Percabeth Oneshots

Tides Of Vengeance

Prompt Credit: Aumplayz
Written by me.

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The ground shook violently beneath them. Annabeth’s hands were locked with Percy’s as they sprinted across the crumbling platform, but the chasm separating them from the others was growing larger by the second.

They had to make it.

Every muscle in Percy’s body ached from exhaustion, but he wouldn’t let go of Annabeth. Not now. Not ever.

She had risked so much to find the Athena Parthenos. She was brilliant, strong, and brave. And Percy loved her more than he could put into words. The seven demigods were supposed to face this final challenge together. He wouldn’t lose her, not after everything they’d been through.

But the Fates had other plans.

The ground cracked again, and the ledge beneath Annabeth gave way. She screamed as her body lurched forward into the pit, the void pulling her down like a predator hungry for its prey.

“ANNABETH!” Percy’s shout was pure terror. He reached out instinctively, his hand wrapping tightly around her wrist. His knuckles turned white as he held her suspended above the darkness.

But Tartarus wasn't just darkness. It was alive. It was waiting for them.

The black tendrils of smoke rose from the abyss, winding around Percy’s legs like serpents. He felt their pull—strong, inevitable. Annabeth saw the terror in his eyes as the realization hit them both at the same time.

It wasn’t just Annabeth that was falling.

Percy was going to fall with her.

“Percy!” Annabeth’s voice shook. Her grey eyes locked onto his. “Let go. Please.”

“I won’t,” Percy panted, struggling to keep his grip. His body trembled with the effort. He couldn’t lose her, not now.

The others were calling out to them, shouting in desperation, but their voices were drowned by the roar of Tartarus beneath them.

"Percy!" Jason’s voice was strained. "We’re coming!"

"Hold on, Wise Girl," Percy whispered, his breath labored, sweat beading on his forehead. He could feel Annabeth slipping through his fingers. "I’ve got you."

"Percy, no!" Annabeth’s voice broke as she realized what was happening. "You have to let me go! You can't—"

"Never!" His voice was fierce. There was no world in which he would let go of her.

The tendrils tightened around Percy, dragging him closer to the edge. He groaned, every part of him screaming in protest, but he didn’t loosen his grip.

Tears brimmed in Annabeth’s eyes. "Please, Percy. If you fall—"

"I won’t let you fall alone," he interrupted, his voice breaking. The tendrils pulled harder. Percy’s strength was failing, and with a final, crushing yank, Tartarus made its choice.

"Percy!" Annabeth screamed as she felt him lurch forward.

In one agonizing second, everything came undone.

Percy’s hand slipped from Annabeth’s wrist, but instead of Annabeth falling, Percy was yanked violently into the abyss. His fingers brushed hers one last time before he was ripped away, plummeting into the dark, swirling pit below.

"No, no, no!" Annabeth shrieked, collapsing onto the ledge. Her hand shot out, trying to grab him, but it was too late. She watched, helpless, as Percy’s figure disappeared into the endless void.

"Percy!" Her voice was raw, hoarse, tears streaming down her face.

But Percy was gone.

Falling.

Alone.

The darkness swallowed him whole, and all that was left was the cold, empty roar of Tartarus beneath them.

Jason, Piper, Leo, and the others finally made it to Annabeth, pulling her back from the edge, but she couldn’t hear them. Her mind was reeling, her heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Percy had fallen. Her seaweed brain, her best friend, the love of her life… was gone.

And there was nothing she could do.

"Annabeth!" Jason gripped her shoulders, trying to snap her out of her shock. "We need to move! He—he wouldn’t want you to—"

But Annabeth couldn’t hear him.

Her entire world had just collapsed into the pit with Percy.

She looked into the darkness, her breath hitching.

"I'll be waiting for you, Percy," she whispered.
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Here's the question for this oneshot:

4. What was the model of the car that Annabeth drove in The Titan’s Curse?

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For those who don't know Moros is the personified spirit of impending doom, who drives mortals to their deadly fate.