a/n: yes yes yes i know angst

because that's what happens when you listen to the SnK soundtrack

aNGST

this one is gonna be happier

mostly crack and fluff actually

OKAY HERE I GO

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prompt- roadtrip, sun-kissed hair and blue skies

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So when Annabeth walks into his room, Percy isn't sure what do it. He's packing up for Camp Half-Blood when the door to his room in his mom's apartment swings open, revealing a familiar figure.

She walks in all nonchalant, clad in shorts, a loose t-shirt (his face burns as he notices the bikini she wears under the entire outfit), hair pulled up in a messy ponytail, and gray eyes glittering.

"Let's go on a road trip."

He deigns the most intelligent response.

"...what?"

He's really, really, really just confused.

"I said, let's go on a road trip, Seaweed Brain." She crosses the room, and presses her lips to his ear, whispering the words.

He turns an even more violent shade of red.

She laughs, and he can't help but smile too. He twirls her around the room. He decides her laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world and as long as she is happy, he will be. And he will do anything to make her happy.

"We need to tell Chiron first."

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One borrowed bus from Camp Half-Blood, and then they are off.

"Where to?" Percy asks, eyes scanning the streets carefully as he makes a right-turn.

Annabeth sits in the passenger's seat, struggling to hold a map upright. "Um, I want to go a beach… somewhere sunny and warm."

He thinks hard. "California. But that's so far away."

She presses a quick kiss to his lips, and he momentarily loses his focus and the bus swerves. Their luggages in the back bump against each other and roll around.

"Eh. We'll get a flying chariot or something."

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One week later, they are standing on the shores of California.

It's a sunny and perfect day- unlike anything in New York. The climate is perfect, with blue skies and plenty of sunshine and a few clouds. Not too humid at all.

The beach has white sand softer than anything either of them have ever felt, and a few palm trees sway in the breeze. Just off in the distance, like in books, families play with rainbow inflatable beach balls and colorful umbrellas cropping up from the sand.

"This is perfect, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth murmurs breathlessly, eyes closed and head tilted up towards the sun.

And Percy has to marvel. The sunlight splashes across her face, illuminating it and making her seem like a goddess (and he knows what he is talking about). Her blonde hair seems sun-kissed, the light playing on her hair and so she seems like she is wearing a crown of gold. She stretches like a lithe cat bathing in the sun.

And he finds that he couldn't agree more.

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After a night at the small beachy, neat and clean motel they found on the coastline, Annabeth decides that they should drive somewhere else.

"Where else, though, Annabeth?" Percy asks, shoving his clothing into his suitcase. Annabeth rolls her eyes as she snatches the clothes away, neatly folding them and stacking them inside.

"No idea." Her eyes sparkles. "Let's go to Vegas."

Percy checks the map. "That's only about a couple hours away from here. I can probably rent a car. And, uh, I vote to not stay at the Lotus Hotel."

She pecks a kiss on his cheek. "Agreed. I'm really not too worried about how long it takes. It's about the journey, not the destination, remember?"

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And so he rents a cherry-red Maserati Spyder (and he practically salivates in awe, trailing his fingers along the vibrant red paint) and they stuff their suitcases in the back. Annabeth hops into the passenger's seat, and Percy takes the wheel.

It is a beautiful day to be driving out. They wind through the narrow streets along the coast, the ocean at their left, and the small shops and restaurants and apartments with pedestrians in flip-flops, swimsuits and shorts and t-shirts walking along. Palm trees line the side of the road

It's so bright, Annabeth has to don sunglasses. It's perfect and warm outside, so Annabeth sheds her hoodie and casually leans out of the convertible. Her white t-shirt ripples in the wind, and her hair flows out behind her in a ponytail and the sunlight glares on her dark shades.

They are infinite.

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As they speed along the highway, Annabeth once against engages the map in an aggressive wrestling match with the map.

(Percy tries to not laugh, but ultimately fails to stifle his laughter.)

She glares at him. "Gods, Seaweed Brain. You want to give this a shot?"

He laughs. "Nah. We'll just get even more lost."

Annabeth can't help but to grumble her assent, growling as the map whacks her in the face.

The highway is mostly empty, as it is one of those roads to stretch from the middle of nowhere to a place of somewhere. They are in the middle of the desert, with nothing but cacti and tumbleweeds in sight.

"Seaweed Brain, are you sure we're going the right way?" Annabeth can't help but be worried.

And with that beauteous and perfect mischievous smile, he says, "Wise Girl, as long as you're there, I'm happy."

And so Annabeth decides even if they end up somewhere in Oregon, she'd be okay. Because he's with her.

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a/n: um hi yes i know i took that line from the perks of being a wallflower, liek the best book evarrrr

also next prompt is 'liar liar pants on fire'

guess which shipping

CALEO YAYYYY THE SHIP THAT WAS LIKE A YUNOYUKKI

IT ULTIMATELY HEALED MY HEART BUT SCREWED IT UP TOO BECAUSE THE FRICKING ENDING OF THE BLOOD OF OLYMPUS SUCKED

K THNXS BAI