A Percabeth Oneshot
He was unpredictable. Except for when it came to his loyalty. Then he was too loyal, too predictable, to vulnerable.
He challenged the War God, almost beat him, to save his mother.
He sailed monster-infested waters, and fought a blind Cyclops, to save his best friend.
He held up the sky, for her.
He got blasted outta a volcano, for her.
He almost swam to his death, for her. [and she saved him.]
He drank poison to remember more than just her name.
He let go of the ledge, for her; to be with her.
He went through hell and back, with her, for her.
They made it out, for each other.
She was too calculating, too logical. Except when it came to him. Then she was too spontaneous, too impulsive.
She took care of him, even with his drool; she rode the tunnel of love ride with him, 'spontaneously'.
She 'impulsively' kissed him on the cheek.
She 'spontaneously' jumped onto the manticore, to save him.
She 'impulsively' kissed him and disappeared.
She 'spontaneously' took a knife for him.
She 'impulsively' judo-flipped him, and threatened him not to leave her again.
She 'spontaneously' dropped her dagger into the water, knowing he would come.
She 'impulsively' let herself fall through with him.
She 'spontaneously' begged the giant and the titan to save him.
She 'impulsively' went through hell and back, with him.
They made it back, for each other.