piper. the way her voice softened when she talked about something she loved made me wish she was talking about me. the way her lips curved up when she smiled made piper wish they were on mine. and her arms, tan and strong felt like they were made to hold me. annabeth was the song on my lips and rhythm in my hips. ♡ annabeth. maybe it was the way she laughed. maybe the way her voice softened when she sang. maybe it was the way her eyes met mine. the way her fingers tapped impatiently on table tops made me wish they were dancing on my skin. she is the drug in my veins and the air that i breathe: always leaving me breathless. [#1 in pipabeth 5/11/20]

FINISHED! A universe in which Percy Jackson dies- Annabeth is barely holding it together, with the help of an unlikely angel. She's broken and empty, but she needs to figure out her pain and keep it together anyway, because that's what Percy would have wanted. Even if they can get through this mission alive, what is Annabeth supposed to do with herself when it's over? ... "Nightmares," Annabeth breathed, tears pooling in her eyes. She ran her fingers through Piper's hair, imagining him whispering her name in the middle of the night. She imagined those sea green irises, that lopsided smile, the rough fingers that laced perfectly with hers. "I can't wake up."