Percabeth Oneshots

The Descent / Tides Of Vengeance Pt.2

Prompt Credit: Aumplayz
Written by me.

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Percy hit the ground hard, his body crashing into the jagged rocks of Tartarus with enough force to knock the air out of his lungs. Darkness stretched in every direction, thick and suffocating, wrapping around him like a blanket of despair.

His head was spinning, every bone in his body aching from the impact, but he pushed through the pain. None of it mattered. Only one thing mattered.

Annabeth.

He forced himself to his feet, swaying as he stood, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. The underworld around him writhed with twisted forms, shadows shifting in the corners of his vision. He could hear distant whispers, malicious and mocking, but Percy’s mind was laser-focused.

"I’m coming, Wise Girl."

His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white as his rage bubbled to the surface. His breathing was heavy, each inhale filled with the thick, sulfurous air of Tartarus. But the overwhelming stench and heat couldn’t smother the inferno building inside him.

Percy Jackson was angry.

No, more than that—furious.

He could still feel the lingering touch of Annabeth’s hand in his, the way her eyes had pleaded with him in those final moments. The sound of her screaming his name as he fell echoed in his mind, stabbing at his heart like a blade.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to be together, face every challenge side by side. And now? Now he was trapped in the depths of hell, alone.

The thought of Annabeth up there, on the surface, facing the world without him, twisted his stomach. The idea that she might think he’d left her—might think he was gone—was too much to bear.

"NO!" Percy roared, the sound reverberating through the endless void around him. His voice was raw, filled with frustration, anguish, and fury.

Tartarus wanted to break him. The pit was designed to crush the spirit, to drown it in hopelessness, but Percy wasn’t about to let that happen. He wasn’t just a demigod—he was the son of Poseidon, and right now, he was a demigod on the edge of losing control. Every ounce of his power surged to the surface, and he welcomed it.

“I’m not staying here,” Percy growled through gritted teeth. “I will find her.”

Water, dark and oily, seeped up from the rocky ground beneath his feet, swirling around him like a shield. It reflected the madness in his eyes, the need for vengeance, for escape.

Tartarus itself seemed to respond to his fury—the ground shook, the air trembled, and the very fabric of the abyss seemed to distort around him.

Percy’s jaw tightened as he surveyed the twisted landscape. Jagged rocks, rivers of black sludge, and towering pillars of twisted stone dotted the horizon. The path forward was uncertain, but Percy didn’t care.

He would carve a path if he had to.

His mind raced, thinking of every monster, every Titan, every evil force that had ever threatened them. Percy had faced them all, and each time, he’d come out on top. This would be no different. He’d fought Kronos. He’d defeated Gaia. Now, it was Tartarus’s turn.

The ground beneath him rumbled as if challenging his resolve, but Percy’s eyes only narrowed. He took a step forward, and the shadows seemed to recoil at his presence. His rage was palpable, an aura that radiated off him in waves, distorting the air around him.

“Annabeth…” he whispered, her name the only thing keeping him grounded.

Percy’s grip tightened on Riptide. The sword gleamed, its celestial bronze blade reflecting the dim, eerie light of Tartarus. This wasn’t just about survival anymore. This was about getting back to her. No matter what he had to face, no matter how long it took—he was going to escape this hell.

His rage was a living thing now, coursing through his veins, fueling every movement. Each step he took felt heavier, but with it came a renewed sense of purpose. The Fates had thrown him into the depths of Tartarus, but they had underestimated him.

They had underestimated how far he would go for her.

Monsters slithered and writhed in the distance, their grotesque forms barely visible through the thick haze. Percy could feel them watching him, waiting to strike. His lips twisted into a snarl.

"Come on," he muttered. "Let’s see what you’ve got."

The first creature lunged from the shadows—a hideous, serpentine beast with fangs dripping venom. Without a second thought, Percy swung Riptide, the blade cutting through the air with lethal precision. The monster dissolved into ash before it could even touch him.

Another one darted forward, but Percy was faster. Riptide glowed as it sliced through the creature’s skull, sending it crumbling into dust at his feet.

But no matter how many monsters he cut down, more seemed to rise in their place, clawing out from the depths of Tartarus. The air was thick with their screeches, their hunger for his demise.

Percy didn’t care.

With each strike, with each step forward, his determination only grew. He was a whirlwind of rage and fury, cutting down everything in his path. His eyes burned with a fierce, unrelenting fire—one that wouldn’t be extinguished until he held Annabeth in his arms again.

The monsters fell, one after another, their twisted forms dissolving into nothingness as Percy tore through the darkness. But deep down, Percy knew the worst was yet to come. Tartarus was a place of unimaginable horrors, and he was only scratching the surface.

But none of it mattered.

Because Percy Jackson was on a mission.

And nothing—nothing—was going to stop him from getting back to Annabeth.

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Percy stood still for a moment, panting, his sword dripping with the black ichor of defeated monsters. The horizon stretched endlessly in front of him, and somewhere in the distance, he could feel the pull of something dark, something ancient.

It didn’t scare him.

It only fueled the fire inside him.

But the shadows around him whispered back, their voices filled with malice, sending chills down his spine.

And deep within the darkness, something stirred, something powerful and ancient that had been waiting for him.
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Here's the question for this oneshot:

5. What does the name "Bob" the Titan stand for when Percy suggests it in The House of Hades?