Percabeth Oneshots

Seasons

Summer

Flower crowns and lemonade

Under a tree in the shade

Giggles and swimming

Tank-tops and cuddles

Summertime was Percy's favorite

Fall

Fluffy scarves and crunchy leaves

Excuse to cuddle for a cold breeze

Kissed noses and flannel

Boots and jeans

Fall was Percy's favorite

Winter

Watching snowflakes fall

Trying to count them all

Giant blankets and snowmen

Ice forts and hot cocoa

Winter was Percy's favorite

Spring

Winters last chill hanging around

Silly faces in a tree, hanging upside down

Baby rabbits and bright flowers

Everything green and promising

Spring was Percy's favorite

But looking back, it didn't matter where he was

Or what season it was, or even if he was feeling blue

Because nothing really mattered as long as he was with you

Annabeth looked up with tears in her eyes. A cry stuck in her throat, choking her. "Thank you Sally." she managed to whisper. She didn't make a sound after that. The blue draped coffin went up in flames and the spring flowers placed near it went too. All the letters and tokens were now ablaze. But still, Annabeth didn't make a sound.

Hugging her stomach, she walked to the shore. It was almost unfair how her Percy had been alive one minute and gone the next. One second he was smiling, then he was doubled over in pain as lethal poison pumped through his system. 

Annabeth gritted her teeth and fought back tears. It was meant for her. It was her drink Percy had taken a sip out of by accident. Someone knew that the way to make the son of Poseidon suffer was to destroy the two most precious things in the world to him: his Annabeth and his baby.

But it had taken Percy instead. The dark-haired seaweed brain had to go and die right at their table. She could still hear him pleading for her to stay back because the drink had spilled too. She could still feel him turning away from her kiss because there was still poison on his lips. Annabeth's throat was still raw from screaming.

The blond rubbed her belly to remind herself why she hadn't just kissed her love. Why she hadn't just gone with him. But the child in her needed to live. Their baby would grow in her nursery, be read to by just her mother, be driven to daycare by just her mother, have Christmas card photos with just her mother, be dropped off at the movies with friends by just her mother, do all the things life had to offer to her but just with a mother. Not with a father.

"It isn't fair," Annabeth whispered. "How am I supposed to do this on my own?" She wasn't sure what she was talking to her baby, the ocean, the gods, Percy. A sick feeling twisted deep inside as she imagined Percy being reborn, loving someone else, having a baby with someone else, growing old with someone else. 

Then a sweet sea breeze swept over her. It smelled like him. If she closed her eyes she could feel Percy standing with his arms wrapped around her, rubbing her belly gently. The baby kicked as if she felt it too. 

Holy frick guys i am so sorry this is so dang sad but i was just pouring my feels out in this one cause im hecka lonely and miss certian people

anyways have a blessed day lovelies

~Noot Noot