Percabeth Oneshots

What If

Written by me.
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Annabeth Chase lay on the grassy hill beside the strawberry fields, staring up at the twinkling constellations. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the contours of her mother’s star, Athena’s owl, while her mind wandered to battles fought and lost, dreams shattered and rebuilt.

The cool autumn breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of saltwater, a subtle reminder of the sea nearby.

And him.

"Mind if I join?" came a voice, soft but unmistakably Percy’s.

Annabeth didn’t have to turn to know it was him. She felt his presence in the way the air shifted, in the way her heartbeat sped up just a little. He always had that effect on her.

"Sure, Seaweed Brain," she replied, her lips curling into a soft smile as he lay down beside her, their shoulders brushing.

For a moment, they said nothing, simply taking in the beauty above them. The stars had always been Annabeth’s comfort, her escape, and now, she shared that space with Percy.

"Do you ever wonder," Percy began, his voice low and thoughtful, "if the Fates ever get it wrong?"

Annabeth turned her head slightly, her blonde curls cascading over her shoulder as she studied him. His green eyes were focused on the sky, but there was something deeper in them, a shadow of doubt or fear.

"Why would you ask that?" she questioned, her heart tightening at the thought. They’d faced so much together—battles, monsters, near-death experiences—and through it all, she had always believed that their fate was intertwined. Unbreakable.

Percy exhaled softly. "I just—sometimes I feel like all of this… what if it wasn’t meant for us? What if we weren’t supposed to make it this far?"

Annabeth sat up slightly, propping herself on her elbow to look at him fully. She could see the weight of everything they had been through etched in his features, the weariness he tried so hard to hide.

"Percy," she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion, "we were always meant to be here. Together."

He turned to face her, his gaze locking with hers. "But what if—"

"No," she interrupted, her hand reaching for his. "Don’t. Don’t let the what-ifs get to you. We’ve survived everything the Fates have thrown at us because we’re stronger together. We always have been."

Percy squeezed her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You make it sound so simple."

"It is simple," she insisted, her voice fierce. "You and me, Seaweed Brain. No prophecy, no monster, no god can take that away from us."

The vulnerability in his eyes softened, replaced by something Annabeth knew all too well—hope. He gave her a small, lopsided grin, the kind that always melted her heart.

"You know," he said after a beat, "for someone who’s all about logic and strategy, you’re pretty romantic when you want to be."

Annabeth’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. "Maybe you’re rubbing off on me."

Percy chuckled, but then his expression turned serious again. "I just—sometimes I think about how close we came to losing it all. And I’m scared, Annabeth. Not of the monsters, not even of the gods. I’m scared of losing you."

The rawness in his voice, the way his words hung in the air between them, sent a shiver down her spine. Annabeth leaned in closer, her forehead resting against his.

"You won’t lose me," she whispered. "Not now, not ever."

Their lips met in a kiss that tasted of promises, of unspoken fears and unbreakable bonds. The stars above seemed to burn brighter, the universe bearing witness to the strength of their love.

When they finally pulled away, Percy rested his head against hers, his eyes closed, as if savoring the moment.

"Under the stars," he murmured, "just like you always wanted."

Annabeth smiled, her heart full. "And always with you."

For once, there was no looming battle, no prophecy to fear, no future to dread. Just the two of them, together, under the stars.