Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

101. His Person

Tumblr Prompt: stop being so mean to me or I swear to (the) god(s) I'm gonna fall in love with you. & you look like crap

Incase you didn't know, Annabeth Chase, is a child of Athena, and children of said wisdom goddess, despite their dyslexia and adhd, can't help but study. Wether they're studying an interest of theirs or a battle strategy, they're always studying, learning, and adapting.

Annabeth is no different. It's concerning to Percy how hard she works herself sometimes.

So when Percy and Annabeth decided to live together, thank you Tartarus, Percy needed to make sure she knew he wouldn't let herself over do it. Of course she put up a fight, and of course Percy gave her the seal eyes just to get her to agree to let him take care of her if she wasn't going to.

"Percy, I don't need you to take care of me, I've been taking care of myself since before I can remember. I appreciate you caring, I do, and I love you so much for it, but please, kindly fuck off, I'm studying." He didn't bother her for the rest of the night.

He went to bed, and woke up to a cold bed, not knowing if Annabeth had gone to sleep that night or not.

He went to their study, her study really, where there's blueprints everywhere, it was neat, but messy at the same time. It was all very Annabeth, and Percy loved that about the room. It smelled like her, lemon with a hint of strawberry and vanilla. It has her books, her blueprints, and pictures that she likes to look at when he Brain decides to distract her for the thousandth time.

When midterms rolled around for their first semester, Percy was not prepared... at all. Like at all.

She was grumpy, and had a short fuse with him. He didn't mind because damnit if she didn't look hot when she yelled at him for watching tv while she was studying.

Lucky for him, he happens to be her weakness when she's that angry. So long as he doesn't touch her, she will be wound up like a spring.

He's learned that she'll never ask him for anything, he can't even offer it in fact. He just has to know her well enough to know what she wants and or needs when she wants and or needs it. Like when he had been passing by on his way back from a shower, which she desperately needed, but he would never say that to her, and she was shifting and moving around a bit more than she usually does while studying.

"Annabeth?" No answer. "Wise Girl?" No answer. "Babe?" Nothing. "Annie?" Nada.

He sighed and went up behind her, tied her hair up for her and massaged her shoulders. Annabeth had been so happy to have him near by she nearly cried. The tension left her back and she needed to hug him or she had herself convinced she would die if she didn't.

She spun in her chair to face him. His goofy, loose, loving grin that she fell in love with was etched on his face, which also nearly made her cry, She just sort of collapsed into his arms, and nuzzled his neck.

"I'm so tired, Percy. So, so tired."

"I know, Love. Can I take you to bed?" She shook her head no, but was in no state to protest as Percy picked her up and brought her to their bed.

"Percy," she tried, "I need to study more."

"Honey, I know you need to study, but you need sleep more."

"Don't tell me what I need, you prick."

"Stop being so mean to me or I swear to the gods I'm gonna fall in love with you." She snorted and patted his clean shaven face. She's been so distracted, she hardly registered how easily she could just rip his towel off and fully ogle him.

"Percy, I need— I need to-" He cut her off by kissing her. Not one of those eighth grade, truth or dare kisses, but a slow burn, true love kind of kiss. She hadn't been prepared, and could have sworn she hadn't brushed her teeth in a while, but Percy was so loving, and everything she ever wanted, she couldn't bring herself to be embarrassed.

"You're going to bed."

"Perce—"

"Annabeth, I don't care that you think you need to study right now. I know you, and I know you need sleep, and sorry, Babe, but you look like crap." She snorted and let him tuck her into the bed.

"Why do you care so much about what I'm doing?" She asked, already half asleep.

The bed smelled like him, her favorite anything was him. She loves him so much she could barely process it in her sleepy haze.

"Because you're my person, 'Beth." She smiled a little.

She stayed awake so she could snuggle up to him when the bed dipped to the weight of him getting into bed. She scooted over so she was practically on top of him.

"I need a shower."

"Go to sleep, okay, Honey?" She nodded and gripped him so tight, entangling their legs, and breathing him in.