Percabeth Oneshots

《 COPING 2.0 》

Yo. What up?

Uh, it's me again.

Um. This is another update. Who's proud of me for actually updating regularly? 🙋🏽‍♀️

This one shot was actually requested by a reader. Thank you so much bookworm02024 for the awesome idea.

But I was going back in the chapters to find the person who had suggested the idea and there was a winky face after "the night they get out of Tartarus" and um... I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind... if... if you know what I mean. Please let me know, because now I'm worried lmao.

Anyway, um so yeah. Thanks for waiting, please excuse any spelling errors and stuff; it is once again three in the morning. What can I say, I thrive in the AM. I guess you can say this one shot was made in the AM ahaha. Sorry my 1D phase from three summers ago is showing 😔

Anyway, uh SHOUT OUT TO aumas12  for commenting the correct answer to last chapter's trivia question. Nice job!

And yeah. Okay. Lemme know what you think of the one shot, I was a lil bit worried as to how to approach it because I think we all have different ideas of how their, uh, recovery?, would play out, but here's something along the lines of what I think would happen.

Leave me an idea if you have one, I'll do it eventually :)

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As soon as their guarding shift was over, Piper had practically pushed Percy and Annabeth down the stairs and begged them to sleep..

They reached the end of the hall, where their cabins were, and stood there, not sure what to do. They were both sure they couldn't possibly fall asleep without each other.

"Do you think-?" He started.

"Can you-?" She said at the same time.

She managed a small smile. "I'm gonna change and I'll go to your cabin?"

He sighed in relief. "Yeah."

He walked into his cabin for the first time since they had reached Rome and looked around. Everything was exactly the way he had left it, even the bed, which he had hastily made that morning.

He changed into a pair of sweatpants and pulled his shirt off, tossing it into his closet.

He turned and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. He winced at the bruises and cuts on his chest and arms. The cuts were already fading (the ambrosia and nectar he had eaten had certainly helped), but it was obvious he had lost a lot of weight.

There was a soft knock and Annabeth poked her head in before opening the door and slipping inside. She had changed out of her jeans and into a pair of shorts and a tank top.

He smiled at her, and she walked to his bed while he rummaged for a shirt in his closet. He found one, pulled it on and got under the blanket.

The bunk was small and they had to press together closely so Percy wouldn't fall off, but neither of them minded.

They had never slept in the same bed before (except for the night they slept in the stables, lwhich technically didn't count), especially not at Camp where it was against the rules. Despite that, she immediately snuggled close to him. His arm tightened around her waist and they stayed like that for a while, neither of them saying anything.

He knew she wasn't asleep, and he also knew that they both probably couldn't. After everything they had been through and seen, he couldn't stop imagining everything in his mind every time he closed his eyes. Especially not the horrors they had witnessed in Tartarus, and all the people they had lost...well, it wouldn't be easy to forget. He felt a crushing weight over his heart just thinking about it.