W.S imagines

percabeth

The set-up was perfect. Walker, Savannah, and Aryan sat side by side on a cozy couch, facing an enthusiastic interviewer and a small audience of fans for a live-streamed Percy Jackson press interview. The cast had just wrapped up filming for the first season, and the buzz about the show—and its relationships—was at an all-time high.

Walker adjusted his position, glancing at Savannah. She was seated in the middle, looking stunning as always, her professionalism masking the nerves she probably felt. Aryan, on the other hand, was his usual carefree self, lounging with a smirk that hinted he knew something no one else did.

The interviewer, a charismatic woman with an undeniable knack for stirring up drama, smiled as she leaned forward. "Okay, so we have to talk about Percabeth."

Savannah stiffened slightly, her cheeks turning pink, while Walker ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck. Aryan? He just burst out laughing.

"I knew it was coming!" Aryan howled, doubling over in his seat. "Oh, man, you guys are toast."

Walker shot him a glare. "Dude, chill."

But Aryan didn't stop. If anything, his laughter got louder. "I can't chill, Walker. Not when the universe just handed me this on a silver platter."

The interviewer, intrigued, arched an eyebrow. "Aryan, care to share with the class?"

"Nope," Aryan said, still grinning. "I'm just here for the chaos."

Savannah groaned softly, shifting in her seat. "Can we focus on the show, please?"

The interviewer smiled knowingly. "Of course, of course. So, Percabeth—Percy and Annabeth—has quickly become a fan-favorite ship. How did you two approach building their chemistry on-screen?"

Walker hesitated, his cheeks flushing deeper. "Uh, well... Savannah and I worked a lot on the scenes together. We really wanted to make sure the dynamic felt authentic, you know?"

Savannah nodded, trying to keep her composure. "Exactly. Percy and Annabeth's relationship is such a core part of the series, so we knew we had to do it justice."

"Right, right," the interviewer said, her tone playful. "And how much of that chemistry comes naturally?"

Aryan cackled again, slapping his knee. "Oh, you have no idea."

Walker shot him another look, his voice sharp. "Aryan."

"What?" Aryan said innocently, though his grin betrayed him. "I'm just enjoying the ride, man."

Savannah sighed, her face now beet red. "Ignore him. He's impossible."

"Impossible?" Aryan echoed, feigning offense. "Savannah, I'm wounded. All I'm doing is observing."

"Observing what?" Savannah challenged, crossing her arms.

Aryan leaned back, his smirk widening. "Oh, nothing. Just... certain behind-the-scenes dynamics."

Walker groaned, burying his face in his hands. "You're the worst."

"Thank you," Aryan said brightly, earning a laugh from the audience.

The interviewer, clearly enjoying the banter, decided to stoke the fire. "Okay, Aryan, since you're so observant, what's your take on Percabeth's chemistry?"

Aryan grinned devilishly. "Honestly? It's electric. Almost like they didn't even need a script."

Savannah looked mortified, her hands flying to cover her burning face. Walker, meanwhile, muttered, "I'm gonna kill you later."

"Don't worry," Aryan added, addressing the audience. "It's all professional. Mostly."

The room erupted in laughter, and even Rick Riordan, who had been sitting off to the side, chimed in. "Aryan, you might want to watch your back. I think Walker's plotting your demise."

Walker pointed at Aryan. "He deserves it."

Savannah, desperate to redirect the conversation, looked at the interviewer. "So, um, next question?"

The interviewer, clearly delighted, nodded. "Sure, sure. But before we move on—Walker, Savannah, do you two have a favorite Percabeth moment from the show?"

Walker hesitated, his mind racing. He thought about the countless moments they'd spent together on set, the way Savannah's laughter had a way of lighting up even the most stressful days. But he knew better than to say that out loud.

"Probably the scene where Percy and Annabeth get into that big argument," he said finally. "It was intense, but also kind of fun to film."

Savannah nodded, relief washing over her. "Same here. It was a challenge, but it felt really rewarding once we got it right."

Aryan, however, wasn't done. "Oh, come on, you two. That's your favorite? Not the other scene?"

"What other scene?" Savannah asked cautiously.

"You know," Aryan said, waggling his eyebrows. "The one where Percy and Annabeth..."

"Aryan," Walker warned, his voice low.

Aryan grinned. "Relax. I'm just saying, the fans are gonna lose their minds over that one."

Rick chuckled from his spot. "Aryan, you're having way too much fun with this."

"Can you blame me?" Aryan replied. "This is comedy gold."

The interview wrapped up shortly after that, but Aryan wasn't done teasing. As they headed backstage, he clapped Walker on the shoulder. "Man, you two are so obvious. It's hilarious."

Walker groaned. "You're impossible."

"And you're in denial," Aryan shot back, winking at Savannah. "Just wait until the fans figure it out. They're gonna go nuts."

Savannah sighed, shaking her head. "I don't know how we put up with you."

"You love me," Aryan said confidently.

Walker rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that."

As they walked off, Aryan's laughter echoed behind them, a reminder that some secrets were impossible to keep—especially with him around.