Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

We Do Some Arts and Crafts

(Y/N)'s POV

As it turns out, people don't like it when you force them to kneel to monsters who as far as they were concerned had invaded their home. There was an uproar after dinnertime that day. Of course, it fell to Tantalus to decide my punishment.

He banned me from the chariot race and other camp activities, which I could have suffered through, until he added the extra condition that since the winner of the chariot race wasn't going to do their chores, I was going to have to do it for them.

He said it was a way of saying 'sorry' to the camp. "Well, I'm not sorry." I said, Tantalus grit his teeth. I proposed a counteroffer that to my surprise, he took.

I offered that if he let me join the chariot race and I lost, I'd do the chores, no whining, no complaining. But if I won. He was the one who had to do my chores for as long as he was in the camp.

He took the deal, under the stipulation that I couldn't have help from any other campers, which is how I ended up spending my afternoons surrounded by the 'materials' he had provided me, forcing it into something that vaguely resembled a chariot.

Do you know how hard it is to make a chariot capable of supporting your weight while still making it tough enough to survive a chariot race with what amounted to several rolls of duct tape, some balsa and plywood and spare wheels. I'm not a Hephaestus camper so the answer was very.

On top of all that, I was now in charge of Tyson, and his fitting into camp just as much as Percy was, Tantalus thought it would be a fitting punishment for me to show him around camp. Seeing as I respected him so much.

Jokes on him, I thought it was hilarious. Tyson was a menace, that much was true, but he was an adorable one. Every mistake he made was filled with either the best intentions or too much childlike wonder.

The Cyclops had really grown on me, which was a prospect I never thought I would face. I had been killing monsters for so long it felt weird to me not to kill one for once.

The day was full of excitement, from him trying to play with the 'pretty water ladies' while they weaved baskets to absolutely demolishing a few training dummies and crying after he bent his new 'fighting stick.'

Though I must admit the highlight of the day was when he tried to barge into the Aphrodite cabin because it smelled nice. That went down well with the more 'tempestuous' campers in that cabin.

Tyson wasn't the best conversationalist though, upon Tyson moving into the Poseidon cabin, he kept giggling to himself every fifteen seconds and saying, "Percy is my brother?" like he'd just won the lottery.

Percy wasn't as enthusiastic, "Aw, Tyson," he'd say. "It's not that simple." But I'd reassure the new camper that if Poseidon had seen fit to claim them both then he must love them both equally, I explained to him that it wasn't a luxury we all got, but he didn't really catch my meaning.

I could see why Percy was upset, he kept getting comments from the other campers. I understood why he was reluctant, but what can I say, I had a soft spot in my heart for forgotten children that people treat like monsters, even if they are one.

The only person at camp who had no problem with Tyson was Beckendorf from the Hephaestus cabin. The blacksmith god had always worked with Cyclopes in his forges, so Beckendorf took Tyson down to the armoury to teach him metalworking.

It took some doing, but I finally found something that the kid was good at. I should have seen it coming. Once I took him to the Hephaestus cabin, he was in his element. "You ever used a forge before?" Beckendorf asked Tyson.

Tyson shook his head but looked around in wonder like a kid in a playground, "Do you know how it all works?" Beckendorf asked patiently, Tyson nodded, picking up a lump of red-hot metal with his bare hands and demonstrating.