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Annabeth x Reader - I'd Rather Not

ehe...

Im back??
So, I had lost motivation for the other oneshot, so now I'm here bc ideas have come to me for once. time to speedrun writing

ALSO DID YOU KNOW THAT IN SPACE WITH MARKIPLIER COMES OUT TOMORROW ITS FREE ON YOUTUBE YOU SHOULD WATCH IT WHEN IT PREMIERES

I might change this to a oneshot book in general, bc I'm not the most avid fan of PJO and some other things, and it's harder for me to write for PJO stuff, but Im getting more and more into egos and shit like that, so I might just make this a oneshot book of multiple fandoms, if you guys are fine with that :D

Ok, now I'm done, time to write ig (for once)

-Info-

Pronouns used - They/them
Request - ha no
Idk reader's age, around 18 ig
TW: Swearing, knives, blood, flirty reader (maybe), sexual innuendo

/Y/N's POV\

Now, I have no clue how I got here, don't even try asking me. Just know some shit went down, and now I'm here.

Should I back up?

Nahhh.

Fine, I will.

So basically, I got into another fight with some people at school, because they were being idiots, and all of a sudden, big ass guys walked over and started defending them, then tried to hit me, so I hit them first! Of course, it didn't do much, and they punched me back. Now I have a bloody nose, and the big ass dudes are chasing after me, shouting some unintelligible shit at me, maybe in another language? It sounds old. 

I felt something whoosh past my forearm, and winced as I felt it gaze there. I looked down to see blood slowly leaking from the cut, the crimson liquid flowing down onto my hand.

"Fuck." I murmur and whip my head around to see one of the guys with some throwing knives.

What the fuck? Why would they have goddamn throwing knives?

I turn back around, just in time to narrowly avoid being hit in the face by a random pole on the sidewalk. I turn into an alleyway and bump into someone, hard.

Next thing I know, I'm on the ground, face first, a knife to my throat, and someone standing over my back.

"Ah-" My breath leaves my body as I'm slammed into the ground.

"Who are you?" The person says to me, still above me.

I let out a cough, and answer weakly, "Wouldnt you like to know?"

They look up, and I hear the pounding of footsteps. They seem to be less focused on me, so I slide out from under them and stand up quickly.

They run out of the alleyway, and I hear yelling. I decided to try to escape, not wanting to deal with that, but before I can, I feel a knife latch onto my shirt and slam itself into the wall, trapping me in place.

The person walks back, and it's eerily quiet now. They walk up to me, holding a dagger in their hand.

"Could you put that knife down?" I ask.

"I'd rather not. Now answer, who are you?" They glare at me.

"Y/N. A pleasure to meet you, love." I wink, and they stiffen up, obviously surprised.

"I- don't think that you're in a place to be flirting with me." They say, trying to keep their composure.

"Well, seeing as I'm pinned to the wall, anyone staring at us from the front would think that we're doing something," I smirk as they get even more flustered.

They stumble over their words but end up noticing my wound.

They sigh and rummage through their bag, before pulling out a medkit. They pull out a bag of squares, and some sort of honeyish-looking liquid. They hand me a square, and a little bit of the honey.

"Have this. It'll help." I look at them suspiciously, before grabbing the food and eating them warily. I feel immediately better, and try to get more, but they take it away. They let out a sigh, and take the dagger out of my shirt. I slide down, before looking up at them.

"I guess I should introduce myself," They hold out their hand. "I'm Annabeth Chase, and it's time I show you your home."

part two maybeeee????

its kinda awkward for me to write  a flirty reader bc im not flirty, but y'know, i can do what i want

might make a part two, god knows if i will

(no more word count bc lazy :DD)