A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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Percy POV "C'mon, Percy... Concentrate!" I thought fiercely, staring at the drachma on my nightstand. Just minutes ago when I reached to grab it, the coin moved away. Not from the wind, or because of the continuous movement of the earth; just slid away.
Yesterday, when Jason claimed I pushed him away with my mind, I didn't believe him. But now...
"Percy!" Raven shouted, banging on the door of my cabin. "Are you coming or not?"
"Just a sec!" I called out, quickly pulling shorts over my boxers and slipping on some shoes.
For almost a week now, Raven and I ate breakfast together. Ever since she stopped having morning sickness, her appetite couldn't be satiated. All she did was snack on anything her eyes laid on, before taking a nap to sleep it off. She sometimes didn't act like herself either, her changes in mood impossible to predict on any day.
"Please hurry, I'm starving," Raven groaned.
The fact that she said 'please' gave me hope that she would have more patience than yesterday. Taking this into account, I managed to ignore the drachma and hurried to open the door.
The daughter of Apollo smiled from the other side, giving me a merry greeting as we started on our way.
The morning air smelled fresh, mixing with the aroma of fresh sausage, bacon, and eggs. A light layer of dew covered the healthy grass, the rising sun reflecting on each little droplet.
I glanced at Raven, noticing the miniature bump that had formed over the course of a few months. The reality of it all hit me again, and I became lost in thought over the idea of me being a father. Having a child.
I cleared my throat.
"So, um. How're you feeling?" I asked her.
Raven put a hand on her stomach automatically, a gesture that most expectant mothers made.
"Pretty good, actually. I borrowed some pregnancy books from the Athena cabin and read up on some things. Did you know it's the size of a green olive now?"
My throat constricted as I forced a smile. I was still uneasy about this situation, and I didn't know whether to feel joyful or upset. Was it the spawn of Tartarus, or an actual human baby? What if it started drinking Raven's blood, like that Twilight movie?
"Wow, that's great," I responded.
Raven noticed my discomfort with a gentle nudge. "Cheer up some, Perce. I know your scared, and I am, too. But having a child... Maybe something good could come out of all this, y'know? Maybe this isn't so bad."
I nodded, content for her sake. It wasn't that I didn't want a child, or a family. But how could I have all of this, and Annabeth at the same time? How could I make this work without leaving one of them in the dust?
