Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

I Threaten Furniture With a WMD

Percy's POV

Grover and Annabeth crowded around the down and out (Y/N), ready to protect him from the next attack, at the cost of their lives if they had to, but Hades did not attack, instead he fell back on to his throne, grimacing at us.

"Lord Hades, wait," I said. "This is all a mistake." "A mistake?" Hades roared. "Did the boy attack me by mistake?" He said, his eyes flaring, "You come into my domain to blackmail and threaten me and suddenly this is all a mistake?"

The skeletons aimed their weapons. From high above, there was a fluttering of leathery wings, and the three Furies swooped down to perch on the back of their master's throne. The one with Mrs Dodds's face grinned at me eagerly and flicked her whip.

"There is no mistake," Hades said. "I know why you have come – I know the real reason you brought the bolt. You came to bargain for her." Hades loosed a ball of gold fire from his palm.

It exploded on the steps in front of me, and there was my mother, frozen in a shower of gold, just as she was at the moment when the Minotaur began to squeeze her to death. I couldn't speak. I reached out to touch her, but the light was as hot as a bonfire.

"Yes," Hades said with satisfaction. "I took her. I knew, Percy Jackson, that you would come to bargain with me eventually. Return my helmet, and perhaps I will let her go. She is not dead, you know. Not yet. But if you displease me, that will change."

I thought about the pearls in my pocket. Maybe they could get me out of this. If I could just get my mom free... "Ah, the pearls," Hades said, and my blood froze.

"Yes, my brother and his little tricks. Bring them forth, Percy Jackson." My hand moved against my will and brought out the pearls.

"Only three," Hades said. "What a shame. You do realize each only protects a single person. Were you counting on the boy's power being sufficient?" Hades smirked, gesturing to (Y/N), who still hadn't moved an inch.

"I should think not, he seems to have tired himself out. Try to take your mother, then, little godling. And which of your friends will you leave behind to spend eternity with me? Go on. Choose. Or give me the backpack and accept my terms."

I looked at Annabeth and Grover. Their faces were grim. "We were tricked," I told them. "Set up." "Yes, but why?" Annabeth asked. "And the voice in the pit –" "I don't know yet," I said. "But I intend to ask." "Decide, boy!" Hades yelled.

"Percy." Grover put his hand on my shoulder. "You can't give him the bolt." "I know that." "Leave me here," he said. "Use the third pearl on your mom."

"No!" "I'm a satyr," Grover said. "We don't have souls like humans do. He can torture me until I die, but he won't get me forever. I'll just be reincarnated as a flower or something. It's the best way."

"That's not happening, no matter how pretty you'd be as a daffodil." (Y/N)'s voice spoke. We turned, but his body was still laying there, unmoved. Beside it stood what looked like a shadow, it was projecting his voice and had a vague humanoid figure.

It was like someone had pulled his shadow off and left it roam free. "Boo. Anyone got a bedsheet handy." We all freaked out, understandably. Hades looked unimpressed. "He lives...what a shame."

"Sorry to disappoint, not dead yet, just took a step outside my body for some fresh air." I had a sudden urge to touch the ghost, Annabeth smacked my hand away. "I'll stay, I'll help your mom travel with you in my place." the ghost said.

"No." Annabeth drew her bronze knife. "You two go on with Grover, you have to protect Percy. You have to get your searcher's licence and start your quest for Pan. Get his mom out of here. I'll cover you. I plan to go down fighting."