Percy Jackson

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Rating: General Audiences

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Category: F/F
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
Relationship: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson
Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Original Characters
Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Canon Related, Canon Relationships, Canon Het
Relationship, But I Made Them Gay, Mentioned Nico di Angelo,
Mentioned Will Solace, Trans Character, Trans Female Character, Trans
Percy Jackson, Trans Female Percy Jackson, Post-Canon, Coming Out,
Acceptance, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson Fluff, Annabeth
Chase/Percy Jackson-centric, POV Percy Jackson, POV Third Person
Limited, Good Significant Other Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson),
Therapy, Healthy Relationships, Established Relationship
Language: English
Series: Part 10 of 2025 Pride Month
Stats: Published: 2025-07-23 Words: 1,387 Chapters: 1/1
 Percy Jackson
by Human_esque

Summary

A decade(ish) post canon, Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson are in a couple's therapy
appointment, talking about what they usually do. All of the changes that occurred after Hera
erased Percy's memories. Usually the two dance around the topic, the main core of it, until
the hour is up, but this week Percy is finally ready to face it head on. To tell Annabeth, and
their therapist, she is a trans woman.

Notes

I own nothing.

If it wasn't obvious, the therapist is a demigod.

See the end of the work for more notes

“Things changed,” Percy stared down at her hands, avoiding the gaze of both her girlfriend to
her left and their couple’s therapist in front of them, “after Hera.”

“After she stole your memory?” Annabeth asked.

“Yes….After she stole it, and after it returned. While it was returning.”

“How did things change?” It wasn’t the first time Dr. Eaton had said that, and it probably
wouldn’t be the last. Percy was good at evading that question, without meaning to.

“We were away from each other for so long, we never had been before. Not really. Not
permanently….I mean, it wasn’t permanent, but it could have been. We lost each other,
allegedly forever. And I could tell I had lost something, but I didn’t know what. I
remembered her name, but not who she was, what it meant. And she never forgot anything.”

“I spent a lot of time looking for him, we all did.”

Percy flinched at the use of ‘him’, but neither other noticed, they were both looking at each
other. Percy was left alone in her own world, momentarily. It was nice, until the doctor broke
the bubble, at least.

“Did you know what had happened, Annabeth?”

“No, he was just gone. We were together, we went to bed, I woke up, and I was alone. No one
told me anything, no one knew anything to tell.”

“Things changed.” Percy said again, she couldn’t think of anything else. “Everything
changed.”
“Everything?” Dr. Eaton repeated. “‘Everything’ is a new word, isn’t it?”

“It’s true, though.” Percy swallowed back the bile rising in her throat. “Annabeth would
disagree, her world wasn’t tipped upside down, but mine was. My everything is different, and
it’s never going back. I can’t be pre-Hera Percy, no matter how hard I try.”

“You don’t have to pretend.” Annabeth reached out and grasped her forearm. Percy wanted to
pull away, but it seemed better not to at the moment. Besides, she wanted Annabeth, even if
her presence wasn’t easy to cope with at the moment. “You can be you, the real you, around
me. I don’t need pre-Hera Percy, I don’t want pre-Hera Percy, I just want Percy. Whoever that
is at the moment.”

“There’s so much—” Percy coughed, as if a physical action would rid her of an emotional
response. “There’s just so much, Annie.”

“I have plenty of space in my brain for it.”

“I don’t know if…if we need to have this conversation while in therapy, or if that’s a terrible
idea. It’s definitely one or the other, though, and there’s no way to know until it’s over.”

“Does your therapist know? The one you see alone.”

“One of the first things I told her.”

“What does she recommend?”

“She said it’s a decision I have to make. She always says that. She can’t decide anything for
me, no one can. But, that’s not even true. I exist because my dad decided to have sex with a
mortal woman. We’re here because Hera decided to kidnap me and wipe my memory. I like
blue because my mom decided it was the best color to make food. Plenty of people have
made decisions for or about me, intentionally or not. But, she won’t even tell me the right
choice, let alone force. Maybe there isn’t a right one.”
“Are you able to tell me what the conversation is about, without having the conversation?”

“Not really. It’s about me, but….I can’t really be more specific without just telling you.”

“Why not tell me?”

“It’s scary.” There was a time Percy wouldn’t have found that easy to admit, especially about
such a small thing in comparison to what she had been through as a kid, but so many years of
therapy had helped. “I think I know how you’ll react, but I’m afraid I’m wrong, and what will
happen if I am.”

“What could happen?”

“We could break up or….Would you ever hurt me? I mean, you do sometimes, but that’s just
playful. You’d never really hurt me, right?”

“Of course I wouldn’t.”

“What would I have to do for you to hurt me?”

“Nothing could ever be bad enough.”

She sighed. “I knew you would say that. But, I don’t know if it’s true. I—I know, I just don’t
know .”

“Why would I hurt you?”

“Because some people hurt people like me. Even if they loved them before. Even if they
promised to always be soft and gentle and kind.”

“Am I the sort of person to do that?”

“No….Not to other people, but it could be different, with me. Because we’re dating, have
been so long.”

“Why does it matter that we're dating? In this particular situation.”

“It would change who you are, for one. And….It’s hard to say, Annie, there’s a million
thoughts and reasons in my brain, but I can’t express them all. I can’t comprehend them all.”

“I don’t know how to help you.”

“I know.”

“Perce, what can I do, what can I say? I can’t mind read.”

“Do you remember that big meeting a few months ago? Our normal monthly meeting with
our old camp friends, but it was different, big, because Nico and Will announced their
engagement.”

“Of course.”

“And after announcing it, we started talking about the wedding details, and how they would
be non-traditional. For many reasons, but partially because of Nico’s identity.”

“Trans man for seventy or so years, demiboy for three.”

“And all before he hits thirty.”

“Right. What about it?”

“Nico has a unique relationship with femininity and masculinity. The fact we even knew him
as a ‘he’ from the get go is extraordinary.”

“I still don’t understand, Percy.”

“I do. I mean, I understand Nico.”

“You mean….” Annabeth didn’t make a sound, move a muscle for several seconds. “Are you
coming out to me?”

She coughed, twiddled her bottom polo button, then coughed again. “When Hera erased my
memories, I became a blank slate. I had no past, so no frame of reference to who I was. It
made certain things…clearer.”

“No history of being a man, so no need to occlude yourself to the truth.”

“Right.”

“But, Percy, it’s been so long. Why is this just coming up now?”

“I didn’t know you at first, remember? And then once I found you, I remembered everything
again. I remembered my…my realizations, but I also remembered all the time, my entire life,
of being a man. I was confused and concerned and caged.”
“But, it’s been forever since you remembered?”

“It’s not easy. I—I’ve spent the past decade or so healing and finding myself. Not just in a
gender way, but every way. Who I am without camp, without the Gods, without prophecies.
How to be a big sister, a real daughter, a true friend. What being myself, a halflood, the child
of Poseidon, means to me, and others.”

“Wouldn’t all of that have been easier if your person knew your truth?”

“You do know my truth. You know my life and trauma and struggles. You know my joy and
humor and desires. You know me and my body and my soul. My gender is a part of me, an
important part, but it is not me. I like you knowing, I prefer you knowing, it is likely a time
would come eventually where I would need you to know, but, so far, it hasn’t been important
enough to spark bravery.”

“But, it’s important enough to now?”

“No. I am not telling you who I am now because I can not bear another second of being
called the wrong thing, because my discomfort has finally surpassed my self-preservation. I
am telling you out of a want to be perceived. Because I love you and I love myself and love
means trust. Because I have bared every other piece of Percy Jackson to you, raw and
bleeding and scarred. Because you love me and that has to be enough.”

“I do love you and it is enough. You are enough.”

“Have I changed anything? Anything about us?”

“No. You are still Percy and I am still Annabeth and we are still we. We will always be we.”

“Because it is written by fate, in the stars?”

“Because we choose to be.”
End Notes

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