Sure! Here’s a long Percy and Annabeth headcanon based on your scenario:
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In the warm sun of Camp Half-Blood, amidst the laughter of demigods and the sweet scent of nectar and ambrosia wafting from the dining pavilion, Percy Jackson had developed a peculiar habit that very few could understand. It wasn't just that he had a penchant for mischief; it was the specific type of mischief that seemed to revolve entirely around cracking dirty


