Percabeth Oneshots

A Sea Of Protectiveness

By me.

Annabeth Chase, head counselor of Cabin Six and now the newly elected head counselor for all cabins, stood at the edge of the strawberry fields.

She often came here when she needed to think. The whispers of the wind through the vines usually helped clear her mind, but today, they only seemed to echo the harsh words she had overheard earlier.

She had been walking past the volleyball court when she heard it—a group of campers, talking in low voices but loud enough for her to catch every word.

"Of course, Annabeth got the head counselor position," one of the campers sneered. "It's not because she's smart or anything. It's all because of her relationship with Percy Jackson. I mean, come on, everyone knows they’re more than just friends."

"Yeah, right?" another camper had chimed in. "She’s probably been using him to climb up the ranks. I bet Chiron wouldn't have even considered her if she wasn’t, you know, so close to Percy."

The words had stung more than Annabeth cared to admit. She prided herself on her hard work, her intelligence, and her leadership.

To hear that some campers believed she’d only achieved this position because of an illicit affair with Percy made her stomach churn with a mixture of anger and hurt.

She had nearly turned to confront them but stopped when she felt Percy stiffen beside her.

He had heard it too.

His sea-green eyes darkened with anger, and she could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.

"Percy," she said softly, placing a hand on his arm, trying to soothe him before he did something rash. "Let it go. It's not worth it."

But Percy had only clenched his jaw, his gaze fixed on the group of campers.

"They can't just talk about you like that, Annabeth. You’ve earned everything on your own."

"I know," she replied, her voice calm but firm. "But we both know the truth, and that’s what matters. Let’s not give them the satisfaction of a reaction."

He looked at her, the anger slowly ebbing away as he nodded.

"Okay," he said, but she could tell he wasn’t fully convinced.

They had walked away together, but Annabeth knew Percy. He wouldn’t just let it go. Not when it came to her.

Later that afternoon, Percy found himself at the same volleyball court, this time without Annabeth. The group of campers was still there, laughing and joking as if they hadn’t just slandered one of the most respected demigods at camp.

He walked up to them, his expression unreadable. The campers noticed his approach and fell silent, their eyes widening as they realized who was standing before them.

"Percy," one of them said nervously. "We were just—"

"Talking about Annabeth," Percy interrupted, his voice cold and steady. "I heard everything."

There was an uneasy silence as the campers shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"Let me make something very clear," Percy continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Annabeth is the head counselor because she’s the best at what she does. She doesn’t need me or anyone else to prove that. If I hear any of you spreading lies about her again, we’ll have a serious problem."

His eyes flashed with the power of the sea, and the campers seemed to shrink under his gaze.

"Do I make myself clear?"

They all nodded, too intimidated to speak. Satisfied, Percy turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the campers to exchange nervous glances.

The next day, Annabeth was sitting with Piper and Jason by the campfire, enjoying the rare moment of calm. Piper had been unusually quiet, her eyes twinkling with amusement, and Jason was trying hard not to laugh.

"What’s so funny?" Annabeth finally asked, raising an eyebrow at the two of them.

Piper grinned. "Oh, nothing. Just heard something interesting from a few campers today."

Jason snickered, unable to hold back any longer. "Seems like Percy gave them a little talk after they… made some comments about you."

Annabeth’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. "He did?"

Piper nodded, still smiling. "Apparently, he was very… persuasive. The campers are still talking about it."

Annabeth felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mix of gratitude and something else she couldn’t quite place. Percy didn’t have to do that, but he had. For her.

She looked up and saw Percy walking towards them, his usual easygoing smile in place, but when their eyes met, she saw the unspoken promise there. He’d always have her back, no matter what.

"Hey," he said, plopping down next to her. "What’d I miss?"

"Nothing much," Annabeth said, a small smile tugging at her lips. She leaned slightly closer to him, her heart swelling with appreciation. "Just thinking about how lucky I am."

Percy looked at her, confused. "Lucky? For what?"

She didn’t answer right away, just gave him a look that made his heart skip a beat. "To have you as a friend," she said softly.

Percy smiled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Anytime, Wise Girl. Anytime."