Percabeth One-Shots

Flowers bloom

Inspired by a headcannon I saw in ao3 (can't remember whose it was)
Synopsis: Where Estelle is very innocent and loving, and Percy tries to absorb at least some of his little sister's good energy, after all, everything that has died can bloom again.
Third person POV .

Percy woke up with back pain.
No, Percy woke up with two little knees in his back.
"Estelle..." He grumbled against his pillow, he had been asleep for almost three hours, it was a Thursday and Percy had slept only four hours in the week due to the constant nightmares and flashbacks.
The little three year old girl just mumbled something between English and baby language.
"Stella, I'm tired, princess. I promise I'll do whatever you want later."
"Flowers on my Percy."
"What?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"I'm putting flowers on your drawings."
The boy frowned. "My tattoos?"
"No." He felt his sister's body rock on his back as she shook her head. He made a mental note that he had to ask Annabeth for a baby later.
"I cololed your tatoos, now I'm drawing flowers on your drawings." The little girl petted her big brother's hair. "Hush wittle baby, don't say a word, daddy's gonna buy you a moking bir, and if the moking bir won't sing, daddy's gonna buy you a diamond wing." She sang, totally off beat but just as cute.

Percy woke up a few hours later, bewildered.
No longer feeling his sister's presence in the room, he stretched and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
He froze in front of the mirror.
Drawings...
On his scars.
His tattoos were colored, Estelle had painted them with markers, his scars were covered with flowers, sun, moon, grass and drawings of the same vibe.
The small scar on her forehead, one that Gabe had given him when he threw a beer bottle at eight-year-old Percy, was covered with a pink heart.
The scar on his chin, which he had earned by training at camp, was covered with a yellow star.
He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, rushing into the living room, taking Estelle on his lap and tossing her into the air, picking her up and spinning her around the couch.
All he could think about was what his mother had told him once while Percy was complaining that his favorite flower in the garden had died.
"Everything that dies blooms again, maybe not in the earth, maybe it blooms in someone's heart, maybe it blooms in memory, but it always blooms."