Percabeth Oneshots

Legacy Of The Sea

Prompt Credit: WillTreaty225
By me.

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Chapter 1: Goodbye, Chaos

Mornings at the Jackson household were like surviving a mini quest, but with fewer monsters and more flooded bathrooms. Annabeth Jackson née Chase, once the Hero of Olympus, now had a much tougher mission: surviving his family’s morning routine.

“Luke!” Annabeth’s exasperated voice rang through the apartment. “If I find one more puddle, so help me, I’ll—”

“I’m not flooding the bathroom, Mom!” Luke yelled back, though the unmistakable sound of splashing water gave him away.

Percy sipped his coffee slowly, his sea-green eyes lazily scanning the kitchen disaster before him. The dishwasher was possessed again, spewing soap suds everywhere.

“Uh, Annabeth? The dishwasher’s at it again.”

Annabeth stormed into the kitchen, her hair still in a messy bun, eyes blazing like she was about to storm the gates of Olympus.

“Percy, we’ve talked about this! Fix. The. Dishwasher.”

“I did!” Percy said defensively, waving his coffee mug around. “At least I thought I did. Maybe it’s got a personal vendetta against me.”

Annabeth glared at him, but before she could retort, Luke slid into the kitchen, his socks soaked and his hair dripping wet. “Hey, uh, slight issue. The shower kind of… exploded?”

Annabeth groaned, throwing her hands up. “We’re leaving for Camp Half-Blood in twenty minutes, and this house is about to sink! Percy, get towels. Luke, go change. And both of you, please, for the love of the gods, stop messing with water!”

Percy leaned down to grab a towel, muttering under his breath. “Not my fault water likes us, Seaweed Brain Jr.”

Luke snickered, while Annabeth gave Percy a look that could turn monsters to stone. “What was that?”

“Nothing! Towels. I’m on it.”

After what felt like a lifetime of towels, half-hearted apologies, and Luke attempting to dry his hair by shaking it like a wet dog, they were finally ready to leave. Or maybe not.

“Mom, seriously, I’m fine! No one’s going to notice my socks at Camp Half-Blood.”

Annabeth shot him a look in the rearview mirror. “No son of mine is showing up to Camp Half-Blood with wet socks, Luke. You’ll thank me later.”

Percy chuckled, starting the car. “Trust me, bud. She’s right. Wet socks in combat are the worst. Ever tried fighting a Minotaur while squishing around in soaked sneakers? Not fun.”

Luke rolled his eyes but stayed quiet. He wasn’t sure what to expect from this whole camp situation. He had heard enough stories about it from his parents to last a lifetime, but being there? That was different.

As they neared the familiar landscape of strawberry fields and the borders of Camp Half-Blood, the chaotic energy in the car shifted to something more... anxious.

Luke fidgeted with his backpack while Percy and Annabeth exchanged nervous glances. When Percy parked the car just outside the camp’s magical boundary, Luke blinked.

“Wait… this is it? We’re just stopping here?”

Annabeth turned around in her seat, giving him a gentle smile. “We can’t go in with you. Camp’s for demigods, not for over-the-hill heroes like us.”

“Speak for yourself,” Percy muttered, flexing his arm like he was still in his prime. “I bet I could take a few newbies.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Percy, you threw out your back lifting a grocery bag last week.”

Luke snickered, but there was a touch of nervousness in his voice. “So… I’m going in alone?”

Annabeth softened, reaching back to squeeze his hand. “You’re not alone. You’re never alone. This camp... it’s your home now, just like it was for us. And you’re going to be amazing.”

Percy nodded, leaning over to ruffle Luke’s hair—his go-to dad move that never failed to annoy his son.

“Kiddo, you’ve got Poseidon and Athena blood running through you. If anyone tries to mess with you, just, I don’t know, flood their tent or hit them with a ten-page essay. You’ll be fine.”

Luke took a deep breath, nodded, and stepped out of the car. “Alright, alright. I’ve got this.”

“Of course, you do,” Percy grinned. “And hey, if you see Chiron, tell him I’m still waiting for that rematch from last summer. He totally cheated.”

Annabeth shook her head, amused. “You’re impossible.”

As Luke slung his bag over his shoulder and turned toward the entrance of Camp Half-Blood, he paused, looking back at his parents one last time. “You guys sure I’ll be okay?”

Annabeth smiled, eyes twinkling with pride. “Luke, you’re going to be more than okay. You’re going to change the world.”

“Just don’t blow anything up on your first day,” Percy added.

Luke smirked. “No promises.”

With that, he turned and walked toward the camp, his parents watching him disappear into the trees.

As soon as Luke was out of sight, Percy let out a deep breath. “Do you think we should’ve, you know, given him more advice? Or at least packed more towels?”

Annabeth leaned against the car, watching the path Luke had taken. “He’s fine. If anything, the camp isn’t ready for him.”

Percy laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, they have no idea what's coming.”

The two of them stood there for a moment longer, staring at the camp entrance, before climbing back into the car.

Luke was officially on his own.