"I'm a government worker and I had to seduce you for a case but I'm starting to like you legitimately AU." Or: Annabeth has been sent to investigate Jupiter Industries. She becomes Percy's girlfriend to do it.

Jason gets one request, for a temple made of stars.

Clarke starts to wonder just how much taking care of these teenagers feels like parenthood.

It's Annabeth's birthday. Everyone celebrates.

Percy tags along with Annabeth on a visit to San Francisco. After the war, after Tartarus, interacting with her family is mildly surprising and weirdly grounding.

Annabeth doesn't know how to drive. Percy does. It's not often he's the one giving lessons.

Percy's always been angry. Tartarus just made it harder to hold back.

There is a small list of people whom Death finds fascinating. Hazel Levesque is one of them. He carries them all at least once, but oh so rarely does he carry them twice.

Theirs is a story that might one day be in the stars, too. Though right now Annabeth is just trying to get Percy to remember the stories already up there.

Annabeth makes a pitstop in San Francisco. The reaction from the family she once fled is unexpected. Post-Tartarus.

It's not just Sally who's waited for a son to come home.

Honestly, there are a lot of things taking up residence in the New York City subway system. Monsters are just surprisingly lower in numbers than rats, but as usual, fond of interrupting dates.

Sneaking in and out of Annabeth's dorm is always an interesting and challenging experience, for all parties involved. Especially with nuns.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare storms into Percy's life at just the right moment. For him, at least, as he clings to his mortal side, leaving Annabeth alone with her thoughts on the demigod side. And okay, maybe she's avoiding him, too, but mostly she's just tired of losing people. Set somewhere vague in that time period between Battle of the Labyrinth and the Last Olympian.

Annabeth is only five years old, but even she knows it's neither fun nor easy to celebrate mother's day without a mother. Stepmothers don't count.

Learning how to kiss is it's own kind of homework. Probably best done away from the company of parents.