#annabeth chse

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Blonde and brunette trope: *exist*

PJO fandom: kinda looks like *gasp* percabeth? is this,mmhhmm, percabeth? P-Percy and Annabeth? It’s Percy and Annabeth right

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Rick Riordan: Percy Jackson and “ANNABETH HOW DO YOU PASS ALL YOU EXAMS” coming on winter 2021

[karenhikari]

Winning Challenges

Okay, well, this plot goes along with another story previously published called "Testing the Ground" and this is more or less what would have happened if Persephone didn't have had interfired so in time. They can be read separetely, but there are a couple of similarities here.

This is just some Annabeth and Nico bonding and the idea came after my class and I watched Helen Keler's movie (well, don't look at me, I highly recomend the movie and a part of me feels guilty for even doing this) and a friend of mine pointed out a couple of dialogues that were included in this story, because at the time I was writing "Testing the Ground".

Okay, enough of my rambling, I hope you enjoy this!

If there was one thing that Annabeth Chase hated, that was to not have things done her way. Of course, people in both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter knew better than to go against her.

Unless you were Nico di Angelo, that boy simply liked challenges and getting in trouble. Which was exactly what he did on that September afternoon when Annabeth finally convinced him of giving her ten minutes of his time and talk with her.

"So, you know how now that the war ended the activities at the camp are going back to normality, right?" she started when Nico didn't refuse —though he didn't assent either— she continued. "And as you know one of those activities is a subject that includes mortal history, right?"

"So?" Nico inquired, raising an uninterested eyebrow.

"What I'm saying is that you need to sign-in for this class" Annabeth concluded, containing a sigh.

It was true that Nico di Angelo wasn't precisely a talkative person, but whoever had said that he wasn't expressive surely was mistaken, Annabeth noted as she saw the son of Hades grimace in distaste.

"That's a total no, if you're asking" he muttered, turning on his heels as he proceeded to ignore the girl's calls for his name.

"This is about your education, Nico!" Annabeth tried one last time. "You can't do this and ignore me, I'm concerned about you!" she said, but the son of Hades decided that training indeed sounded more interesting than the history of the Independence of the Thirteen Colonies if that was what Annabeth meant and so he left her talking to herself.

―*―*―

Of course, he should have known better than to challenge Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, survivor of Tartarus and savior of Olympus, because if that girl was anything other than clever, well, that was persevering. And he didn't mean that as a compliment, if you were asking.

The reason why he said so was because in the two weeks that followed their argument he realized just how stubborn Annabeth could be.

It started simply, with things that he could avoid if he tried hard enough, but the more he escaped, the more he convinced Annabeth that she was doing the right thing and indeed needed to continue trying to show Nico 'how mistaken and wrong he was turning a blind eye on his education'.

The first days, she'd tried to speak with him, to persuade him, to convince him that he needed to know mortal history, but her voice held no charmspeak and so Nico remained faithful to his first and fully-honest answer.

When the daughter of Athena finally realized that such a technique wouldn't get her anywhere, she started to menace him, but Nico could see how she crossed her fingers behind her back and knew she wouldn't accomplish those threats in the least, which concluded in him turning a deaf ear to Annabeth's protests.

In the end, and almost running out of ideas, Annabeth decided to change her strategy: she would fake that she had been defeated and tell Nico he had won this one time out of mere stubbornness and leave him alone for a couple of days.

Unfortunately, she was charging right back on day three with a brand new technique: pretending she had yielded.

This new strategy marked that she had to go sit right in front of Cabin 13 with her boyfriend, the one and only Perseus Jackson and inform, almost yelling, 'That she was going to review with Percy because the insensitive of Nico di Angelo had refused to study with her', to what the son of Poseidon, unaware of her true intentions, could only nod.

Then she started asking; asking simple, easy, almost dumb questions that Percy, of course, answered wrongly.

'In what year did the United States became Independent? Which is the biggest star in our Solar System? What is the name of our galaxy and what is it named after?', things like that.

From inside of his cabin, all Nico could do was feel his entrails turning while Percy plainly answered 1927, Neptune and Highway to Heaven because you could see the stars from Earth.

And then it became worse.

It was three stupid questions 'In what year did World War II begin? In what year did it end?, and 'Who was the Italian dictator that supported Hitler's ideas?'

Stupid, easy questions to which the almighty Perseus responded '1923', '1947' and 'Benjamin Franklin'.

That was it, Nico thought, finally letting his basic mortal knowledge take over him and force him to open the door of his cabin and almost scream his lungs out. Enough was enough.

"Annabeth, what in Tartarus are you doing?" he asked, shooting the girl a glance that would have terrified anyone. Except for the fact that she had her back turned to him and utterly ignored the son of Hades.

"Not now, Nico, don't you see I'm busy?" she retorted nonchalantly. "I'm teaching Percy all that you told me you didn't care about".

"World War II began in 1939, ended in 1945 and the dictator that followed Hitler's lead was Benito Mussolini, you idiot!" Nico screamed, getting between Annabeth and Percy while trying to shake some sense into the son of Poseidon. Behind him, he heard Annabeth try —and fail— to hold back laughter, which only caused his anger to increase. "Now, this is your fault, isn't it?" he inquired, turning towards her. "And this… this torture won't stop until I agree to sign into your stupid course, will it?" he continued, pointing at the girl with his index finger, gesturing back and forth between Percy and her.

"I must admit that if you had signed-up from the beginning this wouldn't be happening" Annabeth nodded, smiling.

"Then yes, yes, have it your way and teach your mortal history or whatever you want, but shut him up!" he said, almost yelling. "And don't ever ask him anything in my presence again!" he concluded, turning his hating aura towards his cabin and slamming the door so hard Annabeth almost feared the building's structure would have been damaged.

"So, will you finally tell me what this was all about?" Percy finally asked, taking in the sight of Annabeth.

"I win" she replied, smirking mischievously. "I always win" unable to retort anything that didn't make him sound even more idiotic than he already seemed, the son of Poseidon simply circled Annabeth's waist.

Well, the daughter of Athena thought, now she had to figure out how she'd handle someone like Nico di Angelo in a mortal-styled classroom.

Gods, maybe winning this one challenge hadn't been her best decision after all.

Thank you for everything, lovely readers!

Now, you may not know, but this month brought a celebration for me and I want to share something with you. This month it makes exactly three years (from February 2013) since I wrote my first story, a fanfic called "Campanas" (Bells, in English) for the show Death Note.

At the moment I had no idea of how big this would be and neither did I know that this was my first step to a whole new chapter of my life.

I decided that I had to do something special to commemorate this date and I thought that nothing would be better than becoming closer to you, the readers, who in the end are the ones who have supported me, who ask me to continue doing this (I wouldn't be able to stop even if you asked me to, so it's my honor that at least you like my work), and who are the ones who make this worth it.

Wanting to make my communication with you readers better I decided to open a Facebook account dedicated to fanfiction (wunder the name of Karen Hikari too) in which you will be able to see what story I plan to update soon, my plans for the month and a lot more of things!

As always, thank you, thank you to all those followers, to the ones who have read, commented, added to favorites. I do this thanks to and for you and, in all honesty, I owe myself to you, so this is just another way to extend my gratitude to you lovely people.

I'm telling you from this moment, that this page will be madness, because as I have written stories both in English and Spanish, I have followers that speak both languages, so you'll see me translating each and every note I write. Let's hope this doesn't crash and burn too bad!

And, as always, read you soon!

[demigod-drabbles]

26.4

I’ve received so many messages telling me to work on this THG AU, so I won’t even try uploading my screenshots of the anons! :-)) <3 Please bear with me, however. I have a storyline I want to present in chronological order and plenty of the requests are asking for things that will happen later in the story. Not to worry, though! They will come! Although soon, be assured that they will come. <3 <3

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Usually, they say that you don’t fall in love and obsess over things you’ve been comfortable with all your life, but for me it was the other way around.

 As cheesy as it sounds, I “fell in love” with the sea the more I spent time with it, even if mom and dad’s jobs were to catch and sell fish in the market. Here in district four, I’d like to believe I’m a rare breed. Honestly? Everyone wants out of the saltwater—they’d like to stay dry, on land, and dry. The fact that they’re forced to get wet and to live on beaches makes it something hard to love. It’s the opposite for me, though. Dad loves the sea as much as I do, and if that makes us weird, then that’s what we are. 

But loving the ocean, the sound of waves lapping on the shore and even seeing the light refracted by the abalone under the saltwater can do things to your system. Everything vivid feels real, and drowning… drowning becomes your biggest fear. 

Until she came a long. 

She came along, and she became my lifeline, my purpose—she became my sea. 

I hate this. I hate this feelings business, these raging hormones that make us do crazy things we never thought we’d do in the fifty years we’re allowed to live in the districts. But at the same time? I love her. I love her enough to put up with that punching feeling in my gut whenever I see her. I love her enough to set aside that ugly nabbing of not being able to breathe when she was close. She drowned me, but in the best way possible. Does that make sense? She drowned me in feelings, in bright corals that shined under calm seas, in schools of rainbow fishes and abalone lights. Gods, she drowned me in love, enough to– 

“I VOLUNTEER.” 

Eyes. Hundreds, thousands of eyes were all raised towards Percy Jackson’s direction. Breaths were held, fists were clutched, and nails dug into palms as the friendly brunette the whole fishing district loved sprinted to the raised platform where the blonde girl jumped to her feet together with her father just a few seconds ago.   

“I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE.“ 

No one stopped him.

“Percy, no.” The girl said from the raised platform. She began to gather her skirts and jump from the high balcony, but her father, the mayor, held her back with disgruntled breaths.  From her struggle, her tied hair came undone and it was a wrangled mane of gold as she continued to try and break free from her steel grips. She needed to—He couldn’t just– “PERCY!”

Green eyes remained focused on the stage as he continued to run, as boys and girls from ages twelve to eighteen parted like the Red Sea, allowing him to move to the girl without wasting a breath. The square was quiet. All but the shrill screams that came from the mayor’s daughter. 

“PERCY! “

What was he doing? His best. 

“NO! Dad, let me GO!” 

His best to stop the angry thoughts that questioned his actions at the back of his mind. His best to hold himself together—for her, for his parents, for his friends. He always did his best. Percy’s fingernails dug into his palms as he continued to run to the stage.

Panting, he stood in front of the presenters with the bright LED screen displaying his red and sweaty face in the middle of the clearing. His voice rung through the clearing, bright, clear and unwavering.

“Don’t take her,” he said, green eyes blazing. He looked over his shoulder at the mayor’s daughter and his heart lurched at the sight of her stormy grey eyes, red rimmed and filled with fear. 

“No,” she mouthed, but Percy looked back at the presenter before she could break him with her eyes. He had to do this.

"I volunteer. I volunteer for Annabeth Chase.”

Awkwardly, Charon tapped the microphone as static sounded and he looked around from the stage. He eyed the mayor and his struggle with his daughter, the downcast faces that dared not to look towards his direction, the newly assembled guards by the edge of the screen and to the teenage boy that stood breathing hard at his feet. What was happening? He cleared his throat.

“Er, well, I’m sorry, uh…” He covered the microphone with a hand as he bent down to face Percy. His light blue hair stood in contrast to golden yellow skin. In a whisper, he asked, “What’s your name again?“

“Percy… Perseus Jackson.”

Charon regained his bravado and tapped on the microphone again. “I’m sorry, Perseus Jackson, the males cannot volunteer for the females, but you are very welcome to volunteer for the male tribute—"

“Preposterous!” The mayor said. His daughter was nowhere to be seen, and it made Percy’s heart crack just a little bit. “Here, we have an eager tribute volunteering prestigiously in my daughter’s place, and you refuse you to allow it?“

The presenter loosened the collar to his absurd suit. “It is not my choice, Mister Mayor Chase, sir, but—”

“Here, a choice is given to you on a golden platter, and you won’t accept? I’m sure that if we called President Kronos right now, he would be delighted that a young man was so eager to participate in his Hunger Games!“

“But Sir, we won’t have a female tribute—”

“Then pick another one! My daughter has been volunteered for, and I’m quite sure that he will not take it back. Will you, Percy?” For once in his life, the mayor looked at Percy with an ounce of warmth and recognition in his eyes. However, they were not only warmth, but desperation, fear, and pleading. Percy often forgot that although Mr. Chase didn’t show it often, he loved his daughter as much as Percy did. There was no way she was going anywhere near the arena.

Thus, his decision was set in stone. There was no going back.

“Of course not, Mr. Mayor,” Percy mumbled, ducking his head. “Nothing will change my mind.“

“There, Charon! You have a male tribute. Now, may we please get on with this so that people may continue with their lives? We have a district to run!” 

With pink cheeks, Charon dipped his hand into the female tribute pool as the mayor walked away. Once Mayor Chase strut by Percy, he grabbed his hand in a grateful shake, bowing his head in a small show of thanks. Even if that minute act warmed Percy’s heart, it didn’t dissipate the fear ebbing into his heart. But he had to do this. As afraid as he was, he was not going to change his decision. 

A couple of guards escorted Percy to the opposite side of the stage where he would be paraded around as District Four’s male tribute for the thirtieth Hunger Games. As he stared into the camera, he smiled. Even as he was drowning, he smiled to hide his fear, to show he was strong enough and capable of protecting those he loved. 

Just to the side of the clearing, he tried to ignore the sight of a familiar woman crying into the arms of a similarly familiar man. A man with Percy’s green eyes and a woman with Percy’s dark hair. For a second, his smile faltered. 

He was their only child.

“Bianca di Angelo!” Charon called out from his right, and a girl of about fourteen walked to the stage with her head held high—even when a little boy that could only be her brother bawled into the clearing. The boy was held back by guards as Bianca found her place next to Percy. With his heart breaking by the second, he greeted her with a smile. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Bianca,” Percy said. Charon was too busy giving his usual “District Four Honor” speech to care about what his brand new tributes were doing. He glanced over his shoulder at the girl to his right.

With a jolt, Percy watched as a tear rolled down her cheek. It reminded him of the bubbling hysteria that scaled the back of his mind, ready to burst. 

“Hey, hey,” Percy said, nudging her shoulder. “It… It’s gonna be okay.”

“Will it?” Bianca asked. By now, the tears were flowing freely down her face. “I know… The whole town knows who you’re doing this for, Percy. And I- I hope you understand that I’m going to have to do this for someone, too.“

He recalled the young boy who cried out for his sister. Quietly, he replied, “Your brother.”

“Nico.” She nodded her head and sniffled into a fist. 

Before Percy could respond, Charon had dragged them both to the centre stage, raising their arms in unison as he shouted, “I present to you, the Tributes of District Four!“

The town applauded in silent mourning. No hooting, no screaming. It was like a funeral. It usually was. However, as the town clapped their hands to celebrate the lives lived by two teenagers, Percy searched the crowd for the pair of eyes that mattered to him most in that moment. 

Striking. Stormy grey. Beautiful. His sea. His death. But they weren’t there.

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In which I needed to draw actual canon ships so I Percabethed

here is the color version

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then your one of the lucky ones

Oh it can't be that bad, I mean, it's got Annabeth, Grover and I in it.

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