Percabeth Oneshots

The Great Cookie Heist

By me.

Percy Jackson had faced many challenges in his life—monsters, gods, and even high school exams. But nothing prepared him for the ultimate test: stealing cookies from the Camp Half-Blood kitchen without getting caught by Annabeth.

It all started when Percy got a whiff of freshly baked cookies while training with the other demigods. His stomach growled louder than a Cyclops on a bad day. He knew those cookies were meant for the camp’s weekly meeting, but his sweet tooth had other plans.

“Percy, what are you doing?”

Annabeth’s voice startled him as he tiptoed towards the kitchen.

“Uh, nothing! Just, you know, practicing my stealth skills,” Percy replied, trying to look innocent.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. “Stealth skills? Really? You tripped over a rake five minutes ago.”

“Hey, that rake came out of nowhere!” Percy protested.

Annabeth sighed. “Fine, but if you get caught, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Percy grinned. “Don’t worry, Wise Girl. I’ve got this.”

He sneaked into the kitchen, his heart pounding like he was facing a Hydra. The cookies were right there, sitting on the counter, golden and delicious.

He reached out, but just as he was about to grab one, a voice boomed behind him.

“Percy Jackson, what are you doing?”

Percy froze. It was Chiron, the camp’s centaur director.

“Uh, just… quality control?”

Chiron’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Quality control, huh? Well, I suppose one cookie won’t hurt.”

Percy grabbed a cookie and took a bite. It was heavenly.

“Thanks, Chiron!”

As he turned to leave, he bumped into Annabeth, who was holding a plate of cookies. “I knew you’d get caught,” she said, smirking.

Percy shrugged. “Worth it.”

Annabeth handed him a cookie. “Next time, just ask. I might share.”

Percy grinned. “Deal.”