AN: This series, as stated in the summary, will be a collection of one-shots in the Heroes of Olympus universe. (Or can be AU.)

Prompts are very much appreciated, but I will not do anything M.

I really do hope you enjoy, and that everything is alright. If not, please let me know, and let me know what exactly I did wrong instead of just a vague statement.

Thanks for clicking on my story, and even further thanks if you read it! :D

"That's the last one?" Sally asked. She turned to Annabeth. "Are you sure you packed everything?"

Annabeth laughed. "I'm sure, Mrs. Jackson. I pack lightly." She grabbed shoulder two of her four small (for a teenage girl) bags. "Thanks for dropping me off, anyway."

She was about to go for the last two, but Percy snatched them up. "Can I stay with Annabeth, Mom? Please? Help her unpack? Since her roommate won't be here until tomorrow."

"Of course, dear. I'll pick you up around noon." Sally shut the car's trunk. A keychain whirled around her finger. "But, just know, that since I have a key, I won't knock, so don't try anything."

With a pointed look at the horrified, blushing couple, she climbed into the red Prius and drove away.

"I'm going to pretend that she never said the last sentence," Percy announced.

"Agreed," Annabeth said. "We never speak of that again."

She pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth. "C'mon," she said. "I'm in room 307."

"Lead away, Wise Girl," Percy teased, knowing that she had already memorized the layout from the map she had gotten.

A bright smile spread on her face; that smile she reserved her him, the one that showed off that she had, in fact, adorable dimples. They hefted the bags into the dorms building and up three flights of stairs. As Annabeth inserted the key, Percy kissed the back of her head, just because he could.

The room was completely bear. It had two desks, two wardrobes, and two beds, one window, and the walls were painted light blue. There was a door off to the right; the bathroom, Percy presumed.

The bags were placed on the floor, and the demigods started to unpack. Her bags consisted of clothes, books, her laptop, and different papers and pencils for architecture stuff.

They were done in an hour, and Annabeth pulled out the architecture stuff for her redesign of Mount Olympus. She sat on her bed, notes and blueprints strewn on the blanket, her laptop perched on her lap.

Percy leaned over to stare at the screen, not too sure on what to do. Was he supposed to just…creep around her stuff? No, that probably wasn't good, especially since creep was in that sentence. Was it too early in their relationship for foot rubs? Did Annabeth even like them?

Gods, there needed to be a class for new boyfriends at Camp Half-Blood.

His stomach rumbled, and she gave him a teasing smile. "Hungry, Seaweed Brain?"

"Yeah," he said. "I'll go get a snack from the vending machine."

Her smile only widened. "Do you even know where it is?"

"Uh, no. How hard could it be?" He kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger, and she hummed her approval of his action. He mentally fist-pumped. Good idea, Jackson. Keep them coming.

"Uh-huh," Annabeth said when he pulled away. "Good luck."

It took Percy forty-five minutes to find the vending machine. And when he got there, he was crushed to figure out he didn't have enough money to get the potato chips he wanted.

Cursing over-priced prices, Percy walked back to Annabeth's dorm. He unlocked the door with the key she gave him, ready to rant, but what he saw caused him to fall inaudible.

Annabeth, a pencil tucked behind her ear, had dozed off. Her head rested on her hand. Percy leaned against the door, nearly sighing from how her impossible adorableness was constricting his chest.

Many times over had Percy fretted about Annabeth not getting a lot of sleep recently. The task of redesigning Olympus was keeping her up late many nights, and the dark circles under eyes were proof of that.

The door creaked under Percy's weight, and Annabeth jerked awake. Her hand immediately went to her belt, (where her knife was concealed under her shirt in case of monsters) but when she saw it was her boyfriend, she visibly relaxed and let out a puff of breath.

"It's just you," she said. "I thought you were a monster."

"Yeah, it's 'just me,'" Percy joked, a small smile playing on his lips.

Then he frowned, his brow creasing. "I'm sorry I woke you, Wise Girl," he said softly, shutting the door and walking over to her. "You should go back to sleep."

"Nah." She shook off her drowsiness, but Percy could see the way her eyelids drooped. "I've still got to design…redesign Aphrodite's temple, then she wants a statue for her son Eros. Hephaestus wants a new layout to his forage, and Dionysus wants a personalized archway leading into his garden. Plus, Mom…"

"…Would not you want you drilling yourself into the ground," Percy finished for her. He took the laptop from her hands and closed it, placing it to the side, even after Annabeth made that noise of protest he can never resist. His will was strong when it came to her well-being.

He slipped behind her, trapping her between his legs and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Pressing his lips to her ear, he whispered, "Sleep, Wise Girl."

She fought against him half-heartedly. "I don't need sleep," she insisted. The yawn at the end of her sentence didn't exactly help her cause. "What I need is for you to get off me so I can finish my wor–Gah…"

The last part was cut off when Percy nuzzled the sweet-spot right below her ear that always made her head loll back. This time it did not disappoint. Annabeth's head dropped against his shoulder; her neck completely exposed to him. He lavished the skin with feather-light kisses, bringing one of his hands up to massage her scalp.

He didn't know what to expect, but he had seen this in a movie once. If it had a chance of getting Annabeth some much-needed rest, then he'd try it.

Apparently the movie was correct, because Annabeth's eyes fluttered shut and her breathing slowly evened out. Percy glanced at her. That constricting feeling in his chest was back again, and this time it was ten times more powerful. It made it seem like he couldn't breathe, but then again, being next to Annabeth was like breathing oxygen for the first time.

It was confusing, really. But also…three stages past "really nice."

Percy moved his legs so that she was completely curled up against him, because he wouldn't move for the life of him, even if she was cold and wanted a blanket.

(Just kidding. Of course he'd get the blanket for her. Her wish was his command.)

He slowly rocked her back and forth, burying his face into her soft hair. Her shampoo smelled of lemons.

The door opened and his mom came in before he realized time had passed.

Sally had her hand covering her eyes. "Alright!" she said jokingly. "You guys better be decent, or–"

"Mom!" Percy hissed, a little harsher then intended. But she was being loud and might have woken Annabeth up.

"What…" Sally took her hand away from her face, and her expression softened. "Aww. That's adorable!" she cooed quietly, sensing the need for silence.

"Mom," Percy groaned, his face completely red. He stopped his rocking without noticing. Annabeth grasped his shirt a little tighter.

"I need a picture!" Sally said. She fished through her purse and pulled out her phone, snapping a shot of the couple. She forgot to turn the sound off, and the shutter sounded.

Annabeth blinked sleepily.

"Oh!" Sally exclaimed, recoiling slightly. She had a purely guilty look on her face, since she, too, knew how much Annabeth needed sleep. "Sorry, dear," she whispered.

"Wha…?" Annabeth muttered, dragging a hand over her face.

"Shh, shh, Wise Girl," Percy murmured in her ear. He started up the rocking again. "Everything's fine. Go back to sleep, yeah?"

She grunted, then buried her face back into Percy's neck. Her breathing evened out again.

"I'll call you when she wakes up, okay?" Percy said, turning back to his mom. "Then you can come and pick me up."

"Sounds good," Sally said. She moved behind the door, ready to shut it, but before she did, she gave him a pointed look and told him, "Remember. I have a key."

Percy ended up staying the whole night, rocking his girlfriend and staying awake until the wee hours of the mourning.

But that was okay with him. He'd stay up the rest of his nights if it meant Annabeth got the rest she deserved.

AN: I hope you liked! Notice that last line? I was thinking of a squeal where Annabeth tries to get Percy to sleep, but only if you guys want it.

Constructive criticism always appreciated and reviews always welcome!