#annachel

[tophbejfong]

late night thoughts but. rachel and annabeth were both extremely attracted to each other and their arguments were pent up frustration. discuss.

[shippy-pjo-shipper]

🎨Rachabeth🎨 Repeating Mythology!AU (Pygmalion and Galatea)

"This girl is not real Rachel!"

Mom and him keep saying that: "It's not real.", "dreams aren't real life.", "this girl only exists in your head." But no matter what they said, Rachel knew it deep down inside of her, the girl of her dream was somewhere, it wasn't some weird creation of her sick and deranged brain. No, this girl had to exist, and she would find her. She had to.

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"So what's your plan ?"

"What do you mean plan ?"

"You're convinced that the girl of your dreams, the literal girl from your dreams, exists somewhere. So what will you do ? Remain on your butt or go look for her ?" He said, like if he wasn't the laziest person I ever met.

"Easy to say. How am I suppose to do that ? You may suck at geography, Percy, but I can assure you that the world is a pretty big place."

"Coming from the girl with a private helicopter." He mumbled. Percy loved to remind me of how rich my family was, but without ever any spitefulness. I don't know how, but he always understood how trapped this golden world made me feel. He was the best friend I could ever dream of, always there to support me, even when he learned that a girl regularly visited me in my dreams and that I was convinced that she was there, somewhere on this earth. After all when you almost kill someone at your first encounter, you have things to make amends for.

"But ok, first thing first : would you be able to recognise her if you saw her ?"

"I think, yeah, no actually it's sure I would." Anna has been with me for so many years now, we essentially grew up together, I know her face by heart, of course I would recognize her anywhere !

"Can you describe her ?"

"Well...euh, I don't know it's complicated. I don't think any word could describe her properly."

*Cough* "sappy." *cough* He mocked, succeeding in making me smile. "I want to help you Rach but it won't be easy without a description." He rightly stated. "What about a painting ?"

"A painting ?"

"Yes. Draw her portrait, exactly like she looks like in your dreams. This way I'll finally be able to put a face on this mysterious soulmate of yours and we could use it to look for her."

I wasn't sure about the idea. I had already tried to paint Annabeth, hundreds if not billions of times, never succeeding. Like if the universe wanted her to remain a fantasy, what I knew she wasn't, what she couldn't possibly be.

"I can try. But I don't guarantee you a result."

"Perfect!" Percy said enthusiastically, before he smiled to me in reassurance. "It will be ok Red, we're the greatest team there's ever been, together we'll find your girl, eventually before your 60s."

"Reassuring."

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Two weeks. It took me two weeks, but I did it, there she is.

"Beautiful..." I almost turned red at my own declaration. I'm the one who painted it, and yet this painting seemed animated by something, something indescribable.

I had used almost all of my paint, if not for this one for the dozens of previous attempts. But now that I was in front of my finished work, now that she was before my wide opened eyes I felt...

"Stupid. This is stupid." I said throwing my pencils back in their case.

What did I expected ? To have an epiphany ? To see her come to life before me ? I'm stupid, all of this is. Annabeth isn't real, she can't be. Maybe dad was right, maybe I'm crazy.

In rage, I grabbed the painting. I wanted to destroy it, tear it apart, make her eyes disappear, her hair, her lips, her curves, a stab in the heart would be less painful than this sight. But once in front of it, I saw myself unable to move a muscle, all my strength left at once leaving me just enough of it to not fall on my knees while the tears came out.

I must have remained in this pitiful state for almost an hour, not daring to look at her face even once, my head resting on her shoulder. Were they tears of sadness? Anger? Despair? Tiredness? Probably all at once, and I knew nothing could make me feel better, nothing but her, always there, every night, comforting me, making fun of my father, advising me about my painting, inspiring me, making me laugh... Was this happiness meant to remain in my head only ? Was I in such a need of affection that I invented this girl ? A girl I fell in love with, how ridiculous is that ?

I started silently praying, asking anyone who could hear me to give me an answer. Did I have any hope it could work ? No, but I didn't stop either, until no more tears came out of my eyes. My throat dry and my legs trembling, I knew I could not move without collapsing on the ground. And strangely, I felt good, resting against my painting, this awful painting.

I couldn't look at it, not anymore. What was supposed to help me find her only put me before the fact that this girl can't be real. She'd always be nothing more than this image I succeeded in painting after days of hardwork, wasted days. And while I was thinking about how I'd have to announce to Percy and my parents that I actually was mad this whole time, I felt something against the back of my head, like a hand caressing me.

Too afraid and uncapable to talk or even move, I remained still. That's when I felt something move against my forehead, like if the painting itself was moving. I was about to push it away when I heard one single word said by a voice I would recognize among thousands : "Rachel."

In fear, I fell back on my butt, not sure if it was in fear of what was happening or of turning crazy. Finally finding the strength to look up, I witnessed the most unbelievable, beautiful and marvelous sight ever witnessed...by anyone, really, for sure.

The girl was standing, the upper half of her body leaning over me, out of the painting, and the bottom half still in it. "I don't think I've ever seen you so speechless Paint Stain, gotta do that more often." She joked, yes, if any doubt remained, it definitely was her.

"A...A...Anna...Ho...How...?" She laughed lightly and extended her hand to help me get up. Once on my feet, I helped her get completely out of my work, leaving nothing else than the setting behind her, her outline completely gone.

"I'm not sure... I don't know which God must be thanked for the gift they just made us. All I know is that I'm here, with you. And I'll never leave you ever again." She told me grabbing my face like she did so many times in my dream, but this time it was different, this time it felt real, this time it was real.

And slowly she kissed me. It never had been like this, it was sweet but heated, calm but furious, surreal, but real. Yes, if I'm not already mad, kissing her on a regular basis will definitely lobotomize me.

@them-awesome-rarepairs

[shippy-pjo-shipper]

Any rachabeth headcanons?

OK let's see :

They spend the day working together. They don't work together but they both do their thing with the otger in the same room (usually Rachel's cave)

Rachel uses Annabeth as a model, but Annabeth hates posing so she does it in secret

Rachel colores Annabeth's plans to add the final touch and it always make them more appealing

Annabeth helps Rachek decorating the cave, that's how they spent more time together and became closer

Some think that Percy is their ultimate shipper, but he's nothing in comparison to Thalia and Nico

Thalia LOVES Rachel to death, and the two girls quickly became friends

And Nico surprisingly found in Annabeth and Rachel two confidants, always there to support him with his newly discovered homosexuality and personal traumas

Before they started dating, almost nobody saw Annabeth because she stayed in her cabin to work. Now, they don't see her because she spends her days and nights with Rachel

Does Annabeth want Rachel to teach her how to write with her feet ? Yes. Will she ever admit it? No. Is she good at it ? ...No (but don't tell her, Rachel thinks she's really cute when she tries)

Annabeth is always extremely worried when Rachel has a vision, that's why she spends most time as possible with her, to protect her.

At first Rachel liked to make fun of her girlfriend, pretending to have a vision when she didn't, but when she realized how stressed it made her be, she stopped.

Annabeth met Rachel's father once. And hated him, he barely noticed her and didn't bother even learning her name. That helped her realize that she needed to let a second chance to her father, cause he at least was ready to listen to her.

But they still spent two weeks at Rachel's place during summer and had fun living an extremely over the top life to piss her father off.

When Percy went missing, they both were away, Annabeth was visiting Rachel at her school. They left as soon as they heard the news and lead the research for days.

When Annabeth had to leave for Camp Jupiter, Rachel lead the camp with Clarisse.

Piper had to hold back Annabeth from punching Aphrodite in the face when she congratulated herself for giving her such a complicated relationship with Rachel (the initial jealousy, the oracle thing, the quest...)

The message Annabeth wrote to Rachel in Tartarus was way longer but with parts which weren't meant to be read by anyone but her.

As soon as Gaia was defeated, they run to each other, too happy to finally be in each other arms after weeks.

It took Annabeth time to open up, and when she did, it wasn't without tears and sobs. But Rachel was there for her and didn't let her alone for days after it.

Back to the fun : Rachel initiated Annabeth in food war. Annabeth hate loosing, so she just had to start for it to become a camp event

Rachel often introduce "illegal" videogames in camp, and she introduced Annabeth to it, and she. Loves. It. Too much for her own good.

Annabeth loves building games (she's a fan of Animal Crossing, and is one of the best at it). Rachel can try days and nights but she'll never beat her at it

Annabeth encouraged Rachel in pursuing her art studies. And when she becomes a celebrity, she always named Annabeth as her main inspiration sources.

Annabety loves to call her Elizabeth. Rachel usually goes with Beth.

Rachek wants to learn to drive an helicopter. And when Rachel wants something, she exactly knows what eyes to make to convince her soft girlfriend.

Something else ?

Oh yeah : they borrow each other clothes and everyone always make fun of them for it. But do they care? If it means she'll see her shorts brighter and more colorful covered in Rachel's painting at the end of the day, Annabeth doesn't care at all 🧡

Basically my baby girls just being happy softies together ❤

[shippy-pjo-shipper]

Annabeth : Wait, how many of you thought Rachel and I were dating ?

Everyone : *Raises their hands*

Annabeth : Rachel put your hand down.

[shippy-pjo-shipper]

So I just realized that one of your otps is rachel and annabeth (not sure how I didn't realize it before) and i'd like to ask, why? This isn't intended as hate, I've just never understood the ship.

No problem anon. This ship is named Rachabeth (or Annachel, sometimes).

This ship exists because of the "love triangle" between Annabeth, Rachel and Percy. And I don't know about you but personally, in every fandom where there's any love triangle, I always see the two side of the triangle the most unlikely to end together being ship, so it's most certainly the same for Rachabeth.

Personally, I don't only ship Rachabeth because of the "they let the guy behind and hang out", at first, they were a complement for my Percalypso AU, then I've started to really ship it on its own.

I love their personalities : the artist and the brain, the serious and the cool one, the shy and the open one... They are good opposites who work pretty well together for me (almost like Percabeth but with the artist side of Rachel in addition). I think that being with Rachel could be a good way for Annabeth to "make peace" with the mortals that she almost hates because of her father and her stepmother and helps her to have a calmer life, with less "demigods' things".

(You can see that my arguments are pretty similar to the ones used to defend Percabeth or Perachel, but I really think that Rachabeth is a sort of mix of these two ships).

I don't have a lot more to say about them right now, just imagining their dynamic is a thing I love to do.

[imagineshotpj]

Consolação - Annachel

RachelPovOn'

O Percy já tinha sumido a alguns meses, depois que os Romanos chegaram aqui no acampamento tudo ficou muito corrido, eles começaram a construir um navio e o tempo parecia passar cada vez mais devagar, eu estava de férias, morando na minha gruta no acampamento, um dia ou outro Annabeth me aparecia chorando. Era difícil ver Annabeth chorar, mas dos jeito que as coisas iam... Percy havia desaparecido, Gaia estava acordando e uma grande profecia havia começado a se cumprir, e eu, como oráculo, me sentia culpada por espalhar essa notícia involuntariamente. Era tarde, umas 15:30 para ser mais exata, eu andava pra lá e pra cá com uma bermuda jeans simples que batia no joelho, e uma blusa cinza comum (clique aqui pra ver a roupa) eu estava arrumando algumas coisas no meu quarto-caverna, arrumando alguns porta retratos e dobrando alguns lençóis de cama, o lugar era aconchegante e criativo, do jeito que eu gosto, tinha alguns desenhos na parede também, então ouvi a voz de alguém chamar do lado de fora. A gruta era comprida, andei até a entrada e me deparei com Annabeth, do jeito que elas estava nos últimos meses... Cabelo bagunçado, Olheiras, blusa por cima de short, sapato mal amarrado... Ela nunca tinha sido assim, certo que eu não a conhecia a tanto tempo, mas no tempo que passei com ela, ela não era assim. Era uma garota organizada, inteligente e Social, Intimidadora, Annabeth estava um trapo.

- Eu... Eu posso entrar ? - Ela falou com os olhos vermelhos, tinha chorado recentemente.

- Claro Annabeth.

- Me desculpe - Ela falou e correu pra sentar na cama, enterrou o rosto nas mãos e começou a soluçar.

- Annabeth... Fique calma, não gosto de ver você assim...

- Mas... você sabe, está doendo tanto.

- Eu sei, eu sei, Piper se sentiu do mesmo jeito sem lembrar do passado...

- Mas, eu diferente. Eu lembro, e é isso que mais dói.

- Desculpe - Sentei ao lado dela e coloquei o braço por cima - Desculpe não poder fazer nada, já tentei ter visões, mas não funcionaram, parece ter algo bloqueando...

- EU SEI - ela meio que gritou e chorou ao mesmo tempo - mas... eu ... - Ela voltou a chorar, estava dando agonia, raiva... estava triste por ela também, então fiz algo que surpreendeu até a mim mesma, levantei seu rosto e a beijei. Um selinho demorado. Quando ela se afastou estava vermelha, tinha parado de chorar quase que obrigatoriamente.

- Rachel... eu...

- Me desculpe - falei sinceramente - Mesmo - Falei enquanto prendia meu cabelo em um coque - foi por impulso.

Foi quando ela se lançou para frente e me beijou de novo. Dessa vez fiquei paralisada. Tinha sido realmente sem querer, mas se Annabeth... Aquilo podia ajuda-lá ? Fazê-la esquecer de Percy apenas por algum tempo ? Eu faria qualquer coisa. Ela abaixou o beijo pro meu queixo, pescoço... Senti um arrepio. Coloquei a mão em sua perna, ela apertou os olhos mas continuou me beijando, mas, eu deveria fazer aquilo... coloquei a mão por dentro do seu cabelo e tomei o controle do beijo, movimentando e usando a língua de leve, passei a mão por baixo da sua blusa, alisando a cintura, Annabeth suspirou e colocou uma das mãos na minha perna, apertando com força sempre que eu movimentava a mão em algum lugar de seu corpo. Passava a mão por dentro de seu cabelo uma vez ou outra, ela fazia que ia tombar a cabeça, mas não queria se desvencilhar do beijo, por fim subi a mão pro seu peito e ela tombou a cabeça para trás, beijei e chupei seu pescoço, ela voltou a cabeça para frente e eu coloquei as duas mãos em sua cintura, puxando-a pro meu colo, coloquei as mãos em suas coxas, Annabeth agora gemia com meus toques, e aquilo apenas me excitava. Continuei passando as mãos pelas sua coxa, arranquei sua blusa e beijei seus peitos, chupando e deixando marcar, talvez aquilo a lembrasse do momento e a fizesse pensar naquilo ao invés do Percy. Em um certo momento Annabeth começou a rebolar no meu colo, eu a incentivava com as mão em sua bunda, passando pelas costas e coxas, Annabeth se mexia, se contorcia, gemia e rebolava, até que uma hora ela cavalgou com força no meu colo e se jogou pra trás na cama, ofegante. "Como ela fez isso?" Pensei, talvez ela estivesse exausta e acumulada. Deixei ela respirar um pouco e perguntei:

- Você está bem ?

- Sim... Eu só...

- Não se preocupe. - Ela me fitou, não sei se estava irritada ou triste. Mas não queria me sentir mais culpada do que já estava. - Quer uma blusa ? - Perguntei.

- Sim, ela respondeu e sentou na cama esfregando as mãos no rosto.

Fui até a gaveta e puxei uma blusa do acampamento. Fiquei olhando aquela cara cansada. Onde quer que Percy estivesse, sabia que aquilo só terminaria quando ele voltasse. Torcia para que ele voltasse logo, até lá, Annabeth estaria chorando toda semana, e eu não teria força para consola-lá tantas vezes.

ENTÃO GENTE, O PEDIDO FOI ESSE DO PRINT, PODEM MANDAR SEUS PEDIDOS, (ele disse que a cena seria antes do Leo, Piper e Jason chegarem, mas antes deles chegarem Percy só tinha sumido a 2 dias, não era motivo pra desespero, então foi depois deles chegarem e depois da missão do Herói perdido, mas espero que tenha fica legal ^^ Obg, dnd.)

[zelfi-is-trying]

Okay ... I just realized that all my ships became gay ... Pretty scary.

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