Percabeth Fluff

Trouble Finds a Home

It was one of those lazy Sunday afternoons when Annabeth and I found ourselves wandering aimlessly through the park. The sun was casting a warm golden glow over everything, and the gentle breeze was just enough to keep us cool as we strolled hand in hand.

Annabeth, with her ever-present practicality, had dragged me out for a walk, insisting it was good for my health. I, being the sarcastic and witty one, had obliged, mostly because I couldn't resist her persuasive powers and partly because spending time with her was always a good idea.

As we walked along the winding paths, exchanging banter and laughter, we stumbled upon a commotion near a tall oak tree. Curious, we made our way closer and saw a tiny, meowing kitten stuck on one of the higher branches.

"Well, would you look at that," I remarked, a smirk playing on my lips. "Seems like we've stumbled upon a feline in distress. What's the plan, oh practical one?"

Annabeth shot me a look that clearly said, "Now's not the time for your sarcasm, Percy," but she didn't waste a beat in springing into action. "We're going to get that kitten down," she declared, already scanning the area for a ladder or something to climb.

I couldn't help but admire her determination as she dashed off to find a nearby maintenance shed. Moments later, she returned triumphantly with a ladder slung over her shoulder. Together, we set it up against the tree, and Annabeth began to ascend, her movements sure and steady.

It didn't take long for her to reach the kitten, and with gentle hands, she scooped it up and carefully made her way back down. As she descended, the kitten nuzzled into her neck, emitting soft purrs of gratitude.

Once safely on the ground, Annabeth cradled the kitten in her arms, a smile spreading across her face. "Well, looks like we've got ourselves a new addition to the family," she said, her eyes sparkling with affection.

I couldn't help but grin as I reached out to scratch the tiny creature behind the ears. "What shall we name our newfound friend?" I asked, already knowing that Annabeth had probably thought of a dozen practical names.

But to my surprise, she looked up at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "How about we name him Trouble?" she suggested, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

And in that moment, as we stood there in the fading light of the afternoon, with a rescued kitten nestled between us, I realized that no matter what adventures life threw our way, as long as I had Annabeth by my side, I wouldn't have it any other way.