One Shots feat. PJO, Irondad, and More!

Quarantine, Baby (PJO)

Quick dedication to raspberrypopsicle - she's got a great quarantine inspired fanfiction too up on her profile that I'm really enjoying about a virus infecting camp! I definitely recommend checking it out. 

On that, I really hope everyone is doing well. Feel free to reach out to me to talk about anything or just because you're bored. I'd love to read some more great stories, and now that I say that, I'm sure other people need good reads too during this quarantine! Comment some below if you feel like it!

And here's the one-shot. Aged up percabeth, say they're both 30ish? Like I told cajoling, it kind of spiraled out of control into three different stories (whoops) but hey. COVID-19 madness at its finest. Thanks for reading, guys.

Annabeth supposed she should be counting her blessings during a global pandemic. Like, how she and her loved ones were healthy and relatively low-risk for the deadly disease. Or how she had a stable job as the head of her own Olympus architecture firm, and could afford to pay all the demigods working under her and still keep her company afloat. She had a nice apartment, stocked with plenty of healthy food. 

Of course, though, there will still downsides to the pandemic. And the jury was out on which classification being quarantined with her hyperactive husband was under.

She was fully convinced that she'd grind her teeth down to sand when the door to the master bedroom creaked open for what had to be the fifth time in the past two hours. Her shoulders tensed under the gray heather of one of his over-sized Camp Half-Blood sweatshirts. 

She didn't even have to look away from the blueprints she was hunched over. She knew exactly who it was, interrupting her work.

"Percy," she grit, screwing her eyes closed. "Could you please-"

"Still working?" he cut her off innocently, leaning down to wrap his arms around her shoulders. He pressed a warm kiss against her neck. She resisted the urge to slap him.

Still working, he asked. Gods.

It was three. She had shown him her plan. Wake up at eight. Run, breakfast by nine. Coffee. Start work at nine-thirty. Once she survived her first round of meetings, she'd escape into the kitchen for a quick lunch at noon. Percy could get a break from babysitting until it was time for her to go back to work at one. Then she'd be busy going through the schematics of running her own company until five. Four, if it was a slow day. Then she'd help him make dinner, and entertain their two-year old Charlie until it was time for her to go to bed. She and Percy could watch a movie, and then by eleven it was back to bed until the next morning.

She had a routine. He had agreed to it, and now after only a week he was trying to ruin it. Logically she knew it wasn't his fault- his head was full of ADHD and kelp. Still, it was annoying when she couldn't go twenty minutes without him knocking the door down.

She shrugged him off, spinning around in her chair to glare at him. His dorky smile faltered slightly under a mess of black hair. He needed a haircut. "Are you trying to piss me off?" she snapped, feeling all of the frustration of her work combined with cabin fever and just stress rising to the forefront of her chest.

His dark eyebrows furrowed together. "No?"

The blonde huffed in frustration, swiping a hand across her forehead. "Why are you in here, again, then? I have work to do Percy, and it's kind of hard to focus with you constantly bothering me."

"I'm not trying to bother you, I'm just bored."

"Sucks. Tell me what you want and then get out."