(For reference, Percy and Annabeth are eighteen while you and Thali at are Twenty-two- four years apart. I don’t care if this is not accurate to the story.)

This was a learning curve for Thalia. She was dressed in a sweater and jeans, all tattoos covered, jacket on, tote bag of small gifts slung over her right shoulder. She didn't usually do Christmas, or family. But you basically said she had no choice other than to show the fuck up, or Zeus would be down a daughter.

Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, destroyer of Monsters, Powerful Demigod, only living daughter of The King of Gods; and Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom’s prized daughter, Survivor of Tartarus and Arachne, were standing next to each other in front of the Jackson-Blofis apartment. Both were there to see their respective partners- Thalia's was you and Annabeth's was Percy- and celebrate Christmas with the family- and both were terrified. What if she made a joke only you would laugh at, and made a bad first impression. She accidentally shocked Annabeth- she got zappy when she was nervous.

“So… do you think we knock?” Annabeth asked, worrying her lower lip as her grey eyes scanned the door. She was a genus when it came to fighting, first aid, and tactical approach. Not so much on how to approach her first family holiday in... years.

“I mean, I doubt we can just… barge in. And, I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of excited to have a warm place to spend the night, in the same bed as my girl. Keep her good 'n warm. She'll need it, what with all this snow and cold.” Thalia said, shooting Annabeth a glance and a small smirk. You always said, the day Thalia stopped cracking dirty jokes was the days she died.

“When you say it like… that, it sounds much more dirty then I’m praying you mean it.” The blonde responded, frowning at her non-biological older sister. Annabeth and Percy hadn't done anything more than kiss, but she knew he could get... excited easily. You and Thalia, however, she knew were very active. She told Annabeth much more than she wanted to know, like how you looked in her clothes or lingerie or nothing at all, or how you liked to hold onto her.

“C’mon. You can’t seriously be telling me you and Percy haven’t had sex? Like, at all?” The daughter of Zeus asked the blonde, a laugh clear in her voice. She'd been having sex for years, probably earlier than she should have. But you had made her wait for it, so she just figured she would compensate for it now. But you'd made it clear to her- tonight, there was to be no sex or making out or dry-humping. It would stay PG.

“What!? No! I mean, we have, but why would you ask that-?” The blushing blonde didn’t get a chance to finish before Percy and you opened the door. You looked nice- your hair was in some sort of complicated messy bun, and you were wearing bell-bottom jeans and a soft-looking Christmas sweater that matched with her own. She smiled, and opened her mouth, only to be cut off by you younger brother, Percy. “So, y’all want to come in?” He asked, smiling sweetly at Annabeth and opening the door further. You pulled Thalia in gently but firmly- before she could squirm her way out of this, and caught her lips with yours.

Just as she leaned in to kiss back, she was swept into arms that didn't belong to you. She could smell ink and chocolate, not your usual scent of Chamomile, Jasmine, and Sandalwood. It must be your mom, that was hugging her so tightly. She watched as you smiled softly, and crossed your arms. You and Percy weren't biologically related. You were the daughter of a woman named Isobel, and Hypnos. But your mother had died, and Sally had ended up raising you like her own. These facts pounded in rhythm with her heart, and she said the first thing that would come out of her mouth.