Percabeth Oneshots

Donuts & Drugs

By me.

Annabeth stormed into the living room, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. "Percy, did you eat all the donuts?"

Percy, sprawled out on the couch with his feet up, barely glanced away from the TV.

"Nope," he said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

Annabeth crossed her arms, her glare intensifying. "Are you sure about that?"

"Absolutely." Percy nodded, his eyes still glued to the screen, trying to look innocent. A little too innocent.

"Then why," Annabeth said slowly, "is there powdered sugar all over your pants?"

Percy froze. His head snapped down to look at his jeans, which were dusted with white powder like he'd rolled around in a donut factory. His eyes widened in horror, but his brain fired off one last desperate, ridiculous defense mechanism.

"That's cocaine," he blurted.

The room went so quiet you could hear the wind outside the window. Annabeth just stared at him, blinking.

"Cocaine?"

"Uh, yeah." Percy cleared his throat, suddenly regretting every life decision he'd made leading to this moment. "You know, dangerous city, shady business... I got... involved. Accidentally."

Annabeth blinked again, her expression a perfect mix of disbelief and pity. "So, you're telling me," she said, her voice slow and dangerously calm, "that you... got involved with the drug trade?"

Percy, panicking, nodded furiously. "Exactly. I didn't eat the donuts, I swear! I'm just... caught up in a cartel situation." He paused, hoping she'd believe him. "It's been a rough morning."

Annabeth stared at him for a long moment, then pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Percy, you're the Prince of the Sea. You control New York's waterways. You're telling me the best cover you could come up with for eating an entire box of donuts... is cocaine?"

Percy opened his mouth to respond but realized how absurd that sounded. He slumped back on the couch, defeated.

"Okay, fine. I ate the donuts. But you can't blame me! They were just sitting there, all innocent and sugary... calling to me."

Annabeth shook her head, biting back a smile as she pointed at the empty donut box. "And you thought lying about it would help?"

"To be fair," Percy grinned sheepishly, "it sounded better in my head."

Annabeth couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. "Cocaine, Percy? Really? You're an absolute idiot."

"But I'm your idiot," Percy said, flashing her a grin, powdered sugar still clinging to his face.

Annabeth smirked and leaned in, wiping some of the sugar off his cheek with her thumb. "You're lucky you're cute."

"I know," Percy said, beaming. "Does this mean you'll forgive me?"

Annabeth sighed. "You owe me a whole new box of donuts. And you're never allowed to lie again. Especially about powdered sugar."

"Deal," Percy said, pulling her onto the couch next to him. "But I still think cocaine was a decent excuse."

Annabeth laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. "Percy Jackson, master of terrible excuses."

"And donut heists," Percy added proudly.