Percabeth One-Shots

Dead Man Walking Part 1

Hey guys! This is sad, like... really sad. Anyways, enjoy! Happy new year! This is translated from my portuguese one shot book.

Prompt: Where Percy wrote letters before the Battle of Manhattan and asked Paul to deliver them in case he died, after his disappearance in The Lost Hero, Paul decides to distribute the letters seeking to help everyone.

Paul:

"Hi Paul,
How are things? Is my mom okay?"
Paul would have laughed if his heart wasn't so tight, Percy was so sweet. Why were they doing this to his boy?
"If you are reading this, I believe the prophecy was right and I died. I apologize for not staying longer, but they wouldn't let me stay."
Paul's heart felt like it was going to explode, his throat felt like it had swallowed sand. 'They wouldn't let me stay...'
"I love you very much, I trust you to take care of my mother, don't leave her alone, that's all I ask of you.
I want you to know that I am fine, I think, I have accepted that I am going to die, most likely in an agonizing and bloody way, but it's okay. Who cares?"
'I care' Paul muttered. 'Everybody cares because you are the best kid in this world.'
"I am very grateful to have you as a stepfather, you are good to my mother, you showed me that I could have a father, I hope you have another son, you still have a lot to do as a father, unfortunately not with me."
It was only then that Paul cried, thankful to be alone, sobbing.
"Thank you so much for everything you have done for me.
Please, if they find my body someday, don't let them bury me, I want to be scattered in ashes in a beautiful wood, staying underground means an end, and this is just a fresh start.
With affection, Percy, your favorite (fake) son."
Paul put his head over his hands, how could the fates be so cruel? A sixteen year old boy shouldn't be thinking about all that.
'You were never my fake son, Percy.'

Sally:

"Hi Mom,
How are things? I'd like to hear that you're fine, but I won't be able to hear your answer."
Nico had said that Percy was still alive but that sentence had stuck a knife in Sally's heart, she was already crying. She was crying for her son, at the possibility of being a mother without a son, no one deserved that.
"I wanted to thank you, for everything you've done for me, for everything you've gone through and endured for me, this is my way of saying thank you, I'm going to give you a fresh start, for you to live a happy, normal life, with the guy you love, without having to freak out every time your new son leaves home."
'Don't say that, please don't say that.' She mentally thanked Paul for not alerting her that she was talking to a letter.
"I admire you so much for being my companion until now. I know we have Paul now, but until a while ago, it was you and me against the world."
'My son.' She looked at Paul. 'What have you done with my son?'
"If I can ask for anything, I would ask you to let my story die, to forget about me, it's too big a burden to carry, I think.
Live as if I never existed, that's your chance to choose."
'How can you ask me to do such a thing?" Sally sniffled, sobbing.
"I love you mommy, you have no idea how much."
Her mind flashed back to the days when Percy called her mommy, asking for ice cream, laughing on the swings, holding her hand in the dark, in the rain. She would give anything to hold his hand one more time.
"Know that I go in peace, grateful and happy for all that I have done.
Please don't cry, you deserve to smile.
I love you.
A kiss from your son Percy, your eternal sixteen-year-old little boy."
She hugged Paul with an otherworldly strength. 'My baby.' She murmured. 'My baby.'
Paul only hugged her tighter, but his body was shaking.
He was crying, too.

Annabeth:

"Hi Annabeth,
There is so much I have to tell you, I don't think there are enough words or paper to say everything I need to say, I don't know if I will get a chance to tell you all this before I leave, but in case I don't, here goes:
I love you."
Annabeth's heart stopped, she wanted to scream for all the world to hear that she loved him too, but even if she did that, he wouldn't hear her.
She squeezed Piper's hand tighter, resting her head on Rachel's shoulder.
"I've loved you since the first second my eyes met yours, I love your happy, tough, smart little way, I love the way you close your eyes when you laugh, I love that dimple in your cheek, just on the right side, I love your curly hair the color of the sun."
Her cheeks were red, hopelessly in love with the boy who had written words of love in the darkness for her, her first and only love, who she could not find.
"The sun that would light us up every morning, in a small apartment, on a beach, curling up awake."
Annabeth wanted so badly for him to be there so she could laugh and say that he was as much of a fanfiction addict as she was.
"I love the way your hands stroke my hair when I cry, you always tell me not to cry, that it's going to be okay, now it's my turn to tell you that.
It's going to be okay, my love. You will live, you will laugh, you will grow, even if I don't.
I love the way your hands caress my hair when I cry, you always tell me not to cry, that it will be okay, now it's my turn to tell you that.
It's going to be okay, my love. You will live, you will laugh, you will grow, even if I don't grow along with you."
The thought turned the girl's stomach. She could never do that.
"You are my adventure companion, my partner, my best friend.
I'll never forget that time your lips touched mine, sweet, slow and soft, that taste of honey and strawberry on your tongue, your hands on my face, begging me to feel everything you felt.
I always felt it.
I've always loved you, Wise Girl."
Her face became serious, still, as if she no longer wanted to feel that pain.
"And I will always love you, every second of my life, every beat of my heart will be yours, I will love you even when it doesn't beat anymore, even when there is no more air.
I love you.
Be happy, most beautiful girl in the world,
From your lovesick best friend, Percy."
As soon as she finished the letter, she sobbed, and again and again, a loud, aching cry on the floor of the sea-scented cabin, the cabin of her missing love.