Percabeth Oneshots

Seaweed Brain Chronicles

By me.

Percy held the phone to his ear, pacing back and forth as the sound of ringing echoed on the other end. He bit his lip, glancing around nervously.

There was a brief shuffle before Annabeth's voice came through, sharp and filled with the unmistakable tone of someone who had been interrupted during something important.

"Hello?" she answered.

Percy took a deep breath. "Hey, Annabeth. It's Percy."

There was a pause.

"What did he do this time?" Annabeth asked, her voice flat.

Percy blinked, thrown off. "Uh, no. Wise Girl, it's me, Percy."

Another pause. Then, more slowly, "Oh... okay. What did you do this time?"

Percy sighed dramatically, dragging a hand through his messy black hair. “Why do you always assume I did something?”

“Experience,” Annabeth replied dryly. “So, what happened? Monster? Did you accidentally flood the apartment again? Did you and Leo set something on fire?”

“Okay, that one time with the bathroom flood wasn’t my fault—"

"Percy."

"...Or, well, entirely my fault. And Leo’s fire incident doesn’t count because technically it was ‘controlled chaos’—”

“Percy.”

“Alright, alright!” He stopped pacing, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “So, maybe I kind of... unleashed a Kraken. On accident!”

He could practically hear Annabeth facepalming on the other end. “A Kraken, Percy? On accident?”

“It was a small Kraken! Tiny! Harmless! Baby-sized!” Percy emphasized, flailing his arms even though she couldn’t see him.

Annabeth groaned. “Percy. Kraken-sized-anything is not ‘baby-sized.’”

“In my defense, it was just chilling in the East River,” Percy reasoned. “And—wait, you didn’t ask why I unleashed it.”

“Do I even want to know?” she muttered under her breath, though he could tell she was trying to stifle a laugh.

“Well,” Percy said, straightening up as if his story would sound more impressive if he stood tall. “I was trying to help Poseidon clean up his underwater realm. You know, clear out some old junk, sweep up some coral—standard ocean demigod duties. And then, um... I found a box.”

Annabeth let out a long breath. “Of course, you found a box.”

“A magical box! With a label in ancient Greek that said ‘do not open unless you want a Kraken.’” He paused, then added quickly, “But to be fair, I read it after opening the box.”

Annabeth groaned louder this time. “Percy!”

“I thought it was treasure!” Percy defended. “Turns out it was just Kraken juice.”

“Kraken juice?”

“Yeah, like a Kraken-in-a-can. You open it, and poof! Baby Kraken. Surprise!”

There was a long silence, and then Annabeth finally burst into laughter. Percy smiled, relieved.

“See? It’s not that bad.”

“Percy,” Annabeth said between giggles, “you’re going to be the death of me. But I’ll give you credit—only you could turn cleaning into a Kraken release party.”

“I have many talents,” Percy grinned.

“And now you get to fix this. Without accidentally summoning anything else from Poseidon's collection of mystical sea creatures, okay?”

"Promise!" Percy said, crossing his heart.

“Good luck,” Annabeth sighed. “And for the record, the next time you open a mysterious box, I’m leaving you in Tartarus.”

“Noted,” Percy chuckled. “Love you, Wise Girl.”

“Love you too, Seaweed Brain,” she said affectionately, before hanging up.

Percy pocketed his phone, glancing down at the tiny, still-growing Kraken in the river.

"Alright, little buddy," he said, clapping his hands. "Let's get you back to Poseidon's garage before Annabeth finds out just how big you can get."

The Kraken gurgled in response, and Percy sighed.

Another day in the life of Percy Jackson.