Percabeth One-Shots

Home Again

Hey guys! I'll update the solangelo stuff soon, promise.
This is sort of an AU (slightly OOC) Enjoy!

THIRD PERSON POV:

Percy bit his lip as he twisted the key around, effectively opening the door to his house, he was surprised it worked, honestly, he'd been away for around a year, maybe a bit more.
He stepped into the house quietly, it was late and he didn't want to scare his mom and his dad, well, his stepdad really.
"Sally! Come see this!" He heard Paul call, excitedly.
Percy smiled, happy that Paul was happy he was there. However, when he turned around, he realized Paul wasn't really happy to see him...
The older man was cooing over a baby, laughing in delight as it babbled adorably.
A baby.
They had a baby.
His mother stood behind him, kissing the small baby's forehead, the way she used to kiss him.
Used to.
He quickly hid behind the corridor's wall.
"She's the best thing that ever happened to me." Paul commented softly. "Alongside meeting you."
His mother laughed. "I know, I feel the same way."
Percy's heart clenched painfully in his chest.
'I feel the same way'.
It was like he'd never existed.
His mouth went dry. He needed to leave.
Tears swelled in his eyes, a small, strangled, whimper left his mouth.
He made a run for it, somehow managing to not be seen, he guessed he was really that invisible to them.
He felt sick, all this time he thought his mother would always love him more than anything, more than anyone. Everything he did, to come back to her, to save her, to please her.
He was only alive because he thought that he was what kept her going, apparently not.
He climbed on Blackjack's back, ignoring the questions and looks from the horse.
He didn't belong anywhere. That was the first time he truly felt like a half blood, not loved or cared for at all.
Once he got to camp he instantly ran into his room, trying to sob quietly, no one needed his drama.
But it made sense, he guessed, his mom had been young, possibly just foolish to fall for his dad, she was poor, no degree, no studies, no nothing, having to put up with an abusive husband.
His fault.
All his fault.
And now?
Now she had a family. A real family. The one she wanted. A loving mortal husband and a beautiful mortal child, and they would be a perfect mortal family. Together. Without him.
This child would be great, perfect really, she would be pretty, nice, smart, safe, everything he never was, and would never be.
His heart pounded against his ribcage.
He had been holding her back. And it took her around a year to forget him and let it go.
"Percy? What are you doing here?" Annabeth's gentle voice came from the door. She was wearing her pjs, hair still wet from the shower as she took in his tear streaked face and trembling lips.
"Hey." She sat down next to him, pulling him in for a tight hug, letting him sob against her neck. "What happened?"
She knew she had to be careful with Percy, he'd gotten very fragile after the war, easily upset, terribly scarred and scared.
"They have a kid, Annabeth. A kid. They replaced me!" He said, his face hysterical. It made Annabeth sad, this war had practically destroyed him.
"I feel so... so mad..." His face twisted as his jaw clenched.
"Oh honey. Look at me." She took his face in her hands. "They wouldn't do that, I'm sure you just caught a moment, did you even say hi? They missed you a lot."
He let out another sob. "She's the best thing that ever happened to me." He told her. "That's what Paul said, the guy I thought loved me as a father. And you wanna know the worst part? She agreed." He told her. "I know, I feel the same way." He imitated her.
Annabeth thread her fingers through his hair. "Oh baby... I'm so sorry. Why don't we go there tomorrow?" She suggested, knowing that she was walking on thin ice.
"Why?" His voice was bitter, trying to convince himself that he was angry, when in reality, he was hurt, so so hurt. "So they can show off their perfect mortal child to me? To show that she's everything I could never be? Forget it."
She bit her lip before speaking. "Okay, look, how about we go there, knock, and if they don't seem happy to see you, we come back?"
His only answer were tears that fell into her shirt.
She rubbed his back in hope to offer him comfort, she was so scared that that baby would never know Percy the way she did, the loving, calm and happy Percy she once knew.

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"Come on sweetheart. Knock." Annabeth encouraged Percy. "You can do it." She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "It'll be alright."
His hands shook so much, Annabeth was scared that he would faint.
He nocked and flinched, as if it hurt.
Soon the door opened, Sally Jackson standing right in front of them.
"Percy." She sobbed, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "My boy. My boy. My baby boy. You're home." She whispered, hugging him close.
"Mom." Percy's voice broke.
Tears swelled up in Annabeth's eyes, how could Percy not see how much he was loved?
"Paul! Paul!" Sally called. "Come here! Percy's back!"
Paul sighed softly. "Honey..." He sounded sad, tired. "We've talked about this before, please, come inside. It's cold and-" He froze.
"Percy? Percy!" He hugged him tightly. "Oh buddy! I've missed you so so so much!"
Sally hugged Annabeth just as tight, pulling away to touch her forehead to hers and brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Thank you so much. For bringing him home, for coming home to us."
She smiled, kissing the woman's cheek. "It's my pleasure to come home to you."
They went inside. There was baby stuff all over the apartment, the main picture had been replaced, for a split second Annabeth was scared that it was a picture of Sally, Paul and the baby (cause that would surely break Percy' heart). But it wasn't. It was a drawing, painted by Rachel Dare, she didn't even need to look at the signature to know.
The painting showed Percy, Annabeth, Sally, Paul, Nico, Thalia and a baby, the baby.
Annabeth smiled, feeling overwhelmed with love.
"Oh Percy." She heard Sally say softly, she was kneeling on the floor, while Percy sat on the couch, caressing his hair. "You've grown so much." Her smile was big and genuine.
"You're so tall!" Paul mused, eyes wide.
Percy laughed, the closest thing to his true laugh ever since Tartarus. "I know right."
Sally's eyes widened. "Oh! Percy! There's someone we want you to meet." She got up and Percy paled. Annabeth sat next to him, setting her hand on his knee, rubbing it in comfort. "It's alright." She whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek.
He nodded, eyes locked on the corridor as his mother exited it, a baby in her hands.
The baby was dressed in a blue onesie, little fishes around it. "Percy, this is Estelle, your little sister."
Sally bit her lip nervously.
Percy blinked twice, his eyes turning more green, not like the cold, almost blue, shade they were before (the shade they'd been ever since Tartarus). "Can I- Can I hold her?" Percy sounded so Percy, Annabeth could cry.
Paul nodded, taking the child from Sally and handing her to Percy. "Here, my youngest child."
Percy's eyes watered, his bottom lip trembled slightly. "Hi Stella." He mumbled, taking her little hand in his scarred one and kissing it. "I'm Percy. I'm... I'm your brother."
Annabeth smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder and resting a hand on the back of the baby's head.
He looked at her, smiling. "I have a baby sister!"
She gave him an eskimo kiss. "Yes, yes you do."

That was long. Anyways, hope you liked it, that was 1370 words, have a good day/night, love you!