Percabeth Oneshots

Raking Up Trouble

A/N This one-shot is based on a Percabeth headcanon I saw online.
Written by me.

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The clearing in the forest was quiet, save for the constant rustle of dry leaves as Percy half-heartedly dragged his rake through them. The pile had grown larger than any leaf pile he'd ever seen-seriously, this could be used to bury a cyclops. He leaned on his rake, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Annabeth, this is not just a small pile, this-this could fill the throne room of Olympus!" He gestured grandly at the mountain of leaves that loomed beside them.

Annabeth, on the other side of the pile, rolled her eyes. "Just shut up and rake these stupid leaves, Seaweed Brain."

"But Annabe-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. Before he could even blink, Annabeth was in front of him, her lips crashing against his, silencing him in the most effective way she knew how.

Percy's initial surprise melted away quickly, and he grinned against her lips, pulling her closer by the waist. Her fingers slid into his hair, messing it up even more than usual.

Percy thought maybe, just maybe, raking leaves wasn't so bad after all.

But, as usual, the gods-or rather, their representatives-had other plans.

"Annabel Face and Peter Johnson! What do you think you're doing?"

The shrill, unmistakable voice of Mr. D pierced through the forest, causing Percy and Annabeth to jump apart as if they'd been electrocuted. Percy's face flushed, and he instinctively took a step back, bumping into the massive pile of leaves.

"It's Annabeth and Percy," Annabeth muttered under her breath, crossing her arms and glaring at the god of wine, who was stomping toward them, his purple Hawaiian shirt clashing terribly with the autumn leaves.

"Whatever," Mr. D waved a hand dismissively, clearly uninterested in getting their names right. "I don't care what your names are, but I care that you two are wasting time-again."

Percy winced, remembering all too well why they were out here in the first place. Getting caught making out during capture the flag was embarrassing enough, but now they were being punished by the least sympathetic god in Camp Half-Blood.

Mr. D narrowed his eyes at the two of them, his expression somewhere between bored and mildly annoyed. "You're here to rake leaves, not make out like love-struck teenagers. If I catch you doing it again, I'll have you cleaning the stables with your bare hands."

Annabeth opened her mouth to protest, but Percy quickly grabbed the rake, thrusting it toward the pile. "We're raking! See? Just... raking away."

Mr. D gave them one last glare before turning on his heel. "Good. And remember, I'm always watching." He disappeared into the trees, leaving behind an awkward silence.

Annabeth sighed, her cheeks slightly flushed. "You really need to learn when to keep your mouth shut, Seaweed Brain."

Percy grinned, leaning his rake against his shoulder. "I didn't see you complaining five minutes ago."

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched into a reluctant smile. "Let's just get this done before he comes back."

Percy chuckled, giving her a suggestive nudge. "You know, if we finish fast enough, we might still have some time to... uh, not rake leaves."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Get to work, Jackson."

And with that, they returned to raking, though Percy couldn't stop sneaking glances at Annabeth, thinking that maybe raking leaves wasn't such a terrible punishment after all.
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Here's the question for this oneshot:

3. What was the final score of the Capture the Flag game in The Sea of Monsters?