A/N: Thank you for the inspiration. All of you. Without your encouraging words, I might have never gotten through 35 chapters of writing (which doesn't sound like a lot, but to me, it was really intimidating in the beginning.)

Also Happy Star Wars Day! Idk how many of you guys are into Star Wars, but I'm a huge Star Wars fan, so may the fourth be with you :) (PS Who saw the new trailer? I know it came out two weeks ago but I totally forgot to mention it. THE EVIL LAUGH AT THE END. I won't spoil anything for anyone, but I def recognized that laugh immediately. Please tell me he's going to be in the new movie! :O He was always badass)

Totally off topic, but I auditioned and got accepted into the top orchestra of my high school! I'll be the only sophomore next year! :D iM SCREAMING lol. I just had to share; I'm bursting with excitement XD

Disclaimer: All rights remain. Also, credit to Cassandra Clare's City of Glass for one line. Btw, implications of le citron at the end of the first scene, but nothing explicit duh.

Additionally, I would like to say beforehand that this story is no way affiliated with any religious group. Though there is mention of God with a big G in the last scene, it isn't necessarily pointing to the Christian faith (I'm not even of the Christian faith, if that knowledge helps you believe my words). But I've always felt that after all Percy's been through (and Annabeth as well), their views on any sort of higher power are kind of a big deal to their characters; they have always believed they are alone because they have always felt truly that they're alone. It's only meant to demonstrate that they make peace with themselves and their lives after this big adventure, not to preach or dissuade any religion from any of you. And that's it for this PSA lol.

"What the fuck is feng shoo-ee?"

"Feng shui," Annabeth corrected, putting her hands on her hips and glancing at him with amusement. She stood in the middle of his bedroom, her hair tied back out of her face. "And it's a practice based on the idea that our homes are a mirror of what's happening inside us," the blonde briefly explained.

Percy looked at her blankly in utter and complete confusion. He leaned up onto his elbows to better see her face. "Example?" Annabeth's heart swelled at the absolutely adorable expression on his face.

"Let's say you were a teacher and you were figuring out the best way to organize your classroom space," she began, her lips curving up in a sweet smile when she saw that his entire attention was on her. Percy was always like that, refusing to do anything half-assed. If he was looking at you, he gave you the entire spotlight; if he listened to you, your voice was the only thing he was aware of; if he touched you, he left you sparking with electricity. And if he loved you, he loved you with every fiber in his body, robbing you of any chance to recover from his loyalty.

"You might consider clustering a few desks together to make table groups rather than leaving each desk by itself in rows and columns. That way the environment feels more open and not as cluttered. Additionally, it feels very friendly, like it's encouraging socialization."

Percy nodded slowly. "Okay, so… what does this have to do with the bedroom?"

Annabeth wrinkled her nose and examined her surroundings. Though Percy had been living in his own apartment for a couple weeks now, he had not bothered to pick out furniture or even a general theme. Anything and everything in his bedroom that he'd bothered with was, simply, very, very blue. When Annabeth had asked him about it, he'd shook his head in exhaustion, claiming that it was too overwhelming to match this and that. Plus it's so boring, Wise Girl save me. Then he'd proceeded to make a joke about carpet and drapes, forcing Annabeth to quickly look the other way before he saw her laugh at his stupid sense of humor.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Annabeth had agreed to tackle the issue herself. Percy was sprawled across the white, pristine sheets of his bed, tossing a tennis ball up and catching it out of boredom- at least, that's why Annabeth assumed he was partaking in such a ridiculous waste of time.

"You don't even have any coherent theme to your bedroom," Annabeth pointed out, raising an eyebrow at him. He was on his back in order to give his left arm and its sling plenty of room. Occasionally he would pause his little game of catch to sip the milkshake on the ground next to him. True to her word, Annabeth had been drilling him with all forms of calcium: milk, yogurt, kale, the list just went on and on. She was like an overbearing mother, insisting that he needed all the nutrients to repair his broken bones. Additionally, she'd provided a full thirty minute lecture explaining why younger people's cells repaired faster- a lecture that had made Percy regret asking the question in the first place, she suspected.

"Yes, I do," Percy defended, shooting her a look. She held up her hands in mock surrender.

"Oh yeah, what is it? Blueberries?"

Percy pouted playfully. "Blue is magnificent," he stated.

"Sure," said Annabeth, amiably. "But… everywhere?" she critically scanned his living space. "You have such a sumptuous apartment with a grand view of New York and you… you just… really, Percy?"

He scowled at the ceiling. "Shut up," he said darkly, making her chuckle lightly.

"Mature," she smirked. "Just drink your milkshake, Seaweed Brain."

"I will," he sniffed, childishly slurping loudly and excessively to make a point, staring her down the entire time. She just rolled her eyes.

"Are you done?" she inquired, a condescending tone overtaking her voice. He obnoxiously slurped once more for extra measure.

"Yes," he said finally with a triumphant grin before resuming to fool around with the tennis ball. He was oddly quiet and Annabeth couldn't help but notice the change in his behavior.

"Are you okay?" she asked all of a sudden, effectively shattering the tense silence. Annabeth took a break from obsessively measuring walls not once, not twice, but three times because Percy, I have to be absolutely sure. And only then can I begin to plan. She peered at him from across the room, sensing his anxiety. Percy nodded absentmindedly. She didn't want to press, but… "Are you sure?" He bobbed his head once more. "You can tell me anything, you know," she offered, the underlying message in her voice clear as day.

Percy sighed loudly, not bothering to catch the next throw. The tennis ball fell to the ground with a thud, bouncing a little before rolling to the wall across from his bed. He licked his lips nervously, only confusing Annabeth more. He had no reason to be nervous, not around her. "I wanted to ask you something, but…" he paused, thinking, "I'm not sure how you'll take it," he admitted.

Annabeth came and laid down on the bed next to him. Percy scooted over, making plenty of room. Her curls splayed out over the cream-colored pillow and she too gazed up at the white ceiling. "Just spill," she suggested, shrugging slightly. She turned her face to look at him, but he was still staring at the ceiling with a troubled expression on his face.

He frowned. "I know we've technically only been dating for a week," he began cautiously, and Annabeth frowned as well, not quite sure where he was going with this.

She remembered that day vividly. They'd been out at a restaurant, celebrating Annabeth's new partnership at Thunderworks, and the waitress had come up to take their order. Annabeth suspected she knew exactly who Percy Jackson was; she could practically read the waitress' excitement written all over her face. Percy had ended up signing a napkin for her, but that wasn't what was important. "And for your girlfriend?" she'd asked, nodding towards Annabeth. Percy had paused, glancing at Annabeth carefully. She remembered nodding slowly, a gentle smile flitting across their lips. "We'll split it," Percy had informed her, not correcting the waitress' terminology for Annabeth. The blonde's nod was all the confirmation he needed.

It hadn't been a big moment, Annabeth supposed in retrospect. Their fights had been bigger than their actual seal of their relationship. When she'd asked him about it, he'd had the perfect thing to say, like always. "Nothing about our relationship has been perfect, so why should our big moments be?"

Slowly, Annabeth returned from reminiscing their memories, grounded by Percy's shifty behavior. He still had not finished his sentence. "But?" she encouraged.

"But…" his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. "But I wanted to ask if you'd like to take the next step." His voice was soft, hesitant, Annabeth realized with a jolt of surprise. Usually he was so sure of everything and anything that it was a surprise to her.

"The next step?" she repeated, perplexed by Percy's vague words. "What do you mean?" Annabeth pondered. All of a sudden, she was struck by a startling thought: what if he meant getting married? Her eyes almost bugged out of her head, panic seizing her. "Marriage?" she choked out, sputtering inelegantly and sitting up quickly in the bed.

"What- no!" Percy exclaimed, his cheeks burning red at her thought process. "Oh my god, that's not at all what I was thinking!"

"Oh." She visibly relaxed, her breathing returning to normal. She knew she tended to jump to conclusions, but she couldn't help it. She warily laid back down next to him, but he was still embarrassed, she could tell. Not that she wasn't flushing just as much, if not more.

"Okay, good," she sighed in relief. She was not yet ready for that, but for a moment, she allowed her mind to trail off. She could imagine a life with Percy in a couple years. She could vividly imagine waking up next to him each morning, his angelic face the first thing and last thing she laid her eyes upon each day. She didn't allow herself to think any further, not growing old, not children. She wasn't trying to have a heart attack, not here, not now. But it all felt very close, resting on the tips of her fingers, just barely in reach. It didn't seem so scary, not now that she realized Percy wasn't awkwardly proposing to her after only being her boyfriend for a week. Boyfriend. The word still made her giddy and she glanced at Percy with a fond smile. Not business partners, not acquaintances, not friends. Well… she supposed they'd always be friends, in some ways.

"Then what were you thinking?" she inquired, the redness fading slowly as she calmed her wildly palpitating heart.

"I was just asking if you wanted to move in," he revealed casually, almost as if his shock of her implications had made his nervousness regarding his inquiry completely disappear. Annabeth's heart skipped a beat. Move in. With him. Here.

Now that marriage proposals were out of the way, moving in did not sound as scary as it would have five minutes ago. She imagined Percy did feel rather silly for feeling nervous to ask her to move in.

"It's just-" he proceeded, when she didn't reply. "I know that even if we've only been official for about a week, we've known each other much longer and though we didn't have a title to our time spent together, we still… we still grew together, you know?" Percy glanced at her then. "You love the view and the architecture, I need to finally furnish my apartment anyways, why not just build it for us, not just for me? And you spend enough time here anyways that I think it would save a lot of money-"

"Percy," Annabeth cut him off impatiently. He was beginning to pitch stupid ideas, like money saving, probably unnerved by her lack of response.

"Yes?" His voice was small, afraid of an answer.

"I think that sounds like a good idea," she finished, smiling warmly up at him. He beamed immediately, his pearly whites gleaming from the sun streaming in through the window. "I can't believe you thought I'd say no," she shook her head at him, teasing gently.

"I just didn't want to pressure you!" Percy defended himself, but he was laughing. "I didn't want to be that guy. I just wanted you to know that you always have a choice and you don't have to ever agree with me, and I didn't want to make things awkward, or make you feel like you wouldn't have your own space by moving in with me. I would want you to feel like it was your home, and I worry that if it was a key I gave you, it wouldn't be the same as your own, and I just didn't want-"

Annabeth leaned up to meet his lips with hers, effectively halting his weak ramble as she soundly kissed him. He sighed, content. "You're such a Seaweed Brain," she nudged him lightly, mirth shining in her eyes.

"And you're a Wise Girl. We've already established that," he murmured, nipping at her pulse point on her neck and eliciting a feminine moan.

"We still need to choose the nightstand," she breathlessly protested. He peppered kisses across her collarbone. "A-and then make a list for IKEA." She shuddered at his ministrations.

"Later," Percy promised, the deep vibrations of his voice tickling her skin.

"Percy," said Annabeth, "we have a lot of work to finish." She glanced at him through her eyelashes before letting them flutter shut in bliss.

"Later," he growled, surely leaving bruises for the next morning- beautiful blue bruises that would remind her of him every time she saw them.

"Later," she finally agreed, sighing in resignation as he trailed kisses up her jaw, fully losing herself in the feeling of him and his warmth and his comfortable touch. He kissed her all over, on her shoulders, her neck, her stomach, her hips, everywhere while she squirmed in ways that made him beg her to keep still or it would be over all too soon. A breathless laugh escaped in between her gasps and still she pressed him to go on, wrapping her smooth, tan legs around his waist.

"I love you," she said, her hands buried deep into his hair. His sea-green eyes went wide, the flecks of gold burning brighter than the sun. It was already an intimate sentiment, one they still refrained from using for fear that it would lose all meaning. But when they were close like this- her palms mapping out his flat planes and sharp angles, his mouth tracing every curve on her body, worshipping her presence and reveling in her warmth, their hearts beating together- it felt all the more intimate, like Annabeth's very soul could burst at any second.

He buried his face in her neck, saying her name over and over before he collapsed against her shoulder. And when finally Annabeth closed her eyes she thought she saw the room light up in a blue aura as it mesmerizingly crashed in itself like ocean waves, enveloping them both in the power and rage of the sea, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Some days hurt more than others. Some days she would remember her decision and it felt like her lungs were collapsing, her vision blurry, and any source of sound clouding until it was nothing more than a dull ringing in her ears. Some days it felt like dying, like she was being buried alive and no matter how much she begged, they kept shoveling dirt onto her, effectively choking her. Some days she would frown into the glass at the face looking back at her. The lavender circles under her eyes had faded, but still she was weary, just maybe not in the same sleep deprived way. Her steely silver eyes were the same as Athena's- a haunting reminder of all she'd left behind. Athena might as well have disowned her; she was no longer her daughter, Athena had made that much clear the moment Annabeth had walked out of her office.

Curled into Percy's side, she listened to his heartbeat and his steady breathing as he slept peacefully. She envied him- a dark emotion she was immediately guilty for feeling. Percy had always had it much worse than her and she was much better off than him; she always had been so much better off. Shame enveloped her and Annabeth sunk lower under the covers, tracing his forearm absentmindedly. Perhaps the gentle touch could make up for her disgraceful thoughts, no matter how fleeting.

Quietly, she thought about Thunderworks. It was a dream working there and it was all thanks to Percy. She hadn't known how freeing it was to make your own decisions, to work with someone as their equal, to breathe again.

No matter how many days hurt, she could not find any regret within her. Jason was a ray of sunshine, always kind, always intelligent. Besides Percy, and though not in the exact same way, Jason was one of the few people who could match her in wit and for turn of phrase- a refreshing change. Jason and her had had a lot more in common than she'd initially expected. Annabeth could vividly remember the solemn expression on his face as they'd spoke together, the conversation taking an oddly serious detour:

"You know, I'm still quite surprised you said yes," Jason admitted out of the blue.

"Yes?" Annabeth glanced up at him distractedly. They sat across from each other, papers spread across the long table messily.

"To working here, to being partner," Jason clarified.

Annabeth stiffened. "Why wouldn't I?" Jason and her were business partners, acquaintances perhaps because Percy was their mutual middle ground. He didn't need to know all the details of her confusing background. "It's a good opportunity."

He shook his head slowly. "No," said Jason simply.

"Excuse me?"

"No," he repeated. "It's a good opportunity, yes. But you would've taken over Stone Records sooner or later, earning the same position regardless." Jason had never been the prying type, but he couldn't conceal his curiosity. Annabeth had never thought of him as anything but cordial and this new side to him, the type that wasn't afraid to ask questions, surprised and maybe even intrigued her.

"That's where you're mistaken." She shook her head. Annabeth wasn't sure what possessed her to reveal it, but the words fell out of her mouth before she could think it through. Jason raised an eyebrow at her. "My mother," Annabeth's voice felt weirdly small at the mention of Athena. "She loves her business too much to give it up to anyone. Until she died, it would still be hers," Annabeth schooled her expression. It was a reckless statement and she immediately berated herself for being so careless with her words. Words had power like none other.

"I know how it feels," Jason softly agreed, sympathy glinting in his bright blue eyes.

"You do?" Annabeth inquired, looking him square in the eye.

He tilted his head to one side, contemplating her presence. "Yes," he conceded. "My father only gave me Thunderworks because he wished to run off to the Canary Islands with his millionth new lady toy," his voice sobered her up, the bitterness feeling weirdly familiar to her.

Annabeth could not hide her shock. Jason had never been so… forthcoming with his personal life and neither had she. They just didn't share that type of bond. "That sucks," she grimly acknowledged. Jason bobbed his head in agreement. "My father ran off too. He's got a new wife and two little boys." Jason's mouth twisted down in understanding. "What about your mother?" she found herself asking.

"Dead."

Annabeth swallowed hard; she didn't ask how. She could see in his eyes, he would tell her the truth if she asked, if she dared. The look on his face terrified her too much to inquire.

"Let me guess, your father's cold and stern?" she shrugged.

"How'd you know?" Jason's lips parted and he stared her down.

"My mother's the same," Annabeth admitted.

"Uncanny." Jason grinned sideways at her and she felt herself relax. They could've been twins separated at birth with all their similarities. "Do you hate your mother?"

"No," she said immediately. "Do you hate your father?"

"No. Do you wish you were born to some other family?" Jason's eyes glittered. Their conversation was quickly becoming a game of speed. No question was off the table, they both knew.

"No," Annabeth answered honestly. "Do you defend your father from people's criticism?"

"Yes," he inhaled sharply. "Do you ever feel trapped?"

"Yes. Do you miss your mother?"

"Yes," his voice was even. "Do you feel uncomfortable explaining your relationship to others?"

"Yes," Annabeth let out. "Do you ever want to refuse him of anything?"

"Yes," Jason nodded in full agreement. "Do you think she knows what's best for you?"

"Yes. Do you have any good memories with him?" Annabeth leaned into the table further, the conversation increasingly heated by the moment.

"Yes. Do you think that people are completely right about her?"

"No," Annabeth answered. "Do you think of him as family?"

"Yes. Do you think her as family?" Jason threw the question back in her face.

"Yes. Do you wish you could forget him, now that he's off traveling?" Annabeth countered.

"No. Do you miss her now that you left?"

"Yes. Do you love him?"

"Yes. Are you afraid of her?"

"What?" Annabeth asked, breathless, interrupting their flow. She found herself absentmindedly scooting to the edge of her seat and leaning forward against the corner of the table. The silence wrapped them up warmly, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

His jaw was set, his eyes not quite meeting hers at first. "Are you afraid of her?" he asked again after a few moments, finally breaking the quiet. This time it sounded less like a question and rather a statement, as if he already knew the answer, as if he shared the same answer.

Annabeth's eyes darted down to the papers in front of her, her throat suddenly constricted and tight. "I think we should send her on a world tour," said the blonde instead, pointing to some numbers on the piece of paper. "It's been requested for long enough now."

Jason nodded, his gaze returning to the papers in front of him. But neither of them forgot the way she'd ignored the last question. It didn't matter because they both already knew the answer for both of them. It didn't matter because it wouldn't change anything. It didn't matter because Zeus and Athena had taught them both to never display weakness, though they had already spilled half of their life secrets to each other in a few mere minutes.

The answer, of course, was a resounding yes. Yes, they feared their parents, yes to all of the above. And yes, yes they feared voicing that answer, afraid that their final walls, thin from all the years of emotional impact, would crumble to the ground leaving the pair completely exposed and vulnerable.

"Me too," was all Jason said, his voice gentler than it had been before their little conversation. The implication of his words were not lost on Annabeth. 'Me too- I think we should send her on a world tour,' that's what anybody else would have thought at first. But Annabeth, she understood him and his implications better than most, especially after their short, intense, speed game of twenty questions. 'Me too- me too, Annabeth, I fear him too, you're not alone.' The two words brought her solace, the knots in her stomach temporarily loosening, if only for a moment.

Shaking herself out of her trance, Annabeth thought back to her best friend, choosing momentarily to forget her intense interaction with the blond superman. Piper- Piper had practically tackled both blonds in excitement when she'd learned that her boyfriend and best friend were working together. Annabeth smiled humorlessly, recalling the brunette's enthusiasm. The breath had been nearly knocked out of Annabeth, temporarily winding her. Annabeth shifted uncomfortably in the bed, remembering the look on her mother's face when she'd walked out of that room. Jason, Athena, Piper, Percy- their faces and voices rang in her head, mixing together in an overwhelming and almost nauseating combination.

"-Annabeth?"

Annabeth jerked next to Percy, looking to her right to stare directly into his squinting sea-green eyes. They shone with concern.

"It's two in the morning. Why are you up?" He turned in the bed to see her better.

She worried her bottom lip, her forehead creasing. "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm sorry."

Percy blinked. "You didn't wake me," he assured her. They both knew it was a lie, but neither said anything about it. Annabeth knew that in sleep too, Percy was extremely protective. She was not surprised that now he had detected her restlessness, even when conked out. One night she'd been having a particularly uncomfortable sleep, reminded by none other than her mother and her choices, that she'd tried to climb out of bed and perhaps get a glass of water instead of risking disturbing her boyfriend's good night sleep. His arm had wrapped tightly around her waist and she'd peered at his face, thinking he was awake. He was still breathing steadily, deep in slumber. Carefully, Annabeth had tried to pry his arm off, thinking it was just his usual cuddling, but no.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled, sleepily.

"I'm thirsty."

"No you're not." Even half-awake, his voice was so sure. Annabeth's shoulders sagged in defeat.

"Yes, I am," she insisted.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Let me go."

"Nightmares?" he denied her request.

"No," she lied, immediately flooded with guilt. He was always honest with her. Before she could amend her answer...

"It's okay," he promised, running his fingers through her hair, comfortingly.

"Percy, I'm thirsty," she dared protest, albeit weakly.

"It's okay," he repeated, his eyes shut, but his body providing her enough warmth. He protectively curled around her. "It's okay not to be strong all the time," said Percy, his voice barely a whisper.

"But-" she fell silent. "Percy?" Of course he could see through her walls, of course he knew better than she knew herself.

"Mhm?"

"Tell me a story," she requested. He paused, thinking. Finally, he obliged, softly telling her stories of Greek demigods and Gods, of heroes and villains. Of obvious good and evil. It was nice to believe for once that things were so simple, that bad people were inherently bad, that good people were wholly good. After what felt like hours, her eyes finally slid shut, heavy with exhaustion, thinking that life would be so much easier if Athena was completely bad, if Athena was the villain in the storybook and nothing else.

"Percy?" Annabeth felt a little lighter as she recalled his narrations of Ancient Greece and Athens.

"Yeah?"

She swallowed thickly. "I miss her." It felt heavy to admit, but she felt lighter immediately with the burden lifted from her shoulders. Not light enough to feel better- she suspected that wouldn't happen for a while- but light enough to snuggle closer into him.

Percy was quiet for a moment. "I know, Wise Girl," he breathed, stirring the stray hairs in front of her face. His words were simple, but comforting. Annabeth had found that Percy made life a lot easier with his simplicity, especially once she'd moved into his- no- their apartment.

"I don't want to though," she mumbled in a daze. He tenderly traced circles into her back, consoling her with actions. When words failed, actions spoke enough for the both of them. "Do you ever think it'll go away?"

He hesitated. "No."

She nodded, burying her face in his chest and breathing in the familiar scent of the salty sea.

"But it'll get easier," he promised.

"How do you know?" Annabeth felt childish and ridiculous, asking stupid questions for reassurance. Her embarrassment and hurt were still healed, however, when he answered:

"I just do."

"A bit banged up aren't you?" he skeptically scanned Percy, his steely grey eyes lingering on the black sling.

Percy bobbed his head awkwardly. Truthfully, he wasn't too excited to meet anybody important to Annabeth. It wasn't that he didn't want to become a bigger part of her life, but more so that he was so, so afraid that they wouldn't like him and it would all crumble in front of him. Annabeth was nothing if not loyal and if someone she loved said Percy wasn't good enough, who was to say they were wrong? Who knows, maybe Percy would have believed it as well.

"Well," Malcolm sat back in his chair, peering at Percy with something resembling a small smile- much to the green-eyed boy's relief. "Any friend of Annabeth's is a friend of mine," he declared. Percy had no doubt that Malcolm knew all about his and Annabeth's relationship; him and Annabeth were practically siblings, tied at the hip closer than any friendship- even best friends. They had known each other long enough anyways. Additionally, Percy had no doubt Malcolm knew how he had hurt her and vice versa through their journey together, and yet, here he sat in front of him, accepting Percy easily. Something inside Percy's stomach loosened and he felt an irrational need to cry. Thank god for Malcolm, thank god that someone was taking it easy on him, thank god that Annabeth's "brother" didn't completely hate him.

"Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?" Percy joked, trying his best to contribute to the conversation. Annabeth had so conveniently left them alone, conjuring up some lame excuse about Piper and running off to god knows where. Percy had accepted that she wasn't coming back anytime soon and he had definitely put together the fact that she'd done this on purpose. He swallowed hard, praying that Malcolm had a sense of humor.

"No," said Malcolm, "If you hurt Annabeth she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons." The corner of his mouth lifted up in amusement and Percy felt himself relax. Perhaps this wouldn't be as bad as he'd initially anticipated.

"Of course," Percy agreed, shooting a wry grin at the older man. Malcolm tucked his golden curls behind his ear, pursing his lips. It was uncanny, their resemblance. They both shared the trademark blond locks and scary silver eyes, sharp like blades. Apart from physical similarities, they both carried themselves with a sense of importance- though Malcolm seemed more calm and warm- and Malcolm too was finely dressed. "Are you sure you guys are related?" the raven-haired boy inquired, pushing his locks out of his eyes. He needed a haircut- Annabeth had teasingly berated him about it herself.

"Positive," Malcolm assured him, bemused. A muscle in his cheek twitched. "But most people think we truly are related," he explained to Percy, "what with our similar characteristics. Ergo, you are not the first to be mistaken."

"Weird," Percy murmured, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"Look," Malcolm interrupted, sensing Percy's uneasiness. "Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?"

"That was terrible," Percy interrupted.

"Excuse me?" Malcolm frowned in confusion.

"Let's cut to the chase," Percy concealed his amusement. However, much to Percy's surprise, a slow smile spread across Malcolm's face.

"Unintentional," he held his hands palms-up in surrender, grinning from ear to ear.

Percy chuckled good-naturedly, gesturing for him to continue.

"I know all about your relationship, as I'm sure you've deducted already," Malcolm admitted, tilting his head to the side to look at Percy. His gaze was not scrutinizing, not like Annabeth's had been when they'd first met. Percy found himself releasing an involuntary breath of nervousness. "I know you both made your fair share of mistakes, but I know you make her happy," Malcolm said all in one breath. "And that's all that's ever mattered to me. Her happiness," he clarified. That we both have in common, Percy mentally acknowledged. "You've both been through a lot and carry your own baggage, we all know that. I don't weigh down on you guys and so I hope you two learn to share the weight before it crushes both of you," Malcolm stated, quite bluntly.

"I'm sure we'll see much of each other in the future and hopefully, we shall be well acquainted." Malcolm offered a small comforting smile, one Percy was grateful for. Malcolm was much more easygoing that the blonde beauty, that was for sure. "I'm sure you're a good guy and I also know that Annabeth isn't all rainbows and smiles either- she messes up and is the furthest thing from a Saint. Neither her or you require my blessing, not for anything, but I just want you to know you both have my full support. I think," Malcolm paused at last, biting the inside of his cheek thoughtfully.

"I think that you will teach each other a lot and though it won't always be easy, it will be well worth it," he concluded.

Percy was quiet for a moment. "Thank you," he whispered, daring to meet Malcolm's eyes. He gazed down at Percy kindly, and he nodded curtly, standing up and pushing his chair back. Percy followed in suit, relying on Malcolm to take the ropes of the awkward, strangely formal interaction. Malcolm outstretched his hand, fixing the collar of his shirt first.

Percy obliged, shaking his hand firmly. "It was nice to meet you, Malcolm," he acknowledged.

"Likewise, Percy," Malcolm dipped his head politely, slipping his hands in his pockets as he turned and walked the other way, effectively leaving Percy alone with his own thoughts.

Annabeth, he thought, would be pleased to discover that neither Malcolm nor Percy had killed each other in less than an hour. Not that Percy expected such behavior from Malcolm; from what he'd seen, Annabeth's friend was a perfect gentleman. (And not that Percy would ever initiate any sort of fight- he tended to end more of them). Encouraged, Percy turned to walk the other way, an involuntary, yet blissful expression overtaking his face. Malcolm wasn't so bad. Percy made a mental note to later tease Annabeth about her "brother" and his excellent manners, a sharp contrast to her haughty attitude. She was sure to pelt him with another ridiculous throw pillow, but Percy couldn't find it in himself to care very much. In fact, in a strange way, he was looking forward to it. He suspected that if there was a surprisingly fun blonde at their home at the end of each day, he would have few things to ever complain about.

Reveling in the gentle caress of the wind and imagining it was Annabeth's fingers running through his hair, Percy walked to his and Annabeth's apartment, a newfound spring in his step.

"Five bucks that Nico's blushing because he's got a schoolboy crush."

Thalia grinned at Percy. "No deal."

"Afraid to lose?" Percy taunted, grinning in return.

The dark-haired girl barked out a laugh. "Hell no," her eyes sparkled. "I just agree with your prediction," she smirked, making Percy laugh. "I'm giving it… maybe a month or two before they're together." They both gazed at their small friend, his olive skin and dark clothes a stark contrast to the blond, sunny boy next to him. His shirt read You'll always have a place in my right ventricle with a picture of a medical heart. Percy glanced at Thalia, but she wasn't looking at him, instead smiling fondly at Nico. Percy quickly looked away before she beat him up for seeing her true emotions; she was a good friend, no matter how she tried to hide it. Percy concealed his own smile, standing up and leaving her to converse with her dear little brother when he saw Jason approaching them both. Jason nodded at him, his mouth turning up at the corner- a gesture Percy appreciated and reciprocated.

Despite Percy's natural charisma, he wasn't usually one for social settings- ironic for a big superstar. But here, surrounded by all his friends for his birthday, he found that didn't feel as out of place. He had never been one to make a big deal of his birthday either (it had never felt the same without Sally and in a weird way, he almost found himself despising it), but this felt so right. He friends knew him enough to just wish him Happy Birthday once in the day and then continue on with normal conversation. They didn't hover over him either, chatting with the other guests and leaving him be. It was a small pattern, but it only made Percy cherish them all the more. They really did know him.

Annabeth had already turned 24 on July 12th, but today, August 18th, Percy would join her, completing 24 full years. It had been one hell of a ride, that was for sure. Naturally, Annabeth had been the one to plan the whole party. How that woman juggled so much, Percy figured he would never know. She too had known him enough not to throw a surprise party, instead running it by him first. He'd crushed her with a big hug, he remembered.

Additionally, Thalia and Nico had so far played surprisingly nice with Annabeth. You know, besides that one threat.

"Nobody's allowed to hurt this asshole but me," Thalia had said, punching Percy lightly, playfully on the shoulder. Percy, embarrassed, had hissed at her to shut up, though he knew that she and Nico were simply especially protective of him after Gabe. She was like a big sister to him, in many ways. Percy suspected they both were slowly warming up to Annabeth, something that warmed Percy to the bone. Maybe once they'd seen how much thought she had put into his birthday, they'd realized how much she loved him.

Rachel was there too, her frizzy curls only frizzed up more once ruffled by Thalia, who affectionately always referred to the redheaded girl as Carrot Top. Annabeth truly had thought of everyone. Speaking of the devils, Percy glanced across the room where the two young women were deep in conversation, Rachel's face animated and Annabeth's uncharacteristically happy as well. It made him feel fuzzy inside.

Turning to look the other way, Percy spotted Leo and Calypso. Calypso had asked him if he still hated Valentine's Day when she'd first arrived, successfully making him laugh. They seemed happy together, only making Percy share their contentedness.

Despite being the birthday boy, Percy spoke with no one, not at the moment, instead soaking in everyone else's happiness and quietly sitting on the couch, affectionately observing his friends.

"Mind if I join you?"

Percy glanced back to see the familiar brunette, her kaleidoscope eyes shining, and her glossy hair falling in her face all pretty and perfect. It had started with Piper and he supposed it was only natural that it ended with her. She had been the one to really push him and Annabeth together, even if it had been her awkward shipping when they had still "detested" each other. Percy gestured to the open seat next to him. She sunk down in the cushions next to him, apparently already accustomed to Annabeth's strange decorative pillows.

"Happy Birthday," she told him, a lopsided beam playing on her face. Percy had decided he'd liked her ever since she'd loudly expressed her feelings regarding Percy's appearance in front of Annabeth, no less. Over time, however, Percy had finally become less of an untouchable figure in Piper's mind, and she'd began to view him as a regular human being- much to his relief. As time had passed, Percy had found that they had a lot more in common than he'd initially thought. They both had beautiful singing voices, she too enjoyed messing with their favorite stern blonde, they both loved Annabeth a whole lot, she also liked Led Zeppelin (which they'd both practically screamed in the car, much to Annabeth's fake annoyance). She was fun, lighthearted like Percy had expected.

"Thanks, Pipes," Percy dutifully nodded.

"You're getting old, my dude," she joked, causing Percy to grin.

"You just turned 22 on June 3rd," he pointed out, trying and failing to defend himself.

"Yeah, but I don't show it," Piper dramatically flicked her hair out of her eyes, posing like a diva. Percy snorted.

"Are you telling me I look old?" he accused her, feigning hurt.

Her painted lips spread slowly and she giggled, a bubbly, happy sound, a sound that was unmistakably and unapologetically Piper. "Of course not," she shrugged innocently despite the devious smirk on her face.

Percy casually bumped shoulders with her, making her temporarily lose balance.

"Percy!" she shrieked, laughing anyways.

"Oops," he laughed.

She rolled her eyes, good-naturedly. "I'd better go and the greet the host," said Piper, standing up. "I'll talk to you later, captain," she announced, ever the quirky one. Percy suppressed a smile.

"Of course, ma'am," he dipped his head like a chivalrous knight in shining silver armor. She winked in response, making her way towards Annabeth, who was currently joined with Malcolm and Rachel both. He watched her go, a smile still adorning his face. He felt, in some ways, Piper understood him like no other. He loved her too, he decided, he loved Piper in her own way.

"Cake!" Annabeth's voice cut through the chaos. She berated Leo, who was practically hovering over the sugar- like he needed any more in his system. Percy looked up in interest; cake was always of interest to him, regardless of whose birthday it was.

It was chocolate, his favorite, coated in bright blue frosting, topped with sparkly cerulean candles and edible gold dolphins, starfish, seahorses, and clams- complete with gold pearls. It was very Annabeth, if he was being entirely honest, very perfect and put together. Percy immediately adored it, knowing she had picked out everything about it.

"Do you like it?" Annabeth's tone was unsure, hopeful. She bit her lip, looking down at him. All the guests had surrounded in a circle around him, the orange of the flames lighting up his face.

"I love it," Percy fiercely proclaimed, his voice involuntarily cracking with emotion. Sally had always gotten him blue candles, just like these. In fact… Percy squinted at the candles, he was fairly certain these were the exact same brand. They were cheap candles, almost out of place on such an extravagantly decorated top of the cake. Meeting Annabeth's gaze, he understood immediately: she'd picked them on purpose. "I love it," he repeated, unable to tear his eyes away.

Somehow, he thought her radiant smile was brighter than all of the candles combined.

Most all of the guests had left by now, only Jason and Thalia remaining. The four of them were splayed out on the couch, sipping on some sparkling juice (Annabeth had made sure not get wine, which only made more emotions surge through Percy).

"I have something to tell you," Thalia openly admitted then, breaking the silence. She turned to Annabeth. "And you," she glanced at Jason. Jason's eyebrows furrowed together, sharing a confused look with Annabeth. Percy sat up in his seat, immediately on alert.

"Are you sure?" Percy voiced, tilting his head at Thalia. They'd had such a nice evening; what if Annabeth and Jason did not take the news kindly? Thalia bobbed her head in determination.

"I should've told you both this a long time," she sighed, taking a big chug of the juice. Percy supposed she was just used to using liquid courage that she did so out of habit. After all, everyone knew that sparkling juice contained no alcohol. Jason set his glass down and Annabeth cupped it, holding it close to her lap, both of them giving Thalia their undivided attention.

Carefully, Thalia revealed the information. Cautiously, she told them about Zeus and Athena, about blood, about feuds. Percy noted that she did leave details out, sparing Annabeth of her less-than-stellar opinion of Athena and saving Jason from hearing too much about their father. The raven-haired boy had no doubt that Annabeth felt betrayed by Athena, especially in light of recent events. Percy's hand slid on its own accord so that it was only mere inches away from Thalia's hand in case she needed him. This was hard for her too, Percy never forgot. When all was said and done, Jason and Annabeth were both deadly silent. Finally, Annabeth broke the silence.

"So, so I'm related to you?" her voice was small. Percy reached out and took her hand. "And you too?" she turned to glance at Jason. Jason was just as shocked as she was.

Thalia reluctantly nodded. The blonde's lips curved up in amusement and Percy feared she was going to lose it, but no, he must have faith in her. Annabeth grinned, confusing Thalia as much as it did Percy.

"So you're saying that I'm technically a bloodline relative for Thunderworks as well?" the blonde inquired.

Jason immediately understood, the corner of his mouth curling up as well. They both co-owned the business, but in the end, they'd been family after all, just like Thunderworks and Stone Records had always been intended to be. They were family businesses, they were only ever supposed to go to the children of the owners, though Percy suspected that Jason and Annabeth would break that foolish tradition as well (they were much too progressive for that sort of thinking). He shared a knowing smile with Annabeth, one that made Percy think he had perhaps missed something. Their bond seemed to run deeper than Percy remembered. Nonetheless, he was happy for them, and more so, relieved that neither of them seemed angry. Thalia slumped back in her seat. She seemed to share his sentiment exactly.

"Athena's my half aunt," Jason breathed, the realization seemingly only just beginning to click with him. "And you- you're my half cousin," he nodded at Annabeth.

"Zeus is my half uncle," Annabeth confirmed, though she seemed unsure herself. Logically, she knew the truth now, but Percy understood it would take time for the both of them, as all things worth it in the end did.

Annabeth childishly swung their hands in between them, but Percy didn't mind all that much. He'd never done this before, never relaxed and strolled through Central Park. He'd never been allowed the privilege of living his life without worry, not even as a child, forever plagued by the harsh realities of the world. It was a strange experience, but one he found himself welcoming with wide open arms.

Percy reached down, bringing her hand up and kissing her knuckles casually, fondly. It had been about eight and a half weeks after he'd broken his arm, and he'd forgotten how it felt to be free for so long. Only just adjusting to the new change, Percy had recently gotten his sling off about a week and a half ago. His arm had healed along, along with his soul, he couldn't help but think. As they wandered through the natural beauty of Central Park, Percy momentarily allowed his mind to wander, entirely comfortable in the presence of the girl he loved.

Glancing down at Annabeth next to him, Percy pursed his lips. He could still distinctly remember the day he'd first come face to face with Annabeth's striking grey eyes, piercing and intense, eyes that could melt metal. He could still remember the electricity crackling between them as the elevator slid shut in between them. He could recall the way she'd shrugged off his importance, swooping in and quickly taking the last spot in the elevator before he could even offer it to her. He could remember the comical way in which her jaw had dropped when she'd realized her mistake, understanding that Percy himself was to be the new artist. They had come a long way since then. Silently, Percy squeezed her hand in his.

"Hey, Wise Girl?"

"Mhm?" she glanced up at him, her expression soft.

"Do you think angels have wings?" he suddenly inquired.

Annabeth looked at him strangely, but answered nonetheless. She always answered, no matter how stupid the question. It was part of the reason they were such a perfect pair; Percy had too many questions for Google itself and Annabeth had more answers than anyone else could bear to listen to. "I'm not sure angels are even real, Perce. Nobody can really know," she shrugged her small shoulders.

Percy nodded slowly, thinking back to all the times unexplainable things had happened to him, whether good or bad. He wasn't sure he believed in guardian angels either, but he felt that in some way, he owed somebody some sort of thanks. Somehow, life always had a funny way of working itself out. Perhaps someone, someones even, did look out for him. But that didn't mean that those people had to necessarily be dressed in white gowns with golden halos glowing above the crowns of their heads, playing the harp in the heavens above. Perhaps one found guardian angels on a day-to-day basis. Perhaps one found solace and protection in loved ones, in those they put their hope in.

He affectionately recalled Sally making him blue chocolate chip cookies, the mouthwatering scent wafting out to the small living room, and Annabeth consoling him as he sniveled pathetically over a vase of blue hydrangeas, and Thalia bandaging a particularly nasty gash on his arm, not asking questions even they both knew it was an injury that could not have come from any normal activities, and Nico saving his ass after he recklessly insulted some bikers, the younger Italian boy's quick wit making sure that Percy got out of the sticky situation untouched and unharmed. These were his friends and family, these were his loved ones for better or for worse. They were forever bound together, for all of eternity, and Percy suspected the list would only grow longer with time, as he realized who his true friends were and had always been. Jason, Piper, Calypso, Leo, Malcolm, Rachel, Will, and more. Who knew what was to come?

Whoever said that God was the only one deserving of faith? Whoever said that Percy could not put his trust in the people closest to him?

"I think," Percy began cautiously, "not all angels need wings to fly- some walk with us." Annabeth was silent, contemplating his words for some time. They fell into a comfortable silence, their sweaty fingers interlocked.

It was hot out, despite the dark of night, and Percy knew with certainty that summer was rapidly reaching its peak. And afterwards, the leaves would begin to fall, turning vibrant hues of autumn, and then the snow would bury them in its iciness, but Percy would not allow his heart to be frozen alongside the shift of the seasons. His heart had already frozen and thawed in many painful cycles plenty of times. Another 365 days would have to pass before he could stand here at the same time with the same beautiful girl all over again. Her hand in his felt like a promise, an unspoken promise of the future, whatever was to come, be it good or bad, that they were in this together till the very end. It was a promise of many, many more years to come, of more summers like this one, of more arguments and laughter, of more love. And after enough years had passed, Percy would be buried under the earth, once again reunited with Sally and returned to the Earth, returned to all those who had left him through the years. But for once, the thought was not frightening. Quite the opposite, in fact. He had barely scratched the surface. Percy had many more years to live and though he'd never been an optimist, he could see the light in front of him, he could feel hopeful for a better future, for one with her, with Annabeth Chase, with all his friends, with this new faith he'd found in the people he loved.

Out here, out in the fresh air, Percy felt closest to them. Not to the angels who may or may not exist, not to God, whose existence Percy was also unsure about, but to his mother, to Sally Jackson. He felt Sally's loving embrace in the occasional cool breezes that unstuck his hair previously plastered with sweat to his forehead, providing temporary relief from the humidity. He felt her kiss as the tree leaves rustled in the dark, new plants sprouting all over, flower buds biding their time to burst open in a spectacular display of colors and shapes. He felt her warm smile when, during the day, the sun beat down on him, warming him to the bone. And he saw her twinkling blue eyes in the stars, bright against the dark canvas of the nighttime.

Percy wasn't sure if he'd imagined it, but above them, he could've sworn the stars winked down at him. For once, he didn't question it, instead smiling down at the green grass underneath him and pulling Annabeth close to his side despite her laughter and protests of the heat.

Not all angels fly above.

A/N: I'm not really the sentimental type, so I'm not going to sob all over you guys lol, but it's definitely been one hell of a ride. It's almost been a year and a half, so hopefully my writing has gotten better with each chapter: I know that whenever I skim through the first chapters, I always cringe a little haha. I have no doubt that in a couple years, even seeing this story will be completely unbearable for me ;)

It's so strange that it's over. I have gotten so much support for this story and I want to thank each and every one of you who stayed by my side through it all, despite my shitty updating schedule. It means a lot to me, you have no idea. Thank you to everyone who followed, favorited, reviewed, or PMed me for this story. They're just numbers, but I cherish it all the same. I didn't really expect much from this story, but to see it blow up like it did, it was wild. I hope you guys liked the ending. I tried not to make it too corny and I always love when the title name connects to the end of a story; it just gives it a really nice, rounded feeling, ya know? But I was super nervous to post this chapter because I didn't want it to be a sloppy finish. I hope it lived up to expectations.

I don't usually like plugging my writing (it feels strange, when I could plug other, better authors instead :P), but if you guys enjoyed my writing, I'll continue to release one shots like I always do, and I plan to release another big, multi-chapter story soon. It's going to be a Royal AU and I'm ecstatic, I must say. I'm pretty sure the poll is still up on my profile, if you still want to vote (though it won't really affect anything since I've already started writing the next story, but it might be nice for you to check it out so you kinda have a synopsis for the story). I'll probably take it down as soon as I release the first chapter though.

Also, I don't know how many of you are part of other fandoms I'm in (and I'm in a lot haha), but I may be releasing one shots for other fandoms as well in the near future. So keep your eyes peeled just in case I release something from another one of your fav universes.

Finally, I'd just like to thank you all for going on this journey with me and I really hope you loved it as much as I did. As always, stay safe. :)

Fangirl Shrieks xx

loudlilylaughter11, RoyalFox89, Percabeth824, Mitsuha Miyamizi: Even though there's not much I can say for your reviews since there's nothing big to address, I still wanted to acknowledge you guys b/c- A) this is the last chapter and my last chance to thank you and B) you guys have diligently reviewed almost every chapter and I love you for it. Thank you for the constant stream of encouragement and thank you for sticking with me and my frustrating self until the very end; I hope it lived up to your expectations. :)

Warm regards,

Fangirl Shrieks xxx

Reader: Yes to all of the above! I do think he must refrain from everyone's darker thoughts purely because of his demographic, but yes, exactly! I frickin' love you XP Separation anxiety and PTSD are both a big yes to me and I completely agree with your entire sentiment (your Tartarus example was perfect). Thanks for making me feel less crazy lol :P

Yes, I'm so glad that worked! Because I obvi always know what's going to happen, I couldn't exactly surprise myself with Percy and Annabeth's choices, so I couldn't tell if I was properly making that scene unclear. I purposefully wanted to keep you guys guessing who was saying what in that one scene, who was quitting, and who Athena was calling, at least until Percabeth had their own interaction regarding the decisions they'd made. Cue my awkward methods of not disclosing genders XD "the body of a human being with its blueish-greenish-greyish eyes, sitting in front of Athena, who identified as neither a he nor her, smiled, pushing their darkish-blondish-blackish hair out of their face…"

Thank you; I always thought it was very important in the Percabeth relationship for Annabeth to make her own choices and control her own life. It would feel very OOC to me if Percy just magically saved her from Athena's manipulative ways. He's always given her space to grow, instead standing on the sidelines to support whatever decision she makes.

Thank you for reviewing, thank you for talking with me and writing long reviews that make me smile when I read them, thank you for boosting my self-esteem XD, and thank you for giving this story a chance. I hope the ending was satisfactory. :)

Best wishes,

Fangirl Shrieks xx

aaquater: True XD No, you're right: Athena doesn't care for either girl's feelings, it's just a big publicity stunt to her. I suppose Athena just doesn't want her daughter to be involved with anyone because she's always preached putting the career before above anything else (even at the expense of sanity and mental/physical health, as we often see with Annabeth). If Annabeth's off fooling around with Percy, she's not at Athena's beck and call, so naturally, Athena would want to squash this behavior. Not to mention, Drew's a big celebrity, so it's more tactful when regarding fans and all that fame. (Omfg I never even thought of that! You're brilliant haha)

I totally agree. I remember that as I was writing this story, I wanted to add another layer to Athena, maybe display how she can sometimes be motherly to Annabeth, almost as if all her cruel behavior is just her genuinely thinking she's doing what's best for Annabeth. (It then raises the question: Is someone truly evil if they think what they're doing is right? And for that reason, is anyone really evil?) However, I was very hesitant to tell anything through her POV. Often I feel that you guys can comprehend the different layers of seemingly "bad" characters once you hear their thoughts. It never justifies their actions, obviously (think Luke), but it gives you something new to contemplate. However, because Athena is well, technically, a Greek goddess, idk. I just felt weird trying to portray her mind, like it almost wasn't my place to talk about her view. Perhaps if I had the guts to demonstrate her POV, she wouldn't be so openly villainous, but I fully agree that, based off the plain way I've characterized, she might as well be Tremaine.

I think that's going to be the thing that takes Annabeth the longest to learn. Her deeply-rooted fear/longing for family is something that will stay with her forever, long after she's broken free of her mother's grasp. I know in this chapter, though it was the last, I didn't show Annabeth's full recovery of her mother's manipulative methods. I did this on purpose. I just strongly feel that it will take Annabeth a very long time to completely move on and it would be highly unrealistic to have her completely healed by the end of this chapter. It will take her years, I suspect, and on her rougher days, I'm sure the memory will forever resurface even if only briefly. I know I also said that Athena let her go as well, disowning-but not really-disowning her. Perhaps one day they will forgive each other and they will talk again, Annabeth loving her mother without being her personal punching bag like you said, or perhaps they'll just grow apart and forever have a slightly bitter relationship- like Jason and Zeus. I suppose we'll never really know since this is the end. Just something to think about, I guess.

Finally, I'd like to thank you. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you're my oldest and most regular reviewer for this story. You're the real MVP haha. I know I always looked forward to your reviews every single time I posted a chapter and without fail, I would have within a couple hours, making me ridiculously happy. Thank you for not being afraid to voice your judgement; your criticism and compliments made me a better writer and I hope you agree with me when I say that my chapters have improved over the past year and a half of writing this story. Part of that is, without a doubt, because of your feedback.

Your opinion means the world to me, truly, and it was fun trading messages back and forth with you- one of the highlights of my day every time I posted new work. Thanks for sticking with this story, no matter how frustrating and ludicrous my chapters/update schedule got. Thank you for calling me out on my mistakes XD, something that always made me grin like a lunatic at my phone. (I'm pretty sure I've gotten strange stares from people in public because of this :P) You have a strange way of encouraging people, but oddly, it worked with me haha. Someone once told me that detailed reviews like yours let me know where I'm at, and therefore make this journey as enjoyable as possible- for you, the readers- but most importantly for me, because if I don't feel happy writing, nothing else matters ;) Your reviews have made a very happy writer indeed.

I hope you enjoyed the conclusion to Angels Fly Above and above all, I want to wish you happy reading in the future, whether it be with my future stories or anyone else's. I hope other FF authors cherish your diligent/thorough reviewing and don't take your faith in them for granted. After all, good authors make great stories, but great fans make the best authors. :)

Much love,

Fangirl Shrieks xx