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18- Saturdays Are Better With Percabeth

(This chapter is dedicated to Tiadaughterofposiden for being the first person to vote/comment on this book. Thank you!)

Annnnd we're back, fresh from a commercial-filled week for another round of: Percabeth Cuteness From a Lame Writer! Get ready, folks, this story, set after the Giant War, is one that the author is particularly proud of, although no one can quite see why...

Anyway! Now, without further ado, we open on our first scene...

Percy smiled lazily. This was a good way to spend a Saturday, he mused, lying in his hammock and dozing in the bright summer sun. He had been this way for an hour already, and planned to stay this way for at least a couple more. 

Percy was just thinking of how nice it would be if Annabeth were here when something tackled him, pinning him to the suspended woven fabric. His eyes snapped open, but all he saw was blonde. 

Instantly, he relaxed, wrapping his arms around Annabeth and shifting over to give her more room.

"Hey,"she said happily, looking up at him. Percy smiled.

"Hello yourself," he replied, nuzzling her hair. It smelled good, with a hint of lemon. For a while, they just lay there, listening to the the wind in the trees. Then, with a small sigh, Annabeth rolled over and, burying her face into Percy's chest, closed her eyes.

Percy smiled softly, and slowly began to inch his leg out from under Annabeth. When it was free, he gently started to rock the hammock, pushing his foot against the grass.

'With any luck,' he thought sleepily, 'she'll stay asleep for a long time yet."

Then he, too, dozed off, with the wind rustling through the trees.

Hi!

I'm in love with this one. I'm saying that straight up.

Part of it is how Annabeth is just so innocent in this one, kind of playful and happy. It makes me melt, honestly.

Another part of it is just the mindless fluff that came from my brain when I wrote this. That is my undisputed favourite type of fanfiction; no plot, no angst, not even a scheming outsider glaring while Percabeth is being Percaperfect--

...

I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry for writing and publishing that last word. I don't know what I was thinking.

...

Well, I guess I'm not too sorry, because I wrote and published it.

ANYWAY

--Percabeth is being perfect and unshakeable. I really love the super fluffy, no worries, happy-'till-the-world-falls-down-around-us love that occasionally gets put out there. That is what makes me squeal and flap my arms around like a demented chicken.

...Again, I have no idea what my brain is doing. I think I'd better end this extremely long and unnecessary Author's Note before I do too much damage.

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Adio!

-Sara