Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)

I Break a Leg, Literally

Character Information:
(Y/N): Your Name
(L/N): Last Name
(H/C): Hair Color
(E/C): Eye Color
(H/L): Hair Length
(S/C): Skin Color
(F/C): Favorite Color
(F/F): Favorite Food
(F/D): Favorite Drink

(Y/N)'s POV

"You'd think he'd run out of rocks," Percy muttered.

"Swim for it!" Grover yelled.

He and Clarisse plunged into the surf. Annabeth hung on to Clarisse's neck and tried to paddle with one hand, the wet Fleece weighing her down.

But the monster's attention wasn't on the Fleece.

"You, young Cyclops!" Polyphemus roared. "Traitor to your kind!"

Tyson froze.

"Don't listen to him!" Percy pleaded. "Come on."

He pulled on Tyson's arm, but he might as well been pulling a mountain. I tried to help, but that still didn't do anything.

Tyson turned and faced the older Cyclops, ignoring us. "I am not a traitor."

"You serve mortals!" Polyphemus shouted. "Thieving humans!"

He threw his first boulder. Tyson swatted it aside with his fist.

"Not a traitor," Tyson said. "And you are not my kind."

"Death or victory!" Polyphemus charged into the surf, but his foot was still wounded. He immediately stumbled and fell on his face. That would've been funny, except he started to get up again, spitting salt water and growling.

"Guys!" Clarisse yelled. "Come on!"

They were almost to the ship with the Fleece. I looked over at Percy, who wasn't moving.

"Come on! Let's go!" I said.

"Go," Tyson told us. "I will hold Big Ugly."

"No!" Percy protested. "He'll kill you! We'll fight him together. You go ahead, (Y/N)."

I rolled my eyes. "Are you stupid? I'm not going anywhere so long as you're here."

"You just got healed from your injuries!"

"And we have the Fleece," I reasoned. "We can heal afterwards if we get injured again."

Percy glared at me. "You're so stubborn."

"And you aren't?" I smirked at him.

He smirked back and sighed. "All right." We both drew our swords.

Tyson grinned. "We fight together."

Polyphemus advanced carefully, limping worse than ever. But there was nothing wrong with his throwing arm. He chucked his second boulder. Percy and I dove on opposite sides, but we still would've been squashed if Tyson's fist hadn't blasted the rock to rubble.

Percy willed the sea to rise. A twenty-foot wave surged up, lifting him on its crest. He rode toward the Cyclops and kicked him in the eye, leaping over his head as the water blasted him onto the beach.

I got drenched by the wave and was also carried onto the beach by it. Lucky me.

"Destroy you!" Polyphemus spluttered. "Fleece stealer!"

"You stole the Fleece!" Percy yelled. "You've been using it to lure satyrs to their deaths!"

"So? Satyrs good eating!"

"The Fleece should be used to heal! It belongs to the children of the gods!"

"I am a child of the gods!" Polyphemus swiped at Percy, but he sidestepped. "Father Poseidon, curse this thief!" He was blinking hard now, like he could barely see, and I realized he was targeting by the sound of Percy's voice.