Percy and Annabeth Jackson were going to have a family. Their excitement was boiling over, of the thought of having their own child. A little girl. But a fatal blow has occurred, making all their expectations crumble, their future, their everything.
Sophie Foster and her friends (Fitz, Dex, Keefe, and Biana) were still struggling to process the death of Mr. Forkle. Granite gave Sophie Mr. Forkle's cache, telling her it was time for the Moonlark to find out who she really is. The scary and hard truths weigh on her and her friends, but they can handle this, right? Or would it be too much?
Hello KOTLC and PJO fans and welcome to a crossover fanfiction! This story is written by two CrAzY fangirls, ilovepercy2 and FieryHorse. We suddenly came up with the freakishly good idea in April of 2017, and it is not your typical fanfiction. It is one that has NOT been written before. (So, if you see something way too similar, please tell us.) This fanfiction isn't incredibly easy to write, hence the little details we have to put in the story. Please be aware of that.
Here are a few disclaimers:
1) I AM A SOPHITZ FAN! There will be minor Sophitz moments here and there. But not really until the very end. (So if you are a Sokeefe fan, you can still read this without going crazy, you should thank Lauren for that. She had to settle me down when I want to write the OTP moments).
2) The Percy Jackson characters are made by the AMAZING Rick Riodan.
3) The Keeper of the Lost Cities characters is made by the AWESOME Shannon Messenger.
4) Cover credit goes to Pi-Master
5) VERY SLOW UPDATES!!! We try to make a goal and update one-two times a month, but since there are two people writing this book, it's not as easy to keep a schedule. (Especially since our life schedules are way different). Thanks for understanding!
Forever Fangirls,
FieryHorse & ilovepercy2
Persephone Jackson and the Lost Cities (Fem! Percy Jackson x KOTLC) ON HAITUS
12 parts Complete
12 parts
Complete
DISCONTINUED AND UP FOR ADOPTION
This is a PJO x KOTLC story. Set after HOO and at the end of Exile
Things finally became real as I stared at the grave, my mind and body both refused to process her death until now. "Annabeth..." I whispered kneeling down, "I'm sorry." I choked out resting my head on her grave.
Yes, this is a cliche, and yes, my writing is absolute shit.
In this book Percy is 14 after HOO.
I don't own Percy Jackson
I don't own Keeper of the Lost Cities