Percabeth Oneshots

Under Pressure

By me.

Annabeth sat beside Percy, her knees tucked up to her chest as she watched him, amused. She could sense the gears turning in his mind, the way his brow furrowed slightly whenever he was thinking about something.

After a few moments of silence, Percy spoke up, breaking the quiet with a sigh. "You know, Wise Girl, it's such a pity I’m not made of carbon."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to look at him. "Explain."

Percy glanced at her with that mischievous smirk she loved and hated at the same time.

"Well, think about it. If I were made of carbon, all the pressure the gods have put us through? I would've become a literal diamond by now."

Annabeth snorted, rolling her eyes. "You’re ridiculous."

"Am I wrong, though?" Percy tossed another stone into the waves, the surface rippling as it skipped along the water. "I mean, just look at everything we’ve been through. Titans, Giants, Tartarus... that's a lot of pressure for one guy."

Annabeth leaned back on her hands, smirking. "So you think you'd be a diamond right now?"

"I'd be shiny and indestructible. Perfect battle armor," Percy quipped, his sea-green eyes twinkling with amusement.

Annabeth laughed softly, shaking her head. "And here I thought you were already indestructible without the diamond part."

"Aw, Wise Girl, you think I’m tough?" Percy nudged her shoulder playfully.

She rolled her eyes again but smiled.

"You’ve survived more than most demigods. I’d say that makes you pretty tough."

"But still no diamond," Percy pouted dramatically, then added, "Although, I think I'd make a great necklace, right?"

Annabeth looked at him, amused but touched. "Don’t push it, Seaweed Brain."

He chuckled, falling silent for a moment before adding in a softer tone, "Sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever get a break, you know? The pressure... it’s always there."

Annabeth’s teasing smile faded as she met his gaze. "I know. But we’ll get through it."

Percy stared out at the ocean, the sound of the waves soothing some of the tension in his shoulders. "Yeah, I think I could handle any kind of pressure. Even god-levels of it."

Annabeth’s expression softened. She reached over, taking his hand in hers and squeezing gently. "You’re more than just a demigod, Percy. You’re... unique. And that’s what makes you strong. And that's also why you will get through"

Percy laughed, pulling her closer. "With you around, Wise Girl, I think I’ll survive anything."