percabeth one shots

Chapter 33

Here's a Percabeth pic to fangirl over (that's okay, your not alone...I did too) obviously credit to the wonderful artist Burdge.

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This is probably the most ridiculous, very fictional, one shot I have ever written.

The first the Annabeth processed as she eluted from darkness was the cotton sheets around her body. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, smiling a little bit. She did not want to wake up for cabin inspections, not at all. Annabeth twitched slightly and felt something hard underneath her. Not her pillow. Annabeth went suddenly rigid and sat up straight. Gasping, she turned around to see a man with pitch black hair. She shrieked and stumbled out of bed.

"W-What-" Annabeth panted as she looked at the man. He shifted in his sleep, but didn't wake. Annabeth gulped looking down at her figure before blinking. What on earth was she wearing?! A large T-Shirt that fell to her thighs. She realized her hair was up in a bun, not the usual pony. Walking over the a mirror Annabeth's breathing hitched. She was older.

Not that older. But older, and, oh what the-

"Fuck." She gasped. She was tall, and grudgingly gorgeous. Her jawline, cheekbones, straight nose, bright grey eyes, eyebrows, plump natural pink lips. Her long gray painted nails touched her locks. Annabeth tugged at the scrunchy and her curls fell loose, looking so unnaturally beautiful and golden. Annabeth yelped and stumbled back. She opened the curtains, to see the light barely shining out in purple. She grimaced and turned on a lamp near by. Suddenly, totally forgetting about it too, the man groaned. Annabeth stopped breathing.

He sat up, blankets stopping at his hips. He rubbed his eyes with a yawn, long black locks messy. His arms were muscular and his figure was lean and tan. The man blinked until his piercing sea green eyes all to suddenly stared at her.

"Wise Girl?" He mumbled."Come back to bed. Is to early." He slurred.

"Who are you?!" Annabeth exclaimed to the super hot man. There was only one person who called her that. He looked reluctantly similar to her best friend but that couldn't be possible, Percy was fifteen. Then again she wasn't exactly fifteen anymore either.

The man frowned."What are you talking about?"

"Who. Are. You." Annabeth warned. No, this couldn't be Percy. Oh great, she didn't even have her dagger.

"Wow, Wise Girl, calm down here." The man said. He raised his hands up, his eyes awake and wide. "I'm Percy remember??" He started standing up and Annabeth widened her eyes when she saw he was freakin' naked.

"EW WHAT THE HELL! STOP!" She screamed. Annabeth didn't look anywhere but his eyes. Percy looked at her incredulously.

"First off, can I put my hands down? I'm getting tired. Second of all, why at you acting so...immature?" Percy exlciamed. Annabeth looked away when he got up. "You can look now."

"Where am I? What happened to camp?" She demanded.

"Wise Girl, camp is fine, safe. What's going on are you-" He started and widened his eyes. The sea green eyes of his turned dark and anxious. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Katie and I were on a quest to find Apollo's stupid jar and-" Then Percy surprised Annabeth when he started laughing. His eyes cheery again. "Why are you laughing!?"

"Your mind is in the future babe." Percy smirked, clearly amused.

"Babe?!" She shrieked.