Percabeth Oneshots

Mourning Mischief

By me.

As Annabeth trudged through the forest that led to Camp Half-Blood, she felt an unfamiliar weight on her shoulders. Usually, the sight of the camp brought a sense of relief, of home. But this time, something felt off. The air was too still, and the usual hum of camp activity seemed eerily absent.

She had finished her quest faster than expected. Her brain had powered her through obstacles, leaving monsters scratching their heads (if they had heads) as she outwitted every trap and puzzle thrown her way.

The thrill of finishing early filled her with pride, but it quickly dissolved into concern when she didn’t hear the familiar sounds of laughter or the clang of swords.

Annabeth stepped through the camp's border and was met with a heavy silence. A few campers were milling about the edge of the strawberry fields, their faces pale, their eyes red. They looked like they'd been crying.

Her stomach churned with anxiety. Something was wrong.

"Hey," she called out to one of the campers, a young girl she recognized from the Hermes cabin. "What's going on?"

The girl just sobbed harder and pointed toward the central courtyard, where the campfire usually crackled cheerfully. But today, it was smoldering, the flames barely alive.

Heart pounding, Annabeth jogged forward. Her mind raced, trying to piece together what could have happened. There hadn't been any warning of an attack. The last Iris message she'd received from camp had been cheerful.

Why did it suddenly feel like the world had shifted?

She reached the central area where the entire camp seemed to have gathered. They were all huddled together, some holding each other, others staring at the ground with tear-filled eyes. Chiron stood at the front, his face grim and unreadable.

"Chiron?" Annabeth's voice cracked as she approached. "What happened?"

Chiron bowed his head, his voice thick with sorrow. "Annabeth, I—I’m so sorry."

She felt the world tilt beneath her feet. "Sorry? Sorry for what?"

Her heart pounded in her ears, a frantic rhythm that seemed to drown out the sounds around her.

A sobbing boy from the Apollo cabin stepped forward, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Percy...he...he didn’t make it."

Annabeth’s breath hitched. The world seemed to stop moving. The ground beneath her felt like it was made of quicksand, pulling her down. Her mind screamed in denial, but her body remained frozen in place.

"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "No, that's not possible. He’s...he’s strong, he’s...he’s Percy!"

The campers continued to look at her, their expressions filled with sadness. Tears brimmed in her eyes, but her mind refused to accept it. Percy couldn't be gone. Not him. Not her Seaweed Brain. They had been through too much, survived too many impossible odds.

How could this be true?

Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught her attention at the edge of the woods. She blinked, focusing through her tears. And there, standing in the shadows, was Percy Jackson. Alive.

Annabeth’s heart skipped a beat. He was very much alive, covered in dirt and grime from his quest but unmistakably breathing, with a cheeky grin on his face.

Her shock quickly gave way to realization as she noticed the sly grins spreading across the faces of the other campers. It had all been an elaborate prank.

Percy stepped out of the shadows, his grin widening as he sauntered over. “Hey, Wise Girl. Miss me?”

Annabeth stood there for a second, the initial fury at being tricked melting away into sheer relief. Her lips twitched, and before she could stop herself, a laugh bubbled out of her. The tension that had gripped her heart broke as the ridiculousness of the situation sunk in.

The entire camp burst into laughter as Annabeth doubled over, clutching her sides. “Oh gods, you—you had me for a second there!”

Percy chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she straightened up. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. They’ve been planning this since you left.”

Annabeth shook her head, still grinning. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Percy smirked. “You love me anyway.”

She gave him a playful shove but didn’t deny it. “Just don’t ever pull something like that again. I swear, I’ll bury you myself.”

The campers erupted in another round of laughter, and Annabeth couldn't help but join in. The weight that had settled on her heart vanished, replaced by the familiar warmth of home.

With Percy beside her, everything felt right again. Even if he was an annoying prankster.

(A/N) Answer the questions given below the coming oneshots. The first one to answer gets to give me a prompt for a new one-shot or a request for pt.2 of any one-shot. Here's the question for this oneshot:

1. What was the name of the first demigod cabin built in Camp Half-Blood?