The American Hogwarts Houses

If ya have any percabeth fics i would love to read em been lookin for some good Percy jackson fics

here’s an (incomplete) list of my percabeth (and other pjo) fic: 

fake dating au

percabeth planning their wedding

More Than Friends (mortal meets)

patching up a wound

shut doors (sick!annabeth)

shut doors part 2

post-tlo; one falls asleep with the other’s head in their lap

slow dancing

taking a bath together

High Tide (percy goes home)

Baby Steps (sally takes care of her son)

happy (sally & percy celebrate his birthday)

“we’re going to the ball.” (percabeth…. goes to a ball.)

percabeth adopts a puppy

kim possible au

You can also read a selection of Percabeth fic on my ffnet. most of the ones on ffnet are kind of old, though, so quality is not guaranteed. there’s probably a couple more on tumblr i haven’t linked (my blog is old and my tagging system changed)

if you also want i do have percabeth fic ideas that i kinda chip away at every now and then that i’d be more than happy to talk about! there’s also a pjo zine piece that i might be posting soon as well, and i’m working on an old singer!percy/percabeth au. 

couple other writers you might want to check out: @percyyoulittleshit & @bananannabeth are a great place to start lookin, both their own writing as well as reblogs. also try the percabeth tag and pjo fanfic tag if you’re looking for more - i always try to keep my blog organized haha.

im gonna say it, and if youre white you do not get to comment, but in regards to that j-siper pocahontas au and the people in the comments of that post calling op out for whitewashing piper, i feel like we are focusing on the wrong thing here. just a little bit. the au itself is fucking abhorrent because it puts piper in the position of a girl, pocahontas, who was barely a teenager when she was kidnapped, sexually assaulted, married to a man against her will, and in the end, she died extremely young, and very far away from her home and family. disney took that story and romanticized the fuck out of it, to the point where it is unrecognizable. this movie perpetuates violence against native women. stop fucking making pocahontas j-siper aus.

mob au: the island

“Woah,” Percy says. “This place is gorgeous, Annabeth.”

Annabeth smiles at the expansive mansion that stretches up to the sky before her. “It is pretty great, isn’t it?”

“It’s insane,” he says with a laugh. “And I thought your Montauk house was obnoxious.”

“You weren’t calling it obnoxious when we were having sex in every room,” she says pointedly.

“Since you brought it up, how many rooms does this house have?” he asks playfully.

Annabeth bites her bottom lip, tilting her head as she looks at the house. “Thirty-four on three levels. Thirty-five if you count the ballroom.”

“You’d have to be an idiot to not count the ballroom.”

Annabeth laughs, relaxed and at peace in a way that she’s only ever felt around Percy.

“Well, c’mon,” he says, playfully pulling her towards the house. “We are way behind schedule.”

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Riptide Chapter 3

The street outside the bookstore is quieter than usual. It’s just about closing time and Percy is shelving all the books who were moved from their nooks through the course of the day. Sally is cleaning the coffee counter, snacking on the last cookie in the display case and humming a song that Percy can’t quite place.

“Where have I heard that before?” he asks, rounding the corner of the nearest bookcase.

Sally smiles without looking up from what she’s doing. “It was one of your dad’s favorites. Every time it was on the radio, he’d turn it all the way up and sing along. Badly.”  

Percy laughs. “So I got my singing voice from him?”  

Sally looks up then. “Of course. I mean, I sing like an angel so it couldn’t be me.”  

They continue their customary movements around the store, making sure all the tables are clean, the books are put away, and the oven is off, before heading to the back office.

It’s a small, unimpressive space with just enough room for two people, three if necessary. There is a small wooden desk that Percy remembers helping his dad build, still being able to note the by P+P carved into one of its legs. He runs his hand over it as he sits down, feeling comforted by its graininess against his skin.  

Sally puts on her reading glasses and opens up her ledger, making notes of the days profits. “How we lookin?” Percy asks.

Sally sighs contentedly and leans back in her chair. “To be honest, we’re killing it.”  

Percy smiles and lifts his hand for a high-five which Sally returns gleefully. “I knew it. Big book chains eat your heart out.”

As she sits back, she begins to simply watch Percy, who squirms under her gaze.

“Don’t do that thing,” he says.

“What thing?” she asks, playing dumb.

“That thing where you watch me and use your mom witchcraft to just like, get everything out of me.”

She smiles and shrugs. “Can’t help it, just comes naturally.”

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If Dr. Seuss Books Were Titled According to Their Subtexts

Riptide Chapter 4: Super Percy

As the sun begins to touch the treetops, the surface of Lake Naiad shines like a million miniature diamonds are dancing along its surface. Percy stands on the edge of what has become his favorite body of water, jeans cuffed above his ankles, as he listens to the soothing sounds of the lake lapping at his feet, birds making their ways back to their nests for the evening, and the bickering of the sister spirits who routinely kick his ass.

“Mother said to keep training into the evening, do you want to disobey her?” Cordelia says curtly.

“It is not about disobeying mother, but about knowing we are dealing with a human, Cordelia. He needs rest, he is not like you or I,” Hali says back.

Cordelia scoffs. “Well that’s glaringly obvious, given his skill level. Or lack thereof.”

“Why must you be so petulant!”

“Why must you be so lax!”

They have been at it for about twenty minutes, discussing Percy’s training regimen and if it’s enough to get him ready to be a full-fledged champion. Percy has no say in the matter, and even he knows getting between sisters is a bad idea, so instead of chiming in, he decides to simply enjoy the scenery as the water slowly heals every scrape and bruise he has collected over the course of the day. Luckily, being a New Yorker, the sounds of two people bickering is one that really does make Percy feel like he’s home.

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and they were roommates (chapter eight)

The apartment’s spotty radiator has been the bane of Annabeth’s existence all winter, but in a dog pile on the couch with her two favorite boys, the persistent draft is welcome if it means they’ll stay put. 

Percy’s voice drifts up from Annabeth’s lap, a bit too smug for her liking. “Bet you’re glad we got the big couch now, huh?” 

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Annabeth lies. 

A smile creeps onto Percy’s face as he taps Grover’s temple. The boys started with Percy’s feet in Grover’s lap, but Grover slid to the side during the movie marathon. Now his cheek rests on Percy’s stomach. 

“Hey, G-Man, you know Annabeth wanted a loveseat? How the hell were we gonna fit you on a loveseat?” 

Grover mumbles something sounding like “food” and sinks further into Percy. 

Annabeth bites her lip. “Grover sleeps in the woods for fun, Perce. Not sure how much support you’re gonna get on that front.” 

Percy cranes his neck to peek at Grover. “Is he drooling on me?” His head falls back on Annabeth’s leg, which has long since fallen asleep under his torso. 

Annabeth doesn’t even pretend to look before she nods her head gravely. “Oh, absolutely.”

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