Percy Jackson One-Shots(Editing)

Percabeth: Forever?

Once Annabeth and Percy found themselves cuddling on Percy's bed in his cabin, the soft light filtering through the portholes casting gentle shadows across the room. It was a rare moment of tranquility in their otherwise tumultuous lives as demigods.

Percy's cabin, typically serene and filled with the comforting scent of the sea, was a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of Camp Half-Blood. Unlike Annabeth's cabin, which was often filled with the chatter of her siblings and the clang of swords against shields, Percy's cabin was a sanctuary of solitude.

As they lay entwined on his bed, Annabeth found herself enveloped in the familiar scent of saltwater and seaweed that clung to Percy's cabin. It was a scent that she had come to associate with safety and comfort, a reminder of the vast ocean that had shaped Percy into the hero he had become.

Lost in the quiet of the cabin, Annabeth's thoughts drifted to the scars that adorned her skin, souvenirs of battles fought and victories won. Her fingers traced the jagged lines that crisscrossed her arms, a constant reminder of the dangers they faced as heroes of Olympus.

In the quiet of the cabin, Annabeth's doubts began to surface, her insecurities bubbling to the surface like ripples on the water. She turned to Percy, her voice barely more than a whisper, "Am I pretty?"

Percy's brows furrowed in confusion, his sea-green eyes searching hers. "What kind of question is that, Annabeth?"

She hesitated, her gaze dropping to her hands. "I mean, with all these scars... Do you still find me attractive?"

Percy's heart clenched at the vulnerability in her voice. He reached out, gently tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Annabeth, you're not defined by your scars. They're a part of who you are, a testament to your strength and courage. And yes, I find you beautiful, scars and all."

Annabeth felt a lump form in her throat, overwhelmed by Percy's unwavering love and acceptance. But her doubts lingered, a nagging voice in the back of her mind questioning her worth.

"And what about forever?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Will you be with me forever?"

Percy's expression softened, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from her cheek. "Annabeth, I don't know what the future holds, but I do know that I want to spend every moment I can with you. You're my partner, my best friend, and I can't imagine my life without you."

Her heart swelled with emotion, a warmth spreading through her chest at his words. But before she could respond, another question tumbled from her lips, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "And if I walked away... would you cry?"

Percy's gaze softened, a look of understanding passing between them. "No, I wouldn't cry," he said softly. "But not because I don't care. Because I would be too busy chasing after you, begging you to come back. Because I can't bear the thought of being without you."

Annabeth's eyes brimmed with tears, but this time, they were tears of relief, of love, of acceptance. She leaned into Percy's embrace, her heart finally at ease.

"You're my home, Percy," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet of the cabin. "And no matter what happens, I'll always come back to you."

Percy held her close, his arms wrapped around her in a silent promise of forever. And as they lay together in the dim light of the cabin, surrounded by the echoes of their past and the promise of their future, Annabeth knew that she was exactly where she belonged-

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EDITED: 5/4/24

-WITHLOVECLARY