Percy Jackson One-Shots(Editing)

Percabeth: Safe and sound

The night was eerily quiet, the only sound in the darkened room the soft rustle of Luke's crib sheets as he slept peacefully. But for Annabeth, sleep remained elusive, her mind plagued by haunting memories that lurked just beneath the surface of her subconscious.

As she lay in bed beside Percy, the weight of her nightmares pressed heavily upon her chest, threatening to suffocate her in the darkness. Images of Tartarus flashed behind her closed eyelids, the suffocating darkness, the echoes of tortured souls, the relentless torment that had once been her reality.

With a gasp, Annabeth jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to shake off the remnants of her dreams. For a moment, she was disoriented, the lines between reality and nightmare blurred in the dim light of the room.

But then she heard it—the soft, plaintive cry of her baby, the sound cutting through the fog of her terror like a lifeline. With a sense of relief, Annabeth realized she was no longer trapped in the depths of Tartarus, but safe in her own home, surrounded by the warmth of her family.

Quickly, she untangled herself from the sheets and made her way to Luke's nursery, her heart still racing with the remnants of her nightmare. As she entered the room, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated her son's tiny form, casting shadows across his sleeping face.

"Shh, darling, Mama's here," Annabeth whispered, her voice a soothing murmur as she scooped Luke into her arms. Instantly, his cries began to subside, his small body seeking comfort in the familiar warmth of her embrace.

Rocking him gently back and forth, Annabeth felt the tension slowly drain from her body, replaced by a sense of calm as she focused on the rhythm of her movements and the steady beat of Luke's heart against her chest.

As she hummed the familiar lullaby, the last traces of her nightmare began to fade, replaced by the soft melody of the song and the gentle rise and fall of her son's breathing. In that moment, surrounded by the quiet stillness of the night, Annabeth felt a sense of peace wash over her, chasing away the lingering shadows of her fears.

"Just close your eyes," she sang softly, her voice barely more than a whisper as she cradled Luke in her arms, "You'll be alright. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound."

As Annabeth continued to hum the lullaby, she felt the tension slowly melting away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. Luke's cries had ceased, his tiny form nestled against her chest, his breaths coming in soft, steady rhythms. In the dim light of the nursery, she rocked him gently back and forth, her mind drifting back to the nightmare that had startled her awake.

She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the recesses of her mind, the echoes of Tartarus still haunting her thoughts. It had been years since they had faced the horrors of the underworld, but the memories remained etched in her soul, a constant reminder of the darkness they had endured.

But as she looked down at Luke's sleeping face, a surge of determination swept through her. She may have faced unimaginable horrors in her past, but she refused to let them define her future. She was a survivor, a warrior, and she would do whatever it took to protect her family.

With a soft sigh, Annabeth pressed a gentle kiss to Luke's forehead, her heart overflowing with love for her son. "I promise to keep you safe, little one," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air. "No matter what dangers may come, Mama will always be here to protect you."

As Annabeth hummed the lullaby and cradled their son in her arms, Percy watched from the doorway, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He marveled at the sight before him—his wife, the love of his life, and their beautiful son, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.

But beneath the surface of his happiness, Percy couldn't shake the lingering unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. Annabeth's nightmare had startled him awake, a stark reminder of the dangers they had faced in their past. He knew all too well the horrors of Tartarus, the darkness that had threatened to consume them both.

As he watched Annabeth soothe their son with gentle words and tender touches, Percy couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He wished he could protect them both from the nightmares that haunted their dreams, shield them from the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

But even as the doubts gnawed at him, Percy knew that he couldn't dwell on the past. They had faced unimaginable challenges together and had emerged stronger for it. He had learned to draw strength from Annabeth's unwavering resolve, her fierce determination to protect their family at all costs.

With a soft sigh, Percy stepped into the nursery, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He crossed the room in silent footsteps, coming to stand beside Annabeth as she rocked their son back and forth.

"You're doing great, Wise Girl," he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

Annabeth smiled up at him, her eyes shining with love and exhaustion. "Thanks, Seaweed Brain," she said, leaning into his touch.

Percy wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they stood together in the moonlit nursery. In that moment, surrounded by the ones he loved most in the world, Percy felt a sense of peace wash over him.

He knew that they couldn't erase the scars of their past, but they could face the future together, united in their love for each other and their son. And as they stood together in the quiet of the night, Percy made a silent vow to protect his family with everything he had.

As Annabeth finished the lullaby and placed their son back in his crib, Percy pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, his heart overflowing with love for her. "I love you, Wise Girl," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth replied, her voice soft and filled with warmth.

And as they climbed back into bed, wrapped in each other's arms, Percy felt a sense of gratitude wash over him. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, stronger than ever before. And as he drifted off to sleep, Percy knew that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that came their way.

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EDITIED: 5/4/2024