Percabeth Oneshots

Head-Over-Heels

By me.

Percy Jackson had a crush—a big, undeniable, head-over-heels crush on Annabeth Chase. He didn't just like her; he was hopelessly, stupidly, unmistakably in love. 

And somehow, everyone at Camp Half-Blood knew it...except, of course, Annabeth.

It had all started a few months ago, when he realized that spending time with Annabeth wasn't just fun—it was something he looked forward to more than anything else in his day. 

Whether it was sparring, monster planning, or even just sitting together by the campfire, Percy found himself watching her, memorizing her every move. And he wasn't exactly subtle about it.

"Hey, Jackson," Travis Stoll smirked, nudging Percy during breakfast. "You dropped something."

Percy glanced around, confused. "Huh? I didn't drop anything."

"Yeah, you did," Travis insisted. "Your jaw, right there on the floor. Probably when you were staring at Annabeth."

Percy flushed, shooting Travis a glare. But as he looked around, he noticed other campers stifling laughs, whispering among themselves. Percy shifted in his seat, feeling exposed. 

Was it that obvious?

Apparently, yes. He caught a glimpse of Annabeth, who was chatting with her siblings at the Athena table, blissfully unaware of the attention he was giving her. 

She had that focused, determined look on her face, talking passionately about some architecture idea she'd been sketching. Percy felt his heart melt.

The real struggle was when he tried to talk to her. Percy wasn't exactly smooth at the best of times, but around Annabeth? 

All coherent thought flew out the window.

"Uh...hey, Wise Girl," Percy mumbled one afternoon, catching up to her as she exited the library.

Annabeth looked up, flashing him a friendly smile. "Hey, Seaweed Brain. What's up?"

"Uh, nothing. I mean, not nothing. I was just...um..." He scratched the back of his neck, scrambling for a reason he'd come over. "Did you, uh, get lunch yet?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Lunch? Percy, it's three o'clock."

"Right. Of course it is." He laughed awkwardly. "Just...wanted to make sure you're eating. You know, brain food. For the...brain."

Annabeth gave him a strange look, clearly amused but confused. "Thanks, but I think I've got it covered." 

She held up an apple she'd been munching on, and he nodded as if it was the most brilliant thing he'd ever seen.

The other campers, though? They were eating this up. Grover sighed dramatically as Percy recounted yet another "conversation" he'd attempted with Annabeth.

"Percy," Grover said, "you have to tell her. She's smart, but even she isn't going to figure this out without some kind of hint."

"I'm being obvious enough, don't you think?" Percy said, frustrated. "She has to know!"

"Percy, she thinks you're trying to be a good friend," Grover replied. "Not trying to, you know, marry her."

Percy buried his face in his hands, groaning. He didn't want to admit it, but Grover was right. All his efforts, all the sideways glances and awkward compliments, had just made him look like an overenthusiastic friend. 

He knew he had to do something about it, but every time he tried, he chickened out.

Days passed, then weeks, and he still couldn't bring himself to confess. Every time he saw Annabeth, his heart would pound, his hands would sweat, and all rationality would evaporate. 

It wasn't until the annual campfire sing-along that Percy's secret finally, dramatically, hilariously spilled.

Percy was playing around with a group of campers, joking about their latest quest, when someone dared him to stand up and sing a solo. 

Percy, feeling the pressure of a large audience, panicked and chose the first song that came to mind—a song he'd secretly imagined himself singing to Annabeth someday.

As he began, it wasn't long before he got lost in his thoughts, pouring his feelings into the song. His voice wasn't great, but there was a raw honesty that resonated in the crowd. He finished, cheeks flushed, and noticed everyone staring at him with wide eyes. 

Including Annabeth.

"Uh, Percy?" Annabeth called out, her voice hesitant but holding a small, hopeful smile. "Were you...was that song...?"

Percy felt his face go bright red. "Y-yeah," he stammered, staring down at his feet. "It was...about you. I mean, for you. I mean, because of you."

For a split second, Annabeth looked as if she were trying to figure out if this was a joke. But then her expression softened, and she came closer, lightly placing a hand on his arm.

"Seaweed Brain," she whispered, a gentle smile on her face. "You could have just said so."

He blinked. "Wait, so...you knew?"

She shrugged, laughing softly. "Not entirely, but I was hoping."

Percy's heart did a somersault as he met her gaze. "So...does that mean...?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Yes, Seaweed Brain." She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "It means yes."

And as the entire camp erupted in cheers and wolf whistles, Percy realized that maybe being stupidly in love had been worth it all along.