Percabeth Oneshots

The Definition Of Us

By me.

Annabeth stood by the shore, her arms crossed as she stared out at the endless sea. The waves lapped against the rocks in rhythm, like they were answering to some call only she couldn’t hear.

But she knew who the call belonged to—him. Percy Jackson. The boy who made her heart race and her mind whirl in ways she couldn’t explain.

She heard footsteps behind her, a soft, familiar tread that she’d recognize anywhere. Without turning, she spoke.

“We can’t keep doing this, Percy.”

He stopped just a few feet away, the sea breeze tousling his dark hair. His green eyes were filled with determination and something softer—something only for her.

“Why can't you give up, Percy?” Annabeth asked quietly, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the waves. “We can't be together. Our parents—"

“Give up is not a word in my dictionary,” Percy cut her off, his voice steady. He stepped closer, his presence warm and grounding like the sea he commanded.

Annabeth clenched her fists, fighting the familiar warmth spreading through her chest. She turned to face him, her gray eyes stormy. “Well, then maybe you need a new one.”

“I can,” Percy said, his voice softening, “but the ‘world’ in my dictionary will always mean Annabeth Chase.”

Her breath hitched. He always knew what to say, whether it was in battle or when they were alone like this. And right now, he was breaking down every wall she’d tried to build.

“You can’t do this,” she whispered, her resolve faltering. “Percy, our parents are arch rivals. They have hated each other for millenia. They control our lives in ways we can’t fight.”

“I’ve been fighting the gods my whole life, Annabeth,” he replied, stepping closer until there was only a breath of space between them. “I fought through Tartarus for you. I’d fight through anything for you.”

Her heart was pounding now, the memories of everything they had faced crashing over her like the waves behind him. Tartarus, the war, the monsters. They had been through so much together. She knew he meant every word.

“You shouldn’t have to fight,” she murmured. “Not for me.”

Percy reached out, gently tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. “You’re not something I have to fight for. You’re someone I choose to fight for. Every time.”

Annabeth blinked rapidly, trying to keep her emotions in check. But it was impossible when he looked at her like that, when he said things that made her feel like maybe they could rewrite the fates themselves.

“And what if we can’t change anything?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “What if we’re doomed to follow in our parents’ footsteps?”

Percy’s hand slid down to take hers, his grip firm and comforting. “Then we make our own path. We’ve done it before, haven’t we?”

Annabeth stared into his sea-green eyes, the ones that held all the promises he’d ever made. She wanted to believe him. She did believe him. Percy wasn’t just any demigod—he was her demigod. The one who always came back, no matter what.

And if there was anyone who could defy the gods, it was him. And then he grinned, the kind of grin that could melt even the hardest of hearts.

Annabeth let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, here you are,” Percy teased, his thumb brushing gently over her knuckles.

“Here I am,” she echoed, her heart lighter than it had been in days.

The world might have been against them, their parents might disapprove, but standing here, together, Annabeth realized something.

They didn’t need anyone else’s permission to love each other.

“I’m with you, Seaweed Brain,” she said softly, squeezing his hand. “Always.”

Percy’s eyes sparkled as he pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

“Always.”