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You know that I don’t like it. The short black haired girl with electric blue eyes turned away from the computer and smirked at me. Honestly, you sound like those freaky cat ladies and widows. I sighed and leaned back on my wheelie chair, not knowing how to respond because all of that was true Thalia turned back to the computer and typed in random things, I didn’t know because I wasn’t bothered to look. She must have been writing up my profile or looking for dates for me.

Percy jackson and piper mclean dating fanfiction

Annabeth and I were just hanging out at her house. I’d managed to convince her to let me do her hair, though she’d fought against me at first. So I was brushing it out so I could French braid it for her. The few times I’d managed to do that for her, she’d looked gorgeous. She blushed slightly but didn’t answer right away. I’m not interested in any of those guys though.

You’re fifteen ; there’s got to be somebody you want to date! She faltered slightly. I guess there might be this kid from camp, but I’m not sure. He drives me crazy and we fight about as much as we talk civilly. I raised my eyebrows, having a pretty good idea of who she was talking about but wisely choosing not to comment about that. You only see him in the summer and he probably lives far away.

I’m talking about people from around here. My eyebrows wrinkled and I pursed my lips in confusion. There are plenty of eligible and quite attractive boys at school. You’re Annabeth Chase! You’re smart, pretty, and talented. There’s nothing average about you,” I told her earnestly. Annabeth just shook her head, still looking sad. My pep talk hadn’t worked at all. I mean it. I’m really not normal.

More than you’d think. I’m not just some girl with a father, stepmother, stepbrothers, friends at home, and a nice summer camp. Everything’s a lot more complicated. She once again shook her head. I was born out of wedlock. It was impossible for them to get married. But I take after my mom a lot. I’ve met her. How could she keep this from me? You guys just assumed that and I never corrected you. She very well could have just been divorced.

None of us wanted to bring up painful memories. She shrugged. I get my intelligence from her and I think that I have an unnatural interest in the battle plans of any war because of her. She shook her head vehemently. It’s not the intelligence; it’s the intricacy of my life. I’m much different at camp than I am when I’m here. People at camp know me as a loud-mouthed, know-it-all leader who you don’t want to get on the bad side of because I’ll kick their butts without breaking a sweat.

Here, I’m the smart girl who will get in your face if I know I’m right, but in general, I stay quiet and out of the way. I try not to bother people so that they don’t bother me. At camp, I don’t care who I end up picking a fight with, as long as it’s not an entire cabin. She just kept going. We don’t do silly activities like most camps all the time. It’s practically training for war, but ancient war.

If no one does well in a particular art, there are counselors from the skilled cabins to help everyone. Like, I’m one of the sword-fighting counselors. She sighed and reached for her waistband. A moment later, she produced a bronze dagger and laid it on the bed in front of her. I fought my reflex to bounce backwards away from it. She nodded. We also learn to use the discus and we know how to chariot race.

We horseback ride and climb rock walls. We have arts and crafts, but normally people forge weapons or the like. We do canoeing and hiking. And we have Capture the Flag on Friday nights where we can use all of the weapons we have. I normally lead my team against the others. She shook her head. Besides, I’m an excellent fighter now and I won’t get as hurt in the outside world if I get attacked.

When she gazed back up, there were practically tears in her eyes and she looked at me imploringly. It’s dangerous and it’s hard. I haven’t felt security in my life since I can’t remember when. I ran away when I was seven and managed to find a band of kids to run across a few states into camp. We’re all different. My life is hectic and there’s always a chance that something will go wrong. I can’t bring a boyfriend into all of this. I’d have so many secrets from him and there’d be no way we could ever have an open relationship.

There’s a lot about me that only my camp friends know. But then again, they don’t know much about my life at home. She bit her lip and hugged me. I can’t help it. I’ve been trained since I was little to hide this part of me and to be ashamed of it. Now that I’m proud of it, I still have to hide it because people will think I’m crazy. Come on Annabeth, I won’t think you’re crazy.

Just tell me! I nodded eagerly. I never knew that Annabeth had been hiding a lot; now I was excited to see what was so different. Quick as a flash — so quick that I couldn’t even cry out — she picked of the dagger and slashed it across my hand. I stared in amazement at my unmarred hand. As I looked back at her, she held out her own hand and carefully pricked a fingertip. Blood immediately showed up as she stuck the wounded digit in her mouth.

She carefully grabbed the cap and placed it on her head. She literally disappeared. I gasped and scrambled backwards off of the bed, looking around. She appeared a moment later where she’d been before, her expression apologetic. Gesturing for me to sit next to her on the bed, she flipped open the book and showed me what was inside.

The first page was a diagram of a few buildings with Greek lettering all around it. The next pages were filled with Greek letters and illustrations of what looked like Greek monsters. These buildings are things I want to build one day. The monster pictures are the old Greek monsters and notes about them. And the pages with just words are battle plans. Look,” she pointed to some of the lettering. The scary thing is that we actually use these plans. The kids at camp know how to successfully use them.

We know how to fight and some kids are vicious. During Capture the Flag, some kids get really hurt. Percy almost got killed his first fight. Clarisse, one of the leaders of a vicious cabin, wanted payback because he’d humiliated her.

“I just want you,” he says quickly. Annabeth leans forward until she’s looming over him. She wants to tell him that’s not good enough, that they. But Thalia needed something beyond just clothes so yes, unless you “Out of all the people in the world you had to choose Percy Jackson.

This one-shot is dedicated to BritPit , who won a contest from my story Living Hell. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have any stories, so I can’t recommend anything. Anyways, I hope you like the story! Hopefully it’s not too confusing with all of the jumping back and forth.

I hope you all really enjoy this chapter.

Paul Blowfis took the milk out of the fridge and poured a generous amount over his frosted cereal. He sat down across from his wife, and his step-son at the small breakfast table. Six weeks ago, sixteen year old Percy had arrived home from camp half-blood, a camp for demi-gods — mortal children of the Gods.

This is a content warning. This chapter contains sexual material not suited for all audiences. If you have any questions about the story or want to talk to me I’m son-of-rome over on tumblr. As soon as her knuckles hit his door it swings open, as if it had been waiting for her touch. Percy stands behind the open door, blinking at her in surprise.

Once again I want to say thank you for the support this story has gotten. I appreciate every review, follow, and favorite I get. If you want to ask any questions about the story I’m on tumblr as son-of-rome. Feel free to drop in and ask whatever you want. Annabeth can count the number of times she’s seen Piper wake up before seven on one hand. So when her phone plays Piper’s selected ring tone of “Hollaback Girl” and not her normal default alarm she jumped. Second date? We should get you an actual date outfit not just work clothes, but we’ll deal with that later. They exchange a clipped goodbye before hanging up and Annabeth gets ready for her morning run.

I heard someone tapping the window next to my bed. Very slowly I peeked outside and saw Percy.

Sorry about the wait for this chapter but if you follow me on tumblr you know I had some important stuff going on. I’m a little slammed with school and life right now but I’ll get the next chapter up as soon as I can.

I have no excuse other than I am utter trash. I’m very, very sorry this took so long but I do plan on finishing the story. Getting Piper to buy a work emergency isn’t very hard, Annabeth’s had things come up in the middle of enough girl’s nights for it to be nearly commonplace. The difficult part is getting Piper to agree to tag along and not take a cab to the bar. Of course the work emergency is an excuse to divert them to the spot where Jason’s sweating through his shirt waiting for them. Annabeth just hopes he’s remembered the ring. Piper’s too focused on grumbling about how far they have to walk and having to wait until the end of the night to get her ice cream to notice that Annabeth has stopped walking. Piper walks directly into Annabeth, letting out a soft curse and stepping back. Annabeth shakes her head in response, she takes a step to the side and turns so Piper can see past her. As soon as Piper spots Jason her mouth drops open and she lets out a startled gasp.

Shouldn’t you know this? This had taken a lot longer than they had expected. The door creaked open just as Nico finished the account. It had taken almost an hour because Nico had desperately been trying to find an appropriate profile picture. What’s up? Well, Nico thought, hopefully a hot drowned rat, or no one would even look at his account! Hope you liked

Annabeth and I were just hanging out at her house. I’d managed to convince her to let me do her hair, though she’d fought against me at first. So I was brushing it out so I could French braid it for her. The few times I’d managed to do that for her, she’d looked gorgeous. She blushed slightly but didn’t answer right away. I’m not interested in any of those guys though.

Get out, already! Percy, ignoring her, continued counting. Once he reached zero, he called out again. I don’t care if this is my mother’s hou – oh The knee length strapless dark blue dress was made to fit her curves perfectly, and clung to her slender body. The camp necklace was strung around her neck, along with the pendant Percy had given her, and was resting against her collarbone is the most arousing way possible- okay, off track. She wore none of that ‘rubbish’ on her face, which was already beautiful as it was – according to Percy – and for once, she had left her blonde curls open, and they cascaded down her bare shoulders. Her feet were clad in silver heels, created especially to match her thundering grey eyes.

This is my first Percabeth fanfic so I hope you enjoy. Annabeth Chase was not popular and she wasn’t unpopular. She was one of those people who were perfectly happy where she was in the social hierarchy of her high school, Half-Blood Hill High, or HBH High for short. She was perfectly happy with her two best friends, Thalia and Piper. The closest she had become to ‘popular’ was having a locker next to the most popular guy at HBH High. So if there was one thing she could change about HBH High, it was the popular group.

It’s emptied out; only a few people, extras I guess, dot the tables. I breathe out a sigh of uncertainty. When they had come to me a couple days ago and asked me to model for them I had laughed-thinking they were joking-and agreed. Then I get credit in my photography class, Piper will get credit in her design class and you become a professional model. But Thalia needed something beyond just clothes so yes, unless you can do the stages of meth withdrawal, we got a male model. You’re just going to randomly meet him here in this perfect little setting.

Percy Jackson – “Feels Like Home” [Comic dub]