Percabeth Oneshots

Finding Comfort

By me.

The night was heavy with the weight of unspoken fears. The stars outside flickered weakly, their light barely penetrating the inky blackness of the sky.

Annabeth lay in her bed, her heart racing as the remnants of a nightmare clung to her mind. The images of Tartarus, the suffocating darkness, and the endless, relentless chase by monsters played on a loop in her head.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to forget, to move past it, but the harder she tried, the more vivid the memories became.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She tossed off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her hands were trembling as she pulled on her camp sweatshirt, the familiar scent of Camp Half-Blood doing little to calm her nerves.

Without thinking, she found herself slipping out of her cabin and walking towards the Poseidon cabin, the one place where she knew she could find solace.

The air was cool against her skin, the ground damp beneath her bare feet as she crossed the camp.

The Poseidon cabin stood alone, isolated by the shimmering waves of the ocean. Annabeth hesitated for just a moment before pushing open the door and marching inside.

Percy was awake, sitting on the small couch by the window. He was staring out into the darkness, lost in thought, when the sound of the door creaking open caught his attention. He turned his head just as Annabeth walked in, her eyes red and puffy, tear streaks glistening on her cheeks.

He didn’t say anything, and she was grateful for it. The silence between them was comfortable, an understanding that didn’t need words. As she stood there, a wave of self-consciousness washed over her.

What was she doing here, barging into his cabin in the middle of the night?

Percy must have sensed her hesitation because he simply patted his lap, a silent invitation that spoke volumes. Her heart skipped a beat at the gesture, and she found herself moving towards him, her legs almost giving way as she collapsed into his arms.

She sat down, practically straddling him, her face buried in his shoulder as the sobs she had been holding back finally broke free.

Percy’s arms wrapped around her, strong and reassuring. He didn’t try to shush her or tell her it would be okay. He just held her, letting her cry, letting her release all the fear and pain she had been carrying for so long.

The warmth of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek, made her feel safe, grounded in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Eventually, the tears subsided, leaving her drained but calmer. Annabeth stayed in his arms, her breathing slowly evening out as exhaustion began to take over.

Percy shifted slightly, adjusting their position so she was more comfortable, her head resting against his chest.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“Anytime, Wise Girl,” he replied softly, the nickname making her smile faintly through her weariness.

Sleep claimed them both not long after, the peaceful silence of the night enveloping them as they dozed off, still wrapped around each other.

The next morning, the early rays of sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room. Annabeth stirred, blinking groggily as she tried to piece together where she was.

The steady rise and fall of Percy’s chest beneath her reminded her, and she suddenly became very aware of just how close they were. She was practically on top of him, her legs tangled with his, her arms wrapped around his torso.

And, of course, that was the exact moment the door burst open.

Jason, Frank, Leo, Hazel, and Piper all stood there, grinning like idiots. Their eyes widened and they gasped in unison as they took in the sight of Annabeth and Percy cuddled up on the couch, both still half-asleep and clearly caught off guard.

“Well, well, well,” Leo began, his tone dripping with amusement, “What do we have here?”

Annabeth’s face burned with embarrassment. She shot them all a death glare that would have made Medusa proud.

“If you don’t get lost right now,” she said, her voice low and menacing, “I will personally stab each and every one of you.”

“Yep, leaving!” Jason said quickly, grabbing Leo by the collar as he began to back out of the cabin.

Frank and Hazel followed suit, trying and failing to stifle their laughter. Piper gave them a wink and a thumbs up before closing the door behind her.

Annabeth groaned, burying her face back into Percy’s chest.

“Kill me now,” she muttered.

Percy chuckled softly, his hand running soothingly through her hair.

“I think they got the message. Besides, if anyone tries to bring it up, we can always remind them how scary you are.”

“Or how annoying they are,” she grumbled.

“Exactly,” Percy agreed with a smile.

For a few more minutes, they stayed like that, neither wanting to move, both savoring the rare moment of peace. Eventually, though, Annabeth sighed and pulled away, her cheeks still slightly flushed from the earlier encounter.

“Thanks, Seaweed Brain,” she said again, this time with a soft smile.

“Anytime, Wise Girl,” he replied, returning the smile.

As they got up and began to face the day ahead, neither of them noticed the knowing looks and sly grins that followed them around camp.

And if their friends whispered and teased them about their cozy night together, well, that was just something they’d have to deal with later.

For now, Annabeth was content with the fact that, no matter what nightmares haunted her, she had someone who would always be there to hold her through them.