A/N: This one-shot is sort of non-AU, sort of AU. Some of the little details here and there about Percy & Annabeth, are probably untrue, but let's overlook those little details and focus on the pure sappiness of this one-shot. Or the sappiness I intended to exist in this one-shot.

This, once again, is NOT based off a prompt, but rather a cute little drabble I worked on for a few days. I actually do a have a based-off-of-a-prompt one-shot coming soon. I think it's a really cute prompt, but you guys will be the judge of that.

PROMPTS NEEDED!

Disclaimer: I do not own the future of Annabeth and Percy, but if this truly happens in the future... WOULDN'T THAT BE AWESOME?

When Annabeth and Percy first moved in together, they had a system. They cooked on weekends—which Annabeth usually did, because Percy could only cook pasta. They ate out on Fridays (usually pizza) and Monday-Thursday they spent their days at Camp Half-Blood. When either of them had had a particularly bad day—death of a fellow demigod, near-death experience, getting lost at the mall etc.—they sat on the couch and watched marathons on Netflix and ate tubs of ice cream. (Percy had discovered he was lactose intolerant after a particularly nasty bout of diarrhea following one of those nights.)

They worked together, seamlessly, as a team. Sometimes they fought—usually over the remote—but mostly they got along, which is great for a healthy relationship.

The only thing they consistently couldn't get right was laundry. Percy always mixed the dark load with the light load and Annabeth always folded the clothes the "wrong" way (according to Percy, who had a strict folding-of-clothes regimen that he'd developed after the whole defeating-Gaea thing). Percy's bad laundry habits turned everything white into varying degrees of pink and Annabeth's bad laundry habits caused everything in the household to be folded twice, which annoyed Annabeth (on both accounts) greatly.

But they were in love. And love trumps laundry. So they continued on with life.

When Annabeth and Percy got married, they had a system. By this time, Annabeth was CEO of an architectural designing company she had created from scratch. She supported the family, while Percy decided to forgo a "normal" job and instead instruct various things (sword fighting and canoeing among them) at Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter alike. They had both mastered the art of making excuses, to get out of boring dinner parties or to avoid the people that most annoyed them—they had nicknamed for them, including Dr. Coconut, Beethoven the dog, and Susan. They made sure to set aside Friday nights at five for date night, which usually included them both dressing up, ending up ordering pizza, and having lots of cuddling sessions on purple couch.

But despite the fact that Annabeth always yelled at him for two minutes straight after discovering another article of clothing had turned pink, Percy still mixed the light load and the dark load. And although Percy had showed Annabeth how to fold the clothes "properly" countless times, Annabeth still folded their clothes the "wrong" way.

But they were in love. And love trumps laundry. So they continued on with life.

When Percy and Annabeth had their first child they had a system. On Mondays and Thursdays Annabeth drove their daughter to daycare. On Tuesdays and Fridays Percy did. (On Wednesdays Poseidon and Athena alternated taking care of their granddaughter, one they had become very fond of, despite the spit-up and poopy diapers.) When the two of them were woken up at midnight by the screams of their eldest, Annabeth took care of her. When the two of them were, later in the night, woken up at four in the morning by screams, Percy took care of her.

And Percy still mixed the darks and lights, now making all of his daughter's clothes various shades of pink, and Annabeth still folded Percy's clothes wrong and, now, by association, her daughter's clothes too.

But they were in love. And love trumps laundry. So they continued on with life.

When Annabeth and Percy's third, and final, child went off to college, they had a system. During the winter & summer holidays their kids came home. During the spring & fall holidays, Percy and Annabeth visited their children. Every other weekend, the two visited their friends—who were scattered, now, both throughout the country and throughout the globe.

But in all the years they'd lived together, Percy still mixed the two loads and Annabeth still folded the clothes wrong.

But they were in love. And love trumps laundry. So they continued on with life.

When Annabeth and Percy were old, grandparents now; their three children off having adventures of their own, they had a system. They were both retired now, so they spent their mornings walking in dew-filled parks, their afternoons at their favourite lunch place, and their evenings exploring places they had never had the time for in their youth.

Still, after almost fifty years of marriage, Percy mixed the darks and the lights and Annabeth folded the clothes wrong.

But they were in love. And love trumps laundry. So they continued on with life.

A/N: :) I have this song stuck in my head. Please go away, song. But on a more fanfiction-y note, how did you guys like it? Constructive criticism, generally criticism, and praise wanted and accepted. :D

Once again, prompts wanted. :) Thanks to all my reviewers, favouriters, and followers - you might get tired of hearing this, but it's true: I really DO appreciate you listening to the ramblings of my imagination.

xx

StrawberryofLife