Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

Kickstart My Heart 4

By Scrxbbler on ao3 also, this is the last part

Notes:

Hi! I hope you're all doing well. Here's 10k words of fluff, smut, and extremely conspiring mothers for not updating in forever!
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Chapter Text
Percy stands in front of the mirror, hands reaching to adjust his shirt again. It's slightly crinkling around the waist, and from this angle it looks kinda wrinkled and he doesn't want Annabeth to think he's a slob, or someone that really can't even dress themselves. It's like a constant jackhammer to his heart, everything vibrating and the room around him is suddenly so blurry and his head sort of starts to hurt--

"If you keep pulling like that, you're gonna stretch the shirt out." His mom is in the door, eyebrow raised and knowing look in her eyes as she steps into the room to help. Plants her hands on his shoulders, smooths out the creases before looking up at him. "You look handsome, honey."

"You have to say that, though."

"Doesn't change the fact that it's true." She looks around his room, then moves to sit on his bed. "Are you nervous at all?"

"It's just Annabeth." Percy shrugs.

"But you two have never gone out like this."

"Like what?"

"Your whole undefined friends with benefits things-"

"Not really friends with benefits, though."

She tilts her head, raises her right eyebrow. "How do you figure?"

"Well like you said, it's undefined, and so she never said that we're explicitly friends." He walks to his closet, eyes roving over the small selection of jackets he has to pick from.

"And that means?"

"That we totally have a cha-" he turns, looks at her. "I know what you're doing."

She just sighs, smiles in that way that warms his stomach. "I'm just saying. She hasn't told you what she wants. The ball is in your court! Also, I think that girl would be an amazing daughter in law..."

"Oh my god." Percy brings his hand to his forehead, wrinkling it a bit. "You're not slick at all."

"I was never trying to be," she laughs. "Also, if you two are gonna stop dancing around each other and get together, could you do it before the semester starts?"

"Why?" Percy eyes a soft shell bomber jacket that he hasn't worn in a while. It does go well with the t-shirt and jeans he's wearing. He grabs it, tosses it on the bed next to his mothers conspiratory gaze.

"No reason at all." She stares around his room, not at him. He can't lie for shit, but neither can she, he did get that from her, after all.

Something is definitely up. A whine sounds through the air, and he instantly snaps his head into that direction, his head high and ear open as he waits like a hounddog, trying to figure it out. Her phone notification. Percy stares at her, eyes wide. His legs carry him through his door, out into the hallway. "Perseus Jackson! Don't you dare-"

Too late, he has her phone and is opening it. The password isn't too hard, it's just his birthday. When he opens iMessage, he doesn't even know what to say.

Athena (5:45)

Annabeth is on her way to your house.

She's extremely nervous, it's very adorable.