Percabeth Oneshots

Heartstrings

By me.

The air in the arena was thick with tension. Annabeth stood at the edge of the stands, her heart pounding louder than the battle cries below.

Percy was in the middle of it all, his sword Riptide gleaming under the glaring sunlight, facing an opponent twice his size. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead, but he kept going, his stubbornness pushing him beyond limits.

Annabeth's knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the stone ledge. She had faced monsters and gods, but nothing terrified her more than watching Percy risk his life.

The clash of swords echoed as Percy stumbled back, narrowly dodging a fatal blow. The crowd gasped, but Annabeth didn’t care about them. She cared about the boy in the middle of the arena, the boy who had promised her they’d get through everything—together.

He made eye contact with her for a split second. His sea-green eyes, always filled with mischief, were clouded with exhaustion, but still—he smiled. That cocky grin that drove her crazy, but also made her feel like maybe, just maybe, they could survive anything.

"Come on, Seaweed Brain," she whispered under her breath, as if her words could reach him. "You promised me."

In a final, swift motion, Percy disarmed his opponent, sending him crashing to the ground. The arena erupted in cheers, but all Percy saw was Annabeth, her grey eyes wide with relief. He staggered slightly, his energy drained, but he still managed to hold himself up long enough to walk toward her.

Annabeth rushed down the steps, her heart racing, not caring about the eyes on them. When she reached him, she threw her arms around him, pulling him close. He let out a small chuckle, wincing as she pressed into his wound, but he didn’t pull away.

"You scared me," she muttered into his chest.

"I’m sorry," he said softly, his voice rough. He tilted her chin up gently, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "But I told you I’d always come back to you, didn’t I?"

Annabeth swallowed hard, her heart still racing as she gazed into his tired eyes. "You better," she whispered. "Because next time, I’m dragging you out of that fight myself."

Percy smiled, leaning in, their foreheads touching. "Deal."

And in that moment, with the world still buzzing around them, they both knew that no matter what battles came their way, nothing could pull them apart.