Percy Jackson Oneshots

melted ice cream sandwiches

Uhhh so this began as a fluffy one-shot I had in mind of Percy simping for Annabeth with short hair bc that's what I'd do, but it ended up as heavy angst. So. Sorry about that.

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Synopsis:

In which Percy and Annabeth have an argument, Connor Stoll chops off Annabeth's braid with a sword, and then she and Percy have a talk. It doesn't nearly go as planned, but at least they ate some ice cream sandwiches.

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(The Hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap)

A baby is born

Crying out for attention

The memories fade

Like looking through a fogged mirror

Decision to decisions are made

And not bought

But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot

I guess not

"I'm your friend, of course I care!"

"You shouldn't be my friend! That way it wouldn't hurt so much!" Annabeth says.

It had started off as a simple comment, nothing too serious. Something about Annabeth not wanting him to help with reports—but Percy's beginning to realize that anything can explode into an argument.

"What are you talking about?" he demands. Luckily, they're near the woods, so at least no demigod can hear them. Not like last time.

"Just—I'm tired of you going away! You can't have it both ways, Percy. Either you're not my friend and forget about all this shit, or you stay here and fight him ."

"Why can't I have it both ways? Last time I checked, I've spent enough time at camp to train. And why are you suddenly all gloomy and shit about being friends with me? Do you just...want me to be Luke? Make you feel better? Do you even give a shit about what he did?"

Her face reddens. "Why would any of this be about Luke?"

"Because that's all we fight about! You seem to have it in yourself to see him as this amazing hero when he's the entire opposite of that!" Percy knows that what he's saying is slightly ridiculous, and that she's right; this has nothing to do about Luke, but he doesn't particularly care at the moment. "Because the last prophecy was about him! You 'lost' the bastard to Kronos and you want him back, is that it?"

"What? Yes, I want him back—but, no, I—"

"He's hurt you so much, Annabeth. You seriously care for him? You seriously don't want to be my friend because you—you hate that I hate him?"

"Yes, I care for him! You didn't know him when I did—but you mean so much—"

"He wanted to kill you!" Percy grabs her by the shoulders so they're face to face, so she understands exactly what he's talking about. "He doesn't fucking care! Why can't you see that?"