Percabeth One Shots

love strategy

(this one is kinda short and not all percabeth, but ehhhh)

No one knew, and they didn't need to.

This story is more mature or ancient. But her parts do still live around. Sometimes some kind of love exists later than immortality, among the hate, among what was all against the odds.

Far away from where we probably walk every day, not to mention the time, jealousy burned inside her chest more than she could imagine. She fell, harder than the sky, and she's still falling. But she doesn't want to admit that she is in love with the God of the Sea.

And she still thinks that every descendant of Poseidon will do the same with hers, just like the sea god did to her, a long, long time ago.

She was the goddess of wisdom and she knew she had done more than just breaking the rules about feeling jealous when Poseidon first walked into her temple hand in hand with this beautiful woman, Medusa.

They weren't meant to be. Those were rules made by her mind, therefore, rules she needed to accept.

That's why she didn't want the young hero, who walked side to side with her daughter inside Olympus, to be the same person Poseidon was to her. She didn't want her daughter to fall in love, even though they had no choice.

Aphrodite won the bet. Love is something no one can control. Athena understood this when she saw how her daughter was weaker around love.

This boy was no good for her. She knew this. The kelp heads are the same. She knew what her daughter saw in Perseus, she still sees the same in Poseidon. They are opposites, destined to be together, Aphrodite told Athena when Poseidon showed everyone that Perseus was his son. She tried to rip the thought away, she wanted to destroy this child, or else, her daughter could feel the same pain the goodness felt.

It was nothing about the danger this child was for them. Because jealousy was now higher than Olympus itself. She knew. Love was way more powerful than wisdom, and for the first time, she didn't like the truth.

"I do not approve of your friendship with my daughter" she had told Perseus, he was looking straight in her eyes, with the same sea green pair that belonged to an old love. Even though this hero was something, Athena didn't like his presence at all.

But she had seen how his eyes sparkled when Annabeth slowly approached. How his heart was going crazy on the inside.

Maybe the difference we see is what makes the difference we feel.

Athena slowly left the two young heroes, dancing around, while her mind was focused on how the two bruised hands took each other and melted into the endless warmth she never felt.

She sat there, far away from the truth while the ocean scent filled the room. "Your son will do better than everything you tried to be" Athena spoke, even though the words didn't mean to be out of her mouth "They'll be way braver than maybe the two of us were"

Poseidon shook his head and breathed slowly, he turned around and faced her sight. Hate-filled her chest, or maybe jealousy.

Somehow the feeling was now long gone. She tried to be angry at his son for not listening to her threat, but she was now angry that her daughter had what she never did. She smiled. Remembering that this was not Percy's or Annabeth's fault, it was theirs, Athena's and Poseidon's.

Maybe the night never fell. Maybe the dawn never let the sunrise shine through. But a strong emotion forced Athena to smile at her enemy. The person that would still face her for infinity. She decided to go hard on the young hero. Because... love was the war Athena didn't have a strategy for.