percy jackson · annabeth chase · percabeth · parenting · strict mother · lenient father · demigod · family dynamics · discipline · pjo
The afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes floating in the air. The note trembles in Annabeth's hand as she reads aloud, her grey eyes fixed on the paper. Percy leans against the counter, arms crossed, the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth. The scent of salt and old parchment clings to the room. Annabeth sets the letter down with a sharp snap. 'You're grounded,' she says flatly, while Percy plucks it up, scanning it once. 'Well, did you win?' he asks, muffling a grin. Her death stare is immediate. They both turn to you now, waiting.