In which Annabeth dies, Percy is distraught and Luke never left Elysium. Warning: involves unmitigated blackmail of gods, excessive angst and heartbreak, the esteemed architect Zaha Hadid, countless dam references to the books and a LOT of messing with the socks of death (i.e. fate.)

"It was pouring in Manhattan. Rain streamed down the windows and splashed onto the ground. The windscreen wipers on the front of the car where trying in vain to rid the glass of the fat raindrops that obstructed the cab drivers view. The wheels on the yellow cab splashed up water every time we went through a puddle, and I was bored out of my mind. My name is Annabeth chase and currently I was sitting in a cab that was supposed to be taking me to my apartment which I would be staying in while I attended goode high school." All of the original character from PJO and HOO belong to Rick, not me.

It didn't take long for the Seven to realize that things were different when they weren't at war, that their relationships were based off of life or death situations, that they weren't really in love. When two of the demigods find themselves kissing with their pairs watching everything unfold, they realize that maybe the people they originally thought to be meant to be weren't meant to be leaving their now heartbroken pairs to seek Aphrodite for a consultation with their closest supporters to find out about the emotional battles they are facing.

Some original and probably cliche stories for Percy Jackson readers. (Percabeth, Jasper, Caleo, Frazel, etc.)

Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase have had many adventures together as demigods. They've always had secret crushes on each other, but never revealed it. They kissed a few times, but never thought much of it. They fell for each other unintentionally, without the other knowing. When they were both offered chances at fame, they accepted, not knowing the other would care. Years later, the two reunite, but discover nearly everything is different. Did they forget? #209 IN HEROESOFOLYMPUS #309 IN PERCABETH #400 IN PJOFANDOM #426 IN PJOHOO

Let's just say that being the new girl isn't fun. When Annabeth Chase is forced to move all the way across the country to New York, her life is turned upside down. She is forced to make new friends and step outside her comfort zone. With parties, new friends, old enemies, oh and that hot guy Percy, Annabeth will have to start her entire life over and figure out how to cope with being new.

Ever since the death of her father, Annabeth Chase has been stuck living with her cruel step mother and two step brothers. At school she's invisible and at home she's more of a servant than a daughter. Basically her life sucks. That is until she meets Percy. He's sweet, handsome, funny, and loyal. Perfect right? Nope. Stephanie the schools "queen bee" threatens Annabeth and claims that Percy is hers. So what happens when Annabeth bumps into Percy at the school dance?What if he doesn't know it's her? What happens if someone from Percy's past returns? Will Annabeth stand up and fight for her happily ever after or will she forever stay the runaway princess? DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson or Heroes Of Olympus characters. They belong to Rick Riordan.

What happens when mortals and demigods meet Percabeth? I know it's really overdone, but these stories are my favourite and I wanted to give it a try! So, without further ado, here are my 'Mortals (and maybe sometimes demigods) meet Percabeth (and maybe sometimes other PJO/HoO ships)' one-shots! None of them are related or in any order, so I could have 10 stories about similar events with different people. We'll see. (Disclaimers: Obviously, I'm not Rick Riordan. I do not own PJO/HoO or the characters from the series. I just write stories about these characters and make a few of my own OCs.) Cover art by burdge.tumblr.com

I've always been the girl that no one notices, the girl that no one cares to know, the one that no one cares to see. The girl that no sees the scars on, the invisible ones, the ones inside, or the real ones, the ones on the outside, the scars and bruises, the invisible girl. Out in California, there are plenty of other people to notice, movie stars, rising stars, many more people than me. Now, looking at myself with dull blond frizzy hair and blank gray eyes, I'm not exceptional at all. My personality? Silent, smart, and not outgoing. At home, these traits are what helps me survive. Just like any other day, I was walking home from school. I snuck through the back door, carefully shutting it so it wouldn't creak, and ran upstairs. Hopefully she wouldn't notice. I was wrong. Annabeth Chase AU