Percabeth Oneshots

Late Night Slip

By me.

Late one night, the Athena cabin was quiet, with only the soft scratching of quills breaking the silence. Percy sat across from Annabeth, his head resting lazily on his arm as she sketched out a blueprint for something he couldn’t even begin to understand.

They had spent hours talking about their latest quest and what could possibly come next, laughing about their victories and groaning over their injuries. Now, exhaustion weighed heavy on them both.

"Percy, you're falling asleep on me," Annabeth teased, her eyes glinting with amusement as she looked up from her work.

"Not my fault," he mumbled, barely lifting his head. "You work too hard."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Someone has to think things through."

Percy chuckled softly but yawned right after. It was really late, and despite wanting to stay longer, he knew he had to head back to his cabin before Chiron came around checking on the campers.

"Alright, Wise Girl, I should go," he said, pushing himself to his feet sluggishly.

Annabeth didn’t respond right away, lost in thought as she glanced at her sketches, but she gave a nod. "Yeah, probably."

Percy grabbed his things, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, his brain barely functioning from exhaustion. As he walked to the door, he turned around and smiled lazily at Annabeth.

"Night, Annabeth, love you," he mumbled, his words slipping out without a second thought.

"Love you too, Percy," Annabeth replied absently, not even looking up from her papers.

Percy left the cabin, his feet dragging across the ground as he made his way back to Poseidon's cabin. He opened the door, stumbled inside, and collapsed onto his bunk.

For a few seconds, everything seemed normal as he closed his eyes, ready to sleep. But then, like a lightning bolt, the conversation replayed in his head.

Wait... what?

His eyes flew open.

Did I just... did she...

Percy sat up so fast he nearly fell out of his bed. I told her I loved her? And she said it back?

His heart raced, and suddenly, he was wide awake. What did that even mean? Did she mean it? Did he mean it? Was it just something they said out of habit, or—?

Across the camp, Annabeth had stopped in her tracks too. The realization of what she'd said—what Percy had said—hit her like a tidal wave. She blinked, staring down at her blueprint but no longer seeing anything.

Her face flushed, and she bit her lip, wondering if Percy had noticed. Would they talk about it? Was it something to be worried about?

Both of them lay in their beds that night, thoughts swirling, but neither of them willing to bring it up - yet.

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Here's the question for this oneshot:

10. How did Jason Grace get the scar on his lip, as described in The Heroes of Olympus?

Answer the question and drop off a prompt in the comments section.