Riptide Chapter 7 

Chapters: ½ Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson Characters: Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson) Series: Part 17 of mob au Summary:

Annabeth finds that her and Sally might have more in common than she thought possible.

Impossible Year

32,032 words amazing art by @hamabee​  an ode to my love for annabeth chase inspired by the song impossible year by panic! at the disco

shout out to @percyyoulittleshit and @falloutside for organising the @pjohoobigbang and inspiring me to write my longest one-off fic to date, and thanks to @spooky-son-of-rome for betaing, and to @percyyoulittleshit and @lililibird for being honorary betas and fab cheerleaders, i love you all and thanks to @hamabee. hannah, i honestly couldn’t have done this without you. from the very idea of it through to individual scenes and just general support, none of this would have happened without you. your art is absolutely incredible, your talent is endlessly inspiring and i can’t thank you enough for coming on this months-long journey with annabeth and i. i love you.

It starts and ends with this: “Together.”

Annabeth stares at Percy, and Percy stares at Annabeth.

They’re searching for something that they aren’t even sure exists anymore. They’re so unrecognisable now that they’ve started to forget who they were, before.

She feels his fingers twitch in hers, registers that she’s probably holding his hands too tightly but acknowledges that she doesn’t want to let go just yet. She’s sitting in his lap, their hands clasped between them, and both of them are crying.

She knows that he doesn’t want to let go yet, either. Because once they let go, it’s done. They are done.

Annabeth takes a deep breath, one that rattles her very bones, feels her heart beating wildly in her chest, feels her stomach churning and her mouth going dry. She licks her lips.

Percy watches, and she thinks about kissing him. You know, to say goodbye.

Instead, she closes her eyes. She counts to ten, and then she tells herself to be brave. She opens her eyes.

Gods, he looks as sad as she feels.

Which is part of the problem - maybe the whole problem, actually. Together was what had gotten them through Tartarus, what had given them the strength to claw their way out and then to keep on fighting through everything that had come after.

But they’re out, now, back at camp and physically safe and yet all they seem to do is keep dragging each other back down there.

Together.

“Not anymore.”

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i wanna share with y'all a great thing that happened in my city yesterday. early in the morning, ICE tried to kidnap an undocumented man while he was leaving for work with his son in the car. this man had no warrant and no criminal record, and had lived in his home with his family for the past 14 years. these ICE agents, un-uniformed and in unmarked cars, blockaded this man’s driveway, while he and his child sat locked in their van, for 4 hours. (obviously this isn’t the good part.)

the man’s neighbors were the first to gather and confront ICE. phone calls were made, and dozens of local organizers, lawyers and activists showed up, in addition to more neighbors. they bought gas and siphoned it into the man’s car so he could keep the AC going. they passed water and food through the car windows. the city government was flooded with calls, and a few city council folks showed up in support of the man.

and ICE left.

the man’s neighbors & the activists formed a human chain around the car so the man and his son could get back into their house. and later, his whole family was escorted to a safer location.

today, that man is still with his family. his children, though undoubtedly shaken and scared (especially the son who was with him the whole time, and was so frightened he threw up at one point) still have their father. one of the neighbors said: “they picked the wrong neighborhood on the wrong day” and “I know they’ll be back, and so will we.”

I know a ton of posts get shared about doing this exact thing, but i want you to know that IT WORKS. community works. so please, above anything else, get to know your neighbors. keep an eye out for each other. don’t let people disappear. keep each other close, keep each other safe.

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so this is love

percabeth | cinderella au | 12k

“I hope to see you again, Miss…”

It could be a title, but the look he gives her indicates it’s an invitation to give her name. Annabeth plays dumb, knowing he’ll see through it.

Her chest rises with her breath. “And I you, Percy.”

He grins at the promise and the sound of his name, his eyes darting to her mouth as he turns his horse. Even as he rides away, he casts a glance at Annabeth over his shoulder. Laughter rings in the air as clear as the summer sky. It’s a charming sound, Annabeth thinks. She can’t wait to hear it again.

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ronda slater, what I need is: a contemplation of bisexuality, from bi any other name: bisexual people speak out, edited by Lorraine Hutchins and Lani Kaahumanu, 1991

all alone against the skies general audiences | 3.4k | for @posallys summary: a glimpse into poseidon and sally’s relationship

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This is how creation starts: a god feels lonely.  The skies, the seas, and all the creatures within come to be when a god feels a stirring of loneliness in the vast abyss of its nothingness.  Creation is created when a god wants love.

trembling hands / saccharine + any pairing 🥺

Percy doesn’t know how to do this. 

He should know, right? It’s Annabeth. The girl who he held at the bottom of Siren Bay, who kept him from dissolving in the Styx. He held up the sky for her at fourteen, but he can’t make a move on her now that she’s his girlfriend? 

But it’s Annabeth, and he wants to do right by her. He knows her, sure, but he wants to know her in this new light, this soft glow of almost-love. 

They sit together on the dock, their toes teasing the lapping waves that glint in the setting sun. Annabeth leans back on her hands and tilts her head to soak up summer’s swan song. The water slaps the dock like a kick drum underneath the cacophony of camp in the background. It’s more chaos than anything, but it’s music to Percy’s ears: the survivors all in the same place for the very last time. 

It’s that thought that drives Percy to reach for Annabeth, even if it’s with trembling hands. Sunlight caresses her with a bravery Percy doesn’t quite have yet. Someday he will touch her just as gently. 

He lacks finesse, but his fingers slip between Annabeth’s steadily enough. She eyes open slowly, her pupils adjusting to the brightness and then dilating once more at the sight of Percy. He’s half expecting her to laugh at him for grabbing her hand and staring at her all doe-eyed, but she just beams. 

For someone who said she wouldn’t make things easy, Annabeth is an easy person to be sweet on. Her cheeks betray her, turning as red as the strawberries growing in the distance. She’s just as saccharine, just as soft and homegrown. It’s easy to slip a hand to the soft skin of her neck, to tilt her jaw, to press his lips to hers. She tastes like nectar, a home that warms his chest. She tastes like healing.