A/N: Hey guys! Back just in time for this week's update! Hope you like it!
Home had always been a hard word for Annabeth.
It used to be that little apartment she shared with her dad. Filled with vague memories of watching him work on tiny models and running around the park nearby and feeling like she had a place in the world to call her own. Until she didn't.
Until home didn't exist anymore and she was out on the streets, running and fighting towards something unknown. Maybe she had been trying to find another home.
Miraculously, she does.
Home is Camp Half Blood. Filled with vivid memories of laughing with her siblings and capture the flag and feeling like, finally, she was understood. Until it isn't.
Until one day she's looked at like someone different, someone bigger than she feels and things are different than they used to be.
It leaves her desolate. Home used to be a place, until it wasn't anymore. Then home was where she felt understood, until it wasn't anymore. Now home is…
She walks away from the prying eyes of younger campers who outcast her without knowing and walks to the edge of the water.
Staring out into the sea, she thinks of the other homes she's had, stinky vans, and boats, random caves and rooms and terraces in the city used as hideaways, home bases, and just places to rest for the night.
But those weren't homes, they were shelters. And there's a difference between the two.
So why did she think that they were home?
Her thoughts are frustrating and unproductive and part of her wants to run away again, the need for finding a home, one where she finally feels at ease is clawing at her. It's not like she has a home to come back to anyway.
A pair of arms slide around her waist and there's a warmth on her back and she can feel herself relaxing in the hold, the scent of the sea stronger than ever before.
She rests her hands on his, looking down at them. They've held hers in the underworld, through the deep waters, they held the weight of the world along side her and were with her in every stinky van, boat, and random cave.
He doesn't say anything, just pulls her closer like he understands what she's feeling, and she thinks that if there was ever a place to call her own it's right here. Right beside him.
She realizes then that even if she runs away, she does have a home to come back to. Her home would probably run with her.
Because home isn't a place. Not always.
And her home is Percy.
A/N: So what did you think? This concept has obviously been written on before, I keep feeling like I've written on it, but I can't find it if I have. But I just really struggled this week with writing, and this is what I came up with inspired by cannon Percabeth, so I hope you like it! Just some fluff your way this week!
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