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bitches who grew up on Percy Jackson , the Hunger Games and Avatar the Last Airbender...

how's that deep-rooted desire to burn down everything that slightly inconveniences you .. oh and the adhd , bisexuality , contempt for authority and existential crisis going for you?

It's me I'm bitches

Nico who, as he gets stronger, starts hearing voices saying his name. The first time it happens, he's just arrived back at camp and it's Will’s voice in his ears so of course he turns to find him in the dark and fears the worst when Will is nowhere close, because the dead have been calling his name for years.

He would have felt will's death, he knows that, but everything has been... off. Will is alive, of course, and so is Chiron, the next person Nico hears saying his name when they're not around him.

It takes a while, and he almost convinces himself he's gone insane first, but they figure out that he can hear when someone talks about him, much the same way gods can. For now, it's only when they're in the same general area, and he can only catch his name, but he's getting stronger. He can't help it.

The more powerful he gets, the farther away someone can be and still reach him. He starts to hear more than just his name, like a radio has been switched to a new broadcast channel every time he's mentioned, and he can tune in to hear what they say about him. They tell his stories; some friends, some enemies, many strangers.

As he gets stronger, he has to learn to shut it out, or it will break him, and he wonders if this is why the gods never seem to answer.

The first time he hears a prayer addressed to him, shakily whispered in a voice he's never heard before, he answers immediately. The younger sibling of a Roman camper he's met only in passing cowers in a corner, hiding from a monster and throwing our prayers to every deity they can think of, every name mentioned in a bedtime story about heroes who fight monsters and get gifted immortality for their efforts.

Only the Ghost King, whose rise to power was unsanctioned by the gods, unwanted, an act of rebellion, answers. Because it's not the gods who grant immortality, it's the storytellers.

I‘m a burden for everyone. I’m even a burden to myself.

fic masterpost - all percabeth

-> my ao3

oneshots:

you can hear it in the silence (you can feel it on the way home)

one-shot that takes place during tlo, the night after Annabeth gets stabbed. (canon complaint)

can the child within my heart rise above?

This was the last time. They would be over to college by the next morning, this was the last time they’ll ever be at camp as campers. Childhood was over. (canon complaint, set after HoO)

in my dreams (I know I'm gonna be with you)

Percy smelled like the sea on a sunny day, Annabeth had never really noticed it until he disappeared, until his smell was all that was left of him. (canon complaint, set during Percy's disappearance)

you know the hero died (so what's the movie for?)

post-tartarus night on the Argo II. (canon complaint)

I blinked and suddenly I have a valentine

Percy asks her on a sunny day, while brushing out the end of her curls, next to his desk. She sits on a wooden stool similar to his, highlighting a history textbook as he wraps a pencil through her ringlets. Valentine's day oneshot. (canon complaint, set after HoO)

I hate you for what you did (and I miss you like a little kid)

The night of August 18th, camp half-blood was quiet. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. So quiet that it was scary, unsettling even: ‘cause camp never was and never had been quiet in the slightest, not until the night of August 18th, at least. Post-The Last Olympian oneshot. (canon complaint)

I know someday I'm gonna meet her, It's a fever dream

percabeth is revising for Percy's upcoming exam, they fall asleep and Percy has a dream. It gets them thinking of their future. (canon complaint, college era)

It's like you're out to get me

Annabeth Chase hates Percy Jackson.

That's the natural order of things. (canon complaint, set during Botl)

hold on to the memories (I will hold on to you)

Percy and Annabeth host the New Year's Eve party at their new apartment- (canon complaint, college era)

you can start a family (who will always show you love)

Did his dad love him? No, probably not, Poseidon didn’t even know what love was. (canon complaint, college era)

when I'm feeling alone (you remind me of home)

percabeth is out in new york for christmas shopping. (canon complaint, college era)

Sweet Nothing

The one where Annabeth isnt so sure about being a mom, and Percy comforts her. (adult percabeth)

Mine

one-shot about the time Percy gave Annabeth the coral pendant. (canon complaint, set pre tlh)

multi-chapter:

The Bolter

When her dad calls, Annabeth turns off the phone.

They'd always been that way: Frederick writes a letter to camp and she burns it at the campfire, he apologizes to her and she proceeds to cover her ears. (...) Her dad catches and releases her, then, she gets caught and releases herself, breaking free of whatever expectation he ever had for her, or worse, them.

-a deep look into Annabeth Chase's relationships and family dynamics, focuses also on percabeth with flashbacks and flashforwards.

my preferred form of self-harm is waxing

You know what? I don't want to change my VPN every six months cause it was caught selling information. I don't want to go deep into the settings of every website I so much as look at. I don't want my internet browsing to be a constant leap through hoops so that companies can't do things which should be illegal anyway. I want privacy to be the default and for it to be difficult to take it away, not the other way around. Is that too much to ask?

Honestly, I don't even need to to be someone's first thought. I don't even need to be the second thought, I just need someone t o think of me.

Another thing I've noticed working as a children's librarian is like... kids get so Paralyzed By Choice and the adults in their lives never really register why. Like, for example, we have little scavenger hunt sheets in the children's section and when a kid completes it, they get to pick out a cute eraser from our prize basket. We also have a little toy prize chest as part of our "1000 books before Kindergarten" challenge for when kids complete 100 books--and kids will spend minutes carefully picking through everything while their parents are shooting us anxious looks like "sorry they're taking so long! I know this is silly and it's completely ridiculous that my child is taking so long to choose between a bath toy and a cube puzzle because these are cheap and arbitrary objects! Hurry up, Harper! Just pick something! You're embarrassing me!!" But in the kids' perspective, they already have so little control over what objects come into their lives, and in this case, the object represents labor and effort on their end, so of course they feel they must choose very carefully. I've always been an anxious and indecisive person, so it's striking to see how being rushed really doesn't help that and really only makes it harder for kids to figure out what they want.

healing is taking too long what if i just kill myself