Heroes of Olympus Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

Using Your Girlfriend as a Bludgeon

(Y/N)'s POV

He was left in the silence, if you could even call it that, he was hollering at the top of his lungs. As he had been for about ten minutes "-A balloon animal so far up there it'll come out of your mouth like a handkerchief. AND MAYBE THEN-."

"-MAYBE THEN! You'll finally have one decent joke you stupid clown. I swear the next time I get my hands on you I'm gonna stomp a hole so deep into your face you'll honk when I walk!"

Was it necessary, no, did it help the situation at all, probably not, but it was very therapeutic. Though what the clown had left behind was proof that he was not a fan of the insults.

Underneath where he had been just a few minutes ago was something (Y/N) had dreamed of for days, but he didn't know if he would ever see something like it again. He began to lose self control.

He tried; he really did. He tried as hard as he could to fight back the pain and the desperation. He knew why it had been left here, he knew that was the joke. It didn't help sway his choice.

After cursing the clown and calling him every vile curse word he could think of, there was a moment where it all came back to him, as soon as the god was gone, it was as if the thunderstorms rolled in on a clear day.

Not that there were any clear days in Tartarus, but what concerned (Y/N) was, his curses remained. Some were still persistently tugging at him, the most problematic of which of course being Tantalus' curse.

It wasn't exactly like the actual curse that befell him, it was just an endless hunger, and endless thirst. That was where the joke of it all came in. The mote of water left behind by Momus.

It was water. As if a drill had hit water on Tartarus, a small cylinder of water, about the size of a hot tub, But the water was rushing around like a whirlpool, and quickly burning up in the Tartarus climate. Water in Tartarus.

For an agonising few seconds, he just stared at it, his throat already parched. Then he looked at Annabeth, the same as she had been for however long he had been fighting.

He had hoped that after the Arai were defeated, her curse would lift, but whether by some clown's interference or just bad luck, that wasn't the case. She remained frozen in gold.

He knew how Midas's curse worked, and how it was to be defeated, with water from a river, running water? Or was that vampires? Anyway. He looked over at the frozen form of Annabeth and then back to the water. He knew what he had to do, he had to free her...but it was water.

He made it very close, going by his sheer willpower, he ignored his unnatural and inhuman thirst just enough to give him the time and strength to drag Annabeth over to the well of water.

All that was left now was to push it into the water. Then he could drink the water after if needs be, Gross. Yes. But he was in Tartarus and dying of thirst give him a break.

He gripped her shoulders and looked at the water, ready to lower her in. That was his mistake. It glistened, even in Tartarus, it was so clear, and it was moving, bubbling.

It reminded (Y/N) of that doohickie that Miss Jackson had that turned water into soda with bubbles. He would kill for a soda, literally, he'd fight Kronos and Gaea with both hands behind his back for a soda.

That was the moment his mind began to revolt, followed swiftly by his body, he looked at Momus's note. 'You have one day.' From there he spiralled, remembering unfreezing Piper and Leo.

It took forever, hours, days, weeks he was sure. They didn't have that kind of time, not if they needed to make the journey in one day. It wouldn't be logical, and he couldn't waste the water.