Hey guys! It's been a while, hasn't it? Just wanted to post yet another product of my ever-thinking mind for all of you to criticize. I honestly don't know where this one is going so feedback is very much accepted. Hope you like this:)

Quick update on my life: Recently graduated from high school! Still can't let go of Percy even with BoO out for such a long time already.

Warning: Severe Percabeth fluff, the tiniest hint of lemon (just one sentence, don't sue me!) and weird immortal ships. (Slight OOC for dear Aphrodite)

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HoO.

Annabeth Chase honestly felt victimized by the situation.

She wouldn't have felt that way if the gods decided to leave her and her beloved boyfriend alone after constantly bothering them the past decade. She was twenty-three now, for goodness sake. She needed more freedom from her immortal relatives.

It also didn't help that she was so suddenly pulled away from such an amazing life. Percy had been recognized for his swimming prowess and ended up as the United States' Olympian gold medalist, as well as the most famous marine biologist of the century. She, on the other hand, finally fulfilled her dream of being the head architect of a stupidly successful construction firm after properly working in it after a few months.

To say that people envied her would be an understatement. She was young. She was successful. She was beautiful beyond comprehension with a brain that can rival all modern day scientists. And despite that, she still remained to be a good-hearted individual. It really did surprise her because, as a demigod, she never really expected to be given such an amazing life after the war. She was more than sure that her uncles, aunts, and cousins might have just killed her off after they were done with her. But here she was, hopelessly in love with her fiancé and her career.

Percy Jackson remained impossibly perfect throughout the entire shift. He was in the National Training Pool at the age of seventeen and excelled much quicker than any of them could have imagined. It also helped that he belongs in the water. Right after the Olympics, he decided to train at home instead of going through ridiculous sessions he didn't need, just so that he would remain close to his Wise Girl. At twenty-one, he took on Marine biology and helped the mortals discover further the deepest parts of the ocean.

Percy was definitely the most desired man in the planet. He was much more intelligent than he was in the past, a little less impulsive, a little less clumsy. His confidence boosted drastically but not to the point where he was full of himself. He still remained to be that chivalrous hero who would risk his life for the sake of the innocent. He remained humble and down-to-earth, kind and open-minded, friendly and childlike. He was still laid-back, still loved to joke around and play stupid games. Only now, he was more mature.

So yeah, Annabeth's life was perfect. She had everything she could possibly want in life and everything she only dreamed to have. The gods had finally done them right.

Wrong.

Annabeth Chase woke up in her large king-sized bed like she usually does, wrapped up in Percy Jackson's arms as he slept peacefully beside her. The morning was beautiful, almost like a dream. It was customary for her to wake up hours before he did but she always ends up cuddling into his warmth and sleep until they both reach consciousness at the same time. This wasn't any different.

She was rather exhausted to say the least. The passionate night of lovemaking left her dazed and unaware. It was Percy's birthday yesterday, as well as their seventh anniversary so it was only natural for them to celebrate. Oh, the sensations he made her feel… just the idea of it sent shivers up her spine. His bare skin against hers, his scent clouding any logical thought she had, the sounds that escaped his velvet lips. She knew that she wouldn't last a day without him, not because she was incapable but because she was so used to his presence that she would die of separation anxiety before she could do anything. That's why they go to business trips together.

It was already eight in the morning, Wednesday. Both of them work from the house anyways so they dictate the time they start their day. Plus, for some reason, Percy after sex was much harder to detach from than any other physical state. She was a logical thinker, yes, but logic can take you only so far and she just chose to throw caution out the window and succumb to the irresistible temptation that is Percy Jackson.

She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't realize that he had woken up, watching her with an amused smirk plastered on his perfectly-proportionate features. She should be used to this by now, especially since she was sitting front-row in the intriguing show that was Percy's puberty but it still made her gasp at how godlike he was in his perfection. She was actually glad for the scars that littered his body. It made him look more human than immortal.

"Good morning, Ms. Jackson." He greeted teasingly, nuzzling his face against the soft skin of her neck. "How was your sleep?"

"I'm not Ms. Jackson yet, Seaweed Brain." She replied with a chuckle, "But I did have a wonderful dream last night, about you and me inside that tool shed back in Camp…" She trailed off, watching his expression darken with lust at the memory. "How foolish we were back then."

He smashed his lips against hers roughly, their tongues colliding in a heated give-and-take they were more than familiar with. His hands started seeking for anything to hold, her grip tightened around the sheets to keep her grounded. He was still so gentle with her when he entered, cooing loving words into her ear until he was buried to the hilt. She would praise him for his ministrations, scream his name, keep him completely at her mercy. He would take her over and over and over again until he couldn't anymore.

After their activity, they separated ways to their own offices inside their home. More times than not, they would visit each other and cause as much distractions as possible. Annabeth was tasked to design a mansion for some famous celebrity and she really couldn't be bothered by it. Of course, she wasn't going to procrastinate anything but she wasn't against doing something else. Plus, said client had been shamelessly flirting with Percy that it was starting to get into Annabeth's nerves.

"You know, you could always say no." He had just finished with his daily workload and decided to keep his beloved company. As of the moment, he was massaging the tension out of her shoulders as she fussed over the design currently being drafted in a separate sheet of paper.

"But I already agreed to it. I can't just back out. What will they think of me? I'm not unreliable, Seaweed Brain." She huffed indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You know that's not what I meant. If you're not comfortable with the job you're doing, you could always pass it on to someone who would happily take it. Annabeth, remember you're doing this because you love it. Not because you have a reputation to uphold." He placed a small kiss on her cheek to calm her down. She was getting rather anxious with this build. It wasn't particularly difficult. She designed much harder things than that. It was just that she hated her client with a passion and didn't want to see her face at all. That's a totally legitimate explanation and everything.

"I'll start making lunch. What do you want?" He was absentmindedly braiding her hair as he waited for an answer. Annabeth intentionally prolonged her response just so that she could feel the pleasurable sensation of Percy's soft tugs and light brushes.

After a few minutes, she finally decided not to keep her fiancé waiting any longer. "How about some pasta? It's been a while since we've had Italian."

"And what kind shall that be, love?"

She smiled at him, feeling most of her stress being lifted from her shoulders. "Surprise me."

It was during lunch when the doorbell rang. For some reason, the demigod couple felt apprehensive as Percy stood to open the door. They lived in an isolated area quite near Montauk Beach. They rarely had visitors and, if ever they did have, it would be their friends who didn't even bother asking for permission to enter. There was more than enough times when Piper McLean or Leo Valdez walked in on them in the process of undressing. But that's a story for another time.

Honestly, Percy would rather face a monster than the person in front of him.

Aphrodite, goddess of love, lust and beauty was standing there, looking rather agitated despite the alluring smile on her lips. She greeted the son of Poseidon with a kiss on the cheek before inviting herself into his home. Instead of taking a seat, though, she started pacing across the hallway, her heels clicking against the wooden floorboards and echoing throughout the entire house.

"What's the problem, Aphrodite?" Annabeth sighed in exasperation. She knew that this day was too good to be true. The Fates wouldn't allow her to have such a nice life without ruining it at some point.

"Chaos in Olympus. We have absolutely no idea what to do. Zeus… he fainted from the news. Zeus FAINTED. Everyone's in a panic…." The goddess started hyperventilating before she could finish her story. Percy directed her to a seat and gave her a glass of water.

"Wait, so where's my mom to talk sense into the Olympians?" Annabeth asked in confusion, feeling the slightest bit of worry stirring in her stomach.

The immortal looked at the demigoddess with an expression that rivaled Medusa's. "Your mother is the cause of all this. Athena and Poseidon are… getting married."

Love the turn of events. I'm accepting any possible plot bridges from here. My mind is blank. Help please! (*begging on my knees*)

But I honestly love you guys a lot. You've pulled me through some rough times:) Keep the fandom going!