When Annabeth opens her final present, the one Percy had insisted (not at all suspiciously) that she save for last, she stares into the box for a long moment and then lets out a loud peel of laughter.
“You actually got me one! I don’t believe it!” she exclaims, pulling out the brand new blue and orange jersey and holding it up. “You know this won’t change anything, right? I’m still cheering for the Yankees.”
“Oh, I know. But now you have your own jersey, so you can stop stealing mine when you want to seduce me,” Percy says, grinning with satisfaction at her startled look. “What, did you really think I wasn’t going to catch on after the first couple of times? I can’t hardly wear that thing any more without thinking about all the dirty things you’ve done with it on.”
Annabeth presses the jersey against her chest, and asks, “And you think this one will have the same effect, huh? Not all jerseys are created equal.”
“Guess we’ll find out once you try it on,” Percy says with a heated smirk, getting up and tugging her to her feet. “Won’t we?”
“Sneak,” Annabeth replies, stroking her hand along his jaw before she leans in for a kiss. Really, there are better ways of guaranteeing Christmas sex than issuing her a challenge she can’t refuse, but she’s won’t complain about this too much. “Clean up the wrapping paper and meet me in the bedroom?”
He nods, hopping over the couch to grab a trash bag, and Annabeth saunters back to the bedroom to change. She barely gets her clothes off and the jersey buttoned up before Percy’s at her side and trying to take it off her again. Her Christmas present spends the night rumpled on the floor at the foot of the bed, and she can say with certainty that the new jersey works just as well at riling up Percy’s libido.
Percy knows they’re only in Victoria’s Secret to pick up a gift card for Annabeth’s secret santa at work, but he’s easily distracted and it’s hard not to browse when he’s surrounded by lace, satin, and brightly colored underwear.
“Gonna model one of these for me for Christmas?” he teases, holding up a red, white fur trimmed bra and grinning when Annabeth rolls her eyes, snatching it away from him.
“If that’s your way of asking me if I want to role play naughty Mrs. Claus with you, you’re out of luck, Seaweed Brain,” she replies, stuffing the bra back into the drawer. “But I might have bought something see-through and scandalous for you to enjoy opening Christmas Eve.”
Percy settles a hand on her hip, slipping his thumb under the edge of her shirt, and leans down to whisper, “Any way I can convince you to let me open that present early?”
Annabeth smiles, pecking him on the cheek, before pushing him away. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something…”
"there is not where you’re supposed to kiss me, Percy"
Christmas is sweater season, SO DRAW EVERYTHING IN SWEATERS.
that’s when you need someone
someone that you can call
and when all your faith is gone
feels like you can’t go on
let it be me (x)
Reasons to make Percy Captain - so I could draw Piper sassing him (Firefly!AU)
Well after ten million years, I finally finished my entry for the PJO fanzine, being put together by the lovely Angela. The lady characters in this series are super rad so I knew I had to do something that gave me an excuse to draw them being their awesome selves. I tried to push myself compositionally with this piece but I’ve been looking at it for so long now that I’m not sure I can even properly see it anymore haha!
Will post close-ups separately! I had a lot of fun with their armor and I want to show it off! :)
I couldn’t resist. I’m laughing so hard.
Because of this.
Edit: I only drew Percy because I’m still not sold on my Jason and Leo designs.
titans curse, they’re in the school dance and Thalia tells everyone to dance to blend in. Percy’s such an air head
It took Annabeth a full minute to sort out where Percy was on the bed. There were so many blankets and pillows piled onto his bunk that he vanished underneath, and it took a few tentative pokes to make him moan and squirm.
She smiled, sitting down on one of the pillows beside him. After a moment, Percy’s nose appeared like a mouse, and he squinted at her. His cheeks were flush with fever and his hair had, somehow, gotten even messier.
"I take it you won’t be coming to dinner," she said, surprising herself with how gentle her voice was. Percy’s glare melted, leaving him looking a bit delirious.
"What time is it," he croaked, craning his neck to try and see the clock.
"It’s about quarter to seven," she sighed, running her fingers into his hair. He gave her an annoyed scowl and snuggled back under the blankets out of her reach. "You’re such a baby," she laughed.
"Am not," he said, his voice muffled and hoarse under the blankets. Annabeth rolled her eyes and flopped down next to him on top of the quilt, turning onto her side so she could drape an arm over him.
"You really hate winter, don’t you?"
Percy was quiet for a few seconds, and she wondered if he had fallen asleep again. Then the blankets shifted and his face reappeared, blinking sleepily at her. “I don’t hate it. Winter is great, but I could do without the flu.”
Annabeth rolled her head closer until their foreheads were touching. His was especially hot, and but she closed her eyes and tried not to worry about it. “Hey, at least you got to come to camp because of it. Your mom sounded so worried when she called.”
Percy made a small airy noise. “Silver lining, I guess.” Annabeth kissed the tip of his nose and they lay there for a few minutes, the silence settling back into the cabin. Then she remembered about dinner, and opened her eyes to suggest he try and tag along.
But he was already fast asleep.