Percabeth One-Shots

A Real Hero

Prompt: AU where Percy battles Luke alone, in a fight till death.
(I used the translator for the Greek part, if you can speak Greek correct me kk)
Third person pov

Percy's steps were sure, confident, as he marched towards the battlefield, in front of everyone, everyone was looking at him.
Annabeth and Grover were behind him, one on each side, Annabeth on his right and Grover on his left, the rest of his soldiers marched behind the trio, movements perfectly coordinated in a way that children shouldn't know.
All were wearing Greek armor complete with helmets, except Percy, Annabeth held her helmet, as they did in war, swords, knives, bows and arrows ready to strike if needed. Thalia moved sneakily behind everyone, watching the battlefield a bit more from above, Nico on the opposite side of the field from Thalia, marching behind the others, shadows dancing close behind him.
On the opposite side of the field, Luke was waiting, wearing an armor with no helmet, Kelly was at his side, holding his helmet, slightly behind, a drill of monsters, huge and scary behind the pair.
It would be a day to remember.
The camp army had stopped, Luke and Percy would face each other today in a bloody battle.
"Ready Jackson?" Luke debauched, his golden eyes striking.
"I was born ready, Castellan." Percy said, his face contorting with anger and disgust.
Luke took his helmet from Kelly and Percy took his from Annabeth.
She held his hand. "Percy."
He looked at her, his black hair barely showing under his helmet, his face was almost entirely hidden, the pointed triangular shape of his armor stopped perfectly at the tip of his nose, his cheekbones hidden by the celestial bronze, his eyes stood out, blue-ish, Percy was not going to give up that easy, he was determined to kill Luke, Kronos and everyone there.
"Be careful." Annabeth pleaded. "Please."
"Of course."
She kissed him, resting her forehead against the boy's for a second. "I love you."
Percy nodded, he was too focused to understand the truth in her words, his brain was in battle mode, telling him that everything he was hearing and happening was to destroy him.
Annabeth turned away, watching Percy walk away, getting closer and closer to Luke.
The battle had begun, and with it, the war.
Luke started, kicking Percy in the chest, who managed to deflect.
Luke was striking brutally, moving quickly, desperate to see Percy's head roll to his feet.
"Why isn't he doing anything?" Will Solace, from cabin seven questioned.
Will was only thirteen, he was always in the infirmary, his ability to fight came from his instincts.
Percy fell to the ground, skidding until he hit a rock, his mouth was bleeding and his eyes were ajar, a hand was behind his torso, hidden from Luke's view.
A knife, small and sharp, like a pocket knife, rested in his hand.
"That's his plan."
Annabeth shivered as Percy looked at Luke, his eyes convincing him that he was going to die, Annabeth was tempted to believe. Siren eyes, like the voice of the creatures, the eyes made you believe anything they wanted you to.
Percy was the son of Poseidon, he came from the water.
Luke stood up, pointing his sword at Percy's back, his feet close to his head.
Campers closed their eyes, others trembled from head to toe.
Annabeth steadied her foot on the ground. "Go Percy. Move."
When the tip of Kronos' sword touched the boy's back, Percy moved his hand, the pocket knife staying on Luke's heel.
The pocketknife almost disappeared into the blond's skin, it was finessed to the hilt.
Luke bent over, knees buckling.
Percy threw him to the ground, punching him in the nose.
"You thought you were smart, didn't you? You're a dead man. Got it?" Percy spat.
With Riptide in his hands, Percy lifted it, lowering it onto Luke's shoulder, running it down to his neck, severing his carotid artery, the artery that carries blood and oxygen to the brain.
Everyone was shocked, they didn't think Percy would do this with such precision, much less so quickly.
He had planned this, every time he had fought Luke, he had studied him, observed him, Percy had made a battle plan.
A plan worthy of Athena.
Annabeth swallowed dryly.
Luke coughed up more and more blood until he stopped and froze, eyes wide and mouth open.
Percy threw him over his shoulder, throwing his body to the sidewalk.
"Φύγε! Ελπίζω να σαπίσουν στα Τάρταρα! Ο αφέντης σου πέθαννε!"
(Go away! I hope you rot in the Tartarus! Your master is dead!)
The monsters disappeared.
Annabeth frowned. How?
Percy's hand was clenched into a fist, he had killed the monsters, cutting off their vital pathways, had prevented the energy transmission.
Percy turned around, looking at his army and raising Riptide high.
Everyone raised their weapons and then bowed to their leader.
Annabeth felt Percy's eyes upon her, the aura of the place changed.
She met Percy's eyes, sea green, green and vibrant.
The adrenaline was subsiding, Percy was going back to being just a teenager.
"Percy?"
His body was shaking and he looked down at his bleeding hands in fear. He hadn't liked that, not when the feeling of despair passed.
Annabeth stood up, leaving everyone confused.
She ran to him and hugged him before he could fall to the ground.
"Calm down. I'm right here. It's going to be okay."
Annabeth could feel Kronos' blood on her back as Percy held onto her.
"Calm down. It's going to be okay. I'm not afraid of you."
She knew that such a sentence might sound like a bad thing, but Percy had admitted that he felt bad when people were afraid of him, made him feel like Gabe.
And she had promised never to make him feel bad.
"Come, we'll take care of you." She promised, helping him up.
"Annabeth?"
"Yes?"
"I love you too."