Love, Life, and Percabeth

by FluffyPatatoCat

A series of Percabeth one-shots, featuring the seasons and holidays and the like. Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. Rick Riordan does. He's also the guy that killed a really important ship, but we don't need to get into that... anyways, please check out my profile and review! Thanks for reading!

1. Summer

So... the first four chapters of this will be the four seasons. And then I might or might not do holidays, and if I do, I'll be taking suggestions on which ones to do.

And... we start with Summer!

Please review and stuff.

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It was a blissful summer evening. Annabeth Chase sprinted across the beach, kicking up small clouds of sand. Percy ran in front of her, laughing, tantalizingly close. Annabeth stretched her hand out, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.

"GOT-AH!" Annabeth yelled, tripping over a rock, sending them both sprawling. A crab crawled out from underneath the rock and glared at the pair of demigods.

"Sorry, Mr. Crab." Percy muttered. Annabeth poked him in the side. "Yeah?"

Annabeth threw a handful of sand in his face.

"Ack!" he yelped. "What was that for?"

Annabeth pouted. "That's for rubbing seaweed in my hair, stupid."

"Sorry." he grumbled.

She smirked. "Better."

They lapsed into a peaceful silence, watching the last few rays of the sunset filter through the clouds, hands intertwined. Annabeth unconsciously squeezed his hand, and when he squeezed back, the corners of her lips lifted.

"Seaweed Brain?"

He hummed in response.

She flipped over to face him. "You know I love you, right?"

"Mmmhmm." he murmured, absently twirling a strand of her hair. She lay her head down on his chest.

"That's not how you respond if your girlfriend tells you she loves you, you know."

He laughed softly and wrapped his arms around her.

"I love you too, Wise Girl."

And they fell asleep like that, Annabeth's snuggled into the crook of his neck, and Percy's arms wrapped around her waist.

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Aphrodite stared distastefully at the unconscious Apollo laying at the bottom of his sun chariot.

Honestly, he was a god. He should really learn how to defend himself.

Aphrodite noticed one of her nails was chipped, and put her hand on her forehead, sighing dramatically.

Oh, the things she did for Percabeth. She was the one who knocked Apollo out. She was the one who had to drive the broiling sun chariot. She was the one who assured there was a sunset beautiful enough for a romantic moment.

And on top of that, now she had to ward off the harpies so they could have a romantic nap, and hopefully some kisses in the moonlight.

Being a serious shipper had its issues.