Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

I Get Punched in the Ear

Percy's POV

"Flask!" I screamed as we hurtled towards the water. "What?" Annabeth must've thought I'd lost my mind. She was holding on to the boat straps for dear life, her hair flying straight up like a torch. But Tyson understood.

He managed to open my duffel bag and take out Hermes's magical flask without losing his grip on it or the boat. Arrows and javelins whistled past us. (Y/N) sat down on the raft and tried to help shield us with shadow, blocking some of the incoming volley.

I grabbed the Flask and hoped I was doing the right thing. "Hang on!" "I am hanging on!" Annabeth yelled. "Tighter!" "My sword! We have to go back for my sword!" (Y/N) tried to protest. But I wasn't risking our lives for a hunk of metal.

I hooked my feet under the boat's inflatable bench, and as Tyson grabbed Annabeth, (Y/N) and me by the backs of our shirts, I gave the Flask cap a quarter turn.

Instantly, a white sheet of wind jetted out of the flask and propelled us sideways, turning our downward plummet into a forty-five-degree crash landing. The wind seemed to laugh as it shot from the flask, like it was glad to be free.

As we hit the ocean, we bumped once, twice, skipping like a stone, then we were whizzing along like a speed boat, salt spray in our faces and nothing but sea ahead.

I heard a wail of outrage from the ship behind us, but we were already out of weapon range. The Princess Andromeda faded to the size of a white toy boat in the distance, and then it was gone.

As we raced over the sea, Annabeth tried to send an Iris-message to Chiron. We figured it was important we let somebody know what Luke was doing, and we didn't know who else to trust.

The wind from the Flask stirred up a nice sea spray that made a rainbow in the sunlight – perfect for an Iris-message – but our connection was still poor. When Annabeth threw a gold drachma into the mist and prayed for the rainbow goddess to show us Chiron.

His face appeared all right, but there was some kind of weird strobe light flashing in the background and rock music blaring, like he was at a dance club.

We told him about sneaking away from camp, and Luke and the Princess Andromeda and the golden box for Kronos's remains, but between the noise on his end and the rushing wind and water on our end, I'm not sure how much he heard.

"Percy," Chiron yelled, "you have to watch out for –" His voice was drowned out by loud shouting behind him – a bunch of voices whooping it up like Comanche warriors. "What?" I yelled. "Curse my relatives!"

Chiron ducked as a plate flew over his head and shattered somewhere out of sight. "Annabeth, you shouldn't have let Percy leave camp! But if you do get the Fleece –" "Yeah, baby!" somebody behind Chiron yelled. "Woo-hoooooo!"

The music got cranked up, subwoofers so loud it made our boat vibrate. "– Miami," Chiron was yelling. "I'll try to keep watch –" Our misty screen smashed apart like someone on the other side had thrown a bottle at it, and Chiron was gone.

"Well, that's just great, no help from Chiron, no idea where we are or what direction we're headed, trapped in the middle of the sea, I get my nose broken, I'm down a sword and I still haven't slept. I'm calling it. This day bites" (Y/N) cried in frustration into the sky.

Trying to help, I said "It could be-" "-If you dare say 'it could be worse' to me right now, I'm drowning you." He threatened, I stuck out my tongue at him, "I can't drown." He sneered at me and said, "I'll get creative!"

We spent a while bickering until Annabeth put her foot down and told us both to be quiet and Tyson started whimpering. (Y/N) then insisted that we tell old stories and recite our adventures to him in vivid detail.