Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)

This Resort Sucks

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(Y/N)'s POV

I woke up in a rowboat with a makeshift sail stitched of gray uniform fabric. Annabeth sat next to me, tacking into the wind.

Percy lay next to us, but he was either unconscious or sleeping. I would bet on the former.

"You okay?" Annabeth asked me.

"Yeah," I mumbled out. My head was wrapped in something, either bandages or a uniform, I didn't know which.

I looked around. Nothing but sea. "Are we...are we the only survivors?"

Annabeth nodded, sadly. "I think so. I don't know how anyone else could've survived."

I thought about Tyson. "Even Tyson...?" I felt horrible.

"I don't know. I'd say he has a higher chance of surviving just because he's immune to fire, but...(Y/N), the ship exploded."

I glanced at Percy. Oh, gods... He was going to feel awful after learning about this.

I looked down at my feet. "Was there actually a curse on this quest because four of us went?"

"(Y/N), don't start thinking like that," Annabeth said. "We never went officially, and Hermes gave us four bags. This is just...bad luck..."

"Are you sure? How can you be sure?" I felt sick. If I just hadn't come along...

Annabeth grabbed me by the shoulders. "(Y/N), don't start blaming yourself for this. You did nothing wrong. And don't you dare start believing what those ghost soldiers were saying. You're not bad luck, and this wasn't your fault. Percy knows that too."

I leaned back in the boat, taking a deep shaky breath. "But..."

"No buts," Annabeth stated firmly. "Even if there was a curse, it's Hermes's fault. He didn't warn us at all about this. And me, you, Percy, and Tyson all willingly went without considering that there might be a curse. It's not just you. So stop blaming yourself for every bad thing that happens."

I nodded. I've always had a habit of blaming myself for things, ever since I was little.

"Sorry," I said. "For the self-blaming... I...I don't know why I always do that."

Annabeth gave me a soft smile. "It's okay. We've been going through a lot. It's natural to feel horrible like that, but we can't afford to now."

"You're right. You're always right." I looked at Percy. I felt horrible for him. Tyson was his brother, and he's probably dead...

Percy began to stir. Annabeth and I glanced at each other, nervous about the information we'd have to give him in the next ten seconds.

He groaned and tried to sit up. As he did, he looked sick.

"Rest," Annabeth told him. "You're going to need it."

"Tyson..." he mumbled out.

I gave him a sympathetic look and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Perce."

Silence ensued while the waves tossed us up and down.

"He may have survived," Annabeth said halfheartedly. "I mean, fire can't kill him."

Percy nodded, but didn't seem convinced. His expression made me feel even worse.

I put my hand on top of his. "I'm sorry." He stared into space as he squeezed my hand.