PJO oneshots/ headcannons

30-- Okay, so-

You wanna know something?

The water from the fountain trickles down the side. Wind charms roll over each other. She's reading a book. And she's as beautiful as ever.

He likes this.

He loves the days that feel like this.

The days where nothing happens. Time has stopped. No one's in a hurry. They're in this moment and they're allowed to stay in this moment for as long as they want.

He's playing with her hand. Folding fingers one by one. Drawing patterns on her palm. He likes this. Lives for this. For her.

"Annabeth."

She curls into his side, leaning her head on his shoulder. Their legs are in a tangled mess. You can't tell where she ends and he begins. They're infinty.

"Annabeth."

"Hmm?" But she's not listening. She turns a page.

He takes a deep breath.

Well, you see - alright this is hard. Um-

The mirror stares back.

He doesn't look different. Eleven year old features. Sea green eyes. Wind swept black hair. Supposedly the good kind of messy hair. According to his mom anayway.

But he's still him. The same Percy.

Right?

Even if - even if he thinks that maybe - just maybe - the boy who always sat in front of him in algebra was kind of - kind of cute. Curly brown hair and really warm, sort of chocolaty eyes.

Kind of.

'Kind of' because boys don't think like that about boys.

What would Gabe do if he ever found out. Even if it was by accident.

Right.

His mom would get it. Probably. But it's hard enough admitting it to himself. He doesn't have that sort of courage.

Okay. I'm-

The words get stuck in his throat. Even though it's only a whisper.

Even though he's safe inside his bedroom. Even though no one's home. Even though he's fourteen and he'd just saved the world. He'd just saved his best friend and he'd saved the world. And he's hiding in his bedroom, inside blue walls, refusing to admit it to himself.

He falls back onto the bed. Hands instinctively creep up to the clay beads on his neck. Three counting.

It makes him think of home. Camp Half Blood. His first real home.

He says it. Says it to no one in particular. Says it to the blue walls. Only a whisper.

Something turns inside his stomach.

Then he thinks of Annabeth. Aphrodite's promise. Something else turns in his stomach.

Three beads counting.

See, the thing is. Actually-

"Actually, um."

She's waiting. As patient as ever. Smiling across the dining table because she knows he needs it.

"Urh-" he laughs nervously. His hands are suddenly sweaty and he wipes them on his jeans. Lived through two wars and still finds it ridiculously scary to tell his mother the truth - the only person who's loved him for who he is his entire life.

Or maybe that's the reason this is so frightening.

"Mom, you know how- well."

A hundred times in front of the mirror obviously wasn't enough.

"Tell me anything, sweetie. You know I love you."

A gentle reminder. Nudging against his crowded mind. A small solace.

"Okay." He tries again. "Well, you know how girls. Um. Girls usually like boys. And boys usually like girls."

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. But he keeps going.

"And, and some girls like other girls. And some boys like other boys. And I- I-"

Sally smiles. She's already next to him crushing him in a hug.

"I mean, I still love Annabeth. I love her so much. But I just thought you'd like to, you know-"

"I know." She kisses his cheek. "I love you."

His eyes feel prickley. He doesn't understand why. "I love you too, mom."

She dries his tears. She understands why. Long held secrets tear hearts on their way out, no matter how small the secret feels.

I just wanted you to know -

He takes a deep breath and lets it all out. He wraps his arms tighter around her and rests his chin on her shoulder. "Annabeth."

"Hmm?" Another page turns.

"You know how you think Francisco Lachowski is really hot? Like really, really hot."

"Hmm?"

He breathes out through his nose, purposeful and slow. "Would it be weird if I agreed with you?"

She finally looks up, twists in his arms, turns her head around and looks him in the eye. Sea green on grey. "Say that again."

"I think. Francisco Lachowski is really hot." If he wasn't holding onto her so tightly, he's almost positive his hands would have been a shaking mess.

"I think-" he continues. "I think I'm bi."

The most unnerving thing about Annabeth is simultaneously her most beautiful quality - how she never looks away when she's listening to you. How she's always looking through your eyes, into the clock works that make you spin.

He keeps going. "And I know that I love you. So, so, so, much. And that's not going to change."

She's smiling. It's more of a smirk really. A small twist at the edge of her lips. She smiles and she leans over. They're sitting close enough for her to kiss him comfortably. It's a short kiss. But it's all they need to tell each other: I get it.

"I love you too."

He laughs. Nerves spill out. He kisses her again.

All I'm trying to say is that I am nothing but myself.

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A/N

Ahhhhhhh!! Heeeeyy look who finally updated!!!

So this is just a little heacannon of mine (and apparently a lot of other people according to tumblr). Hope I did it justice, and hope you liked the read :)

(I didn't proof read it too much so I have no idea if it's any good, and tell me if there are stupid spelling mistakes anywhere)

I should prrooobbbably also tell u, updates are gonna be far and wide from here on. Because, well- school is a thing unfortunately. And I have exactly one more year of it left. So it's all going to be studying urgh.

But I promise I will be writing in every spare moment of inspiration. Definitely NOT disappearing off wattpad anytime soon. But if it makes u happy, feel free to pellet me with banana peels for the reaaaaalllllly long wait. Like, that REEAAAALLLLY long wait. (I am so sorry gods. I think I'll blame Calliope for the writer's block.)

On the bright side, at least I didn't kill anyone this chapter?

ANYWAY, I'll see you guys on the other side of the rainbow. (Rainbow. Gettit?) Or you know, whenever I update next :)

Love you all. Thanks for reading ♥

- xoxo