Percabeth Oneshots

The Art of Rule-Breaking

By me.

Jason squinted at the chaotic scene in front of him. Half the campers were building the pavilion the way Annabeth had instructed… the other half looked like they were participating in a game of “How Many Ways Can We Mess This Up Before Annabeth Notices.”

Wood planks scattered everywhere, one camper was accidentally hammering nails into the ground, and another was attempting to use a saw as if it were a sword.

Annabeth, of course, was calm. Far too calm for someone who took rules as seriously as she did. She wasn’t yelling, wasn’t freaking out—just directing traffic with the patience of a saint.

Jason crossed his arms. “With how often Annabeth talks about rules, I’d think she’d be more upset with all this.”

Percy, sitting next to him on a stack of unused planks, snorted so loudly it almost startled Jason. “Oh, come on. Annabeth only learns the rules so she can break them more efficiently.”

Jason blinked, completely taken off guard. “Wait—what?”

Percy waved a hand as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Dude, trust me. Annabeth doesn’t care about rules. She just pretends to so no one suspects her when she totally breaks them.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, completely confused. “But she’s always quoting, like, ancient laws, or architect codes, or—”

“Exactly!” Percy interrupted, leaning forward like he was about to share some top-secret demigod wisdom. “She quotes the rules to make it look like she follows them. But secretly? She’s planning how to use every loophole in the book.”

Jason stared at him. “Annabeth? Loopholes?”

“Jason,” Percy said, dead serious. “I’ve seen her talk her way through the most ridiculous situations. One time, she convinced a traffic cop to thank her for speeding because she found some old maritime law that said she was technically allowed to break the limit.”

Jason burst out laughing. “You’re kidding.”

Percy smirked. “Not even. And don’t get me started on what she pulled during our exams at Camp Half-Blood.”

Jason leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “What’d she do?”

“Okay, so we were taking these written tests on Greek monsters, right?” Percy started, barely able to keep a straight face. “And she found a way to challenge the format of the test—like, she told Chiron that the question order wasn’t ‘historically accurate,’ so she rewrote the test herself.”

Jason blinked, trying to process that. “Wait—she rewrote the test?”

“Oh yeah,” Percy said, grinning. “And the best part? Chiron agreed with her.”

Jason shook his head, chuckling. “That’s insane.”

Percy grinned wider. “You’ve seen nothing. Back on the Argo II, she re-routed the ship's navigation system and totally ignored her own guidelines for what the gods wanted. Leo asked her how she got away with it, and she was like, ‘I made the rules. I decide when to break them.’”

Jason laughed so hard he nearly fell off the plank. “I can’t believe it.”

Percy leaned back, crossing his arms smugly. “Annabeth Chase: the queen of rule-breaking. She just makes it look smart.”

Jason looked over at Annabeth, who was calmly explaining to a camper how to properly use a hammer without accidentally hitting themselves. “But she’s always so... serious about rules.”

Percy rolled his eyes. “That’s the cover! She makes everyone think she’s a rule-abiding genius, but really, she’s a chaos mastermind.”

Just as Jason was about to respond, Annabeth’s sharp voice cut through the noise.

“Jason! Percy! Stop sitting around and help, or I’ll make you build this thing from scratch alone.”

Jason shot Percy a look. “She’s yelling at us. You sure she’s a rule-breaker?”

Percy smirked, getting up. “Trust me, by tomorrow, half the plans will be ‘revised’—aka, she’ll break her own rules and call it a ‘creative adjustment.’”

Annabeth approached, hands on her hips, glaring at the two of them. “You two done chatting or do I need to remind you of the work schedule?”

Jason raised his hands in mock surrender. “No need, boss. We’re on it.”

Percy, meanwhile, just grinned. “By the way, Wise Girl, how many rules are you planning on breaking today?”

Annabeth gave him a smirk that screamed danger. “Depends. How many do I need to break to get this done faster?”

Jason stared at her in disbelief as she walked away, perfectly calm, perfectly confident.

Percy clapped him on the shoulder, chuckling. “Told you. She’s got this down to an art.”