so i read this ask that got sent to ashlee (@bananannabeth), and i’m feeling kinda salty about fandoms, and i miss writing pjo fic, and, yeah. though it didn’t turn out as grover-centric as i wanted.
also, i threw canon out of the window for this fic. like, please disregard boo completely.
a short summary: Percy goes home.
Home.
Percy dreams of it most days, now that they’re so close - well, the days he doesn’t wake sweat-soaked and stumbling out of bed from nightmares, anyway. In his dreams, he can see the rows of mismatched cabins, can smell the summer-sweet strawberries, can dig his toes into the warm sand, water lapping at his feet, and finally, finally breathe.
The echoes of war still hang around him, hiding in his shadows so he’ll never be able to leave them behind, but the thought of Camp Half-Blood makes his chest a little lighter.
“Percy?”
He doesn’t have to turn to know who it is. Annabeth comes to stand next to him, her footsteps quiet but her presence loud.
They don’t say anything for a while; instead, he takes her hand in his and reminds himself that she’s here, that they’re together.