love Bug."
It was the first year she seemed to really understand the appeal of a birthday. She'd gone all-out planning her own Barbie Princess party earlier in the month, and had a blast "organizing" (as far as she knew) both Annabeth and Percy's birthday celebrations.
"We straight chillin' today?" She asked him.
Annabeth' laughed, 's laugh surprised Percy. He'd thought for sure she was still asleep.
"What?" Sophia asked. "It's wha' he wants to do."
Annabeth rolled over and joined their cuddle. "I know, sweetie. You're just a cutie."
Annabeth kissed one of Sophia's cheeks. When she pulled away, Sophia leaned her other cheek closer to Percy and pointed at it. Percy laughed this time, and did as he was instructed.
They only had a few minutes before Annabeth's alarm sounded. It was a Monday after all. While Percy was still off until the end of August, buildings had to be designed year-round. But instead of slipping into their master bathroom, she slipped out the bedroom door, and came back a minute later carrying a very sleeping looking Nella. Annabeth laid the two-year-old down next to her sister, before Annabeth got back into bed too.
"Mommy, you chillin' with us today?" Sophia asked.
Percy could tell Annabeth was trying so hard not to laugh, and not to say yes, of course.
"No, I have to go to work," Annabeth sighed. "But I want just a few more minutes of straight chillin' before I go."
"You could always call in sick," Percy reminded her.
Annabeth kicked him lightly under the covers. "Don't tempt me. I have a very important presentation today."
"Well, we'll just have to save some chillin for when you get back," Percy said.
Annabeth's alarm beeped again. With a groan, she pulled herself up, but she made sure everyone got a good morning kiss before getting out of bed.
I would love to see Sophia becoming the supreme lord of bathroom! I also secretly like the Teacher AU, despite usually preferring canon.
I also really like the teacher au. That's another one that's not quite in my brain yet, but if there is more you'd like to see, I'm sure I could come up with something.
This fic is another one where I felt like I hit the limits of my imagination. I don't know what I would do if I had a child who was being bullied - I don't know how I'd react, what I would tell them, or how I'd deal with the school. I also don't know how schools deal with those situations these days. I don't even know how kids bully each other these days. I really went into this one expecting to write the whole thing, and then quickly realized I don't know how to write it.
Baby fics are so much less complicated. I get stories from people or social media, and then I just translate the love I have for my cats into the love Percy and Annabeth have for their kids. It's much easier.
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Ken had hoped that Mr. Jackson would be the parent in this meeting. A teacher himself, he tended to be a bit more sympathetic to the teacher's side of the story. But instead, it was Mrs. Jackson who'd shown up. She sat with her arms and legs crossed, a vaguely angry look on her face, and a nervous-looking daughter on either side of her. Her hair was pulled back tight, giving her already sharp features even more intensity. Everything about her screamed "I have more important places to be."
The principal steadied himself, resting his folded hands on the top of his desk as he finished the story.
When Ken explained that the bathroom did appear damaged and vandalized with her daughters standing in the middle of it, the only two dry kids in the room, Mrs. Jackson just blinked at him. But Sophia looked up at her, pleading eyes silently begging her mother for forgiveness for whatever she'd managed to do in there. Ken felt vindicated.
"Given the circumstances, we think a few days of in-school-suspension -" Ken started. Both of the girls had good grades and no previous track record for causing such intentional trouble. ISS was letting them off easy. Other kids might get expelled.
"I'm sorry," Mrs. Jackson help up a hand to cut him off. She closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. "You actually think two middle school girls erupted the building's plumbing, and did it so precisely that they managed to stay dry while soaking other girls, and they did this all in..." she leaned forward to the bathroom sign-in sheet that marked Nella going in at 1:12 and Sophia at 1:14. They had been caught at 1:17. "Under five minutes?"
Mrs. Jackson's voice was as steady as a defense attorney, and Ken felt sweat prickle his neck. It was a hard sell.
"I understand that this seems like a stretch, but even the plumber said -"
"When was this building finished?" She asked, scanning the walls.
Ken sighed. She'd hosted an assembly last year about the history of the city's architecture. He knew she had some kind of damn-near encyclopedic knowledge of buildings, codes, and permits.
He really wished Mr. Jackson had shown up.
"I've lived in some old buildings, Mrs. Jackson, but I've never heard of a toilet exploding up and out the way these ones did," Ken explained.
"Well, I've never heard of a sixth and seventh grader causing something like this either," Mrs. Jackson countered.
Ken resisted the urge to sigh and collapse into folded arms on the table.
"Look, I'll level with you," he tried. "The other girls' parents aren't too happy about this. They want your daughters expelled. I don't want that. They are talented, smart, and usually well-behaved." Flattering her kids wasn't working, he could tell. "Three days in ISS won't even effect their college prospects."
"But it could affect my high school ones!" Sophia yelped suddenly. "This isn't fair!"
"Do you want to tell me why it isn't fair?" Ken asked her.
He could see Sophia working up a story in her mind, trying to figure out what she could get away with saying.
"They're a bunch of bullies," Sophia said. "Mommy, they followed Nella into the bathroom to bug her more. I saw them go in, and when I got in, they had the sinks on and were splashing water over the stall onto her."
"That's what happened," her sister concurred.
"Nella was dry when Mrs. Hollander found them all," Ken offered.
Ken could tell this was becoming useless. Mrs. Jackson wasn't looking happy.
"Have you spoken to those girls' parents about their bullying? Because we've been here plenty of times before asking you all to do something about it, and nothing ever happens. So now what? These girls play with the plumbing to harass my daughter again, and yet, somehow, it's her fault?"
Ken was searching for the right thing to say, when Nella started crying. Ken sighed. It was the girl's constant crying that got her bullied in the first place, but it also did a lot for keeping her out of trouble. If Ken had any hope of winning this battle, that hope was gone now.
"Principal Davis," Nella said through her tears, "it's not her fault. She just wanted to help me."
Mrs. Jackson wrapped an arm around the crying one before looking back to him. "I think we're done here."
"I don't think so," Ken said to her. "This isn't a debate, Mrs. Jackson."
"You are trying to punish my girls for your school's faulty plumbing, while defending their bullies. If this isn't a debate, then it is a meeting to let you know that they will both be transferring as soon as possible."
That was less than ideal. The school's tuition was one thing, but Sophia's high likelyhood of getting into one of the tech triangle high schools was another. The school could really use a numbers boost there. Not to mention her high math scores. Nella he could do without, but not the older one.
"Fine," Ken caved, "no ISS for now. But if they get in anymore trouble -"
"Understood," Mrs. Jackson said, "come on girls." She stood up and the kids followed, grabbing their backpacks and walking out the office door.
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The school's door swung shut behind them.
"Mommy," Sophia started.
"Not yet," Annabeth said to her. Annabeth reached into her work bag and found a pack of tissues to hand to Nella. "Come on, keep walking. We'll talk about this later."
They made it ten minutes without saying anything. Annabeth stopped them in front of a McDonald's, and led them inside.
"Who wants a snack?" She asked them. Both girls muttered "me," half-heatedly. "You two aren't in trouble," she paused, "with me and your dad at least. We'll see about the school. Order whatever you want."
"Can I get an ice cream?" Nella asked.
"Sure," Annabeth said. "You're both old enough to order for yourselves," she nudged them towards the counter.
Trays of food in hand, they found a booth and sat down.
"Alright, be honest, what happened," Annabeth said.
They both started talking at once, sometimes trading off details, sometimes speaking over one another, but Annabeth got the gist. The girls bullied Nella, Sophia stepped in, her fathers genetics did what they did, and suddenly, every sink and toilet was erupting on the other girls, but not on Nella and Sophia. And that's when they got caught.
Annabeth sighed. "The next time you explode a bunch of toilets, can you make sure you get wet too? It is a bad look for you to walk out of there dry." Sophia nodded. "And Nella, they've been getting away with this for too long. You know how to fight. If they keep messing with you, put them in your place. The school might be mad, but you won't be in trouble with us."
Nella nodded, but Annabeth could see tears in her eyes. Seeing her daughter near-tears again broke her heart. The on-going bullying hadn't been easy for any of them. Percy had done her best to help talk Nella through it, but the school seemed reluctant to do anything. It was getting to a point where they were thinking about switching schools, and hoping that Nella would find her tribe by high school.
so curious to see anything you have of the fantasy AU in drafts!! It’s so fun to see the process and the earlier stages of some of your writing!
I actually do have quite a bit of this written out! I never kept it up because ... well, I hate world building. Plots and I do not get along. I also could never decide if this was more of a historical fiction setting, just with fictional countries and cultures, or if it was more like Lord of the Rings Game of Thrones where there a much more vast fantasy landscape on top of a historical-inspired setting, where magic and magical creatures are real. So there aren't actually a lot of fantasy elements, but because western fantasy draws so much on European history, it feels vaguely romantasy to me. But it also feels a bit Bridgerton to me (historically inaccurate historical fiction). I think that if I were to ever write this in full, it would not only need a strong plot and better world-building, but also more research, a clearer inspiration, and a stronger voice. Right now it all feels a bit flimsy. But I did have a lot of fun writing the pages that I do have. This was like a two day long hyperfixation project.
The general plot is that Percy and Annabeth meet as kids. She's in line for her mother's throne, he is the fourth-born son of a rival kingdom, but this is peace time. They don't see each other in person for years because of distance, but they always write. So they fall in love with each other through letters, and then ultimately conspire to get married. Its a bit of a love match, a bit of a marriage of convenience match. And then they see each other in person, realize the other one has gotten super hot in the last eight years, and they start a happy marriage. But while they have an easy time conceiving a child, Annabeth suffers a few miscarriages early on, and they decide for her health to stop having P in V sex. After about 6 months of this pseudo-abstinence, they sleep together again, conceive again, and then they are waiting to see what will happen. This all also happens while the pair are on a long-term tour of the country, so they are far from home and lacking in privacy.
Very angsty with some smut sprinkled in. Some of the royalty elements did ultimately inspire Modern Royals, even if that fic is all around a very different story. You can also see where I took some of this and put it in my Future Canon fic of Percy and Annabeth trying to conceive Sophia. So no effort is wasted!
I think this is one of several fics I've titled "A Marriage of True Minds" because it is just one of my all time favorite lines from Shakespeare's sonnets (although I don't actually agree with the conceit of that sonnet)
Content warning for talk of miscarriage (although one does not happen in this draft), vomit, and other pregnancy-related embarrassments. This is also NSFW in between all the angst.
Fic below the cut
They were guests in the lord's house. As princess and heir-apparent, Annabeth was used to being allowed to go wherever she wanted, but she and Percy had tried to be gracious and non-disruptive guests. But Lord Pontus had insisted they visit the secluded spring and waterfall on the edge of his property. His suggestion came with a subtle wiggle of the eyebrow towards the married couple.
The tour of the kingdom had been pushed back several times, and each delay spread a new rumor that their princess was with child. She and Percy had passed their second-year wedding anniversary, though, and there was still no baby.
Percy went wide-eyed at the blue spring and lovely waterfall. "There's a grotto behind the falls," the lady of the house told Annabeth, "if you require privacy."
They told their guards to give them space.
Shaded behind some willow trees, they waded naked into the water. Annabeth had never been a strong swimmer, but the spring wasn't very deep, and Percy was strong enough to make sure she didn't drown. His country thrived on the sea; legend had it that his mother had given birth to him in the surf, waiting for his father to sail home.
Percy pulled her behind the waterfall. The water was loud and drowned out most sound, but he was close enough to her that she could still hear his voice.
"I've missed you, my love," he whispered.
Annabeth knew what he meant.
Three times. He'd gotten her pregnant three times a year and a half, and each one had left her within weeks. The palace healers had told them both there was nothing they could do. Under the enormous weight of their griefs, they had simply given up trying. Percy couldn't bear the idea of putting her thought that pain again, and Annabeth loathed the idea of him seeing her fail another time.
("You aren't failing!" "What would you call it?" "I'd call it ... something that isn't your fault. You aren't choosing to do this!" "But it's happening anyway!")
"I've missed you too," she said, reaching into the water and between their bodies.
They still shared a bed and took pleasure in one another, but she hadn't let him inside her in over six months. She was starting to forget how he felt. How wonderful he made her feel when they were joined, what it was like to feel him finish inside her, and possessively cling to her in the moments right after.
Percy was quick to rise. Annabeth wrapped her legs around him, weightless in the water.
"Please, Percy, just once," she said.
Percy nodded frantically, burying his face in her shoulder and his cock inside her. The rock of the grotto had been smoothed out over time, and Percy braced a hand on it, using it for leverage without letting Annabeth crash into it.
Annabeth moaned out his name as he rocked into her, and the waterfall drowned it out. She kept her legs snaked around him, and her arms over his shoulders, letting him thrust into her and splash water up onto her breasts with every motion.
"Oh gods," she sighed, as Percy ran a hand over her breast and pinched her nipple. She had never known how sensitive her breasts were. In the rare moments she touched herself before marriage, it had been quick and clinical. But on their wedding night, Percy had pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, and she nearly came just from the new, welcomed, bliss of it. If there weren't going to be any children to feed, at least someone enjoyed her breasts.
"In my country," Percy started, as his hand slipped lower, to the part of her that so desperately needed attention. He rolled the bud between two fingers (Annabeth had shown him how during their honeymoon), as he continued, "water is sacred. It's life-bringing and healing. My mother gave birth to me alone, standing waist-deep in the tides. It was how women used to bring life into the world, in the old days," he explained.
Annabeth had read enough scientific tomes to know that there was certainly truth to water being healing -- humans needed it to survive and to stay clean, but it couldn't heal her. But at least this grotto could heal something between them.
"I love you," she whispered, threading her hand through his hair as he brought her closer to her edge.
What started as an I love you too, turned into a grunt and a warning from her husband. "Annabeth, I ... I'm --" Annabeth just tightened her legs around him.
"Just once," she said again. When she felt the hot pulse of him inside her for the first time in half a year, there was no holding back her own release. It wasn't as intense as his had been. He'd thrust into her hard, knocking her back against the grotto wall, trusting up hard into her. But it did bring out something in her. Annabeth clung to him, not letting him pull out or away as she buried her face in his shoulder to cry.
"I'm sorry," Percy said, rubbing her back. And she knew what for. "I'm sorry."
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Percy knew, roughly, when Annabeth was due for her blood. And he knew from the flash of anxiety on her face that morning, when she woke up to clean white sheets, that it was now overdue. It had been two weeks since their adventure in the grotto. He hadn’t been inside her since with anything but his tongue and fingers.
"Annabeth --" he started, not sure exactly what to say to her after that. She cut him off.
"It'll start in the middle of today, I'm sure," she said, forcing a chuckle. "I'll prepare just in case."
It didn't arrive, and every day without it left Annabeth more distant. She'd spend her day charming her liege lords and gossiping with ladies, and then she'd turn cold and aloof in their bedroom.
"How are you feeling?" Percy asked one night. Her face in a book, she pretended she didn't hear him.
Two weeks after she was due for her blood, Percy woke up again to clean sheets. He slipped out of bed and into the loo and let Annabeth continue sleeping. It had been a month since the grotto. Maybe, he thought, it would work this time.
He heard a sob from their bedroom. He stepped back out, and saw Annabeth balling up the white linens and her clean, white night dress. His now-naked wife threw the ball of linens at him.
"How could you do this to me?" She demanded.
"I -- I'm sorry," he offered.
"Get out!" She yelled at him. Her gaze softened a little, but her tears continued. "Please, Percy, leave me alone!"
Percy got dressed quickly in his travel clothes, and informed his host that Annabeth might not join them for their final breakfast together.
She joined them after all, looking perky and dressed in light blue. If her blood started, Percy thought, it would certainly stain this delicate fabric. His wife was playing chicken with the gods, and her dress was an unwilling sacrifice.
Back in the carriage house (and it did seem like that, a house. It was tall enough for them to stand in, with wide benches for sitting or laying, and even a small cubby with a bourdaloue) Annabeth sat across from him, a book on her lap.
"I'm sorry for this morning," she said when the carriage started to move.
"It's okay," Percy said. "I'm sorry for ..." he gestured to her, "putting you through this again."
Annabeth blushed. "I asked you ... I begged you to," she reminded him. "It isn't your fault. I just, I don't want to go through this again." Her eyes welled with tears and Percy moved to sit next to her.
"Come here," he said, pulling her into his body with a tight squeeze. "Should we cancel the rest of the tour? Head home early? You can rest, recover?"
Annabeth shook her head. "We're a month's ride away from home. It'll be over by then. Let's just hope Lady Diana is discreet." Lady Diana was an old maid who lived with her 'dear friend.' They were scheduled to stay there for three weeks, but they may be able to prolong the visit if Annabeth became ... unwell.
"It might not happen this time," Percy suggested.
Annabeth looked at him, her gray eyes a little blue today because of her dress, and she shook her head. "Please don't get your hopes up, Percy. Please don't do that to me."
"Okay, my love," he said. "Just rest for a while. We'll be at Lady Diana's by nighttime."
Annabeth settled into her husband's side, and closed her eyes.
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Annabeth sighed as she laced her corset up. She had ladies who could help her, but she preferred dressing on her own these days. Her breasts were tender, and had been for the last week. She had no desire to tell her ladies or anyone else what she and Percy knew; she was still certain it would pass before long.
But she'd been exhausted since arriving at Lady Diana's house. And using the loo more than usual. And now her breasts were sore. She had no appetite this morning either. They were leaving today, and whatever was growing inside her seemed to still be doing that. None of the others had changed her like this before. There had been no signs except the absence of bleeding.
She tried not to get excited.
In the carriage ride away, Annabeth had dozed off almost immediately. But she was jolted awake by the rolling of her stomach. Here we go, she thought, about to stand to use the bourdaloue and see certain proof this one was on its way out too.
But when she stood, what she'd eaten last night seemed to push its way back up.
"Stop the carriage," she said. Percy knocked on the wall, and yelled at the driver to stop as Annabeth opened the door. The sudden fresh air helped. The carriage stopped on the road, and she stepped out. She was desperate to relieve herself too, she realized, as nausea rolled back over her. Was it like this for all women?
Annabeth walked to the side of the carriage, resting a hand on the wood, as she doubled over. She heard Percy shooing away their drivers and footmen.
"Give her a moment," Percy instructed.
Annabeth vomited again, and felt the pressure on her bladder increase. Her face flushed hot as she realized she didn't have much of an option but to relieve herself there. Her body was close to choosing for her anyway. The split drawers she wore made it easy enough to simply spread her legs a little farther, as she gathered her skirts in one hand as best as she could.
"Annab--" Percy tried to rest a hand on her, but she shoved him away as her bladder let go and added to the puddle of filth in front of her. "Oh," Percy said with a chuckle.
"Don't laugh!" She said, her face still hot.
"I wasn't," he lied. She watched him unsnap his own trousers and pull himself out to join her in her shame. "Good opportunity," he said, "smart thinking." He handed her a handkerchief when she finished.
Annabeth stepped back a pace. The dirt in this part of the country was clay, and the mud made a shocking red color. Annabeth reached under her skirts with the hankie, wiping herself quickly before pulling it back. There wasn't any bleeding. She sighed in relief, and dropped the cloth on the ground in the mess.
"Are you okay?" Percy asked.
Annabeth glared at him. "I just vomited and wet myself at the same time," she muttered, "no I'm not okay."
Percy pulled her into a hug. He was smiling, and she couldn't understand why. "It happens," he said. She wasn't sure it happened to most people, actually, but she just let him hold her. "But I meant ... you looked nervous afterwards. Does everything ..." his thumbs rubbed over her hips, just grazing where ...
"Everything seemed to want to get out of my body all at once," she said, "so I thought maybe it wanted to leave too. When I woke up, I thought ..." she shook her head. "I thought I was losing it. There was all this sudden discomfort. But it was just ..." she gestured vaguely to the side of the carriage. Her stomach turned over again. "I think I'm going to be sick again," she said, pulling away from him. "Could you give me a minute alone? In case I shit myself next or something?" She tried to smile, but her mouth filled with saliva, and she turned away from him in a flash.
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Percy gave his wife a minute to herself. The drivers had been kind enough to give them some privacy, and they had always been very discrete.
"How far away are we, gentlemen?" Percy asked. "The princess isn't feeling well." Really, Percy had never been so happy to see his wife in such an unwell state. Her past pregnancies had never led to any symptoms, but he knew from his mother and sisters-in-law that these kinds of things were good signs, as unpleasant as they might be for the mother.
"Ten miles, My Lord," Augustus told him. "But there's an inn about a mile away."
Percy nodded. They had a train of people with them, about fifteen horsemen and staff ladies for Annabeth. "Have two riders go on ahead. Have the inn prepare for our party. Make sure there's a room for the princess and I with a tub. Have another rider go ahead and inform the lord that we will be there in a day or two, with any luck." Percy handed the driver a pouch of coins. "For the inn-keep."
"Should we write to the queen about her daughter, sir?" The man asked.
"No, let the princess tell her in her own time," Percy said. "Although, have the inn-keep send for a doctor."
"Apologies if this is too bold, sir, but ... a healer or a midwife?" Augustus asked.
Percy paused. Annabeth seemed to be ignoring the realities of her condition, and the appearance of a midwife might send her into a spiral. But a simple healer might not be able to tell them anything they weren't already aware of. And then there was the issue of discretion.
"Um, both," Percy decided, "if the town can spare them. In case this is some woman's issue."
"They say the princess hasn't bled in two months, sir. It seems like a woman's issue," Augustus said with a smile.
"That is too bold," Percy warned with a stern look. "Send the riders ahead." Augustus left quickly.
~
Annabeth laid down on the carriage house bench, one leg dangling off the edge, her skirt pulled up past the point of indecent, but to let some cool air onto her hot skin. She no longer felt too nauseated, but she wasn't terribly comfortable either.
"My love?" Percy whispered, the floor creaking as he stepped in, "how are you feeling?" He gently lifted her shoulders, sitting down where her head was, before letting her use his thighs as a pillow.
"Better, not as sick," she said.
"There's an inn a mile away. We're going to stay there tonight," he told her as he ran a finger gently over her face, tracing her features.
"Thank you," she said. She was in no mood to entertain and sew loyalty tonight.
"I've asked them to send for a doctor, or ... a midwife, if one is available."
"Percy --"
"Just to check," he promised. "It might give us some peace of mind."
"My mind is perfectly at peace," she said.
The carriage started to move. "It's been eight weeks, Annabeth. You've never made it past seven before."
"Percy please --"
"I'm not getting attached. I won't be mad at you if it doesn't stick, but I think it's time we stop ignoring it."
"I'm not ignoring it, I'm being realistic about it!" She yelled up at him. She rested her hands on her belly for the first time. She'd been avoiding that motherly action for weeks. "I'm taking care of it, I promise. I don't want it to go--" she choked up. She struggled to take a deep breath. When she looked up at her husband, she saw he was crying.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to make you think that, or imply that you weren't caring about it. I know how much you want a child too, I just ... doesn't it feel different this time?"
Annabeth had to nod. "It does," she agreed. "But I can't get excited about it, just for it to end like all the others. I'm sorry."
"You don't need to be excited to let the midwife check on you," Percy said.
"Okay. I'll talk to her," Annabeth promised.
~
They’d procured both a healer and midwife.
“There’s nothing to heal, Your Highness,” the healer told her, “you are likely with child.”
The midwife nodded. She had felt around Annabeth’s abdomen, her fingers cold against Annabeth’s bare stomach, before reporting that everything felt “normal.”
Annabeth told them both when the baby had been conceived, and the midwife nodded. “Your symptoms track with where you should be.”
“If I miscarry now,” Annabeth asked, “will it be more painful?”
“More painful than …” The midwife started.
“The previous ones,” Annabeth said quietly. “I’ve lost three already. All after only six or seven weeks.”
The midwife rested a comforting hand on Annabeth’s shoulder. “It might be a little more intense, but it shouldn’t be much worse for another month or so. It can get complicated after that.”
Annabeth nodded. “Is there anything I should avoid? I … I don’t know what I did wrong the last times.”
“You likely didn’t do anything wrong,” the midwife assured her. “Nature just has its way with these things. Just rest, avoid too much stress or discomfort. You can still partake in marital activities.” Annabeth blushed. “Oh!” the midwife reached into her pocket and pulled out a small pouch. “Ginger candies. The local girls find that these help with the nausea.”
“Thank you,” Annabeth said, accepting them graciously. “I appreciate your help, and your discretion. I would prefer people don’t know yet,” she told them.
“Of course, Your Highness,” they said, before stepping out of her room, avoiding turning their backs to her for as long as possible.
When they stepped out, Percy was quick to step in. He’d gone down to arrange dinner and to offer Annabeth some privacy at her request. He held a tray in his hand with a stew, some bread, and some olives. Her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten breakfast, and she’d thrown up what she’d eaten the night before. Now she was famished.
“Thank you, love,” she said, as Percy sat the tray down on the bed. “They said everything seems fine, and that when I miscarry, it shouldn’t be much worse than the last ones.” She tore off a piece of bread and dipped it in the stew.
“If,” Percy said. He rested two fingers under her chin and turned her head to face him. “If, Annabeth.”
She wanted to protest, but his green eyes were wide and hopeful. “Okay, if.
When she was almost done with her food, Percy stood to run her a bath. This inn had running water, which was a blessing. Percy’s nation of mostly islands apparently had it just about everywhere. But her landlocked nation hadn’t figured out all the infrastructure yet. They’d stayed in plenty of rooms on this tour that only had a chamber pot and outhouse to offer.
Annabeth stepped into the bathroom and shed her dressing gown. She’d taken off her actual clothes and corset for the doctors, and she hadn’t bothered going through all the trouble to redress. Percy watched as the fabric dropped to the ground.
“Do you want to join me?” She asked. “The midwife said we can continue ‘marital activities.’” Although she should probably wash some parts before she did. Her bout of sickness had left her sweaty, and she wasn’t exactly fresh between her thighs.
But Percy didn’t seem bothered. He was standing and stripping in a flash.
Annabeth sank into the tub first, subtly washing her underarms with a rag as Percy shimmied out of his pants and small clothes.
“You’re hard already?” She teased. Only half hard, really, but noticeable without his clothes on.
He just said, “wet naked lady,” before sliding into the tub behind her.
Annabeth settled back into the warmth of his chest for a minute.
“I’m sorry for how I’ve been treating you,” she muttered. “It hasn’t been fair. I’ve really enjoyed traveling with you.”
“I understand,” Percy said. “And it’s been great seeing this muddy, goat-filled country of yours,” he said.
She tilted her head back to his shoulder and pulled his face closer to hers. It wasn’t a perfect kiss, but it was needed. She felt his hands grazing up and down her sides, avoiding erogenous parts, and avoiding her still-flat belly.
“My breasts have been sore recently,” she said.
“Oh?” Percy asked.
“Very sensitive. Do they look bigger?”
“Uh…” Percy slid a hand up to one of them and held it gently for a moment, before toying with her nipple. Annabeth moaned in relief at the sight massage and then pinch he offered, and she could feel him stiffen against her back. “They still feel the same,” he said, “but I’ll keep a close eye on them.”
But his hands didn’t move off of her breasts. Soreness turned to pleasure as he massaged the tissue softly, before turning his attention to her nipples. He rubbed the buds between his fingers, and the head from his hands seemed to radiate down from there to between her legs. Her stomach fluttered, full of a familiar tingling sensation that left her desperate for him. Annabeth gripped the sides of the tub as he started to pinch harder. Had she ever been this sensitive in her life? It was overwhelming, almost painful, but thrilling all the same. Even without touching her between her legs Annabeth could feel a familiar pressure building.
“Oh gods,” she moaned, leaning back into Percy as her lower body quivered.
Percy stilled a little bit, his hands toying with her, but much more gently. “Did you just …”
Annabeth leaned her head back on his shoulder and nodded.
“Wow,” was all he managed to say.
She could feel his erection against her back, and as tired as her orgasm had left her, she wasn’t about to abandon him to his own hand. Annabeth sat up and turned around. The tub was narrow, but she managed to get her knees on either side of his thighs, aligning herself over him.
“I’ll understand if you don’t want --” Percy started, but he cut himself off with a groan as Annabeth touched him under the water.
“Of course I want to,” Annabeth said, sliding herself down around him.
Water sloshed over the side of the tub as she rocked in his lap, her face resting on his shoulder, his face and hands in her hair. They were as close as any two people could get, one single body, him inside her, an ancient four legged creature who knew nothing but pleasure and desire.
Annabeth didn’t always finish when he was inside her. He was a virgin on their wedding night too, so he hadn’t lasted long. It took a bit for him to build the stamina, and then a while longer for them to figure out how to chase both pleasures at once. And by the time they figured that out, she’d stopped letting him inside her at all.
But it seemed her breasts weren’t the only sensitive part. Percy had slipped his fingers over her sensitive bud, letting her ride his fingers as well as his cock, and it wasn’t long before all of that pleasure turned into a second delightful orgasm, his name on her lips.
Percy didn’t last long after that. There was no need to worry about him finishing inside her at least. Annabeth kissed this side of his neck as he groaned, hot and pulsing inside her. It felt right, perfect, exactly what they’d been meant to do together all along.
~
He woke up with Annabeth half-way on top of him, both of them still naked, sheets thrown around. Percy was content to stay there for the rest of their lives.
“Your highness!” Came a knock at the door. Annabeth’s head popped up, blonde curls in her face, her eyes squinted. “Will we be moving on?”
Annabeth shook her head, before snuggling back into Percy.
“The princess needs time to recover,” Percy said with a smile. “We’ll move on tomorrow.”
“Yes, my lord,” Augustus said, before retreating.
“Terrible of us to leave people waiting,” Annabeth mumbled into his shoulder.
“You need your rest, my love. We have the rest of our lives to dine with lords.” He rolled her over and hovered above her. “Let’s enjoy a day off.”
Their morning passions were interrupted by a sudden loss of color in Annabeth’s face. She climbed off of Percy fast, before retreating into the loo. Percy held her hair.
~
“Do you think she’s lost it yet?” Drew asked the other ladies in Annabeth’s entourage.
“Be nice, Drew,” Piper warned.
“But that’s why we’ve stopped, isn’t it? She didn’t bleed for two months, and now she needs time to recover? She needs a midwife?” Drew asked again.
“I feel bad for them,” Lacy said, stirring her tea. “His country really cares about him having sons, I heard. They made Annabeth prove she and Percy consummated.”
Piper nodded. “They took their wedding sheets the next morning.”
“It must be so hard for him, to not be able to give her a child,” Lacy said, staring out the window, already mournful.
“It sounds like it’s the princess’s deficiency,” Drew said.
Piper pointed a butter knife at her. “Watch what you say before you’re sent home,” she warned.
Drew shrugged. “He keeps getting her with child. She keeps losing them. What would you call that?”
“A tragedy,” Piper said.
“Well, it might be time we check on our little tragedy,” Drew said.
“We don’t go find her,” Piper said. “We’re ladies in waiting. We wait.”
Obsessed with your Roman au! Any new ideas for it, or Mayhaps a fic about them? 👀 went through your entire tag for them and obsessed and need/want more haha
Thanks! I don't have anything new unfortunately. It's not an AU that tends to live in my head, so I rarely come up with new ideas for it without being prompted.
Right now, I am not in much of a creative mood. I've been resting the creative and writing muscles post-dissertation completion, and instead focusing my attention on creative input. I've been reading a lot, watching some shows and movies (everyone go watch Widow's Bay right now), and just generally trying to refill the well.
That's all to say that unless I have something unfinished in the drafts, for any of my on-going AUs, I'm probably not going to have a lot of new thoughts at the moment. But, if there is something you want to know about or see, let me know, and I might write about it. Still not a guarantee, but much higher odds.
would love to see the annabeth trying to get pregnant with rosie draft!!!
This one I never posted because it just felt a bit unfinished. The emotions felt underdeveloped and a bit corny. I think you can see some of the limits of my imagination here, as I do not have kids, do not want kids, and want to never ever be pregnant lol. I love kids, I think they're awesome, but I was born to be someone auntie, not someone's mother.
~
"Are you sure?" Percy asked her again. His hand was resting over her bare tummy, soft and covered in stretch marks after three pregnancies.
"Bit late to be asking that," Annabeth said. She rubbed her legs together and felt the sticky aftermath at the top of her thighs.
Olivia was only eleven months old, but Annabeth had asked them to start trying again. Percy obliged, although he'd done about a dozen check-ins on her mental wellness ever since she brought up the idea.
"Just checking," he said, "I know it hasn't been long since you were pregnant. You can take a longer break."
"I know I can," Annabeth said. "But it'll probably take a few months anyway, at least." She was still breast feed Olivia at least twice a day, and probably would keep doing that for another six months or so.
She rolled over into his arms, her face against his shoulder, as he held onto her. They were both still naked, and the apartment was getting colder as Fall rolled in, but their body heat kept each other warm.
"Our last baby," Annabeth mumbled.
"How do you feel?" Percy asked.
"About being done?" Annabeth rolled back a little to look at him. "Good, actually. I feel like ..." she paused, "no, that's dumb, never mind."
"What? Tell me," Percy said, "I'm sure it's not that dumb."
She kicked him a little under the blankets. "I was going to say that I want our whole family to be together. But that doesn't really make --"
"No, I get it," Percy said. "There's someone missing. Olivia needs a buddy."
"Yes, yes, exactly!" Annabeth said. "I knew I married you for a reason."
"You've always been attracted to my vast intellect," Percy teased.
Annabeth hummed and leaned in for a kiss. "Sure have."
"Can I ask you something?" Percy said after a minute of quiet cuddling.
"Of course."
"Do you want this one to be a boy?" Percy asked. "You can be honest. I --"
Annabeth kissed him again, hoping to placate his anxieties. "I don't care," she said, "I would never be disappointed." Percy visibly relaxed and almost smiled. "What about you? Do you want son?"
"I would love a son, don't get me wrong," he said, "but I think the idea of four girls is really adorable."
Annabeth smiled. "Alright, I'll keep thinking girl then." At this point, she was pretty sure her brain did have something to do with the babies they created.
So I found out about your Tumblr not long ago, coming from your AO3. I was pleasantly surprised that there are many fics posted here that didn't make it to AO3. I have finished them all, but I also wonder why they aren't on AO3? Do you think they aren't polished enough? Maybe it's because English is not my first language, but I found them to be just as great!
Thanks! Glad you found it!
It's mostly vibes-based, but I generally try to keep the Ao3 stuff to things that I really like, think are polished, are 1000+ words long, and that I feel like I can commit to (if they are multichaptered). I try to use Ao3 as an archive for myself as well, one of fics I'm proud of and want to easily return to easily.
I think a lot of what I have on tumblr is a little less polished, or sometimes they just feel unfinished. Sometimes its an au I just want to play around in (like the Roman AU and the Tattoo AU), rather than writing a full plot.
I didn't even post all the future canon stories until I had about 30 of them on here, I think.
But also you can go on my Ao3 and see any number of fics that don't match this criteria. So, I think what it really comes down to is: do I want to figure out what to title this goddamn thing? And a lot of the time, the answer is no.
is there any story or prompt that you have an idea for but haven’t written yet/hope to write someday? Or just an idea you love but don’t think you’d ever write!
Oh, a million. I mean ... this ask box has 566 questions in it. Now, about 350 of those are from way back in the day when this was an ask blog, but a lot of those are fic requests. I know I have 2 unfinished future canon fics in my google doc + some in my tumblr drafts. I also have a handful of other fics I've never finished.
In the tumblr drafts now, I've got:
Sophia becomes supreme lord of the bathroom (Future canon)
Annabeth trying to get pregnant with Rosie (Future canon)
Annabeth helping Estelle with her first pair of pointe shoes (Twice Upon a Pointe)
A Percy birthday fic from last year (Future canon)
Percy and Luke hang out in the tattoo au if anyoen remembers that one
And a vaguely fantasy au I don't think I ever published anything of
And that's just the tumblr drafts of the last twoish years. That says nothing about unfinished prompts or the google drive. So if I never responded to your prompt, please don't take it personally.
But if anyone wants me to set something free from the draft, let me know and maybe I'll just post it unedited.
Achilles: Do you think I'm really gay?
Agamemnon: Do I think you're really gay?
Agamemnon: Is the sun going to rise tomorrow?
Achilles: Damn!
Agamemnon: Does a bear shit in the woods? Do I think you're really gay? What are we talking about?
Agamemnon: You started this war by putting on perfume and wearing a dress.
Agamemnon: Yes, I think you're really gay, Achilles, famous bottom.
I love that Nico is just, like, the Aragorn of the Percy Jackson universe. Everyone who first encounters him instantly just assumes he’s this dark, rugged, mysterious loner with no friends.
But then it turns out he’s got friends literally everywhere. Camp Half Blood? Friends. Underworld? Friends. Tartarus? Friends. Camp Jupiter? Friends. He had friends at Camp Jupiter before the rest of Camp Half Blood even knew it existed.
I swear, every book, someone is like “Nico is so creepy. I don’t trust him.” And then you find out Nico’s been spending his time drinking tea with Olympians and doing arts and crafts with the sister he rescued from the Underworld.
annabeth chase is the biggest fucking softie ever and the fanon representation of her as this completely stoic, cold, detached leader that got popularized in like 2009 by dumb internet users is legitimately the most atrocious disservice to her character ever that has unfortunately stuck in the minds of those lacking in reading comprehension. also insert the excerpt about annabeth designing percy’s cabin on the argo II with an abalone sink and aquatic-themed things so he could be reminded of the comfort of the poseidon cabin and home (someone please find me that excerpt because i’m having trouble)…she is so cute!!
